One Spring Morning, She finally gets him naked in her arms … One Spring Morning
It is about 9:30 in the morning of a late spring day. The place is a mid-west university town. In a quiet neighborhood North of campus the trees are in full leaf. The sun is bright, the air is warm and the buzz of life is in the air.
No more work today. Grad school spring finals are over for Dave. He's ready for the break between Spring and Summer quarters. His Research Assistant job is already shutdown for two weeks. He turned in the take home final for his Engineering Mechanics - Vibrations of Structures class at 8 am. Phew, finals are OVER.
Finding the early morning is most productive he got up at 2 am to finish off the test and check his work. He had gone to bed at 10 pm, slept well and woke to a quiet house. This test was hours of matrix calculations deriving eigenvalues, you had to show your work. The professor shared the answer after collecting papers. Dave knows he got the answer correct. Grades will be based on showing detailed work. He feels sure of an A.
Now it is time to relax, do something to take the edge off his manic caffeine powered buzz. The house is quiet; housemates are out working or studying.
He's soaking in a hot bath, reading a paperback copy of “The Mote in Gods Eye”, smoking a jay. No plans, just relax, spaced out. After all, it's Thursday of finals week. He thinks everybody else is still cramming for finals. He has been grinding out work, out of touch most all of the week, now he just plans to chill, hanging out for the rest of the day.
The phone rings, breaking into his other-world experience. He reached for the extension on a long cord.
Picking up the phone he answers in his best smokey Maynard G. Krebs, "You rang?" then hears a breathless stream of words.
"Hi Dave, It's Sandy. Come over here quick. I need you. Park in the back." CLICK.
She hung up without saying goodbye or waiting for an answer.
Phone to his ear, his eyes close to a mental picture of the curvy curly blonde haired woman and their last time together. It warms him with a sexual glow.
Sandy and Dave have known each other for years. Flirted, then even went further than extra friendly exploratory kisses. Even made it all the way to body groping, but they were dating others. It didn't go any further but the thought was there. Tempting. They crossed paths at parties, making weed connections, or with a hiking and camping group. They know lots of the same people and always had fun together. After her last romantic breakup in January, Sandy disappeared into Mexico for months. Now Sandy is back in town.
Dave has been a free agent since his most recent serious romance fell apart last fall. He escaped with only minor emotional scarring.
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Sandy called Dave last Monday, a friendly call right out of the blue. He quickly agreed to give her a ride to her new night job, answering the phone for an answering service. She volunteered to walk over to his house a little early for a 'Welcome Back' visit. That visit turned into a kissy face make out session.
Dave always had beer and weed so, in the spirit of sharing, their visit began sitting together close on the couch building a mild buzz.
“So, tell me about Mexico.” Dave had asked while rolling a number.
“It was fun, but I'm glad to be back. I went all the way to the pyramids near Cozumel, but I ran out of money for gas and had to sell my VW bug. It wasn't bad. It was worth more in Mexico than I paid for it here, so I kind of got my trip for free. It was getting pretty beat up, back roads in Mexico are rough. Don't know if I was really allowed to sell it in Mexico, but what the heck, they paid me cash. I'll get another car in a while.”
He relights the number takes a toke and passes it to her. After he exhales, he asks.
“So how did you get around after that?”
“There were a bunch of guys camping out of a van by the pyramids. I caught a ride with them. It seemed OK at first. But, two of the guys got weird. Possessive weird. Wanted me to say which one was my boyfriend. Neither one was worth getting naked with. They were losers. I was just hitching a ride. Being with them got old quick. I'd seen most everything I wanted to see. Being on the road for months like that can get old. I ditched them and bought a bus ticket home. That was wild. There were pigs and chickens on the bus. Sometimes I rode on top with the luggage.”
She sat close as she told her story. Her body touched his from lips to toes. Her hand explored his face, his hand held her neck as his thumb caressed her ear.
“I called Debbie to ask if I could get back in my old place. Then I called you. You're one of the first friends I've seen. I really miss friends like you. I was thinking about you, since before Mexico.” said Sandy.
After she takes a toke, Sandy pulled Dave into a kiss. She blows the smoke into his lungs then plugs him with her tongue. The kiss is every bit as mind bending as the weed. Maybe more. It fired their lust.
His fingers combed up into her curly blonde hair from the back of her neck. He held her gently as they kiss. Sandy's nipples crinkle tight as she pulls him firmly into a full body hug. He leans back against the arm of the couch, pulls her leg over his so she straddles his thigh. Her magnificent breasts mash against his chest. He caresses her firm round ass. The side of his arm rubs the side of her breast.
