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A Story with Emotional Depth

By: notabutch



I had been writing stories about experiences I thought were worth telling, but since apparently readers are interested about relationship sex too, here's a recounting of the time when my ex and I slept together for the first time. 

This was a while ago, before I chopped off all my hair. I decided to cut my hair because 1. Because it's a lot easier to take care of. 2. I was bored with my old hairstyle. 3. I was tired of receiving attention from men. I'll probably grow it out again when I get tired of it, but right now it works the best. At the time, my hair went down to about my mid-shoulders. It was a light brown with natural blonde highlights, and extremely thick. Hairdressers would always comment on the thickness as they ran their fingers through my hair and literally sigh. The specific shade of my hair depended on the lighting or something though. Sometimes people would say I was almost blonde, and sometimes it was a darker brown...very definitely brunette. I've never dyed my hair in my life since I never needed to. I have very light brown eyes, almost the same shade as my hair was on my more blonde days. I'm 5'4 and 120 lbs. People say I'm the perfect thickness for my height, and apparently I have good muscle tone. I think it's from the sports I play, one of which is softball.

Softball is the best sport ever. I'm a catcher, so whenever the ump calls a time during a game, I'll have an opportunity to talk to the batter on the other team. There was this one game where somebody did something wrong, I'm still not sure what happened exactly, but the ump was distracted for about 10 or 15 minutes talking to the scorekeeper. The batter up at the plate happened to be very pretty. She had long, straight, kind of sandy colored hair that she kept tied back in a ponytail. She was American and had the classic blue eyes and very slight freckles. She had well defined cheekbones and from what I could tell from her uniform, a nice body. She was thin but she had some muscle, instead of just being all bony and hard like some of these girls are. 

We started talking about how she was a pitcher. She was actually really good at pitching, and since I have some experience in that department I know how freaken hard pitching is. It's a lot harder than it looks. The conversation moved on to more general things, and soon we were laughing and talking as if we'd known each other forever. A friend who was watching the game took a picture of us for the yearbook, with a caption that said something like, "Michelle is always a good sport" or something like that. I had apparently said something hilarious right before he took the picture because I was saying something and smiling while she was bent over laughing. I cut it out and gave it to her when she moved for college.

The ump eventually got everything sorted out and the game moved on. She got a hit and after a while ran home. Someone threw the ball at me and I tried to tag her out but ended up hitting her right on the face with my glove instead, knocking her helmet off. After the game, I apologized profusely but she laughed it off. We decided that "we should hang out sometime" and I gave her my number. She told me her name was Lauren.

She called the next day and we made plans to go watch a movie and eat dinner afterwards. We watched some horror flick that wasn't memorable enough for me to even remember the name, and which we both agreed over dinner was a lot worse than we thought it would be.

I was talking about how I don't like when movies just focus on the gore, and she started talking very in depth about horror movies and their use of blood and body parts. She impressed me with her intelligence and insight. I thought, "So she's smart. Ten points for her." What was even better was that she wasn't snobby about it. Most people don't think so in depth about stuff like that, but she wasn't most people. I really hate it when girls are stupid, it's an immediate turn off. And what's even worse is when they're actually not, but they act stupid because they think guys go for it. And what's even worse than that is that it actually works sometimes. Why would you want to date a stupid girl? How could you ever have a conversation with her? Talking about superficial things is fine, but when you're actually going out with someone you have to have more depth to your relationship than that.

We were discussing the movie in this restaurant that I really like and still go to all the time. The food is really good and well priced, and the atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable. It feels more like I'm in my living room than at a restaurant. The décor is modern and sort of minimalistic, which fits my taste perfectly. The wait staff is excellent, also. It's completely made up of gay men for some reason, but they are very attentive and polite. We were sitting next to each other on one of the black leather couches behind a table that we were eating off of. Once we had finished eating, we just sat on the couch for a while listening to the reggae band playing and talked about life in general. We had so much in common it was kind of creepy. Sometimes you go for people who are the total opposite of you, but it's easier to get along with people who are a lot like you. Less conflicts.

