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what she was doing (and the knowledge that, had I only thought of it first, that could have been me sitting where she was), but also because…she looked like she knew what she was doing. Had she done this before? Who with? When? I seethed at the sight of the experience she seemed to be exerting here, the calm and casual manner with which she held the head of that hard-on in her mouth, before slowly withdrawing…not quite all the way, he was balanced on her lips now…and then taking it in again, a little deeper, a little harder.
    Now she was sucking. I could see her cheeks working, her
tongue, too. It looked incredible. I thought, with all the movies we’d watched, that I knew everything there was to know about giving good head. But watching it actually unfold in the flesh alongside me, that was a completely different experience. I could hear Wendy’s lips slurping at his hard flesh; could hear his breathing accelerate, from light gasps to groaning pants. Was he coming?
    I threw a glance at the screen. Lilly was at it as well, sucking on the devil’s dick, drawing him deep into her mouth. “Bite it, hurt it, bite it,” he was muttering, and the camera closed in as her teeth sank hard into his helmet. Christ, I wanted some of that. I could see the actress’s saliva flowing, thick and clear, flooding to celebrate the taste of a man. Her teeth looked sharp; that must have hurt. But was it a bad pain or a good one? It had to be good—how could anything that looks that wonderful feel like anything else?
    I turned back to Wendy, hoping she’d tire, or lose interest or something, anything, so that I could pounce and suck and bite and taste. But no, she was moving faster now, graceful swoops down his slick prick; I could see her lips straining to enfold more of his length in her mouth—he must have been halfway in, how much more could she take? And, more importantly, how much more could he take?
    He was loud now, his groans competing with the on-screen demon’s, and when the actor came, with a cry of exquisite release, so did the guy. I saw Wendy’s head jerk back with shock, as his come shot out, showering her shoulder, spattering her face. If I’d been quicker, I could have thrown myself into the line of fire, felt it slap against my skin and then licked it away again. Instead, I felt like grabbing Wendy and shaking her. You wasted it! I wanted to say. Has Lilly taught you nothing?
    But I was fascinated as well, watching as the cock began almost
instantly to subside, the last thick drops of white collecting at the tip to drip reluctantly to the floor. Their owner, too, was limp, leaning back on the seats behind him, collecting his breath, gathering his wits and gazing at Wendy with such undying devotion that, as she stood up and squeezed past me, wordlessly returning to her own seat, I thought he was going to cry.
    Instead he just stood there for a few moments more, slowly comprehending the fact that it was over, that Wendy wasn’t even going to look at him again, let alone speak. Then he buttoned himself up and walked away.
    We sat in silence for a moment. Then Wanda spoke.
    “So what was that all about?”
    Wendy didn’t answer immediately. “I felt like it. We’ve done so much talking, I just wanted to see what it was really like.”
    So it was her first time. I felt a pang of relief.
    Wanda again. “What does it taste like?”
    Again, Wendy was silent, weighing her words before she committed to them. “Salty. Like a pretzel. A glazed pretzel. It was okay.”
    “Just okay?” That was Lisa.
    “It was fun. It would’ve been better if I’d been more comfortable, and my jaw did start to hurt after a bit. And he kept trying to push too far. But yeah, it’s okay.”
    “What about at the end?” I asked. “How did you know it was…he was…coming?”
    “I didn’t, he just jerked away and it startled me. But I’m glad he did, I think. I caught a bit in my mouth, and…” She made a face. “Salty old