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Just a Kiss

By: stevie3624



Do you remember last Christmas Eve? Outside my house looked like a post card. The snow was still clean and the air was crystalline. Mom and I were laughing after too much eggnog as we started opening presents. As she unwrapped the last glittering red box, tears suddenly filled her eyes. It was just an iPod she'd been thinking about buying. She hugged me and then kissed me, and then hugged me hard. I thought I heard her sniffle. I knew it wasn't the iPod and I said, "What's wrong mom?"

She said, "It's nothing," and kept holding on. Her body moved against me as the crying became evident. I became uncomfortable. I asked her again why she was crying and she didn't say anything. It wasn't like her not to tell me what was bothering her.

Everybody has at least one story in them. I guess that's where this one began. Mine was a commonplace biography until I was nineteen. Like most, it had its share of the extremes, and an abundance of the boring stuff that happens in between. 

Kids have better and worse relationships with their parents; mine was better. Well with my mom anyway, since my father had died when I was six months old. I always assumed she'd be there for me, to tell me what she thought, and listen to whatever I had to say. It never occurred to me that anything was off limits between us.

It wasn't long after Christmas that her drinking got noticeably heavier and mom seemed to look at me in a way I couldn't read, or didn't want to. I guess, without realizing it, I was looking at her a little differently also, because I began to notice that sometimes she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were quite evident through her tops and I wondered if I just hadn't been observant or she had just started doing it. I decided that it must have been a recent thing because mom was pretty full up there, so I couldn't have missed that.

In a matter of weeks things began to crystallize. It was a Saturday night and we had both gone to bed. I was in a deep sleep when I heard the intercom on my phone ring. I didn't know where I was until I heard her voice. She said in soft slow separate words, "Maybe you should call 911. Then she said, "No, wait..." the phone must have dropped and I rushed to her room. 

I heard her in the bathroom being sick and I knocked and said, "Are you all right mom?"

She said, "I'm okay...I'm okay...go back to bed. I had a bad stomachache, but it passed now. I'm all right honey, just go to bed, I'll see you in the morning."

I was worried and got up at six and went to her room. I opened the door noiselessly and saw her curled in a fetal position with her nightgown hiked up to her panties. I was distracted as I followed the graceful curve from her ankle to the top of her thigh. I remember thinking, 'What nice legs.' I then became aware of how deeply she was sleeping by the sounds of her hard breathing, so I left her to rest. I was glad it was a weekend because she didn't wake until noon. In all the years we were with Carl, she'd never gotten up after seven.

Mom had never re-married, but we did live with Carl from when I was eleven to seventeen. Mom always asked me to get along with him as a favor to her, and for the most part, I did. He wasn't a bad guy, but I never saw him as a dad any more than he saw me as a son. I was just the kid who happened to be there, and the kid she bought things for. In the beginning he said things like, "How many shoes does one kid need," but after he while he didn't say anything and gave mom whatever she wanted. I guess he was getting what he wanted, in addition to the fact that mom kept his house spotless and was a great cook. I never realized how good until I started eating out with my friends.

When I thought about it, I realized that it was after mom had broken it off with Carl that she began to change, and I also realized that the Christmas episode was just one more incident that I could put with a long list of others. Even the anti-depressants she had tried didn't do much to lift her spirits.

So I wasn't as surprised as I could have been by the 'Stomachache' business. When she finally woke up the following day, she said, "Honey, sit down, I have to talk to you."

I looked at her and I could see the anguish in her face and I said, "What's going on mom?"

"I never thought I would tell you this," she said, "but I'm stuck in my head and maybe this will let me out." I had no idea where she was going with all of it. "I couldn't stay with Carl anymore...because..." I never could understand why she was with 'Old Carl,' as I liked to call him to piss him off, except that he paid the bills. 

So I said, "I don't blame you for dropping him mom; I never saw much affection between you anyway. You should have gotten out a long time ago."

She said, "Honey, it's not about Carl, it's about me. You're right that I should have, except that, well, he took care of us and sent you to school." I certainly didn't judge her for that because I knew how difficult life was for her before he came along. 

Here's where the conversation got weird. She said, "But the main reason was how I feel about you."

That didn't compute and my face must have said, "What?" She went on. "I've been unhappy about myself for a long time now...how I feel...how I shouldn't feel...that's why last night I took too many pills." My alarm must have been evident. "Baby don't worry..."she said. "I was wrong...that's why I threw them up before they affected me too much." 

All I said was "MOM?" 

She read what I was thinking and said, " I won't do it again I promise love, just... listen to me...I've always told you everything." She hesitated a moment and said, "I've never been that interested when it came to being physical with men, not with your father, not with Carl, but I feel something I shouldn't when I think about you...when I'm with you..."

Holy Maloney, what was I hearing? After a speechless moment, something struck me. "Mom," I said, "was it satisfying being with Carl...or my father?"

She had no idea what I meant. The first thing she said was, "They were both nice to me most of the time."

I said, "No, mom, I mean personally, you know...sex?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I must have raised my eyebrows when I asked her, "Did they make you come?" I couldn't be any more direct that that, but I had always said to her what I was thinking.

"Uhh, I don't know... I don't think so." 

I said, "Mom did you ever have an orgasm? There are a lot of women out there who never have."

"I guess not, "she said. Mom was always like that; if you asked her a question, she'd answer. Not that I was such an experienced lover, but I realized that she'd only been with two guys and neither of them knew enough to stimulate her clit until she came. 

"Mom, you just haven't met the right guy..."

"I don't think that's it...I can't stop thinking about...us..."

I wasn't ready for that. There I was, a horny nineteen-year old, and a nice looking woman was practically asking me to do...something...and just one little drawback - she was my mother. I loved her more than anyone in the world, but I just never thought of having sex with her. 

Now that's not to say I never thought about her in sexual terms. To be crass, the term I'm thinking of would be 'Tits'. Like I said before, you can't miss seeing that my mother's breasts are full; and I guess big, voluptuous, and all those kinds of words, fit. Her cleavage showed whenever it got the chance. I had no guilt about sneaking peaks whenever I could, but in my head it had nothing to do with having sex with her.

She said, "I shouldn't have told you...but..."

"It's okay mom, I just need to process this, and we have to talk about...maybe you should see someone..." 

"No," she said, "We'll work it out, we always did, didn't we baby?" 

"Sure." I said, but had no idea how. That is until I had one of my crazier notions. In the middle of the night I'm thinking to myself, 'I could give her an orgasm.' I know it sounds ridiculous to tell you that I wasn't really thinking about it sexually, that it was more that the pill business shook me up and I just wanted my mom feel better, but that's what I was thinking at the time.

In my simplistic notion, I figured I'd 'Press the button,' and everything would be all right. I guess I believed it because when the next weekend came, I told mom we should spend Friday night together at home. She thought it was a nice idea. She made a lovely dinner and we finished a bottle wine between us. We watched a video and as she was leaning on me and getting sleepy, I was looped enough to say, "Mom, let me make you come."

She said, "Honey, no, what are you talking about?" 

I said, "I'll show you mom, you can feel better, and then you can move on from all the stuff that's bothering you." I went on like that and she listened as she always did, open, and trusting. I guess I talked long enough for the subject to go from the preposterous to the possible.

We went through lots of questions and once she got to 'Do you really think we should,' the only question not said aloud was 'Your bedroom or mine?' When I took her by the hand I sensed a reluctance to go to mine so I took her to hers. 

It wasn't cold in the room, but she was practically shivering so I raised the heat. She was nervous as hell and as for me, if I didn't know that the pounding was coming from my chest, I would have looked around for a drum. 

We sat on the bed and I held her hand. I didn't take her clothes off. I put my arm around her and kissed her. I didn't dwell on whom I was kissing, and I didn't fantasize about someone else, I just kissed her. It was nice. I did put my hand on her breasts and caressed them because they were so 'there.' Feeling her over the bra and dress did make me wonder what they would feel like bare. 

I told her lie back and she did. She just closed her eyes and opened her legs a bit. She lifted her hips when she felt me taking her panties off. She closed her eyes and waited. As soon as she felt my tongue sliding over the folds of her pussy, she spread her legs wide. I was onto her clit quickly and worked it for about two minutes. My mouth and lips were coated with her moisture. 

Did I really think I wouldn't get turned on? Do you really think Bill Gates is going to send you two hundred dollars every time you forward that stupid e-mail? I guess we can talk ourselves into anything. I was hard long before I pulled my mother's panties down and looked at her pussy. I was hard long before I tasted between her legs. And I was getting harder with every little crying sound she made as I tongued and mouthed that once forbidden place.

I started getting carried away, almost not realizing that it was my mom's pussy I was doing. I sucked the nub between my lips and gave it a firm rubbing with my tongue. Then all in one instant, she stiffened, raised her hips, and came with a scream that shocked the hell out of me. She just didn't know what hit her. She had two handfuls of my hair and was pulling as if that was what was giving her the orgasm. As it subsided I could see that it actually frightened her, and she raised herself, wide eyed and breathing hard. 

I held her and she kept repeating, "OH honey...oh honey..." 

When she relaxed a little, I said, "Was that good mom?" 

She said, "Oh sweetheart, it was unbelievable..." She stroked my hair, "Oh baby, I pulled it so hard, did I hurt you...did I yell too loud?"

I laughed, "It's fine mom, yell as loud as you want. Now relax, and lie back, and this time enjoy it from beginning to end."

She wasn't sure about anything and said, "But...?"

"Relax," I told her, I'm going to make you come again."

She said, "Oh God," and went back to the position with her legs stretched apart.

The second time took her a little longer and she talked throughout, telling me how good it felt to have my tongue and lips and mouth on her. I couldn't help moving on the pole I was lying on as I sucked her. I only stopped long enough to say, "Mom, you have a beautiful pussy." 

She responded with a whimper and I went back to slowly taking her to the crest of orgasm. The tender petals of her vagina opened to the prodding of my tongue. This time, she was more relaxed as I sucked and slathered her clit. She knew more of what to expect, so when she began to peak she said, "It's starting, oh...oh...it's coming baby...yes...yes...aieee..." The scream wasn't quite as loud, but it lasted a lot longer, and this time she was laughing when it was over. I must admit that I did take a certain pride knowing I was the first man to make my mother come.

When she was done she sat up and kissed me, and put her hand on me. I took out my straining cock and she wrapped her fist around the shaft as her tongue played inside my mouth. She looked down at my hardness and said, "Baby, do you want me to...?"

By then I was so turned on, I had no qualms saying what I was thinking, "Yes mom...take me in your mouth."

"Yes baby...yes..." She was already working to get my pants off. I leaned back and she bent over while on her knees on the bed and took my cock back into her hand. She said, "My love..." as she took the head and as much of the shaft as she could into her mouth. 

I reached for her tit and after holding it a while I said, "Take your dress off mom." She lifted it over her head and reached back behind her bra. When her tits hung free, those glorious globes stiffened me even more. She saw how hard I was for her and she looked at me and smiled. She wasn't ashamed, she wasn't proud -she just looked happy. 

As she leaned over to take me back into mouth, I took my mother's bare tit in my hand and I watched her going down on me. As I ran the smooth flesh around in my hand, the tip of her nipple felt thick and rubbery. I said, "You really do have beautiful breasts mom." Then I used the words I was really thinking as I cupped the heavy flesh, "Beautiful tits...beautiful tits...." 

It was strange to be living a fantasy I'd never imagined. The thought, 'Mom is sucking me,' went around in my head and drove me up. As I felt her and she devoured me, I didn't know where to concentrate my thoughts. It hardly mattered because I didn't last much longer than my mother did the first time. I did, however know what to expect. After her mouth slid along my shaft a few more times I said, "Mom...I'm going to come," and pulled back just before the first jet released. 

She was still on her hands and knees on the bed and I pushed my cock forward enough to avoid coming on her face. It hit her left breast. As the next spurt shot out, she put her fist over mine and positioned her mouth over the head. As I came, she sucked and I felt it with the intensity of the first spurt. She kept sucking until I finished, and then kept sucking long after. 

I thought I was done, but it didn't take long for her sucking and hand massage to harden me up. I was just about getting lost in the sensations when I felt myself about to come again. It never happened that quickly before, but that was before my mother's tits were in my hand, and my mother's mouth was on my cock. 

This time I didn't warn her. I only moaned and started to come. I came in my mother's mouth for the second time in ten minutes. She kept sucking and I kept coming. Then after the sweet release, she was in my arms again, her tits were in my chest, I was kissing her eyes and her face as her warm scented flesh pressed along my body. When I saw the smile on her face, I knew that things were not going to be as simple as I originally planned. 

How silly to have thought, 'Just a kiss, just a touch, just a feel, just a lick, just a one-time thing.' I liked it too much; my mother liked it too much. We weren't going to stop. The thought that I wasn't going to have 'Real sex' with my mother had dissolved in the space of thirty minutes. It became an accepted inevitability. Stranger yet, it seemed like the most 'Natural' thing in the world.

Our mouths met and we were lovers. Not just the words I would say to her, but the words I was saying to myself, 'I love this woman, this woman who is my mother.' Before I entered her, before we made love, before we were physically joined, we were lovers.

As I brought my cock to her opening, my mother opened her legs wide and spread her folds with her fingers. As I penetrated her she wrapped her arms around me and her whimpered words were, "My Darling...I've been waiting for you...now you're in me, inside me...yes baby...yes."

It felt good. What words to use? 'So good, very good, wonderfully good, astonishingly good?' Nothing fits except me inside her. Nothing's right but my moving flesh in the grasp of hers. Nothing's true but our loving each other.

The lovemaking itself alternated between athletically fevered, to soft and gentle, and then back again. I pressed into her and she pressed back. The more of me she wanted, the more I gave her. We moved at cross-purposes and then we moved in sync. The rhythm fit the music of the sounds we made to tell each other what we felt. We felt, and we felt, and we felt.

Inside my mother's pussy, I understood a line from a song that seemed meaningless when I first heard it, "Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there." How could anything be better than the love we were making at that moment? My mother pulled me from behind to lift more of herself onto my cock. She let out a long moan, and we stayed locked where I was completely in her depths. 

"Baby...baby...baby..." I knew from the way she said it that she was about to come. I used my hips to spear rapidly into her. I followed the sensations of each inch of me as it slid into her velvet glove. My full length drove up into my mother's pussy until our union was complete. With each stroke she spread herself to take me inside her. The faster I did it, the more intense the buildup felt. That moment, that instant that's like no other, enveloped, and bound us together. The first explosive release brought a joyful "Yesss..." from my mother. "Oh my God, baby...baby...I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

I released into her and with each penetration I knew I'd found the place I would always want to be, inside my mom. I came in her until I couldn't come any more. I know what others would call it, but I call it love. When we were spent and lying side-by-side, I put my hand over my mother's sopping pussy and gently stroked her. 

"Darling boy," she said as she kissed me. I can't believe we're really doing this and how good you make me feel. Is this real baby? Do you love me? Is it really happening?"

"Yes mom," I told her. "I love you and it's happening, we're happening. I don't know how, but we're here." I held her warm body tight in my arms, and as we drifted off sleep, it filled my heart that I would wake to all the possibilities of mom and me. 

Just a Kiss



"Let's see if we can kiss".

She said it in a way that I can't easily describe. Not playful. Not sexual. But also not just "businesslike" or "matter of fact". It was somehow in between all of those. Interested in a naughty way. But no naughty twinkle in her eye. Not clinical, but truly a question: "Let's see if we can kiss" - meaning "Let's take the next step. Step over a line. And see if you like my kiss and I like yours - to see if we want to continue - or not."

*****

We met via Tinder. The app on smartphones that lets people view "persons of possible interest" and instantaneously "swipe left" to dismiss them or "swipe right" to indicate interest. 

Yes, it's been argued that the app is vapid and too dependent on pure appearance, but I had been looking for company from the opposite sex (as is my preference) and had found lots of other "match" websites which all seemed to be filled only with women who were looking for their Prince Charming. Their "One True Love Forever" - despite the fact that most of them had never had a relationship which lasted more than a few years - and broke up over differences in sexual appetite. Nevermind that, they were all still believing the Cinderella story that they would find their Soulmate: the man who desperately wanted them - and only them - forever and ever - but who was vibrant and active and not at all boring. And they definitely actively rejected any "player" - any man just looking for (dramatic music to emphasize the awful word) "a hook-up".

So I had loaded Tinder because it explicitly used GPS locations to help people find people who were geographically close by - with the implication (at least to me) that the intention was ... hook-ups. Right now.

Despite my impressions, I found that the majority of Tinder-ladies were still looking for their "OTLF" (One True Love Forever) and politely, but firmly, discarded me once they found out that I was interested in just some non-committed fun. That means that they liked how I looked - they had "swiped right" on my photos, but hadn't read my description which clearly stated that I was NOT available for any kind of relationship - long-term or otherwise. I was always honest in my communications, so found myself with a growing pile of potential partners who had discarded me.

