“Hey, don’t cry. I’m sure the two of you will stay in touch. You’ll just have to write to each other or call her on the phone.” My mother reached back and handed me a tissue to dry my tears as we drove away from our former house, following behind the gigantic moving truck and driving away from our neighborhood for the last time.

To make it worse, Blair, my best friend, biking buddy, and partner in childhood-scale crime and mischief was standing outside on the front porch of her house. She waved to me for what we both thought was the last time, and she ran inside once she started crying too. Seeing her like that made my personal waterworks start up again, and it took a while for me to calm back down.

I moved into the new place, settled in for the last of summer break, and a few weeks later started my first day of middle school. Days turned to weeks, then months as I met new people, and got back into the life of a typical middle schooler.

We wrote a few letters to each other at first. Without having our own phones and with our school and personal lives now hundreds of miles apart, we eventually drifted from each other - our conversations slowly becoming less frequent until we fully lost contact a year or so later.

At the tail end of high school, I sent a huge pile of applications to colleges - hoping that my not-great grades would be good enough to get me in somewhere. In the process, I realized that one of them was actually pretty close to where I used to live as a kid. A nearly forgotten wave of memories came back, of summers with Blair: biking for hours, walking through the woods and looking for frogs, trying to go fishing with no real knowledge of how to do so, video games, staying out together until dark - the two of us were inseparable.

I looked through my phone and tried to search social media for her name, but found nothing at all that looked promising - although my detective skills probably weren’t up to the task. I ran back to my room and pulled out a long-neglected bin of childhood scraps and memorabilia from my closet. Digging through the random few awards, doodles that my parents wanted to keep, old photos, and random toys, I found what I was looking for. One of the few letters I wrote had Blair’s old address on it, and I figured I’d give it a shot. I fired up my computer and typed out a quick letter, assuming that whoever lived at her place would see the name and probably just toss it in the trash.

A few days later I got a text from a number I’ve never seen before. “Hey, this is Blair. Man, it’s been a hell of a long time, hasn’t it? I still don’t know why we never kept in touch - life tends to get in the way though, and long distance friendships are hard. So, what’s up?”

I nearly dropped my phone, but I recovered quickly and managed to type a reply. “Yeah, it’s been a long time. I’m applying for college, and I remembered there’s a decent school near where I used to live, so I applied there. Then I remembered you and our time as friends, and I figured why not?”

“Well, you got me. I stayed here, life happened, now I’m taking online classes and working a little on the side.”

“That’s pretty ambitious, I’m impressed.”

“It wasn’t totally by choice. You know how I never met my bio dad? Turned out he had a wacky genetic condition, and once puberty kicked in it made itself very much known. I left my high school and spent the last 2 years doing classes via video calls with my mom dropping my work off for me.”

At this point I decided that texting was a pretty crap way of communicating difficult things, so now that I had her number I gave her a call. “Hey, I figured actually talking would be better, sorry about accidentally tripping over myself a second ago.”

“It’s no problem dude, you had literally no way of knowing. So yeah, I’m not really dying or anything, I just mostly stay indoors and do schoolwork, then my real job, then help around the house. Not super interesting, but it’s not bad.”

“That doesn’t sound bad at all, the routine probably helps stay focused.”

“Absolutely, my grades are good, I have basically no expenses, and whatever I bring in helps out the family.”

Our conversation continued, mostly catching up with what I’ve been doing this whole time. We talked briefly about her situation, but she mostly glossed over the details. We agreed to stay in touch, and try to see each other in person if I could swing it.

A couple weeks later I received the letter I was hoping to get. The college back in my hometown accepted me! My parents were thrilled to see me get in, and probably a little excited for me to move out. When I told them that I got in contact with Blair, they were happy that I’d have someone I knew already close by.

I decided to get my act together and move out there as early as I could, and once school ended I basically had everything lined up. I found a halfway decent apartment and a summer job to get me through until school started for me again.

