1 comments/ 20051 views/ 1 favorites Whole By: WFEATHER Pinning her to the wall with my chest, I rose fiercely into the Amazonian goddess yet again. Our hands locked in a death grip on either side of her head, she grunted loudly between gritted teeth each time I thrust up into her. With each forceful rise, her eyes opened just a little wider, yet her gaze never wavered. "Faster!" she gasped. "Harder! Please!" I never could deny her anything in the ten years I had known her, but this one time, I did. Instead, I stilled myself, fully sheathed within her burning body. Releasing her hands, I held her head in place, my fingers curling in her silky red-dyed mane, and kissed her with the desire which had been accumulating inside me all this time. Her hands gripped my back along the shoulder blades, her fingernails burrowing into my skin as our heated kiss grew ever more passionate. I swallowed her every breath, filing each away in my soul to fondly remember years later. When I at last lifted my head away from hers, she buried her face in my neck, gasping hotly against my sweat-dampened skin as I cradled her head as if she were a newborn babe. How many times had I held her head to me like this before, only in comfort? How many times had she cried in my arms after yet another relationship had ended? Dan had been cheating on her – and on at least three other women simultaneously – for about three months before an acquaintance discovered and informed me of the truth, and I suddenly had to be the one to tell her. Eric had simply used her as a three-night-stand, then disappeared from the face of the Earth, sending only a crude letter which bore a postmark from Adelaide. Mike had left her "legitimately," albeit certainly not by his own choice, when he had been hit by an out-of-control car whose driver was trying to escape a police chase. I could still feel her quivering around my invading manhood, her passion seeping around me. As I kissed her bright-red hair, her scent was intoxicating, and I felt that I could very easily lose myself in her. Then again, I already had, ten years earlier. We had shared the same college French class, but typically she sat by the window while I sat by the door. On the first day of class, virtually everyone had fixated their eyes upon her when she had entered the room: the six-foot-six beauty with bright-red clearly-dyed hair and clothes practically molded to her every curve had the attention of all but the most asexual of people everywhere she went in those four years of college. But I had not truly "met" her until she came in late one day and took the empty seat behind me, and then after class asked twenty questions about the upcoming exam. Somehow, that had been the innocent start to a beautiful friendship. ...a friendship which grossly outlasted any of her relationships. "Take me to bed," she pleaded quietly, "please." Once again, I obliged her wish. We each gave a sad sigh as I withdrew from her hot wetness. Hand-in-hand, we made our way from my living room to the staircase, and finally into my messy bedroom. Neither of us bothered turning on the lights, for with the glare of the streetlamps reflecting off the walls, there was more than enough light to prevent us from bumping inadvertently into something yet it was still dark enough to be romantic. We stood beside the bed and kissed again, this time much more slowly, respectfully, tentatively, like our first-ever kiss earlier in the evening. This time, I felt much more at ease with the simple yet highly-charged act; after all, ten years without kissing anyone is a long, long time. Despite my lack of practice, she seemed quite comfortable with my performance. I thought about all I had possibly missed over the past ten years. Certainly, we would never have been lovers from the moment we had met – that is simply not my style. But I wondered what memories we would have created together if Kevin and Eric and David and Juan and Scott and Ramon and several others had never gotten "in the way." Yet, somehow, our friendship had endured everything. She had told me everything. I had been her confidant, her living diary, able to smile with her as she recalled every thrill and comfort her when each relationship ("He's the one, I know it!") suddenly ended. She had never spared any details, which often made me both envious and angry as, despite her intelligence, she never could seem to pick "the good ones" with the exception of Mike... although even she had long ago admitted that she had simply "blundered" into him. Separating from my grasp, she turned toward the bed. But I quickly stepped up behind her, my hands cupping her ample breasts to pull her back against me. She did not protest; in fact, I thought I could hear her smile. As I balanced each feminine lobe and admired its weight, I thought I could just subtly feel her heartbeat resonating into my palms. Suddenly, I realized that I could now say what I had wanted to say for ten years. Leaning forward slightly, my lips practically pressed against her right ear, I whispered in the near-darkness: "Je t'aime." She seemed to melt in my hold, her hands reaching behind her to stroke my thighs. Had she been waiting to hear those simple, powerful words from me for the past decade? "Comme une amie ou petite amie?" she whispered in response. I had to think a moment, translate what she had just asked back into English before even attempting to formulate my response. In the meantime, my fingers acted essentially on their own, squeezing her breasts gently and producing a soft whimper from her lips. "Comme petite amie," I finally replied. Then I was certain that I was feeling her increasing heartbeat resonating through her breasts. Now, as we stand at the window of our darkened hotel room and look out across The City of Love at the Eiffel Tower, we are a little older, but much happier. To be making love in The City of Love while looking out across the cityscape at the ultimate symbol of this great city makes that long decade of silent admiration and hidden love seem worthwhile. We may be older now, but there is no mistaking the fact that I am no longer just her living diary. I am now, quite proudly, her husband, and now being able to call this stunning Amazonian goddess my wife has rendered my heart whole. Whole Kasey sat at a table in a local restaurant waiting for her number to be called. Though she appeared to be staring at the table, she was looking right through it. She was totally unaware of her surroundings at the moment, for she was lost in a world of thought. She felt foolish and unloved. Savanna had broken up with her after they had been together for almost a year and a half. Kasey had been completely blind-sided by the split. She saw nothing wrong with their relationship and was thinking that the two would perhaps spend the rest of their lives together. But Savanna had said she wanted to have a 'normal' family, including a husband and kids. Savanna seemed to suddenly realize she was getting older and her window of opportunity was shrinking. Kasey was devastated. Had this just been a fling to Savanna all along? Was she just someone to fill the gap until the right person came along? Would she be alone all her life? Whether these questions any truth or not Kasey did not know. She felt foolish for not seeing what was coming sooner. But then how could she? Everything had seemed great. Regardless, Kasey felt used and more down than she had been in many years. She had left her apartment to come eat here because she could no longer stand to be in the place that she had shared with Savanna for so long. Adding to