It's the day after, and I can't stop thinking about last night with Seyed. We've been close friends for several years, in a band together for three years, and dating for six months. I would expect the passion to have long since evaporated, but I find I still adore him and crave his kind attention. Intelligent, successful, funny, and generous, he's one of my favorite people in the world.
Last night we went to our rehearsal studio with a friend and played music for hours. Afterward, we went out for drinks at the local bars located in walking distance from Seyed's. His friend Matt and I both drank a bit too much for either of us to consider driving home, so we all went back to Seyed's place to crash. Matt flopped on the couch in the small one bedroom apartment, while Seyed and I retired to the bedroom. We left the door open so that Matt would feel comfortable coming in to use the restroom if he needed to, as it is located in the bedroom.
I laid happily in Seyed's arms, gazing into his beautiful brown eyes. We kissed tenderly as Seyed stroked my face, my hair, my arms. I was lost in the sensation of his soft lips against mine as his hands stroked the back of my thighs in tighter and tighter circles until I started to become more than a little aroused. His tongue darted into my mouth, and feeling his tongue pressing against mine insistently, waves of excitement moved deep inside of me.
Soon I felt his hard prick through his briefs pressing against my belly. We continued tongue kissing as my hands stroked and caressed his growing hard-on. His breathing increased in pace while his erection jumped in my hand, and a soft moan escaped his lips. Soon he was removing his briefs and guiding my hands toward his hardness, which I willingly began to pump in earnest. My pussy ached with arousal and I could feel my wetness starting to leak into my panties.
