Both Sides Of The Coin

I came buckets. The intensity of it all jarred me from the semi-conscious state she had put me in. I stamped the ground with my left foot and smacked down hard on the right arm rest with an open palm as my left hand squeezed the roots of her hair. My balls contracted with a force heretofore unrealized, and I'm quite convinced that if loving Jessica's mouth hadn't been so appropriately positioned I may have hit the wall 12 feet away. Wave after wave left me, and she eventually was overwhelmed as cum began to leak out of her mouth and run down her chin.

Eventually I ran dry and melted into the chair. Still blinded by the dark, I was confused by the slurping sounds I heard coming from the floor.

We made it to the bed, I think, and passed out. The next day we beat a hasty exit from Mike's place.

[...Flash forward to just this past week]

So dear readers, you can see why I was excited about this year's party. For the past year, I couldn't recreate the magic from that one special night. Not that I didn't try, mind you, it just seemed like Jess never again got into that kind of mood again. We still had plenty of sex, and were generally doing well, but nothing in the bedroom was so earth shattering as to warrant a few hundred words of description. We tried anal once, but as you know, that nonsense never works half as well in real life as it does in the movies.

I'm digressing, my apologies.

APPARENTLY I wasn't the only one who had fond memories of Jess's antics that evening. My heart dropped when I read this year's invite and noticed the added clause that dashed my hopes of recreating our adventure:

"Due to last year's unfairness, absolutely no sexy Jessicas will be allowed to participate in the costume contest this year. -Your host, Mike"

I showed it to Jess, and gave a shrug.

"I guess we won't win this year," I quipped.

She read the note for a moment and then had one of those evil-looking smiles cross her face. Fuck if she wasn't famous for those smiles.