There’s this brilliant episode of Seinfeld called The Switch. It’s about trying to move from one girl to her flatmate (Americans call it roommate, but they’re not sharing a room, they’re sharing an apartment.) I found myself in a similar situation with two Portuguese girls.
I met Maria online and went out with her a few times and it was quite nice, but she invited her best friend Carmina along to dinner one night and I found that just as I was going off Maria, I was attracted to Carmina. So I ditched Maria – she was not impressed – and set about trying my luck with her friend.
Carmina was on the same dating site, so I contacted her through that and told her straight off that it was me and that I found her very attractive. She wasn’t impressed either. She gave me this speech about how I changed my women like I changed my shirts (a nice little image, I thought,) and she wasn’t interested in being the next one.
There is an element of truth in what she said, but, you know, I didn’t do it on purpose. That’s just the way it goes. If you don’t split up with a girl some time you’ll be with her forever, so what can they (or we) expect?
I played it cool with Carmina but kept in touch, with little messages about this and that, not pushing her but trying to establish myself as a nice guy. I would tell her about things happening in my life, and I talked about my family. She always replied, albeit with rather brief messages, and I got her to tell me a few things about herself.
Eventually, I felt the ice was melting. It was a month since I had finished with Maria, so perhaps she had hooked up with someone else. Anyway, Carmina finally agreed to meet for coffee one Saturday afternoon. We went to a café in a park and had a nice time watching the birds and enjoying the sunshine. We were getting along so well that I decided to suggest something.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked casually. She looked at me suspiciously.
“Why?”
“Well I’ve enjoyed this afternoon,” I said. “And I don’t see why we shouldn’t meet up in the evening.”
Carmina hummed and hah-ed. She didn’t mention Maria and nor did I. Eventually she said okay, but just as friends.
That night I picked her up and we went to a restaurant out of town where Maria was highly unlikely to have gone. We shared a bottle of wine and had some liqueurs. I shouldn’t have been drinking because I was driving, but I decided to risk it.
When I drove her home, we sat outside her flat and she started playing with her hair.
“I can’t invite you in for obvious reasons,” she said. I smiled and patted her leg.
“Shame to say goodnight so early, though,” I said. “We could have a nightcap at my place… ”
To my surprise, she was quite keen, and ten minutes later we were in my flat. Carmina was quite a big girl, weight-wise, and I could tell she wasn’t used to being pursued, which I suppose is what I had been doing. She was dressed in a sensible white blouse and a knee-length navy blue skirt. Her white bra was visible through the fabric and I had been subtly looking at her breasts all evening.
Now, as we stood in the kitchen, she was hanging around, rather than doing anything constructive or making herself comfortable. I felt she wanted me to do something, so I put a hand on her shoulder and she didn’t flinch. I moved closer, into her personal space, and she stayed still. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me.
“Oh God. Friends,” she reminded me.
“We are friends,” I said. “I like you a lot.”
She shook her head but still didn’t move away, so I kissed her and she put one hand on my neck as she kissed me back.
“You’re a bad man,” she said with a wry smile. “What am I doing here?”
“You like me,” I said. “You want to have a nice evening.”
We kissed again, long and deep and sensuous, and my hand slid down, on autopilot, to her arse. I squeezed her buttocks one by one and ran a finger between them. The skirt was tight, so I wasn’t in a contentious place, but my intentions had been made clear enough.
“I’m tired,” Carmina said.
“Let’s lie down, then,” I replied, and led her into the bedroom.
We lay on the bed and kissed and I turned my attention to her chest. I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it out of her waistband, then kissed and licked what I could see of her breasts. She lifted herself and unhooked the bra and I slipped it and the blouse off. I took the opportunity to get completely naked myself.
“Friends,” she said.
“This one does,” I said, and gave her left breast a big, dirty lick. Her nipples were hard and she was ready. I licked the warm, slightly oily strip under the breast and moved down her body. I travelled over the skirt to her knees and slid the fabric up her thighs. She had brown, sturdy legs. I kissed her knees and caressed her behind them. She was stroking my hair.
