The Gemini

48 - When In San Juan

April 17, 1991

10:16 a.m.

Jody lost track of how many times she had visited the edge of heaven or the sum of times she tasted the skin of the man who sent her there, but every single endeavor held a different meaning. Be it purely erotic, thickly passionate, vivaciously adventurous, or stirringly tantric. Last night felt like a finely written sonnet. The kind of stuff that Jody had only encountered in literature.

Her hand resting on the writer's chest, she played, swirling the tip of her manicured fingernail though the brown curls there.

She stared in wonder as Roger peacefully slept. A love drunk smile on her face displayed. Unintentionally her breathing synced with his rise and fall. Though her mind were content, her chest was felt taut with tension. Feeling as though it would explode into a thousand flutters at the life giving image before her.

It overwhelmed her, his caramel crème skin. Lashes spread delicately, completely they captivated. Mixed every nerve's signal and excited each ending, those full lips did. To the Almighty she gave thanks for such a pleasure as this.

Overtaken by privilege, she marked her land. One feather soft kiss she placed on his forehead. Two pecks on his chin. One gingerly at the corner of his mouth. To her delight, amidst his rest he stirred. A pout she gave when he didn't wake. Again she kissed. Again a stir. Nothing.

In his ear, she blow gently. That's when she saw his lids move, though still closed. It was in a manner like that of a child pretending to be asleep. Jody made a face at his faking.

In his ear again, a whisper. "Wake up, ugly."

She watched the smallest ticking occur at the corner of his mouth. To blink would mean to miss it.

Fine, she thought, since he wants to play games...

Down the bridge of his nose her finger trailed, then she pinched his nostrils shut, cutting off his air supply. Without delay his mouth opened. Letting go of his nose, his mouth shut. He sounded a very convincing snore, 'sleepily' turning onto his side and snuggling further into the blanket. Jody sucked her teeth, nudging him back over.

Pushing the blanket down, she walked her fingers south along his abdomen, over the little hills and dips of toned muscles. On and on until her hand disappeared underneath silk, arriving at another span of brown curls. She tickled and gently squeezed fuzzy rounds before gliding her hand down his length. Her eyes trained on his face watching for a break. She was determined to wake him from his pseudo slumber.

Holding on, stroking up teasingly once and again. Finger revolving around the tip. Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. Jody grinned and moved on to the next phase of her challenge. Lips following the trail that her fingers lead. On thighs she put her appreciation. Finally attention was paid to her phallus hero, which by now had an awakening of its own.

In her mind the pleasant remembrance of hours before when she eagerly reunited with her old friend. Taking him down from start to finish the first time, then thrilling after the second time when Roger fulfilled her request to be painted.

On the bed he had stood over her. After her hands and mouth did the job, she lay back while he rained. What had begun as a waterfall into her mouth got onto her hair before he made it rush down her chest and stomach, where he attempted to trace out his symbol. Towels and laughter followed.

Back to the present now, she kissed lovingly down his shaft before running her tongue underside from base to tip. Wetting her mouth around his head, she prepared to take him in. That is until Roger beat her to it. His hand caressing the top of her hair before he abruptly pushed her head down. The unexpected knock to the back of her throat cause a bit of a gag as she laughed.