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chapter | twelve

Freddie and I were sitting on the couch watching some comedy movie on T.V after we ate our subs. The only problem is that I couldn't concentrate on the television because I'm thinking about what happened an hour ago.

I told him I passed my history test and he congratulated me by fingering me so roughly, I squirted at the end. I just can't stop thinking about his fingers fucking me inside, letting me go wild and having me to beg for his touch.

It's ridiculous, yet so hot at the same time.

Also, after I came, Freddie licked his fingers from my wet pussy, and he said the taste was not bad...what did that mean?

I don't know why I'm so curious, but why would he taste me like that if he didn't explain the flavor to me? I thought women's parts would taste gross because the sweat could get between your legs and the vagina would smell the horrifying aroma.

I don't know. I don't want to ask, but my mind is telling me otherwise.

Don't ask him, don't ask him, don't fucking ask him.

"Freddie,"

SHIT!

"Yeah?" He says still looking at the screen.

"What do I taste like?"

Oh my fucking God, I'm dead.

He whipped his head at me with his eyes bulging out. "Huh?"

"Remember when you gave me my present for passing the test and afterward you licked your fingers?" I muttered, looking down on my lap.

"Oh...uh, yeah I remember. Why are you asking me what you taste like though?" He asked sounding a little nervous.

"Because you said the flavor was 'not bad' so I'm curious," I answered, bringing my head up and looking back at him.

He gazes at me for a few minutes until he finally spoke, "it was not bad..." He shrugged.

"Well, can you be a little specific? Because girls' vagina has that nasty taste right?" I asked, curious.

"I don't know, Sam," he cringed.

"Well you have to know, you sucked your fingers like you ate Cheetos," I argued, giving him a look.

He sighs and rubs his hand on his face. "I... I don't know, Sam. Yours was kinda salty, I guess." He squinted his eyes at me for approval, and I bobbed my head thinking salty can't be that bad of a taste.

"Okay." I smiled.

"Okay? I tell you-you taste salty and you're okay with that?" He asked, confused.

"Yeah, that means I don't taste like gravy or something because that would be gross." I shrugged.

"Riiight. So you wouldn't be curious if you knew what a guy's cum tastes like?"

Okay, that answer came out of nowhere. The only time I swallowed sperm was Jonah's and that was a pre-cum, so I didn't taste everything. It was dull flavor, so it wasn't appetizing.

Why would Freddie ask me that question?

Unless...

"Why? Do you want me to tell you what you taste like?"

His eyes widen from my question and I smirked knowing that's what he wanted.

"I don't think that's necessary–"

"Uh uh," I interrupted. "Knowing you, you wouldn't ask that sort of question unless you want something out of it." I poked his chest. "So, did you ask that because you want me to tell you what you taste like...or not?" I asked, scooting closer to him.

Now it's my turn to shine.

I brought my hand to his bulge and cupped his friend getting a groan from Freddie. "I... uh,"

"Well? You didn't seem to mind when you gave me pleasure...so it wouldn't be a problem for me doing the same thing to you, right?" I asked, lowly.

He stares at me with lust in his eyes, and I know I hit the jackpot.

"I'll take that as a yes," I whispered, rubbing his crotch over his jeans. He closes his eyes at my touch and starts to breathe in and out from his nose. I'm getting aroused watching him get pleasure from my hand...

He's getting hard because of me.

I unzipped the zipper with one hand and brought my hand inside his jeans, grabbing his hard member. He winced and groaned as I start to stroke his hard one to heaven.

I stroked his member as he parted his lips and moans softly. "Sam, don't do this..." he trailed off.

"Why? It's fun seeing you squirm." I murmured, playing with his tip and he groaned loudly this time. "You know this makes you feel good...you like it when my hand rubs your big cock, huh?" I bring my lips to his mouth, kissing the side of his lips softly.

"Oh god..." he pants. I rub him a little faster and watch him carefully to see what he does. His eyes are closed, his eyebrows are scrunched together, he's moaning, and his cock is throbbing against my hand.

Man... he's really hard.

I stop what I'm doing and he opens his eyes, looking at me confused on why I stopped. I know he enjoys this...that's why I'm going to do something very enjoyable.