As we were enjoying the band, I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled into my shoulder. She was exactly the same height as me, so she fit perfectly. It felt so comfortable and so right to be holding her. A few of the gay guys that were around (there were maybe 3 girls, including us, in that entire restaurant) looked at us knowingly and smiled. I love gay guys, usually. I know I'm stereotyping here but it seems like gay guys are usually more sensitive and all around nicer. I have four gay godfathers and I love them all to death. One couple just got a puppy and they're just this cute little family, Ben, Will, and Cookie.

Anyway, at one point we realized that it was 12:30 in the morning. Or at night, whatever. Time had flown by so fast I thought it was still around 9 or 10, and she expressed the same surprise. We decided to call it a night and she drove me home. When we parked outside my house, we said the usual "I had a great time" and "We have to do this again sometime". I was just about to get out of the car when she said, "Wait" then caressed my cheek, running her thumb over my cheekbone. I was lost in the sensation of feeling her hand on my face. It was so soft and gentle. I put my hand up and touched the back of her hand, but that was all that happened because she took her hand away and said, "Good night." All I wanted was for her to keep touching me. I would have been happy to stay like that forever, but I just got out of her car slightly out of breath and went straight to, um, bed. She later told me she did the same thing.

The next time we hung out, we were going to go to this place where there are a lot of vendors that sell different kinds of things, including food, and it's the place to be on Monday nights. Kind of like a fair but without rides or games or anything. We met there and walked around, just sort of window-shopping. There was a huge crowd, and in one particularly crowded area I grabbed her hand so we wouldn't get separated. When we got out and started walking side by side, we kept our hands together and interlocked our fingers. Her thumb (My god, I later learned to love that thumb. She could work wonders with it) rubbed the back of my hand and all I could think about was the feeling of her hand in mine. While we were holding hands, we ran into my best friend Rachel. She's the type of girl that's always busy and is always somewhere doing something with people. I have to reserve her like 2 weeks in advance if we want to hang out. She also has this tendency to speak without thinking first. So when she saw us, she blurted out, "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!"

Lauren and I looked at each other uncomfortably. I broke the silence and said, "Um, sorry." Lauren gave me a surprised look, but I thought she also seemed happy. Rachel gave me a look like, "You better tell me all the details later". I introduced them and we chit chatted for a while until Rachel spotted some other people she knew and headed off in that direction. When Rachel was gone, Lauren suggested we go get some ice cream because she was getting tired of fighting her way through a huge crowd.

As we shut the car doors, the noise of the crowd was immediately muffled and the radio station she had on was playing slow songs from 6-12 pm. Over the sound of some Brian McKnight song she said, "So am I your girlfriend, then?"

She said it with a completely neutral tone so I wasn't sure what she was thinking. I said, "I guess so, if you want to be." 

"I want to be." And that settled that.

When she was dropping me off at my house again that night, this time I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. She kissed back and her hand stroked my cheek like it did before. I broke it right when things started heating up to tease her a little and make her want me more, then smiled at her and told her good night. Again I went straight to bed, making myself climax in a record 30 seconds or so. 

My team was playing a make up game on Friday evening and her team didn't have a game, so she came and watched mine. I was expecting her, but had totally immersed myself into the game. I was catching and I dived to the left to catch a wild pitch. The runner on first was trying to steal second so as I got up I heard her voice call out, "Go Michelle! Nice catch!" When I heard the sound of her voice, I immediately dropped the ball and the runner was safe on second. 

I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the game, knowing that she was right behind me watching my every move. Luckily I did better than usual, other than when I dropped the ball, catching 5 or 6 foul balls and keeping almost all the balls, including the wild pitches, in front of me. After the game she came up and congratulated me on my performance. We had decided earlier that she would sleep over at my house that night, so together we drove to my house.

After I'd showered and changed, I went downstairs and found her deep in conversation with my father. He's a very intimidating kind of guy, but he took to her immediately. They were discussing something about law, which I know nothing about but she seemed interested in it. My dad was very pleased to find someone willing to talk to him about the different types of bankruptcy. 

