It was a great 4th of July Weekend, wasn't it? Although I've finally managed to heal from surgery to the point that I can walk pretty ok, I'm still wearing a chastity belt of imagined pain from any sexual act involving my bits. Still, I've always been good with to-do lists, and the No-Penis list I wrote a few posts ago has been no exception. In a scant few days, amidst the revelry and Grain Belt Premium drinking (it tastes like banana runts, we decided), I've knocked a few off the list (which doesn't mean I won't be doing them again soon). A re-cap:
1.) Oral
Early on in the weekend, I found Jenny in bed, laying down with a book after a shower. I laid down next to her, curving my torso as much as I could without rolling completely to my side. We kissed, and our hands found comfortable places on one another, my thumb just in front of her ear, palm down, with my hand curling around it. As our kisses grew longer and more involved, my hand wound up into her hair, my fingers curling into loose fists with her hair wrapped around them. She moaned into my mouth, and I moaned back that I wanted her pussy on my face. She obliged rather quickly, sliding her underwear down, her slip sliding up her legs as she placed them on either side of my head.
4.) Hands
Although we were both enjoying ourselves immensely, we found the position a little uncomfortable after a good chunk of time. The only other position available to us was up laying on our sides next to each other, my hands reaching over to feel her. I dipped my fingers inside of her, gathering her wetness on the tips of two fingers, and slid them back up and around her clitoris. We had all day, and nothing else to do that would top what we were doing, so I took my time. I leaned my head over to kiss her, and then down to kiss her nipples. I took one between my teeth and pulled it up slowly, then released it, surrounded it with my lips and sucked. I spent more time than normal with my fingers inside of her, pushing up and rubbing slow circles, watching and listening to her as little parts of me made her feel so very good. She came as I was rubbing deep circles with flat fingers over her clit. Her hand went down to hold my fingers against her while she orgasmed.
5.) Pictures
On Saturday, while Jenny was working, my friend came over who needed dirty pictures for her website she wants to start (raising money for breast implants, remember?) She had bags of outfits and makeup, but started in thigh high leggings, strapped up with a garder belt. Her black bra was covered, at first, with a stretchy purple shirt, the kind that clings so tight it almost makes someone more naked. We spent time in my basement, her standing, her laying down, her kneeling in front of me and looking up at the camera. She bemoaned not being able to play with my cock. I also was a little bummed about it. We took video of her talking about how she liked to get rough during sex (this is true. While making out for the first time, I grabbed her hair a little bit, and it was like hitting an ON switch). We ran out of memory card space before we ran out of energy, so she stayed laying on the bed, her and I both touching her, me playing with her perfect smaller breasts before I have to say goodbye to them forever.
7.) Touching
I got out enough to go to a party on Saturday, but wasn't up for the walk all the way to the park to see the fireworks. Instead, we headed back to the house and threw our drunk asses down on the couch to watch Mystery Science Theater 3000. For the first half of the movie, I put my head on Jenny's legs. I touched her calves and thighs while she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling as much as she can with as short as it is. She rubbed my neck and we laughed at SPACE MUTINY in all its glory. For the second part of the movie, I sat up, and she put her feet in my lap. I rubbed them all through the bizarre golf-cart-looking chase scene near the end. We had plans to go out after the fireworks were over, but got ourselves so comfy and tired we decided we may as well just go to bed. We fell asleep with my arm under her neck, wrapped over across her chest while our neighborhood sounded like it was blowing itself up until late into the night.