0 comments/ 54302 views/ 2 favorites This Love By: Nimrods Son The longer days of summer seemed to bring a breath of fresh air to the neighborhood, the younger kids playing around the grassy banks well into the evenings while their parents took the time to gossip on street corners, glancing across on the odd occasion when one of the youngsters sounded a little rowdier than usual. It was the time when things looked hopeful, when the bank of flowers that were lovingly tended to by the old man from a few floors above us were in bloom and spirits were high enough in people to believe anything was possible. It was as though the summer had almost magical qualities, certainly enough so people felt happy to leave the sanctuary of their homes and spend more time outside. The weather was as balmy as it ever got, the scant nature of the clothing worn by women with bodies worth showing was the only thing making the maddening heat worth living in, though it wasn’t always the case when having to work in such conditions. The walk down one of the grass banks, almost falling over a child that was chasing a ball along the way, was a slightly hurried one, due mainly to my eagerness to get into the shade of the tower block I was heading for. Assuming that, as was usually the case, the elevator wasn’t working, I made my way up the stairs that began right alongside the sidewalk, sharing the same lack of security that the elevator endured, allowing all and sundry access right up to any resident’s front door. Edging past the people that'd sat chatting on the cool stone that made up the first flight of stairs, recognizable only in that I’d seen them around, as they kept just enough of an eye on their kids, I doubled back on myself as the steps took me higher. I dragged a couple of bags of shopping up to the fifth floor, swinging open the glass door to the central area with my elbow, before wandering through into the vestibule housing the four apartments that made up the floor, just as the elevator stopped a few feet away from me. I forced a smile, my muscles too tired from the heat to obey freely, as Theresa stepped out from behind the sliding doors, fishing inside her handbag for her keys. Looking as bothered as I felt, her company uniform in a state that defied the reality of it being pristine that morning, she jumped as she looked up, seeing me stood there before her. “Good god,” She gasped, “you frightened the bloody life out of me!” “Well, if there’s enough left in you to get this door open, I’ll try not to make a habit of it…” I replied, the smile coming readily now. “I can just about manage that, though I think the dishes will be enough of a problem later that I should get someone else to do them…” “If that’s what you want to tell yourself, that’s fine. I hear the reality of old age can be scary…” Almost breaking into a jog as I shot through the door she’d held open for me, I was just out of range before she could dish out a clip round the ear for being cheeky, something that’d always been the case as she’d never been up to much in the disciplining kids line of things, at least not since I’d known her. I turned back around to see her shaking her head at me, shutting the door behind us with a half smile on her lips. “What are you saying to my wife?” I turned to answer the question, knowing instantly where the owner of the voice would be sat, but only guessing at how much whiskey would be left in the bottle in front of him. “Nothing worth repeating, father.” I replied, feeling the energy drain from my mood. “Yeah, I’ll bet…” He mumbled, making sure his voice was just loud enough for me to catch both his words and the tone. Dropping off the bags in the kitchen, telling myself I’d unpack them later, I made my way out onto the balcony, its white stone matching that of the steps that brought me home, taking my tie off completely and shoving it in my pocket as I ducked under the washing that'd been left drying out on the line. I pulled across the plastic garden chair from the corner and sat close enough to the barrier between a painful landing on the street below and myself, to put my feet up as I sank back into the chair. Right on time, the roar of an aircraft flew high overhead, far enough up that the markings could barely be seen with the naked eye. The early evening take-offs from the airport always fought it out with the sounds of the rush hour, its backlog of traffic slowly worming their way from the city to the smarter suburbs, as I tried to relax the tension in my mind that had appeared almost as soon as I got in. “Rush hour? Shouldn’t that be rush hours these days?” I thought, watching the jet disappear behind another of the dozen or so tower blocks nearby, streaking away to climes both foreign and exciting. A third sound joined the melee, interrupting my musing as I listened properly to try and hear the voice and the words it carried. The person down on the street below seemed to be shouting up, either to or for someone, making me guess they didn’t want anyone from the sixteenth floor at least. There was something familiar about the way he sounded, in particular the insults he called out, when one distinct comment got me out of the chair to look. “Quit loungin' around and say hello, ya bastard!” “Mickey?” I uttered as I looked over the balcony, seeing the grinning face of Michael Smith staring back at me. “In the flesh.” He said, answering what I thought was a rhetorical question. “There’s a beer in this bag that’s just dying to meet you…” Ignoring the whining from the owner of the half-empty bottle, I made my way out and down the stairs to find Mickey stood waiting there at the bottom. After sharing a manly, backslapping hug, we wandered the short trip over to the children’s playground, to where we used to play ourselves, back before it fell into its current, dilapidated, condition. The months had dragged by since I’d last seen him, the call of further education had beckoned him to pastures new, limiting the times he could return to the old neighborhood, though it was hard to imagine why anyone would want to. For as close to the city as the place may be, the gulf between the two seemed insurmountable to those of us who hadn’t already got out. He spoke of campus life, trying hard to not paint too rosy a picture of his scholastic adventures as we made headway into the beer he’d brought, the price tags suggesting they were picked up from the store down the road. Despite my best efforts to lead the conversation from that exact topic, the subject eventually came around to my exploits, with him wanting to know how life in “the real world” was treating me. Not really wanting to see the disappointment on his face as I told him about the bland existence of this working male, the intimacies of retail quite lacking in anecdotal fare, I looked over at the people still out and about in the evening sun. A quick overview of my life soon segued into the details of gossip on the people we used to know, as I passed on each piece of information I’d either heard or been told personally, sparing the blushes of none of them as I dropped the rumors in with the facts. Brightening up as I spilled the beans on both friend and foe alike in the spirit of helping him get up to speed, it became all the more obvious as I trailed off slightly, a significant part of my attention being grabbed by the figure making its way across the grass, far enough away to be watched without being noticed. Mickey picked up on my perusing, and didn’t hesitate to comment on it as she slipped out of sight into the block as an elevator swept her up inside. “She still living with her grandma?” He asked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, she is.” “I take it from the way you were drooling, that you’ve still got a thing for her?” “Last I heard, I wasn’t the only one…” I replied, looking at him sidelong. Shrugging off my comment, he drank slowly from his bottle, staring out above the bottom of it at where she’d made her way into the building. With another swig of beer down his throat, he sighed heavily at what I took to be appreciation of the brew before his tone took on a more serious edge. “True, but things change.” “The campus cuties providing enough of a distraction for you?” “Yeah, but that don’t stop a fantasy losing its shine when it becomes real.” I paused, the words seeming to demand further inspection before they were replied to. “For a second there, I thought you were saying you’d slept with her…” He said nothing further as I turned to face him fully, only for him to open another bottle to stick in my hand. Unafraid to look me in the eye, his features cracked up slightly at the look on my face as I stared agog at him, my jaw