After unloading the last of my boxes from my car, and the small moving trailer with my bed and some hand-me-down furniture from my parent’s basement, I unpacked a handful of the necessities for the next day in my old hometown.

I took a seat on the folding chair, a pair of which substituted for my lack of a couch, leaned back and marinated in the feeling of having my own place finally. Although it was basically empty except for a pile of boxes it already was starting to feel like home.

I decided to let Blair know that I arrived and settled in. “Hey Blair, I just got moved into my new place. I’m back in town now!”

“Oh, that’s awesome! I’d offer to help if I could, but with my condition and all it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. Also I can’t drive, so…”

“I had so little stuff to move that it wouldn’t really be worth the trip. Also with my car totally filled to the windows with my junk you’d have to ride on the roof..”

“Ha! That would be one fun ride though, at least until I fell off…”

After waiting a moment I thought I’d see if she was free to finally meet in person again. “So, now that I’m starting to get settled in at my new place, would you be down to meet somewhere? If not, no problem - I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Hmmm. There’s a coffee shop within walking distance from my place, that I’m a regular at. They’re open late, and since my sleep schedule is a huge mess I’m a regular there. I’d be down to meet you there tomorrow night, does 8pm sound good?”

“Sure, I'll see you there!” I had a momentary freakout, realizing that I was definitely going to see her in person again. I reassured myself that although I haven’t seen her in years, we got along so well that it was most likely going to be fine.

The coffee shop was a typical college town sort, with windows in the front lined with tables, a bar around the counter, and tables in the back with dividers for those who were there to get work done. The place was basically deserted, with the barista sitting on a stool at the counter and one haggard looking student typing away at his laptop and sitting in the window seats.

I wander in and look to the back of the shop for a grown-up version of the girl I used to hang out with - a tanned, skinny, athletic friend with poofy brown hair who always seemed like a ray of sunshine. The person who popped her head out from the booth was nothing at all like that. A ghostly pale, dark haired woman wearing all black shyly waved to me from the last booth in the corner.

I walked over with what was obviously a confused and intrigued expression, which she clearly noticed. “Hey, you probably weren’t expecting me to look like this. It’s me!” She smiled and shrugged. “Looks like you haven’t changed nearly as much, you’re just taller, and… stronger looking. Still cute though.”

I hesitantly took a seat across from her, and noticed a few more details I missed in my initial shock. She was dressed up in the pretty standard “punky goth’ kind of look, all black with a top that seemed to be made mostly out of straps and netting, over a sports bra that was clearly restraining a large-but-not-ridiculously-so chest, and a pair of baggy black pants.

Her long, straight, jet black hair contrasted with her starkly pale skin, which almost seemed to have a faint bluish tint - but I thought that might just be the lighting. The whites of her eyes were tinted red, with jet-black pupils that added to her spooky aura. Strapped around her neck, she was wearing something halfway between a collar and a wide choker. It appeared to be attached to her clothing with a pair of the straps from her top. It also seemed to be tight enough that it pressed in on her skin, which couldn’t be very comfortable.

She hardly seemed to breathe as we sat there, and although I thought I only spent a moment looking her over, she said “Done sizing me up? I bet I look a little different. It’s probably pretty surprising, huh?” She winked at me with a little smirk.

“Definitely different. Not bad though, and your outfit really works well with your look. Just a bit of a contrast compared to the last time I saw you, was it six years ago?” She seemed to relax a bit, and slouched back in her squishy booth seat.

As I took the seat across from her, I asked, “So, coffee?”

“Sorry, I don’t drink coffee. I study and people watch here, and bring one home for Madre. They’re cool with me being here - I usually show up late enough that they don’t care, and eventually I’m a paying customer.”

“That’s pretty cool of them - would you like anything else?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Oh, sure thing. I’ll be right back.” I walked to the counter and ordered some kind of decaf tea drink, and sat back down with Blair once it was in hand.

After I took a couple sips, she asked, “It’s good, right? My mom says it’s the best coffee in town, and she’s a pretty good judge of these sorts of things.”

“It’s really, really good. Sounds like she’s got good taste.”

