This was written by a friend and me in 2001. It was a mutual decision that I could submit it to Literotica, but I never did until now. I have lost contact with this friend, so by submitting this story I may actually reconnect with her if she reads it. Quartering
*Thank You for it has been a bad past three nights for Me.*
"How can i make Your past three days seem better? How can i make those memories go away for a short period of time?"
letting You have my hand, just as You were holding it in the café.
Taking your hand and bring it to My lips, slowly running My tongue over the palm.
*I am not sure...* smiling
Feeling Your tongue like fire against my hand, Your eyes glowing as You are much aware of what You are doing
"mmmm"
taking a few steps around You, feeling You let go of my hand, leaning Your head back, waiting for the kind brush to stroke Your hair, and i begin to treat you with the softest of brushes.
your hand against My hair ... I turn towards you and place My hands on your shirt and bring you to Me close...letting My hands trail up your shoulders then your neck drawing your lips to Mine ...slowly and softly kissing you at first..pressing My body into yours.... steel blue eyes following your every move as you walk a few steps around Me... then the soft touches of pening the kiss as My fingers finds your hair holding you firmly.
moaning into Your mouth as i feel Your strong fingers hold me, and i drop the brush to the floor, letting my hands trace Your shoulders and down on Your back, softly caressing and rubbing every muscle, while enjoying Your lips and swiftly moving tongue as i'm drawn closer and lower against Your body
feeling your hands moving over My back down to My buttocks and searching, exploring.. I break off the kiss and move back a step and look deepely into your eyes smiling... then I let go of your hair.. turn and move to the window and look out
looking at Your back as You stand looking out the window, looking down at the floor, whispering
"Is it time?"
not wanting to hear the response, knowing inside me the answer.
turning and looking over My shoulder and smiling
*not yet.. Go and fix U/us something nice and relaxing to drink*
feeling my heart beat for each word You tell me
"i'll do that."
standing up straight, making sure there are no wrinkles on my pants or shirt, walking out to the kitchen, taking a few moments to fix You a glass of orangejuice from freshly squeezed oranges, and a glass of milk to myself, serving the fluids in highball-glasses on a silvertray. Slowly walking out to find You looking out the window.
"Ma'am, here You are."
standing tall next to You, smiling as i hear Your breath.
turning slowly from the window...picking up the glass of orange juice and bring it to My red lips as I watch you with My steel blue eyes...
picking up my glass of milk, putting the tray underneath my arm, and sip from my glass while my eyes stay fixed in Yours. i do not say a word, but my thoughts are clear about the beauty i have in front of me
Watching you over the rim of the glass of orange juce thinking of the many things that you can change the way that the weekend has been, into a more enjoyable weekend.Seeing your slowly lower the glass of milk then moving your tongue over your lips to gather the milk from them also. Wondering just how your tongue will feel on My body.
Placing the glass of orange juice on the table next to the window then stepping to you placing My hands up under your shirt feeling the heat of your skin. Whispering.
*I know of a few ways that you can make the weekend more enjoyable.*
Looking into Your eyes, feeling Your warm hands against my skin, feeling how You grab the shirt at the bottom and how You start to rip it up in the front. i stand still, watching You, sipping on my glass to keep my mouth from drying up. Your hands continue until my shirt is torn in two pieces, and i feel how You lean against me, Your hot cheek against my bare chest, Your fingernails pushing against me. i place my hands on Your hips, holding them still while i feel Your hands moving over me, and i place my glass next to yours.
"Please, tell me."
O/our eyes meet and i see them glitter in the pale light in the room, and i see that You are about to say something, then decide not to, and with the same whisper in Your voice i hear you say.
"Wait, just wait until you're told or find out."
i feel Your fingers trace my skin, and i continue to stand tall, silently feeling your hips move in my hands.
The sound of the shirt ripping penetrates the stillness of the room, as there is only you and I present. Your hot skin against my hands now as I move my fingers to your nipples, pinching and twisting them both at the same time. Hearing you gasp then moan whispering.
*You dont touch Me until I allow it. Now remove your hands from my body.*