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PART 3
Here is the third and final part to the colored entries of mine below. I have a new story as well. I will post it either tonight or later this week. Probably tonight because I am, how do you say it... "in the mood". If you have not read the first two parts to this, I suggest that you do before reading this one, although it will probably do you justice on its own, based on the content of this particular part.
Bon Lire,
Amie
He looked at her sort of halfway. "You take fucking long showers. C'mere, Billy Madison is on." She moved to the couch and sat cross legged next to him.
He didn't know what exactly she smelled like, but whatever it was, it was completely intoxicating. He thought maybe to tell her that, but decided against it a moment later. He tried to concentrate on the movie, but he'd seen it a million times and Hayley was about a million times more interesting. She leaned forward on her knees and he followed the curve of her neck from her bottom to her shoulder blades, starting to wonder in the most unholy of ways if she was wearing panties, or a bra... The television blared and he stared at her laughing face, her wide, white smile, wrapped in pink lips. Her blue eyes closed sort of slowly and he turned to face the TV, watching her throw her arms up in a stretch from a side angle. She fell lightly to the side, leaning her head affectionately on his shoulder. Not suggesting, or so he figured. He saw it as a little sister's gesture, something he remembered from long family trips in the car when his younger sister Katie got tired. And then he looked down again, and it wasn't Katie. Hayley wasn't his little sister; he couldn't change that. And he didn't want to at all. He wrapped his arm around her, his finger catching on her tee-shirt sleeve. He hesitated a moment and then ran his fingertip across the place where the fabric met her arm. Her skin was so soft, light feeling. His stomach started to feel a bit needy and he hugged her sort of tightly against his side.
That of course, made the tension all the more awful for him, because he could feel every part of her, every sigh she gave. He drew little circles on her upper arm and she began to feel a bit uneasy. Not in the bad way though, in the impatient way. She laid one hand on his stomach, beneath his ribs and they stayed like that, tucked together, for a few more minutes. She loved his heat in the cold apartment, but she rose to her feet.
"I'm going to bed," she said. He nodded.
"Room next to the kitchen."
"Isn't there only one room."
"Yeah, I'm very hospitable." She smiled. "I'll take the couch."
"Sure?" She rocked on her heels.
"100%," he said, adjusting the pillow under his back.
"Alright." She picked her acrylic fingernail. "Well, thanks for getting dinner and putting up with my obnoxiously long shower and just… me in general."
"No problem at all." There was a silence and neither of them moved; they only stared at each other.
In a sudden gesture that she'd actually been planning, she leaned down and pressed her pretty lips against his face. She stayed very close after that, placing another on his forehead, breathing out. He had shut his eyes, but he opened them again and wiped the messy fringe out of her eyes, fastening his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her mouth against his and kissed her hard. She didn't breathe at all. He kissed her again, this time pulling her onto his lap. She brought her hands to the sides of his face and slid her fingers down the back of his neck, beneath the collar of his tee-shirt.
He gripped her wrists suddenly and she lunged forward, kissing the underside of his chin. He threw her off gently.
“Don’t,” he said. She kissed his cheek. “Please don’t.” She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, moving her mouth back to his, inhaling his hot breath. Her face was pressed against his, cheek to cheek. It was nearly intolerable to him that it didn’t feel wrong. It should have felt wrong.
She ran her hands through his hair and forced her hips onto his. He tried to wriggle away from her, but it was impossible because she felt so good. And she was getting him so hard. Incidentally, the fact that he was completely hard made it even better for her. She’d started to roll her hips against his, even though he turned his head when she tried to kiss him again.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch,” she said, sliding her tongue against his ear lobe.
He faced her and she held the sides of his face. They just stared at each other, breathing rough, stomach to stomach.
