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Take My Breath Away

By: jessy19



Josh sat at the beach alone one late Friday night. He'd been invited to a bonfire with some of his friends from high school, but for some reason he left the party needing time alone. He was another eighteen-year-old graduate who had no idea what he was going to do with the rest of his life. There were so many things to study, yet he couldn't pick what to study and if he did he might be stuck doing that for the rest of his life. He didn't want to be that way. He wanted to do something different with his life. 

He sat alone on the sand with nothing but a small blanket underneath him. He looked around seeing happy youths squealing and cheering for finally be able to go out into the real world. The real world that sounded scary. He was miles away from the crowds of celebrating youths and yet he could see hear them. The bonfires looked like small dancing lights from his view. 

Josh often felt alone and he knew after the summer was over, he'd never be able to see his friends much. It was such a sad time, why couldn't these other teens understand that? He laid down looking up at the bright sky. The stars were sliver chandeliers hanging from the sky and he only wished he could go back in time, back to when things were easy and he was happy. He felt his eyes heavy as he gazed up at the sky. The breeze was light brushing on his skin almost hypnotizing him as he fell in a deep sleep.


He woke up suddenly to the sound of a sweet feminine voice humming a beautiful tune. Josh still in a daze, got up feeling his head hurt. He had no idea what time it was or how long he'd been asleep, but the sky was still dark. He looked all around to see who was the beauty behind the soothing voice. He didn't see anyone and it seemed like all the graduating teens had left home. The beach was deserted now, but Josh knew he wasn't alone. 

Getting back to his feet he felt dizzy as he gathered his blanket from the sand. The beautiful humming continued but he didn't seem to see who it was. As he started to walk back to his car, the humming got louder making him turn around instantly. What he saw was a girl in the water. He was puzzled as to why a girl would be all alone in the sea this time of night. He put his blanket in his car and walked over to the water letting his bare feet get wet. 

"Excuse me? Are you OK?" He yelled out over the noisy water.

He heard the girl laugh softly. The most beautiful laugh he'd ever heard. "Come in here with me." She said happily.

This girl must be insane!  Josh thought for a minute.

"No I have to get going home. It's late already. Now I don't want to leave you here all alone."

She continued swimming happily in the water splashing around. "Please join me in here. The water feels great tonight. You're going to love it! Please!" She begged so sweetly.

Josh felt hopeless to talk to this obviously crazy girl. He threw his hands up in the air and began to walk away. After all she wasn't his responsibility. Was she? As he started to walk away she hollered loudly making him stop dead in his tracks.

He turned to see the girl getting closer to shore waving at him. "Please Josh." She said making his heart almost stop.

"How in the world do you know my name?" Josh asked almost scared.

She laughed again sweet as ever. "I know you very well. I know you're scared of what the real world has for you."

Josh was stunned and was almost frozen listening to the girl. "W-who are you? Do I know you?" 

She dived down and back up now drenching her long hair. "Come in here with me please! Don't make me beg too much. I don't like that."

Josh shrugged and was about to dive in but she stopped him immediately. "Wait! Take off your clothes! You can't dive in her all clothed up."

Josh swallowed hard. He'd never been naked with a girl and he sure as hell never gotten naked with a stranger. "No way. Is this some sort of joke my friends have set me up with?" He said in anger.

The girl moved closer letting him finally be able to view her with the moonlight. The girl was no girl. She was something else alright. She was absolutely stunning. Her hair was dark as night and super long. It looked like it had to be at least up to her waist. Her eye color was still a mystery, which now Josh was longing to discover. 

"This is no joke Josh. Please? Trust me it's going to be so much fun." She splashed in the water again humming her sweet tune.

Josh knew this was too bizarre. He looked around again to make sure none of his friends were watching him and laughing at him if he got naked. The beach was absolutely abandoned. He felt his heart racing with fear and yet excitement of getting naked in the water with this beautiful girl. He still hesitated.

"Why don't you come out here? We can talk out here can't we?"

She stopped swimming and floated in the water. She stared hard at him with pleading eyes. "I can't go out there. I'm naked. Please just join me and we can swim and talk. I bet you've never done that with a girl."

Josh scoffed. "No I haven't but then again no girl has ever asked me to swim naked with her."

"Hmmm that's strange. You're really a handsome guy. I can't figure why a girl wouldn't invite you to do something so fun and sexy."

 Handsome?  Josh thought to himself. He'd never considered himself handsome but he wasn't horrific looking either. He thought he was too skinny and way too tall. His eyes were a dark blue and his hair was almost always messy in a shade of dark brown. This girl was not going to quite until he removed his clothes and joined her in the water.

"Oh ok I'll get naked but can you turn around please? I'm not used to presenting myself to just anyone."

The girl giggled and did as he requested. Josh's trembling hands were slowly removing his clothes. He took off his t-shirt first looking down at his flat stomach and skinny arms. Then his dark blue cargo shorts came off leaving him in his boxers. He decided to just keep his boxers on and was going to enter the water that way when suddenly the beautiful girl turned around.

"I said all naked please." 

Josh quickly tried to cover himself up. "I told you to turn around."

"Yes you did but you also said you were going to get naked. That means to even take off your underwear. There is no point coming in here with your underwear while I'm completely naked is there?"

Josh knew she was right. He didn't like people cheating or tricking him so why should he do that to this beautiful girl who was the first girl ever to invite him to do something so sexy.

"Ok, Ok I'll get naked but I have to go soon. I don't even know what time it is."

The girl didn't respond and just continued to swim happily. Josh's boxers came off and he was left completely naked trying to cover up his cock. He slowly walked to the water feeling the coldness of the night water touch his skin. His skin shivered at the touch of cold water but slowly got used to the feeling. He floated his way close to the beautiful girl. Finally he was there right in front of her looking at the most enchanting face ever. Her skin was white and completely flawless and her eyes were the bluest he'd ever seen on a person. They glowed with joy as she smiled at him.

"Finally you join me! Oh Josh don't you know how wonderful it is to have you here with me?" She was swimming closer to him. 

"What's your name?" He blurted out.

She didn't say anything and just put her arms around him. Josh swallowed hard feeling her obvious large breasts pressed against his chest. She looked at him and stroked his hair. His cock was slowly getting hard even in the cold water, which was now starting to feel warm. 

Josh boldly put his arms around this gorgeous girl. This gorgeous stranger that had suddenly come into his life. Her long hair was soft as silk and her skin felt like soft rose petals. 

"Josh you can kiss me you know." She said softly.

Josh didn't hesitate and leaned down to kiss her soft lips. It was the most amazing kiss he'd ever experienced. Her bottom lip was so pouty that he sucked on it as she moaned so sweetly letting him know she was enjoying it. Her sensual tongue quickly met with his. They kissed so seductively as if they'd been lovers for years.

Josh had never known a girl to be this forward with him or this physical. This girl must have tons of guys drooling over her and she had the power to make a guy do almost anything for her. It felt like forever that he was kissing her and feeling her beautiful body until their kiss broke. The young girl raised herself up and tossed her long hair back letting him get a view of the pair of the most beautiful breasts ever! 

Her nipples were so erect and large. They looked somewhat of a dark pink color and her creamy breasts were at least a small d-cup size. He gasped as he stared at her bare chest and she bit her lower lips as she slid her hands around her breasts as if she was massaging them. He just looked at her touching her breasts and felt his cock want to be between them feeling how soft they were. 

"Do you want to feel them Josh?" She asked sweetly.

Josh could only nod and moved forward reaching out his shaky hand to feel her big breasts. He sighed hard as her felt her soft breasts with each hand cupping them and moving them around. She closed her eyes feeling his touch. She'd been dying to have a real man touch her like this, feel her woman parts. 

Josh held her nipples in between her fingers twisting them and lightly pinching them. He heard her wail quietly with her head tossed back and her eyes shut tight. He dove down to put his face on her breasts. His face caressed them as so did his lips. He took of nipple and sucked on it hungrily as his fingers continued to play with the other nipple. He so desired to feel between her legs but he knew he was going to try to be a gentleman and only do that if she requested it. 

He continued to suck on her luscious nipples and fondle her breasts. She obviously didn't have any intention of stopping him. 

"Josh can I touch you?" She asked finally opening her eyes and looking deeply into his. 

"Y-yes please do. Touch me all you want." Josh demanded.

The young girl moved her hand down her chest and stomach. Josh felt the rush of excitement of being touched. He'd never had sex or even oral sex growing up. He'd kissed a few girls and played with some girls' breasts and pussies, but never gone all the way. He panted feeling her soft hand wrap around his cock as she began to stroke it with nice long hard strokes. Josh now closed his eyes moaning hard. The girl kissed his neck and chest as she jerked him off. He felt her lips sucking on his neck hard as if she was marking her territory, which he didn't mind. He would be more than delighted to be hers.

Suddenly she stopped jerking him off and kissed him hard. He was still completely lost in this stranger. Their kiss was passionate and full of lust and need. She trailed kisses down his young body and suddenly looked up giving him a warm smile. She then dove into the water and he just stood there confused. He was confused and left aching for more of her and just as he was about to start anxiously looking for her, he felt something warm and so tight on his cock. He looked down and she was starting to give him oral pleasures. He paused and closed his eyes once again letting out grunts of pleasure as this beautiful girl was slowly taking his breath away and letting him experience the pleasure a man always desires.