With a couple of weeks of discards in my Tinder box, I was about to give up and conclude that my understanding of Tinder was wrong.

But.

Then I "matched" with Kimberly.

She was almost exactly the same age as me - which I counted as a positive: someone who had a better chance of having shared some of my life experiences - giving us some common ground, but she also had a free spirit aura to her which was very-much NOT my life experience - so there seemed to be valuable room to cross-pollinate.

Given my experience on Tinder, my first contact made it clear that I was not looking for a LIFE PARTNER and I was quite surprised - and pleased - to find her very understanding and accepting. Not a furtive, smirking, acceptance, but what I think I'd been looking for: someone who could enjoy naughty / sensual company for its own sake.

We texted for a bit to get an initial feel, then she texted me her phone number. Gee! Somebody in the world still actually talks on the phone! Quel surprise!

I clumsily figured out how to use my phone - as a phone - and called.

I clearly didn't know what to expect. Perhaps someone to berate me for being vapid. Perhaps someone flaky and Fatal Attraction. From her photos, she looked vaguely foreign. Attractive without being the next supermodel - and slightly exotic - so I expected an accent. French maybe. Or Slavic.

She answered immediately with a comfortable, unaccented "hi". One word, but it made me feel real and happy and comfortable.

We talked for almost an hour. Two total strangers comparing notes on life, attitudes, pets, pet care, herbal remedies, the importance of kissing, and nothing-at-all. It was comfortable and easy. Not "trying to make conversation" - just easily talking. And with no hope or expectation of anything but a conversation that night.

As the hour passed, she finally said that she needed to get to bed, so she needed to go. I assured her that I wouldn't contact her: wouldn't bother her - that I wanted to "see" her again, but that if she wanted to see me, that she would have to contact me.

And we smiled, and hung up the phone, and I smiled again. And just sat for awhile doing nothing but gently smiling.

*****

A week went by. I wasn't surprised that I hadn't heard from her. Everybody is busy. Everybody has things that they must do. I was hoping that I was something that Kimberly wanted to do. But I waited.

Until the weekend. Until I had a weekend with pretty-much nothing on my calendar. And I thought of her, so I sent a text. Just one line: "I know I promised not to contact you, but I'm free and if you are, too, please consider spending some time with me".

She texted back immediately and said: "Let's meet. Right now."

My jaw dropped - though it was what I'd been hoping for - and she sent her phone number again, so I called and again heard her voice. Her "like a warm kitten on your lap" comfortable voice. And she specified a Starbux to meet at. In one hour.

I raced thru trying to prepare, but didn't have time to do much other than race out of the house and put the meeting address in GPS - realizing that I was NOT dressed to impress: wearing a hoodie sweatshirt (at least I had the hood down) and cargo pants "topped" with sneakers. As I drove, I berated myself for not dressing up, but then told myself "I need to be myself. If that doesn't work, then this isn't going to work anyway."

And I thought about how I shouldn't think about "what I was going to do when I met her" since I'd probably overthink it and it would go badly.

And then I thought about "what I was going to do when I met her". Sigh. OCD is an ugly thing sometimes.

*****

Traffic cooperated and I pulled into the parking lot exactly on time, then my phone "dinged" and I had to deal with a couple of emails and alerts - figuring that I didn't want anything eating at my brain when I met her.

About 2 minutes after our agreed meeting time, I slid out of my car and considered how to make my entrance, but then just looked up and recognized her - sitting in her car - listening to the radio. I walked toward her and smiled as she looked up and recognized me - and all of my plans for "how to meet" just got replaced with reality.

No big drama. Just smiles and small talk. 

I held the door for her to get out of her car - then to enter the Starbux, and we quickly fell into a comfortable conversation as we ordered and received our tea and cakes, then selected a table and sat.

I'm not a Starbux person, so I burned my tongue on the HOT tea, and she instructed me on how to take the 2 cups apart and pour a little of one into the other so that it could cool - while keeping the main supply hot.

And we instantly just fell into conversation. About her sexual partners. About the G-spot. About being our age and discovering hair growing in surprising places. Just instantly comfortable talking about "things that are excluded from polite conversation" as well as topics that one would expect to have with a total stranger. There was just no pretense. No furtive concern. 

Yes, there was the delicious feel of excitement. Of first-contact. Of naughty. But not in a way that indicated that either of us should care at all - about what anybody else thought of us. Just a wonderful, comfortable easiness as we sipped our tea and enjoyed our crumpets.

The conversation ranged. No subject was off limits. No subject too banal to include. Just enjoying the interaction. And tea.

And then, just as I took a big bite of my cinnamon cake, without any drama, she seemed to decide something and simply stated:

"Let's see if we can kiss".

Our conversation on the phone had highlighted that she was particularly fond of kissing, so I had somewhat anticipated it - but was following her lead and wasn't expecting it *then*.

I struggled a bit with my mouthful of cake - and looked back at her - wondering if she meant "right here in Starbux, right now", and prepared myself to lean across the table to chastely kiss her cheek - maintaining my position as "not a knuckle-dragging stereotypical male".

But she matter-of-factly suggested that we each take another good sip of tea, then pulled out a lipstick-sized breath-spray, spritzed her mouth a couple of times, and offered it to me - adding "It's essential oils. Give yourself 3 or 4 good spritzes, then go to the restroom to spit, if you like".

I did - wondering if it was just a ploy to allow her to dash out the door while I was busy.

But the spray was pleasant.

I didn't fall asleep - or dead.

And when I returned, she was there at the table, waiting for me.

She excused herself to the Ladies, and upon returning, asked if I had any Chapstick.

This woman really took her kissing seriously!

I admitted that I wasn't carrying any Chapstick, as she pulled another phial from her purse and elegantly applied an "essential oil" lip balm. She apparently decided that I would just have to be experienced without the Chapstick. Quel domage.

I still was entirely unsure of her plan, but was ready and willing to follow her lead and do a full oral interaction with her with all of Starbux watching if that's what she wanted.

But she collected her things, waited for me to clear our table, and lead me out the front door - and to my car.

I held the door for her, then got into my side.

Looked in her eyes and began to lean in.

Was this really going to happen?

She put her hand on my chest, pulled my glasses out of my hoodie neckline and put them carefully out of the way.

Carefully put the arm rests up - out of the way.

And surveyed the setup, apparently deciding that she was ready.

And, just like that, she leaned, I leaned, and our lips met.

Oh. My. How amazing. How beautiful. How soft. How firm. How long it had been since I just *kissed* someone for the purpose of kissing them. Not to peck and "get on to sex". Not to "kiss ByeI'llSeeYouTonight". But kissing for the purpose of kissing. Oh, God, KISSING.

I was vaguely aware that she grabbed both of my hands with hers and firmly guided them: one to her knee. One to my chest. Silently, to me, confirming that we were to KISS. Not to grope and distract ourselves with the rest of our beings. But to focus on THE KISS.

It was just timeless and beautiful and amazing.

Just our lips touching, parting, and touching again.

I involuntarily mewed - just a tiny expression of happiness.

Inevitably, my mouth opened just a bit - and each time, she pulled back just enough to be clear that "this kiss does not do that". Never breaking the mood or the atmosphere. Just helping me focus on how her lips felt on mine. Not a Hollywood-porno oral exploration. But a *kiss*. Lips to lips. Flexing and yielding. Noses periodically switching sides. Eyes fluttering from time to time to verify that the world still did exist, then plunging closed again to just marvel at the amazing, beautiful, chaste, pristine, erotic, soft, firm, lips-to-lips kissing.

And it just went on. And on.

She pulled back and, purely factually, advised me that my mustache was a bit too long: that it was poking her. I made a mental note to trim it, then she leaned back in and re-established our connection.

I gently repositioned our one pair of hands - to be directly over my heart - so that she might feel it beating.

The other hand, she released and I slid up her arm - being careful to avoid her chest: not wanting to sully this kiss - this chaste kiss - and up her neck to her hair - very-gently holding the back of her head. Opening our eyes to pull back for a moment and look into each others' eyes, then rejoining to continue.

Eventually kissing down her cheek to her neck - just landing little butterflies there before returning to her lips.

Marveling at just how long a *kiss* can continue to find newness.

She pulled back, looked at me with no hurry implied and asked: "Are you nervous?" 

I thought a moment and was thrilled to realize my answer: "No. Not at all. This just feels so right. Are you nervous?" "Well, yes, a little. This is a lot to process."

And we resumed.

Lips to lips to lips to lips.

The world just falling away - not mattering.

Until, finally, I slid my face to the side and rested my cheek against hers.

Just holding. Breathing. Feeling.

We pulled back and just looked at each others' eyes. Glowing. Happy. And evaluating: she was, I think, deciding if I would see her again.

This meeting was over. She quietly informed me that she had to go. That she had only had one hour. We had already spent 90 minutes together.

There was no question of whether this might have been the prelude to "more": it was clear that, in itself, it stood on its own.

There was also no feeling on my part of trying to figure out if I had done enough to warrant another meeting. It didn't matter. This was enough - if nothing more ever occurred between us, it was beautiful and treasured.

She reached out and plucked at my sweatshirt. "Burn this", she said with no malice. No meanness. Just giving helpful advice. "Wear something sexy next time".

We said our goodbye's - 3 times. I finished with the French "a bientot" - meaning "until next time". She responded with "a Dieu" - "with God" - usually equated with "Good bye".

I offered to walk her to her car - 2 spots over - but she just smiled, stepped out, and was gone.



Just a Kiss



Hey all,

This is my very first attempt at posting a story of my very own, even though I've been following this site and reading submissions since around 2007. I don't have an editor so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. Also the story was written in dribs and drabs over 4 weeks so it might have some consistency errors. Its kind of a love story so anyone looking for something quick to get his or her rocks off... sorry, but try read it you might enjoy it. Please feel free to comment but be kind I'm not Dickens or anything. I'm mainly posting this to gauge if I should write more or give up o that hobby.

Cheers, B.

P.S. This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are based on real people etc. Anyways enough from me hope you enjoy.

**

All he could do was stand there, stand there are his heart was ripped from his chest and torn into tiny insignificant pieces that he knew he'd never be able to put back together. At that moment Drew knew that all he had ever known would be changed forever, that all he had hoped and dreamed of would never be. He eventually got the feeling back in his legs, it was a burning sensation, one that told him to run and never look back; but the burn was good he thought. It was better than the bitter emptiness he felt inside. He got home, threw everything he had into bags and whatever else he could find. He wrote a quick note for his parents, he would attach it to the fridge, he thought to himself. They'd find it eventually, when they stopped living their own self obsessed lives and noticed he was gone. By then they'd never find him again. He would never come back, he couldn't, Drew would just have to start over, reinvent himself in a new town with a new life but he could NEVER come back.

**

On a cold and wet New York morning a greyhound bus pulled to a stop outside the bus station. The sun was just beginning to peak through the clouds, providing a soft illumination on what was a dull and miserable day. The passengers rapidly disembarked all in a rush to meet someone or get somewhere, whilst a boy with shaggy black hair and skin the colour of ivory sat in his seat patiently waiting. He had nowhere to be, and nobody was waiting for him. Drew realised that he was almost invisible, just another person in a big bustling city. The tears he'd been silently shedding since he left home 2 days ago had finally subsided leaving him looking dishevelled and exhausted. He thought back to the catalyst that had changed everything for him. The minute his world had ended.

"Hey little buddy, thanks for coming. I have some really important news to tell you..." the words echoed in his head. Drew remembered the look in Liam's eyes. He had always been secretly in love with Liam. They had been the best of friends since they were small. Drew wiped away a stray tear as he thought of the term of endearment Liam had used. Drew wasn't much younger than Liam maybe a year at most. The main reason for the nickname was the huge size difference between the two friends. Drew was petite almost willowy in appearance, where as Liam was this huge muscled football jock. Not that Liam fell into that stereotype, he was kind and friendly and smart. "I asked Jessica to marry me... and she said yes! Can you believe it? I'm so psyched." It wasn't that Drew didn't think that Liam deserved all the happiness he could get, he did. He just couldn't stick around anymore. Not when every day he died a little more inside. He was sure that Liam would have asked him to be the best man, but how could he stand there and watch the man of his dreams marry somebody else, so he ran. He waited until nobody was around, until he could disappear without anyone seeing him. It was the only way to leave no trace for anyone to find him; he needed space and time. Drew knew that eventually they could catch up with him, but even if he could be left alone for a year or two he could begin to rebuild his life.

"I'll be okay, I can start again." Drew whispered to himself, willing himself to stand up and get off that bus. He knew that he could make it. He had everything he needed to succeed. He knew things could only get better, there was no way but up when you hit rock bottom. All he had to do is find a dance company willing to take him, and find a job to support him until that happened. He had saved up enough money and that combined with the trust fund he inherited on his 18th birthday a few months ago would mean he could find someplace to stay. It was just his heart that would never mend, and he had accepted that.

**

The curtain went up again as the whole auditorium ruptured into applause and cheering. The smile on Drew's face was genuine. He had made it. Three years of hard work had finally paid off as he stood centre stage to all the cheering and applause. It was moments like this that allowed him for the briefest of periods to forget. He was fully committed to the present he couldn't think of all that he'd lost. The pain, the love, the longing... all the things he had hidden inside were what allowed him to become a world renowned dancer, but when the lights went off when he got home to his lonely quiet apartment all he could think of was Liam.

"You joining us tonight Drew?" Tony asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I don't think so... I'm beat, maybe next time..." Drew began.

"Come on! You never come out with us. Its closing night, you were amazing, lets go have a few drinks with everybody else at a club and just cut loose. Your always so reserved and to yourself. Just once join us... Please?"

Drew was taken aback, he didn't think he was that bad. "Fine! As long as you quit nagging" he smiled

They headed out of the changing rooms and out the back exit. Tony yelled to the group congregated outside "He guys, look who I managed to convince to come!"

Drew playfully shoved Tony as everyone mock bowed and applauded Drew, "Alright, alright... so where we headed?"

Tony shook his head smiling with a cunning gleam in his eye "Nope, not telling, you'll find out soon enough." With that the crowd slowly started heading out in groups Drew joining Tony, Kevin and Melissa.

Kevin and Melissa were the lovebirds of the company, they'd fallen in love in their junior year of high school and had been together ever since. Kevin was an accountant that worked for the dance company, whilst Melissa was a dancer. They were fortunate to work for the same company and were glad that things had worked out the way they had. Melissa being the mother hen she was constantly mothered Drew and quickly became one of his closest friends. Drew was pulled out of his reverie as the car engine cut off. He peered out of the window seeing the neon lights of the club Pulse just down the road. Pulse was probably the hottest gay club in town at the moment. It was a place where all the hot and happening liked to hang out.

"Wow, we'll never get in..." Drew exclaimed once he caught sight of the exponentially long queue.

"Don't worry, we're on the guest list." Tony explained

"And just how did you manage to do that?" Drew asked incredulously

"It's one of the perks of hooking up with the manager... remember that guy I was telling you about last month, well it just so happens that he is the manager." Tony smirked.

They all headed to the front of the line Drew feeling a little embarrassed by the bitter remarks of those waiting in the line. Once at the front the grandiose entrance Tony walked up to the bouncer whispered to him, he turned around grinning as the velvet rope lifted allowing them access to the club.

**

Pulse certainly lived up to the reputation, the atmosphere inside was electric, the deco was classy and chic, and the music was fantastic. It was exactly what Drew had been missing but didn't know. He was so enclosed in his misery he was missing out on so much, but not tonight, tonight he would cut loose like never before.

The drinks flowed in a continuous stream from the countless shots to Drew's drink of choice vodka and coke. He was really having a fantastic time, and the selection of men to look at was divine.

"Lets dance!" he encouraged the group.

"Can you even dance to this music?" Nick joked.

Drew just stalked off towards the dance floor like he owned the room, throwing a smirk over his shoulder. If he could see himself he would have been glued to himself like almost every other person in the building, it was graceful, seductive, sensual and a little bit intimidating. By the time he reached the dance floor Dance Again started playing, he just spun on the spot and suddenly his body came alive gyrating and swivelling his hips in a hypnotizing motion. He looked back towards the booth where everyone was sitting, staring... Nick's mouth was gaping open; others were in similar predicaments all shocked that the uptight lead dancer could dance like that.

Once Drew hit the floor he didn't leave for almost 2 hours, everything was a blur of various dance partners all trying to hold his attention, all mesmerized by Drew.

As the song Sure Thing started up Drew started walking off the floor when a solid chest pressed up against him, his body responded on autopilot grinding his hips against his latest partner. As he stretched his arm behind him to caress his latest dance partner's neck they said, "What are you doing?" The voice immediately stilled Drew; the voice was one he could never forget, one that haunted him every night when he lay awake in bed. He froze, and slowly started trembling, Drew felt his face flush and tears start to prickle his eyes.