her despair was her emptiness that she felt inside, which was only magnified when she was at home. Each and every room held memories of her and Savanna. She had nowhere to hide from her feelings in her own apartment. Each room brought on old memories and a new wave of sadness. Savanna had removed the last of her things last week and now the apartment was emptier than ever. The missing belongings served as an unnecessary reminder of Savanna's absence. As if Kasey could forget. Savanna had tried calling her a couple times this week; she seemed genuinely worried and concerned about Kasey. Somewhere inside Kasey knew that it must have been difficult for Savanna to tell her what she needed to do, but it didn't make her feel any better. After Savanna had told her, Kasey became lost to the world. Once she heard that Savanna was breaking up with her, she was gone. She left Savanna's apartment, even with Savanna trying to stop her. She heard Savanna saying something to her, but the words didn't register. Kasey was in shock then, and she knew that she would soon be in tears. She had to leave before Savanna saw her like that. She hated for people to see her cry. She had raced back to her apartment and had immediately started crying once she shut the door. She reached her bedroom and curled up into a ball on her side on the bed and wept. Dark thoughts entered her mind as sobs racked her body. At one point she thought she heard banging on her front door, but knew she would not answer it. She wouldn't let anyone see her this upset. She could no longer control her crying. Her mind was quickly falling into a bleak place she had not been to in many years. Kasey was brought back to the present by a single hot tear slowly rolling down her cheek. She quickly reached for a napkin on the table to wipe it off before anyone happened to notice. She looked around, hoping that no one was watching her. She relaxed when she saw that nobody was paying any attention to her. Eager for a distraction, Kasey scanned the crowd in the restaurant. She was watching a mother feed her infant son when she saw her. In walked an absolutely beautiful woman. She wore a simple business suit, but Kasey could still detect the woman's feminine curves underneath the conservative clothing. Her heels accentuated her long, toned legs, as well as her tight ass and full breasts. She had dark brown (almost black) hair that went just past her shoulders. It seemed to caress her lovely face as she moved. But most of all, Kasey noticed her eyes. Her dark almond eyes drew Kasey to her like a moth to a flame. Kasey felt a tinge of excitement in the juncture of her thighs as those entrancing eyes made the briefest of contact with hers. Kasey felt lightheaded and realized that she had been holding her breath the entire time she had been looking at her. She broke her stare and took a few deep breaths to regain her composure. "Excuse me miss? Ma'am?" Kasey turned toward the voice and realized that her food was now ready. Her face turned a bit red as she recognized that they had been calling her number for quite some time now. As she moved to the counter to get her food she again scanned the room to find the dark haired beauty. She cursed inwardly when the woman seemed nowhere to be found. Sighing at the loss, Kasey grabbed her tray and turned to once again find her seat. Upon turning, her tray bumped in to someone, spilling some of her food on her shirt and her water on the person in front of her. "Damn it! Watch where you're going!" A voice shot at her. "I'm sorry" Kasey replied as she looked up to see the woman she had been checking out only moments before. Her breath caught in her throat and she suddenly seemed incapable of moving. "Give me that." The woman said, taking a couple of napkins from Kasey's tray as she turned to walk away. "Idiot." Kasey felt her heart sink at the woman's harsh words. She felt her eyes begin to water as she watched the woman walk away to get more napkins to dry herself off. No longer feeling hungry, Kasey wiped the food off her shirt and threw the rest of it away. She could feel her tears threatening to fall, so she hurried back her apartment where she once again lost herself to the sobs that were now becoming all too familiar in her life. ***************************** Angie was dabbing her shirt dry as she looked around the restaurant for the woman she had just ran in to. True she had had a horrendous day at work, but that was no reason to take it out on a complete stranger. After all, Angie had run in to the other woman too. She saw the woman practically running out the door. She immediately felt guilty for being so harsh and rude. The woman was obviously very upset and Angie felt horrible for reacting the way she did. She would have to find her and apologize. ***************************** Angie had stopped by the restaurant everyday since the incident, hoping to find the woman again. It was now Thursday and she was disappointed that she had still not found her. But then again, how many times do people eat in the same place in the same week? Perhaps it was not the best plan, but it was all she could think of to do. Angie was feeling tired and wanted to let loose a bit so she decided to go over to a nearby bar. She walked in and ordered a drink. She looked around for a place to sit, and then she saw her. Although Angie did not get a very good look the first time, she immediately recognized the woman from the restaurant. She was sitting by herself in a booth, staring blankly at the seat across from her. Angie noticed the woman's toned legs in the tight jeans that seemed to fit her like a second skin. She had gorgeous red hair with occasional bond highlights that cascaded past her slender shoulders and on to her back. Angie felt her pussy become wet at the sight of the girl as her mouth suddenly became dry. She stood there for a long while, admiring the woman from a safe distance, and trying to work up the nerve to go and talk to her. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Angie walked over to talk to the woman. "Hi there. Mind if I have a seat?" The woman seemed startled and a bit flustered upon seeing Angie. Did she even remember her? 'She must', thought Angie. "Uh...oh, umm sure." "My name's Angie by the way." Angie started, smiling as she did so to put the woman at ease. Angie reached out her hand. "Oh, I'm Kasey." Angie's breath was taken away at the contact, as well as her ability to think. Luckily though, the contact was brief and her mind once again kicked in. "Listen, I really wanted to apologize for how rude I was to you the other day. I--" "Oh no, I understand." "No. I was having a bad day and I took it out on you. I'm so sorry. Honest, I'm not usually such an ass." Angie paused and looked into Kasey's emerald green eyes. "Can I buy you a drink...please?" Angie felt butterflies in her stomach as she waited for Kasey's answer. She now really wanted to be around this woman, not just to apologize. Kasey smiled and Angie felt her heart leap in her chest. "Sure." Angie, upon hearing Kasey's answer, settled into her seat and signaled the waitress over. After ordering another drink for herself and a refill for Kasey, Angie began to make small talk and get to know Kasey. The woman was shy at first but like most people, she opened up after a couple of drinks. Angie could see the redhead was not only intelligent, but also witty as she continued to talk to her. Though she liked to hear Kasey talk, she also seemed to enjoy listening to Angie's stories, laughing and smiling at Angie as she carried on. Angie felt that the woman had an