He wrapped his hands on her long hair gripping it tight as he moved her head to the rhythm of his pleasure. He could see bubbles form in the water with each stroke her mouth gave his cock. 

"Mmm suck it you beautiful creature you." He whispered.

She moved her lips back and forth his long shaft and swirled her tongue around his throbbing mushroom head tasting his precum, which was almost as salty as the water itself. She felt herself thrilled to have this young man be with her. A real man finally. She loved his taste and how he moaned. His cock veins were rubbing on her lips each time she ran her lips back and forth.

Josh's eyes rolled back he felt his balls swell up like never before as he was about to shoot his load hard inside this beautiful girl's mouth. The thought of her just swallowing up his seed made him hotter. He could feel her hands caress his balls and move them around as if she was mixing his cum getting it ready to spurt out. 

"I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Drink it please! Drink it!" He yelled out.

Josh knew it wouldn?t be long until he came. It was going to be the hardest orgasm he had or ever would experience. Josh felt his body tighten and his breathing became harder as he felt his first shot of cum shoot up inside the beautiful girl's mouth. It was a hard spurt and the second, third and fourth spurts were just as hard. 

"Arrrrggggghhhh!" Josh groaned loudly still feeling his cock hard as a rock. 

His heart was beating fast as if it wanted to just jump out of his chest. He still felt the warmth of this girl's mouth wrapped tightly around his cock as if she didn't want to take it out of her mouth. It was a few minutes until she finally came back up not breathless at all. She held him close to her and they kissed with his taste lingering in their kiss. 

"Josh I love you. I'm in love with you." She said looking into his eyes.

"I-I love you too. I don't even know you, but I love you. No other girl has ever made me this excited. Please tell me your name." He implored.

She nodded. "I can't tell you my name. You probably wouldn't even be able to pronounce it. I have to go now Josh."

She was starting to swim away but he grabbed her arm hard. "Wait! Please don' leave me!"

She pulled away with tears in her eyes. "I have to. You and I could never live a normal life."

"What? A normal life? Well then I don't want a normal life. I want to live the most abnormal life with you beautiful."

"I know you're going to be OK out there in the world."

"What are you talking about? It's not about the world out there that I'm worried about now. I want you. You appeared to me this wonderful night and now you're leaving me? Please don't. Let me make love to you and love you for the rest of my life."

He saw streams of tears roll down her pretty face. "You can't make love to me. Josh I'm a mermaid. We come from different worlds. I live here underwater and you're in the real world."

Josh felt even more confused and lost. "A mermaid? Yeah right!" He scoffed.

She looked away and sighed. "I knew you wouldn't believe me. It's hard living here underwater away from people that I can talk to. It's too quiet and all I do is swim around all day."

Josh stopped and looked at her closely. He moved closer to the beautiful girl and reached down slowly with his hand rubbing her flat stomach and then he felt the fins. Shocked, he jumped back and his eyes widened.

"Y-you're not lying are you?" He asked nervously.

She nodded. "No. I'd never lie to you."

He felt his heartbreaking. He knew it was too good to be true. A beautiful creature such as this wonderful girl coming into his life was almost impossible. Now he had her but she was a mermaid who lived in the sea and he was human who lived out in the world. Oh how he would do anything to be a fish and be able to live with her under the water where it's peaceful and quiet. Where he would have no worries just swim free in the deep blue sea for the rest of his life. Best of all he'd be able to spend the rest of his life with this gorgeous girl. The girl of his dreams. 

"Let me come with you." Josh said anxiously.

"You can't live with me Josh. You're not a fish. You can't breathe underwater."

Josh looked down in disappointment. "Yes I know. You think if I close my eyes and wish really hard, then I would become a fish?"

She laughed. "No as much as I wish or you wish it can't happen."

"Oh I know I was just hoping to leave with you. To live in a new world and get away from all the corruption in my world."

She moved closer to him putting her arms around him. "Only you can make your world a better place. I'm sure you'll do a fine job of that too." She kissed him softly and he held her tight. 

"Thank you for giving me this wonderful time in my life. I don't think anything will ever compare to this."

"No thank you. Thank you for finding me and letting me experience such wonderful joy."

Josh kissed her small hand as she started to swim away. "I love you. Don't forget that." She said turning back to give him one last look.

"I love you too. You completely took my breath away tonight. I only wish I didn't need to breathe so I could be with you."

She blew him a kiss and dove down slowly disappearing into the water. Josh just floated quietly looking at her until she was no longer visible. He heard the water tide begin to get rough and he slowly made his way out of the water. He suddenly heard the sound of people around him. He was naked so he covered himself as much as he could with his hands and rushed to get into his car. The noises surrounded him closer and closer. He got in his car and laid down in the back seat hoping no one would see him. He looked up and saw a bright shining light almost blinding him. He shut his eyes tight and when he opened them, he laid there in the sand just where he had been. 

"Josh you OK man?" One of Josh's friends stood over him flashing a flashlight in his eyes.

"W-what? Y-yeah I'm fine why do you ask?"

"You've been asleep for a while now so I was just checking up on you buddy."

Josh sighed and raised himself up on his elbows. "I had the most bizarre dream. You know I think I know what I wanna study in school now."

"Oh? What?" 

"Marine Biology. I love the sea and the fish."

"Really? You've never mentioned that. I thought you wanted to be a lawyer like your father?"

Josh nodded. "No. I want to study the life under the water. I know there's gotta be something or someone I will find down there."

Josh's friend looked at him as if he was on drugs. "Uh ok dude whatever you say. You gonna join the rest of us for some fun or what?"

Josh grinned. "Yeah I think I will. Give me a few minutes to drive back over there."

"Alright then we'll wait up for you." Josh watched his friend get in his car and leave.

Josh sat in the sat remembering every detail of his wonderful dream. How could he ever go back to living a normal life after this dream? He got up gathering his blanket and going back to his car. Tomorrow would be the start of a new day in the real world, but tonight he wanted to savor the memory of the beautiful girl that lived in the sea. The girl he was determined to find someday.

Take My Breath Away



Disclaimers:

Mine, as always. Sex, love, rock and roll. Okay, no rock and roll, and I know it's supposed to be 'drugs' but I'm not into that. It's just a piece of steamy fluff to get my creative juices back into flowing order. Hope you like enough to let me know it. I always appreciate feedback, and respond right away!

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The motion of the waves brought a soothing calm to the beach and its slowly dissipating dwellers. The sand was still warm from the sun not long gone from the sky, a few flickering rays of light still visible on the horizon. The air was thick and humid yet it seemed just perfect for the two lovers embracing on the sand. A large boulder allowed them the privacy they craved yet their passionate display seemed to indicate a carelessness that only lovers are acquainted with. The strong motion of the bodies undulating on the sand mirrored the motion of the incoming surf, allowing their desire free, unadulterated reign. It wasn't long before their movements became frantic, needy, desperate. They needed each other like a person longs for air, breathing each other in. The woman on top straddled the brunette, marking her territory with a ferociousness that almost seemed wild in its nature. The brunette pulled her closer still, panting from near exhaustion, feeling her entire energy draining into the thrusting body on top. They were feeding off each other, like hungry animals seeking satisfaction. They were getting close, and both could feel it, but the smaller blonde was insatiable. Gathering her remaining strength, she pushed against the reclined brunette and started moving down her long, supple body. The brunette's eyes rolled back inside her head at the first touch of softness. The feelings were too incredible to describe. Her touch was divine and she was sure she had reached and touched the stars. As the moment was nearing, the brunette pushed her hand into the soft blonde strands of her lover's hair, slowly strengthening her hold. When the blonde finally pushed her over the torturous edge, the brunette pulled strongly on her hair, slamming her head backwards and woke up with a scream. 

She was breathing hard, panting really. Her heart was pounding her chest in a steady staccato, making her dizzy. Her shirt clung to her body, drenched in sweat, and the image of her blonde lover was engraved into her eyelids. Jenna couldn't really discern any clear features other than the shiny blonde hair and a pair of blazing green eyes, burning with incredible lust. Jenna couldn't remember the last time she had had a wet dream. And even then it was never that good. She was literally shaking from the effects of her dream. The entire scene kept repeating itself in her mind but for the life of her she couldn't think of any such opportunity that might have brought this dream upon her. Moreover, she didn't know any beautiful blondes with green eyes. That had been quite a revelation since she had found herself increasingly attracted to brunettes. Maybe the dream was trying to tell her something. Shaking her head in wonder and confusion, she got out of bed to shower and change. The clock read 4:00am but she was positive that she would never be able to go back to sleep. 

After a quick shower Jenna decided to go on her morning run. She always enjoyed sports and had the body to show for it. She was tall, lean and muscular in all the right places. Pulling her long black hair into a tight ponytail, she put on a pair of clean shorts and a sports bra, grabbed her keys and left her apartment. 

The streets were expectedly empty as she made her laps around the neighborhood. Morning would be dawning soon enough and with it all her day to day problems. She worked at a small law firm that for some reason contracted more trouble makers than any of the larger firms. Though she hated to admit it, her friends were right, she shouldn't have become a lawyer. Instead, she should have gone for something more artistic since she loved to paint so much. But dreams, as she always said, should be kept in a small box inside our hearts, shut tightly so no pangs of longing might escape and ruin our perfectly tailored lives. She paid for her decisions in her own way, as each of us does.