dropping open in disbelief. The tiny smile on his lips made me think he wasn’t being the slightest bit serious, a point I was more than willing to challenge him on. “Bullshit!” I spluttered, forcing an uneasy laugh. “There’s no way I’m having that one!” “Next time you get a moment alone with her, ask her about her tattoo…” The way he kept a straight face as he spoke was enough for me to know he was telling the truth, the deadpan way he managed to deliver the line serving only to reinforce the message. As the news left me completely off guard, I stared off into space, trying to shake all the questions I wanted to ask him about her from my head, just knowing that the intimate details would be sullied by the thoughts of his having been there to witness them. “How comes I’m only just hearing about it?” I asked, keeping my tone as light as possible. “It was just a one-night thing, just before I went away. Guess I forgot about it, what with all the goings on over there and all.” With the salacious way in which he’d spoken of previous girls he’d been with, I decided these were things I definitely didn’t want to hear, preferring that they be saved for a time when I was happily married a few years down the line, and probably wouldn’t care as much at what was said. The conversation died for a time, as we steadily consumed his purchases, returning a short while later with no more mention of the subject, instead moving on to plans for the future. As I had none of those either, it became another case of listening until he made some for me and we agreed to meet up again in a day or two and head up into the city to paint the town whatever color was the new black that season. Parting company well after the sun had finally set and we were illuminated by the street lamps, he made his way to his parents, ready to do the rounds with the family as both mom and dad gushed with pride. Rolling his eyes at the thought, he told me to call and left me to head back indoors. Hoping the place would be in darkness as the other residents would be asleep through both tiredness and alcohol induced unconsciousness; I trudged up the steps to the inevitable bags of shopping. It was the next evening before we spoke again, the cash-flow situation proving a problem as he explained how he’d spent his last notes on the beers the day before and hadn’t got his hands on any more yet, putting an end to his hopes of us getting out on both that night and any more until further notice. Refusing my suggestion of paying, he said he’d be in touch before the end of the week with some cash so we could party in style. My cynicism at how good a night it’d be was met with reassurances that it would be the best I’d had in ages, and his asking how many times he’d let me down in the past. Having put the phone down straight after that line, he managed to deny me the chance to remind him of the night we had that began with us being chased by a guy and his mate who didn’t appreciate Mickey's attempts to woo his girlfriend, and ended with a taxi ride home from the hospital, the two of which being somehow totally unrelated. His loss was the gain of an all-night Dracula-fest on the television, just Christopher Lee, microwave-able popcorn and me through the early hours. It was Theresa who reminded me as I settled down for the first feature that I still had to take the garbage out. Dashing into the kitchen as she sauntered off to bed, I dived out the front door and into the stairwell, sliding the small bags down the chute provided, to the dumpsters at the bottom of the tower. I was ready to shoot back inside as I heard a groan from behind that was enough to startle me, in spite of my efforts to be prepared for the feast of horror ahead. I turned to see, stood a few steps down from the landing I was on, and staring out the window where the stairs turned back on themselves, a girl whose mess of blonde hair scattered halfway down her back. “Donna?” I asked softly, just loud enough for her to hear me. Half turning to me, I saw the profile of her face through the few strands of hair that usually just framed her features. As she set her red-rimmed eyes on me, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Making her way up the steps toward me, she span and sat down abruptly on the top stair, once again hiding her face from me as she patted the cool floor tiles beside her. Taking the proffered place at her side, I sat there silently, waiting for her to say something. My hands fidgeted nervously as the silence seemed to grow between us, almost enough to be considered comfortable, in spite of the strain my agitation was putting on it. The quiet continued until I realized she wasn’t planning on speaking, simply allowing the odd sniffle to punctuate the still air. Feeling a minor panic build inside, I took the initiative and blurted out as she wiped the end of her nose again with a tissue she’d been holding. “Are you okay?” I asked, the words escaping a little more hurried than I’d have liked. Another pause descended, making me feel somewhat smaller for asking such a daft question. Donna appeared to be taking the time to mull the question over, or at least whether or not to answer me with more than a one-word reply. A weary sigh passed between her lips as she resigned herself to her situation, her shoulders slumping slightly, clearing her throat of the lump inside it. “I’ll be fine,” She said, hopefully, “just a little love-life hiccup…” “I can’t imagine you having trouble in that department.” I stated, looking to the window she had stood at moments earlier. In a second the air between us hardened as I felt her looking at my face, the silhouette of her in the glass before us hiding her expression, as she seemed to search for signs of the meaning behind my words in my features. The brief instant passed as I turned back to her, her own eyes returning to the tissue in her hands, a little smile playing on her lips as she seemed satisfied at my sincerity “In that case,” She began, “you’ll be surprised to hear that my boyfriend phoned me yesterday to break up with me…” “Oh… I’m sorry.” I replied. “I decided to get all pro-active about it and have a night out to forget about him. Didn’t bank on him being out with some new piece on his arm.” Her words broke down as she started to sob gently, leaving me in two minds whether or not to put my arm around her for comfort, wondering if she’d take the gesture the right way. She’d dried her tears again before I could decide on a move to take, looking up to me for confirmation with her eyes now even more shaded by red. “What a bastard, huh?” My mind flashed a word that sprinted to my lips before I could put the thought in check, realizing the second it escaped that I’d got my wires crossed. “Michael…” I mumbled, thinking out loud when all I needed to do was nod. The expression on her face turned to stone as she looked at me as if I’d just pushed her head under the sheets after breaking wind. The thunder of her features infected her voice as she spoke, her eyes staring deep into me. “What’s he got to do with anything?” She asked. “N-nothing,” I stuttered, “just me getting the wrong end of the stick. Sorry.” Her head turned from me, breaking a lock with her eyes that I never wanted to experience again. I saw her look up to the heavens through the stairs above us, more than likely wondering how much worse things were going to get. When her eyes came back down to look at me, the ire in them had subsided, albeit only slightly. “So, he told you about our night together, did he?” She said, sighing. “I can’t say I’m surprised though. Dare I even ask what he said about me?” “Nothing!” I said, her eyebrows rising in scepticism at my protest. “I-I never gave him the chance as it felt too weird. He just mentioned something about tattoos when I thought he was bullshitting me!” She stared at me for a moment, and then softened completely as if to accept my statements. A shiver ran through her body, as though her skin had realized the night was scrubbing away the warmth of the day. Crossing her arms and running her palms over the sleeves of her knitted crop top, she rubbed some life back into her upper arms, forcing me to also acknowledge the nip to the air creeping in. “Listen, do you fancy coming in with me? I’m not getting any warmer and I could use the company.” Without really waiting for a reply, she got up and headed into the landing between the twin elevators, one servicing odd numbered floors, the other even. I followed behind, checking I’d closed the front door properly before making the short trip to her grandma’s apartment next door, and waited as she fumbled with the keys she’d dug out from her small clutch bag. Quietly tip-toeing