We haven't seen each other in months. It had been a seemingly small disagreement but the fall out had been rather large. He demanded I leave his life. I was left with a broken heart and questions. But after small returns of communication, a reunion was planned. Time to clear the air and either start anew or break completely.
After months of separation, how would I react to seeing him again? He had thrown me away like a used napkin. Could I still feel affection towards a man who could be so careless with me? I deserve better, right? Surely a real friend wouldn't have treated me so cruelly? Why am I even wanting to see him again? We were always somewhere between friends and lovers without actual sex and then we were nothing and now we are? What time is it? Shit, I need to run or I'll be late!
I've never been to his place before. It seems strange to be at his doorstep now but the idea of ripping open old wounds in a public place seemed weirder. So here I am, dressed like a tired librarian, right down to the French twist in my hair. Of course, since I am a tired librarian, I won't say I'm going for a look, just being me. Maybe I should have dressed up. A top that shows some cleavage. A tight pencil skirt that shows off all of the squats and running I've been doing since we last saw each other. But why bother? None of that ever moved us to lovers before and he's always been clear that I'm the opposite of his type. Besides tears in my cleavage isn't sexy.
I can hear his footstep; the door locks turning; my heart is racing. More heartbreak? Friends? Breathe deep, it is better to know than not know. That smile . . .
"Hey"
"Hey, come on in."
Well, this is awkward, he isn't moving to let me in. Hug? Okay, let's try it.
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She stepped into his arm, her head back on his chest just like in the old days. His smell just as enticing as always but a bit of sadness welled up inside of her. He had told her to leave his life and now months later, he had the nerve to hug her like nothing.
While she was thinking about his smell, he marveled at how much he had missed her arms around him. He had always longed for more but never had the nerve to make a move and then rather than reveal himself, he had dumped her out of the blue and now here they were. A chance to clear the air, to start again, to be truthful. He had promised himself he would take the chance if she ever gave him one again. Here is the chance.
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"Adam, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just thinking for a second; how nice it is to see you again."
I step back to see his face and I can't read his expression. I could snap his neck. He never gives anything away. My face tells everything I'm thinking. I can't hide anything. Each dirty thought I've ever had about him, I know he's seen run across my face.
He stepped back to lead me inside. That's strange, is that his hand on my waist? He's leading me!?
"Would you like some tea?"
"Of course, I've always wanted to see your stash!"
I can see his electric tea kettle is ready and he lets go of my waist to open a cabinet. So much tea!
"WOW! It's bigger than I thought!"
"I always knew you would say that."
"You made that dirty. I just can't believe how many different kinds of tea you have. You know I love tea."
"Well pick your first cup and I'll get your mug. Cream and sugar?"
"Yes, please!"
I stare at the stash for a minute and settle on a fancy looking Oolong. It smells delicious as I open the foil package. My eyes were closed and I was so focused on the scent of tea, I actually screamed out in fear as I felt him put his arm around me. He could have just handed me the cup. Why put his arm around me?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scream. I was just enjoying the scent of the tea and didn't see you."
"I know. I was enjoying watching you."
That smile. Damn, straight face, chill girl. He dumped you and more than likely is about to do it again. Enjoy the tea, keep a straight face, and move on.
"Shall we sit? Or you want to talk around the tea kettle?"
"Let's sit."
His hand is around my waist again. He leads me to the sofa and we sit right next to each other. Strange, normally we sit across from each other so we can look at each other as we talk.
"Okay, I'll start. I'm sorry for the way I . . . I"
He grabs my free hand with both of his. I reach back and put down my tea. I place my hand on top of the pile of hands. I search his face for a clue of what is co . . .
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He kissed her. His hands suddenly left the pile and were around her waist. He pulled her in tighter and with desperation.
For her part, her suddenly free hands found his neck then her left hand was cupping cheek, her right hand at the nape of his neck.
His hands lowered to her hips then butt. He gently and skillfully pushed her back on to the sofa, kissing her deeper and beginning to kiss her face until he found her ear lube. He could hear her breath quicken so he lingered. She squirmed in excitement, her legs parting so that he settled comfortably on top of her.
Her hands began to untuck his t-shirt and her bare hands felt cool on his hot back. She continued to move the shirt up until she pulled it over his head. That was the first moment that his lips lifted off of her. Their eyes met and they stopped cold. Breathing hard, they both swallowed and froze.
