Clean Bill

I waited for three days before the doctor called with my test results.

Everything was normal. I was negative for STD.

I celebrated by calling Y. and she came over for drinks.

With Keane playing on the iPod, we sat in near darkness on my couch and sipped wine. She gave me a foot massage and I related to her my experiences with the doctor.

She took my toes into her mouth as I recounted the days leading up to my clean bill of health. I sank into the cushions, watching her perfect mouth caress my toes. I could feel the heat building inside of me as she sucked.

“I’m glad you’re clean, Dallas. I don’t think that I could eat you if I knew you weren’t”, she said.

With that statement, Y. slowly began kissing my ankles, then worked her mouth up to my knees. I watched her fingers slide up my thighs and under my skirt. I slowly parted my legs to allow her access. 

All the past slipped away as she slipped her tongue into me…