One morningin October, Amelia had been using John before classes when, in a rush to catch her ride to class, she forgot to reorient him before leaving the house. John was naturally quite annoyed with this, he liked using Amelia's computer when she wasn't around. With no way to right himself though, he could only stare up at the ceiling and spend the time ruminating about recent events. Eventually, he dozed off.
John awoke some time later to the sound of Amelia's door opening. Amelia's classes must have been over. He hoped she would put him upright soon, but knew she probably wanted more head after her time in class. A few seconds later, he felt himself spin, and watched as Amelia's rear end descended towards his face. Amelia was wearing a pleated skirt, and he was soon envelloped in relative darkness as her lips made contact with his.
John began to lick dutifully, as he had so many times before, tracing from the perineum up past her labia to her clitoris, and back down again. She wasn't quite as clean as usual, but John had gotten used to the taste. He could just barely see from the light passing through her skirt, but he really didn't need to, he knew the contours of Amelia's vulva better than the back of his hand (if he still had hands.)
At least he thought he did. As John licked, he couldn't help but sense that something was off, maybe it was her flavour, or the way her lips parted as he moved his tongue, but something was different about Amelia today. Perhaps she was more aroused than usual?