Coming up for air, she humped her pussy down hard on this thigh and asked, “How about you, what have you been doing?”
Foreheads together they talk quietly. Noses trace each others face. The aroma of the others skin is more intoxicating than any drug.
“I've been busy with classes and work, haven't been seeing anyone seriously, just dating around. I was glad when you called.”
Hungry for him she kisses his neck below his ear, nosing into his hair she licks his skin. Her fingers touch him strongly exploring, invading, taking possession. One arm is tunneled between the couch and the small of his back, the other traces the terrain of his body openly. Fingertips over nipples, under arms, along jaw line...
She ask about a long list of mutual friends. He answers as they both stumble around her indirect way of asking who he is seeing, 'not seriously'. The unstated question; “Who are you sleeping with?”
Legs entwined, groins pressed into each other the conversation continues between kisses. Freely feeling each others bodies through their clothes they mutually stroked what they could reach.
She asks in a sexy whisper, “What do you think about me?”
He replies with a growling moaning,“OH... Sandy, I've wanted to be with you for a long time. But first you were dating Mark, then Roger, then Bill. They are my friends too. It seemed every time you broke up, I was dating someone. It was always complicated. Seems we were always out of synch. I remember your goodbye kiss before you split for Mexico. My heart was calling, 'Don't Go!'”
“But my head knew you were hurting and angry and dead set on leaving. I liked kissing you. I like kissing you. I wanted more. But, I know how it feels when you have heartburn.”
Their clothes are in disarray, his hand cups her breast, thumb on her nipple. Tongues engage in exploration. Her hand strokes his hardcock through his jeans.
“What do you think now?” she asks softly. Pointed. Awkward, but if you don't ask you don't get.
“I want you, I think you can feel how much I want you. But...I worry about getting serious. We've known each other for a while, I like you a lot. I don't want to lose you as a friend. The last time I got serious it turned out bad. I lost a good friend and lover. So tell me, Can we be friends and fuck each other, or is friendship doomed if we have sex?”
With her skirt rucked up around her waist, her panty covered pussy rubbing his thigh, her hand tracing his hard cock-shaft she replies. “Oh Damn, I don't know. I don't care. I want you right now. I've been thinking about fucking you for the last six months. Yeah, that's before I broke up with Bill. It might be why I broke up with Bill. If I was that crazy for you, he must not have been the one. You were a test. He didn't pass. I swore off cock for a while. I needed Mexico to get my head straight.”
“I'm crazy horny for your cock. But, I gotta be careful too. I don't know what's right long term, but I'm not going to be celibate anymore either. Right now tonight I just want some talk between friends, with kissing and messing around with clothes on. OK? Besides, I hav'ta go to work, remember? OK?”
Reluctantly, quietly, he kisses her lightly and says, “Yeah, OK.” and seals it with a long tongue kiss and full body hug.
Smiling and undeterred, Sandy snuggles her breasts closer into his chest, cups his balls and changes the subject slightly. “Are you seeing any one I know?”
A complication Dave hasn't mentioned... Before Sandy split to Mexico she introduced Dave to several of her friends. Two of the friends, Rachel and Lindy, got very friendly.
“Well, I've spent time with Lindy and Rachel but I can't say that it's going anywhere serious with either of them. Rachel and I have lots of fun together. I see her often, but it isn't serious. She's going back to the farm, that isn't for me.”
“Yeah, she told me all about your first time together. You can call her any time. She really likes you.”
“Should'a figured you two would talk to each other,” confesses Dave.
While humping his thigh, Sandy's hand was teasing and squeezing the length of his pants covered cock. As it stiffened she arranged it expertly pointing straight up with the tip almost out of his pants. Now reaching her fingertips under his belt she can stroke around his bare cockhead. The center of Sandy's body pressed closely to his, her breasts spread to either side flattened against his chest. His arms surround her as fingers rake through her hair aiming her lips into a long lasting kiss. She breaks to pant as his free hand caresses her behind from her ass to pussy lips.
Still forehead to forehead she speaks right into him with a smoking hot sexy voice, “I'd like some of what she had with you. It sounded hot”
Exhaling with a sigh, he responds. By circling her prominent nipple with his thumb tip.
“No secrets 'eh? I think women talk more about sex than men. I hope she didn't exaggerate.”
Sandy has his buckle and fly loose to make more space for her hand as she says, “Doesn't feel like an exaggeration. So what about Lindy?”
Her question pulses blood to bulge his cock in her hand as much as her strokes. He counters with a tweak of her hard standing nipple between his fingers as he closes for another kiss. Coming up for air he responds.
