I’ve had more fun with you the last month than I ever dreamed. My best friend Polly keeps teasing me that I’ve been kidnapped. She keeps texting me bizarre offers for my ransom. The last offer was a pound of dark chocolate and a dozen dried shrimp."
"Sea bob!"
"What's a sea bob?" she asked.
"It's French for shrimp. Man, I haven’t had Cajun Peanuts in years."
"You’ve eaten dried shrimp? I thought she was being funny."
Jack turned on his side to face her. "Oh, yeah, down home in Louisiana you can get'em right next to the patate chips in any convenience store. I used to eat them all the time for a snack."
"Seriously? Like dried up crunchy shrimp?"
"Sure! They are salted and dehydrated until they are about halfway between chewy and crunchy. They rock!"
Julie laughed at his enthusiasm. "Well then I guess I’ll have to try them."
"We can pick some up when we go visit my parents this summer." He leaned over and kissed her shoulder.
"Uh..."
"What, you don’t want to meet the infamous Claire and Garson Brousard? You’ll love my Mom, seriously. You both hate Sophie, so you’ll have plenty to talk about."
Julie chuckled, rolled over, and put her face next to his. "Why are we talking about this? I told you I wanted to wait to have these kinds of discussions."
"Well, you haven’t kissed me yet, so I figure you wanted to talk some more."
"I can fix that," she said as she scooted up to nibble on his lower lip. He sighed as she cupped his balls and began to slowly move her hand up his shaft. Jack began to kiss her back and then pushed her over on her back so he could kiss down her neck. Julie relaxed and let him do what he wanted.
Jack kissed her breasts gently, feeling along the edges of her nipples with his fingertips and tongue. When they responded, he touched them carefully and kissed each one softly, almost like he was exploring instead of trying to excite her. Even in the dim light in the room she could tell his eyes were open as he squeezed and moved her breasts.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a laugh in her voice.
"Sometimes I just like to look. I don’t know, I’m fascinated with your body. I don’t have boobs after all."
"Well, just be careful with them. My period will be starting soon and they’re a little tender right now."
"Yes, ma’am. Have I told you how much I love the little blond hairs you have trailing down your stomach? And I don’t know if anyone has mentioned this to you before, but your belly button is certifiably perfect, seriously." He kissed each area he admired very softly and sweetly.
Julie laughed, "You’re a nut."
"I admire your attention to personal grooming as well." He kissed lower. "This lovely mound looks good enough to eat." He kissed her right at the top of her slit and just barely slipped his tongue in. "You have a lovely flavor as well." He licked a little deeper making her shut her eyes and whisper air in response. "Not quite ready yet."
Jack continued down, kissing along her thighs without tickling her too much. "You have very shapely legs, you know. Your knees are perfectly proportioned. Your calves are firm and I especially like when you stand on your toes to reach for something when you’re barefoot." He kissed downward until he got to her ankle, then sat up and took one foot in his hands. He massaged her arch and kissed her instep, then kissed the tip of each toe.
"Jack, this tour of my body is having an interesting effect on me." She reached down and slipped her fingers past her mons and between her lips. "I believe this spot might be ready for review now."
Jack put her foot down and bent down to kiss her fingers as they played. "Yes, I think you're right." She tried to move her fingers out of the way as he lay down, but Jack pulled them back. "No, I want to see you this time, but I reserve the right to help."
Julie was a little self-conscious about how her nether regions looked, but was too hot to be bothered that much. She slid her fingers
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