Our nickname for her was honest, respectful, kind, polite, descriptive, sincere, and tender.  We called her The Pretty Pretty Princess of Magic Blowjobs.

I didn’t know her as well most of our friends, but she was at every party, every show, and every opening we went to for three years.  She bounced when she entered the room and half the time she was naked within minutes.  She hugged everyone, she laughed far too loudly, and she kissed with her mouth open.

It was nearly three am one night when I learned about the second half of her nickname. She fell down onto the couch next to me as we watched the last three people playing on the coffee table.  I wrapped my arms around her without thinking, and she kissed my cheek before taking my soft penis in her hand.  She held me and played with me as we watched, and somehow she woke me up after a night of total exhaustion.

She smiled at me and giggled before leaning down into my lap and taking me into her mouth.  I nearly jumped out of my seat when I felt her lips around me and when she took me into her throat I moaned deeper and louder than I knew possible.  She licked and sucked, her fingers slipping and sliding over the head of my cock as she played with me, and it was amazing.

There was no trying in what she did.  She played and she played, pausing only to smile and laugh before wrapping her lips around me once more.  She scratched my thigh with her nails, she teased me with her teeth, and for long moments she simply held me in her mouth as her fingers did all the work.

I came in fewer than five minutes and she rubbed it into my stomach like she was finger painting.  She licked her lips, she kissed me, and she never once stopped smiling.

“Thank you,” I said when I finally regained the ability to speak.

“You’re welcome,” she giggled.  “I liked it too.  It’s the only thing I’m really good at.”

Before I could say a word she was on the other side of the room trying on hats in front of the mirror as the noises in the room died down to almost nothing.  I watched her play dress up and every movement she made was a dance to music I couldn’t hear.

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