She began to kiss him again, but he pinned her beneath his body. He listened to her breath quicken and skimmed the roof of her mouth with his tongue, which, in addition to being a little longer and wider than most, was pierced through the middle. Her body rose to meet his and she searched for where he was placing his hands. She found them beneath the small of her back and yanked on his forearms. He lost his balance and fell on top of her, but she didn’t mind; she directed him to the inner sides of her thighs and then to her hips. He kissed her, almost violently, and felt her shudder underneath him when he laid his hand on her groin. He played with the elastic on her pajama bottoms, pushing her tee-shirt up over her breasts. Her stomach heaved and he kissed her hipbones, closing his hands around her full bottom. He’d been so preoccupied with the feeling of it that he’d forgotten that the top of her was almost completely bare. She pulled the tiny shirt over her head and drove his face to her chest. He pressed his ear between her breasts; her heartbeat was fast and heavy, like her breath. She looked down at him and he reached up, pulling her hair out of the wet, messy ball so that it fell over her shoulders and breasts in golden loops. She looked like something mythical, some kind of unearthly beauty. Her back bent and arched as he touched her body, her breasts heaved as he felt between them, thumbing her nipples. He kissed after he touched, tasting her sweat, the lilac oil she’d put beneath her breasts in his bathroom.
She tugged at his shirt in the most human way possible and he crossed his arms over his stomach, removing it that slow, teasing way she knew from the movies. He leaned against the couch and stretched out; the muscles in his chest and stomach caught her touch. She traced her fingers down the V line of his hips, running her nails back up his body, slow, with force. He let out a tense breath, grabbing her wrists and pulling her body against his, fastening his hands around her back, rubbing the length of her body, hip to breast.
Her stomach started to hurt in the lowest place. In a somewhat quick, fiery motion, she thrust her hand between his thighs. He groaned unexpectedly and she began to stroke him there, back and forth. He closed his hand over hers and moved it faster, squeezing harder. She started to work the zipper and the belt buckle, but he threw her off, standing up.
He started down at her and held out his hand. She took it and he bent down, pulling her entire body up over his shoulder. She laughed, unabashed. He sort of jogged to the bedroom, throwing her on the unmade queen sized bed. She opened her arms to him and he sort of fell on top of her, working the pajama pants down and pressing himself against the wet spot between her pearly thighs, driving his erection against her. She felt it fully through the jeans, but he began to unbutton and unzip them because it ached, pushing against the denim. He tossed the belt aside and let the jeans drop, kicking them off into the closet.
He just stood there and let her stare for a moment, because she’d never seen someone like Lee like that. Naked. He pulled his boxer shorts off and she wondered sincerely how it would fit inside her. She stood up too, pulling the damp, cherry patterned panties off and kicking them towards him. He hugged her firmly, his stiff, bare cock against her belly.
She took it again in her hand, this time alarmed by the flesh and the heat. But it felt so good and right. She pulled on him, softly and he gripped the back of her neck, breathing heavy into her ear, moaning a little. She flicked her wrist and his hips rocked onto her hand, barely at first but then quickly, fast. He pushed her back down into the mattress and she pulled faster, harder. He started to moan a little louder. He never made much noise on his own or with most other girls, but this had to be an exception. Besides, he could tell it was getting her off completely. He came a fair amount, more than usual for just being jacked off. He felt a bit cheap though, like he hadn’t been paying much attention to how incredible she actually looked, and was, for that matter. He kissed her a little bit and laid her out, pushing his knee between her thighs. He cupped her backside and her legs fell open a little. He rammed his knee a little harshly into her. She moaned fairly loudly and he started to work her body, sucking and biting around her nipples, which were throbbing. She started to shake a little when he thumbed her inner thigh, removing his knee and staring at the open, wet slit. He laid his finger tips against the outermost part of her and she cried out, tightening her legs. She was so tender that even the very lightest touch made her whine. He moved his forehead to her thigh and stared at her tight cunt. He could see her pulsing and inhaled the scent, pulling her bottom apart a little to see clearer. Her pink lips opened and he kissed just on the outside, the top. She whimpered softly and slipped a hand over her right breast. He slid his tongue inside of her, over her swollen clit. She cried out at full volume, pulling on the bed covers. He blew into her a little, just to test the reaction. It wasn’t as strong as before. He thrust his tongue inside of her and she moaned again, her hips bucking against his chin. He held her down and sucked her begging cunt until it almost hurt. He slipped his middle finger into her and pulled back, again and again until she rode his hand hard. She wondered, before she came, how many girls he’d done this to, to be so good at it. Her climax was heavy and she lay still completely afterward, watching him get up on his feet, wipe his mouth and turn towards the door. She followed him and grabbed his back.