My mom joined us for dinner and she also really liked her. Lauren was very polite and charming, which parents always just eat up. That's the secret to making parents like you: be polite. Lauren did a lot of that but she also let her personality show through. Everyone was having a great time but personally, I was dying. I had to sit through this whole dinner before we could be alone together, and from the rate it was going I knew it would be a long, long while. During the dinner, we kept exchanging glances when my parents weren't looking. I was sitting next to her and suddenly I felt her hand on my thigh. She trailed her fingertips up my thigh slowly, slipping them under my shorts. She kept teasing me, rubbing my inner thigh but never touching my now wet pussy. I crossed my legs so she had to stop. At last dessert (chocolate chip cookies) was eaten and all the dishes were cleared away, and my parents settled down to watch a video in the living room. Lauren and I went upstairs to my bedroom. I locked the door and dimmed the lights. I have a dimmer, not just an on/off switch, which proved itself useful that night. I turned around to find her right behind me. She took my face in her hands and gave me a kiss. I put my arms around her waist, rubbing her lower back. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and mine met it. Our tongues twisted together sensually as our bodies pressed against each other. Her mouth tasted like chocolate chip cookies but underneath it, I could taste her own distinct taste. I had to get more of it so I kissed her harder, my tongue exploring all the little corners of her mouth. She did the same to me, then as we were kissing she ran her hands down my neck and onto my chest. She squeezed them through my shirt, making me gasp. I hadn't worn a bra under the shirt I was wearing so my nipples had started poking through it. She pinched them lightly through the shirt which made me gasp again. She broke the kiss to pull my shirt off then immediately dived back in, her hands feeling all over my bare torso except where I wanted them the most. She finally took my breasts into her hands, eliciting a low moan from me. She massaged them softly for a while, then passed her thumbs over both my nipples at the same time. 

I had to feel her skin so I took off the t shirt she was wearing and undid her bra. I pressed our bodies together again and I could feel our nipples rubbing into each other's. It felt electric. We kissed and she pressed in harder. We rubbed from side to side, causing little jolts of pleasure to go shooting down from our nipples to our clits. We moaned into each other's mouths at the same time, then without breaking the kiss she pulled my shorts down. I pulled them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them, still not breaking the kiss. I hadn't bothered with underwear so I was completely naked. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips, but I had some trouble since they were very tight. We finally stopped kissing and she practically tore them off, then pulled our almost naked bodies together and kissed me again with such intensity. Our hands were running all over each other's bodies at a frantic pace. I loved the feel of her smooth, bare skin against my hands and her hands on me. Everything pressed together very nicely.

We managed to find our way to my bed without stopping the kiss and we fell on top of it. I was on top of her so I took the opportunity to start grinding my pussy against her hipbone. I started kissing and sucking on her neck, moaning every once in a while. She spread her legs so that my thigh slipped between them. She raised her hips and started grinding herself against my thigh. I could feel her wetness through her panties, but I wanted to feel it straight from the source so I knelt and pulled them off of her. I stopped to admire the view...her pubes were slightly darker than her hair color and were well trimmed. I could see some moisture clinging slightly to the hair around her entrance but mostly it was running down her crack. The insides of her thighs and her hipbone was also wet, the latter from my own juices. 

I ran my finger lightly up her slit, which caused her hips to jump up a little. She moaned, and I crawled up and kissed her deeply before kissing her jaw. I kissed behind her ear, licking it a little, then trailed my tongue down her neck. I heard her start panting and she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling a little. I kissed down to one of her nipples, taking it into my mouth and slowly rolling it with my tongue. I sucked on it, causing her to moan again, then I ran my tongue over it for a few minutes. I moved on to the next nipple, increasing the pressure and this time she pressed my head a little into her chest. Her hips started raising up against my stomach and getting my stomach all wet.

I kissed down her flat stomach, also running my fingertips down her sides as I did so. I dipped my tongue into her belly button, drawing a figure 8 with my tongue over it then running my lips softly over her abdomen and down to the front of her pussy. 