After her morning run everything seemed brighter. She quickly showered again and prepared for work. That night, she knew her friends would be taking her out on the town in order to celebrate her big 3-0. While happy that she had such caring and considerate friends, Jenna would have preferred to stay home and watch TV, secretly hoping the day would come to a faster end. She hated birthdays because she knew they were days for fermentation. Everybody made such a big fuss over just another day in which you happened to have been born, and for what? For you to realize, and to have it emphasized over and over again, that you've grown older. On such days ideas and thoughts begin crossing one's mind. Day to day facts become glaring mistakes, the past begins raising its ugly little head and the future ceases from looking as bright as it used to be. The fact that she was 30 and still alone refused to bother Jenna. She made it into her birthday mantra. She was a semi successful lawyer with an apartment of her own, and she was happy. Damn happy. She didn't need someone to tell her what to do and when to do it, that's what friends and parents were for. She could keep her independence and find casual companions whenever the mood hit and her house would remain her own. Deep down she knew she wasn't bullshitting anyone but herself, but the mantra kept her busy. And sane!

Her day at work was as hectic as any other. Going through a kind of routine, the day passed lazily yet surprisingly fast. When she first got to work her parents called, wishing her a happy birthday and promising an upcoming celebration. Afterwards, her friends, one following the other, sang the birthday tune, off key, in consecutively irritating, yet somehow adorable phone calls. Their promise for a celebration actually sounded somewhat threatening when she thought about it later on. Their tone hinted that she should be afraid...very afraid. She chuckled wearily at the thought. She was actually looking forward to spending the night with her friends, fooling around. It had been a while since she saw them last and she had to admit that she kind of missed them. Though she would never admit it to their faces. The prospect of catching up and perhaps letting herself relax looked promising, making her day pass all that much faster. 

Finally the time had come. She was ready to head on home and wait for her friends to come and pick her up. The drive to her apartment was fairly short, with not much traffic due to the relatively early hour. They wanted to surprise her, they had said. So there she was, all dressed up and ready to go, waiting for her fashionably late companions for the night to arrive. The doorbell rang and Jenna jumped from her seat to open the door. "Hey guys! Come on in." She motioned the four women and two men inside. Keila, Michelle and Jess were old friends from highschool, Ashley was a friend from work and the guys, Danny and Mark were her college buddies. 

"Are you ready to have some fun, old woman?" Asked Danny, playfully slapping her arm. 

"Are you interested in a couple of broken bones, old buddy?" Answered Jenna with a smug grin. 

The group chuckled when Danny took a step back. "Alright kiddies, let's go. The cars are running, the clubs are awakening and the hunt is about to begin!" Mark howled at the moon. 

Jenna shook her head, having a hard time believing these were her best friends. She frowned when Mark took her left arm and Danny her right, leading her to one of their cars while Jess blindfolded her from behind using a silky scarf. "Hey, what are you doing?" 

"We're making sure you don't peak till we get you to your surprise. You don't want to ruin it, do you?" 

Thoughts started running through her mind, images of possible locations sprang up; it was exciting, she had to admit.

Once they were in the car, Jenna recognized Mark's, Jess' and Michelle's voices. "Where are you taking me? Come on, you know I hate surprises." 

Jess chuckled, "Yeah right. You know you love them so shut up and just enjoy the ride." 

Jenna frowned. 

"So, how do you feel, now that you've crossed the threshold and there's no way back?" Mark smiled from behind the wheel. He loved teasing his friend, mostly because she was such an easy target. He had known her from the first day of college. She was having trouble finding the law building and he happened to have stumbled upon it in his aimless wanderings. It was friendship at first sight. She was actually the one who had introduced him to his fiancée, Michelle. 

Jenna chewed on the inside of her cheek slightly before answering. "You must be forgetting something, my dear Mark. You're older than me!" She yelled at the back of his head. 

Mark laughed loudly in response when Michelle patted his arm. 

Less than half an hour later the drive was over and they parked their cars. "Can I take this off now?" Asked Jenna, indicating the scarf. 

"In a minute, hold your horses, will ya?" Said Jess. 

They pulled to a stop and Jenna slowly blinked her eyes open, trying to adjust to the dimness of the night. A few feet ahead stood a club with a large sign hanging over it, The Cat's Den. People were crowding the club's entrance, filling the sidewalks with chatter and smoke. It looked dingy but Jenna figured it would be as good a place as any to relax with a drink or two and have some fun with her friends. 

"Nice, ain't it?" Asked Danny.

Jenna raised an incredulous eyebrow, "You've gotta be kidding, right?" 

"What, you don't like?" 

"Well, to tell you honestly, it kinda looks like a dump, and that name doesn't even make any sense." 

"Always a critic." Danny shook his head and pushed her forward. 

Before Jenna could take another step, she found herself on her knees, clutching her chest, staring widely somewhere ahead, deep into the crowd. Her friends were frantic with worry as they tried to find what the matter was. They kept asking questions that simply bounced back unanswered because Jenna's attention was thoroughly and otherwise captivated. For the first time in her life, she realized what it meant to have your breath rush out of your lungs, feel them burning with lack of air as your heart resumed beating double pace. She couldn't swallow, her tongue was too thick and her throat was completely parched. She was sweating though there was a cool breeze blowing. No one could explain her crazed reaction until they saw someone looking just as intently from the other side of the street. She was petite, with short blonde hair. But what made Jenna's heart stop beating for that eternal moment in time, was the pair of intense emerald eyes searing through her soul. They had a hold on her that no one could seem to relinquish. The blonde stepped closer, coming out of the crowd like a siren rising out of the sea, intent written all over her features. When she was close enough to touch, she raised a gentle hand and caressed Jenna's soft tresses with the tips of her fingers. 

The touch was electrifying. It brought Jenna back to life. Air suddenly filled her starved lungs as the rest of her body resumed its normal functions. Without wavering from the intense gaze, Jenna placed her hands on the softly rounded hips of the blonde and used her leg muscles to pull herself to her feet. Standing in front of her dream phantom, Jenna was sure she was hallucinating. She was positive that old age had gotten the better of her and was playing tricks on her eyes and other four senses. That sweet smell couldn't be real, nor the touch of those warm hands. She was a phantom, a figment of her overactive imagination and her friends, she had no doubt, thought she had gone off the deep end. Swallowing thickly, yet afraid to utter a single word, she leaned closer to her phantom. She had to know if she was real. The touch of those pliant lips against her own made her blood boil. Her taste was too much. She was definitely real and alive, and right there in front of her. A stranger that caught her eye in a dark alley. That thought quickly pulled her from her stupor and she jerked backwards, almost head butting Danny who was standing close behind. Her friends were slackjawed when she looked around. She was just as surprised. In all her years she had never done anything remotely close. 

The blonde phantom was the first to speak, "I'm Drew." She smiled charmingly and offered her hand. 

Jenna bit her lip in nervousness, taking the warm hand into her own. "I'm Jenna. I'm so sorry..." Before she could finish her sentence, Drew stopped her with a second kiss. 

"I'm not." Drew knew that her companions were watching and that they probably didn't approve, but she didn't care. She had never felt this way before. If love at first sight was a running joke for her like, she had to laugh at the irony. Fate liked to play cruel jokes on people, but sometimes, the irony was practically poetic. 

"Ahem." Mark decided to break the love fest in order to see what the heck was wrong with his friend. She never acted that way and so blatantly provocative with a girl like Drew. Drew was dressed to kill, she had on a pair of knee high black leather boots, a shorter than short black mini skirt and a red tank that left little to the imagination. It was quite clear what the girl did for a living, but her behavior toward Jenna was strange and questionable. 

Jenna glanced toward Mark. She was confused and disoriented and all she really wanted was to feel those soft lips against her own for an eternity. 

"Jenna, I think we'd better head inside. We're making a scene," Said Mark.

Drew gulped visibly and took a step back. She was afraid to return to her mates but her fear of leaving Jenna behind and never seeing her again equaled and even surmounted the former. She lowered her eyes as though in guilt and was prepared to face the consequences when a firm hold on her arm stopped her. Slowly, she raised her head to look into an intense pair of blue ice chips that threatened to rip her heart into shreds. "Don't go," Jenna whispered, afraid that if she said anything any louder, the dream would snap and burst into a million little pieces. 

Drew's lips stretched into a tiny smile and she accepted the silent invitation to move closer, into the brunette's personal space. Before another scene could ensue, Mark grabbed Jenna's left arm, trying to pull her away from the smaller woman. "Come on, Jenna. Let's go inside. This isn't exactly the surprise we meant for you." He chuckled dryly. 

Jenna turned half a glance in his direction, never quite losing contact with the blonde, "Mark, please. Let go." When his hold only continued to grow firmer, her blue eyes turned fully on him, burning a hole into his face, "Mark!" Mark dropped her arm unceremoniously and stepped back in shock. It was the first time he had heard his friend actually snap at him that way. 

Two of Drew's "friends" were beginning to make their way toward the forming crowd, deciding they had waited enough on the sidelines. Sauntering their way through the throng of people, their heels made a clinking noise that reverberated in both Jenna's and Drew's heads. Drew pulled Jenna's face closer and whispered hotly in her ear, "Come with me." There was no room for questions, no room for lingering doubts, Jenna was more sure about this than she had been about anything else in her life. She knew for certain that these feelings didn't pop up everyday, and that the dream and the special date were signs from up above that were meant to lead her in this direction. Jenna was sure her friends hadn't had such a scene in mind when they came up with this hell-hole slash club idea, but she was grateful nonetheless. Placing her arm around the blonde's trim waist, she pulled her out of the crowd and toward the parking lot. She didn't need a car, she didn't need anything but the beautiful girl hanging tightly to her arm. 