innocent and vulnerable quality about her that only drew Angie to her more. Angie saw that the bar was closing down and knew that they would soon have to leave. She didn't want to. ********************************* "I suppose we should leave before they kick us out." Kasey looked around and realized that Angie was right. She was so lost in their conversation that she hadn't even noticed that the bar was closing down. She was disappointed that their night was now coming to an end. She hadn't had this good of a time since before her ordeal with Savanna had started. She had found herself constantly smiling and very at ease with Angie. There were no awkward silences that you would expect with a stranger. It startled Kasey to think how easily she related to this woman. As they were walking out the door, Kasey wondered if she would see Angie again. "So when do you want to get dinner on Friday?" Kasey was broken out of her thoughts by Angie's question. "What?" "I seem to remember me ruining your dinner the other night, so it's only fair that I take you out and buy you some food." Kasey was thrilled that she would get to see this wonderful woman again. "How about 7:00?" "Sounds good." They exchanged phone numbers before saying their goodbyes. Kasey returned to her apartment with a smile on her face, something she had not done in quite a few weeks. She no longer felt depressed at seeing the place that she and Savanna had shared for so long. Perhaps a friend like Angie would help her get out of her "funk" and get back to her normal life. **************************** Angie picked up Kasey promptly at 7:00 and took her to a local casual Italian restaurant. The food was excellent and Kasey found herself once again enjoying the company of her friend. Once the meal was over, Kasey invited Angie back to her apartment. "Make yourself at home." Kasey said as she gestured toward the couch. "Thanks." Kasey made her way to the kitchen to get the two of them something to drink. She poured two glasses of Merlot and wandered back into the room. "Who's this?" Angie inquired, pointing to a picture sitting on a bookcase shelf alongside the T.V. Kasey felt her heart sink in to her stomach at the question. She had not been able to get rid of the picture of she and Savanna; it had been her favorite. She was beginning to get upset again upon seeing the picture, but answered Angie, "My ex-girlfriend." Kasey knew the tremor in her voice had been audible. Despite herself, she felt tears start to well in her eyes. Damn, she really didn't like people to see her cry. She turned her body slightly in a lame attempt to hide her eyes from Angie. But when she felt Angie's arms wrap supportively around her, she broke down and started crying. Angie gently led her to the couch and held her as she cried. Kasey felt Angie's hand rubbing her back, helping her to calm down. "I'm sorry honey. Let it all out." When Kasey felt calm enough to talk, she started to tell Angie what happened with her and Savanna. Kasey felt comforted in Angie's arms as she told her story. She was surprised to find that she felt much better talking about it with someone. She really hadn't talked to anyone about it and it felt good to share her feelings with someone other than herself. She was surprised that she had felt comfortable enough around Angie, a person she just met, to talk to her about Savanna. Kasey hoped she hadn't scared off Angie with her sudden outburst. Still sniffling a bit she looked up at Angie, "Sorry about that. I guess I have been holding that in for too long." "It sounds like it." Angie smiled reassuringly, seemingly not put-off at all by Kasey's tears. "I swear I'm not a mess like this all of the time," Kasey remarked while smiling. Angie laughed, and her dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle. Kasey found herself yawning, suddenly feeling the effects of her emotional ordeal. Angie smiled at Kasey and started to get up, "I think maybe you need some sleep." Kasey agreed and saw Angie to the door. Angie turned to exit, but Kasey caught her hand. "Thank you." ***************************** Angie was becoming enchanted by this young shy woman. She desperately wanted take their relationship further, but she knew that she would have to take it slowly. Kasey's recent confession made Angie realize that she would have to be weary about how she would proceed. Kasey was obviously not over her ex-girlfriend. During the past few weeks she and Kasey fell into a comfortable rhythm. They would get together for lunch occasionally during the week and dinners on the weekend. Angie thought that Kasey really seemed to be enjoying her company. She had opened up much more since they had first met, allowing Angie to see more of her witty humor and her sharp mind. But she was also seeing more of Kasey's shapely yet firm body. The two had started working out together, taking regular jogs through a local park. Seeing Kasey in her tight, thin running shorts greatly tested Angie's patience. She could only imagine what lie underneath. And she did, many a night alone in her bedroom with her favorite vibrator to ease her sexual frustrations. After one of these runs she and Kasey returned to her house. Angie went to her kitchen to get them some water to re-hydrate. She went to hand a glass to Kasey but stopped short when she heard the woman give a yelp of pain. Kasey sat on the floor and clutched her calf while wincing in pain. "Kasey are you OK?" "Ah...Charley Horse!" Fortunately the cramping stopped and Kasey calmed. "Damn, I hate those." Kasey sighed, massaging her calf. "Here, let me see." Angie replied, delicately taking Kasey's calf in her hand. She used her thumbs to gently ease the tension in Kasey's muscles. Angie's felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as she realized she was finally touching the object of her desire. She felt Kasey's muscles relax a bit under her ministrations. However, she continued to touch Kasey's leg, though now much softer, almost caressing instead of massaging. Angie was becoming short of breath and noticed Kasey now had goose bumps on her leg. She looked up at Kasey to see her face flushed and her eyes partially closed. And she could have sworn she heard a soft moan coming from the woman. Kasey's eyes opened wide seeing Angie looking at her. She moved her leg and began to stand up. "I...I should go home and take a... take a shower." Kasey stuttered nervously, heading towards the door. "I'll see you later." "OK." Angie replied as Kasey left. Angie sat thinking. Has she lost control and scared Kasey off? She thought she had seen the desire on Kasey's face, but perhaps she was wrong. Maybe it was still too soon for Kasey. ******************************** Kasey sat in her apartment staring out the window. She couldn't believe how aroused she had become at Angie's touch. She had instantly become wet and had found it hard to sit still. She felt her arousal must have been apparent on her face when Angie looked up at her. She was so embarrassed by her reaction that she left in a hurry. She couldn't deny her attraction to her friend but she should have been able to control herself. Angie was straight as far as she knew; she had never mentioned having a girlfriend. Angie had become her best friend in the past few weeks and had really helped her through some rough times. She wasn't going to let her hormones ruin the best thing she had going for her right now. ********************************* Kasey had been going through hell the past few weeks. She was desperately trying to control her feelings and libido around Angie. But it was proving