Just as Drew started to react trying to get away, strong arms grabbed him by his shoulders spinning him around, Drew looked into those eyes for a fraction of a second only to turn away as he tried to push himself away from Liam.

"Liam, what are you doing here?" he croaked

"Now is that any way to greet your oldest and best friend?" Liam accused.

"I...I..."

"Sorry, former best friend, otherwise you wouldn't have left the way you did. Like I never existed or mattered to you. Do you know what it did to me?" he shouted

"Sorry is everything alright? Drew, you okay honey?" Melissa asked having noticed Drew's panicked expression earlier "And who are you holding him like that?"

"Its none of your business, sorry to be rude but this is a private conversation." Liam snapped

"Well seeing as Drew is here with me and I don't know you from Adam I think it's very much my concern!" Melissa retorted beginning to lose her cool.

"Mel it's fine, just give us a second, I'm sure that Liam will say what he needs to say and be gone after. I'll be okay." Drew stammered looking far less certain than he hoped he would.

Mel's did a double take at the mention of the name Liam. Of course she know about Liam, she had goaded Drew about being single for weeks until he had broken down and told her everything. She gave Drew one last sympathetic smile and started to walk away but not before telling him to signal for reinforcement if it was needed.

Finding courage he didn't know he had Drew stopped fighting against Liam, he relaxed enough that Liam loosened his grip on him he took a deep breath and looked up into those jade green eyes "Do you mind letting go? I'm not going anywhere."

Liam hesitated for a second but the intensity in Drew's eyes spoke volumes and he released Drew. "Why did you leave? You didn't even saw goodbye..." Liam whispered

"Look Liam it's complicated, I was stuck in a position that was slowly killing me. I had to get out, and I knew that if I told anyone where I was going or planning on doing sooner or later I'd be dragged back home and be right back in the same position."

"You could have come to me, I've never accused you. I have ALWAYS supported you. I would have helped, been there for you..." Liam accused

"The last time I saw you, you told me you were getting married. I couldn't drag you into this mess with me. I just needed a clean break. I'm happy now and now I know I'll never come back. I've moved on with my life, and so have you!"

"Well your still coming home! Its important!" Liam growled

"I can't we're just about to start rehearsals on the new production, it's a bad time, and I don't know what could be so important that I'd need to drop everything and go home for so 'family reunion'..."

"Your mum and dad we're in a car accident, they're DEAD!" Liam finally snapped.

Drew immediately paled, all the fight left his body as he began to fall to the floor. He was suddenly enveloped in Liam's strong arms, those warm comforting arms. He took a chocking breath as the familiar smells that were Liam's favourite perfume combined with a fragrance that was entirely Liam. All of a sudden Drew felt like he was suffocating on it, he took a deep shuddering breath and passed out.

**

Drew slowly roused from the blackness that had enveloped him; he could hear someone faintly calling his name... "Drew honey... Drew wake up!" his eyes finally began to focused as he looked up into Mel's deeply concerned eyes.

"Mel... What's going on?" Drew began as his shifting eyes finally found Liam and the news finally began to sink in. his breath caught and he let out a strangled cry. Drew started sobbing and didn't object as Liam rushed over to him and lifted him into his arms. He rapped his arms around Liam's neck allowing Liam to carry him out of the club.

Drew faintly heard Liam talking to the others as he was placed in the back of the car; Mel joined him in the back seat. "I have to take him back..." he heard Liam explaining.

"Well we're coming with you. Sorry to be rude but you don't know Drew like we do!" Mel replied.

"Look lady, I've known Drew nearly all my life. I'm sure I know him far better than you ever will!" Liam snapped at Mel's comment.

"Do you even know why he left?" Mel barked... there was a long tense silence in which Drew shuddered thinking Mel would betray his confidence. He began to object stuttering and crying even harder. "Shh honey its okay" Mel whispered before turning back to Liam "You may have known the old Drew, but we were here to pick up the pieces when his world fell apart. We are his family! He needs us and whether you like it or not we're not leaving his side." She finished

"Fine." Liam sighed.

Drew hugged onto Mel and quickly fell asleep.

**

Drew stood in his old room; it was exactly how he left it three years ago. He sighed as he put on his black jacket and fixed his tie in place. The last few days were a blur of family friends paying their condolences and planning the details of his parents' funeral. Drew had never really had the best of relationships with his parents; he was the bi-product of two career driven individuals that had never been around. Still he felt some sort of loss knowing that he was truly and forever alone. He hadn't really been in touch with his parents since he had left, just a few emails, mainly telling them he was alright and wasn't coming home despite their pleading for him to go home. He felt somewhat guilty that he hadn't seen them one more time, but he knew that if he came home he would have had to face Liam, and that was something he never had the courage to do. There was a hesitant knock on the door. "Drew? Everything alright in there?" Mel asked.

"Come in" he replied.

Mel opened the door walking in and smiling tensely at him.

He quickly walked up to her and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Thank you so much. I couldn't have done this without you. I would have never been able to face Liam without you."

"That's alright sweetie. That's what friends are for. Besides, once this is all over we'll go back to New York and you'll never have to see Liam again." She said into his hair.

Drew jerked up as he heard the door slam shut behind Mel. He rushed to open it and peered outside to see Liam walking away. He cringed as he saw Liam rushing towards the stairs and knew that he would have to say something to him before he left. He sighed and rubbed his temples. "Damn it!" he muttered looking at Mel he saw the hurt on her face "I'm sorry, its not your fault. I was just hoping I wouldn't have to speak to him, I don't think I have the strength for it." He explained.

"Its okay, but I really think you should talk to him, try and explain things. I can see that he cares for you. He's been here every moment he could and he looks like he's hurting just as much as you are."

"I know. It's just that I scared that if we're alone together I might do or say something stupid. He has a life, a family. I'm not selfish enough to do anything to spoil that for him. That's part of the reason I decided to leave."

"I'm not going to meddle in your life sweetheart, it's just that it seems to me that you need to get closure in order to move on with your life." Mel couldn't say more than that. She needed Drew to make to his own decisions when it came to Liam, but she needed to nudge him into talking to Liam, there was definitely something going on between the two of them that Drew wouldn't let himself see. "You ready to go?" she asked.

Drew took a deep calming breath and sighed "No, but I think its time."

**

The funeral had been a small affair with a few of his parents' closest friends; Liam and his folks were there, as well as Mel and Kevin. Drew only vaguely realised that Jessica hadn't been there on Liam's arm, but then again Drew and Jessica weren't the best of friends. She had always felt tense around Drew, like she knew about his feelings for Liam, but she had never said anything and Drew thought he kept his feelings pretty well hidden. Anyways there were too many emotions swirling in his head for him to contemplate it for to long.

As the last of the guests left the house Drew realised that Liam was still here and talking to an older gentleman. He walked up to them clearing his throat to get their attention. Liam looked up at Drew with a slightly drawn and weary look on his face.

"Drew, this is Mr Rosenstein. He was your parents' lawyer. He's brought over their will."

"Good afternoon Drew, I'm terribly sorry for your loss, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind getting the formalities out of the way as I am leaving town tomorrow and I know you're planning on heading back for New York as soon as possible."

"Sure," Drew slowly and unenthusiastically walked over to the couch and sat down.

"This is the last will and testament of Pamela and Steven Williams." Mr Rosenstein had then proceeded to read the will. Drew's parents had left everything to him, the house, almost a million dollars and there was also the life insurance money, which meant Drew would never have to worry about his finances again. "There's one last thing," Mr Rosenstein finished "Your parents asked me to give this to you, they explicitly said it was for you and you alone. Thank you for your time, I can show myself out." With that he stood and walked out.

Drew tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he stared at the envelope that had his name written in his mother's handwriting. Tears silently fell down his cheeks.

"Drew..." Liam began hesitantly. "I have to go to work, I know you've been avoiding me and have no desire to speak to me, but there are a few more things I need to say before you leave. I'll be back later." He frowned looking at his hands. "Make sure you're alone." Drew began to object but the sheer desperation and Liam's voice when he said, "this is important." Made Drew's heart clench and all he could do was nod still looking at the letter in his lap. With that Liam got up and left.

**

For the last two hours Drew had sat on the couch staring at the envelope trying to work up the courage to open the letter. Mel and Kevin had let Drew know that they would spend the night at a hotel to give him the space he needed for his conversation with Liam. As they had left Mel had grabbed Drew and hugged him whispering, "You can do this. Just trust yourself and if you need anything all you have to do is call." After which they left Drew to read the letter and face Liam.




Just a Kiss



With a final deep breath for courage Drew tore the seal of the letter pulling out the last thing he would ever hear from his parents.

My Dearest Darling Drew,

I'm hoping that by the time you eventually read this we would have convinced you to come home, and you would know how much we truly love you. If not I am eternally sorry that you felt so neglected and alone that you had to leave. You see both your father and I came from nothing. We were so scared to have a family we could not support or that would not have all the things we didn't growing up. That is why we focused on working so hard, to make sure you would want for nothing. When we finally decided that the time was right we found out that we would probably never be able to have children. Your father and I were devastated we tried everything we could to have that family we had put on hold for so long. We eventually gave up thinking we would never have the family we always wanted; then one day I found out I was pregnant. You were our miracle. You were the greatest accomplishment of our life.

My love for you was so overwhelming that I found it hard to keep you to close else I'd never be able to let you go. I remember the day you were born. When the doctors handed you to me and I placed you on my chest, it changed me forever. You were my sun, my stars, and everything in my world. I know you think we were never around, but I was there. At every game, every recital, every moment of importance in your life. I would sneak in the back and watch you come alive; you were the most beautiful dancer I had ever seen. I remember your school performance of Swan Lake; you were truly magnificent and it stole my breath away. I cried the whole way back to work that people thought that something was wrong.

The day we came home to find out you had run away... I felt like my heart had been ripped from my body. I found your note and somehow before I read it I knew. Your father and I spent the whole night trying to find out where you'd gone. I immediately thought to call Liam, he was your best friend and assumed that he would know where you had gone, so when I heard the panic and despair in his voice I knew he had no clue. He said that he had just seen you and told you that he was getting married. That's when I knew the reason why you left.

My son, we have always known that you were gay, and we were proud of you no matter what. I knew that you were desperately in love with Liam; I saw it in the way you looked at him. Like he is the very air that you breathed. The way you would light up at the mere mention of his name and the way you two were inseparable. I thought that he would come to his senses and realise that he was as madly in love with you as you were with him. If you don't believe me you can always ask him why he didn't marry Jessica or why he's been alone and miserable since the day you left.

We hired a private investigator and tracked you down in New York. I knew from your emails that you couldn't be convinced to come home, but that didn't stop us from coming to every single one of your performances that we could. Anyways if our reading this it means that your father and I are no longer in your life. I hope that the day you do read this your own little family surrounds you; and whilst I secretly hope that Liam is the man at your side, I just hope that you find the happiness that you truly deserve.

Okay before I cry my eyes out writing this your father and I want to wish you happiness in life and all you truly desire. Hopefully you won't be reading this for a long time to come and when you do we will all be together again, but until then we'll be watching over you always and forever.

All our love,

Mum & Dad

P.S. Your father says to tell you that you are everything and more that he could have hoped for in a son and your first performance at the American Ballet theatre was probably the proudest day of his life.

Drew stared at the paper as he began to shake. Pure agony that rose from his very soul left him gasping for air as the tears streamed down his face. If only he'd known, if only they had told him... He cried himself to sleep right there on the couch with the letter clutched tightly to his chest.

**

A knocking at the front door startled Drew awake. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. It was eight thirty in the night; he'd slept all day, and that was probably Liam at the door. He pulled himself to the front door and opened it just as Liam was about to walk down the steps, his shoulders were slumped and he looked completely lost. Drew reached out and touched Liam's shoulder.

"Jesus Christ" Liam jumped like he'd been scorched on the spot Drew had touched. "You scared me" he explained his hand clutching his chest.

"Come in." Drew offered

Liam crossed the threshold into the house with a fierce determination. As he heard the door close he spun on the spot and stared a hole into Drew. "Why did you leave me?" were the first words from his mouth.

Drew sighed; it was the moment of truth, the moment he had been running from the last three years. He knew that nothing good could come of the truth except closure.

"I can't believe you, there I was on possibly the happiest day of my life and then you..." Liam began ranting.

"Because... I was in love with you." Drew admitted.

"Just vanish into the night with not so much a clue to where you were going. I felt so alone and betrayed, like our whole friendship was some kind of joke... You What?" Liam finally registered Drew had said

"I had to leave because I was desperately in love with you. I knew that you could never feel the same and all I ever wanted was your happiness. So I said nothing, even though every minute of every day that I was with you but could never have you was slowly killing me inside."

Liam remained silent.

"You see! This is exactly why I couldn't tell you. You look like you just got slapped in the face, and now when you look at me it'll never be the same."

"Drew..." Liam began

"No, its okay. I've been running from you for the last three years but I've also been haunted by your face every single conscious moment of that time and all I needed was to see the way your looking at me. Like you're in pain. At least now when I do leave I can try and move on knowing that you're not going to try and hunt me down." Drew breathed in, he always knew that he'd someday loose Liam but now he felt lighter than he thought he would. He had gotten the closure he needed.

"Why..." Liam began.

"What? Why didn't I tell you? Well I knew nothing could ever come of it. We weren't destined for each other. I know that now, I was naïve to think that such an unusual and extraordinary as our friendship could be more than what it really was." Drew explained.

"No." Drew flinched at Liam's objection "What I meant to ask is why do you love me?"

"I loved every single detail about you. Even if you weren't the most hansom man I've ever met. You made me laugh with your sarcastic observations about the most mundane things. You have an amazing heart, when you love or care about something you love it with every fibre of your being. I felt it once, not in the way I would of liked, but for the briefest of moments I felt like I was weightless. Like I was floating in the air and your love not only pushed me higher but also kept my feet on the ground. I know it doesn't make sense but you simply stole my breath away. There are millions of reasons that I loved you but I have a feeling you're not really ready to hear them all, perhaps you never will."

"Loved? As in the past?" Liam finally croaked.

"Lets be realistic Liam, I will ALWAYS love you, I actually think I'll probably be pining for you in some way for the rest of my life, but I have to move on. I know that its for the best, you were happy, you'd found Jessica and were about to start a new life with her and I'm sorry it didn't work out, but you'll find love again and then I'll be nothing but a distant memory; someone you once knew."

Drew looked into Liam's jade green eyes knowing it was the end, knowing that he loved Liam so much that he had to let him go, to set him free. "Before you go... There's something I need to do, something that I know I'll never get another chance to do. I just ask that you don't hate me for it," and with that he walked up to Liam and kissed him with every fibre of his being. He put everything he had into the kiss, every ounce of love and emotion he felt for this man.

It started off with Drew's lips barely ghosting over Liam's, as Liam stood frozen in place. Then Liam responded, deepening the kiss and igniting Drew's very soul. As they broke apart and Drew let go of his hold on Liam's he sighed and whispered, "I never imagined it would be as amazing as that. It was the perfect first and last kiss. At least I will never regret not having the courage to do that." He still felt the burn of alcohol on his lips from that kiss; Liam must have been pretty intoxicated to let that kiss happen Drew thought.

"I never married Jessica." Liam admitted. It was barely a whisper, but Drew heard it. "After you left, I felt like I'd lost a part of myself. I had to find you, I realised that I couldn't live without you in my life. I admitted to myself that you were more than just a friend."

"Liam, please don't say that. You don't have to; I don't want you to say something you don't really mean. I'll never be what you want and need."

"Let me finish" Liam hushed Drew. "I fooled myself that it was because you were my best friend, my family; but I felt like I was drowning. I actually felt that way before I met you. Then when I did, you became like a life raft, keeping me afloat. You saved me once and I never really told you how important you were to me. I've lost you once; please don't let it end like this. I don't think I could survive loosing you again." Liam pleaded his eyes shinning with unshed tears "Give me tonight, let me convince you that we do belong to each other..."

"I don't think it's a good idea," Drew paused "your drunk Liam. This isn't what you really want. You're going to wake up in the morning and regret this. Or worse you'll pretend it never happened, and I don't think I can go through that."

Liam grabbed Drew before he could protest further and slammed their lips together. It was like every emotion; anger, sadness, love, only fuelled the passion building between them.

Drew's hands reached up to push Liam away, but his body and heart betrayed him as his hands grabbed Liam's shirt pulling them together. He shuddered as his desire built. 'Stop thinking about it, just give yourself to him for one night, its what you've always wanted' he thought to himself. With that he looked up into Liam's eyes, seeing the sincerity in them he took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Once they got to the bed Liam hesitated "tell me what to do."

"I wouldn't know" Drew blushed "I couldn't give myself to anyone else before you, and after you I didn't want to."