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I can feel his heart pounding. I can feel his hard dick against my wet pussy. I can feel the fabric separating the two. And I'm singing The Killers in my mind - "It started off with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss, it was . . ."
I've wanted this and him for so long that honestly, I'm confused. I'm not dressed sexy. I'm here expecting to be dumped to my face and now I'm under this man, crazy with the desire to rip our pants off and keep going. I can't read his expression. Is that regret? relief? desire? I just don't know. I'm frozen. Kiss him back but what if he turns his face away. Sit up? What do I do?
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Just as the freeze threatened to kill the whole mood, he kissed her lips again. This time his hands pulled her up to sitting and then standing. He slowly led her to his bedroom. A sweet slow dance/walk that kept them glued together, lips parted and tongues exploring each other's mouths.
As he laid her back on his bed, his hands moved from her back to pulling her plain black t-shirt over her head. His lips moved to her shoulders, moving her right bra strap and cup with his nose as his mouth down to her now exposed nipple. As he took the whole nipple into his mouth, his hands unhooked her bra and each hand cupped a breast.
He sucked and teased each nipple moving slowly back and forth between the two. She squirmed under him. His dick rock hard pulsing against her jeans.
He was moving so slowly, it was driving her crazy. She reached down to his jeans, unbutton them, unzipped them, and pushed them down first with her hands and then with her feet.
He could feel his buttcheeks being exposed but his focus was suddenly on the hands pulling and tugging on his pulsing dick. Then suddenly he was on his back. She moved her lips down his body, following his happy trail straight to his tight balls. He could feel her tongue licking, tasting, massaging his balls but avoiding his dick.
He heard a zipper and was quickly aware that she had taken down her own jeans and now had her hands on his shaft.
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"Do you have a condom?"
"Mmmm, let me check my nightstand."
"I have one in my purse but it's back out in the living room."
Avoid eye contact. Don't kill the mood with eye contact. We both have body issues and now we are here naked together.
"I found it!"
As he handed me the condom, I wanted to ask how long it had been since he needed to pull one out of the nightstand but I held my tongue 'cause that would really be a mood killer and opens up the conversation to ask about how long it has been for me.
I slip the condom out of the foil and unroll it expertly over his hot hard dick. To suck or to ride?
As if he could read my mind, he gently pushed my head down over his dick. I could taste the plastic instead of that lovely dick but a girl has to be careful. I work the head and down to the shaft. It is hard to deep throat a dick in a condom and I'm really tempted to proceed with the whole thing bare.
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As she worked his shaft, he had to hold back from cuming. He needed to plunge his dick deep in that pussy but she was working so hard and so good and he didn't think there were more condoms in the nightstand. He pulled her mouth back to his and rolled them back on to her back.
He spread her legs with his and after a quick check to make sure the condom was still on, he plunged his dick deep into her dripping wet pussy. It was so tight, so wet, so warm and welcoming. Why had he waited so long to make her his? He thrust his hips working his dick into every inch he could reach. Moving slowly then quickly. Her body opened to his completely. His hands kept her hips still so that each one of his strokes landed expertly. She wrapped her legs around his and as she pulled him down to kiss her, she came hard. She pulled in him closer and closer, deeper and deeper, as she kept coming until they were practically one body, they were so wrapped in each other. It was with her first orgasm that he finally came too. He had been holding back as long as he could and her high pitched, "I'm cumming!" was the note he needed to finally allow himself to explode.
As they lay next to each other in the afterglow, he rolled to his side and gently kissed her lips again. Not ready to break the glow with words, he licked down the middle of her body until he dove his tongue deep into her still wet and vibrating cunt. He could taste her creamy cum. Smell her body bliss sweat. Heard her breathing again quicken. His hands once again help her hips in place as she began to try squirm away. He tasted, teased, and ate every part of her sweet wet pussy. Once again he heard her calling out in pleasure despite the tightening of her legs around his ears as she came.
This time he just laid next to her. All of his energy spent and all of the room funky with the smell of sex and cum. This time she rolled to her side and laid her head on his chest and began playing with his beard.
She broke the silence with a twinkle in her eye, "I think I have road rash between my thighs from all of your work."
"Ha, ha. Sorry about that but once I get going, I just can't pull back," he said as he twirled her now loose and crazy hair between his fingers.
"I'm not complaining at all. That was much better than I had fantasied about it, except deep throating your dick with the condom on. I don't recommend it."