along the carpeted hallway, I noticed Donna stood at the other end looking at me with mild amusement on her face, shaking her head as she held onto a large coat hook and slipped her high heels off her feet, letting each one drop onto the floor. “You don’t have to sneak around you know.” “What about your grandma?” “At my Aunt Margaret’s ‘til Sunday.” She replied, heading into the bedroom. With her assent, I headed for the bathroom, the reason for the knowing smile on her lips dawning on me as I washed my hands after emptying one too many cans of cheap cola from my system, her stating that the only room I could disturb anyone in was that one. Realizing full well, with the elevator shaft the only thing between our bathrooms, how easily she could’ve heard me jerking myself silly throughout puberty, I saw my cheeks flush red with embarrassment in the mirror at the thought of her listening in. I had waited for the heat in my face to subside before exiting the room, only to feel it threaten to return as I saw her again. That sight gave as much as it took as she had slipped from out of her party outfit into something that was definitely more comfortable. The green silky kimono swept down to her knees, denying the glimpses of her thighs I’d taken earlier, while the material was tied tightly enough to hide the cleavage she’d been displaying. The benefits of her change seemed more erotic than I would’ve thought possible, her swept up hair held in a ponytail, exposing the graceful curve of her long neck, while her bare feet revealed long, delicate toes that enjoyed a careful application of purple varnish to the nails that matched those of her fingers as they carried a cup of coffee over to me. Accepting gratefully, I sat down with her on the sofa, as we left enough room between us to turn and face each other, Donna curling her calves up, resting them half under herself in a way that must have been more comfortable than it looked. “I’d just split up with someone and I’d had a few too many drinks.” She said, blowing on her coffee to cool it slightly before sipping cautiously. “What... now?” I replied, slow to realize what conversation was being carried on. “No, on my night with Michael.” “Oh. Right.” I said, turning my gaze to the bubble floating on the surface of my cup. “He really didn’t tell you?” “No.” “I got the impression that he liked to tell of his conquests…” She said, the bitterness clearer than crystal. This Love I stepped through the front door, dropping my purse on the stairs, and headed for the kitchen to brew some coffee. It had been a long, ugly day. "Hi sweetie. How was your day?" "Ugh. I don't want to talk about it." "That good huh?" Mike said, laughing. "You keep that sarcasm up, and I'll kick your ass. Boyfriend or not." I replied with a smile. "Awww come here. I'm sorry." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a hug. After a moment, I relaxed in his embrace, and realized how tired I was. "If you want that coffee, drink it. I need a nap instead. I'm exhausted." "Okay, I'll do that. I'll wake you up when supper is ready." Mike pushed me away, turned me to face the bedroom, and patted my behind gently. "That sounds like a plan. Thank you." I smiled at him over my shoulder, and headed for the bedroom. I didn't even take off my clothes. I just plopped down, curled up, and was asleep instantly. I started to wake up, but couldn't figure out why I was... my brain was so clouded over. As I struggled through the layers of sleep, I thought I felt hands on me, but couldn't be sure. My eyes flickered open for a second, then shut, then fluttered open again. I stared up into Mike's eyes. "Wake up princess, dinner is on the table." "Mmmm don't want to." I mumbled, closing my eyes, and attempting to roll over. "Shh yes you do, come on.." He pinned my arms to the bed, keeping me from rolling over. I opened one eye and glared at him. Laughing, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Come on. Seriously. You wont be able to sleep tonight if you stay in bed any longer. Now get up." I heaved a sigh, and sat up, coming face to face with him. I stared into Mike's gorgeous green eyes for a few seconds.. Then I glanced down to his mouth and licked my lips... I leaned in, and with my lips just barely hovering over his, I moved my head past his and stood up. His mouth dropped open, and he whirled around to look at me. I grinned, and headed for the kitchen. "Tease!" I heard him yell as I entered the other room. I put on another pot of coffee, so it could brew while we ate. We sat and talked while we ate, and I slowly came back to life. I was still partially dragging once we were done with dinner. I cleared the dishes, and turned on the water to fill the sink, and he stepped up behind me and pushed me gently to the side, saying he'd do them. I'm not one to argue, so I smiled and grabbed my purse so I could balance my checkbook. I sat at the table with my coffee and got my finances in order while he tidied up, in companionable silence. He went to the next room to make some phone calls, and I just sat there, drinking coffee and yawning while I thumbed through the new People magazine. He came back into the room and rolled his eyes. "I've got some bad news." "Oh?" I asked, "What's that?" "Mom and Dad are coming to visit this weekend." He cringed. "Oh. Well. Wont that be splendid?" I said, pasting a fake smile on my face. His mom was the busiest busy body I'd ever met in my life. And we lived in a small town to boot! "Sorry. I tried to talk them out of it, but to no avail." "Don't worry about it. We'll make the best of it. It'll be fine." I gave him a genuine smile that time. "All right..." He was still hesitant. "Come here you." He knelt on the floor in front of my chair, and I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "Stop it. We'll make it fun. I promise. Trust me, okay?" "I know. I just feel bad, the way my Mom is... she's so damn nosy!" "I know that. But we'll hide all the good stuff." I winked at him. Mike laughed, and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're adorable." "I know. Now stop fretting." "I will. I promise." I smiled, and wriggled around in the chair, so that he was in between my legs, then I scooted to the edge of the seat, so he was right up against me. Mike smiled, and tilted his head up, and I went to give him a quick kiss, but his hand came up and he cupped my neck, and I felt his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. I can't deny him anything, so my lips parted, and my tongue welcomed his into the warmth of my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes, and his hand went back to my waist, and he started to stand, so I held tight around his shoulders, and wrapped my legs around his waist, as his hands came down and caught hold of my bottom. He stood up completely, and headed for the bedroom, kissing me all the way. He stopped at the foot of the bed, loosening his grip, so I unhooked my ankles, and let my legs slide down the length of his body, until my feet hit the floor. He pushed me back, resting a knee on the bed, then braced himself with his hands, as I landed on my back on the bed. Together, our mouths still locked, we wriggled and crawled our way up to the center of the bed. Mike laid between my legs, and as he scooted up a little higher, I felt his manhood pressing against the very center of me. I moaned into his mouth, and pressed my hips up, dragging a moan from his throat also. He rocked up against me, and I tore my mouth from his, gasping. He brought his hands up and cupped my face, as my hands came to grasp his wrists, my thumbs sliding slowly at the base of his palms. "I love you, so much." "I love you too." I replied, breathlessly. "Marry me. Please Julie. Let me make you my wife." Tears stung my eyes, and a lump caught in my throat. All I could do was nod. His lips swooped down and captured mine, in the most love-filled kiss I'd ever felt. He leaned back, and started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing each bit of skin that was revealed. He pushed it back over my shoulders, and I lifted up slightly, so he could pull it off my arms. His hands went behind my back and unhooked my bra, and slid the straps down my arms, taking it and the shirt and tossing them onto the floor. Mike bent and caught one of my nipples between his teeth, and I gasped, my hand sliding into his hair at the back of his neck, holding him tightly against my chest. His fingers moved to the waistband of my pants, and as he switched his attention to my other nipple, he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pushed them over my hips as I lifted them up automatically. He got off the bed, and pulled my