She cracked a small smile. “She’s pretty awesome. So, you’re starting college soon?”

“Yep, I got into State. I was pretty surprised they let me in, my grades were pretty rough.”

“That’s really cool, congrats! I’m planning to apply for spring semester - my medical drama pushed me back a little so I graduate this summer. I’ll be applying there too, I pretty much have to stay home most of the time so somewhere that’s close is pretty important for me.”

“Sounds like you shouldn’t have any trouble though, they let my dumb ass in and you’ve got way better grades than me.”

“I did really focus on my studies in the last couple years. I had a ton of spare time while I tried to figure out what was happening with me. Turns out boredom is one hell of a motivator.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your medical stuff. Are you doing better now?”

She looked around the café for a moment and looked back at me. “Um, sorta? I’m at the point where I’m stable, like I’ve had no more surprises in a while. Nobody was really sure how this whole thing was gonna shake out, but I’m doing ok. Unfortunately I pretty much look dead now, one of the first surprises I got was my skin, hair, and eyes changing color. Hence the whole goth thing - it’s a great disguise.”

“So you’re not wearing makeup or contacts or anything?”

“Well, I did put on a little foundation and blush, and some lipstick, but I basically look like an especially lively zombie most of the time.”

“Did you ever find any more info on your dad? I wonder if he’d have any more information - you know, like if it ran in his family or something?”

“Um, I have some info on him, but it’s not gonna be possible to get a hold of him. We figured out some stuff, and once we found the right doctor we pretty much figured my whole situation out. It might be cool to find him eventually, but it would be so tough to do so. Maybe once I’m out of school I’ll try to find him but it’ll take some serious time and effort.”

She looked back to me, and noticed me reaching for the next conversation point and not really finding anything. Apparently I had a worried expression on my face, my discomfort about asking such personal questions and laying it on too thick must have been obvious to her - so she jumped in. “Hey, want to show me your new place? I can help you get unpacked a little before it gets too late. My mom is out of town for a couple days at a conference, so she’s not going to miss me. If you’re cool with that, of course.”

“That would be awesome, I’ve barely unpacked, and I’m not far from here at all. I don’t even know where my toothbrush is right now….”

“Well, lead the way bro!”

We headed out of the café, and the barista wished us a good evening as we left. I noticed that she was being especially careful, taking the ramp instead of the couple of stairs to the sidewalk as we left. She took my hand as we walked to my car, and her grasp felt concerningly cold. “Oh, you’re warm! I’m stealing some of that heat.”

“Nice car!” I opened the door for her and walked around, and she very carefully got in, placing a hand on her head as she stooped down in what I thought was an attempt to not bump her head.

I took it a little more carefully on the way back to my place after having to hit the brakes a little too hard, after someone turned into my lane a bit too closely. She reached up to her head to steady herself - I figured either she had a balance problem or some sort of neck injury.

We pulled up to my apartment, and I parked in my covered spot directly across from my door. “Oh, you live here? That’s really cool. That’s pretty close to college, but not over by the crazy frat zone. Nicely done.”

“Yeah, this gets me in town before all the students show up for the fall, and it ends up being way cheaper than the dorms. It’s awesome to have my own place too.”

“I can definitely see the benefits of a little privacy.” She winked at me as we walked in the front door.

“Oh, this place is cool!” She looked around the place, smiling and admiring my absolutely empty and undecorated bachelor pad. I mean, you could use some furniture and maybe some home decor, but it’s your own place and that’s pretty badass.”

“Thanks, it definitely has a little bit to go until it’s really livable - lots of unpacking still, but I’m glad you like it.”

“That’s why I’m here. First priority is the bedroom and bathroom, then the kitchen. We’ll probably only get the first two done tonight, but I think that will help a ton.”

“Thanks, I’m so glad you’re here. I mean, to help out.”

She blushes slightly, a purplish-red hue showing on her cheeks. “I’m glad you’re back. I just wish we never had to split up in the first place. You’d have been such a huge help when I was going through my whole ordeal.”