Liam looked up a burning passion in his eyes. A smirk came upon his lips as he laid claim of Drew's mouth again.

Drew reached up slowly unbuttoning Liam's shirt his hands trembling. As the last button slid through the hole he slid his hands up Liam's chest feeling the contours of his abs. His soft tanned skin covered in a light coating of hair. He moaned in delight as his palms slid over Liam's shoulders pushing the shirt of his body. He leaned forward placing soft kisses on Liam's chest and shoulders.

Liam's skin tingled in every inch that Drew placed his lips, his skin felt alive. It seemed to waken an unknown desire to trace ever contour of his Drew's body with his tongue. He stepped back; out of Drew's reach and looked into those soft blue eyes that immediately looked hurt. "Tonight is supposed to be about you," he purred as he reached for the hem of Drew's white shirt ripping it off his body. The buttons flew in every direction and Drew's eyes bulged out in shock; but Liam wasn't paying attention to that. He was staring at the hairless creamy skin of Drew's torso; it was well defined but still looked incredibly soft. He leaned forward and latched on to Drew's nipple as his hands fanned out across Drew's waist.

Drew let out a strangled cry as his hands combed through Liam's soft brown hair. He held Liam's head to his chest as he arched his body against those soft warm lips.

Liam stood and pushed Drew gently onto the bed. As Drew softly bounced on the mattress Liam pounced on him applying the weight of his body on Drew he latched onto his mouth as he slowly ground their hips together. He mentally noted how right this all felt. He slowly pushed his tongue into Drew's mouth tasting the flavours that were uniquely Drew. The taste drove him wild; he could ravish the man underneath him everyday for the rest of their lives. He pushed his straining erection against Drew's and shuddered in ecstasy. He needed more, he pushed up onto his forearms giving Drew one final peck on the lips "tell me what you want baby" he husked.

Drew gasped as he felt Liam grind into him as if to punctuate the question. He quickly rolled them so that Liam was now beneath him "I want you to stay still, I want to taste you and I don't think I can wait any longer" he sighed reaching between their bodies and stroking Liam's promising bulge. Liam moaned as he pushed his hard dick against the hand teasing his erection. Drew bent forward kissing Liam's jaw; he continued the journey down licking and sucking every inch of skin on his path down Liam's body. He stopped to worship Liam's nipples mouthing, licking, and sucking them into stiff peaks. He bit down and gently nibbled Liam's right nipple. Liam gasped and trembled with pleasure.

Drew reached Liam's belly button, which he dipped his tongue into as he quickly unbuttoned Liam's pants and slid the zipper down. Immediately the musky scent of Liam's pre-cum hit his nostrils. It escalated Drew's desire to taste the flavour that had been on his mind for the longest time. He gently tugged Liam's pants and boxer-briefs of in one swift motion eager to claim his prize.

As Liam's pants fell to the floor Drew slowly ran his hands up Liam's legs, marvelling as goose bumps erupted over every inch of skin he touched. He firmly grabbed Liam's long thick shaft pumping it a few times as he leaned forward and tenderly kissed the tip of the mushroom head. He darted his tongue out experimentally tasting the pre-cum forming on the tip. The taste was not what he expected. It wasn't exactly pleasant but at the same time it drove him to take the tip into his mouth and gently suck.

Liam thrashed his head from side to side babbling and moaning incoherently. Drew cherished this power and control he now had as he worked his lips up and down the shaft of Liam's cock using his hand to jack the part the wouldn't fit in his mouth. He was determined to fit Liam's entire monster shaft in his mouth he relaxed as he descended slowly swallowing as the head hit the back of his throat, he focused on Liam's groans of ecstasy and before he knew it his nose hit Liam's soft brown pubes. He then remembered Tony telling him about humming whilst deep-throating, so he began to hum around the shaft that filled his mouth and throat.

Liam shot upward into a sitting as he held onto Drew's head and let out a strangled cry of pleasure. "Oh god, don't stop. Oh god it feels so good. I'm close." He babbled. Taking the warning as a sign Drew stopped. "Why'd you stop? That has to be the best head I've ever gotten. I was so close... please... let me cum."

Drew shook his head. "If we have this one night then I want it to end the way I always imagined. With you inside of me..." he purred.

"What you mean this one night. I'm never going to leave your side again." Liam explained.

Drew turned away towards the drawer partly to get the lube but mostly to hide his frown. He knew tonight was a one time thing. Liam was too drunk and turned on to think rationally. Tomorrow he'd either pretend it never happened or try to talk his way out of it; but Drew would have tonight.

He quickly prepared himself stretching his virgin hole with his fingers. "Can I?" Liam enquired. Drew was a little shocked, he thought that Liam wouldn't watch let alone want to take part; he was straight after all. Drew didn't trust his voice not to betray the emotion he felt, he simply nodded and lay back with his knees braced to his chest.

Liam squeezed and massaged Drew's ass marvelling in the feel of the glorious man beneath him. His fingers traced circles around Drew's anus and watched as Drew shuddered in anticipation. He probed with one finger, which quickly progressed until he had three fingers probing, swirling and stretching the warm velvety flesh surrounding his digits.

Liam wasn't sure how it happened but one moment he lifted his fingers to his mouth to taste Drew's the flavour, the next he dove down licking and eating Drew's ass out. Drew screamed in pleasure and delight as Liam's tongue pushed into his ass. "Liam now, I'm ready, please, I need you inside me. I don't think I can take much more." He grunted his fists clenching into the bedspread to keep him from floating of the bed.

Liam sat up with a grin on his face. "Condoms?" he asked.

"We don't need any... you're my first and I trust you." Drew said as he began to roll onto his stomach.

"No" Liam whispered grabbing his arm "I want to be able to look into your eyes while we make love. I need you to see me entering your body as our bodies become one. I need you to see me claiming your body and soul as mine."

Drew felt his heart contract and tears form in his eyes. This was everything he ever wanted to hear. He knew then and there that this time he might get away but he would be leaving behind his heart. There would never be another man for him in his life and he would gladly give up his life for this one night. He rolled onto his back once more opening himself up to Liam.

Liam leaned down on his forearms hovering slightly above Drew and stared into those crystal blue eyes as he lined his cock up with Drew's eagerly clenching hole. He slowly pushed in staring into those eyes that shone with so much love and trust he almost chocked up on emotion. Once he was fully seated into Drew and felt his balls resting on Drew's he paused letting his full weight on Drew's body and capturing his lips in a scorching kiss.

Drew couldn't believe it. His heart betrayed him as Liam's lips claimed his. He let himself believe this could be forever. He not only felt the fullness of Liam's cock breaching his ass but the fullness in his heart. He felt complete. He felt the bliss that true love really brought and he knew that when the time came he had to let Liam go he could do so knowing what it truly felt like to make love to the one you love. He gyrated his hips causing Liam to shudder in delight. Liam slowly pulled out until just his tip was inside, and then pushed back in setting up a sensual pace.

Liam shifted and his cock brushed against Drew's prostrate. Drew felt like shocks of electricity was passing through him sending waves of pleasure through his body. "There..." he gasped "Do it again" Liam obliged causing Drew to gasp once more.

They slowly and languorously made love as the pleasure built within them. Eventually Drew felt that if he didn't cum soon; the pleasure would drive him insane "Faster" he moaned as Liam sped up... "Harder" he instructed again. "Cum inside me... Mark me as yours" he enticed. Those last words triggered an animalistic cry from Liam; he pumped in and out of Liam with a lightning ferocity, slamming their hips together like his life depended on it.

Drew threw his head back against the mattress screaming in pleasure as his body reached its precipice and he began to cum. His orgasm ripped through his body and his mind went blank as his ass clenched and milked Liam's cock. With a triumphant roar Liam followed Drew over the edge. He dropped on top of Drew his head finding the crook of Drew's neck as he licked and sucked on the soft sweat slicked skin.




Just a Kiss



Drew looked up at the ceiling his chest heaving. He cherished the feel of Liam's body against his. "Liam there's something you should know. I lied... I love you. I always have and I always will. The only thing I could think of when I thought of home was being in your arms." Drew had laid his soul bare. He felt truly naked and venerable.

Liam's cock chose that moment to slip out from inside Drew. He rolled off to the side mimicking Drew's pose looking at the ceiling "Drew, I... I'm..."

"No, don't say it. It wouldn't feel real; I don't want to be a pity fuck or a consolation prize. I just wanted you to know. I love you even if you don't or never will feel the same. Lets just take it one step at a time." Drew tried to hide the lie from his voice. He turned and lay his head on Liam's strong chest wrapping is arm around the love of his life. Quickly falling asleep. Liam sighed to himself and fell asleep as well.

**

Drew took one last look at Liam asleep on his bed as he threw his duffle over his shoulder. He placed a note on the bedside table before quickly sneaking out of the room. He quietly closed the door behind him and let out a deep sigh. He knew that this would be hard but he also knew that this would be for the best. He couldn't continue to live in denial and whilst Liam had said all the right things he couldn't bear to face him this morning. At least he had this one perfect memory to carry with him for the rest of his life. As he walked out the front door and got into the cab he silently wept promising this was the last time he would cry over Liam.

**

Liam turned in his sleep reaching for Drew. When he couldn't find that warm body that had been pressed to his all night he woke up. He immediately scanned the room and when he noticed the white envelope beside the bed he felt a lump form in his throat. He reached for it with shaking hands and with a flash of fear he began to read.

Liam,

I don't even know where to begin to write this. I'm looking at you lying in MY bed asleep and it brings a smile to my face; but at the same time it also brings heaviness to my heart to have to do this.

I love you. If you take nothing else from this please just know that there will never be another love like yours in my lifetime. I have always loved you and I will love you until the last breath leaves my body. Every other event from now on is merely a bonus to the events of last night. Last night when you told me that you needed me to see you claiming my body and soul I almost wept because you've always had them, from as long as I can remember you were all I ever wanted. I also realised how selfish I was being because you could never truly be mine. I have to set you free, I want nothing more than your happiness and by my side you would be settling for less than that.

So I have to leave. I hope that you don't hate me for doing this but I don't think I could have faced you this morning; waiting for you to say that last night was some kind of mistake. Or worse, you wanted more and I wasn't enough. I will always remember the magic of last night and hopefully, even though right now the thought makes me sick, I will find a man to love me that's just like you.

I hope that your dreams in life come true, because last night the last and seemingly most impossible of my dreams came true. For you to look into my eyes with all the love I felt reflected back. You made me feel complete and if only for a brief moment I allowed myself to think that this could be forever; but in the harsh daylight I see that I was fooling myself.

I want you to know that you have done nothing wrong. You've been nothing but yourself and tried to do the right thing. I wish I could crawl back into bed and steal one last kiss from you, but I don't think I'll ever be able to leave if I do. You will always be in my head and my heart.

Yours always and forever,

Drew

Liam sat on the bed frozen like a statue. He needed to think, but time was against him.

**

The whole way to the airport Drew was quiet. Mel knew that something major had happened last night between Drew and Liam and she was genuinely concerned; but she would have to wait until Drew was ready to talk to her. As they pulled up to he airport Drew turned around and smiled at them "You ready?" he asked; but Mel knew it was more to himself than anything else.

"Drew are you sure you're okay?" she whispered to him as they were waiting in the line to check in.

"Sure" he replied a little tensely "I finally had the closure I needed. Liam will never feel the same and I'm okay with that now." He sighed.

An awkward silence fell between them, nobody knowing what to say. As they reached the front Mel and Kevin went ahead through the gates knowing that Drew needed time and space to think things through and whilst Mel wished there was something she could do or say she knew Drew well enough when not to push the subject. They all found their seats and got ready for take off.

Drew was sitting in a window seat staring out the window trying not to let thoughts of Liam and last night from invading his mind. He wasn't doing a good job of it because everything reminded him of Liam now. He could still feel the tingle of Liam on his lips. He loosened his scarf that had covered his hickey. As juvenile as the mark on his body he couldn't forget the reaction he had when he saw it in the mirror this morning.

"Drew! Drew!" he was torn from his memories at the sound of his name. He looked up to see Liam rushing towards him. He froze in place. He hadn't expected to see Liam again, and he looked pissed off. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Liam screamed drawing the attention of the other passengers. Drew blanched with fear. "I told you last night, I am never letting go of you again!" Liam shouted

"Liam please..." Drew begged "Not here. I can't do this." He pleaded

"Then why'd I have to wake up in your bed alone this morning with this?" he accused holding up the letter. "Do you think so little of me that you had to run? I thought you knew me better than that. Last night was the most incredible night of my life, when we were joined as one I thought you'd get it. I thought you would understand what I've been trying to tell you the whole time you've been here."

Drew blushed as he heard a few gasps and whispers knowing they were directed at him and Liam. "I... I just couldn't..." he tried.

"God, are you that dense?" Liam shook his head. "Last night after we made love, yes love" Liam stated looking at Drew's shocked eyes "I was trying to tell you that after you left I couldn't marry Jessica. I realised that she didn't really have my heart. You did. You're the love of MY life. I just thought I wasn't good enough for you; but I NEVER, not for one second, stopped loving you." Liam exclaimed. "I thought I made it clear enough when..."

"You love me?" Drew interrupted, tears forming in his eyes.

"Of course I do. I would never do you any wrong, why would I lie to you? What do you need me to do to prove it?" Liam asked. Having thought this through he had prepared just that before he got to the airport, and Drew was falling for his trap.

"Yes! How can I believe anything you say, you're straight! You would have married Jessica had I stayed at your side! I need to know this is real!"

"What do you want then?" Liam mock sighed.

"I need some form of commitment. I have a career and a life in New York I can't give up. If you want me... come with me."

"Already done." Liam grinned at Drew's shocked expression. "What did you think I was doing on the plane?"

"Well I, um..." Drew began

"Since I've already decided to do what you asked; I need you to prove you love me." Liam responded

"Huh?" Drew looked puzzled.

"Marry me." Liam answered getting on one knee right in the isle "I don't want another man to so much as look at you the wrong way. As I said last night you belong to me body and soul. I just want to make it official because I can't spend one more day or night without you."

Drew went beet red. He looked to Mel and Kevin who were grinning like idiots. He looked into Liam's eyes and saw the love and sincerity there; Drew could do nothing but nod his acceptance.

Liam pulled a ring box out of his pocket. "Seeing as we're engaged but your not a woman I thought it might be appropriate that you wear this" he said opening the box "you know that this belonged to my grandfather. It was his wedding band and the ruby was the first stone he ever found in his mine. He wanted my grandmother as a present for the birth of my father, but she had complications in her pregnancy. When she went into labour she knew she wouldn't survive and told him to put the stone in his wedding band. She said it was a symbol of her heart, which she said would always be his. Well I want you to wear this knowing that you have my heart now and forever." Liam finished as he slipped the ring onto Drew's finger.

Drew pulled Liam up on top of him and kissed him like his life depended on it; ignoring the whoops and cheers as they made out like a couple of horny teenagers.

"You tricked me!" Drew realised "You knew that if you came after me I would want more!"

"Of course I did baby." Liam winked "I needed you bound to me forever and it was easier to think you were forcing me to make a commitment; but honestly I would have done pretty much anything you wanted."

"Anything?" Drew asked with an evil twinkle in his eyes "You ever wanted to join the mile high club?" he whispered seductively into Liam's ear.

Liam groaned and closed his eyes, licking his lips in anticipation.

**

Drew lay there in bed as the moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains illuminating Liam with a heavenly glow. He traced his hand up his husbands back noticing how his wedding band and engagement ring shone with an iridescent glow as the moonlight hit them. He sighed as he leaned forward and kissed Liam's shoulder. Liam stirred looking over his shoulder at Drew.

"Baby is everything alright?" he mumbled his brain still foggy from sleep.

"No, I was just thinking how I was the luckiest man in the world." Drew smiled

"Make that second luckiest" Liam retorted reaching out and wrapping his body around Drew.

"Lets call it a tie then." Drew relented placing a sloppy kiss on Liam's mouth.

THE END



(Just a) Kiss



They had made a bet when they won, she'd get a kiss. He didn't think they would win. She did. So they made that bet.

They didn't talk about what kind, so when they won, and he kissed her on the cheek, maybe he thought that was it. 

It wasn't. 

During the evening of celebration, she prepared to make her exit. 

She said good night, and put something in his hand, and whispered in his ear as she hugged him goodbye. 

"So I can claim my prize later," she said.

She felt herself blushing so she left without looking back to see his reaction. She wasn't normally that forward. But she felt she really had nothing left to lose.

An hour or two later she was in her pajamas on the bed in her room, having a drink, with the television on in the background while she was writing.

She'd put the idea that he'd show up out of her mind because she was so sure he wouldn't. She was wearing a white t-shirt and soft cotton pajama pants. She focused on the computer screen and pushed her glasses back up. 