Her friends yelled after her, frantic with worry and amazement, but their voices fell on deaf ears, the women were already too far gone. Drew's companions looked on, shaking their heads disapprovingly. Finally, they shrugged and went back to their spot, waiting to pick the next prospective client for the night. 

Jenna wound her arm more tightly around Drew's waist, pulling her away faster, into the darkness of the night. She had to be alone with her phantom, she had to feel the truth with her body, desperately attempting to convince her uncooperative brain. It wasn't too hard to find an empty room at that hour of the night, and Drew, while she couldn't hide a twinge of shame, had to admit that she knew her way around town. They had barely gotten inside the room when Jenna slammed Drew against the door, kissing her roughly, biting and sucking like a starving animal. She knew she was probably leaving bruises but she was happy, she wanted to show the world that this girl was hers. Her mind shut down completely when she felt the small hands unbuttoning her shirt and pants, ripping the material from her over heated body. They wanted to touch skin and clothes were a barrier neither wished to deal with. 

Naked and mauling each other, Jenna led Drew backwards toward the bed. Falling on top of the moaning blonde, she kissed her way down to her throat and then licked a scorching path down the heaving chest. Her taste was real, her smell was intoxicating, and her touch...was tearing her apart. As their naked limbs tangled together they lost sight of where one body ended and the other began. They moved in such perfect sync, making the bed squeak a tune that only lovers recognized. Her tongue couldn't compare to the one she had felt in her dream. This was tangible, she knew it couldn't be anything but real. The pleasure was so acute that it almost bordered on pain as Jenna pulled Drew up by the hair, holding her tightly against her as she thrust her fingers inside for the first time. The movement of muscles clenching and pulling almost made Jenna go over the edge herself, but she wanted to wait, wanted to meld their souls together when the precipice was close in sight. Jenna's back began to arch away from the bed as Drew clutched the skin of her shoulders. Drew's brow frowned in concentration, uttering sounds only heard in the wilderness. Her muscles tensed and she threw her head back with an anguished scream as she spiraled toward orgasm. 

Exhausted but hardly satiated, Drew propped her head slowly on her palm, looking into Jenna's warm blue eyes. She swallowed and looked long and hard. When her breathing clamed she said, "I don't know what this is all about."

Jenna smiled gently, "You are so beautiful." 

Drew couldn't help it, a glistening tear made a slow track down her blushing cheek, landing with a soundless plop on Jenna's chest. 

"I didn't say that to make you cry," said Jenna, wiping the tear tracks away. 

"I'm...I don't know what to say. I know this must be real, but it feels like a dream...a dream I never want to wake up from," confessed a still teary eyed Drew. 

"Then let this be our dream. We don't ever have to wake up. I'll be whatever you want me to be and you'll be...you, my love, my phantom, my beautiful fantasy." Jenna hugged the blonde close to her chest. 

Drew tucked her head under Jenna's chin and said, "But we can't. Everything will change in the morning. We both have the lives we've created for ourselves and those lives demand things from us. They won't let us be together, no matter how much we wish for it." 

There was a long moment of silence that seemed to stretch over an eternity. Both knew the consequences of their actions will sorely follow in the morning, but for the moment they were happy. As happy as either of them could remember being. They didn't know the reason and were uninterested in finding out. For once, they just let themselves feel and follow wherever their hearts led. 




Take My Breath Away



"Real life is way overrated. Ever been to Bermuda? I've always wanted to go there." Jenna smiled when soft wisps of blonde hair slapped her nose. 

"What?" Drew was stunned, she was positive they would only have the night, and was already planning on making the most of it, but Jenna seemed to have other plans. 

"I think 30 years are enough to have life dictated to you by others, don't you?" Jenna raised a questioning brow.

A slow smile spread across Drew's lips. Maybe the Fates had something different in store for her after all. "I can't believe you're for real," she whispered in astonishment. 

"I couldn't believe it either until I felt you in my arms. To tell you the truth, part of me still doesn't believe it." She paused for a moment before continuing, "You take my breath away." 

Drew swallowed her emotions and let a sensual smile curl her lips, "Shall we try to give new meanings to that line, my love?" 

Jenna licked her lips in anticipation, "It would be my pleasure." 

The future looked bright indeed and the past just didn't seem so gloomy anymore. Getting older sure had its benefits.

The End 



Take My Breath Away



There have been butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach for weeks now. The breathless anticipation has almost overtaken my senses. How did it come to this? How did I even manage to get ready today? Is my hair okay? Is my makeup perfect? What if he thinks I am a troll, a complete waste of his time? Can everyone who looks at me see the aching desire and excitement glowing in my eyes? 

This nagging in the deep recesses of my brain told me that I was playing with fire. But who's playing anymore? Unless I make Suzanne turn the car around right now and head for home this is no longer a game. Not that it has been for a while now. I care for him more than I ever thought possible. I mean really, how can you truly know someone just through cyberspace and intermittent phone calls? But the connection is there nonetheless. There's an invisible chain linking my soul to his. Does he feel it too? I guess I won't have to wait much longer to find out. 

"Are you okay Hon?" Suzanne asked with a look of concern on her face. "You look as if you are going to be sick." 

"I'm fine," I stammered, "just nervous as hell and not sure of what I am doing." 

"Just relax - it's a hello drink, dinner and dancing what do you have to fear? Besides, I am with you you are safe." 

"I'm not feeling unsafe just unsure," I replied. 

She just winked at me and lit another cigarette. I know I can tell her anything about him and how I am feeling so I forge on. 

"What if he thinks I am a troll? A complete moron and waste of his time?" I asked nervously the trademark tears sliding from the corners of my eyes. 

"Now knock it off! Don't be doing that! You'll mess up your makeup," She said to me with mocking admonition. "You have planned for this day for so long - just relax you look gorgeous and if he's too blind to notice fuck him he doesn't deserve to know you then!" 

She's always so blunt, that's a characteristic of her charm that I love.

We pulled into a gas station, I needed a Diet Mt. Dew to calm my nerves and we were out of smokes. She leaned over the seat and pulled me into a bear hug. 

"Stop stressing before you make yourself sick!" 

I grabbed a Kleenex and dried my eyes reapplied fresh makeup and took a deep, unsteady breath. The next hour to the airport was going to be agony. Suzanne hopped back into the car and flipped on an 80's station. She knew that if she got me singing to good music it would always draw me out of this protective shell I retreat too when I feel vulnerable. 

We sang at the top of our lungs and spent the remainder of the trip in gales of giggles. And thenI saw the sign: Airport - 2 miles. 

There's those damn butterflies again. I truly thought I was going to be sick. I leaned my head out the window and tried not to watch the road as it quickly moved beneath us or rather as we quickly moved across its surface. 

"You can slow down a little now," I whispered pleadingly. 

"You don't want to miss him sweetie - what if he thinks you changed your mind and are not coming? I don't think he would be too thrilled about that." 

"I know," I said, "but I am scared." 

"I am right here with you Linda it will be just fine. It's 2 friends, well okay, 3 friends having dinner together. That's it!" 

I was not sure she understood. I had tried to explain it so many different ways but it's also a personal feeling deep inside that I was not sure I wanted to share it all with anyone but him. My breath always caught in my throat with the mere mention of his name. My legs felt weak when he called. And these damn butterflies...well they just don't ever rest! 

We parked the car and again I hesitated as she got out and started toward my door. My eyes pled with her to help me through this and I knew she would. Reaching down, she took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently reassuring me that I would be okay and that she was right beside me every step of the way. 

Great friends are few and far between. That is why I try to treasure what friendships I do have and hold dear to my heart. With that thought, my mind jumped back to him. 

As we stepped off the escalator onto the main terminal concourse, I headed left for the water fountain. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe again and my mouth was horribly dry. 

"Flight 116 from Maine is arriving on schedule at gate C" the female voice announced over the intercom. 

Oh shit! I silently screamed to myself, this is really happening. Waves of nausea welled up in the pit of my stomach. I turned to check the monitor with flight information printed on them. I had only 8 minutes before his plane landed. Suzanne was watching me with a half grin/half-worried expression on her pretty face. 

"Maybe he changed his mind and he is not even on the plane," I thought out loud. 

"He would have called," she rationalized. 

Sometimes I just hate her for that! Not really, but it's annoying when people try to make something look rational when I want to wallow in the irrationality of the situation! I truly love her. 

Oh dear me, I don't know if I can go through with this...how was I supposed to greet him? A handshake a hug a kiss? Heaven knows if his lips touch mine the electricity will make me burst into flames. I was shaking my body trembling with each ragged breath that I drew. Suzanne reached over and squeezed my hand. Her subtle reassurances were not helping a bit. I looked into her eyes hoping she would offer me an answer but all I saw were her eyes widen a bit. 

I looked up and there he was. Walking through the doors with a single red rose. I saw him before he saw me and my heart just melted. There was a flood of emotions that coursed through me excitement nervousness delight passion and fear - not to mention the overwhelming feeling of love. All at once I felt assaulted and almost betrayed by my own flesh. Did I just think "LOVE"??? This was it, no more waiting and no turning back. He glanced around and our eyes met. 