“Yeah, I bet we would have been a heck of a duo through the rest of school too, we’d probably have been notorious. Maybe infamous.”

She looked into my eyes, her red and black hued gaze both incredibly interesting and a little intimidating. “Sounds like we have a lot of lost time to make up.” She took a step toward the box pile that made up most of my living room. “Anyways, I can tackle the bathroom if you want to work on the bedroom. I’ll do a pretty quick unpack job, you can sort it out in detail later.”

I headed to the bedroom and quickly took care of my stuff, mostly making the bed and tossing the trash bags full of my clothes into the closet. I wandered the short distance back to Blair, who seemed to really be having difficulty handling the constant stooping over, standing, and sitting as she unboxed items.

As soon as I saw her struggling, she dropped a small bottle of cologne - which instantly shattered and spilled all over the tile floor. “Shit! I’m sorry. I figured that was going to happen. Damn it. I’ll get a mop and a broom.”

“You’re good, I got it. Don’t move, there’s glass everywhere.” I ran over to the pile of my stuff and grabbed my cleaning supplies. I quickly swept up the glass around Blair, scooped it up into a bag and soaked up the now incredibly pungent liquid as best as I could.

As Blair took a step away from the mess and around me, something sounded strange. Every other footstep made a clicking sound on the tile. “Um, Blair? I think there’s a piece of glass stuck to your foot.”

“Oh, yikes. One sec.” She hopped up onto the counter, lifted her foot up, and instead of a small chunk of glass lying flat against her foot, a large shard of the bottle was stuck deeply into the arch.

I instinctively ripped a sheet of paper towel off of the roll in my hand and said, “Oh shit! That’s not good. I think we need to get you to urgent care right now.”

Her response was one of disappointment more than anything, and she casually pulled the shard out of her foot with a neutral expression. The deep and very concerning hole in her foot vanished within seconds of the glass making its exit, and she replied, “I guess I have a lot more explaining to do now. Damn it.”

“I think I need to sit down.”

“Yeah, you and me both.”

We sat across from each other in the living room in folding chairs, her legs crossed and leaning back in the seat, with a look of worry on her face. I probably didn’t look much better.

“Ok, so I only told you part of my whole… thing. Turns out my dad wasn’t exactly from Ireland.”

“Where then? I’m confused.”

“Well, I guess we’ve called it Tir Na Nog, or Tír fo Thuinn, people tend to throw a bunch of names at places they don’t understand. It’s probably not really a place at all, maybe like an in-between thing. Another dimension or something. Anyways, my mom met this pale spooky dude while studying abroad, got knocked up and had me. I’m not sure if she knew at first that I wasn’t fully normal - I mean that I wasn’t fully human.”

“Ok, I’m still listening, but this sounds totally crazy. I want to trust you, but we just met again after a long time and I’m worried about you.”

“You saw me instantly heal from a huge cut and with no blood. You see how I look. When I said that I don’t drink coffee, what I really meant is that I don’t normally eat or drink at all. I mean, I do sometimes when I miss it, or to help hide myself, but it doesn’t really do anything for me.”

“Um, what?”

“Here, feel my wrist.” She held out her arm, and I took hold. “Feel for a pulse. Good luck.”

I pressed inward on her slightly chilly and blue-hued wrist. “What the hell? No pulse?”

“If I don’t have anything to say I don’t need to breathe either. By all normal ways of checking I’m basically dead. It turns out that my spooky dad was in fact a Dullahan, a fae creature that used to ride around and warn people of their impending doom. I got half of that, so no real magic or anything, but lots of other bizarre stuff that kicked in when I started changing.”

“So fairies are real, and one is your dad.”

“Yeah. Because of that, I’m sorta half-human half-fae, I guess? There’s some kind of magic or something that I run on now.. I also can kinda sense danger a little bit, so I’m thinking about a job in finance or insurance or something like that.”

