The Things We Did With Our Exchange Student Pt. 2
David and I collapsed back onto our pillows for a completely different type of pillow talk.
“Did that really just happen?” David panted next to me.
I was breathing ragged, with David’s semen fresh on my heaving breasts. Normally, it would have been a successful sex session for the two of us. The appearance of Sabine (Sa-bee-nuh), our exchance student, at our bedroom door right as David climaxed on my chest had all but ruined that. I kept imagining her face. David had been unaware of her presence, but I had noticed. She was leaning in our door frame, with a passive expression, neither scared nor scarred. At first glance, she seemed to be merely a spectator. As David finished and grunted his load, she had snapped out of her trance and disappeared down the hallway in embarrassment.
“How much do you think she saw? I asked.
“I don’t know if I care honestly.” David rasped.
I don’t blame him for being tired. He had been fucking my mouth like a rabbit. All I had done was open my mouth and let him do it. Still, I was looking for him to show a little more concern. Sabine had been entrusted to our care while our own daughter was away in Germany. If the same incident had occurred in Germany, I would like to know that Sabine’s parents would do the same.
I sat upright decisively. “I need to make sure she’s okay.”
David was already half asleep, rolled over with his back to me. “That’s fine, I’m with you in spirit.”
I really hated him sometimes. I found my robe in the dark and wrapped it loosely around my body. Sabine’s room was just down the hall, it was no wonder she had wandered out to us. However, as I got nearer to her room I noticed that a light was on at the bottom of the stairs, from the direction of the kitchen.
I tiptoed cautiously downstairs. If there were thieves in my kitchen, they weren’t trying very hard to keep quiet. As I reached the bottom of the steps, I sighed when I realized that it was Sabine, dressed for the night in some boy shorts and a baby-t that was too small for her. She had a very tight belly with a cute navel.
She was gazing pensively into the refrigerator, maybe looking for a midnight snack. I took a step and the floor settled beneath me, causing a dusty crack that echoed through the house. She turned quickly, eyes widening when she saw me.
“I am sorry. I was looking for something to eat.”
Her English was good, if a little formal, but it came out choppy with her thick German accent. I was in no mood to accuse her of anything so I crossed the kitchen and opened the freezer, pulling out two small cups of Ben and Jerry’s.
She took one graciously and nodded her thanks.
“You don’t need to ask me for food Sabine. Our kitchen is your kitchen while you are here.”
She nodded as I handed her a spoon from the drawer by the kitchen. “My parents taught me to ask in a stranger’s house.”
I smiled to her uneasily. We were both dancing around the subject. “That means your parents taught you good manners.”
She had no words for that. She smiled, remembering home, as she dug into her treat. She had a beautiful smile with thin rose hued lips. Her blonde hair was so light it was almost ivory in color and it fell just past her shoulders. We ate our ice cream in silence, afraid to broach the subject. To my surprise, she addressed it first.
“I am sorry for intruding, I only meant to ask for permission to eat your food.”
“Oh, it’s okay sweetie, I’m just sorry you had to see that.”
She smiled at me again. Such a pretty smile. “I am not sorry. You are both a beautiful couple.”
The statement was very forward and it caught me off guard. What David and I may have been beautiful but it definitely wasn’t conventional. Still a compliment is a compliment.
“Thank you.” I blushed. “David and I love each other very much. Did you want to talk about it…I mean do you have any questions?”
Then she laughed, a salty, almost mocking laugh. She dropped her spoon in her ice cream cup and covered her mouth, maybe to prevent my own embarrassment. It seemed like a rude gesture to me.
“I’m sorry? What’s so funny?” I cocked an eyebrow.
She looked at me with a pitying look, “I don’t mean to be rude, but the Americans did not invent sex. I have no questions.”
She was right of course. My own daughter was 18 and while I didn’t like to think about her sexual conquests, I was for sure that she wasn’t innocent. She may even still be a virgin but she wasn’t an idiot. With society these days, she might even know more about sex than I do. Why would Sabine be any different?
“Although, I will admit that I have never done that. It looked uncomfortable.” She said, interrupting my thoughts.
Again, she caught me off guard. She was referring to the position she had caught David and I in. David was standing at the edge of the bed, while I lay on my back with my head over the edge. He fed me his cock that way, while I was upside down. It made it easier for his dick to slide in my mouth and hit the back of my throat. It also gave him a different sensation.