extremely difficult for her. The two were together so often and Kasey seemed to be in turmoil every moment they shared. She was hoping that her feelings would dissipate with time, but she found that they only grew. It was tearing her up inside and her emotions were starting to get the best of her. "Kasey? Hellooo?" "Huh?" Kasey's train of thought was interrupted by Angie's voice. "I said should I attempt to cook something or should we order some Chinese?" Angie turned to look at Kasey, a concerned expression on her face, "Are you alright?" Kasey felt her eyes begin to water as frustrations came to the surface. Why couldn't she keep her emotions in check around this woman? She felt Angie embrace her and she buried her face in the crook of Angie's neck. She couldn't stop her tears from falling. She could feel Angie's warm body and smell the floral scent of her body wash. To be this close to the woman she had come to love and know that she couldn't have her caused her heart to ache like never before. "Kasey...Kase?" Kasey could feel Angie's muscles tighten in distress. "What's wrong?" Kasey looked up into Angie's eyes before again lowering her head. "I'm in love with someone I can't have." Kasey responded in a barely audible voice. ****************************** Angie said nothing because she did not trust her voice. She felt her heart sink at Kasey's words. She thought that Kasey had been making some emotional progress since Angie had met her. But it was now apparent to her that Kasey was still in love with Savanna. She held Kasey tighter to her, moving her own chin to rest on top of Kasey's head. Angie hoped that the redhead would not notice her few stray tears that were slowly streaking down her face. Angie felt Kasey slowly relax and calm. She composed herself, taking a few deep breaths and broke their embrace. She looked at Kasey and forced a smile to her face. Angie saw the woman timidly smile back. "How bout we order that Chinese and watch a mindless comedy to cheer you up?" "M'kay." Angie sat with Kasey on the couch watching the movie, their dinner long finished. Kasey seemed to have recovered from her earlier incident. She was now occasionally chuckling at the movie. Angie was not so fortunate. She couldn't take her mind off of Kasey. Maybe she could help her get over Savanna. But she couldn't stand to lose Kasey as a friend either, which was a possibility if she did make a move on her best friend. Her mind bounced back and forth for a while before her heart won out. Angie turned toward her friend, "Kasey?" "Hmm?" Angie tried to form the words that she had planned in her head, but found herself unable to speak. Instead, her body began to lean in towards Kasey. There was little distance between the two to begin with, and Angie could now feel Kasey's breath on her skin. Seemingly without conscious thought, she closed the remaining distance and brushed her lips against Kasey's. Their lips glided slowly yet sensually past one another in a gentle and tender kiss. Angie, realizing what had happened, broke the kiss and looked at her friend. Kasey's eyes were still closed, her lips still half-parted, and her body was still leaning toward Angie, as if eager for more. Whole Angie was flustered upon seeing Kasey's eyes once again open. "Kase...I know I'm not Savanna, but we've been getting along so great and I care about you so much...and I know maybe this isn't what you were hoping for...but...but I love you." Angie blurted out, stumbling over her words. Angie felt the tears tracing a path along her cheeks as she made her confession. She was unable to meet Kasey's eyes, afraid of seeing anger or rejection. She felt completely vulnerable and it was upsetting to her. She was aware of Kasey's hand gently tugging her chin up to look at her, but Angie kept her face cast downward. She felt her shift on the couch and settle in Angie's lap. "Angie." Kasey's hand caressed her face, her thumb lovingly wiping away a lone tear from Angie's face. Angie looked up at those emerald eyes, moist with tears and saw Kasey gently smiling at her. "Angie, I love you." Kasey took Angie's lips to hers again. Angie felt her heart soar at Kasey's words. She raised her hands to grab the back of Kasey's head and pull her head closer. She tentatively traced Kasey's lips with her tongue, seeking permission to venture further. Angie felt the redhead's lips eagerly give way to her tongue as she probed inward. Her passion increased as she felt Kasey enthusiastically suck on her tongue. She heard Kasey whimper as their tongues battled, smoothly sliding against one another. Angie let her hands roam Kasey's body, sliding down her back, around her hips to the front, feeling the smooth skin underneath her shirt. Her hands continued onward, up the redhead's sides to gently cup the undersides of her breasts. Angie heard Kasey moan at the tender contact. She was encouraged by the noise and began massaging the firm yet yielding globes in her palms. Angie let one of her hands head south and slip underneath Kasey's pants and then panties. Angie heard both of them groan when she made contact with Kasey's wet lower lips. She let her fingers explore lightly up and down the mound, finally settling on the erect clit. She started to circle the small knob and felt Kasey's hands move to her shoulders, gripping them tightly. She increased her tempo, loving the feel of the woman squirming in her lap. The wetness seeping from the hole below her fingers became too much of a temptation for Angie so moved them down. Her finger slid easily into her lover's molten pussy. She quickly added another and began pumping them rhythmically in and out. Kasey broke their kiss, breathing heavily, and rested her forehead against Angie's. Angie moved her fingers quicker and moved her eyes to look at Kasey's face. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open, emitting occasional moans. A sheen of sweat made her skin glisten in the light, a few stray hairs sticking to her flushed face. Angie thought it was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Angie's own arousal increased and she suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to see her lover cum. She moved her thumb up to Kasey's clit, stroking it firmly. "Oh!" Angie felt Kasey's nails dig into her shoulders and her hips gyrate more frantically. She could feel the redhead's breath move over her face as she got closer and closer to climax. "Hmmm...Ah! Please!" Kasey begged. Angie curled her fingers upward, firmly massaging her lover's special spot. "Oh GOD!" Kasey's body went completely rigid as her head snapped up. In the next instant she was wildly humping Angie's hand, using her hands on the brunette's shoulders as leverage. Angie could feel Kasey's cunt muscles squeezing her fingers. She pressed her thumb harder to her lover's button, determined to draw out her orgasm as long as possible. ****************************** Kasey's pleasure centers were overloaded by the orgasm that was rocking her body. She had never felt such intense pleasure in her life. The emotional and physical pressure both released at once and combined to give her release like never before. Her pussy gripped Angie's fingers, trying in vain to trap them inside. The force of the thumb on her clit caused her hips to jerk with its movements as her juices trickled down her thighs. Kasey felt her orgasm begin to subside, though the tingling in her pussy and clit still remained. Her breathing slowed and her mind settled. She looked in Angie's deep almond eyes and saw the love there. She smiled and dipped her head to kiss her lover. The