seems to pretend not to see us as she flies around the restaurant.
I purse my lips, a new-found resolution coming through me. I’m just going to tell her the dead-honest truth. “I’m just going to be honest,” I say. “I can’t get up and walk over there right now.”
“Why not? Something wrong with your leg? Oh my gosh, did your leg fall asleep?” Her voice is laced with concern.
“My leg is fine. The problem is that your description of you going down on a guy just turned me on.”
She flinches. “Seriously?”
“You wanted honesty, you got it.”
She pushes her hair behind her ear. “Wow. Okay, I’m kind of proud of that.”
“You should be.”
She bites her lower lip. Is it me or are her cheeks pinker than they were two minutes ago?
“Oh.” She waves to our server who finally sees us, and we order two more drinks.
Yeah, I need the alcohol to keep flowing for this conversation, to be honest.
Now Maya leans in and asks me another whopper. “So…if someone were to give you your perfect BJ, what would it be?”
“I thought you were the big BJ expert,” I chide.
“Okay, that makes it sound like I’d blow any guy on the street. Which isn’t true. I just pride myself in pleasing my man. But I’m curious what you have to offer on this from the male perspective.”
I smirk. “You’re asking me?”
“She nods. What’s the big deal? This is just cloud talk between best friends.”
“What’s cloud talk?”
“Cloud talk is, you know, saying things just for fun that you don’t necessarily intend on doing.”
“Cloud talk…” I take a big gulp of my drink. “Well, just remember, you asked for this.”
“I did.”
I lean back in my chair, get comfortable, and tell her. “First off, if you just think like a cock is meant to fuck a pussy, but a mouth is a really fun substitute, it makes it all the better. So, the cock is fucking your mouth. Those little licks and teases are great to start. And then it's time for a face fuck bonanza. This should be enthusiastic, sloppy, like I want to see the drool coming out of your mouth and your eyes watering. And if you get some saliva mixed in with cum, that's the best lube. You can get both hands wrapped around the base too—yes, the twisty thing is always good that you mentioned—and then go to town, take him as deep as possible. It depends on the girl I guess, too. Some are a little scared or whatever, but the guy can grab onto the hair and make ponytails out if it and ravage her throat.”
Maya’s a little wide-eyed. “Go on.”
“Now there are some other options, depending on position. Are you standing, lying down, in a car, on a couch, in a club bathroom? Wherever it is, the girl should be making eye contact. Then, at the point of no return, the girl should have to exert less effort and the guy is going to go wild and probably start manhandling her, growling, smacking her ass a little if he can reach, and then well, the question is where to come, and that just depends on the situation.”
“You’d smack my—I mean a girl’s—ass when they were going down on you? How would you do that though?”
I focus on her intensely, and my heart skips a beat when she says the word my. I decide not to call her out on it. “I have long arms, Maya. Duh.”
“Oh.” She takes in the length of them and swallows. “Right.”
Finished with my perfect blowjob scene, I take a long sip of my drink.
“How are you doing?” I ask when she seems tongue-tied.
Maya swallows. “I think I just got a little turned on.”
“You got turned on from me talking about a BJ?”
“Yes.”
“You really are a giver, aren’t you?”
Maya seems flustered all of a sudden. “Did you go down on her?”
Our new round of drinks arrive at our bar table and I grin. “Are you asking me how I go down on a girl? I don’t know if I want to talk about going down on her with you.”
“Why not?”
“Well, you just talked about some hypothetical guy, so I wasn’t picturing anyone specific. That’s not nice of me to share bedroom secrets when Vanessa’s right here.”
“Well…how else can you tell me how you would go down on a woman?”
Is this conversation really happening? She wants to know how I'd go down on some random woman? Does she even realize I can't stop wondering