He stopped and stared at me before the most amazing smile spread across his very kissable looking lips. He dropped his bags on the floor and opened his arms. In no time at all I was across the room and in his waiting arms. How did I get there? Did I float did I run? I don't remember but it doesn't matter. 

"You are a breath of sunshine," he said to me. 

I looked up at him and smiled. I was not sure if I could speak yet but I took a deep breath and replied... 

"And you...are still giving me butterflies." 

His laughter was so rich and warm. His hazel eyes sparkled with life and light. I could get lost in those eyes. He reached down and took my hand in his picked up his bags and I led him toward Suzanne. As I introduced them, he offered her the rose. 

"Suzanne this is Keith, Keith...Suzanne." I could barely make the words come out. 

"For your friendship to Linda and for helping make today possible," he said as he extended the rose to her. 

We were both stunned...handsome and a complete gentleman. I knew I had better watch out or I would quickly be seduced by this charmer. I could already see the approval in Suzanne's eyes. She had given him the once over already and was slowly sliding her gaze up and down his length. She looked at me and winked. I knew what that meant we have this unspoken language between us. Noting her approval of this hottie holding my handI just grinned. I was on top of the world. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. 

"I could really use a shower," he said as we walked out to the car. 

"No problem, we can take you to your hotel and wait while you get ready." 

We reached the car and Suzanne said, "Go ahead and sit in back, let me be your chauffeur." 

I could have hugged her. All I wanted to do was have him put his strong arms around me and pull me close. Riding in the backseat made that possible. We rode in almost complete silence. He and I were intent on just being close inhaling each other's scents as if memorizing the moment at hand. At one point while just looking into each other's eyes he bent forward and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I swear there's a burn mark there from the intense heat that flashed through me. 

We pulled up to the hotel and got out. As he checked in Suzanne pulled me off to the side. 

"Hot damn girl! He's so incredibly hot! And did you see that ass?" 

I just laughed at her not wanting to take my eyes off of him. If this was a dream I didn't want it to end. I was afraid that if I stopped looking at him he would disappear. 

"I know it," I replied..."he's just too good to be true." 

At that instant he turned around and flashed us one of those breathtaking smiles and asked if we were ready to go up. I thought we would just hang out in the lobby or the hotel lounge and wait for him and I told him as much. His eyes just sparkled and he winked at me. 

"Go up with him I can wait down here," Suzanne said to me. 

I couldn't believe she was saying that! We had specifically talked about this on many occasions and I had told her that if I were alone with him I wouldn't be able to remain platonic in our relationship. Well that is if he were willing to take it further. Hell, I knew I'd fight to take it further. 

What was I doing? What was I getting myself into here? My heart was pounding out of my chest and my knees felt weak just from looking into his amazing eyes. But he took my hand and led me to the elevator. We were alone when the doors shut and as if there were some magnetic force drawing us close we were in each other's arms and sharing a tender tentative kiss. His lips were so soft and tender his strong arms wrapped around me and his fingertips ran up and down my spine. He was sending electric currents through my entire body. If he didn't have his arms around me I would have surely collapsed to the floor. This kiss was unlike any I had ever experienced. Maybe it was due in part to all the sexual tension I was feeling but I knew I could stay locked onto his lips for a long time. His breath was sweet and his lips full and soft. His tongue slowly parted my lips and moved across mine. The butterflies returned with a vengeance. And all too soon the elevator doors opened and we tore ourselves from each other to be able to move down the hall to his room. 

I hesitated about going inside with him. Here I was all alone with a man I had only spent time with over the Internet and an occasional phone call and we are both married! Where did that good girl in me go? You know the one who would never cross a line into uncharted territory. But the door to his room opened and I found that my feet had a will of their own as I crossed the threshold. 

He turned and wrapped me into a crushing hug and his mouth sought out mine in a more demanding kiss, one that left me breathless. My back was against the wall, I could feel his hips pressing into mine. I could feel the heat rising between my legs and I felt my blood starting to boil. A frenzied passion and desire the likes of which I had never known was building deep within me. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and opened my mouth fully to allow his tongue to dance with mine. All too quickly though he pulled away. 

"I really should get that shower in so we can go," he said with huskiness in his voice. 

"Yeah, I suppose you should." 

"Care to join me?" he asked with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes. 

I just giggled, slightly nervous and told him I would just wait for him.

He smiled that incredible smile grabbed his smaller bag and headed into the bathroom. I could hear the water running and began to imagine him undressing and stepping into the steamy shower. Oh how I longed to see his naked body to run my fingernails up and down his silken flesh. 

The ache between my legs was growing with intensity and the fire was raging out of control. I can't lose it hereI tell myself. Be strong and remember that this is a friendship meeting nothing else. 

The water turned off and I could hear him rustling around in the bathroom. It didn't take long before the door opened and he emerged. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that his chest was bare and he was sporting nothing but a towel. And those hotel towels don't leave much to the imagination. Not that I am complaining mind you but I was not prepared for this. I could only stare my eyes wide and my mouth agape. I must have looked incredulous. 

"I left my clothes in my other bag," he explained. 

"Oh," I stammered...I didn't know what to say or how to react. All I really knew was that if I just leaned forward a couple of inches only one small tug on that towel would leave him totally naked in front of me. The temptation was there truly there but I was proud of myself for not acting on that impulse. 

He knew exactly what I was thinking. I could see it in his eyes. But he was a total gentleman and pretended as if he didn't notice the fire and desire in my eyes as he picked up his other bag and retreated to the bathroom once more. I was sitting on the bed and trying to calm my nerves, the butterflies inside would not go away. I almost wished that Suzanne wasn't downstairs in the lounge waiting for us. I would have liked to tell him to forget about dinner for now and just come join me on his bed. But even as the thought crossed my mind I felt my face flush and felt the guilt that I kept buried. If anyone ever found out about this my life as I knew it would be over. 

The door opened again and he emerged wearing khakis and a jade green shirt. His eyes reflected the color of the shirt and turned from hazel to an almost emerald green. Whatever it is that he was wearing smelled so nice and I could feel that rush through my veins again. 

"Shall we go down now?" he asked. 

"I suppose we better." 

I am sure he saw the wistfulness in my eyes and heard my the wantondesire dripping in my voice. But again he was every bit the gentleman and just took my hand in his and we walked out the door. The elevator was a little crowded on the way down so we just continued to steal glances at each other and every once in a while he squeezed my hand. 

We emerged from the elevator and walked toward the lounge. I don't know what I was worried about there sat Suzanne amid 4 other guys. She was certainly not bored and hadn't had to buy one drink yet. She glanced up and saw us coming and grinned when she saw we were still holding hands. 

We sat down for a bit as introductions were made and he ordered a glass of red wine for the both of us. I have never had anyone order for me before and that simple gesture made my heart flip. Casual conversation was easy and every once in a while he would put his hand on my knee or my thigh under the table. I wonder if he had any idea what he was truly doing to me. I'm sure he did know how could he not? But I managed to get through my glass of wine without spilling any or choking on any as hard as it was for me to breathe when he touched me. 

We said our goodbyes to Suzanne's new-found friends and she asked if we minded if she brought one of them along with us for the night so she didn't feel like such a 3rd wheel. Keith quickly assured her that it was fine and she turned to the man sitting next to her and asked if he would like to go out for dinner and dancing with us. His eyes lit up as he graciously accepted the offer and we all went out to load into the car. 

We had decided on a nice Italian meal as it is one of my all time favorites and I felt almost regal walking in on the arm of someone so devastatingly handsome. Something about the way he carried himself made everyone stop and take notice. I was on top of the world and he seemed as if he only had eyes for me. 

Our hostess a perky little brunette with electric blue eyes made no mistake to let him know she was interested. Her flirting was downright embarrassing. But he just nodded to her and turned his attention back to me. I wanted to laugh at her but being a lady I just smiled sweetly and turned my attention to the menu. Our waiter thank god it wasn't another silly girl looking for attention came to take our drink orders and we all decided on wine so Keith ordered a bottle. The general consensus was that we would order an appetizer and then wait a while before ordering our meal. We had plenty of time and just wanted to get to know each other a little better. We ordered a spinach artichoke dip and settled in for some great conversation. We laughed a lot and really had an enjoyable time. When we finally ordered we felt as if we had all been friends for a very long time. 

Our meal was superb. It was even better because every once in a while I would catch Keith glancing at me and we would share a quick smile the light in our eyes seeming to dance with one another. I couldn't wait to get to the club so we really could dance. Ever since our first emails and talking on the phone of being in each other's arms, I have been looking forward to the real thing. Suzanne and John seemed to be getting along quite well. He was handsome and seemed to genuinely like her. I watched them like a hawk though she's been through so much and I swore if another man hurt her I would tear their nuts off with my bare hands. I think he got the picture by my glances and warning looks. 

We finished our meal and Suzanne and I could barely contain our excitement about going dancing. Keith and I walked hand in hand through the restaurant and out to the car. And there under the full moon and a star filled sky we shared the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced in my entire life. Truly it took my breath away. 

I felt as if I was floating on a cloud, I certainly couldn't feel my feet on the earth beneath me as he helped me into the back seat and settled in with his arms tightly around me. We spent the entire drive to the club kissing and exploring each other's mouths and tongues. All too soon the car stopped and it was time to get out. I couldn't wait to get him out on the dance floor to feel his body molded to mine. 