kisses were soft and soothing to Kasey. Kasey let her hands roam freely over her lover's torso, feeling her body react to her touch. She felt Angie's hips begin to slowly move beneath her. Kasey moved her lips along Angie's jaw and back to her ear. She teased the dangling lobe with her tongue, flicking it and occasionally sucking it into her mouth. Her hands reached the hem of Angie's shirt and quickly pulled it over her head. She then reached behind her lover and release her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders. She trailed soft kisses and nips down the side of Angie's neck, to her chest. She carefully blew hot air over one of the hard straining nipples, seeing Angie's chest heave as she was teased. Kasey took the nubbin in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Angie moaned at the contact and Kasey sucked harder in response. Kasey felt her lover's hands cradle her head to her chest, caressing her silken locks. She lightly bit the nipple in her mouth while rolling its partner with her fingers. The brunette squealed and arched her back, gasping for her breath. Her grip on Kasey's head tightened as her fingers wove in to the long red hair. 'Hmm...those must be sensitive', thought Kasey. She continued tormenting Angie's tits, sucking, biting, massaging, pulling, and pinching. Angie's rocked her hips wildly, while her head thrashed back and forth. Her hands released Kasey's head and instead gripped the cushions on either side of her, digging her fingers into the soft material. Kasey released Angie's nipples and made her way down towards her waist. She undid the jeans, pausing to dip her tongue in the cute navel that was now at her eye level. Angie's eyes were still closed and her hands still maintained their death-grip on the couch. Kasey yanked those hips toward the end of the couch and peeled the jeans down her lover's long toned legs. Her panties soon followed. She hooked those legs up over her shoulders, looking up to see Angie's head tilted back, breathing heavily. Kasey took one slow swipe with her tongue right up the middle of Angie's slot, finishing with a flick on her clit. Her hips snapped at the sensation and her hands entangled themselves in Kasey's hair. To Kasey her juices tasted sweet and she quickly returned to the source. Her tongue delved as deep as it could go. Then she used her thumbs to pry the lips wide apart so she could probe further. Angie hunched her hips forward, meeting Kasey's tongue thrust for thrust. Each thrust seemed to be entwined with a moan that was like music to Kasey's ears. Occasionally Kasey's tongue would elicit a whimper from the brunette and she would quickly seek out the tender spot again. Kasey could feel Angie's muscles tightening and her hands pulling her head in towards her pussy. She knew her lover was close so she moved up to take the large clit into her mouth. She used her idle fingers to pull back the hood and expose the knob. With that she took it in her mouth, sucking on it and lashing it with her tongue. Angie howled and her hips lifted high off the couch. "Oh...oh...yes, yes, YES!" Kasey felt her lover's fluids on her chin as she rode the waves of pure bliss. It was an incredible rush for Kasey, having the woman she loved writhing in pleasure under her tongue. She eased up on Angie's clit, instead introducing two fingers into her slot. Angie groaned as the fingers filled her. Kasey loved the silky feel of Angie's insides. She felt her lover responding her pumping fingers so she again took her clit into her mouth. Kasey ate Angie with a passion that she had never felt before. It was almost savage, the way she fucked, sucked, and licked her lover. Angie tried to push her away, the pleasure becoming too intense for her. But Kasey refused to relent. Instead she wrapped her free arm around Angie's waist to keep her from getting away. Kasey lightly nibbled her lover's clit, causing her to fly over the edge. She came with a keening wail as her juices poured from her pussy. Kasey hurriedly moved down to lick up the wetness on the engorged, quivering lips. She heard Angie exhale and then felt the thighs that had been holding her captive go limp. *************************** Angie lay motionless on the couch, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She felt her muscles twitch as the once-intense pleasure slowly ebbed away. She felt Kasey kissing up her body, up to her lips and returned it with as much energy she could muster. She wanted desperately to hold her lover, but found that her muscles wouldn't respond. The aftershocks ran that through her body abated, leaving her in a warm glow. "I love you." Angie felt her hands come alive at Kasey's words. She gently caressed her lover's face, while looking directly into her eyes. "I love you too." Kasey smiled at her words and Angie felt her heart soar. Saying those words felt so right and hearing the redhead say them felt even better. "Come on." Kasey directed and took Angie's hands, pulling her to her feet. Angie's legs, however, did not want to cooperate. She wobbled as she tried to stand. Kasey chuckled at Angie and put her arm around her to support her. "Having some trouble?" Kasey asked, still grinning at Angie's inability to function properly. "I don't know what you're talking about. I always walk like this." Kasey laughed again while leading Angie to her bedroom. Once there, Angie collapsed on the bed, exhaling in the form of a groan upon making contact. The sheets felt cool on her naked skin and made it tingle when she moved against them. She looked over to see Kasey still standing. She was removing her remaining clothing, seemingly unaware of Angie's hungry gaze. Angie sat up, legs hanging off the side of the bed to better watch the show before her. Kasey's back was to her, allowing Angie to trace the curves of her smooth, flawless back with her eyes. Kasey bent to remove her pants and Angie felt her breath catch in her throat when she saw those two gorgeous half-moons split by a tiny red thong. When the panties were removed and Angie saw Kasey's glistening pussy, she gasped out loud. Kasey, realizing that she was being watched, looked over her shoulder and blushed. "You're so beautiful," Angie whispered, the sincerity evident in her voice. Kasey smiled and looked down at the floor shyly. Angie extended her arm and trailed her hand slowly down her lover's arm, raising goose bumps in its wake. Her hand found Kasey's and she gently pulled her to the bed. They lay side-by-side facing each other, emerald eyes staring into almond-brown. Angie let her hand glide along Kasey's shoulder, down along her ribs, and over her hip. She felt Kasey shiver beneath her at the gentle caress. Her hand moved up following the same path, traveling past the redhead's shoulder, nails raking lightly up her neck to her jaw. Angie smiled at Kasey as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind the ear of her beautiful lover. Angie leaned forward and let her lips brush against her lover's. The teasing contact, however, didn't last long. Angie felt her lips molded to the redhead's as their kiss deepened. She traced her tongue along Kasey's upper lip before plunging in to the warm silky cavern underneath. Tongues battled as passion rose. Angie moaned at the feel of Kasey sucking on her tongue. Her body became restless from the dizzying soul-piercing kiss as it yearned for something more. Soon her need became too great and she quickly moved on top of Kasey, pushing her on her back. ****************************** Kasey felt herself being moved on her back. The move startled her for a moment, but