5 comments/ 18038 views/ 2 favorites Can I Kiss You? By: Geordiegal Where to start? I suppose the beginning would be good or is that too cliché? I think that maybe, before I tell you my tale, I should tell you about me. Now I don't consider myself beautiful, hell don't even consider myself pretty to be honest. Mildly cute at best. I'm five foot six in height and a little overweight. Depresses the heck out of me but nothing I can do, it's a genetic problem and not due to bad eating habits. My friends tell me that just means there's more of me to love and that guys prefer it when they have more than skin & bone to hold onto. Given that since I was sixteen, there's only been about 3 guys willing to look at me for more than book-smarts you'd have to forgive my scepticism on that issue. So, only having three serious boyfriends, two of which became lovers (to me that is, not each other) I'm what's considered a major green-horn in the world of romantic and/or sexual encounters. On the other hand, given my lack of knowledge and experience of all things carnal, I'm pretty loyal to the guy I'm with. I don't think of affairs, two-timing or dumping his ass. Partially because I don't like causing anyone pain but mostly, lets face it, who wants a fat and ugly woman at their side? So you can imagine my surprise when it happened. It was at my friend's house. He'd invited us over for a few drinks so we went. The party had dwindled down to just four of us and because we were a bit drunk, my friend had made up the guest beds for us to use. I'd already staggered off to my appointed room and was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and deciding that wine possibly wasn't as horrible as I thought. Given that between three of us we'd had four bottles and under usual circumstances, I wouldn't have even touched a glass. It was a pretty logical thought on my part, especially when you consider my head was nicely fuzzed and my face wore a wonky, drink-induced grin. My friend and my lover were in deep conversation about some game that was coming out soon. The drones of their voices, my friend's deep Scottish burr and my lover's harsher Yorkshire one, filtered through the door making me feel safe. My eyes closed. The voices stopped. I heard the door to the room open then close. Presuming it was my lover, I lay there with my eyes closed and breathing even, hoping he wasn't in one of "those" moods. I didn't really want to make love in my friend's spare bed. Heck, to be honest I didn't want my lover to touch me in that way at all, so I figured pretending to be asleep was a good option. I sensed someone standing near my bed, so close if I'd moved my arm I could have touched them. Fingertips touched first my forehead and then my cheek in a feather-soft caress. A man sighed and my heart skipped a beat as I recognised the voice. "Sleep well dear-one. I wish we'd had more time. Even a little time alone." Warm breath sighed on my forehead. His beard scraping on my skin as his lips pressed quickly on my skin. He left the room and I just lay there puzzled. I heard my lover's voice start to drone on again, my friend's joining it. Time passed and I still couldn't sleep. My forehead tingled where I'd been kissed. My friend's words circling round inside my head. With a sigh, I rose from the bed and walked back to the living room where they were talking. They looked up at me, their conversation paused, and smiled. I returned the smile, my gaze lingering on my friend a little. He scooted up and patted the sofa next to him. "Sit with us hon." "Aren't you both tired?" my brow's knotted briefly. "I am but insomnia's playing up." Both men nodded. "I am, but I'll stay up with you a while. See if I can talk you to sleep." My friend smiled warmly. My lover excused himself and retired to the room I'd just left. I sat in the space he vacated and once the door had closed fully, looked at my friend. He lay down on the sofa, his head near to me and patted his shoulder. I did as he'd asked, lying at 90 degrees to him. My head comfortable on his shoulder, his breath on my hair and his fingertips caressing my right shoulder. I shifted a little to look into his eyes. "S'up babe?" I asked, my gaze shifting to his lips as he licked them slowly. So we talked a while. My head on his shoulder, looking into his cobalt eyes and watching them darken and spark. His hand on my shoulder, fingertips caressing my skin. He shifted, his other arm moving to rest on my hip as I had rolled more to face him. He brought his fingers up to stroke my bottom lip. Electricity