"I'll keep that in mind. Now a very important question, Do you want to stay here or should we be making our way to foodage? I don't know about you but if I don't get some water soon, my tongue is going to cramp."
After months of separation, how would I react to seeing him again? He had thrown me away like a used napkin. Could I still feel affection towards a man who could be so careless with me? I deserve better, right? Surely a real friend wouldn't have treated me so cruelly? Why am I even wanting to see him again? We were always somewhere between friends and lovers without actual sex and then we were nothing and now we are? What time is it? Shit, I need to run or I'll be late!
I've never been to his place before. It seems strange to be at his doorstep now but the idea of ripping open old wounds in a public place seemed weirder. So here I am, dressed like a tired librarian, right down to the French twist in my hair. Of course, since I am a tired librarian, I won't say I'm going for a look, just being me. Maybe I should have dressed up. A top that shows some cleavage. A tight pencil skirt that shows off all of the squats and running I've been doing since we last saw each other. But why bother? None of that ever moved us to lovers before and he's always been clear that I'm the opposite of his type. Besides tears in my cleavage isn't sexy.
I can hear his footstep; the door locks turning; my heart is racing. More heartbreak? Friends? Breathe deep, it is better to know than not know. That smile . . .
"Hey"
"Hey, come on in."
Well, this is awkward, he isn't moving to let me in. Hug? Okay, let's try it.
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She stepped into his arm, her head back on his chest just like in the old days. His smell just as enticing as always but a bit of sadness welled up inside of her. He had told her to leave his life and now months later, he had the nerve to hug her like nothing.
While she was thinking about his smell, he marveled at how much he had missed her arms around him. He had always longed for more but never had the nerve to make a move and then rather than reveal himself, he had dumped her out of the blue and now here they were. A chance to clear the air, to start again, to be truthful. He had promised himself he would take the chance if she ever gave him one again. Here is the chance.
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"Adam, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just thinking for a second; how nice it is to see you again."
I step back to see his face and I can't read his expression. I could snap his neck. He never gives anything away. My face tells everything I'm thinking. I can't hide anything. Each dirty thought I've ever had about him, I know he's seen run across my face.
He stepped back to lead me inside. That's strange, is that his hand on my waist? He's leading me!?
"Would you like some tea?"
"Of course, I've always wanted to see your stash!"
I can see his electric tea kettle is ready and he lets go of my waist to open a cabinet. So much tea!
"WOW! It's bigger than I thought!"
"I always knew you would say that."
"You made that dirty. I just can't believe how many different kinds of tea you have. You know I love tea."
"Well pick your first cup and I'll get your mug. Cream and sugar?"
"Yes, please!"
I stare at the stash for a minute and settle on a fancy looking Oolong. It smells delicious as I open the foil package. My eyes were closed and I was so focused on the scent of tea, I actually screamed out in fear as I felt him put his arm around me. He could have just handed me the cup. Why put his arm around me?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scream. I was just enjoying the scent of the tea and didn't see you."
"I know. I was enjoying watching you."
That smile. Damn, straight face, chill girl. He dumped you and more than likely is about to do it again. Enjoy the tea, keep a straight face, and move on.
"Shall we sit? Or you want to talk around the tea kettle?"
"Let's sit."
His hand is around my waist again. He leads me to the sofa and we sit right next to each other. Strange, normally we sit across from each other so we can look at each other as we talk.
"Okay, I'll start. I'm sorry for the way I . . . I"
He grabs my free hand with both of his. I reach back and put down my tea. I place my hand on top of the pile of hands. I search his face for a clue of what is co . . .
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He kissed her. His hands suddenly left the pile and were around her waist. He pulled her in tighter and with desperation.
For her part, her suddenly free hands found his neck then her left hand was cupping cheek, her right hand at the nape of his neck.
His hands lowered to her hips then butt. He gently and skillfully pushed her back on to the sofa, kissing her deeper and beginning to kiss her face until he found her ear lube. He could hear her breath quicken so he lingered. She squirmed in excitement, her legs parting so that he settled comfortably on top of her.
Her hands began to untuck his t-shirt and her bare hands felt cool on his hot back. She continued to move the shirt up until she pulled it over his head. That was the first moment that his lips lifted off of her. Their eyes met and they stopped cold. Breathing hard, they both swallowed and froze.
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I can feel his heart pounding. I can feel his hard dick against my wet pussy. I can feel the fabric separating the two. And I'm singing The Killers in my mind - "It started off with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss, it was . . ."