We went inside and found a corner booth and slid inside. Drink orders were placed and "Save A HorseRide A Cowboy" started. Suzanne and I love that song so we excused ourselves and went out to the dance floor. I was stealing glances at Keith and as much as he was trying to carry on a conversation with John he was certainly more interested in watching me dance. And that is okay with me I love to dance seductively and flirty so I made sure he was well aware of my intentions. 

I went up to the dj and requested a song to be played for Keith & I and he actually had it! The music started as I walked back toward the table and I saw a slow smile spread across his face as he took my hand and pulled me close. We danced as if we were made to be close to the song "Fresh Feeling". As the song ended he tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me in for another mind-blowing kiss. I could have melted right then and there. We danced a lot more slow songs and Suzanne and I danced many more fast songs. I love getting wild when I dance and always have such a good time when there's music. But it was getting really late and we decided to go back to the hotel. 

When we got back to the hotel the plan was to go to the lounge as they were having karaoke. I am also a sucker for karaoke so we went and I sang a few songs but then John asked Suzanne if she would stay the night with him. My heart leapt into my throat. She was my ride home! I couldn't afford a room of my own and I hadn't been asked to spend the night with Keith! Besides I was not sure I was ready for that. Ok yes I was - I wanted it more than anything in the world. But she didn't even hesitate before saying yes to him and saying goodnight to us as they left the lounge. She tends to get a little oversexed when she's been drinking. I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights because Keith just squeezed my hand. 




Take My Breath Away



"It doesn't have to go any further than what you want Linda," he said. "But I won't lie to you and tell you that I don't want you in my bed tonight. I want to make love to you slow and sweet and then cuddle with you until I am ready to fuck you hard and long and I know you want it too." 

The look in his eyes was one of longing and desire and I felt those butterflies return as I slid my hand into his and stood up. He raised an eyebrow at me and I just leaned in for a kiss. 

"We'll take it one step at a time and see what happens love," I whispered to him. 

Oh my god - did I just call him "love"??? I said the "L" word to him. Well I didn't say 'I love you' but I might as well have. It must not have phased him much though because we were still moving out the door. 

We almost ran to the elevator and when the doors closed we found ourselves alone again and frantic to kiss and embrace...we had yet to touch each other any place else but that just added to the excitement.

We got off at his floor and breathlessly made it to the door of his room. He fumbled with the key and we stumbled into the room still in each other's arms. Passionately out of control kisses were now taking over all inhibitions as we fell back onto the bed. And then he kissed me on the neck right behind my ear and my pussy spasmed in response. I knew then and there that I was soon going to be dripping wet for him. Oh who am I kidding - I was already dripping wet for him since the moment I saw him in the airport. 

His kisses got bolder and he started to move down to the hollow of my neck and then a bit lower. My head was thrown back and a deep moan escaped my semi-parted lips. My deep cut shirt left my ample cleavage open and accessible to his lips and he took advantage of that. I trembled as he moved lower to bury his face between my breasts. 

Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched my back toward him as my breathing became more rapid. Before I knew it my shirt slid off my shoulders and his fingers unhooked my bra. As my alabaster globes became free his sharp intake of breath excited me even more and then when he bent over to take my nipple into his mouth I thought for sure I would explode. 

The sensations of having him lick and kiss and nibble on me after so long of waiting and so much sexual tension was incredible. I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. I couldn't wait to run my fingers through the hair on his chest and run my fingernails over his nipples to watch them harden. A quiet desperation took hold of me as I leaned forward and took my turn with my tongue on his neck and shoulders. I was not holding back any emotion or feeling whatsoever. If only for tonight he was all mine! I slid down a bit to take his nipples into my mouth each one in turn. His moans of pleasure and pain were like music to my ears. 

I had an idea so I wriggled out from under him and refastened my bra and pulled my shirt back up. I walked over to the nightstand and tuned in some music on the clock radio. He was lying on his side watching me with an amused expression on his face. His rapid breathing made his Bare muscular chest rise and fall rhythmically and it was a total turn on to me. 

"What are you planning Linda?" he asked sweetly, as if he didn't know. 

"You'll see my love," oh there it was again it was coming out so naturally, "but I think you will enjoy it," I replied coyly. 

The music started and I began to move rotating my hips slightly in time to the music. I was going to give him a lap dance and striptease that he would not soon forget. As I pivoted around on my heels and bent a little at the knees and waist my ass rubbed against his hardened cock. 

I loved hearing him moan. He grabbed at my waist to pull me into him but I was quick with my reflexes and resumed my dance. Slowly, I took my shirt off one shoulder and then the other and then completely off. All I had on the top of me now was a lacy black bra. My breasts were straining to be free and at the mercy of his mouth and hands again. Still dancing my dance of seduction I grasped the waistband of my black skirt and unfastened the clasp on the side. I slowly slid the zipper down and let my skirt gather at my feet. Now all I was wearing was my bra my barely there lace black g-string my black thigh highs and heels. 

I thought I saw a burning desire, a heated passion in Keith's eyes and those blasted butterflies returned to the pit of my stomach. As the music continued, I danced closer and straddled him. I deliberately pressed my breasts up into his face as I continued to dance on his lap and ground my pelvis into his. His mouth captured mine and his tongue kept time with mine while I rotated and gyrated my hips in his lap. 

I could feel how hard he was as I pressed into him. I was so excited, I could hardly breathe. I needed to feel him naked against me...I wanted to see his hardness and feel it twitch in my hands and in my mouth. I reached for the button on his khakis as he lay back on the bed with me still straddling him. My fingers were almost aching as I undid the button and fumbled with his zipper. My nerves were back with a vengeance and my hands were shaking. I looked down at him a desperate plea in my eyes for help. He grinned big. 

"You want it bad enough you'll make it happen," he said with a wink. 

"Oh lover you are such a tease. I need your help I am too shaky," I said breathlessly. 

"Well then I guess we wait until you calm down," he said. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Shaky hands be damned I am getting into those shorts! It took me a minute and he chuckled slightly at my determination as I pulled them down over his hips and slid them off onto the floor. And then much to my surprise I noticed that he wasn't wearing anything else. Hot damn! His large cock pointed toward the ceiling twitching and hard as stone. I tentatively reached out to stroke him and he groaned deep. 

"Keith this has been in the back of my mind for so long now I just want to spend time caressing you and holding you and memorizing every inch of you." 

"I know exactly how you feel and I like the way you think Linda, we'll take this very very slow...the first time." 

The next 20 minutes I spent just running my fingers lightly over his body memorizing every inch as if I were blind. I was touching and caressing him and enjoying the reaction I was getting from his body. He rolled me over onto the bed and declared that it was his turn and started roaming my body with his very capable hands. He undid the front clasp on my bra and let it fall to the side. I felt as if my skin was on fire and that fire was being reignited with each touch of his fingers. He slid his hands over my ribcage and down my stomach and then back up again. He was sending shivers right through me and the electricity of the moment was almost too much to bear. His hands came back down to my hips and he lightly tugged on my g-string to pull it down. He slid it all the way off my feet and proceeded to take off my heels. His hands ran up the length of my silky legs and he pulled the lace tops of my stockings down and discarded my stockings on the floor with the rest of my clothes. 

His fingers lightly tickled my ankles and calves and thighs as he explored me just as thoroughly as I did him. And as he reached the inside of my thighs at the very core of my being, I could hear him breathing harder and inhaling my scent. Before I knew it, his tongue was parting my lips and probing inside me. Involuntarily my hips rose up to meet his hungry mouth and his hands grabbed my ass. He was holding me there tightly and licking me into oblivion. 

My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't seem to regulate my breathing. His tongue was working my pussy like there was no other thing in the world he would rather be doing. 

"Please," I begged him softly. 

And without removing his mouth from me, he positioned himself next to me on the bed so I could take his hard cock into my own hungry mouth. Inhaling his scent I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for him to slide in. I started by taking just the head of him and licking him in circles. My right hand was grasping his shaft and the fingernails of my left hand were grazing his balls. I pulled my mouth away from his cockhead so that I could trace each vein with my tongue. Long slow licks up and down his entire length he seemed to be enjoying it. And then I took him in as deep as he would go sucking him hard. His tonguing ministrations on my pussy and my clit got more intense and he had me at the brink of orgasm. I could feel his sac tighten up as he came close to climax. I sucked him harder and deeper until I could feel his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. At the same time my own orgasm was flooding his tongue and mouth. We drank in each other's juices as if desperate for the liquid. 

Contractions subsiding, Keith came to lie next to me and we kissed long and hard. My right leg was thrown over his left hip, our arms were intertwined. Our kisses were sweet and hungry. Passionate, amazing, and intense those are the best words to describe the feelings at that moment. My fingernails were softly caressing his back as we lay there. Every once in a while the sensation would make him shiver. His fingers were drawing lazy circles around my nipples and up and down my cleavage. He was definitely making me shiver. The kissing wasn't letting up and it felt so wonderful to just be in his arms in his bed after imagining it for so long. I certainly didn't want to have to say goodbye but I knew I didn't have to for a while yet so I pushed the thought from my head. 