“Wow, um. You know, I gotta be honest. I still think you might be crazy but now I wonder if I am too. If this is all real, it’s actually sorta cool. Maybe. I mean, my whole reality is melting down a bit but you’re still the Blair that I grew up with. I’m just as willing to be in on any secret or a crazy scheme with you now as I was years ago.”

She seemed to relax significantly for a moment, then tensed back up as she realized something. “Oh crap, I probably should get this over with - the most obvious side effect from my condition. If you want to call it that. This choker I’m wearing isn’t just for looks. It’s to cover up the fact that my head is no longer exactly… connected. It’s like the main thing with Dullahans. Please try your best not to freak out, I’d really appreciate it.”

She reached back and loosened up the choker, and the compression it was creating around her throat seemed to ease up. She sighed quietly, and said “Much better. That thing was on tight, and it doesn’t really work that well.” She paused for a moment, giving both of us time to prepare. “Ok, here goes nothing.”

She moved her hands up slightly, and placed them on each side of her head. She lifted upward, and after a tiny bit of resistance a gap opened up just above the faint line her choker was hiding, as her head separated from her body.

I tried to keep my cool, and managed to for the most part, at least until she lowered her head into her lap. Where her neck ended, the top of her neck stump revealed itself, a cross section of her anatomy as if from a particularly high resolution and colorful MRI. Or, like someone had just cleanly hacked her head off, but with no blood.

“Woah! I…. Uh…. wow.”

From her position on her lap, the look on her face seemed to show sadness and disappointment, but not unexpectedly so. “Sorry I’m so weird. I figured I’d freak you out. You’re the second person I’ve shown, other than my mother. She ran out of the house screaming when she found out.”

Realizing that she’s now very upset, still alive - well, alive-ish, and in an extremely vulnerable position, I looked back at her. After the initial shock, she really didn’t look that scary. In fact, other than having to adjust to her being in a state that otherwise would be immediately lethal, seeing her cradling her own head in her lap looked kind of cute.

“Hey, Sorry about that - I was just a little surprised. I definitely wasn’t expecting that, but I think I’m adjusting quickly. Any other tricks up your sleeves?”

She looked back at me, slightly pouty but definitely relieved. “No. That’s about it, at least so far. Hopefully I don’t have any more surprises soon, once my head came off I basically stopped changing.”

“That must have been one hell of a finale, hopefully not while on a roller coaster or anything like that.”

She smiled. “Not quite, luckily. I was at home, taking a nap after school and before Mom came back home from work. I had a weird line on my neck for a month or so before, and it was feeling really itchy before I napped. When I woke up, I felt really strange. I got up, but my head didn’t.”

“Oh damn, that must have been scary.”

“It was. Also at about the same time I realized I didn’t have a heartbeat anymore, and I wasn’t breathing. So yeah, a lot at once.”

“Man, that would be absolutely terrifying.”

“You know, the funny thing was I was more worried about telling my mom than anything else.” She smiled, a look that was especially cute with her cheeks slightly squished from sitting on top of her thighs.

“So how can you talk? I just realized that that… shouldn’t work. Hmm.”

“Magic?” She tried to look down at her legs, which only resulted in her neck stump tilting forward and exposing her neck separation even more. “Hey, do you mind if I wash my feet off? That cologne is all over me, and although it’s a good smell it’s a little overwhelming.”

“Oh, sure. You can use my bathtub.”

“Sweet, thanks! Want to hold onto me while I take care of it? That way we can still chat.”

“Uh, sure?”

She stood and held her arms out, her head resting in her hands. “Careful, I’m a little heavier than you’d expect.”

I reluctantly reached for her head, trying to keep my cool and be careful while riding the edge of totally freaking out. As she placed her head in my hands, while she was a bit heavier than I expected, I had no problem getting her into position as I sat back down. I turned her to face me, and put my hands around the sides of her head and just behind her jaw, sliding my fingers through her jet black and silky hair.

Her body stood up and walked back to the bathroom, and in a moment she flipped the water on and began to wash the cologne off.

“So how are you walking around right now? I mean, you can’t see what your body is doing. Also how do you balance?”