pants and panties off of me the rest of the way, then removed his own clothes. As his shirt dropped to the floor, I took in the corded muscles of his arms and chest, and my gaze moved to his stomach as he undid his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down, kicking them to the side. I watched his thigh muscles flex as he moved to get back on the bed. My eyes wandered back up and I took in the sight of his cock, in all its hard glory. It wasn't huge, but god, it was thick, and he always filled me completely. He moved his way back up my body, kissing here and there, with his tongue flicking out occasionally as he tasted my skin. He finally rested between my legs again as he kissed my neck, and his hand moved down my side, onto my hip, and then over, in between our bodies, and I felt his fingers gently parting my lips, as he dipped into the sweet wetness of my pussy. I gasped and bit my lip, but he never stopped movement. He slid his fingers up to my clit, making small circles around it, then back down, and finally he slipped a finger inside me, making a 'come hither' motion with it, and I almost screamed. I tipped my head to look at him, and he brought his lips to mine once more, as he withdrew his finger. As his tongue slid against mine, he pressed two fingers inside me, stretching and filling me, and I whimpered into his mouth. He slowly, deliberately withdrew his fingers, almost completely, then slid them back inside as far as he could reach, criss-crossing them, twisting them, making me even wetter, and letting the walls of my pussy prepare for his cock. Finally, unable to take it any longer, I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "Please, Mike.. I need you inside me. All of you.. Please, don't make me wait..." "Yes ma'am... I live to serve....." As he moved his hand and rested it on my hip, I caught sight of his cock.. It was huge and hard, and throbbing, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. I didn't have long to look, because the next thing I felt was that tip pressing between my moistened folds..... And against the entrance of my pussy. I spread my legs even wider, digging my heels into the bed. My hands gripped his shoulders, slid down his back and I finally grabbed his hips, trying to force him inside me. With a groan that may have been a chuckle, he pressed forward slightly, until the head slipped inside. Once braced there, my pussy twitched, adjusting to his size, and he moved his hands to my shoulders, and said, "Put your hands above your head you wicked one." I did, and he pinned them there with one of his hands, effectively holding me down with hardly any effort. His other hand went back to my hip, and he held me steady while he pressed forward, sliding inch after inch of his cock, slowly but surely, deep inside of me. My arm muscles tightened as I tried to get my hands free, but to no avail... he released my hip, and brought his hand up to pin my wrists individually. My back arched and my hips lifted to meet him as he withdrew, and plunged inside me again. The only noise in the room was our labored breathing, and my heartbeat in my ears. He picked up the pace slightly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him hit inside just a little deeper. I tightened my muscles as he withdrew, and loosened them as he re-entered, and if he'd happen to pause while he was buried to the hilt, I'd flutter my muscles around him. A moan tore from his throat as he increased the tempo, and he knew he was about to cum... I kept moving with him, close to orgasm myself, and he realized that. He released one of my wrists, and forced his hand between us, and his thumb hit my clit, rubbing around it almost roughly, but I loved it, and my pussy twitched and convulsed in response. He slammed inside me a few more times, and as he pulled out the last time, he brought his forefinger around to meet his thumb, and as he rammed his cock into me for the last time, he pinched my clit between his fingers. My hips bucked and I screamed, cumming right with him. While spurt after spurt of his seed filled me, my pussy quivered, and milked his cock, wanting, and getting every last drop. He collapsed on top of me, finally releasing me completely, and my arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, cuddling him against me. After a few deep, albeit uneven breaths, he moved and rolled us over, so I was on top of him, with his cock still impaling me completely. We laid there and caught our breath, and I heard him murmur "I love you" against my hair, and felt him kiss the top of my head, just before I fell asleep. ******************************** I awoke the next morning, with a fuzzy brain and a feeling of peace. I rolled onto my back and stretched, yawning. I went to stand, and realized I had sore muscles. Well no wonder, I thought to myself with a grin. I headed for the bathroom. A nice hot bath would make me feel better. I turned the water on, then brushed my teeth, and combed my hair, yawning yet again. Since I was already naked, there was no need to get undressed, and as I leaned back over from getting the towel off the rack, I saw Mike in the mirror, standing behind me. His shoulders and chest were bare, his hair still wet from his shower. He stepped over and turned off the water. "Good morning love." I said sweetly, smiling. "Mmmhmm, a good morning it is," he replied, stepping up behind me. Right up against my back actually. I felt the rough texture of his jeans against my ass, so I knew he at least had pants on. He brushed my hair out of his way, and leaned to kiss my neck and shoulder. "You sure are friendly this morning." Giggling, I tipped my head to the side, giving him better access. "Yep. I'm a friendly guy." So saying, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and slid his hands up my stomach, finally coming up and cupping my breasts. I watched, breathless, through the mirror as his thumbs dragged across my nipples, then watched as he pinched them, and massaged my whole breasts. His lips were moving on my neck and shoulder the whole time, and I looked up, and watched him kissing me. My lips parted, and my mouth felt dry all of a sudden. His eyes caught mine in the mirror, and he stared into them, and I felt his hands move from my breasts, to my stomach, to my hips.... He slid his left hand down, and caught my leg under my knee, bringing it up and resting it on the toilet seat, effectively spreading my legs. I still couldn't tear my gaze from his eyes, but I could feel what he was doing, that was for sure. A new rush of wetness between my legs proved that true. His right hand slid down, and without any warning, or teasing, or preparing, two of his fingers slid between my lips, mercilessly teasing my clit. The longer he did that, the weaker my knees got, and the more I leaned back against him. I could feel his cock straining through his jeans, pressing against my backside, and just as I was about to cum, he stopped, undid his jeans, and just let his cock spring free. He pushed me forward slightly, and rammed his cock inside my pussy, and I swore he was going to tear me in half. He thrust deeply, quickly, and his fingers moved on my clit even faster. I grabbed a hold of the sink with one hand, and the other snaked around behind his head, clutching his neck. I finally broke eye contact, as my lids fluttered shut, and without realizing it, I was moaning continuously. Mike's ragged breathing mixed with it, as his hips slammed against my ass. He pushed me forward, and my forearms hit the sink, bracing me. His fingers left my clit, and he grabbed my hips, slamming into me, pulling me back against him, and when he was just on the verge of cumming, he moved his hand back around, and viciously rubbed my clit, dragging a scream from my throat as I came, and he came right behind me. My pussy clenched and released and quivered and twitched all around him, milking every last drop out of his throbbing cock, once again. He leaned over my back, and kissed my shoulder blades, resting his hands on the edge of the counter. My foot dropped off the toilet seat back to the floor, and I pressed back slightly, locking my knees so I wouldn't collapse. After a few minutes, I felt him move, and he pulled something out of his pocket. A diamond ring. The engagement ring. "Hold your left hand up... I've got something for you." I did as I was told, and he slid the ring onto my finger. As he finally pulled his cock out, and stood up, I stood up too, admiring the ring all the way. I turned and looked at him, then wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I whispered, "My god... I love you so much." "I love you too, my soon to be wife." He kissed me, as