She glanced at the clock on the cable box. It was almost 1. If she'd allowed herself to be hopeful, she would have been disappointed. She closed her laptop and put it on the desk, pulled the clip out of her hair, and shut the lights off. 

She sat against the headboard of the bed, finishing her drink, and found some bad horror movie on one of the cable channels. It was sort of a relief, she thought, that he didn't show up. She'd have been a nervous wreck. 

She'd have to deal with the guessing games and try to figure out what he was thinking and feeling while beating herself up for what she felt. 

Instead, she had the quiet night to herself, just enjoying the peace. She'd just finished her drink and was about to start getting ready for bed when she heard the key in the door. It was 1:30. She'd given him the key at 9. If she had any sort of self respect, she'd put the deadbolt on. But she didn't. Not when it came to him. 

The irony was that she knew he'd be strangely impressed if she did lock him out. But she couldn't do it. He was still messing with the key, as one was likely to do after being out drinking for five hours. She stood on the other side of the door keeping him on ice for a few more minutes, smiling to herself. 

Then she opened the door. "Hi," he said. He was smiling. 

"Hi," she said. 

She stepped back from the door to let him by. There was a couch in her room and he sat on it. "Were you sleeping?" he asked. 

She sat on the other end of the couch. 

"No," she said. 

"You're up late," he said. 

"So are you," she said. 

"Would you believe it took me this long to get my nerve up to come here?" he asked. 

She laughed. 

"Nope," she said. 

He laughed. 

"You're right. But it was worth a shot," he said.

"I didn't know if I was going to or not. I was leaning toward not coming. But I waited until I left to decide," he said. 

"I figured that," she said.

Her legs were pulled under her on the couch. She was looking into his eyes, trying not to look at his mouth, which was what she usually looked at.

"Plus, you had a lot to celebrate," she said. 

"We. We had a lot to celebrate," he said. 

She smiled. 

"This wouldn't have happened without you," he said, saying her name. She really loved the way he said it. "Well, lucky for you, you didn't have to find out," she said.

He took her hand. She'd never felt his hand in hers before. "I'm serious. Really, that's why I came. We didn't get a chance to talk earlier. And you left so early," he said. 

She was glad to hear him say that's why he came. She really was so full of shit with her passing him the key, she realized. She couldn't handle anything more than this. 

"Well, that means a lot to me. Thank you," she said, letting go of his hand. 

"But it is so late, and you must be tired. You have to walk back to your hotel. I don't want to keep you," she said, standing up. 

"Wait," he said, reaching for her wrist. 

She closed her eyes for a second. 

"What?" she said. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he said. 

She looked down at him. 

"No. I'm letting you off the hook, though I appreciate the gesture," she said.

"Sit down," he said, still holding her wrist. 

She sat. 

"Did I ask to be let off the hook?" he said.

She had to look away from his eyes. His mouth. 

"No, but I know you want to be," she said. 

"Oh yeah?" he said.

There was a pause. "Look at me," he said. 

"I can't," she said, keeping her eyes on the wall. 

He took reached out with his hand and turned her face to him. "How long have you known me? Would I ever do anything unless I really wanted to do it? Bet or not?" he asked. 

"I know. I'm afraid though," she said. 

"Of what?" he said.

"I don't know," she said. 

Her heart was pounding. 

"There's nothing to worry about," he said quietly. His hand holding her face ran through her hair absently, and she closed her eyes. 

"It's just a kiss," he said. 

She opened her eyes. She wanted to see his just before he did it. Her hands were shaking. He moved closer. He knew he was prolonging her anxiety. He was doing it on purpose. He looked at her mouth. 

"Don't," she said. 

"Shh," he said. 

His hand moved back to her face, and still looking at her mouth, he ran his thumb across her lips, gently. His eyes followed it. She had to control herself from reaching out for his thumb with her tongue. 

She didn't think she could take much more. She could barely breathe. She closed her eyes tightly. He could see it. See her body tense. See her struggling to breathe. "Look at me," he said. 

She opened her eyes, and looked at his mouth again. 

This time it was her hand that moved to his face, to his mouth. His lips. With her forefinger she traced his lips, moving closer, her eyes staying on his mouth now. His hands moved to her sides, down, and to her hips, which moved up to his touch, inched closer to him on the couch. His fingers tightened on her hips as she moved them, moved closer to his mouth with hers, still touching his soft lips with her finger, then moving one hand, then the other, behind his neck. 

She wasn't nervous. Wasn't scared anymore. His hands squeezed and let go of her hips, looked at her mouth, watching her lick her lips, caught her eyes, and saw no fear. Feeling her hips rise in his hands, rock slightly, and he moved closer. She wanted this. He wanted it too. Inching closer together. 

Her fingers in his hair. "Do it," she whispered. His hand moved down to her thigh, now teasing her mouth with his, and to her knee, lifting her leg, and she wrapped it around him, as he moved his hand up her leg again and back to her hip.

She felt his mouth brush hers, and felt her eyes flutter, and he brushed her mouth once more, twice and then, then his mouth took hers. He kissed her.

Her mouth was so warm and soft. Her lips were full. Her head turned to the side so he was over her, kissing her, and her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, the kiss innocent so far, just kissing her lips. She thought she could feel the air crackling with electricity. He pulled away from her lips and returned, leaving her breathless, always focused on the tease, the wanting more, and she shifted, moving closer, his fingers digging into the small of her back as his mouth opened slightly and she felt it. And then all she could think was Oh. Oh yeah. 

Felt his tongue gently, so gently, not letting go of her mouth now, find hers, and her leg tightened around him. 

He heard her sigh into his mouth as their tongues found each other and he understood why. It changed the kiss. Changed it good. So good. Where before he was softly kissing her, his mouth got more aggressive. Before, he controlled the pace, controlled the kiss, but when he found her tongue, and their tongues met, he couldn't pull away anymore. 

The kiss controlled him. Both of them. She kept her arms around his neck tightly because, honestly, she didn't trust them anywhere else. She could feel his dick getting harder as the kiss got harder. Warmer. Wetter. Taking on a grinding, seductive life of its own. His fingers dug into her back under her shirt now, into her bare skin. Scratching her. 

Her chest was tightly against his now as her head was turned to the side, holding onto his neck like she was drowning, and their bodies couldn't have been more tightly together, his fingers letting go of her back and onto her sides, under her shirt. 

Their tongues were deep now, so deep, their lips working together, and she lost where she was. His mouth worked hers aggressively, hard, and so good, feeling her hands in his hair, pulling it with her fists tightly in it, pulling his down, forcing his lips onto hers harder, harder. 

He felt his hands on her skin and knew he had to stop. Any further up, or down, and things were really going to get out of hand. His brain was overwhelmed with her mouth, her tongue, but he had to hold onto some form of control. He squeezed her sides. He could feel the warmth of her breasts just inches from his hands. It was bad. It was hard. 

He pushed her down on her back on the couch and followed her mouth with his, and she was just as eager, pulling him back to her, not wanting to lose that heat, those lips. That tongue. His hand held her hip again as he leaned over her, him on his side next to her on the couch, always over her, on top of her, in charge, dominating the kiss, dominating her. 

He knew that mattered for her, but he also knew he couldn't do it any other way. It was who they were. 

Her hands left his neck and ran down his arms, and to his hips, and her fingers moved into the tops of jeans, under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, fluttering her eyes, and he pushed away from her mouth for a second, looking into her eyes. He stroked her mouth again with his thumb and this time she did lick it, kiss it, as he whispered. 

"Just a kiss, remember. Just a kiss," he said. She nodded absently and pulled her hands reluctantly from his pants and back to his neck. While she wanted to rip his clothes off, she would have agreed to walk over hot coals at that moment -- anything to keep kissing him. 

She knew he was struggling with it too, their tongues twirling together, their lips hungry, starving for each other, and his hand was again under her shirt. She put her hand over it, holding it in place. It felt warm and strong. She'd be better if she couldn't feel his dick, so hard, against her. Her pajama pants were soft and thin. 

There was almost nothing to keep it from pressing against her. She could feel it so big and hard against her thigh. If he moved anywhere else she wasn't sure what she would do. He pulled her leg up and around him again, moving his hand to hold her against him. She could feel his dick against her pussy now. "Don't," she whispered. But he liked it there, pushing himself against her. 

He felt like a teenager pushing the line of where to stop, feeling forbidden and dirty, wanting to push her limits, wanting to make her say they shouldn't, say they should stop, and all the while his hands, his mouth, making her breathe heavy and hot, seeing her eyes, knowing, knowing in the end he could easily have her begging him not to stop instead. He knew he could do that. He looked at her nipples against her shirt. He knew it would be so bad to push her shirt up, see her, work her with his fingers, his tongue, he thought about the sound she would make if he held her nipple in his teeth. He thought about fucking her. He knew he could so easily turn her head inside out. Her body inside out. 

But he wouldn't, even though thinking about how he had that power, how innocent yet dirty it made him feel, knowing the boundaries were right in front of them, and pushing himself against them made his dick even harder and she started to sigh more into his mouth. 

They kissed for an hour. An hour at least, her hips were grinding against his, both legs wrapped around him, and as hard as his dick was, he wanted to feel how wet she must be. He knew he couldn't. But the thought was driving him crazy. Her breathing was ragged. He was struggling to breathe too. She was whispering and murmuring his name, and his mouth moved from hers to her neck, and he felt her urging him on, he could feel her pressing her chest against him, feeling his hands moving up, his mouth moving down, and she actually thought she might explode. 

That's when he stopped. 

He looked into her eyes, and stroked her hair. "Just a kiss," he said. She closed her eyes and put her head back, trying to breathe. It wasn't easy. She knew he was right. But God, it was so hard to stop. "I don't want to stop," she said. 

"But I will," she said. It had to be just a kiss. She didn't bet anything else. "Do you think this is easy for me?" he said. She looked down. "No," she whispered, smiling. And he laughed. "I should go. It...it ..Ah. I just should go," he said.

"Because if I stay, I'm not going to stop," he said. She bit her lower lip and her hips involuntarily writhed. "Stop doing that," he said. 

He kissed her gently one more time. "Walk me to the door," he said. "I don't think I can walk," she whispered. "I'll help you," he said. Her knees were shaky, but she managed. They got to the hallway by the door.

"Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do with this," he said, taking her hand and putting it on his hard dick. Her eyes fluttered and she moved her hand, stroking him there absently for a minute, and he leaned against the wall, leaning his head back, closing his eyes. Her hand held him, stroking still, squeezing and he pushed her away finally, banging his head on the wall behind him softly to clear his mind. 

"You're going to do the same thing I'm going to do, with this, about five minutes after the door closes behind you," she said, taking his hand and putting it between her legs, holding her pussy through her pajamas. So much for clearing his mind. It was so hot. 

His fingers moved to trace her, and over and up, and he moved so quickly neither one of them had time to tell him he shouldn't - both his hands pulled her pajama pants down and his hand reached to find her naked pussy with his fingers. 

"I'm sorry. I have to," he said. 

And he did. Before he left, he needed to feel how wet she was. And he was rewarded with her, soaking, dripping wet. The gasp that ripped through her with his unexpected fingers moving over her, opening her, feeling her, was savage.

"Oh my God," he said. Feeling how wet he had made her was probably a mistake. He gently took his hand back, fixing her clothes, and she was still against the wall, the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to catch her breath again.

He pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he said. "No, you shouldn't have. That was very bad," she said, but she was smiling. Her voice was shuddery. "But now you really have to get the hell out of here because I can't wait even five minutes," she said. 

He laughed. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, pushing her against the wall, and kissed her softly and her hand stole down to his unbelievably hard dick, and her eyes trapped his with the naked heat and intensity in them. "You sure you want to leave?" she whispered. 

"I am not sure of anything. But I have to," he whispered. "Ok..." she said, smiling. He kissed her once more and pulled away, leaving her against the wall, leaning her head against it, sideways, and her hair was messy, and she looked at him, so sweet and hot, and it killed him to leave, but he had to. Had to. He opened the door and closed it behind him. 

And leaned against the closed door in the hall. She leaned against the wall the very same way, both of them, head back, back against the wall, thinking of what just happened, what could have happened, about each other, unable to stop thinking about that kiss. A few minutes went by. 

She just couldn't move. She wasn't sure what made her open the door again. Maybe it was the feeling of that electricity still in the air. But she opened it. And he was standing there. Not with his back against the door. Facing her, holding both hands on the doorframe. Waiting for her to open it again. She backed away, back into the room, their eyes locked. The stare unbreakable. 

He walked into the room, far enough to turn around and close the door, and turn the deadbolt. They both stood, facing each other. Eyes to eyes. Waiting. Waiting. She held onto the dresser for support. 

And then he broke. 

He moved toward her, fast, throwing her over his shoulder and dropping her onto the bed. Crawling over her, his mouth found hers again, kissing her hard, all tongues, as their hands pulled and ripped at each others clothes, up and off and away, his mouth again on her neck, pushing her shirt up and out of the way, finding her hard nipples with his fingers, and hearing her sigh as she ripped through the buttons of his shirt, losing some along the way and down to the button of his jeans, rolling him over to pull them off and fighting him, pulling her body to him, stopping her, to kiss her again, and pull her nipple to his mouth.

His hot, wet mouth worked her nipple, his tongue teasing it and twirling around it, and her fingers did scratch his back now, holding on, and she tried to quiet herself but instead she was loud, so loud, it was too long and too much. 

And she pushed his mouth away, and found it with hers and moved her mouth down his chest, pushing his shirt off, down to his jeans and pulling them off and everything out of the way to find his dick with her hands, her mouth, and he, he closed his eyes and arched his back as she swallowed him, starving, licking and sucking him. She was in blissful heaven giving him a blow job. 

After kissing him, its all she ever wanted to do, on her knees, sucking him, working him with her tongue, making him crazy, hot, out of control, working his dick expertly with her mouth and tongue, teasing him with her fingers, moving down to take his balls in her mouth and work them with her tongue while she stroked his wet dick up and down with her hands and then taking him in her mouth again. 

She twirled her mouth in a circle as she worked him in and out of her mouth and his fingers dug into the bed, making fists and she was getting wetter with his every reaction and just so hot from sucking his dick. 

Her brain was focused on just this, and she could feel herself starting to come from sucking him, feeling him get harder, working the tip of his dick with her tongue, circling it over and over, so sensitive, circling and circling until she knew he wanted to slide inside her mouth again, was waiting, but she kept circling and then, just beyond when she knew he wanted her to suck him down her throat again, she did, swallowing him, working her tongue back and forth under him, in and out of her hot mouth, her wet mouth, just a little faster, holding the base of his dick in her fingers, teasing it and stroking it whenever her mouth wasn't there. 

He had completely lost control and could not think about anything but more of her mouth. It felt that fucking good. More. Faster. He felt dirty again, hot and dirty watching her and wanting her to do it more. They shouldn't be doing this, it was so bad. But it made it good. So good. 

She shouldn't be sucking his dick until his eyes rolled back into his head. But she so fucking was. And watching her, he knew there was nothing he could have done to stop her. Faster she went now, so fast, and he could hear her and see that she was coming while she did it, and inched him closer, closer, closer, and in and out, in and out he slid of her mouth, her fingers stroking him, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue unstoppable, just a little faster, faster.

"Faster," he whispered and she smiled up at him. And went faster, so fast, faster, and he could feel it starting, rumbling inside him, his buried his fingers in her hair, and pulled so hard and she knew why, saving her hardest and fastest sucking for the end, harder, licking him in circles, fast, in and out and in and out, and then she could feel him shudder and shake and he came, came hard, and she held tightly to his thighs, keeping him as deep inside her mouth as she could while he came, coaxing him to keep coming with her tongue until they were both spent. Half-dressed, she crawled up next to him and lay on her back, her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Neither of them moved for a while. He heard her laugh softly to herself. 




(Just a) Kiss



He leaned over her, his hand on her belly, resting there.

"That was bad," he said. 

She looked into his eyes, hers still glazed over, ramped up.

"I know. It was. Really bad," she said.

"You shouldn't have done that," he said. 

Her body moved under his hand. 

"I know. I shouldn't have," she said. "You know what is even worse?" she said. 

His fingers moved up her belly, up further, tracing her nipples under her shirt.

"What's that," he said. 

"I want to do it again," she said.

"Oh yeah?" he said, his fingers teasing her nipples, squeezing them, watching her catch her breath.

"Yes....I would do nothing but suck your dick all night if you let me," she whispered, her eyes closed.

His eyes closed momentarily, and his hand froze on her nipple. 

"That was a bad thing to say. You shouldn't have said that," he said. 

"I'm a bad girl. I can't help it," she said. 

"You are..I know you are," he whispered. He leaned down to take her mouth with his again. His mouth moved from hers as he pulled her shirt over her head. His tongue teased her nipple, his teeth holding it.