What surprised me was her admission that while she hadn’t given a blowjob that way, she hadn’t ruled out a blowjobs entirely.
“You’ve given men head?”
She looked at me frightfully. “I won’t tell your parents.” I said
She stared at her ice cream cup and put it to the side. “Back in Germany, I have a friend. Her name is Marcie.”
She stepped away from the kitchen table and stepped over towards me. I leaned uncomfortably against the counter.
“Marcie is older than me and so is her boyfriend, Erik. In Germany, it is legal for us to drink.”
She was inching nearer now, moving uncomfortably close to me. She had me pinned in an odd way.
“One night, we were all drinking, and Marcie and Erik began to kiss next to me. I laughed at them, because I was nervous.” She paused, smiling and fidgeting with her hands. “I remember when Marcie took out his penis and held it in her hand right in front of me. He was so big and ready for her. He moaned while she moved her hand slowly, while I just sat there awkwardly next to him.”
I hadn’t expected her conversation to get so detailed. I couldn’t tell if I was still wet from giving David a blowjob earlier, or if her story was helping. Had Sabine always been such a cutie? I was mesmerized as she continued.
“Next thing I knew, Marcie’s hand was on mine. She led me over to him. It was the first time I had ever held a man in my hands. I could barely fit my hand around it. I was scared but I did like she said as Marcie and Erik continued to make out.”
She was practically touching me now, there was no way to get out without bowling her over. She had such smooth skin, such a pretty belly. Her face was so close to mine. My robe felt like it was invisible. I was suddenly very aware that the cloth was the only thing separating her from my nudity. My breasts were heaving slightly.
“Erik didn’t last long. Before he could warn me, it was all over my hand. I was shocked, but Marcie knew what to do.”
Suddenly she was on me. We touched, and her hands were at the belt keeping my robe tied around me. Before I could react, she was undoing it slightly.
“Sabine,” I stuttered, but she continued with her story.
“She took my hand, covered in his juices and began to suck on my fingers, right in front of him.” She said as my robe fell away. I stood before her, my front completely exposed to her. For some reason, I had been oblivious to her advances, until she put the hands on my robe. I thought she was just unaware of my personal space, but from the moment she began to undo my robe, I knew that she was coming on to me. Was I wet because of her story, or wet because of her?
“When she was done sucking his semen off my fingers, she leaned in to kiss me, my first ever with a girl. I could still taste Erik on her tongue.”
She embraced me at the hips and moved in. Her thigh moved between my thighs and instantly my legs parted for her. As her thigh nestled against my sex, I knew that she had me.
“Her kiss, was the best thing that could have happened to me. If she hadn’t have kissed me, I never would have realized I liked girls.”
Then, with our legs nestled against each other, she raised slightly and kissed me and I didn’t stop her. I let my hands roam to the hem of her t-shirt and finger it delicately. I traced my fingers to her belly and she jumped at the touch. It was an unconscious move on my part. I had no idea what I was doing.
She was playful with her kisses, but I didn’t give her much. She gave up with my lips and tucked her lips to my neck and placed sweet kisses just below my jawline. I leaned my neck back instinctively to give her more access. I could feel myself dripping like crazy on to her thigh. Every now and again her thigh would rub against my clit and I would quiver.
She pulled away and looked down at my chest. “You never cleaned up. David is still on your chest.”
She was right, in my hurry to console her, I hadn’t bothered to clean up. David’s semen was still pooling near my cleavage, only half-dried. She leaned in slowly and ran her tongue slowly up my left breast, cleaning up his cum. She smiled at me shyly and then brought her mouth close to me again. This time, I let my lips part and she slid her tongue into my mouth. We recreated her story, with Sabine acting as Marcie, snowballing with me. It was incredibly hot and our breathing increased as our tongues battled inside our mouths.
Then, I snapped out of it. I pictured my daughter and panicked. I was being irresponsible. Were Sabine’s parents doing this with my daughter.
I broke the kiss quickly and pushed her away.
“Stop…” I paused. “This is inappropriate. Sabine, I’m sorry.”
She nodded and my heart broke when I saw her eyes begin to water. I hadn’t even considered how rejection might hurt her. Before I could console her, she smiled and nodded, “Okay…”
Quickly, she turned and fled up the stairs. I watched as her shapely legs disappeared out of sight. I leaned against the counter, with no idea what to think. I found my hand drifting toward my legs. With one finger, I dug deep between my pussy lips.
Soaking.