I licked the front over her hair, then put her thighs over my shoulders. I inhaled her scent then licked up and down her slit several times, flicking her clit with my tongue when it passed by. I loved her taste, very musky and smooth and just a little bit tangy. I sucked one of her outer lips into my mouth as I ran my fingertips over the sides and backs of her thighs. She trembled and moaned. I sucked the other one into my mouth and ran my tongue along it, then pulled both lips wide apart. I saw her entrance, which was a very deep pink color. It contracted and relaxed over and over again until I stuck my tongue in it and wiggled. Lauren moaned then made a whimpering sound that didn't stop until I started rubbing her clit in slow circles with my fingers while my tongue was still in her. The whimpering sounds were replaced by low moans, which got much louder when I started using my tongue instead of my fingers.

I stopped what I was doing long enough to tell her that she had to be quiet, then went back to circling her clit with my tongue. She put a pillow over her face but didn't stop moaning. I sucked her clit into my mouth and continued to circle her clit. This made her hips buck and I increased my pace and pressure. She wouldn't stay still, but I kept my mouth glued to her clit and she came onto my face, her juices dribbling down my chin. Her cries were muffled in the pillow and eventually turned into half moans, half sighs. She put the pillow to the side and I crawled my way up her body so I could share her taste with her. Her juices got all over the sides of my mouth and chin, but I wiped it off and slipped my fingers into her mouth. She sucked my fingers clean, then flipped me over so I was laying on my back. 

We kissed again, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other desperately. She started kissing her way down my body, which was a kind of torture for me. I wasn't in the mood to be teased even a little so I guided her down lower so her face was hovering above my pussy. I spread my legs wide for her and raised my hips, letting her know I was more than ready. She licked up and down my slit, except each time she reached the back of my pussy she went closer and closer to my rosebud. A lot more people are into rimming than you'd think. I used to think that it was something only very few people were into but people do it a lot. She bent my legs so my knees were almost touching my chest, then started flicking her tongue over my rosebud. This felt really good, causing me to cry out. It felt sort of like she was licking my clit, except not. I don't know how to describe it. It wasn't enough to make me come though, and my pussy was throbbing and it needed some attention. 

She covered my pussy with her mouth and sucked on it, running the flat of her tongue over my lips. This made me reach up above my head and hold onto the headboard as I moaned her name softly. She sucked each of my outer lips into her mouth, then went to work on my clit, her tongue rapidly flicking up and down. I pushed harder against the headboard as I said her name louder and louder. I soon felt intense waves of pleasure starting in my clit and radiating out through my whole body, making me struggle not to scream. It just went on and on. I'm not sure if it was one really long orgasm or if it was several in a row, but it felt so good I almost couldn't handle it. Usually when I come I feel it mostly in my groin area, but I felt this one from head to toe.

It took me a long time to come down, and I wasn't really aware of anything for a few minutes. All I could do was lay there and pant. She slid her body up mine and we kissed long and slow. It was more of an expression of how we felt for each other than anything else. Kissing is one of the most intimate things you can do with another person...your faces are basically pressed up against each other. Your tongues, which normally don't touch any other people, are touching each other. I felt like I was sharing my most intimate parts with her, which I suppose I did. 

She wiped the sweat from my forehead then said that she loved me. We fell asleep with her head on my chest and my hand caressing her hair and side. This is how my mom saw us when she walked in the next morning, but she was cool about it. She's one of those parents that figures that girls are going to experiment, you know, that I'm just going through a phase, and she was just glad I wasn't getting myself pregnant.

A Story with Emotional Depth Ch. 02



To all the people complaining about how I don't retype my physical description in every story I write: Okay, I'm lazy. Sorry. I had assumed (incorrectly, obviously), for some reason, that everyone would read the story "I Thought She Was Straight" first. Don't ask me why I thought that, I just did. So I figured that I didn't want to make the effort to retype something over and over again because I thought the reader would just skip over it anyway because they'd read it already. So I'm wrong, you're right. And to the reader who "thought (they)'d follow (my) example, skip reading (my) story, and vote a 2" because I'm "just fucking lazy", as they so eloquently put it: if you're reading this, could you send me your email address so I can reply to your message? I have something I'd like to explain to you.