she soon regained her bearings. She could feel her lover's naked flesh on her own and moaned through the searing kiss at the contact. She felt wonderfully pinned under the brunette's weight. Kasey opened her eyes slowly upon feeling Angie break the kiss. She felt her lover shift and groaned when she felt their mounds come into firm contact. Angie joined the palms of each of their hands together, entwining their fingers. With their hands coupled, Kasey felt her hands being moved shoulder level as Angie began a slow grind into her. Angie's eyes never left hers as her pleasure mounted with each thrust. Kasey returned the intense loving gaze as well as the plunging motion, her hips moving in rhythm with her lover's. She felt Angie adjust her position with a roll of her hips and Kasey opened her eyes wide. Her breath caught in her throat and her grip on the hands in hers tightened. Her clit now came into direct contact with Angie's clit on every stroke. Each pass sent an electric bolt of pleasure through her hard nub. She felt the tension in her lower back rising and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Kasey could feel the brunette's hot breath on her face, rolling over her sweaty skin. Her nails dug into the back of Angie's hands as she managed to focus her eyes again on her lover. The look of love and intense pleasure in those almond eyes inches from hers sent her over the edge and she came with a shout, her hips bucking wildly. She felt Angie's movements become ragged and saw her head snap back as she heard her name pass from her lover's lips when she too suddenly fell into the pleasurable abyss. Kasey felt her muscles relaxing as Angie rolled to her side, lying on her back. Kasey rolled with her, draping her leg across the brunette. She moved her arm to lie across Angie's chest and rested her head in the crook of her lover's neck. She felt Angie's arms wrap around her and sighed in contentment at the warm embrace. Her breathing slowed and soon matched that of the chest rising and falling beneath her. Kasey smiled as her eyes closed and her conscious began to slip. She was experiencing something that she had never felt before; she felt whole. She fell asleep, the look of peace and happiness remaining on her face as she slept. Whole It didn't fall apart at first. Instead, a spidery trail shot from the wounded center just above the stem. I watched the white fractures drag across the rounded surface; I watched the wine slowly, slowly begin to seep through the fresh cracks—only just lining them with deep burgundy before beginning to slide down the smooth walls. I watched the liquid push tiny slivers from the newly broken skin; they swam in the pool accumulating across from me. And then I watched the glass break from the inside out, pushing through the hardened exterior and scattering broken pieces onto my plate. The wine cascaded across the cool, wooden surface of the table, spilling over the edge, onto the seat of the chair, down its legs, and sprawling across the bare, linoleum floor. I saw my face in the puddle but I didn't move; I couldn't save what had decided to self-destruct. ------------------------------------ I remember the first time I saw you; you were leaning against the back wall of Irving Plaza, pretending to listen the Decemberists sing "Shiny" and nodding indifferently when your date said how much they, "really sound like Neutral Milk Hotel." I remember that your hair flopped over your eyes every time you looked down at your watch, surreptitiously counting the minutes until it was over. You were careful not to let him see you, but I saw you. And when I caught your gaze...I never let it go. The Decemberists could wait. I learned quickly that you were a creative writing major with real passion and conviction...not a shitty poet or something like I was. Your prose was always gorgeous and I never understood why you couldn't see that. And although I could have been jealous I never was and you couldn't see that either. I always thought the rules of grammar didn't apply to me -- that a comma provided a pause only when it felt right, like if I needed to catch my breath. I sometimes used ellipses instead of periods and semicolons...I thought they bridged my thoughts together because I never wanted to separate my stream of consciousness...because everything should flow together and create one beautiful circle...one complete concept. I thought the rules were arbitrary, you thought I was careless, but you loved me anyway. I didn't know my heart was capable of stopping for you because normally I'd walk right past someone like...you. You carried around a laptop. You had actual talent as opposed to the other ones -- the ones who wore designer ripped jeans and new "vintage" tee shirts -- the ones who could name every band in existence and still talked about the shitty groups they started in high school. And you wore loafers like my dad and polo shirts with stripes on them and if I didn't know any better I would have thought that you were ten years older because you always stood with your ankles crossed and your hands inside your khaki pockets. But I couldn't ignore you and the way you talked about Nabokov's literary devices in Lolita, commenting on his mastery of puns and double entendres. And I couldn't ignore the way you grabbed my hand urgently when you realized that your story's conclusion would make a better intro, or when you finally remembered the last lines of your poem that blew away in Washington Square Park. And when I slipped my arms through yours and around your back in public, clasping my fingers together tightly and pressing up against you...you didn't pull away. The first time we had sex I wanted it so badly that I shoved my tongue down your throat and chewed on your lips and told you to fuck me and shove it in. But when I pushed you up against the wall, grinding my crotch into yours and begging you to take me, you eased me off, took my hands, and said you wanted to take it slow. And I was so confused when you lead me to your bedroom because I was supposed to be the one in control...the casual fuck, so raw and so hot, holding my mister in the palm of my hand. But that look in your eyes was scary as fuck, shaking me so hard I felt it in my bones; I was nervous cause I didn't know how to act now that it actually had to mean something. And when you kissed me all over and whispered my name, I got Goosebumps from just the sound of your voice. And you ground on top of me, skin against skin, and I moaned like a girl when your lips touched my ears; your tenor voice murmured, "I want to be inside you" and the truth is I meant it when I said I wanted it to. Our breaths became one as our bodies became one, and I cried because you actually loved me enough to care. And suddenly I understood where all that passion you had came from... because you made everything seem beautiful and I wanted to feel that too. In hindsight I see that's when I truly fell in love...because you taught me how to really feel with someone else inside me. And I thought you were perfect, too...but only sometimes. I thought you were perfect when you sneezed because you always tilted your head towards the sky instead of tucking it in like normal people. I thought your were perfect when you made me mix tapes with The Cure and Ella Fitzgerald right next to each other, because I knew you didn't really know that the two only went together when linked by the right songs. I thought you were perfect because you talked about obscure things like going to Scotland and becoming a shepherd, and you were actually prepared to do it...to