...after a few minutes between her thighs, lapping up her pleasure, she wanted to have a go at giving me head. I could tell she was eager, but not very experienced. So, I guided her, saying to use both hands. I had her cup under my balls, while she gripped the base of my shaft with her dominate hand. She was a quick learner and after I convinced her it wasn't all supposed to fit, she did a decent job slobbering up the head of my cock, I assumed to start the main event. I was wrong.

She looked up at me from between my thighs, tongue still out, with my balls in her left hand. "I got some ice earlier," she said. A confused look loaded on my face. "You could put a couple of pieces in your mouth and eat me out again." Stunned that she had come up with that on her own, I stammered but agreed to try it.

I knew things were going to get messy, so I got a tower and put it under her, popping a cube in my mouth from the plastic ice bucket. It was quite a challenge to keep the cube in my mouth while my tongue darted in and out of her pussy. I felt like I was juggling, my mind was not able to focus like normal and possibly because of this, the motion of my lips on hers was in no steady rhythm or pattern. She began to moan and pull my head into her. Another orgasm, but this time I didn't get to taste much more than the ice, which was also completely melted from the heat of the act. I grabbed two more cubes and settled between her thighs again. The cheap cubes had corners and obviously that produced some more friction to accompany my kisses and suction as I tried to keep the ice from entering her. Kristin gasped again and again. I smiled everytime her head tilted back. Each time I looked up only to see her neck and her chest heaving for oxygen, my cock would begin wedging itself between the bed and my stomach. After her sixth orgasm, I really had to fuck her.

I tossed the love-soaker towel at the wall and slipped on a condom. I grabbed under her knees and pulled her towards me, her ass hit my thighs as I knelt on the bed below her. I spread her labia with my left hand, exposing her bright and swollen clit. I gently guided myself in her and I caught her biting her lip as her lips clamped down around my shaft. I gave up on keeping count of her orgasms, instead making sure everything we talked about on the phone was coming true.

Missionary, then doggy was our order of events. She had a great arch, so watching her eyes close and her limp arms flutter at her side while I thrust from behind too much. I slapped her ass on last time and had her lay on her left side. I put a pillow under her right knee to keep her pussy more accessible, then stratled her left leg and popped my head back inside the now familiar wet spot.

I held onto her hip and watched her small breasts create a bit of cleavage and asked, "Kristin, can I come?" She had been non verbal for the better part of the hour, so a nod is all I got (and all I needed). I increased my pace and depth until I felt her contact on me again. I rode her through her final orgasm and pulled back a little when it was my turn to finish. I could feel myself pulsing inside her, our thighs both wet from all of her joy.

As we came back down to earth, we both started laughing. I kissed her one last time and we laid there just enjoying the moment. It was a little late for dinner, but we were starving. So, she drove us to an Applebee's down the street and we had our first date.

We had sex again the next day, starting off in the pool and finishing in our room. It was an awesome weekend for both of us. We never met in person again, but remained ICQ friends for a few more months :)