“Where are you going?”
“Couch.”
“Why?”
“I can’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“You.” He half smiled, sarcastically.
“What?”
“Moral objections.” She rolled her eyes.
“Well what the hell is it then? Do I have an ugly…”
“No.” She kissed the side of his face, her lips catching on the 5 o’clock shadow. They sat nude, side by side on the end of his bed. “You remember when I met you in Texas and we talked for a long time?” She nodded. “You told me what you wanted? You know?”
“And I said all that shit about kids and dogs and a husband and being a virgin until my wedding and all that.”
“Yep.”
“Don’t take it seriously.”
“Yeah, but you were serious.” She touched his shoulder.
“Lee, look at me. Things change.” She kissed his mouth. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have kissed you at all.” He shut his eyes and let her push him back. “And did I tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“You’re the best kisser.” She said, touching his chest, and then his stomach. She closed her eyes and laid her forehead against his. Soon she was beneath him again. Her legs spread and he seized her hips, placing the tip of his cock inside of her, just barely. She made a slight “ahh” type of noise, like she’d cut her finger. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was inevitable. He pushed into her and she cried out, grabbing the back of his neck. He stroked her hair, which had pooled around her head like a halo. He started to pull back and noticed she’d started to cry.
“Oh Jesus.”
“It’s ok. Please.” He thrust back inside of her and felt her loosen a little. She kept moaning. She ran her hands down his back, over the muscular flanks of his backside. She pulled him inside of her, deeper. It was a desperate mix of pleasure and pain. She looked at him and shut her eyes, wrapping her arms around him. He held her up a little and she buried her face in his shoulder. He started to fuck her at a steady pace, and it began to feel easier. She still moaned in partial pain, but her stomach was beginning to feel full and hot again. He sat up a little more, immersing himself in her. He caught her clit with the edge of his cock and it got easier still; her tight slit was wetter, even slippery. He rode her, pulling back and thrusting deep, pausing for a second or so and pulling back again. The muscles in his ass flexed and she squeezed him harder. He gripped her breasts and felt himself beginning to come. He let out a profound groan, fucking hard and fast, even more than before. He started to moan loud and deep. She whimpered and cried out at the same time. He came inside of her and she pushed back on him, forgetting about being responsible. Her insides tightened and she came a moment later, reaching down and feeling the place where they connected. He lay inside of her for a second and pulled out, cleaning the come and the little bit of blood off of himself. She lay with her legs spread open, looking down at her body. It wasn’t pure anymore, it wasn’t the same. She turned to the side and faced him. He wiped the hair out of her face and held her to his chest. She started to cry there, in his arms.
“You okay?” He whispered. She smiled weakly and nodded. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s not that bad. It’s good, actually. Now it’ll never hurt again.”
“Maybe.” He stared at the ceiling.
“Sorry I ruined your bed sheets.” He laughed, kissing her forehead.
“Are you tired?”
“Yep.”
“Sleep.”
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 _geometric
2006-08-03 04:08
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You're a really great writer, especially when it comes to this sort of thing. Although, I did find myself having trouble from times to time figuring out who was saying what. Regardless, great story. =]] (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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(Anonymous)
2006-12-27 21:44
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suchh a good story..you're a really talented writer. it flowed really well not to mention it was hot as hell! good job, mucho kudos =] i
oh! and ts super relatable and it reminds me of the time i lost my virginity lol..love it (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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