if sealing a bargain. "Come, my soon to be husband- Let's take a bath." I smiled wickedly. This Love Is Worth A Fortune (This one's for you, Bri) One day, Emma, a plump fair-skinned young woman, with long light golden brown hair shining in the sun, was out in the field over the hill from her cabin, bent over, picking daisies. She heard a low rumbling of wheels in the distance and as she looked toward the hill, a gypsy caravan rounded the bend on the dusty road and approached. Emma stood and put her hand up to shield her eyes both from the dust these carts were kicking up and the sun that had temporarily blinded her. The first wagon in the caravan pulled to a stop near her. A tall, sturdy man, with a full brown beard and intense, yet kind eyes looked down at her and asked, "Would you like your fortune told, in exchange for some of your lovely flowers?" "Um…okay," she said, hesitantly, unsure of gypsies, but ultimately deciding in the spilt-second debate in her mind to go for it, because she loved the idea of tarot cards and crystal balls. (Not that she truly believed, but she had read about them in books, and had to find out for herself what it was like.) She gathered a nosegay of flowers and reached out as he extended his hand to her and pulled her up into his traveling fortuneteller's quarters, as the rest of the caravan moved ahead and pulled their carts into a circle in the field, making themselves right at home on Emma's property. As she entered the door to his carriage, Emma looked around in awe, as she beheld the beautiful, deep colors of the satin cushions and the velvet curtains. Many ornate posters and statues surrounded the room, giving it an air of mystery. In the center of the room, in the middle of all the floor cushions, sat a low table with a shiny brocade table cloth and a gleaming crystal ball. "Wow," she thought to herself, "one could really be convinced by all this detail and gaudiness." The gypsy led her to the cushion nearest the table, and sat down beside her, rather than across from her, which she found odd, "But a nice personal touch, I guess," she thought. "He's just being friendly." All this time, he was still holding her hand, which had begun to get a little damp. "Hmm," she thought, "just like other parts of me," as she noticed how attractive the bearded gypsy was, after getting a better look at him, protected now from the glare of the sun. He looked into her eyes as if he could see her soul, and she squirmed a bit on her cushion, embarrassed. "Maybe he can see the future. Or just read my mind. Oh, I sure hope not, this could be embarrassing," she thought. He looked at her, and said, "Folks all over the countryside call me the Magnificent Whit. But you can just call me Whit. What's your name?" "Emma," she stammered...lowering her eyelashes shyly, barely able to look away from him, but she didn't want to be rude and stare. "Well, it's very nice to meet you Emma," Whit said. "I will first read your palm, then we will look into the crystal ball." He turned her hand over, cradling hers in his larger, strong palm, and slowly, lightly, traced a finger diagonally across her palm, and said "This is your love line...see this break in the line here? How old are you, Emma?" "Twenty four," she replied. "It looks as if about 3 years ago, you had your heart broken. Is this true?" "Yes...I did," she admitted. "Is he for real? This is scary," she thought to herself. "Right here, however, your love line is strong, and thick, almost as if a smaller second line has joined it," he said, while still tracing the lines of her palm gently with his fingertip. "That means that you will find love very, very soon." Emma looked up at him, noticing his lips and how much she wished to be kissed by them. "Can we look at the crystal ball now?" she said quickly, losing all concentration when talking to him and completely forgetting to ask about her lifeline. "Crystal ball? Yes, we can look at the crystal ball," Whit stammered. It may have been her imagination, but it seemed to Emma that Whit had also lost a bit of concentration as she caught him peering into the lacing of the bodice on her simple peasant dress. "This old dress is getting too small," she thought, "my breasts are nearly falling out of it. Hopefully, in the crystal ball, I'll see myself in some new clothes." Whit reached forward to get the crystal ball, at the exact moment when Emma reached up to adjust her dress, and turning to look, he accidentally knocked the ball off the stand and it went rolling right into Emma's lap. "Oops, it's a good thing I've got plenty of cushioning to break that fall." Laughing, she reached for the crystal ball, but Whit took her hand. He agreed, looking her up and down, fully appreciating the cushioning. He said, "You know, maybe its better this way, to read the crystal ball while it's touching you, we may be able to get a more accurate reading when it's actually picking up the energy from your body." He reached forward with his hands, letting them graze against her thighs as he grasped the ball. She shivered with anticipation, and she was sure he could feel it. He slowly ran his hands over the ball, asking into the universe, "Crystal ball, what does the future hold in store for the lovely Emma?" She looked down, blushing, her breasts forming a frame around the ball from her vantage point, and saw the interior swirling with white fog. The fog circled, then slowly started to clear. Emma saw herself in the crystal sphere, in her present dress "Damn, no new clothes," she thought. "Wait," she leaned over further, looking closer. She could see a man, with a beard, kissing her neck, and her head is thrown back in passion. "I recognize that beard." She looked up at Whit, wide eyed. "I told you that love was in your very near future," he said, as he moved his hand up to her waist. She picked up the crystal ball and set it gently back into it's holder on the table, and took Whit's hand and moved closer to him, now half reclining on the satiny floor cushions "If you can see the future, did you know before you even came over the hill, before you even saw me in my field, that I was the one for you? "Yes," he said, "I've been traveling the countryside to find the girl that looked like the one in my crystal ball future." When we rounded the bend in the road, I saw you from afar, and I knew. After looking for so long, I would have recognized you anywhere. At last, I've found you!" With that, he reached for her face and pulled her closer to him for a kiss that seemed to stop time. The clouds stopped moving, the birds stopped chirping, the sounds of raunchy gypsy songs from around the campfire faded away. Everything stopped but the breath and the heartbeats of these two lovers, united at last. Emma leaned back as Whit continued kissing further down her neck to the very top of her bodice, fulfilling her vision in the ball. Her chest heaving, her fingers trembling, she slowly untied the fraying knot, and with a snap, the string broke and her full breasts came tumbling out of her top. "Oh!" she started, and Whit just smiled, looking at her like a man about to eat dinner after a long day in the fields. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, and began to gently suck, while squeezing and kneading the other breast with his hand. Her nipples were so hard, and he teased them with the flicking of his tongue, eliciting moans of encouragement from Emma. Her hand found its way down to his trousers, where she could feel that they were getting awfully tight as well. Undoing the snap on his striped pants, she gasped as he bit her nipple lightly right when her palm was filled with his manhood. Emma was in for a treat tonight. "This is nothing like the stable boys of my past, she thought, this is a real man—a man that is going to make me a woman," she mused in anticipation. Whit stopped attending to her nipples for a second and Emma moaned as the cool air hit her where she was wet from his saliva. He reached down and took off his pants, followed by his shirt, and she marveled at his body. "He is so beautiful," she thought. "He really is the man of my dreams." She pulled her ruined dress over her head and slipped off her bloomers. The couple stood on their knees on the pile of cushions and he put his arm around her waist, pulling her close. With their bodies pressed up against each other, she could feel the length of his manhood throbbing against her curved belly. "I can't wait to feel that inside of me," she whispered to him, giggling. "You have to wait though," he said, grinning wickedly at her, and pulled her down to the floor. Whit rolled Emma onto her back and parted her thighs, sliding up between her legs to kiss