by V. Friend

There is a touch of electricity in the air as we return to your apartment. We were talkative and playful earlier, now there is tension. We make awkward small talk and comment on the evening's events. Neither of us really pays much attention to what is being said. I get up to leave. As I reach the door, I turn to hug you and tell you goodnight as I have every time before. But this time things are different. This night I will not leave. I take your hands into mine and pull you close to me to breathe in your essence. Our lips meet briefly, urgently. I watch your face for an answer.

Your shyness has taken on a quiet confidence and there is a boldness to your movements. You return my kisses with eagerness and my tongue seeks your mouth. Your kisses enflame me and my nipples harden to show their response. You step back and look at me for a reaction. Certain now of our destiny, I pull you to me. Lust is surely on my mind and now I know that you are feeling the same.

Our bodies fit together as a hand in glove. My hands roam the outline of your body remembering and exploring its curves and softness. As we walk down the hallway to your bedroom, our lips meet again to calm our pounding hearts. You stand so still as I undress and quickly return to your soft body. My hands shake as I unfasten your blouse to first kiss your neck, then your shoulders. My lips are everywhere as we lie back on your bed. I ask you if this is want you want. Do we dare go any further?

My own juices are starting to flow and I want to show that passion. My mouth is all over you. Your body tells me what you want, whispering to me softly. You leave the journey to me and I intend to take you on a trip of a lifetime. The vibrations of your body respond with the urgency of love. Your erect nipples are my most immediate target as I hungrily suck, lick, bite. We whisper encouragements to acknowledge the passion between us. My fingers seek the center of your desire and find wetness. Your love button stands at attention to be gently stroked. Two of my fingers enter your warm, wet, slippery tunnel of love. A thin film of sweat covers our bodies as the struggle for release begins. My fingers slide in and out to the beat that only your body knows. I concentrate my efforts on you to relieve my own stowed up passions. Eagerly, we both seek sweet relief.

First you gasp softly. Is that it for you? No. I continue to touch you and suck your nipples. I play your body like a fine instrument until your cry fills the room. Yes, sweet release! I hold you gently until your breathing slows and your heart stops pounding. My hand is covered with your essence as I bring it to my lips. Softly, I whisper my love for you and hold you close. The only sound in the room is that of our breathing. This is what I have wanted from the first time I met you. Now, I know it is what you wanted, too.

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