"Don't...we can stop now. We should stop now," she said. He looked her in the eye and knew. "You don't want me to stop. You want more," he said. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her pajama pants down and off. "No, I don't. We need to stop," she said. But as his fingers found her wet pussy again, her back arched and she sighed loudly.

"Ok...I'll stop...," he said, sliding his fingers inside her. "Now? You want me to stop now?" he said, moving them in and out, slowly. "No...no," she said. Her legs opened more, she bit her lower lip, rocking her hips. "See...that's not so bad...or is it?" he said. 

"It's so bad," she said. "So bad." 

He moved faster. Faster. Her body shook. "It is bad. You're right. But that's what you want," he said. "We shouldn't be doing this at all. Not at all. It is so wrong, so bad, so dirty," he said, faster now.

She couldn't talk anymore, just made sounds. Such hot sounds. Her eyes fluttered. "I shouldn't be making you come like this," he said. 

That was it for her, and he covered her mouth because the moan was so loud as she came. And he couldn't wait. He wanted it now. He pulled her still shaking under him, lifted her hips, and thrust himself inside her as she was still shaking and recovering and was not prepared for it. 

"No!" she sighed. 

"Oh yeah," he said. 

"Stop," she said, trying pathetically to stop him as he fucked her, fucked her hard. He loved her protests, knowing there was nothing behind them but her wanting to be taken. Harder her went, until she couldn't talk, couldn't protest anymore. Then he stopped. "You want me to stop now?" he said, smiling. 

"No! Nononono," she said. 

He was about to move again. 

"Are you sure?" he said.

"Fuck me," she whispered. 

"You want me to fuck you?" he said. She moved up to his mouth. "We shouldn't....but oh fuck yeah fuck me...so bad," she whispered, licking his lips with her tongue. "You're a bad girl," he whispered. 

He pushed her violently back down on the bed, and fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, and was pretty sure they woke up the floor but he didn't care and she was oblivious to everything but him. And as he watched her, arched back, nipples in the air, coming over and over, he felt it inside him and he whispered all the bad things he was thinking in her ear, sending her over the edge again as he came hard. Wrapped around him after, she whispered. 

"You know that I didn't mean for this or expect this to happen -- all I really wanted was a kiss," she said. "Oh yeah?" he whispered back. She lifted herself to look into his eyes. She couldn't read his, as usual. "I mean it," she said. 

He was quiet for a second, before rolling her onto her back and holding her eyes to his, body to body.

"Well, that makes one of us I guess, because, even as I was walking out the door earlier, I knew there was no fucking way I was leaving here with just a kiss," he said. 

And she laughed into his mouth as he kissed her.



Just a Kiss



Chapter 1



The heavy oak door muffled the sound of the doorbell but they could still hear an elegant "ding-dong" sound that slowly died away as they waited for someone to open the door for them. The snow was coming down like icy nails now, coming down sideways in a wind that was finding its way up her back. Moa felt her boyfriend pull her closer for warmth.

They were going to spend New Year at Eric's step brother's place, a nice big house outside of Stockholm that obviously didn't come cheap. She had never met him before but Eric seemed to like him. Moa was just about to suggest they go inside without waiting for someone to open when the door handle finally turned.

'Hey, Eric, welcome guys!' a guy with a chiseled face and intense green eyes said. Moa figured that this was Pontus, Eric's step brother. 'And you must be Moa', he said with an outstretched hand, the one that wasn't holding a martini glass. 'Welcome, nice to meet you!'

'Likewise.'

'Now come on in before you freeze your butts off.'

They took off their coats and kicked off their shoes as Pontus asked them if they had any trouble getting there in the heavy snowfall. Eric and he talked for a minute about traffic and about some guy who had got stuck and couldn't make it. Moa saw a pile of shoes on the floor, and heard music and voices from inside the house. And someone must have said something funny because a loud laugh, followed by others, rumbled through the house.

'As you can tell, the party has already started', Pontus said with a smile. A smile that wasn't hard to look at, Moa realized. 'In fact, I should probably get back and play the role of a host - I left them in the middle of pouring drinks... Will you guys be ok finding the guest room on your own?' He noticed their oversized suitcase.

'Don't worry, we're not staying as long as it looks', Moa said. 'We just didn't have a smaller suitcase.'

'Oh, well you guys are welcome to stay as long as you want', again with a smile. She was pretty sure he even meant it, although for a second it felt like there was also an innuendo in there somewhere. Maybe she was just imagining it, or maybe it was because Pontus had glanced ever so quickly up and down her dress. She had to admit, she hadn't picked this dress because it was the most conservative one. Not that it was slutty in any way, but still. She was looking to drive Eric crazy with it tonight.

'That's ok', Eric said. 'I've stayed in the guest room before. It's the one on the second floor, right?'

Pontus said that it was and as they headed for the stairs to the second floor, he headed into the house.



Chapter 2



Her intentions for the night were clear, at least to herself. She didn't expect to enjoy the party too much - besides Eric there was literally no one at the party she knew. She was hoping it would be at least somewhat fun, but the goal of tonight was not the party itself. It was what was going to happen, with Eric, when the party was over.

She and Eric hadn't had sex in over a week. The plans had been to spend Christmas together, even though they had only been together for a couple of months. But things hadn't worked out that way, her grandmother was ill and it seemed like it would be the last chance of spending Christmas with her, even though no one would say so. And Eric's family was badgering him to come home for the holidays so they ended up not seeing each other for over a week. In fact the first time she had seen him since December nineteenth was only a couple of hours ago when they were packing for the trip to Pontus.

Over a week. Thinking about it now it was closer to two weeks, without sex. She had been thinking about this night constantly for the last few days, ever since Eric pitched the idea of them celebrating New Year at Pontus. At first she didn't like the idea much, she would rather have stayed at home with a bottle of champagne and a quiet dinner followed by banging their brains out as the fireworks started going off all over Stockholm city.

But as she had started thinking about it, the idea of dressing up in a sexy dress, dancing, probably drinking a glass of champagne too many, started to sound pretty good. It was also a bit of a secret turn-on (well, not really secret - she had told Eric about it but not many others) to be on a dance floor without panties under her dress. Usually, she wouldn't do this when they went to private parties because it made simple things like sitting down a bit of a hassle. But tonight she figured she could slip off sometime before midnight and slip out of her underwear.

They quickly unpacked, Eric put on his dark blue suit jacket and she put on her heels. Eric's face was flushed, probably from the sudden change in temperature. She thought about jumping him right there but restrained herself. He looked really good tonight though. Instead she kissed him, feeling the heat from his lips, almost feverish, giving him plenty of tongue in an attempt to infuse him with her dirty ideas. And maybe it worked, but it almost made her lose her own control. She had to pull away before her hands started unzipping her handsome boyfriend's pants. Instead she stepped back and looked herself over in the full-length mirror to make sure she looked alright.

She saw that the hours at the gym hadn't been lost to Christmas dinners - in fact she had never been in this good shape. She had toned muscles on her thighs as well as her arms. She had never really had a problem with her body, she was always slender and with nice full breasts that seemed to turn heads. Until now though, she had never actually been proud of it. At first she felt embarrassed about liking her own body. But then she figured – not tonight! Tonight she would feel nothing but good about herself. 



Chapter 3

The party, though not in full swing when they came down from the second floor, soon picked up the pace. Moa was introduced to more people than she could remember, and a bit to her surprise she even made a friend in Veronica, a stunningly beautiful brunette who introduced her to even more people and then took her on a tour around the house.

They were just coming up from the basement where they had inspected the gym, the wine cellar and what Veronica called the sauna, but it was more like a small spa, with two showers, a Jacuzzi and of course the actual sauna which was the size of a small apartment.

'Hey guys', Pontus said when they stumbled into each other. 'What's up?'

'Nothing much, Tusse', Veronica said and kissed Pontus on the cheek. 'Just showing the place off to Moa.'

'You have an amazing house', Moa said.

'You think so?' He sounded honestly flattered, and Moa assured him that she did.

'So, is it possible to get a refill?' Veronica held up her now empty glass and nodded towards the bottle of bubbles he was holding. Her glass was refilled.

'How about you, you look like you're running low too.' He looked at Moa's glass that still had a few drops in it.

'I suppose, if you can spare it', she said and held her glass out.

'Have faith, we're well stocked on bubbles tonight. Although, the expensive shit doesn't come out until the stroke of midnight.'

Moa watched as her glass was refilled, she watched the glass but she also couldn't help but see that Pontus shirt was strained around his shoulders as he was pouring. It wasn't a tight fitting shirt, but still it was obvious that the gym downstairs was being used on a regular basis. He was a very beautiful man, she admitted to herself.

'So, will you girls be alright by yourselves if we guys have a couple of beers in the sauna?' He asked them.

'I think we'll manage', Veronica replied and snaked an arm around his waist in a gesture that told Moa they had known each other for a long time. 'I guess the only thing that could happen is we run out of bubbles.'

'Don't worry about that, there's still a couple of bottles in the fridge and then there's more in the cellar if you need it.'

'Hey, me and Moa will take care of it, you just relax with your buddies. Consider us in charge while you're away.'

'That sounds scary', Pontus said.

'You should be scared', Moa replied and gave him a smile.



Chapter 4

With all the guys in the sauna, the party had been all-girls for a while now, allowing Moa to get to know more of the other girls. Most of them were people she could see herself being friends with, only a few were either just too dumb or didn't like the competition, as if she was a threat to anyone there.

Luckily, Veronica didn't seem to feel threatened by her.

'Moa, there you are!' She appeared from the kitchen, champagne glass still in her hand. 'Come, meet Elin!' She curled an arm around her waist and pulled her along. 'Elin is my sweet baby, you'll love her!'

'Elli, this is Moa. Moa, this is Elli', Veronica introduced them.

'Hi Moa', Elin said. 'So you're the ballerina I've been hearing about?' It seemed she had heard about her background as a dancer.

'I suppose', Moa said. 'A long time ago.'

'Oh, come on, won't you teach me a couple of moves for the dance floor later? I'm somewhat retarded when it comes to dancing.'

Moa couldn't help but laugh at the little bundle of energy that stood before her. 'I don't think you're as hmmm... retarded as you think you are.'

'Believe me, I am! People think I'm having a seizure. Right, Veronica?'

'Ha ha, well maybe dancing isn't your most prominent talent, sweetie. But it's not like guys don't hit on you anyway.'

'Right, cause they think I need some serious medical attention! Moa, won't you please teach me some killer moves later?'

Moa laughed, 'Fine, I'll teach you some shit that'll make the guys drool.'

'This deserves a toast!' Veronica said, lifting her glass that was almost empty.

As Elin raised her equally empty glass they realized something needed to be done.

'Is there more in the fridge?' Moa asked Veronica.

'Well, I think so...but..'

'But what?' Elin asked

'Don't you think we deserve some of the fancy stuff now?'



Chapter 5



Moa hadn't exactly volunteered to sneak into the wine cellar to snatch a bottle of the expensive bubbles, but Veronica had somehow managed to pull her along for the ride anyway. They had snuck past the entrance to the sauna, Veronica peeking in but not seeing anything but empty showers.

The cellar was chilly, and smelled of mold. And even though Pontus had told them to go here if they ran out of bubbles, Veronica whispered. 'Hey, do you see the fancy stuff? '

Moa had found a fridge at the back of the room. For some reason she found herself whispering too. 'Yeah, I think I found it.'

'Awesome', Veronica said and grabbed a bottle from the fridge after inspecting it as if to make sure it was really expensive. 'Now let's get out of here.'

They made their way out of the cellar and closed the door.

Moa started thinking about the other girls. 'Are you sure this is gonna be enough though?' she asked.

'Wasn't there any left in the fridge upstairs?'

'I'm not sure. Was there? Maybe there was?'

Moa, more than anything not wanting to make the trip down there again said, 'I'll grab a couple of the other bottles from the rack. I'll meet you upstairs ok?'

'I'll have a fancy glass of bubbles waiting for you', Veronica giggled.

Moa went back into the wine cellar, quickly finding a couple of bottles of the Italian bubbles they had been drinking all night. She tucked a bottle under her arm and the cold bottle sent shivers down her side. She took another two bottles in her hands and figured it would be enough.

Closing the cellar door behind her and heading for the stairs she realized she would have to pass the entrance to the sauna again. She didn't know why but she held her breath as she passed the glass door. She focused on looking relaxed, kind of feeling like she was stealing booze from her parents, and wasn't going to look through the glass door. But her peripheral vision was on high alert and it drew her in.

She was shocked by what she saw. The door was partially foggy from the steam in there but she clearly saw Pontus stepping out of one of the showers, grabbing a towel from a shelf. His body was ripped, the muscles on his stomach flexing with his every move, his entire body wet. And swinging between his legs was a cock like she had never seen before.

Thick. Swaying with his moves, hanging there heavily, as he started drying himself off.

Before she risked getting caught sneaking a peek, she hurried up the stairs. She felt her cheeks flushing as she reached the top but hoped she could blame it on either the stairs or the alcohol.



Chapter 6



Moa made an effort to block the image of Pontus in the shower from her conscious mind. It worked, sort of. The first time they spoke after the guys had come back from the sauna, she felt her cheeks flush a little. But she willed it out of her head and eventually it was as if it had never happened. Instead, she started enjoying the party more than she had thought she would. She really liked hanging out with Veronica and Elin.

Around eleven the party had gone from a polite gathering of friends, sipping prosecco and having conversations, to an actual party. People were laughing and shouting and singing along with the ever louder music. A sort-of-dance floor was even starting to form in the dimly lit living room.

Moa saw Eric talking with a couple of guys, not looking quite as comfortable as the rest of the people there. Not too surprising, he barely knew anyone there either. But he was still looking good, still had his jacket on even though he looked warm. She decided it was time to turn up the heat a bit.

Almost two weeks without sex. Since they had decided to go to this party she had even held off servicing herself. Her first thought now was to just grab Eric and pull him upstairs, but she willed herself to calm down. Instead she slipped upstairs on her own and slipped out of her panties. She threw them in their suitcase and checked herself over in the mirror again. 

She lifted the front of the dress to inspect her work with the razor earlier, just a small strip of hair ending a bit over her clit left. She remembered how hard it had been not to service herself when she shaved earlier, it was even hard not to rub one out right now. With her fingers she felt the smoothness of where she had shaved. As her fingers passed over her vagina they trembled and she felt her breath shortening. No, she told herself. Just a little while longer now and she would instead get to feel Eric's tongue down there, get to feel feel his cock inside her.

She was feeling so naughty tonight, so dirty. She wanted to make sure Eric was in the same mood. She wanted him to fuck her hard, relentlessly. She wanted him to go down on her until she came on his tongue, she wanted to be dirty. She had taken extra care to shave around her ass hole, hoping Eric would do what he had done only a few times before – always when they had too much to drink – and rub her there with his thumb. She was even prepared to let him fuck her there if he wanted.

She had only done that once before, long before she met Eric. At the time she had mixed feelings about it but it had actually been a lot more erotic than she thought it would be. Maybe tonight it was time for a repeat.

She had to take a deep breath and force herself to take her fingers off her clit. She let her dress down, spun around a couple of times to make sure it wasn't obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear. Satisfied, she headed for the stairs.



Chapter 7



The party was still in high gear when she got downstairs. She looked for Eric but at first she couldn't find him. He wasn't in the kitchen, and not by the buffet table. She finally spotted him in the living room with a glass of water in his hand. She snuck up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist. She figured she would whisper in his ear, let him know she was naked under the dress. That had turned him on before.

'Hey, there you are', Eric said before she had the chance.

'Hi baby, what's up?'

'Actually, I'm not feeling too good. I think I'm going to lie down for a bit. I was just looking for you.'

'Sweetie, are you alright? Did you have too much to drink?' She saw his face was pale. Little beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

'No, I didn't have that much to drink. I think maybe I caught something on the train earlier.'

'Oh, you poor thing. Maybe you'll feel better after you rest for a while. Come on, I'll walk you upstairs.'

They had just made it to the room when Eric hurried into the bathroom and she heard him throw up. When he came out, his face was even paler and he walked straight to the bed and lay down with his clothes still on.

'Poor baby', Moa said and sat on the bed next to him. 'I'll stay here with you.'

'Thanks honey, but you probably shouldn't. I'll just get you sick too. Go have fun at the party instead.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, I'm sure.'

She still wasn't convinced but she also didn't know what she could do to help him.

'Can I get you something? A glass of water? A bucket?'

'A glass of water would be nice. I don't think I'll need a bucket, I feel a bit better now after throwing up. I just want to rest for a while.'

'OK, I'll get you a glass of water.'

Realizing there were no drinking glasses in the guest room, Moa headed downstairs. In the kitchen she bumped in to Pontus.

'Hi there, what's this – are you drinking water already?' He said when he saw her pouring a glass.

'It's not for me, it's Eric. He's not feeling too good.'