just drop everything and go. I thought you were perfect because we effortlessly fit together...each of my limbs becoming a continuation of yours...one person...one complete concept. And then it didn't matter if I was careless, or if you didn't know that you wrote more beautifully then anyone I had ever known...because you were me and I was you and I never knew I could be so happy. But I was still so terrified of losing you and your stupid old man shoes, and no matter how much you reassured me, I wondered why you loved me anyway. And maybe I was always scared of losing you, because when I finally did it wasn't a surprise. When I sucked on my teeth you cringed, but you never did at first. At first it was cute and you used to kiss me when I wasn't looking at you. And you hated that my hair was always messy--but not at first. At first you'd hide pieces of paper in it when we were in bed and leave notes in my bag that said, "I love it when you're knotty." And you hated that I never took my headphones off from around my neck, but at first you called me "Hottie Pavarotti" when you'd catch me singing along; you'd smile as I blushed and your eyes would crinkle in the corners...both of us acknowledging that I couldn't sing at all. And you hated that I sometimes wore black eyeliner...though you never did before. But now you just rolled your eyes and said if you wanted to fuck a girl you would have done it in the first place. And you made me cry when you bought me the shirts with the little alligators in the corners...not because I was happy, but because I knew you wanted me to change. And when we fought, we fought hard because I screamed too much and you screamed back. And you yelled because I couldn't see that you were really trying to make us work, and I yelled because I was never good enough for you in the first place. And you didn't see that I needed your approval because you were so much smarter than me...and you didn't realize it was what you didn't say that hurt me so much more than what you did. And I wanted you to understand that I didn't want you to have to make us work — that we just should work by ourselves because we fit and because we loved each other and that was supposed to be enough. But I never meant to lose you...my eyes just got tired of trying to hold your stare. You typed numbly on your laptop, and when I glanced awkwardly over your shoulder, biting my nails and pacing behind you, you shut the cover and walked away. And you never listened anymore when I said I loved you, or cared that I didn't believe you when you sometimes said it back. You said it wasn't worth it, that you were tired of fighting with me. And when I said fuck you, you didn't even say anything. You just walked away because you stopped caring, because you were tired of watching me fight with myself, because you had always loved me and I never believed it even when it was true. ------------------------------------ I picked up the pieces of the glass and carried them over to the counter. It had caved from the center but its parts remained in tact. I won't throw them away because I know that whatever's broken can somehow be put back together again. Whole Family Fun Adam was a tall, 6'1" youth of eighteen. Athletic, handsome and horny. He was well endowed, 9" and thick. A senior in high school he was popular and liked by all the girls. He went out with a couple of them but never had a long term relationship with them. The reason was he was attracted to his mother, Margery. She was a woman of forty, but looked twenty five. She was petite except for her tits, which were E cup size. She had a nice body for a woman her age. Adam often fantasized about her and masturbated. She would often wear almost sheer summer dresses around the house her puffy nipples and areolas showing through. She would not wear panties so when she bent over Adam could see her nice ass and shaved pussy, with her large clit. Although Adam wanted his Mom he didn't know how to approach her. One night his opportunity came. His dad, Bert and his Mom went out for dinner and drinks. His Mom wore a short , tight dress that showed her curves. Adam jerked off after they left thinking about her. Adam was awakened at Two thirty A.M. by the arrival of his parents. They were brought home by taxi. They were both extremely drunk. Adam helped them into the house. Bert flopped on the couch. "Help your Mother to bed would ya? I'm too drunk." he slurred then passed out Adam saw his Mom was incapable of walking so he lifted her in his arms. "My aren't you a strong thing Sweetie." she slurred then kissed him on the mouth and passed out. The feeling of her in his arms, her big breasts pressed against him gave him an instant erection. He gently laid her across her bed and began to undress her. He removed her dress to reveal she was wearing a garter, no panties and no bra. Her huge breasts with their gargantuan areolas and nipples stared up at him. His cock was throbbing by now. He looked down at her pussy, getting a full, unhurried look for the first time. Adam couldn't resist. This was his chance to finally feel those monster tits. He cautiously leaned over and gently began fondling them. She moaned almost inaudibly. Adam froze but realized she was still passed out. He began massaging her nipples, which sprang to life becoming even bigger. She was moaning softly and steadily now. He felt bolder now. He leaned down further and took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck and lick it. Her moaning was louder and her body began to writhe. Seeing his Mom excited by his touch almost drove Adam over the edge. He reached down between her legs and started massaging her labia and clit. She groaned and spread her legs for him. Her eyes flew open at one point as he fingered her wet juicy hole. He froze but shortly realized she was still unaware. He then knelt down between her legs and began to lick her pussy lips. She let out a grunt then a long continuous moan. He got bolder and began to suck and lick her clit. She was panting now as her hips writhed up to meet his mouth and tongue. "Oh God, eat my cunt." she slurred almost unintelligibly in her stupor. Adam did just that. Slurping her cunt juices and sucking her clit. Her body was spasming and writhing as she neared orgasm. He kept up the pace sliding his finger in her hole while his hands frantically kneaded her bosoms. Her body tightened as her orgasm neared. She cummed with an unintelligible shout and fell back on the bed mumbling about how good it felt. When she had settled down for awhile Adam stood up and removed his shorts, releasing his throbbing, aching cock. "I've waited a long time for this I can't turn back now." he whispered. He placed his hands on both sides of his mom on the bed to hold his body weight off her. He slowly lowered his dick to her pussy lips. He was so excited he had to stop so he wouldn't cum fight then. He bent down and began sucking her huge nipples again. She responded with a moan and placed her hand behind his head. He slowly pushed his penis into her. The feeling of being in a tight pussy was fantastic but the fact that it was his Moms tight pussy was exhilarating. He sank it all the way in then pulled it out except for the head. He began to slowly fuck her. This was his first time and it was with the woman he always wanted to fuck. As he sucked her tits and fuck her pussy she was responding again. She wrapped her legs around him, mumbling sexy things and wanting more. He picked up the pace, but not too much he didn't want to wake her. After ten minutes slowly fucking her he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out