So here it is: I have very short brown hair, but that's the only butch thing about me. I wear skirts, heels, and makeup when I want to look my best. I spike my hair, and a lot of older women (among other people) compliment me on it and tell me it's beautiful. When a guy spikes his hair, old women shake their heads and complain about kids these days, but apparently when a girl does it it's beautiful. I also have light brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. I'm 5'4 and 120 lbs, with an athletic body. By athletic I don't mean ripped, I mean toned. I'm not fat at all but I do have fat, apparently in the right places. People are always complimenting me on my ass, saying it's very nice and rounded. I just think it's big. 

On with the story. One of my previous stories was about the first time my ex-girlfriend and I fooled around. We stayed together for several months, before she had to move for college. After a couple months we decided to try to just kiss each other for as long as we possibly could, just to see how long we could stand it. The rules we had set up were that we couldn't touch each other's breasts, ass, or pussy. Anything else was fair game. We also couldn't rub our pussies against anything. We could press our pussies together because that happens naturally when you kiss, but no rubbing and no unnecessary pressure. We also couldn't rub our nipples against each other's deliberately. Our mouths had to stay above the other person's neck. And we had to be naked.

We were sleeping over at my house again. In the beginning of our relationship I was surprised that my mom kept on letting her sleep over after catching us in bed together our very first time, but she said it was a part of growing up. What can I say, she was in her prime during the 60's. Apparently all the "free love" had an effect. 

We decided to time it. We agreed that at exactly 9:00 pm, we'd start. This meant we had a lot of time to kill. She came over around 6 and ate dinner, so when we went to my room to hang out it was 7:15 or so. We hadn't even started our little game and I was already having to restrain myself. She looked really good in this white pleated miniskirt and a tight, light blue wife beater. I could tell from her bra straps that her bra was also a light blue, and as we were sitting on my bed talking, all I could think of was how she looked without her shirt off. Just imagining myself running my fingers over her shoulders and sliding the straps off made my clit start throbbing a little. I shifted my position so my pussy was pressed up against the heel of my foot, but instead of easing the tension it just increased. I think she was feeling it too because she kept squirming, until she finally said, "Maybe we should just start now."

I quickly agreed and we mechanically stripped off our clothes, avoiding looking at the other's body. I had seen her naked many times, but even then the sight of her nude body still turned me on. I couldn't resist and sneaked a peek at her. Her skin was light colored, without any tan lines. She had just a hint of freckles on her face and the tops of her shoulders, which I always thought was cute. Her breasts were the perfect size, just a little more than a handful. Her nipples were already hard. What I liked about her nipples was that they weren't too big. From reading the stories on literotica, it seems like a lot of people get turned on by very large nipples and areolas, but not me. Her nipples were also perfect, a little bit bigger than a pencil eraser and the same pink color. Her areolas were about the size of a quarter. She had a well-trimmed pussy with sort of dirty blonde colored hair, which I could see was getting a little wet already without us even having to do anything to each other. 

I laid back on the bed, smiling and holding my arms out to her. She paused to look at my body and sort of giggled, saying, "I don't know how long I can last" then knelt over me. I looked at the clock, noting that it was 7:34. I wrapped my arms around her, starting to pull her body into mine, but she resisted. She took my arms and put them by my sides, then still kneeling above me and holding my arms, she kissed me on the cheek. I lay there helpless as she continued to kiss my face, kissing both my cheeks several times before kissing my forehead and my nose. Her kisses were so tender and loving I almost melted. 

She paused and said softly, "You know I really care about you a lot. If you don't like this I'll stop whenever you want to." 

I had never had a serious relationship before, and haven't had one as serious since then. I wasn't used to having people tell me sweet things and look at me as if I was the only thing that mattered. Right then, it felt like my heart would explode. I know this is so cheesy, but I just kind of felt overwhelmed with love and affection for her. I said, "I don't want you to ever stop," and kissed her on the lips gently. 

She kissed back just as gently and let go of my arms. I turned so I was lying on my side, and she laid down next to me and put her right arm over my side, pulling me in close. I could feel our bodies pressed against each other, her nipples poking into my breasts. Her head was resting on my arm, and as my arm curled up and wrapped around her shoulders she rubbed her cheek into my arm and kissed it once. 

"No breaking the rules," I whispered, then realizing that it would be unrealistic to do that, added, "Not yet anyway."