'Really, he didn't have that much to drink, did he?'

'No, seems like he caught a bug. He's up there passed out on the bed.'

'Oh, really? That sucks, he's going to miss the stroke of midnight.'

'Yeah, I know.'

'I would call you guys a cab but at this time the chances of actually getting one aren't very good. Is he going to be alright up there?'

It was sweet of him to worry, Moa thought, but assured him that Eric would be fine. She went back upstairs with the glass of water.



Chapter 8



After making sure Eric would be alright, Moa went downstairs to find Veronica and Elin again. Poor Eric, she thought – now he would miss a great party. He would even miss the stroke of midnight. And, worst of all, he would miss New Year Sex. On second thought they would both miss that. Damn it, it turned out she would have to take care of herself tonight after all.

Fine, she thought, they would have plenty of time to make up for it next week. But there was no way she was holding off masturbation anymore. A long shower before going to bed would have to serve as a surrogate. Still, that was a couple of hours away she figured. She wished she owned a vibrator.

She spotted Veronica talking to some guy and walked over, she hoped she wouldn't be interrupting something – the guy was cute and it looked like Veronica thought so too.

'Hi there', Moa said and it turned out she wasn't interrupting, or at least Veronica was nice enough not to make it feel like it.

'So, Eric is sick', Veronica said. 'That doesn't mean the party stops, right?'

'I guess.'

'Too bad he didn't make it to midnight at least. '

'Which is soon by the way!' Pontus said, coming by with a bottle of the expensive champagne. 'And there are going to be fireworks, so get your butts out on the patio where you can see something.



Chapter 9



The patio freezing cold and dark, Moa regretted not having put her coat on before going outside. But now the countdown was about to start and it was too late to run in after it. At least her champagne glass was full.

Her nipples were rock hard, and she didn't know if it was because of the cold or if it was a result of thinking about the plans she had had with Eric tonight. Luckily her nipples were probably not visible on the dark patio even though she wasn't wearing a bra. Or panties, she realized. She hadn't remembered to put them on after Eric got sick.




Just a Kiss



'Ten!', someone started.

'Nine!' The rest continued.'

'Eight! Seven! Six! Five!'

Moa saw people pairing up with their boyfriend or girlfriend, waiting for the stroke of midnight. She saw Veronica and that cute guy moving closer to each other. Moa bit her lip, she was supposed to have Eric there now!

'Four!'

She saw Elin behind a big shrub, also with no-one to kiss. And she saw Pontus standing alone not far from her. She wondered why he was alone. She hadn't asked if he was single, she only knew he wasn't married.

Moa's eyes met Pontus's who raised his glass towards her and smiled. Maybe he could sense that she was feeling a bit lonely. He came over.

'Three! Pontus kept eye contact with her and started chanting the countdown with her, making her shout the seconds a bit louder.'

'Two!' She once again realized that Pontus was very good looking. The memory of her seeing him naked a while ago surfaced in her mind and she was glad that he hadn't spotted her peeking through the door to the sauna.

'One!'

'Happy New Yeeeeaaaar!' Everyone shouted before starting to kiss their boyfriends and girlfriends. The sky exploded in a cascade of red, green and blue.

Moa figured Pontus would give her a hug, and that was how it started. A long hug and she felt her breasts pressing against his body. She felt his body heat through the thin fabrics of her dress and his shirt. The warmth felt wonderful in the icy cold and she didn't mind that the hug didn't stop at once. She felt the heat spreading through her body.

He started loosening his grip of her but didn't quite let go. His hands stayed at her waist. The fireworks were still exploding above them and in the corner of her eye she saw people were still kissing. She saw Elin looking in awe at the fireworks.

Moa's eyes met Pontus's, and she saw a different look in them now. She realized she had not let go of his neck. For a moment she wondered why she hadn't.

She was just about to let go of him when he leaned in. She knew what was about to happen and started to panic. But she didn't have time to do anything about it before his lips met hers in a soft kiss.

Her heart started beating hard in her chest. Her mind was spinning. What was happening? She thought Pontus would break the kiss as soon as it had started but he didn't. He continued to kiss her and she kissed him back. She felt his tongue tentatively against her lips and instinctively she opened her mouth slightly.

Their tongues met for a second before she turned her head away, finally breaking the kiss. 

She felt her cheeks flush as she looked around to see if anyone had seen them. She couldn't be kissing her boyfriend's bonus brother in the middle of all of his friends! But no-one seemed to have noticed them. Everyone else were still kissing or busy admiring the fireworks.

Moa immediately let go of Pontus's neck and he too let his hands slide off her waist.

'I'm so sorry', he said quietly so she barely heard him. The look on his face was indeed one of shock. 'I didn't plan to do that.'

'I think I'm going to go inside', Moa said. 'It's getting cold.'



Chapter 10



It had been about an hour since midnight and she wasn't cold anymore. She had downed two handsome cocktails, and she had needed them too. The kiss with Pontus had turned her into a nervous wreck for a long while. She was finally starting to calm down again.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all? It was just a kiss, at the stroke of midnight even. It was tradition. What really worried her was how to behave around Pontus for the rest of the evening. And how he would behave. They hadn't spoken to each other since she left him out in the cold.

Would he keep hitting on her? That could make things very awkward. Would he be angry? Did he think she had sent out signals? Would his true colors show now and he would turn out to be a classical asshole that comes on to girls in relationships without a moment's thought about other people's feelings?

Standing there thinking maybe she should just go to bed – she could easily say she caught Eric's bug – she finally bumped into Pontus. Their eyes met for the first time since that kiss and her stomach turned into a knot.

'Moa', he said, 'can I have a word with you in the kitchen where we can hear each other?

Veronica was standing right there so she tried to act as natural as possible. 'Of course', Moa said and followed him into the kitchen.

'So anyway...', Pontus started as soon they entered the kitchen and they saw they were alone. 'About before, outside...'

Where is this going, Moa wondered.

'I just wanted to say, I really didn't mean to come at you like that. I'm really sorry and I know it was a really shitty thing to do, and if you're pissed you have every right.'

'OK?' She wasn't expecting this so she didn't know exactly how to react. But at least it seemed like her worst fears weren't coming true. Maybe he wasn't a complete dirt bag after all?

'I really wasn't planning to kiss you. I mean, you're Eric's girlfriend for fuck's sake.'

'Right, I am.'

'Right.. Well, I just kind of let the moment run away with me so... do you think you can forgive me'

'Ehm, well, I guess... I mean, it was just a kiss right?'

'Right.'

'And just to make sure, Eric won't hear about it?'

'Not from me, that's for sure.'

'Alright, no harm I guess.'

His face lit up. 'Thank you! Good. Alright, then I suggest we just forget this ever happened. And go back to the party and have some fun before everyone leaves.'

Moa was both surprised and relieved.



Chapter 11



'There you are! Hey, you promised you would teach me some moves for the dance floor!' Elin had spotted her and Veronica was right behind her.

Moa laughed. 'Alright, is it time now?'

'Yup, now I'm just the right amount of drunk!'

They headed for a corner of the living room where there was still some space to move. Walking there, Veronica asked her: 'What did Pontus want to talk to you about before?'

For a moment she panicked, not knowing what to say.'

'Was it about Eric?'

'Uh, right, he just wanted to make sure the poor guy was alright.'

'So, how is he?'

'I was up there a little while ago, and he was snoring like a pig.'

'OK', Veronica laughed, 'At least he's alive.'

Elin didn't really have a talent for dancing, Moa soon realized as she tried to show her some basic moves. But she made up for it by trying, almost.

Veronica seemed to pick it up faster though. She actually looked really hot. As a proof of that guys soon started gathering around them, ogling them in that discreet way drunk guys do. Moa started to enjoy herself. She also realized that she was on a dance floor, not wearing any underwear. It was a bit exciting, she had to admit.

'Alright Elin, I have a new move for you', Moa shouted into her ear. 'Go like this', she said and started a very basic move where she raised her arms over her head and marked the beats with her hips. 

'Alright', Elin said and this time she managed to pull it off. Her little hips were swaying with the beat of the music and Moa saw guys turning their heads at them. Doing slight variations of that one simple move soon had guys gathering around them. It didn't hurt that Veronica showed her appreciation of Elin's moves by dancing up close to her, letting her hands run up and down her body.

The cute guy that Veronica had kissed at midnight turned up with a tray of shots, causing everyone to cheer even louder. They all had shots, they were strong and tasted vaguely of cinnamon. Moa saw Pontus casting glances at her. 

The party went on like that for an hour or so, eventually she and Pontus even started talking to each other again. It seemed like he had forgotten about the kiss, and he didn't make any more moves so she felt herself relaxing in his company.

As they danced guys would come up close to them, some were even kind of cute. Knowing she wasn't wearing underwear really turned her on, but she still wished Eric was there. She had checked on him a while ago, worried that the noise would keep him awake. But he was sound asleep, you could barely hear the music up there. 

At around two people started leaving in pre-ordered taxis. Some were heading for the city to continue the party, others were going home. Eventually they had all left. She and Veronica promised they would go shopping some time, and it felt like it wasn't just one of those things you say you will do. She was leaving with the cute guy from before and Moa felt a bit jealous.

When Pontus had said goodbye to the last couple he turned around and sighed in relief.

'Has it been a tough day?' Moa asked.

'Really tough', he said but with a smile. 'Are you alright up there in the guest room? Anything you need?'

'No, I think we're fine. Are you going to bed too? Do you need any help cleaning up?'

'No, thanks, I'll take care of it tomorrow. Just going to unwind for a bit before I go to bed. '

'Alright, good night then.'

'Yeah, good night, see you tomorrow.'



Chapter 12



Back in the guest room Moa slipped out of her dress and stepped into the bathroom. She wasn't as horny as she had thought she would be, but she decided to take a shower anyway. She turned the water on and waited for it to get warm before stepping into the shower. The water felt good on her skin. She reached for the shower crème and started lathering herself up.

She wished it was Eric's hands on her body now instead of her own. His hands finding their way down between her legs now. As soon as she touched herself she felt the pent up horniness coming back, surging through her body. She turned the heat up but the water only got warmer for a few seconds before going back to lukewarm. She turned the knob even higher but nothing happened. Instead the water started getting colder. Soon it was freezing cold and she quickly turned it off and got out of the shower.

Damn it, she thought. Could something go her way today? She dried off, still horny but freezing now. She figured she could take care of herself in bed next to Eric. Who knows, she figured, maybe he'll wake up and feel better and they could salvage this night. Not likely though, she realized as she heard him snore.

He had drunk most the water, only a little left now. She refilled it for him and noticed her own thirst as she poured. She should probably get her own glass though, if she didn't want to catch his bug.

She opened the suitcase looking for something to throw on before going downstairs. Putting on jeans and a t-shirt seemed like too much work, and her dress was all crumpled now. Instead she saw that Eric had packed his over-sized hoodie, the one he called his hangover hoodie, and threw it on. It wasn't very flattering but it reached just below her ass, and was probably less revealing than the dress she had worn all night anyway. She didn't bother to put on underwear since she would be right back and didn't want to wear them in bed.

When she came downstairs it was dark and quiet. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a big glass of water, drank half of it and filled it up again. It was strange seeing the living room that had been so full of people a little while earlier, now silent.

She walked through the living room and felt a cold draft against her bare legs. She thought she heard voices from a room down the hall. Didn't everyone go home already? She tip-toed in the direction of the sound. 

Getting closer she realized it was the sound of a TV she heard. She peeked in through the door and saw Pontus sitting on a couch watching a movie. He had changed his clothes and was wearing a white t-shirt and pajama pants. He was sipping on a glass of scotch.

He noticed her. 'I thought you went to bed?' He said. Moa noticed his eyes slipping down to her bare legs for a fraction of a second.

'On my way, just needed a glass of water.'

'How's the patient?'

'Still passed out, but fine I think.'

'I'm sure he'll feel better tomorrow.'

'Yeah, I hope so. Aren't you going to bed?'

'No I am, just unwinding a bit. And I thought I'd air out the party stink for a while. Do you want to sit down for a while, I'm watching Casablanca.'

'Oh, really? I haven't seen that in a long time.' It was one of her favorite movies but she kind of had her own plans.

But Pontus scooted over to give her room on the couch, and for a second it sounded like a good idea. She was very aware that she wasn't wearing panties, but that just made it more exciting. A final warm-up before going upstairs, she thought.

'I guess I can sit for a minute', she said and sat down next to him, careful to make sure the sweater didn't ride up too far.



Chapter 13



They sat in silence for a few minutes as Bogart made his entrance in black and white. Moa felt the cold draft on her feet again and pulled them up under her.

'I think there's a blanket in that one', he said and pointed to a small foot stool by the couch.

Moa got a big blanket out and covered herself with it.

'So, you bring out the really good stuff when everyone has left, huh?' Moa nodded to the bottle of Scotch on the table. 

'Oh, I'm sorry, I've completely lost my manners', Pontus said and got out of the couch. He came back with another glass for her.

'Oh, I didn't mean it like that', she said not having intended to drink any more.

'Here', he said and poured her a drink. 'This like you said, is the really good stuff.'

She sipped her drink and found it surprisingly good. She usually didn't like scotch.

They started talking, first about the movie which turned out to be a shared favorite, and then about Eric. She felt the alcohol doing its job. She would only stay a few moments more, but she didn't want to leave just yet. Whenever they fell silent she would become aware of the fact that she was practically half naked under the blanket. It put butterflies in her stomach. She wished it was a bit darker so that she could sneak a hand under the blanket and touch herself.

She wondered if Pontus was attracted to her. It sort of seemed like it, but he also seemed to be able to keep those feelings in check. Of course, with her hiding under the blanket she made that easier for him. She wondered how he would react if she was showing a bit more skin. After finishing the first glass of scotch, she decided to find out.

When Pontus went to the bathroom she unzipped her sweater a bit, enough to show some cleavage. Before he came back she covered herself with the blanket again, she didn't want it to look like she was waiting for him, like, in a sexy pose.

But after a couple of minutes after he had returned, she let the blanket fall off her when she took another sip of her refilled drink. At first he didn't seem to notice, but after a while she saw him stealing glances at her in the corner of her eye. 

This was fun, she thought. This incredibly good looking and kind of rich guy was attracted to her. Not that she had any intentions of actually doing something with him, but still. It was fun to tease him a little.

'Are those photos?' She asked and pointed to a set of binders in a book case.

'They are', Pontus admitted. 'Do you want to look at them?'

'Can I? I love photos, there's something special about actual, developed pictures I think.'

'Go ahead. They're mostly just pictures of my family.'

She wasn't really interested in looking at photos of his family, but she had another idea in mind.

She got up and walked over to the binders. Once there, she reached for one of them knowing that would cause her sweater to be pulled up a bit. She figured Pontus got a glimpse, just for a second, of the bottom of at least one of her ass cheeks. He definitely got to see her legs. She was smiling internally as she returned to the couch with the binder.

Flipping through the pages she noticed Pontus had become quiet. She wondered if he was struggling not to get an erection. Had she shown him too much? Then she remembered earlier in the basement where she had caught a glimpse of him in the shower. His ripped body. His huge cock. Was that thing filling up with blood right now, right there beside her? She couldn't help but wonder what it would look like fully hard. She had never seen a penis that large before.

After a while Pontus left the room for a minute, he said he was going to close the windows in the living room. Moa started thinking that maybe it was time for her to go upstairs. She was horny as hell and she wanted desperately to have an orgasm. She was just enjoying herself a bit too much. So she figured, only a few minutes more, and pulled down the zipper on her sweater a few centimeters more.

When Pontus came back he was shivering.

'Man, it's cold!' He said.

'Here, there's plenty of blanket for the both of us', Moa said almost instinctively.

He gladly accepted sharing the blanket and scooted a little bit closer. She could feel their legs touch slightly.

They sat there for a long while, flipping through pages of photos of Pontus and his family. They all seemed to have been taken at the same place, a house on the country side near a lake. There were both very old pictures where Pontus was a little kid and more recent ones, where he looked like he was in his twenties.



Pontus laughed when he saw a couple of the photos and would tell her the stories behind them. There was a man in many of the older photos that looked a bit like Pontus.

'Is that your dad?'

Pontus didn't answer right away and when he did she could hear something was off.

'Yeah, that was my dad', he said. 

She realized she had just assumed that they had gotten divorced before Pontus mom and Eric's dad got married a couple of years ago.

'I'm sorry', she said, feeling stupid now.

'It's all right. It was a long time ago. Cancer.'

After an awkward moment of silence Pontus mood changed for the better again when he flipped the page and saw himself standing on his head. Moa was glad the awkwardness passed but she still felt sorry for him.

As they kept looking at the photos they slowly started sitting closer and closer to each other. She didn't mind feeling their legs press against each other, or her breast softly against his arm. She was feeling very comfortable with him, it felt like they had grown closer. 