I've wanted this and him for so long that honestly, I'm confused. I'm not dressed sexy. I'm here expecting to be dumped to my face and now I'm under this man, crazy with the desire to rip our pants off and keep going. I can't read his expression. Is that regret? relief? desire? I just don't know. I'm frozen. Kiss him back but what if he turns his face away. Sit up? What do I do?
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Just as the freeze threatened to kill the whole mood, he kissed her lips again. This time his hands pulled her up to sitting and then standing. He slowly led her to his bedroom. A sweet slow dance/walk that kept them glued together, lips parted and tongues exploring each other's mouths.
As he laid her back on his bed, his hands moved from her back to pulling her plain black t-shirt over her head. His lips moved to her shoulders, moving her right bra strap and cup with his nose as his mouth down to her now exposed nipple. As he took the whole nipple into his mouth, his hands unhooked her bra and each hand cupped a breast.
He sucked and teased each nipple moving slowly back and forth between the two. She squirmed under him. His dick rock hard pulsing against her jeans.
He was moving so slowly, it was driving her crazy. She reached down to his jeans, unbutton them, unzipped them, and pushed them down first with her hands and then with her feet.
He could feel his buttcheeks being exposed but his focus was suddenly on the hands pulling and tugging on his pulsing dick. Then suddenly he was on his back. She moved her lips down his body, following his happy trail straight to his tight balls. He could feel her tongue licking, tasting, massaging his balls but avoiding his dick.
He heard a zipper and was quickly aware that she had taken down her own jeans and now had her hands on his shaft.
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"Do you have a condom?"
"Mmmm, let me check my nightstand."
"I have one in my purse but it's back out in the living room."
Avoid eye contact. Don't kill the mood with eye contact. We both have body issues and now we are here naked together.
"I found it!"
As he handed me the condom, I wanted to ask how long it had been since he needed to pull one out of the nightstand but I held my tongue 'cause that would really be a mood killer and opens up the conversation to ask about how long it has been for me.
I slip the condom out of the foil and unroll it expertly over his hot hard dick. To suck or to ride?
As if he could read my mind, he gently pushed my head down over his dick. I could taste the plastic instead of that lovely dick but a girl has to be careful. I work the head and down to the shaft. It is hard to deep throat a dick in a condom and I'm really tempted to proceed with the whole thing bare.
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As she worked his shaft, he had to hold back from cuming. He needed to plunge his dick deep in that pussy but she was working so hard and so good and he didn't think there were more condoms in the nightstand. He pulled her mouth back to his and rolled them back on to her back.
He spread her legs with his and after a quick check to make sure the condom was still on, he plunged his dick deep into her dripping wet pussy. It was so tight, so wet, so warm and welcoming. Why had he waited so long to make her his? He thrust his hips working his dick into every inch he could reach. Moving slowly then quickly. Her body opened to his completely. His hands kept her hips still so that each one of his strokes landed expertly. She wrapped her legs around his and as she pulled him down to kiss her, she came hard. She pulled in him closer and closer, deeper and deeper, as she kept coming until they were practically one body, they were so wrapped in each other. It was with her first orgasm that he finally came too. He had been holding back as long as he could and her high pitched, "I'm cumming!" was the note he needed to finally allow himself to explode.
As they lay next to each other in the afterglow, he rolled to his side and gently kissed her lips again. Not ready to break the glow with words, he licked down the middle of her body until he dove his tongue deep into her still wet and vibrating cunt. He could taste her creamy cum. Smell her body bliss sweat. Heard her breathing again quicken. His hands once again help her hips in place as she began to try squirm away. He tasted, teased, and ate every part of her sweet wet pussy. Once again he heard her calling out in pleasure despite the tightening of her legs around his ears as she came.
This time he just laid next to her. All of his energy spent and all of the room funky with the smell of sex and cum. This time she rolled to her side and laid her head on his chest and began playing with his beard.
She broke the silence with a twinkle in her eye, "I think I have road rash between my thighs from all of your work."
"Ha, ha. Sorry about that but once I get going, I just can't pull back," he said as he twirled her now loose and crazy hair between his fingers.
"I'm not complaining at all. That was much better than I had fantasied about it, except deep throating your dick with the condom on. I don't recommend it."
"I'll keep that in mind. Now a very important question, Do you want to stay here or should we be making our way to foodage? I don't know about you but if I don't get some water soon, my tongue is going to cramp."