jolted through me and my breathing quickened. He brought his head closer. "Can I kiss you? God I want to kiss you so damn much." His breathing had deepened a little. I did the only thing I could think of. I scooted closer and whispered "yes". Our lips met, a chaste pressing. More sparks danced through me and I heard my soft sigh echoed in his quiet moan. One of us whispered "more" but I'm not sure who. Our lips met a second time, parting as tongues stroked. Shifting on the sofa and reaching more for each other, hands caressing where they could get to as our tongues danced and our breaths mingled. Parting for air, my fingertips stroking his beard got a grin and gentle growl from him. "I've wanted to do that from the moment I first knew you. It's been all consuming." He captured my finger in his mouth and nipped it softly. "I'm so glad you said yes. Dreams are good but reality is better." I nuzzled his hand as it cupped my face, my tongue flicking out to lick at his wrist. I felt more alive than I had in months. My mouth teased his palm then fingers as he slid his hand away, catching a finger to suck and nibble it. His eyes closed a second, his face showing his enjoyment as did the rumble from his throat. "Gods woman, you're turning me on." "Fair play." I grinned devilishly, his hand moving to grab my head and pull me back to his mouth. Our kisses heated and deepened. Teeth, tongues and sucking. Both our breathing getting more ragged. The heat and wetness in my core growing as he too possession of me with his kisses and stroking hands. His trousers growing tented showed it wasn't just me this was effecting. Inexperienced I may be, but even I know that if its like this when touching above clothing we'd probably combust. Just as I was thinking his hands hadn't touched my chest area, his fingers brushed lightly over my t-shirt. Fire bolted through me, my back arching to press into him, a groan swallowed by his kiss. He moved back slightly, our noses still touching. "Hon," his voice was rougher and shakier, mine wasn't much better. "I want.. I want to see your breasts. To touch you there, feast on you. You don't have to say yes." My head was spinning. My body aflame. A feeling I'd missed for the past year or so. Still conscious of the fact the there were two people sleeping in the house and both bedrooms led straight into the living room. But I wanted him, so help me. His thumb brushed over my t-shirt again, circling my nipple which strained against the soft fabric. I whimpered and trembled with pleasure. "Verbal answer dear-one." He nuzzled my neck, nipping my ear lobe. "I want you. I love you. But baby steps. Can I...?" The door handle of the other bedroom moved. I snarled and cursed under my breath. His eyes closed as he grimaced. The newly awakened sleeper plodded through the room towards the bathroom, not even glancing at us. "Next time," I whispered to him. His eyes opened again and the grimace replaced by a warm smile. "Next time?" "Next time." I repeated, reaching out to caress his face. "I promise there will be a next time." He snuggled into my hand briefly before grabbing a cushion from the sofa and holding it against him. Our friend plonked himself between us on the sofa oblivious to the energy in the room. "I'd best get some sleep. Can you wake me in a few hours?" Holding the pillow in place, my friend walked into the vacated room, closing the door behind him. "Sweet dreams honey," I whispered towards the door, "I love you too." Can I Kiss You? After a fun, boisterous luau at Germaine's, my friend and I take a quiet walk up to the tropically humid, leaf-carpeted Bamboo Forest. As we stroll along making idle conversation, my mind begins to key in on the sensuality of your voice. My eyes take in your sexy swagger in your walk. My nose inhales the enticing scent of your cologne before I realize that I'm not really listening to the words coming from your sensual lips. I'm watching them move and decide I have to kiss them. Apprehesively, I ask "can I kiss you" just as I step to you and place my lips softly on yours before stepping away giving you no time to respond since we're just friends and I know this will cross the line. But your lips are softer than I imagined and after the first kiss, I quite simply want more of you. Since you start to smile and don't protest, I place my hands on the back of your neck and pull you into me for another long, languid kiss. When I feel the heat of your hands on my waist, I feel a bit less unsure of the situation and allow my tongue and hands to roam. I lick your