She gave me a smile and went back to kissing my face. I closed my eyes and she kissed each eyelid as her thumb traced patterns on my side. I wasn't even really turned on anymore, I felt more protected and loved than aroused. She kissed my cheeks and her kisses got closer and closer to my mouth. I ran my fingers through her long, kind of blonde hair. She said, "Don't move your lips," then ran her tongue along my lower lip. My mouth opened a little involuntarily but she kept licking my lips, moving up to the top one. She sucked my upper lip into her mouth and ran her tongue along it at the same time, then repeated it on my lower lip. She kissed each of my lips several times, then said, "Okay you can move now," and pressed her lips into mine. We stopped moving our hands and concentrated on the feel of our lips against each other's. 

Her lips were so soft and gentle. I never get over that. Every time I kiss a girl, even if I've kissed her before I always marvel at how nice her lips feel. She was no exception...my entire world became my lips and hers. We moved our lips against each other's and slowly I felt excitement building up again. Our kiss slowly grew less loving and more demanding. 

We pressed our bodies harder into each other's, restraining ourselves from rubbing or touching. It took a lot of willpower. I think we slipped our tongues into each other's mouth at the same time, because suddenly our tongues were swirling and dancing together. We moaned into each other's mouths and our breathing grew heavier. Suddenly she pulled back and said breathlessly, "Slow down," and kissed me again, using her tongue but this time at a slower, more languid pace. 

Her tongue explored every part of my mouth, running over my teeth and feeling underneath my tongue. She tickled the top of my mouth then pressed the flat of her tongue harder against it, soothing the itch away. Her tongue ran between my lips and teeth and over the sides of my mouth. After a while she started pushing against my tongue, and I played with her tongue for a while. Then I did the same thing she did to me, my tongue feeling the smoothness of her teeth and seeing what she tasted like in all the little crevices of her mouth.

My hand started running up and down her side and suddenly I was very aware of her body, not just her mouth. She had pulled away a little earlier, but our breasts were still pressed against each other. Her nipples were touching mine, but not rubbing really. Her fingers ran down my spine and I shivered and arched my back so my body was pressed harder into hers. Her hand rested on my hip, her thumb rubbing my hipbone. We naturally moved so that we ended up with her on top of me, with her resting on her forearms on either side of my body. I could feel her hands on my sides just behind the sides of my breasts. 

I had totally lost any loving, caring feelings I had earlier. I mean, they were still there, it's just that desire and lust had set them aside for the time being. I wanted nothing more than for her to touch me. I could feel her wetness spreading on the front of my pussy and hips, trickling a little onto my own pussy. Not only could I feel her wetness, but I could feel her clit pressing right into mine. Our kiss grew more passionate again and our hips automatically started rubbing against each other. I don't think either of us could have stopped at that point and I just raised my hips higher and rubbed harder. We both spread our legs, which caused our clits to come into greater contact. Her hands finally reached up and started playing with my breasts, her thumbs and index fingers rolling my nipples. I moaned into her mouth and we kept going like this for a long time, kissing and rubbing our clits, with her pinching my nipples. 

I broke the kiss, saying that I needed to taste her. We both needed to come badly by this time though, so she got up and turned around in the classic 69 position. Usually if I'm just trying to come, 69 doesn't work too well but neither of us could wait long enough to make the other come first. 

She lowered her pussy onto my mouth and went to work on mine. She spread my lips and ran her tongue between them, then flicked her tongue over my clit. My hips jumped up as I took her clit into my mouth, sucking on it. While still maintaining suction on her clit, I ran the flat of my tongue over it like I would a lollipop or ice cream cone. She stopped flicking her tongue, then started copying what I was doing. I moaned onto her clit, which made her moan onto mine. That's the good thing about 69, soon you're both moaning and usually you can feel the vibrations in your clit. It's like having someone go down on you at the same time as using a vibrator. 