“Friends,’ she said, ‘don’t lick each other’s thighs.”
“This one does,” I said, and ran my tongue up towards her crotch. Her thighs parted slightly and I licked her further up until my nose was nuzzling her knickers. I could now smell her pussy, that beautiful savoury aroma. I licked the crotch of her knickers and my tongue found her clitoris.
“Friends,” I breathed, “don’t need underwear.”
She lifted her bottom obligingly as I pulled her knickers down and off. I got my face right into her crotch and was licking her again when she pulled away.
“My skirt is getting creased,” she said and pulled it off.
“Now,” Carmina said sweetly. “Are you going to be good to me?”
“Of course,” I said.
“I don’t just mean in bed,” she said. “I mean, treat me well.”
I wasn’t keen to make a commitment, even for the sake of fucking her, and I hoped she was just going through the motions, getting what she needed to allow herself to continue.
“I need you to do something to show I am special,” she said, perhaps clutching at straws. “Something you didn’t do with… her.”
That was easy because Maria was very unadventurous.
“There is something we could do,” I said. “You could suck my cock.”
“She never did that?”
“Doesn’t like it,” I answered truthfully.
“But that would be me doing something to you,” Carmina said.
“But if you enjoy it, that’s good for you,” I said calmly. “I’ll do something to you afterwards.”
“I will choose,” she said, and we smiled our agreement before she went down on me.
She sucked my cock gently and appreciatively. She might not have been very experienced but she performed that small task very nicely.
“I like the way you do that,” I said, and she seemed genuinely grateful for the compliment.
“I’ve never done that much,” she said. “Now, my turn to choose.”
“Anything you like,” I said happily. “Be brave. I’ll do it.”
“Hmmm,” Carmina said. “Anything? Rude? Dirty?”
“Anything,” I assured her. “Something you have never done but always secretly wanted to do, maybe.”
“Okay,” she said nervously. “There is something.” She pulled my head down to whisper in my ear.
“I always wanted a guy to lick my ass,” she said hesitantly. “Is that okay?”
“I would be honoured,” I said, and she turned over and knelt I front of me. Her freshly waxed crotch stared at me, her pussy demanding to be served first and her arsehole watching bashfully. I got in close and licked her vagina from behind.
“Ass,” she reminded me.
“One moment,” I said, lapping at her salivating cunt. “Just let me suck your juices.”
Carmina shivered with pleasure as I sucked her lips, then pushed her rump out towards me to prepare for her special treat.
Her crack was deep and dark and mysterious. I licked her buttocks and she giggled quietly. Then I pulled her buttocks apart with my thumbs and got in there. I poked my tongue into her shy little anus.
“That’s nice,” she said and then growled as I lay my tongue flat against one side and licked her firmly.
“Oh my God,” she said. I licked her strongly on the other side.
“Shit!” she said happily. “Oh, oh, oh… ”
I was now licking her arsehole like I owned it and with her full cooperation.
“Ahhh, make me come,” she said, and whimpered and moaned as I ate her arse with relish. “Make me come. Oh, I’m coming.” And with that, my lovely, shy, inexperienced Carmina had a tremendous orgasm, her muscles tensing and clenching and finally relaxing as the orgasm engulfed her.
“Nobody ever done that to me before,” she laughed as she lay on her back.
“I will do it for you anytime,” I said.
“I will stay here tonight,” she said. “If that’s all right. And you can lick my ass again in the morning.”
I climbed astride her and began to masturbate.
“Come in my hand,” she said quietly. I wanked quickly and she held her open hand at the end of my cock. When I came, she smiled and sighed as the hot cream shot into her palm, then wiped it between her legs.
“We will do some normal things too,” she said, using the tissues I had handed her. “You have to fuck me and put your cock between my tits and rub your spunk into my nipples.”
“Whatever you want, Carmina,” I promised.
