Abruptly the skirt plummets, but my eyes remain riveted to Tia's prominent clit. It juts from the apex of her vulva, gleaming like a piece of hard candy that's been sucked a little and is aching to be back in someone's mouth.

Tia toys with her blouse while telling me about her dream. A nun gave her a sack of poker chips, but when she set it down beside her, someone swiped it along with her wallet. She was very unhappy because now she'd have to cancel her Discover card. "I looked all over but what made it hard to look was that I also lost my glasses, but the strange thing is I don't wear glasses. I never have. Isn't that weird?"

"Weird," I say.

Then she says, "So do you want to make out right here right now?"

Before I can answer she draws the blouse over her head and flings it away, then leaps into my arms. She can't be more than five-two, ninety-eight pounds: I hold her easily and we kiss hard. We kiss hard again and again. "You've made me so wet," she says, "want a taste?" I swivel her, and her legs latch around my neck and my mouth goes to her middle. I devour the cream and candy of her cunt while she unzips me, extracts my cock, and sucks me voraciously until together we both come.