'Look', he said after a while. 'You know, about before... I'm really sorry if I made you feel uneasy.'

At first, she didn't know what he meant but then it dawned on her.

'Oh. Right. No, really it's OK. I mean first of all, you don't deserve all the blame. I did kiss you back after all.'

'Yeah, but still, I kind of started it and if it made you feel uncomfortable I'm really sorry. You were just so beautiful and your lips looked really delicious. Anyway, again – I'm sorry.'

'It was just a kiss, right?' Moa said, trying not to make a big deal about it.

'Right, it was just a kiss. A really good kiss if you ask me, but still, just a kiss.'

'OK, well I'm not uncomfortable anymore so, why don't we just forget it happened? And yes, it was a nice kiss.'

'If it's alright with you, I think I'll actually wait until tomorrow to forget it.'

She looked at him, and he looked back at her for a second. There was a moment of silence.

'You know', she said. 'My ex and I even had an agreement that kissing was alright. I mean, if it happened.'

'Really?'

'It wasn't like we were running around kissing everyone we felt like, but you know, if it happened it happened and we told each other about it. No big deal. But maybe it wasn't a very serious relationship.'

'How about you and Eric?'

'Well, I think we're serious. We were going to spend Christmas together. But no, we don't have that agreement. I mean we haven't talked about it so...'

'I think that sounds like a fair agreement though', he said. 'A kiss or two isn't the end of the world.'




Just a Kiss



'It's not, I guess. But you and I only kissed the one time', she corrected him. The memory of the kiss put little butterflies in her belly again.

'I wouldn't mind a second one', he said. His green eyes locked on to hers but he didn't make a move towards her.

She had sort of seen that coming, but she didn't know what to say. There was no ignoring the fact that she was very attracted to him.

'I don't know', she said. Part of her wanted to kiss him, but part of her wanted to just run out of there to safety.

'It's just a kiss', he said.

This time she saw his eyes going down to her lips. Then he was leaning in closer and she almost instinctively turned her face toward his. The butterflies were going crazy in her belly. Their lips met.



Chapter 14



The kiss was soft at first, but it felt so nice. She parted her lips slightly and she felt him taking her bottom lip between his, gently sucking on it. She opened her mouth a bit more and felt him react instantly, meeting her tongue with his.

Their tongues kept exploring each other and her mind was racing. What was she doing? This was not OK. But it felt so good. He was a great kisser, not too aggressive. She started breathing heavier.

'Wait', she said, pulling away. 'Maybe this isn't a good idea.'

Pontus lips were wet and she could tell he had enjoyed himself as much as she had.

'It's still just a kiss', he said. 

'I know, but...'

'No, you're right. I just... I like you, and I liked kissing you.'

'It's alright, maybe we can just watch the movie for a while.' She wasn't sure why she didn't just get up and leave. It felt like that would be making a scene, and she didn't want to make a bigger deal out of it than it was. But that wasn't the whole truth. She also wanted to stay. She liked being close to him.

They started watching the movie again, sitting even closer now. He had an arm on the couch behind her neck and she was leaning in to him. Under the blanket she had her leg half way on top of his.

It was about five minutes before she dared look at him again. It was just a glance but he must have felt it. He looked back at her and gave her a little smile at the corners of his mouth. She tried to return the smile but couldn't. Instead she kept looking into his eyes until she realized they were about to kiss again.

She couldn't stop it. She saw him leaning in again and she wanted to feel his lips against hers one more time. They started kissing again, and now they didn't stop. They made out for a long time and she felt his fingers running through her hair along the back of her head. She loved the feeling of it. His other hand was at her waist, gently pulling her closer to him. Her own free hand ran along his arm, feeling its muscles work.

She felt his hand move from her waist where it was relatively harmless to her stomach. Slowly it moved up and towards her breasts. She thought about removing his hand before it was too late, knowing how much it turned her on to have her breasts fondled. But his hand moved higher and she didn't stop it.

She moaned as she felt his strong hand gently squeezing her soft, firm flesh through the sweater. It wasn't really just a kiss any more but it wasn't much more than that either. It was still bad, but she didn't want to stop just yet.

She did make an attempt to stop it when Pontus started pulling her zipper down. She put her hand on top of his to prevent him from unzipping her, but she wasn't quick or decisive enough. She heard the sound of the zipper as it was pulled down to the middle of her belly. Oh no, she thought, this is going too far.

He put his hand inside her sweater for the first time and she felt his warm hand against her skin. All the while he kept kissing her, causing her mind to be in constant turmoil. It almost felt like the air was knocked out of her when his thumb found her nipple.

He slid his hand all around her breast and freed it from the sweater. The cold air gave her goose bumps but his hand was warm. She couldn't believe she was showing him her breast. This was much further than she had ever thought she would go.

Finally, he broke the kiss and instead his head went down to her chest. His hot, wet tongue circled her nipple causing her to tremble all over. He sucked it into his mouth for a few seconds before going back to kissing her on the mouth. Her breast was wet from his saliva now and the coldness of the air felt even more intense. Her nipple hardened like a pink round diamond, it was almost painful.

When she felt his hand sliding off her breast and down to her hip, starting to find its way under the blanket, she had to stop him. She didn't want him to know that she wasn't wearing any panties under the sweater.

'I really can't have sex with you, alright?' She managed to say between kisses. She put her breast inside the sweater again.

'I know...', he said, panting. 'I just don't want to stop just yet. I want to keep kissing those lovely lips a while longer, and I want to feel your breasts. You have the most amazing tits I have ever seen. They're so firm and full, I can't get enough of them. You're so beautiful.'

'OK, I'm insanely attracted to you too. But we can't step over that line, OK?'

'Hey', he said. 'I won't step over any line you don't want to. I will do anything you want me to. And nothing you don't want me to.'

She hesitated for a moment, a last thought of putting a stop to this running through her mind, when he kissed her again.

She would let him kiss her, she would let him fondle her breasts and lick them. And then she would go upstairs with the memory of his mouth and hands running through her mind as she masturbated herself to an orgasm. Tomorrow she would try to forget it ever happened. Just a few moments longer.

The kissing became even more passionate and they were both moaning into each other's mouths. Soon Pontus was touching her breast again, squeezing it and caressing the nipple. It felt so good. Her breathing became even more intense.

They had been in a semi-upright position that was starting to become uncomfortable but now Pontus laid her down on her back as he kept kissing her. She felt the blanket almost falling off them, but her sweater still covered her most private area.

He started kissing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She ran her hands through his thick hair and down his back, feeling his hard body. He kissed her lower on her chest, licking and kissing. His hands started on her breasts again, this time both of them. His tongue made a wet cold trail from her chest down to the middle of her breasts. He slipped his hands inside and pushed the sweater aside, revealing both her round, full tits at once.

He started kissing them, this time with more intensity. It was driving her crazy and she pulled his head harder into her chest. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Then he sucked more of her tit into his mouth, trying to get as much as he could into his mouth. Having her nipples licked and sucked had always been something that could almost make her cum, and this time was no exception.

She was driven mad with lust and when he started unzipping her sweater all the way down, she didn't stop him. She knew this meant he would see her completely naked.

Pontus looked her in the eyes as if to ask permission.

'This still doesn't mean we're having sex, alright?' She said.

'I know', he replied and kept running the zipper lower.

When he had unzipped her completely he got a surprised but horny smile on his face as he saw that she wasn't wearing panties.

'You're so beautiful', was all he said.

He ran his hands all over her body and she knew he couldn't resist letting them run down to her pussy if she didn't stop him. So she took his hands in hers and pulled him down on top of her. They started kissing again and her head was spinning out of control now. He went back to sucking on her breasts again. She felt one of his hands squeezing the breast he didn't have in his mouth. 

It felt like she was in heaven. She didn't even react when she felt his hand leave her breast and start heading south. At first he just caressed her stomach and waist, and then he ran his hand along the outside of her thigh. She let him, she enjoyed it. 

When his hand started finding its way to her inner thigh she knew she had to make a decision. Would she stop him? She knew she should. She felt his hand coming closer to her vagina and it both scared her and turned her on. He didn't go straight for it, but instead let his hand slip past it and onto her stomach again. She thought maybe he knew that was the line they shouldn't cross. She was relieved, but also a bit disappointed.

He stopped licking her breast and looked her in the eyes. He kissed her on the mouth, just the one kiss with a hint of tongue. He looked into her eyes again. She felt his hand starting to move south again, slowly. She felt his fingers run through her trimmed strip of hair. She felt a finger right next to her labia. They kept looking into each other's eyes. The look on his face asking if he was going too far. The look on hers pleading. Begging him to stop, begging him not to.

When she felt a finger touch her labia she let out the breath she was holding, but quickly filled her lungs again, like she was on a stormy sea and waves were crashing over her. When Pontus touched her again, this time running his fingers softly along the lips of her vagina, she closed her eyes and pressed the back of her head into the couch. She moaned aloud.

This was so wrong but if felt so good. They started kissing again, she wanted more and more of his tongue. His fingers were gently massaging her labia, running up and down their length. She was getting wet and when the tip of his finger dipped into her opening she almost screamed. The wetness of her pussy made his fingers slick and the feeling was overwhelming when he continued to rub along her pussy. He used a little bit more pressure now, and soon found his way to her clit. 

She loved getting fingered by a guy, but she always found it hard to cum like that. Still, she was loving every second of this. Shocks of electricity was shooting up from her clit and into her stomach. 

Pontus was resting on his elbow to allow himself better access to her sex. After having massaged her clit for a while he slipped his finger lower. He rubbed a couple of times along her labia again before he slowly started pushing a finger into her. She felt the wet walls of her vagina squeezing his finger in response.

He had stopped kissing her for a while but with his finger inside of her, she wanted his mouth on hers again. She put a hand behind his head and pulled him in for another kiss. The feeling of kissing Pontus while he was slowly pumping a finger in and out of her was amazing. When he added another finger the feeling was even more intense.

She ran her hands all over his body, under his t-shirt feeling his rock hard muscles. His skin was hot and smooth, she wanted to feel every inch of his body. She started slipping a hand into his pajama pants. He was wearing underwear but she slipped her hand under those too, feeling the soft skin of his ass, digging her nails into the cheek.

Without really thinking about it she let her hand go to the front of his pants, knowing it was wrong but wanting to give him some of the pleasure he was giving her. She had managed to forget that she had seen how big he was in the shower, so when she felt him she was shocked. He wasn't fully hard but it still filled her small hand.

Pontus moaned as she put her hand on his cock and squeezed. She could tell he was getting even more aroused.

'My God, you're big!' 

He didn't say anything but just started kissing her again. Moa felt his cock growing in her hand as she massaged it. It was soon becoming very hard. It felt so incredibly large in her hand, it was turning her on but she couldn't see just how big it was.

'Can I see it?' She asked.

He kissed her again and sat up. He stood up and started pulling his pants and underwear off. Moa remained lying down but saw as his cock came free of his clothes. It was bigger than she had imagined. It was intimidating. But it was so beautiful, especially on Pontus ripped body. She put her hand on it and didn't manage to get her fingers all the way around it.

She started sitting up but he pushed her back down. He got on top of her and kissed her. She felt his cock against her belly.

'I'm sorry', she said. 'But we still really can't have sex. If nothing else, you're just too big. There's no way I could take you.'

He kissed her again. 'And it's still alright if we don't', he said. 'But I don't think it would be too big, if that's your only worry.'

'It's not my only worry.'

'Alright', he said and kissed her again.

He kissed her neck, down to her breasts and further down her stomach. He went past her vagina and started kissing her thighs. His mouth was slowly approaching her pussy, she could tell. She wasn't going to stop him. She wanted it. She was already so close to cumming.

When his tongue started at her labia she just relaxed and let it happen. It felt wonderful. He licked her up and down, occasionally sticking his tongue inside her. When he licked her clit she grabbed hold of his head and pulled him in harder. He started licking and sucking her until she felt an orgasm building up.

When she came it was overwhelming and intense. Her head wouldn't stop spinning when Pontus finally came up. She could see his face was wet with her juices. She pulled him closer and started kissing him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. 

'That was fucking amazing', she said with a smile on her face.

'Happy to be of service.'

She looked down and saw his huge cock still hard. There was no way she would fuck that thing, but she had to return the favor. She scooted to the side and let him lie down on his back. 

She started kissing his hairless chest, licked his nipples. She let her mouth leave wet tracks on his stomach, kissing every muscle of his abs. When she got down between his legs his cock was right in her face and it looked even bigger up close.

She grabbed hold of it by its base and pointed it straight up. It was so thick and heavy. She started licking the shaft, starting at his big balls. She heard him grunt as she got his cock all wet and glistening. She put her hands around it and started running them up and down. She had never been with a guy before with a cock that made you feel like you needed both hands to jerk it.

Precum was starting to leak from the top and she tasted it. It tasted good. She let her tongue circle the head a couple of times, causing louder moans. She put her lips on the top of the head and sucked a little bit of it into her mouth while playing with her tongue on the very tip. His breathing was becoming erratic now.

She took the head into her mouth and sucked on it. It almost filled her entire mouth and she had to open her jaws so much it felt like they would un-hinge. She pumped his shaft with her hands and made sure they got plenty of lubrication from her saliva.

'My God, you're good at this', Pontus said between moans.

She let the cock slip from her mouth for a second. 'Well I'm doing the best I can, I've never had one this big before.'

'You're fucking awesome.' He was talking like he was drugged out of his mind.

Knowing she was doing something right, she attacked the huge cock with even more intent. She could only get a little bit more than the head into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat but she tried to make up for it by using her hands the way she thought he liked it.

Sucking him off started to turn her on again and she started rubbing her pussy with one hand, even though that meant she couldn't jerk him off as well. The moans that kept coming from Pontus told her that he was still more than enjoying the treatment anyway.

After a while she noticed his breathing changing and realized he was about to cum. She sucked harder and pumped his dick for all she was worth. 

'Oh my God, I'm going to cum!'

She sucked the head into her mouth a few more times until he let out a deep growl and pulled his giant cock from her mouth. She watched as he started shooting load after load of white, creamy semen into the air. The first loads landed on the floor but when the pressure diminished the last drops trickled down his shaft and onto his body. When he had stopped cumming she played with the drops of white with her fingers for a while before snuggling up next to him.



Chapter 15



'So', Moa said as they were lying on the couch together. 'I guess we've really fucked up now, huh?'

Pontus was slowly caressing her stomach. 'Tomorrow we'll forget it happened, alright?'

'Deal', she said. She knew she would feel terrible about it in the morning but at the moment she was still high on the afterglow of her orgasm. At least they hadn't fucked.

She laid there admiring Pontus body. His cock, now soft looked so impressive. She couldn't believe she had sucked that monster off. 

'You're so beautiful', Pontus said. He let his hand run along her body, over her stomach, down to her hips and over her breasts. It felt nice. She kissed him softly on the mouth.

Pontus kissed her back and she wanted just a little bit more. They started making out with a little more passion that soon turned into the tongue-rich kisses of before. He was such a good kisser.

She felt his breath on her mouth, getting aroused again. His hand was exploring her body. When he started fondling her breasts she felt herself responding to his touch with moans that seemed to come naturally and without her mind having control over them. 

Their bodies were pressing up against each other, she felt his cock against her hip. It was getting hard again. There wasn't a lot of room for the two of them on the couch so Pontus lay on top of her, still kissing her and fondling her tits. 

He started to move lower, licking his way to her breasts and then further down. He had already gone down on her once so she figured there was no point in stopping him now.

He started eating her out again. It felt just as good as the last time and she knew she could easily have another orgasm. But some part of her brain told her maybe it was enough already. She pulled his head up from between her legs. Her intention was to finally put this to an end, she just wanted to kiss him one more time.

As they kissed she felt his cock against her belly. She looked down and saw it was again fully hard. It looked so gigantic.

'I should go upstairs now I think', she said.

'I don't want you to.'

She kissed him again, no tongue this time.

'I know, but it's getting really late and we don't want to cross any more lines, do we?'

'No we don't', he said and kissed her again.

This time she kissed him back with tongue, a good-bye kiss. The good-bye kiss felt really good and for some reason it wouldn't end. They started making out again and she felt herself getting more and more aroused. If only this didn't feel so good, she thought.

She felt him move his hips a little, causing him to scoot lower. His cock had been resting on her belly as they kissed but now it started sliding down lower. Pontus kept kissing her as he adjusted his hips even lower. She knew what he was trying to do.

'You're way too big anyway', she said, holding him back.

'I would never hurt you', he said. 'But you turn me on so fucking much.'

He pulled on her nipple and sent waves of pleasure through her body.

'I'm horny too, believe me, but you just won't fit. Besides, we shouldn't do this.'

'No, we shouldn't.'

He lowered his head to her breasts again and took her nipple into his mouth. She could feel him working it with his tongue in his mouth. It caused her to moan again.