her soft belly. Slowly petting her legs, and reaching under her to squeeze her bottom, he tortuously teased her until she was begging for more. He blew his hot breath onto her, seeing how wet she was. Finally, after ages of torture, or so it seemed to Emma, he leaned forward and kissed her, running his tongue slowly around her, and inside of her, then gradually faster and faster, putting pressure on the center of her womanhood and flooding her body with sensation. Emma stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and feeling full of joy. She sat up, and kissed Whit, tasting her juices on his mouth, relishing her own flavor combined with the sweetness of his kiss. She passionately sucked on his lower lip as they kissed, and slowly started to kiss his cheek, his ear, licking and nibbling on his earlobe, kissing lightly down his neck. Whit moaned in response, and Emma continued her journey downward, pausing to lick his collarbone, nuzzle her cheek against the hair on his chest, and kiss his bellybutton. Whit could feel Emma's hard nipples brush against his thigh as she continued to kiss and lick his body. He reached out to stroke her silky hair, and she continued to torture him just as he had done to her. Aching for her warm, wet lips to be wrapped around his shaft, he arched his back, moving himself closer to her. "Not quite yet." Her tongue bathed his sac, and taking each of his balls, one at a time, she slowly sucked them into her mouth and worked them slowly around with her tongue. She moved up higher, and teasing him with her breath, she blew lightly on the soft skin of the head of his manhood. The tip of her tongue reached out and circled just the head, making Whit moan with appreciation. Emma wrapped her bow shaped lips around him, and bobbed her head forward, taking half of his length into her. She circled around him, using her tongue to caress the rigid underside of him, putting pressure on his most sensitive spot. Whit gasped, as Emma leaned forward, and suddenly had taken all of him deep into her throat. He could feel the heat, the moistness of her mouth wrapped around him and he was getting near the brink of climax. "I don't want you to come yet. I want to feel you inside of me." Not one to argue, Whit complied with a smile. Emma laid down on the cushions on her back, and Whit positioned himself between her legs, aiming his glistening cock toward her juicy hole. Taking one ankle in each hand, he guided her legs straight up in the air, until they were resting against his shoulders. With an encouraging smile, Emma looked at Whit as if to say, "Take me." He leaned forward, putting all of his weight behind the powerful thrust it took to enter her incredibly tight but wet pussy. "Oh!" they gasped in unison, as the initial penetration feeling overtook them. There was a moment of complete stillness as they looked into each other's eyes and felt as if they were finally where they were meant to be. Emma began to grind her hips around in small circles, letting Whit know that it was okay to continue. He pulled out slowly, enjoying the feeling of suction and the tight grip of her body, then thrust back in, to the hilt. They established a rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the fortuneteller's wagon filled with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sound of the lovers' quiet sighs of pleasure. "I'd like to roll you over," Whit told Emma, and he withdrew so she could move. She rolled onto her stomach, and he instructed her to get on her hands and knees. Obeying, she giggled, as he gave her bottom a light spank. Looking down, Whit took the time to appreciate the sight before him. This lovely girl, on her hands and knees, was completely submissive to him, with her plump, creamy ass before him and her wide luscious hips just asking to be gripped. He reached out, softly caressing her skin, petting her back, contemplating what to do with this woman before him. Emma parted her thighs, a bit impatient, as Whit mulled this over. Sensing her urgency, he approached from behind and guided his harder than ever tool towards her slit. Holding on to her hips, he was proven right- they were the perfect handles to give him some leverage. "Do you love being a gypsy's lover? Do you love the feel of my cock inside you?" Emma groaned, out of breath, as she squeezed her muscles, bearing down on Whit, proving to him just how much she loved what he was doing to her. Tightly in her grip, Whit could hardly move, his manhood being massaged now from inside Emma's body. He was speechless. "I want you deeper! Harder!" He pushed forward with all of his might, and Emma could feel his head hitting her cervix, which felt so amazing, she cried out. "Yes! Whit, I'm coming!" she cried as she continued to rhythmically squeeze down on him with her inner walls. Holding on to her hips for dear life, Whit plunged deeper and faster inside of his treasure, his Emma, letting the wave of pleasure wash over him like the tide. Still thrusting lightly, he slowed down and leaned over her, resting his body on her back, kissing her sweat drenched body, feeling the heat of the moment. They collapsed together on the sea of cushions, gasping for breath. After a while of lying there, regaining their strength, Whit and Emma rolled over to look at each other, gazing deep into the other's eyes. "I am so happy that I found you, Emma," Whit said. "We gypsies have been traveling for many years, and I have been so lonely without love in my life. Will you come with me, and be my mystic fortunetelling partner, retelling the story of how we were brought together to the crowds?" Emma thoughtfully pondered this option for her life, as she gently caressed his muscular bottom. "What are you thinking?" Whit asked, dying to know her answer. She looked at him and devilishly grinned. "I'm at my Whit's end." Then she laughed and said, "Of course I will join you, all I have here is my cabin, and I own this land. I will keep my house, and we can come here in the winters, and travel in the warmer months. Together, we will have a home with each other, no matter where it may be- around the campfire or next to the hearth, as long as I am with you, I will be where I am meant to be." Whit breathed a sigh of relief that she said yes, she will be with him. They shared another passionate lover's embrace, kissing for eternity once again. "I don't know about you, Emma, but after all that vigorous fortunetelling, I am very hungry," Whit said, his stomach growling. She laughed and felt the rumble of her own stomach too, and they realized it was now well past dark, and past the dinner hour. They redressed, Emma donning a pair of trousers and a loose fitting shirt of Whit's since her dress with in shreds. The couple emerged from the wagon to the cheers of the band of gypsies still dancing around the fire. "Come join the party!" they yelled. "You must be starving!" With a roar of laughter from the crowd, they blushed and joined the group, spending the rest of their days drinking wine, eating food, making love, and joyfully dancing, celebrating their new-found happiness in each other. Please submit feedback and be sure to vote! Thanks! This Love “He does.” “Yet you stopped him… were you defending my honor, good sir?” The playful tone of her voice began to lift my mood, erasing the thoughts of her being with my best friend and bringing back memories of how we used to hang out when she came home from boarding school, before our discoveries of the opposite sex took us in separate directions. I saw the mischief in her eyes as she placed her cup on the table beside us, falling towards me before I could put mine down and defend myself, by the time I’d managed to do so she’d tickled me enough to want it to stop. “Were you coming to my aid on your trusty steed to rescue this damsel in distress?” She asked loudly, trying to be heard over my protests as I tried to slip my hands under her arms to retaliate. “You don’t need rescuing.” I replied, just about getting the words out. “So there must be another reason why you stopped him from sullying my, almost, good name.” Her tickling was driving me crazy, enough so that I couldn’t help but blurt out the truth. Had my mind not been so distracted by her fingers working at my flanks with an evil efficiency I may have been able to control my tongue. “I was jealous!” I exclaimed. Everything except our pounding hearts stood still as her hands dropped to her sides, her eyes locked with mine as the seconds passed by. I lowered my head to break the gaze, its intensity too much too bear, and saw her slope back to where she’d been sat, her breathing every bit a ragged as mine. Sat in as much disbelief as she was, I reached for my cup and held it close to my mouth, taking little sips as I used it to hide my shame at the way I’d let it slip. “How could you be jealous?” She wondered, her puzzled expression fading as the penny dropped. “Unless you wished you were in his shoes…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at me anew, as though searching her own feelings as much as studying my reaction. Aware of how there was no way I could retract my statement, I racked my brain for a way out, looking deep into the dark liquid by my lips and only raising my eyes as an idea popped in my head. Each time I thought I had an adequate remark, seeing her face managed to wipe it from my mind completely, causing a new search to begin, the cycle only ending when coming clean seemed the sole escape route. