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It was, as Cathy predicted, almost every night with Max. Unlike, Cathy, I was able to keep up.

I stocked up on lube. To my joy his favorite was "Lily flavored." By that I mean, he liked my natural taste.

I'm a little embarrassed to tell you that I stocked up on lip balm, too. I don't know about you ladies, but I go through periods, not those periods, but days, sometimes weeks where all I want to do is suck cock.

Of course, Max wasn't stupid; he was amenable. I made it easy for him, "Max, I'm going to practice until your pubic hair tickles my upper lip."

We fucked, too, but like me and cocksucking, Max was a serial pussy eater. "Lily, it's like taking a One-A-Day Vitamin. I have to eat your luscious pussy every day."

Who was I to argue?

By the way, it took me a while, but with lots and lots of practice, Max's pubic hair did tickle my upper lip.

Almost as soon as I saw Max my panties were damp; wet even. I mean when we met for dinner, went to movie or a party, whatever, the first thing Max did was kiss me on the cheek, and whisper in my ear, "Lily, I can't wait to get you home and eat your sweet pussy. It's all I've thought about since the last time I saw you."

We often left parties early or had a quick dinner. Naturally, we skipped dessert. "Lily, I know what I'm having for dessert," he'd whisper when the server left the dessert menu on the table.

"Check please."

We'd been seeing each other for about a month when he stopped at my house and before we got in bed, took a shower. For the first time, I joined him. "I sense you need your back washed," I laughed.

"I don't think you can wash my back on your knees," he pushed me down. Of course, there was no resistance.

I rarely if ever had a good look at his big cock when it was at rest, but now kneeling it front of him, there it was dangling.

Remember, Max was short with a big belly, which made his legs seem even shorter. "Max, oh my, I never saw it like this; you're gorgeous, and so big. You're like a tripod."

It just came out. I started calling him my Tripod Man or just Tripod. This was always in private. I think he reveled in it. It didn't hurt that in bed I might say, "is my Tripod Man ready for Lily's mouth tonight?"

One time Cathy and a few other girlfriends were together for a Friday Happy Hour and I slipped. "I should be going soon; Tripod is waiting for me."

The other girls looked at me. They had no idea what I was talking about. Cathy did, and she was the type of person who just had to say something. "Girls, Lily has been seeing my -ex, Max, and take it from me he's built like a tripod."

There were "ooohs" and "aaaahs," all around the table.

I blushed.

"No wonder you're always in a good mood."

"I knew there was something different about you; you're not wearing any make-up."

"And your eyes are always sparkling."

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