I thought about doing another entry along the lines of Jill’s “What I’m Reading…” entry from last month. The problem is that I’m not reading anything at the moment, and I didn’t want to start reading something just for the sake of another entry, as that would probably come off as forced. Also, Jill’s not reading anything at the moment that would be suitable to talk about in a sex blog. Standing before our previously-mentioned sex bookshelf in the hopes of getting the perfect idea for today’s entry, I had a momentary flash of brilliance. It doesn’t happen too often.
The book that inspired this flash of brilliance is “The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks”, by Jen Sincero.
We picked this book up a couple years ago, more or less as a joke. We were on a week-long road trip, and happened to stop at a used book store. Although Jill’s never been with another woman, it’s a fantasy we both enjoy very much. It was a couple bucks, and at the very least we hoped it would add some variety and depth to our fantasy.
On the long drive home, Jill finished the book she was reading and moved on to our new book. She began reading silently, but after a few minutes she started reading aloud so that I could enjoy the book too. She began with chapter two, entitled, “The Super-Huge Importance of Sticking Your Hand Down Your Pants.” Before long she was on chapter five, entitled, “Oh My God, She Wants Me to Eat Her Pussy!” We had hours before we would be home, and while I couldn’t think of a better way to stay awake than listening to Jill reading the author’s thoughts on girl-on-girl mutual masturbation and cunnilingus, and describing the accompanying pictures (which consisted of naked Barbie dolls demonstrating various positions), my mind was focused on getting home and indulging in the kind of raw, unrestrained sex two people have when they’ve been locked in a car for most of an entire day.
Chapter seven was “And Boy Makes Three!” I’d been aroused, if not erect, the whole time Jill had been reading to me. There were still four or five hours before I could realistically get some relief. Jill, on the other hand, had already come a couple times. Before she was done with chapter two, she’d begun rubbing her thighs through her jeans, kneading herself vigorously with the palm of her hand while she read. At the start of chapter four, “Gettin’ Some 101”, she decided it was pointless to try and wait til we got home, and had opened her jeans, working her free hand into the waistband of her panties and softly caressing herself. Before the end of that chapter, her jeans were down around her feet and she was playing with her very wet pussy as though without the slightest concern for who might observe in a passing car. For awhile she tried to maintain an some semblance of decency and modesty by keeping her panties on, but she gave up on this before she’d gotten through the next chapter.
I was glad that we were on a long, straight stretch of highway as I glanced at Jill in the passenger seat. She was trying to work her panties down while still seated. Once they had made it past her ass and to mid-thigh, it was much easier and she breathlessly pulled them down to her feet, then stepped out of them and her jeans. She put one foot up on the dashboard and then she really got to work. I found it difficult to maintain my focus on the road ahead of me while Jill was stroking her clit with absolute determination in the seat next to me. The sounds her lips made as she played with them, the smell of her body, the words she was reading, all made me wish it wasn’t completely foolhardy to find a rest stop and satisfy both of us. Instead I continued on, hoping my prolonged hard-on wouldn’t make me lightheaded. In minutes she set the book down on the seat and enjoyed a hard-earned orgasm.
She continued reading, and playing, until she had finished the book. When she had her last orgasm, I was so caught up in what she was doing that I missed our turn-off and had to exit. At the foot of the exit was a small town. I pulled into a parking lot in order to turn around and get back on the highway. For the briefest instant, I considered throwing caution to the wind and taking Jill into the back seat. If there was a part of me that would have really considered it, the sight of a police car parked in the lot convinced me it was a bad idea.
That night, as we lay in bed, I finally got my long-awaited relief. As I enjoyed the feel of Jill’s body, I couldn’t help but entertain the hope that the new book might lead to wonderful new adventures.