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” I spluttered. “Actually, I didn’t mean for it to come out at all, but you were there with your hands and all the tickling…” A frown creased her forehead, though the sound of my nervous babbling was one she was quite familiar with. Opening her mouth as though to speak, I broke in to cut her off, having no wish to hear her let me down, however gently she may have tried to do so. “So anyway… yeah, I thought that’d make you stop with the fingers. But listen right, it’s getting late and I’ve got a date with a vampire and a bag of Butterkist, so…” “Shush.” She said, casting her eyes down to her lap, covering up the patch of skin on her thigh that had become visible. “Yeah, okay. I’d better not keep the Prince of Darkness waiting though, you know how cranky he can get…“ I placed my cup back on the table and inched forward in my seat ready to get up and leave when she leaned in towards me, bringing her face within inches of mine as I pulled back from the edge of the sofa. Feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights, I sat rigidly as she looked down from my eyes to my mouth, following her gaze with her lips as she kissed me softly. Breaking contact, she looked at my face, seeing the shock on my features explain the lack of response. Smiling broadly, she returned her lips to mine, bringing a hand up to my head before letting her fingers run through my hair. Hardly believing what was happening, I ran my hands over the silk covering her skin and wrapped my arms around her, sucking her lower lip gently with my own as the passion in our kisses grew. She slipped a hand in mine and, with a couple of quick kisses, found her feet enough to stand beside the sofa, tugging eagerly for me to get up. Halfway leading me to the door into the hall, she turned and looked me deep in the eyes. Fearful that she was having second thoughts, I entwined my fingers with hers and prayed she’d stick with plan a. “Do you want to? I mean, here’s me dragging you up and you might want to take things slow. Stranger things have been known to happen…” She added, after seeing the look on my face. “More than you’ll probably ever know.” “Sounds intriguing, tell me later.” She said, kissing me again before turning back to her bedroom. “Mm, I sure like the way you kiss…” Feeling my cheeks begin to warm at her approval of my technique, it was as well she was facing away from me as we made our way to her bed or my embarrassment would’ve been even worse. Kneeling on the sheets, Donna pulled me down to join her, letting her hands work their way across my chest and around my waist to my ass, feeling my buttocks through the very denim that hid them from view. I brought my hands up from her thighs, trailing my fingers over her stomach as I parted her robe so the sash fell open, showing the matching chemise that laid under it, cut low enough to expose the top of her cleavage. Watching her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt, her pale skin contrasting with the black cotton, she made her way through each one down to the bottom, sliding her palms back up over the muscles of my abdomen up to my nipples as I slipped her robe off her shoulders, baring the skin for me to let my lips explore. Letting the silk fall down her arms and onto the sheets behind her, she reached to help do likewise with my shirt, tossing it to one side as soon as it lost contact with my skin. The button fly of my pants were pulled open to let her tug them down as far as my knees, leaving me occupied with removing them entirely as she slid what would turn out to be the last item of clothing covering her form, over her head. Naked but for a pair of boxer shorts, I looked across to see she’d laid back on the bed, her head resting softly on the pillow as she draped the chemise over her body. Guaranteed my full attention, she held the hem of the garment between her thumbs and forefingers before slowly tugging it enticingly down over her curves, teasing me wickedly as I waited and watched. Inch by inch she revealed herself to me, the firm flesh of her breasts as the perky state of the nipples generously adorning them served to betray her arousal, her slender waist leading the eyes down over her flat, trim stomach, proudly highlighted by the body bar that pierced her navel. As the garment reached her hips, she whipped it away and dropped it on the floor, baring the last hidden part of herself to the warmth of the room, and to my eager gaze. Her pussy lay on the bed before me, her legs that parted slightly for comfort as they crossed at the ankle, allowing me sight of her mound in all its unshaven glory, the absence of hair allowing full display of her tattoo. Lying close enough to her lips that all but the briefest of panty could hide it, was the image of a dolphin, its pose as though it were leaping from the waves, attempting to reach over her most intimate of places as its nose soared above her clitoris. “Try not to think about it.” She said as my eyes continued to stare at her sex, as though in some sort of trance. “Think about what?” “About certain people, about the past…” “I wasn’t.” I replied, looking her in the eye. “Honest.” “Oh,” She said, her surprise followed swiftly by a frown as she wondered out loud, “so what’s wrong then?” “N-nothing’s wrong. Why would it be?” “I don’t know, you just looked like you’d never seen snatch before.” Saying nothing, I turned my face away from hers slightly, having the misfortune to find myself looking back at her crotch. If my lack of a response wasn’t enough to confirm her suspicion, the way my cheeks began to burn as I thought about the possibilities that were only a few feet away from my touch surely did. From the corner of my eye, I could see her hoist herself up onto her elbows, as though to get a better view. “You mean to tell me you’re a virgin?” She asked, her eyes wide in disbelief, tempered only by the gentle tone of her voice. “Pretty much…” I replied, rather meekly. Expecting some kind of laughter, in spite of how she may have felt about me, or comment about my lack of practical experience, I looked up at her face, ready to take her teasing on the chin. “Oh my god,” She began, “that’s so cute!” Swinging her legs away from me, and back towards the head of the bed, she got back up onto her knees so our bodies faced each other. Leaning toward me, she cupped my face in her hands and peppered my lips with gentle kisses, each and every one serving to soothe my worries and block out all thoughts I had of life outside that room. Her hands slid down my flanks to the waistband of my boxers, her thumbs tucking inside the elastic as she took enough of a hold to drag them down over my hips. The edge of the material caught around my cock, pulling it to near horizontal before it bounced back towards my stomach, accompanied by a burst of the laughter that had endeared her to me, as she eased the burgundy dyed cotton to the middle of my thighs. Not content until she’d helped me out of the shorts, she put them to one side and trailed her fingernails along the back of my calves and thighs until her hands reached my ass, groping each buttock as she inched her body closer to mine, sighing as the stiffness of my cock pressed against her skin and our embrace tightened, my arms wrapping around her to pull her as close as she wanted. Holding each other tightly, we slunk to the side and down onto the bed, our heads just falling short of the pillows. As she rolled onto her back, freeing her arm from under me so she could stroke my chest, she motioned for me to stay on my side, taking hold of my wrist and bringing my fingers across to stroke her cheek as she wriggled gently to ensure her neck rested comfortably on the arm I’d kept behind her. “Do you want me to lead,” She asked, “just ‘til you find your feet?” “S-sure…” “Don’t be nervous, I wanna make this something you’ll never want to