I started coming, wrapping my legs around her upside down head and pulling her hips hard into my face. My thighs were tingling where I could feel her hair tickling them. My tongue went into overdrive as I started screaming into her pussy, feeling the much needed orgasm. A few seconds after my climax hit, I felt her body tense up and she ground her pussy into my face. A trail of her come dripped onto my face, smearing over my nose and mouth, which made my orgasm even more intense. We both shuddered and lay still for a couple minutes, savoring that post-orgasmic glow. She turned around and laid back on top of me, looking me in the eyes. She kissed my lips, licking the juices off. She slowly licked and kissed off the rest of her juices from my face. Usually I wouldn't think that someone licking my chin would be a turn on, but the way she did it was so tender that I actually liked it. We snuggled up together and fell asleep, totally forgetting about our little game.

One thing about her was that whenever we fooled around it was almost always an expression of how we felt about each other. Yeah, sometimes we'd just need a quick orgasm but usually it was very loving. So I hope that satisfies everybody's need for a story with emotions behind the sex.



A Story with Emotional Depth Ch. 03



Lauren had decided to go to college in California, which meant that we would have to break up in July or August. Both of us were really sad since if she didn't have to move, we would probably still be together now and for years to come. We still keep in regular contact, but I'm not going to California anytime soon so no relationship. It's also confusing right now because sometimes I develop feelings for people that I actually see on a regular basis, but I still care deeply about Lauren. We told each other that if we find someone else to just go for it, which we both have, but those are different stories. 

Anyway, we were both spending as much time together as we could before she left. We had planned to go out clubbing and then have her spend the night at my house on the second to last day before she left. We wanted to show the whole world that we were each other's while we still were. PDA is nice in moderation and if it's not in front of friends. People who make out with each other in front of their friends are so inconsiderate; it's one of my pet peeves. But we were planning on dancing with each other in front of strangers, so I didn't feel guilty. I love dancing. There's something so erotic about how some beats sound. I guess that's one of the reasons I sort of enjoyed myself when I did an impromptu strip show at one party (read "Stripping Isn't So Bad" if you want to read about it).

She came over to my house and we got ready there. We showered and shaved everything, making ourselves smell and feel nice. I dressed in a very, very small, creamy white, almost sheer ribbed tube top and brown miniskirt. If you looked sort of hard, you could see my nipples through it. The top started right above my nipples, and ended just above my belly button. My strappy 4 inch heel black sandals and a pair of silver hoop earrings completed my outfit. Not wanting to be outdone, she put on a lacy black spaghetti strap top that showed her boobs almost down to her nipples and left part of her midriff bare. She topped it off with a black miniskirt and 3 ½ inch black heels. She hadn't put her hair in the usual ponytail and left it flowing over her shoulders, coming to about mid-boob. When she asked me how she looked I said, "Hot! Good enough to eat." 

She said, "Maybe later," and kissed me on the lips quickly before applying her makeup. 

We went to a dance club, finding that the line was almost a block long. We went up to a group of four or five guys near the front of the line and flirted with them until it was our turn to go in. As we walked in, Lauren and I went straight to the bar and ordered water, ditching the guys. Neither of us wanted to be drunk on our last night together, and she had to drive anyway.

We started dancing, finding a not too crowded spot on the dance floor where we could move around. She looked so sexy, the colored lights flashing over her and the dry ice machine making it seem like she was an angel on a cloud. An angel dressed in a miniskirt and heels, shaking her ass to some rap song. We were dancing so that it was obvious we were dancing with each other, but not close enough so that we were touching. We still got a lot of looks, from men and women.

The song "Just a Lil' Bit" by 50 cent came on. We both like this song and we instinctively moved closer until our hips were bumping against each other, then separating for a second before touching again. I was deliberately leaning back so that our breasts wouldn't touch and the only contact our bodies had would be our hips. People were outright staring now, watching us dance together. We pressed our bodies together and I wrapped my arms around her neck, grinding our hips in time to the beat. Her hands came up to rest on my hips and she pulled me in even harder, rubbing her pussy against mine through our clothing. 

I slipped my thigh between her legs and started grinding against her thigh, rubbing my pussy up and down while my hands ran along her sides. She did the same to me, then whispered in my ear, "People are pointing at us. Behind you." I turned my head and looked them straight in the eye. Some group of guys stared back and I looked away without smiling, but told Lauren to cup my ass with her hands to put on a little show. She did, squeezing and kneading my cheeks lightly. 