We were both tired and spent. We continued to kiss and hold each other until Keith fell asleep. I lay there a long time just running my fingers up and down his back watching him sleep and before I knew it, I was off in dreamland myself. Now the dreams I had been having of the 2 of us up to this time had been hot...but now that we had actually met, my dream was intensely hot. I could feel him in me in my dream and knew subconsciously that my hips were moving in response to my dream. And then I heard my name being whispered. My eyes fluttered open only to find him above me his hazel eyes searching my brown ones.

I hadn't been dreaming all of it his cock was parting my pussy lips and beginning to enter me. Just the first inch or two at first...sliding up and down my wet slit and touching against my clit every once in a while. He leaned forward and licked my lips as they willingly parted for him. But he didn't keep his mouth there he trailed it down my neck and all over my shoulders. My hips were straining toward him wanting him to take all of me into his possession but his restraint was better than mine. 

His mouth moved lower until he had my right breast in his mouth his tongue flicking my nipple in frenzy. I was aching with longing for him. He spent what seemed to be ages on each of my breasts making my nipples harder than they have ever been. They hurt but it was pleasurable. Then he moved a little lower and kissed my stomach. 

That was it I couldn't take it anymore! I rolled him over on his back and straddled his hips. It was my turn to drive him wild. I didn't allow my hips to touch his as I kissed my way around his neck and ears.

I moved my mouth and tongue over his shoulders and his chest. I nibbled at his nipples and flicked my tongue over them. I shivered every time he moaned. My fingernails stroked his sides and his arms and I could hear him gasping for breath. I thought that must be a sign of being just a little ticklish. Whatever it was it was turning me on even more. I slid down far enough for his cock to rest between my breasts and let it slide around my cleavage as I licked the tip of his head each time he thrust forward. 

"Please Linda I need you. I need to be inside you feeling you grasp my cock with your tight pussy. I need to feel you cum on my cock as I cum inside of you. Now baby I need it now. Please." 

How could I resist that? His deep sexy voice just gets under my skin and I would do anything under his spell. So I crawled up him slowly and positioned myself right above him. I lowered myself slowly onto his rigid shaft and felt my pussy adjust to his size. I took him in slowly, wanting to savor this moment wanting to savor each moment with him. As soon as I had him deep inside me I just leaned forward until my breasts were firmly against his chest and I held him there inside me. Neither one of us moved except for our labored breathing and a stolen kiss here and there. That is when I felt him jerk a little inside of me and it set me off. I was back up in a sitting position and grinding down onto his pelvisriding him like my own personal stud. His thumb was rubbing my clit as the velvet glove of my core held his throbbing cock in a vise grip. We fit together so perfectly and this lovemaking was incredible. The excitement pulsing through me sent me over the edge as I reached my first climax since he entered me. 

The intensity of it just spurred us both on and we were fucking harder and faster. Wave after wave of intense orgasm shook my body before he informed me that he was cumming as well and we rode that wave together. Tidal waves of orgasms overtook us and we collapsed, breathless in each other's arms. 

"You are amazing, thank you," I whispered. 

"The feeling is quite mutual baby," he huskily replied. 

We cuddled up to each other and fell asleep again. It felt safe and bittersweet. I knew that this had to come to an end. I cried a little in my sleep as my dreams turned to him going home. His arms just tightened around me. We woke up and took a shower getting in a lot of play and a quickie there before getting out and getting dressed. 

As we left his room hand-in-hand it was again as if I were walking through a dream portal. He held me tight as we descended floors in the elevator and when we stepped out into the lobby, Suzanne and John were waiting for us. We all went out for lunch after Keith and John checked out of the hotel. As we ate lunch our conversation was very superficial. I had trouble eating as my stomach was caught in my throat. Keith held my hand throughout the whole meal squeezing it slightly from time to time. I didn't want to say goodbye and our time was quickly coming to an end. I was struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over my eyelashes. I knew I would be fine I just had to take many deep breaths and try to keep my mind on what we had experienced. I knew that the meeting would be brief what I didn't know is how far it would go and how emotional the goodbye would be for me. 

We said our goodbyes to John and Suzanne drove us back to the airport.

As we waited for Keith's flight he and I clung to each other not really wanting to let each other go. And then his flight number was announced and we had to say our goodbyes. Our kiss was deep and passionate making me go weak in the knees once again. It was hard to pull away and whisper that "goodbye" through a cracking voice and the tears that were now spilling over. But I gained my composure and wiped my eyes, kissed him again full on the mouth and hugged him tight. 

I couldn't bear to watch him walk through security so I ran back to Suzanne who held me in a tight embrace and we walked over to the escalator. I did really well until we got into the car and she pulled me into another hug and I wept. We drove in somber silence all the way home she didn't ask, I didn't offer any information. We had stopped a couple of times on the way home, some store was having a sale on shorts she wanted to pick up so I stayed in the car. And we stopped to get gas and a pop. I just wanted to be home I had another whole night without my husband and kids and I just wanted to put in a sappy chick flick and rehash the last 24 hours. 

Suzanne pulled into my driveway and flashed me a grin. 

"It will be just fine stop stressing," she said. 

"Oh I know it will. I am just drained emotionally and physically. I just want a hot cup of tea, some comfy sweats my pillow and a chick flick." 

"Good luck with that," she said. 

I wasn't sure what she meant but I was in no mood to ask. I thanked her profusely for being my chauffeur and for the fact that I knew it would never be broadcast to anyone what went on. We hugged tightly and I walked into the house. There were candles burning everywhere, rose petals scattered on the floor and soft music playing from the living room. I knew that Drew wasn't home. I knew that even if he was this wasn't something he would do anymore. 

"Hello," I called out tentatively. 

"Welcome home baby," was Keith's reply. 

"Oh my god what are you doing here?" 

"John & Suzanne arranged this they didn't stay at the hotel last night they were here doing this for us. John brought me here this afternoon when you thought I boarded the plane." 

I was speechless and the tears spilled over once more. I threw myself into his arms and we began to move to the music that was playing. I knew that tomorrow he would have to go home but that was okay I still had one more night.



Take my Breath Away



I was old enough to be her ghetto mama. There were at least 13, maybe 15 years separating our births, but the attraction between us was strong. Her skin was the color of the deepest ebony; she was BLACK and her skin was hot and soft to the touch. To say she was sexy was an understatement. She wasn't sexy because she happened to be beautiful. Her beauty was part of the package but it certainly wasn't the only ingredient in her intoxicating blend of charms. She oooooooozed sticky, sweet sensuality and feminine mystique. That, combined with an odd elixir of pheromones, created a persona so confident, intelligent, and so goddamn unapologetic in the space she took up on earth that she was like a Goddess. Every step she took was confident; her stride swayed with rhythmic cadence. Her eyes were captivating and she used them like weapons, drawing you in and beguiling you with her charms. 

She hunted me like prey. I wanted to resist her charms but I am, after all, only human and subject to weakness of the flesh and will. I had not built up an immunity to her seduction. I tried for weeks to dodge her advances but eventually, we were alone, in my apartment and I was a victim of her erotic wiles. On my sofa, with nothing to distract us but the barely imperceptible crackle of the candles that bathed us in a soft, warm glow, we talked and touched. She was in no rush and she was completely in control; I was just along for the ride and where we were going I couldn't even begin to comprehend. 

"Here, put your head in my lap," she instructed me and I quickly followed her command. I felt warm and safe there, staring up at the ceiling as we conversed about life and love and the work of James Vanderzee. The sexual tension in the air was so thick, so high and tight, that it put Kid's flattop in House Party 2 to shame. In silence, she caressed my body. My nipples responded to the gentle touch of her fingertips on the exposed skin on the nape of my neck; my sighs were a response to her erotic manipulations. 

She placed her hand tenderly on my throat . . . and left it there. With skillful ease, she began the most erotic massage of my neck. Her stroke was sensual, soft, but it grew more firm and intentioned gradually. The sensations I felt were new, exciting and her eyes never left mine and she began to apply the slightest pressure to my throat. I was moaning, or I should say, I couldn't help myself from moaning. I was in an erotic trance. I kept getting more and more aroused. I didn't understand what was happening; all I knew was that I didn't want her to stop. I wanted and needed more. Every time she would squeeze my neck just a bit harder I felt the blood rush to my head, it pulsed and throbbed but it wasn't just in my head. My pussy felt the sensations just as much. I was in a trance, a daze from lack of oxygen and an excess of arousal. 

"More, I whispered," and she responded in kind. She grabbed my throat and started to squeeze harder. The sensations in the back of my eyes, in my clit, were like nothing I'd ever felt before. My body was thrashing around on the sofa and I was grabbing her hand with my own, trying to get her to squeeze harder, longer; I wanted her grip tighter. She tormented with me her sexy talk, telling me how sexy I looked, how wet her pussy was getting seeing me so turned on. This was the epitome of erotic asphyxiation; she was choking me, controlling me sensually. I wasn't for a moment afraid. My life was in her hands, literally, and I felt so close, so exposed, so aroused. 

She knew how to control my breath and my body. I was communicating to her with my eyes; telling her when to stop, how much pressure to apply; that I loved every second of it. Eventually, I couldn't control myself. I unzipped my jeans and slipped my fingers to my engorged, sensitive clit and rubbed it in a circular motion. I was so turned on, so completely soaking wet; I knew I wouldn't last very long. She knew I was about to cum as well and she held my throat and firmly in her hand and applied even more pressure. I thought I was going to pass out. I wanted to gasp for air but I couldn't. My body tensed up and . . . orgasmic explosion and the breath of life collided in erotic bliss. 