top lip and as if by magic, your tongue greets mine in a sexual interlude. I run my hands over your head, down your neck, to your muscular chest, and stomach. I place my hands under your shirt and begin to rub your chest, enjoying the feel of the soft mat of hair on my fingertips. I slowly lift your shirt off over your head and my lips go to your neck and chest. In the distance, I hear what sounds like leaves being rustled on a strong wind although there is no breeze on the air to cool off this night. I enjoy the sound as I rub your chest and explore it with my tongue. Your hands absently rub my lower back enticing me even more. I slowly undo your pants and slide my hands to your hardness and slowly begin to stroke you. I feel your hands untying the knot holding my dress up just before it falls to the ground to pool at my feet. A shiver runs through me as I stand there wearing nothing more than a black thong as I continue to enjoy your hardness in my hand. I slide down to my knees tasting you and pushing your clothing off as I go. I feel the heat from your dick before my tongue makes contact. I lick along the bottom length, enjoying it jumping across my face. I reach up and caress your balls as I suck along the underside of the shaft from base to tip. I lick all around it like a corkscrew, stopping at the top to kiss the tip just before I take your hard dick and balls all the way into my mouth in one gulp. I let it play in my throat while my tongue lashes it from left to right, as the tip of it sweeps over your sensitive testicles. I swallow, allowing the muscles of my throat massage your head before I slowly pull back sucking hard on your phallus until it pops from my mouth. A little more tongue play from me has your breathing uneven. I reach up and pull you down to lie on the soft, green ground. I crawl up your body to kiss your head... your eyebrows... your nose... your chin... your neck. I reach down between my legs and lay your dick along your stomach between us. I lower my wetness onto you, sliding along the side of you stimulating my clit. After a few minutes of assisted masturbation, I lift up on my knees to straddle you. With a mind of its own, your dick stands at attention as if inviting me to ride it. As I slide down your pole, I feel the first drops of warm rain on my naked body. I squeeze my walls together as if my pussy is trying to suck the life force from your dick. I glide all the way down until I feel you hitting my special spot before I slowly gyrate using you to literally and figuratively stir my insides. I arch my back as I rise which strokes the top of your shaft before I bend backwards to do the same for the underside. I sit on your dick, balls touching my ass, while my pussy throbs. I plant my feet on the ground, grab your hands for leverage, lean forward, and fuck you like the world is ending. I bang you through my own agonizing orgasm. I ride you as if the rain was driving me with its torrential downpour. I fuck you as if we were more than just friends. I take in your shiny, rain-drenched chest as I wind on you then slow down and stop. Getting back to my knees, I lean down to lick the rain from your nipples and chest as I slowly start to move again. I look into your eyes and whisper "I wanna taste all of you". I ease back and reposition myself between your legs. I stroke you as the rain batters your penis with its huge raindrops. I pull you up on your knees, turn my ass to you. With no words needed, you slam your wet dick into my tight, hot, virgin asshole. I cross my ankles making it tight for you as you pleasure me with your full penetration. The rain makes the sounds of your flesh meeting mine sound like applause. Harder, deeper, faster, you beat my insides sending my tingles all throughout my body. The slap I receive on my wet ass sends me to the peak and I scream out another orgasm. You continue to pound away, showing no mercy as I am taken over by another one. Just as I get ready to plead for mercy, I feel you tense up as you get ready to erupt. I quickly turn around and take your dick and balls into my mouth again. Your hands grab my head and after two more thrusts deep into the recesses of my mouth, you explode down my throat before falling backward onto the soft, leaf-covered Bamboo Forest floor. I lie down beside you, bodies not touching, as the rain cleanses the sex and sweat from our bodies. We lay there for a while as the rain turns from a downpour, to a drizzle, to a mist. I look over to find you looking at me and I smile. "Can I kiss you again tomorrow?" I ask.