“I have a sense of where my body is - not quite sight, but I just seem to be able to get around without running into stuff. It could be fun to test it out in a lab someday, but I can’t imagine there are too many scientists who know about my kind.”

While she was speaking, a stray bit of hair flipped down in front of her face and seemed to be irritating her. She tried to blow it out of the way, but with no lungs currently available to do so it resulted in her only making a goofy face at the hair.

I freed one of my hands and carefully slipped the strand back behind her ear, and her face took on a shy expression. “Thanks, I think I’m still getting used to all this.”

“It’s good I moved back then, and I’m in on your whole situation - I’ll help you out when I can.”

“Thank you so much.” She looked back up at me, and I tipped her head upward a little to help her out, inadvertently exposing the underside of her neck’s separation - a sight that although still a little disturbing was something I seemed to be rapidly getting acclimated to.

She continued, “You know, I really missed you. I always wondered what would have happened if we hadn’t moved apart, and grew up together instead.”

“Well, we have a lot of time to make up, so we’ll have to get started now.”

Her face blushed, and her shy expression returned, reflecting her more-or-less helpless state while sitting in my lap. “Um, could we start with a kiss?”

I lifted her head up to mine, and carefully brought her closer for our lips to meet. She kissed me nervously at first, then enthusiastically, and in a moment we were aggressively making out. Her slightly cool skin contrasted with an internal heat that was evident when her tongue slid into my mouth, as our make-out session escalated.

Although she didn’t need to breathe, after a while I had to take a moment to catch my breath. “Wow, I definitely missed out on that.”

“Sounds like we have a lot to catch up on.” She smiled at me, and stuck the tip of her tongue out at me. “How about round two?”

I brought her in again, turning her head to the side a bit to let us kiss even deeper. Our tongues fought for territory, and hers seemed to be quite a bit longer than mine - snaking its way deep into my mouth as we made out aggressively.

As I pulled her away for a moment to take another breath, I heard the footsteps of her body approaching behind me. She sauntered over to me and took back her head, asking me “Would you like to show me the bedroom?”

I immediately stood up and grabbed her free hand as she tucked her head under her arm. She set her head on the nightstand, and asked “Could you help me get undressed? This outfit is a little complicated.”

I took a couple steps, closing the gap between us, and she reached out to hug me. I wrapped her up in a big hug, and bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. Although her separation point at her neck was still a little concerning, I started to feel that it only seemed to add to her uniqueness. Also making out with her was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, so I may have been thinking with my dick at this point.

She took a small step back and began to undo the straps that joined her choker to her top, and once I saw how it worked, I helped her with the other side. She tossed the collar to the side, and quickly removed her outer mesh shirt netting.. thing, as I removed my shirt.

“Oh, I like what I’m seeing!” She smiled from her spot on the nightstand, as she took off her pants, kicking them over to the same rapidly-growing pile of our clothes. As she quickly pulled her sports bra up and over her shoulders, not needing to try to fit her head through the neck hole, I realized how much compression the garment was really providing. Her already generous chest seemed to grow a few sizes as the elastic top’s pressure was removed, and she noticed me noticing her.

“I really need to get a new one of those - my whole ‘magic second puberty’ thing added at least a couple cup sizes…”

“I can’t complain from over here, you look great!”

“Well yeah, try lugging these things around all day.” Her body took a step over to me, and she grabbed onto the waistband of my jeans. “Alright big guy, time to get these off.”

She deftly unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down, along with my boxer shorts, then pushed me back into the bed. She pulled the last of my clothing from around my ankles, then tossed the lot into the general direction of the other clothes.

Having mushed me out of her view, her head attempted to turn to see us - but couldn’t quite rotate far enough. I reached over to the nightstand and turned her head. “Looks like you could use a little better view.”

“Oh wow, I like what I see.” She crawled into bed with me as I moved over to give her space. She took hold of my cock, gently stroking me to fullness.

After a few more strokes, she said “Want to try something new? Well, new unless you were dating any Dullahans before me. Probably not.”

