August II

We don't mind suckin' on toes
Good luck finding a boyfriend who sucks toes
- Tenacious D, Double Team.

Friday night, we'd had giant steins of beer at the Hofbrauhaus Pittsburgh with our friends. Doug had his hand on my knee under the table and his fingers sent a shiver up my back. When we got back to our hotel room, we hugged in the doorway (I loved hugging Doug) and he surprised me by lifting me up off the floor. I squealed and we fell into bed and fooled around for hours.

Before the Pirates game the next afternoon, I kissed my way down his chest and sucked him off until he came in my mouth. I curled up with my arms around his calf like I had before, but this time Doug pulled my leg onto his chest. My foot was in his face. It was now or never. I wiggled my toes and waited.

First I felt him kiss the pad of my big toe. His touch was tentative and sweet. I sighed. I felt his tongue on the pad of my big toe, then his teeth, and eventually he was sucking on my toes. He was clutching my ankle and caressing my calf with the other. I was in heaven. I told him that. I was so turned on I snaked my hand between my legs and played with my clit until I came, curling my toes in his mouth.

When I finally came down, I crawled up to his face and kissed him all over, thanking him with every one.