She loved masturbating herself. And she loved it when he helped her.

Together they could do anything.

She felt her passion rise and rise and rise. It overwhelmed all her senses, all her logic. She went with it and felt the sharp shudders of orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, feeling a warm wave wash over her.

She was silent, just recovering from the coming. She put her arms lovingly around her boyfriend.

"Manny, honey, that was so nice. I love you. It makes me love you very much."

She knew he couldn't take much romanticism. But she couldn't help it.

She was a romantic.

"Hey, what time is it?" she interrupted herself suddenly, not giving him time to have to say "I love you" in return.

He pulled back his sleeve and looked at his watch. "Five thirty," he said.

"Oh, crap," she said. "I'll miss supper. I don't care. Sex is nourishing enough anyway, don't you agree?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm famished. But, I admit, I could live a while on pussy juice. Mmmm. A diet of pussy juice, that would last me several…"

"Several hours, I know," she broke in. "Oh, do it, Manny, oh, please suck me. You know how I love it."

She spread her thighs invitingly.

He responded.

His tongue moved over her belly and down into her pussy lips. He lapped slowly, tasting her salty juices.

Sucking her pussy was a pleasure, which nothing exceeded, as far as he was concerned. His friends were envious, that Jody let him suck her pussy.

Of course, he didn't tell her that he told them. His friends were sworn to secrecy. She would kill him if she knew that they knew.

If she knew that they knew that she let him suck her pussy. She didn't mind that they knew anything else. But pussy-sucking was a new thing to her. Susie had just confided the word to her recently. She had hissed it in a stage whisper over breakfast. All the girls at the nearby tables turned in horror.