“I’m with you all the way, and I’m curious. Let’s do it.”

“Yes! One sec.” She reached over and grabbed her head from the nightstand, much more roughly than I expected. She kneeled between my legs, and quickly gathered up her long black hair into a ponytail -  using a previously unnoticed hair tie from her wrist to tie it up.

“That’s how you know I’m serious.” She smiled at me as she brought her head down to my cock, taking a big lick upward and around to the tip. When she reached the head, she opened her mouth wide and lowered herself back down, taking most of me in one smooth motion without stopping.

She began to pump her head up and down, gripping tightly onto her ponytail and the top of her head. As she did so, she rotated her head around a bit with each thrust, gradually managing to turn her head 180 degrees. With the bit of neck on the underside of her head exposed to me, she pushed herself down a little bit harder, and I saw the tip and a couple inches of my cock poke out from the center of her throat - certainly something new..

On the next stroke she spun herself around again to face me, and winked at me. Between the rotation, suction, warmth, and bizarre but impressive display I feel myself getting close to the edge. “Oh shit Blair, I’m getting close!”

She pulled her head off of me, licked her lips, and said “Not just yet mister, I want to try one more thing - I think you’ll love it.”

“Oh really? I’m down for whatever your head comes up with.”

“Ok, I’ve only thought about this in theory, but here goes nothing. On your knees.”

I got up and into position, and she scooted up to me with her head in her hands. “The first part is sort of the opposite of what we were doing.” She flipped her head around, neck facing toward me and her eyes facing down. “Ok, grab my ponytail.”

I did so, and she reached around with one hand to the cut surface of the bit of neck on her head side, sticking two fingers into her throat. She slightly spread her fingers apart to stretch the opening a bit, then guided herself onto my cock by feel. As she slid her head farther down, I felt her swallow as she adjusted her neck a little. Looking down at her body I saw the other side of the cut do the same, the muscles in her neck contracting and squeezing automatically.

She quickly managed to impale herself fully on me, about half of my length sticking out of her mouth as she licked and sucked, her long tongue grazing the tip of my cock as she moved her hands away.

Without hesitating she whipped off her panties, threw them somewhere, then turned her body away from me. She moved into the ‘face down ass up position, then reached behind herself with one arm to take hold of the end of my cock. She guided me into contact with her pussy, the tip just touching the outer lips. I took the hint and slowly pushed forward, entering her gradually but forcefully and feeling the intense heat from her insides contrasting with her relatively cool skin.

Once I made my entry, her body gasped as she both felt and saw herself getting fucked from behind. As her face made contact with her own pussy, her tongue went to work as I carefully but relentlessly fucked her through her own head while she ate herself out with enthusiasm. When she wasn’t attacking her clit with her tongue, she snuck it into her vagina and along side my dick, increasing the pressure inside her while stimulating me even more as we both fucked her.

I managed to hold out as long as I could under the circumstances, but eventually I felt myself reaching my limit. “I’m gonna come soon Blair, this is incredible!”

She gave me a thumb’s up, then pushed herself back into me harder, squishing her face into her pussy and driving me deeper into her as my cock let loose, pumping into her as we both came.

I pulled myself out, then slid her head off of my rapidly softening cock. As I withdrew, once the head was past her teeth and she was able to close her mouth, she drew a bit of suction, stimulating me more (maybe a little too much at this point). As I exited the back of her neck it made a little ‘pop’ sound as the suction broke.

I turned her head back around, and she had a cheeky smile. “Well, that was fun, don’t you think?”

“Oh it was way more than fun - that was intense, insane, impossible… amazing.”

She took her head back, and hooked it under her arm as she exited the bed. “And we’re just getting started. How about we get your bathroom unpacking finished up and hop in the shower? It’ll be a lot easier for me to help out now that I don’t have to try to keep my head on straight.”

“I think that sounds great. If it gets too late you’re more than welcome to stay the night.”

“I think I’d like that. I missed you so much.”