I go down on my knees, and he looks at me with widening eyes. I pull his jeans and underwear down all the way to his ankles. I look at his breathtaking dick and just stared at it.

"Sam, don't do this," Freddie warned me but I didn't listen.

"Just shut up." I brought his full cock in my mouth and started to bob my head up and down.

"Oh, shit." He groaned looking down at me as I look up at him from the floor. His cock is getting harder in my mouth, and I feel proud that I'm making him feel this way.

I play around with his testicles as I lick around his cock; he couldn't hold it in anymore and let out more moans. His moans are making me feel wet inside, and I can't break down first. I need him to come so I can finish my mission.

"Oh god, Sam." He wails as he grabs my head and pushes it down deeper to his member. This action makes me want to torture him more.

I cupped my hand around his member and stroked it up and down as I'm still giving him a massive blowjob. I hear his moans mixed with the wet, squishy substance of my saliva towards his cock.

"Fuck!" He struggles as I'm going fast and I smile mentally that I'm making him squirm the way I want him to. He'll never forget this night for sure.

After five minutes of giving him oral, he starts to moan louder and starts to pant. "Sam... I'm gonna come. Oh my god," he whimpered.

I should pull away from his mouth so he could come, but this time I'm going to see what he tastes like the hard way.

I bobbed my head feeling my mouth numb but still had the energy to keep going. I look up at him and see his eyes closed and his shoulders shaking.

He should come any minute now...

"Oh god...I'm coming...I'm gonna come." He groaned and didn't move, until.

He cums in my mouth as I feel little unborn babies squirting inside my mouth. The first thing I taste is not as good than I thought it was going to be; the texture is really moist and sugary. But this is Freddie's, so he doesn't taste that bad...

I guess we're even.

I pull away from his cock and saw it shrink because the pleasure is over. He continues to breathe in and out to get oxygen back and looks down at me, seeing I still have his sperm in my mouth.

"Sam... you better not swallow that. Spit it out."

I stare at him with a blank look, and he stares at me giving me a warning look for me to spit it out.

No fucking chance.

I roll my head back and let the slimy substance flow down my throat. I swallowed the cum with pride no matter how bad the texture felt.

He stares at me with a shock expression.

I swallowed it with an "ahh" as if you took a sip from a cold refreshing drink.

"What the fuck?" He exclaimed.

"What?" I shrugged.

"Why...why did you...why did you swallow that?" He asked softly.

"Because...you don't taste bad either," I answered, and I could see his cheeks flush as he looks down.

"Oh..." he murmured.

"Freddie," I scooted closer to him, brought my hand to his chin, and lifted it up so he could look at me. I stare at his brown eyes and see they have sparkle in them. I wonder what his eyes are telling me because I have no idea what they're trying to say. "Don't worry...if I swallowed it, that means I liked it. And I love to see you almost beg for mercy." I winked and dropped my hand away from his chin.

He continues to look at me as his cheeks are still flushed, and he clears his throat. "Well...you are a real badass for doing that." He said trying to sound cool, but I know his tone of voice sounded like something else.

"Yeah," I smacked my mouth and pecked kiss his lips. "Goodnight." I smiled and stood up from the ground, patting his cheek softly and leaving the room. I walked to my room and walked inside, closing the door behind me.

I lean my back against the door and thought about what I just did. I just gave him, probably the best blowjob I've ever given. He looked like he enjoyed it like last time. But something about how his eyes looked, were suspicious.

Why were they glistening like that after I told him I liked how his sperm tasted? I mean of course he would be astonished that I said that, but something else was also on his mind. I just don't know what.

How he reacted was kinda...hot, though. How he came inside my mouth was really sexy. He made me so wet just thinking about him looking down at me with pleasure...

Okay, I need to stop.

I walked to my bed and got inside the covers, trying to make myself comfortable on my side. Hopefully, I can just sleep and forget whatever happened.

After two minutes, I open my eyes wide and groaned in frustration, can't stop thinking about this!

Why am I so obsessed over this already? All I did was give him a blowjob and he liked it. That's part of the "fuck buddy contract" I made. However, something in my gut is telling me something... but what is it?!

Ugh! Fucking to fucking hell!