I heard the song "Tell Me" by Bobby Valentino start playing and I lost myself in the beat and in Lauren. Her arms went around my neck this time and our bodies rubbed and ground against each other to the rhythm of the song. I could feel her pushing her breasts into mine and her nipples pressing into my breasts. Since we were dancing, our nipples would rub together and soon it was obvious to anybody watching (and that was like half the club) that we were turning each other on. Our nipples were straining against our tops and my black silk thong was getting pretty wet. 

I decided that I wanted to know if she was wet too so I pulled my body away a little and slipped my finger into her thong quickly, before taking it out and revealing that my finger was glistening with her juices. I said in her ear, "Someone's a little wet," and smeared her juices over her lips with my finger. I had totally forgotten about anybody else at this point.

She licked her lips, then said, "I bet you are too." She didn't need to check, though, since I lifted our skirts up a little and started grinding against her thigh again. Without the skirts between us, my panty-covered pussy was rubbing directly against her thigh. I was wet enough so that I spread some of my juices over her thigh. She did the same to me, and soon both our thighs were sticky with the other's juices. We were starting to breathe harder through our mouths and we were covered in a very light layer of sweat. 

Our faces were inches apart and she looked at me and said in a voice that was both husky with desire and at the same time kind of tearful, "This is the last time we'll ever dance together."

I said, "Let's not talk about it," and leaned in so our mouths were almost touching, but not quite. We instinctively opened our mouths wider but still we didn't move forward that last couple millimeters. I said into her mouth, "Stick out your tongue." She did and I slowly took her tongue in my mouth, sucking on it. We started grinding our hips a little more violently as I felt a new rush of wetness coming on. I stuck out my tongue so that our tongues were caressing each other's, but outside our mouths. We both leaned in closer and started kissing normally, her arms wrapping around my head and her hands playing with my hair. 

We went on like this for God knows how long, but suddenly she pulled back and separated herself from me. I was confused, but she said, "I have to have you. Now," and took me by the hand and led me out of the club past all the people staring wide-eyed. I was flushed and out of breath, but managed to walk out as dignified as possible considering there was a trickle of my juices running down my thigh that I thought everybody must be seeing. 

We walked as fast as we could with our heels to the car. A car ride has never been that long. It felt longer than that time when I drove from Washington state to Wisconsin. Don't ask me what I was doing in Wisconsin, since I sure as hell don't know. It's a long story. 

We finally got to the house and I fumbled with the house keys, trying to find the right one as Lauren came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing the back of my neck. I finally found the key and I opened the door, stumbling inside before Lauren closed the door and shoved me against the wall, kissing me hard. I was afraid somebody might be in the kitchen or something but the house was silent. We alternated between trying to get to my bedroom and making out, finally getting to our destination and tearing off all our clothes. We left the shoes on since it would take too long to take them off. I don't really like having sex with shoes on, but I was too turned on to care right then. 

Lauren was being more aggressive than usual. She pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me, grinding her literally dripping pussy on my hipbone. I spread my legs wider and she moved between them, pushing our clits together. She rubbed at a frenzied pace, making the bed bang against the wall. That doesn't happen very often with lesbians. 

The room was filled with the sounds of moaning and a soft, wet squishing sound. Our moans got louder and louder until Lauren cried out and pretty much pounded her hips onto mine as her muscles started clenching. This sent me over the edge, my hips bucking against hers and increasing the friction. 

We slowed down our pace and eventually stopped, trying to get our breathing under control. We made love slowly for the rest of the night, enjoying the feel of each other while we still could. I never wanted to stop, but eventually the sun rose and she had to leave to pack and get ready. We sat naked on the bed for a while, crying into each other's necks and stroking each other's faces. We told each other several times how much we loved each other, and how we'll never forget each other. Hearing that never got old, especially since it came from her. 

She left the next day, looking back at me as often as she could while she was standing in line to get her carry on bags checked. When she was cleared, she turned around and stood there, just looking at me. I think she was trying to burn that image into her brain. She blew me a kiss and turned around, walking around a corner and out of sight.