forget.” Turning my wrist so the back of my fingers faced her skin, she guided my hand down to her breast, lightly brushing the skin as she swept them down in an arc from her arm to below her nipple. Her free arm reached down between my legs and sought out my cock, gingerly cupping my balls between running a long fingernail along the shaft from the tip down to the base. Leaving my hand to continue its motion, Donna parted her legs and slid her hand over her stomach to her pussy, hiding it from my view as she busied her fingers over its lips, her middle digit sinking slightly as it found its way inside her. Denied the sight of her for the time being, I looked up from my caressing to see her gazing up at me, her face a mix of both innocence and wickedness. As I looked deep into her eyes, my fingers caught across her nipple, the resulting gasp making it something I wanted to do again, properly this time. I ran my index finger over the circle of her nipple before lightly brushing over the erect bud that stood out like a beacon. Flicking back and forth, the look on her face told me of its effect, the way she bit on her bottom lip serving to arouse me every bit as much as my efforts with her nipple were for her. “That’s it,” She said, “go with the flow. And right now, the flow is down here…” Dragging my hand from her breast, she placed my palm down flat over her pussy, leading my middle finger so that it made circles around her clit before she fed it down inside. “Fuck me with that finger.” Working it in and out with the aid of her juices, I took the initiative again, using her wetness to stroke over her clit with my thumb. Feeling her raise her ass up in the air toward my fumbling, I felt a sense of accomplishment as she sighed softly beneath my hand. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked. “Just putting the theory into practice.” I replied. Feeling my confidence grow with each indication of pleasure I saw and heard from her, I remembered the odd things I’d read about sex and techniques in magazines, or heard mentioned by others, and wondered whether now was the time to try some of them out. Deciding to stick with what I’d seen her like so far, I leaned across to kiss her, feeling her receptive enough to my lips as I took a chance and feathered a couple along the side of her neck. Her moans were enough to convince me I’d done the right thing, their sounds like growls as they echoed through her throat with my ear so close. I brought my lips back to her shoulder and down, covering her chest with their caresses as I made my way towards her breasts. “Lie back honey, I want this inside me now.” She said, lightly patting my cock. I complied with her request, slipping my finger out of her as I dragged myself up the bed until my head rested on the pillows. Having just got myself comfortable, I watched as she climbed astride me, her ass hovering over my thighs as she reached down to take hold of my cock. I felt her slick pussy against my tip as she placed it at her hole, the warmth of her body enveloping my length as she slid down along me until we both felt every inch inside. Her gasp crept out as she rested for a moment, as though getting herself acquainted with the new intrusion, before raising her hips back up so only the head remained buried. Taking a light grasp of her waist as she came back down, savoring the feeling of her beneath my fingers as I guided her along my shaft. Watching my cock disappear inside her as she raised herself a little quicker each time, I gazed as though mesmerized by the sight, only looking away as she began to moan softly. Reaching higher up her body, I fondled her breasts as she closed her eyes at the feelings stirring within her. What had started as long strokes along my cock were quickly becoming thrusts as she increased the speed at which she sank onto me, the motion bringing forth the first telling twitch in my balls. I played with her nipples as she bucked above me, flicking both this time as I elicited louder moans from her, the walls of her pussy seeming to tighten against my cock. Her breathing evolved into shallow panting as she pushed down harder onto me, her hands a mixture of signals, one busy rubbing her clit furiously as the other stretched out to my chest, its palm almost wanting to rest against my stomach, but not quite being allowed to reach. “Nipples…” She gasped, “pinch them, hard…” Wrapping my thumb and forefingers around her nipples, I pinched them tightly, their compression pulling them out and away from her breasts as they bounced, unfettered, with every thrust of her body. The moaning that had sounded like music to my ears altered dramatically as her hand abruptly stopped stimulating herself, the sensations inside her breaking forth to throw her body into ecstasy. As her stomach muscles relaxed, the strength from her body evaporated in the aftermath of her orgasm, her upper body slumping forward as she slid her hands under my armpits and snuggled up close. I kept still underneath her as she caught her breath, her panting gradually slowing as my cock remained stiff inside her. “Are you alright?” I asked. “If I get enough of those on a regular basis, I will be.” “I think we can come to some arrangement.” I said, smiling broadly as she lifted her head to look at me. “Glad to hear it,” She replied, between the kisses she was planting on my chest, “now, it’s your turn…” Rising back up to a sitting position, she pulled me up as well, sliding her legs past my hips and wrapping them around my back. With her arms over my shoulders, I placed my hands on her hips, my fingers spreading out towards her ass, and started to work her up and down my cock, concentrating the sensations on the base of my shaft, more than aware through hours of practice how that area always led me to shoot my load, albeit into something a little less organic. Our lips locking in passionate kisses, she bucked her hips back and forth, providing the perfect accompaniment to the way I was lifting her ass. It became my turn to moan as the ache grew in my balls, building like a flood waiting to knock down the dam holding it back. Breaking from the kiss, I pulled her closer and pushed my own body up to meet hers as it came down, feeling the point of no return speed past. “Cum for me baby, fill me with your hot spunk.” She whispered. As if ordered, I felt my cock spasm, the first throb catapulting shots of cum up into her as though they’d never have the chance again and wanted to make the most of the opportunity. Follow up bursts joined the rest as I slowed down the movements around my cock, falling back on to the pillow as I caught my breath, pulling her squealing with me. My pounding heart slowed back down to near normal, followed slowly by my cock as it gradually softened, threatening to stiffen again as she slid herself off and dropped onto the bed beside me. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell she was looking at me, her hand idly caressing my chest in post-coital bliss. “Are you alright?” She asked. “If I can get enough of those on a regular basis, I will be…” I replied, laughing. Playfully slapping my arm, she snuggled up close, resting her head on my chest. I looked toward the window and noticed the first stirrings of dawn force their way through the gap at the top of where the curtains met. We rested together on the bed as the sun rose, the birds waking well before the neighborhood would, Donna letting sleep take her while I kept myself awake, the gentle sounds of her breathing as she slept almost lulling me into joining her. A small moan of discontent at being moved sounded as I slipped myself from under her head as she dreamed, picking up my clothes from the floor before putting on just the ones I’d need to hide my blushes, should anyone see me heading between the two front doors. Letting myself out, I fumbled for my keys and sneaked indoors, heading for where the television still played to itself. Switching it off, I looked around the room as the quiet seemed to amplify the remaining sound, the slightly muffled noise of two people snoring reaching my ears as I stood perfectly still. Chuckling quietly to myself, I let the snores and birdsong fight for who’d be loudest in the room, grabbed the popcorn from the table and walked back out, locking the front door behind me and wandered straight back into the adjacent apartment. Stripping back out of my clothes, I grabbed what sheets I could from the bed and slid back in behind Donna, tucking the covers in around us as one of her hands fell back against my thigh, the happy sigh that followed telling me I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t think of anywhere else they’d rather be.