and shot his load onto her flat, hard stomach. The sight of his sperm splashing onto her made him cum harder and longer than when he jacked off. After his cock was drained he pulled back the blankets and put her to bed. The next morning Adam awoke with a smile. He went downstairs to find his mom in the kitchen taking aspirin. She was wearing a short nightie that did not cover her ass and pussy completely and no bra. Her huge melons swinging like a pendulum when she moved. Adam tried to hide his growing cock. "Where's dad?" Adam asked. "Golfing" she replied "Wow, what a night. I got way too drunk." she said "Yeah, I had to put you to bed." he replied turning red. "I thought I remembered you carrying me. Did you have fun with me?" she asked looking closely at his face. "What do you mean?" he replied lamely, turning beet red. "Well I thought I had dreamt it all until I found your dried cum on my stomach." she said Adams heart sank. He forgot to clean her up. What would she do? Would she tell his Dad? "Next time cum in me not on me." she said laughing at his terror stricken look. Adam's knees almost buckled. Next time? Was this an invitation to more sex? "Now come over here and kiss me. You didn't last night and you should always kiss the girl your fucking." she said playfully. Adam fell over himself getting to her. Their lips met and then she forced her tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately for some time. Adams dick was rock hard and pressing against her stomach. She was writhing and moaning again. "You ready to fuck your old Mom again stud?" she asked pulling him into the living room. "Your not old, your smoking hot." he replied following eagerly. They sat on the couch and resumed kissing. His hands found their way under her nightie. His hands caressing her beautiful bosoms. She was stroking his cock through his shorts. "If you take off those shorts I'll take of this nightie." she said between deep breaths. Adam quickly removed them as she tore her nightie off over her head. She was as eager as Adam apparently. As they settled back on the couch Adam ravished her tits with one hand and his mouth while his other hand reached for her wet pussy. She was gasping for air as she madly stroked his cock. She pushed him away and made him lay back on the couch. She knelt down between his legs and began to kiss the head of his cock. The sensation was overpowering. She began to lick his shaft then slowly slid her mouth over his cock. She began to slowly move her mouth up and down his dick. Adam laid his head back, enjoying the new sensation of his Mother sucking him off. She sucked him for five minutes. "That's repayment for what you did last night." she said as she pulled off of his dick. She then climbed onto his lap, positioning her pussy over his cock. She slowly lowered herself until Adam was buried in her wet, juicy hole. "God Mom that feels so good. You are so tight." Adam cried out as he bottomed out in her. " Your just really big son but thank you. And this does feel good. Better than last night because I' awake to enjoy it." she panted. She continued to slide up and down Adams cock enjoying the feeling of her Son fucking her. As she sped up, she and Adam were having trouble catching their breath. "FUCK YOUR MOM ADAM! FUCK ME GOOD! I'VE WANTED YOUR COCK FOR SO LONG, NOW GIVE IT TO ME GOOD SON!" she screamed so loud Adam was sure the neighbors could hear. Adams mind reeled. She had been wanting him too! It explained the skimpy clothing. "I'VE WANTED YOU ALL MY LIFE! IT FEELS BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT COULD!" Adam cried in reply. Soon they both were in a fucking frenzy as their bodies slammed together repeatedly. "OOOOHHHHH I'MMMM CUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG!" she screamed . Her body was spasming as her orgasms ravaged her body repeatedly. Adam could hold out no longer. "WERE YOU SERIOUS ABOUT CUMMING IN YOU? DO I NEED A RUBBER?" he cried. "YOU ONLY NEED A RUBBER IF YOU CARE ABOUT GETTING ME PREGNANT. I WANT YOU TO FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM. I WANT YOUR BABY." she cried as another orgasm tore through her. Adam let his cum fly. It splattered her vaginal walls as shot after shot of his load was launched into her. After they caught their breath they cuddled together naked on the couch. Adams sperm spilling out of her onto the couch. They soon fell asleep in each others arms. They were awakened by the front door closing. They opened their eyes to see Bert standing and looking at them. He looked at them sternly. "What the hell is going on here? You two have been screwing havent you? I see the cum stain on the couch.." he said Adam and his Mom didn't know what to do they tried to cover themselves . "I'm pissed. You two have incestuous sex and don't include me! How hot is this and I'm not invited?" he said laughing "You two wouldn't be ready for another round would you?" Adam and Margery laughed in relief. And agreed they could go again. Adam began touching his Mom's breast, his dick hard again. "Nice cock son, mind if I touch it?" his Dad asked. "Uh I guess not." he replied hesitantly. "Yes Bert feel our sons big cock. It's so firm and he shoots big loads." she said excitedly. Adam felt his Dads hand surround his meat. It actually felt good as his Dad stroked him while he caressed and sucked his Mom's tits. Soon he was breathing hard. His Mom got on his lap facing away from him and sat on his cock, riding him hard. She laid back so Bert could lick her clit while she fucked her Son. Soon she was cumming in multiple orgasms again. She relaxed and climbed off. "Taste me on him. Lick my juice off your Son's cock." she demanded. "Uh I don't know Mom." Adam protested. But it was too late,. Bert was already licking him. It felt good, to Adam's surprise he liked it. Bert then started slowly sucking Adam. Adam could not believe how wonderful it felt. His Dad was an expert cock sucker, better than his Mom if that were possible "God Dad I'm gonna cum Better pull off." he cried out. His Dad responded by sucking faster. Soon Adam unloaded into his Dad's throat. His Dad swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean. Adam felt he should repay his Dad so he had him sit on the couch and began to stroke him. "Wow, that feels good Son. Thank you." Bert said appreciatively. Adam began to wonder what sucking his Dad would feel like. He leaned over and began to lick the head if his Dad's cock. "God Son that feels good." Bert said breathlessly. Adam began to suck his cock into his mouth. He swallowed the shaft. He felt it enter his throat as he went up and down on it. "OH GOD YOU SUCK REALLY GOOD SON." Bert cried. "Suck your Daddy good Son for Mommy." Margery said urging him on. Adam suck deeper and faster wanting to feel his Dads cum in his throat, wondering if he would like it. "I'M GONNA CUM YOU MIGHT WANT TO PULL OFF ADAM." Bert cried loudly. Adam just kept sucking and moving up and down the shaft faster. Bert screamed and shot his load into the boy's throat. Wad after wad of thick jizz entered Adams throat. He swallowed it and found he liked it. He licked his Dad's cock clean. They all cuddled together on the couch and took another nap. When they awoke it started all over again. They are now a happy incestuous family. They often do threesomes but Adam and his Mom or Adam and his Dad often find time alone. Adam is the only one Margery lets fuck her but Bert doesn't mind as long as he and Adam can suck and fuck. Adam and Margery are expecting their first although friends think it's Bert's child.