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“You’re serious? A blowjob?” Brad blinked as he took in what she had just said.

“Yeah,” she grinned at him and took a sip from her rum and Coke. “I’m very serious.” Her brunette hair fell straight down, half over each shoulder, just past her shoulders.

The sounds of Toto slipped from the apartment speakers as they claimed that Love is a Man’s World.

“Come on, Preston, we’re friends…good friends…”

“What’s a little fellatio among friends? What’s wrong with me wanting to give my buddy a blowjob?”

Besides the fact that Brad had always had a huge crush on Priscilla, he could not think of one he could actually share. His hand pushed a strand of black hair out of his blue eyes. “Nothing, I guess, but it seems weird.”

“What’s the worst that can happen?”

He held his hands out over the table. “Should we set some ground rules?”

“Other than not calling me by my last name?” Her brown eyes searched his face. “Like what?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay Priscilla, Should I warn you when I’m ready to, um…”

“What, cum?”

“Yeah, cum.”

She shook her head. “No, I’ll figure it out.”

“So I should just ejaculate in your mouth?”

Priscilla laughed. “Ejaculate is a big word. Just cum in my mouth, yes.”

“Okay, any other rules?”

“Dude, that’s not even a rule. You can cum on my face or even on my breasts if you want.” Finishing her drink, she put it down on the tall table in between them.

“I…um…really?” His eyes were distracted by light outside the condo window from headlights passing along the road below in search of their cheese.

She lifted her black blouse up over her head. “Yes, really. It’s a blowjob and, between you and me, you look like you need the stress relief.”

“This is what happens when you break up with a boyfriend then.” Brad blinked again. He had never before seen her in less than a shirt and he was having trouble fathoming the fact that she was working on taking the bra off her breasts. “Holy fuck, they’re gorgeous and ample.”

Priscilla looked up and giggled. “Okay, Shakespeare, are you going to let me suck your cock, or do you just want to observe?” She posed, with her arms pushing her breasts together for added effect.

“What do I do?”

Getting down from her stool, she stepped around the small table. “First, turn your chair so I can get at you. Blowjobs aren’t as good when the one giving them is banging her head under the table.”

“I don’t know, there’s something taboo about a woman giving head under a table or desk.”

She forward and spread legs his apart. “Yeah, there definitely is. But that’s a taboo by necessity, and I don’t need bruises on the back of my head.” Her hands found his zipper and tugged. Next they worked on his belt and slipped the buckle apart before unbuttoning his pants.

“You’re really going to do this?”

She nodded. “Lift your ass,” she whispered and when he did as instructed, she pulled his pants and briefs down to mid-thigh. “Shit, that’s a nice cock.”

He grinned.

She took it in hand and stroked it. “Why haven’t we done this before?” Bending forward and causing her thighs to make an appearance with the knee length black skirt lifting higher, her lips puckered and kissed the tip leaving a blush stain of red lipstick on the end.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, “What’s Dana gonna think?”

Priscilla’s only answer was to lift the erection and run her tongue from balls up to the tip. At the top, she opened her mouth just enough that she could suck the very top with the edges of the mushroom head still outside her mouth. Her tongue played with the hole for just a moment before opening her mouth wider and sliding her lips down his shaft.

Brad leaned back in his chair, no longer able to vocalize as he watched.

Taking her lips off him, she grinned. “This isn’t going to work.”

“I don’t know, it was workin’ pretty well for me.”

“You’d be better on the couch. Standing blowjobs are hard on a girl’s back.”

“Oh, yeah.” Lifting from his own stool, his jeans fell to ankles and he shuffled with her assistance over to the couch.

Lowering to her knees, she sucked him slowly back in again.

His hands moved her hair and held it back so he could watch the penetration more clearly.

Priscilla used her tongue, lips, and hands slowly on him as a tease. Locking eyes with him, she was surprised by how much this was turning her on.

“Who knew,” he whispered and brushed a hand along her cheek, “good at blowjobs.”

She stopped and stood up.

“You okay?”

A grin and a nod were her answers before laying her left knee on the couch beside him.

“What are you doing?”

Her right knee settled on the opposite side of him and she moved in closer.

“Wait a minute now…”

She grabbed the erection and felt it throbbing even harder.

“…a blowjob is one thing, but…”

Her eyebrow raised. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” he whimpered.

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