I never saw her again. She drifted off into obscurity, out of my life but not out of my mind. The impression she left on my throat was not nearly as lasting as the one she made in my memory. To this day, that night remains one of the most erotic experiences of my life. 

Copyright 2013 AfroerotiK



Take My Breath Away



Tara knocked on the door to the apartment with three quick raps, then stood there waiting for the door to open with her heart practically in her mouth. She never imagined anything like this would happen when she started at Primacy Insurance, six months ago. Maybe it wasn't happening now-maybe she was reading a lot into Ruth's comments Wednesday afternoon.

From the day she'd first met Ruth, she hadn't been quite sure what to make of her. Oh, she'd know right from the start that she was going to get along well with Ruth. Nobody could know Ruth and not get along with her. She was a cute, short, plump young woman with long blonde hair and tiny dimples when she smiled, and she wasn't embarrassed by anything, ever. The two of them worked together in the fraud department, going over endless piles of claims in mind-numbing details searching for errors, and within two weeks, Tara felt like she'd known Ruth her whole life. The job was so boring that they had to talk to each other just to keep from falling asleep, and Ruth had quickly learned about Tara's plans to get a novel published someday and visit London, while Ruth had talked about her dance lessons and her certification in hypnotherapy and...

And that was why Tara hadn't been quite sure what to make of her. Because Tara hadn't asked, wasn't sure, wasn't sure if she could be sure or even if it was a good idea to ask, but she thought Ruth was flirting with her. Tara knew she was bi, but she wasn't sure if Ruth was. She certainly knew better than to ask about that whole "hypnotherapy" thing; the first time it had come up, she'd managed not to blush (with an immense effort of will), had acted studiedly nonchalant, and had changed the subject as soon as possible.

Then, two weeks ago, Ruth had dropped a bombshell. She was quitting. "I'm finally making enough from my hypnotherapy practice to do it full-time," she'd said. "Finally, I'm doing something with my degree!"

Tara had given her a big celebratory hug, and the two of them had spent the last several days at work talking big about plans they might have once they struck it rich. But on Wednesday, just two days before the end of her notice, Ruth had given her a business card.

"Here," she'd said. "If you ever need anything, you just let me know. It's free-I don't charge friends. If you ever want me to hypnotize you..."

Tara had blushed hard, and stammered out, "Um...n, no, I don't...I mean, it probably wouldn't, um..."

Ruth had just given her a little look, but Tara knew exactly what it meant. It meant Ruth knew. She knew about everything. She knew about watching 'Doctor Who' as a teenager, and getting a funny itch every time she saw Sarah Jane get hypnotized. She knew about the day Tara read 'Hypnotized Roommates' for the first time, and that she'd come something like five times that day. She knew about hours scouring YouTube for stage hypnosis clips, and about all the bookmarks at the EMCSA, and Tara had felt just as transparent as glass as Ruth looked at her. Hypnosis got her hot, and it was written all over her face.

But she hadn't said anything. She'd just invited Tara to dinner on Friday to celebrate the end of her wage-slavery. But that look haunted Tara the next two days, and now, as she stood outside Ruth's door, she wondered if this was just going to be dinner, or...it was definitely just going to be dinner. Plain old dinner, and she was imagining everything else. Probably maybe possibly.

The door opened, and Ruth smiled at her. "Come into my parlor," she said. "Actually, come into my dining room. Dinner's just about ready."

*****

Dinner, as it turned out, was for three; Ruth's boyfriend, Jon, joined the two of them for the miniature celebration. At first, Tara was a little put out by that. She knew that Ruth had a boyfriend, but somehow it had never occurred to her that he'd be in the same room with them tonight. But as it turned out, Jon was a fun conversationalist, and the two of them shared a lot of favorite writers, so the meal passed in agreeable talk about Harlan Ellison and Terry Pratchett. Finally, the three of them retreated to the living room, where Ruth and Jon took a seat on the couch, and Tara sat across from them.

"So," said Ruth, with a wicked grin on her face, "you were wondering about hypnosis?"

Tara's eyes widened. "Um...I mean, maybe a little, I mean, who hasn't wondered about...I mean, um..." The initial rush of babble finally subsided. "what's it like?"

Jon smiled. "Relax, Tara. I felt the same way, the first time I talked to Ruth about hypnosis." He wiggled his eyebrows just a little. "The exact same way."

Ruth patted his hand. "Hypnosis is a wonderful therapeutic tool, Tara. The mind is capable of doing so much, and social interaction is a more powerful force than we ever imagine on a daily basis. Hypnosis is just a very precise, very specific way of harnessing that force. It can do anything you can put your mind to. Unleash creativity, stifle bad habits, enforce good ones..."

She gave Tara her own little eyebrow waggle, leaned forward, and said, "But I'm guessing you're more interested in what's called 'recreational hypnosis.' That's going into hypnosis just because it feels good to go into hypnosis, it feels good to relax...down, Jon."

Behind her, Jon's eyes slammed shut and he slumped backwards into the couch cushions. A slow, dreamy smile spread across his face, and his breathing became deep and regular. "Good boy," Ruth said. "This is what you're interested in, isn't it, Tara?"

Tara could barely breathe. She just stared at Jon. One second, he'd been awake, and the next... "That was a trance trigger," she said. "You just said 'down', and he..."

Quietly, breathily, Jon muttered, "...down..."

Tara looked over at Ruth. "Can he hear us?"

"Yes. He's just in a deeply relaxed, deeply focused state. He's listening, but right now he's very comfortable and feeling very pleasant, just lying there. He responds better to triggers, deepeners, instructions and the like than he does to normal conversation, though." She stroked his hand gently. "And wake."

After a second, Jon's eyes opened, but the smile didn't leave his face. "Mmmm..." he said. "Feels nice, coming up like that."

Tara had so many questions she felt like they were bumping into each other in her mouth. "Does it feel, um...does it feel good to be under?"

Jon's smile deepened. "Better than good. It's like...it's like all your thoughts are weights, and when you go into trance, you just set those weights down and float."

"That's right, Jon," Ruth said. "You float."

Jon's eyelids fluttered slightly. "Float..." he breathed out.

"You drift."

"...drift..."

"You relax."

"...relax..."

Ruth snapped her fingers, and Jon slumped back onto the couch again. "Was that another trigger?" Tara asked.

"Not exactly, no," Ruth said. "But Jon has gone into trance for me so many times that he's conditioned to expect hypnosis as part of our everyday interactions. So anything I say that might be taken as an instruction to go into trance, he takes as one. Here, I'll demonstrate." She leaned over towards him. "And wake."

This time, it took noticeably longer for Jon's eyes to open. "Hi," he said, his voice still a little dazed. "I, um..."

"Green, Jon." His eyes closed again. "The word 'green' doesn't mean anything to him, really. I could have said any word. But I said 'green', and I said it while looking into his eyes, and he really wanted to go into a trance, so...down he went."

Tara felt like her skin was on fire, she was blushing so hard. She'd never expected to see anything like this her whole life. It almost felt like it was too much. The hypnofetishist in her was practically drowning in stimulation.

Ruth smiled. It was like she was drinking in Tara's discomfort. "And wake."

This time, it took Jon several seconds before his eyes even fluttered. Finally, he managed to get one eye open. "I think my right eye is stuck," he said in a mock-plaintive tone.

"This, Tara, is what's known as fractionation. It's very fun. See, I've been dropping him very quickly, and waking him very quickly, and I haven't given him much time to wake up between each trance. So every time he goes under, he goes under deeper, and every time he wakes up, he wakes up less. Pretty soon, he's like he is now-halfway in trance even when he's awake. Down, Jon."

The one eyelid slipped shut again. "...down..." he breathed.

"Good boy. Pleasure."

Jon's body shook, just a little. "That's another thing you can do to someone who's hypnotized. The brain controls all our sensations, so if I'm in charge of the brain, I can make him feel things. Pleasure." He shivered again. "Pleasure." He shivered again, panting now. "Good boy. Cum." Jon gasped openly, his body convulsed, and he slumped back onto the couch. "He didn't ejaculate-I have a trigger for that as well, but I think it's a little early in the evening for that, so it was just a mental orgasm. It happened in his mind. I can make him orgasm as many times as I feel like it, all with just a word." She grinned. "I tend to feel like it a lot. Cum." Jon convulsed in pleasure again, and Tara actually felt a tiny echo of it in her own body.

Ruth fixed Tara with a stare, and said, "So. I can tell you're interested. I can tell you're excited. I can tell that this is something you want."

All Tara could do was nod. Speaking felt like too much work.

"You want to go into trance, Tara. You want to feel pleasure, want to hear my voice and feel so wonderful. It's so obvious to me, so obvious to you."

Tara nodded again. She was leaning forward in her chair now, absolutely intent on Ruth's words.

"You want me to bring you so deep, bring you so much pleasure that it will take your breath away, don't you, Tara?"

Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. "...take my...breath...away..."

"Yes, Tara. I'm looking into your eyes now. You want to go into trance, just like Jon." Ruth paused a long moment. Finally, she said, "Green."

For a moment, Tara didn't understand what that meant. Then her eyes closed, and she felt the world drift away from her.

And the pleasure began...

THE END