Perfect Pieces

The attraction between them was there. It had always been there, from the first day that they met until this very day. It was something in their bodies. The attraction was as much apart of them as they’re own blood. They couldn’t deny it anymore than they could deny they’re beating hearts.

An attraction, however, is what is always was. Nothing more, but still nothing less. Neither of them had ever really had the thought of hooking up for anything other than a purely physical. It wasn’t that they didn’t like each other, or that they didn’t get along. The thought of them together was simply not there.

The simple fact remained, though, that if they were ever in the same room an electricity seemed to pull them together. From across the room they were drawn to one another. Even as they lay on the couch, the others in the room caught up in the movie on the screen, they desired to be closer. They bodies touching and yearning for more. She lay upon his chest and still this was not enough for their bodies. They grinded against each other, almost trying to become one.

The movie played, others kissed, some watched intently, they just lay. There together entwined. Fingers ran through hair and down the small of back, tracing this line and that. Beckoning a forbidden touch, almost guiding themselves towards a goal neither were aware of.

The movie ended, some bodies shifted, lights were turned on, and still they lay. As the room became more and more deserted they simply lay on the couch caressing one another until at last they were alone. Slowly at first, then more desperately with time, a motion began between them.

It came from her. A press of her hips against his leg straddled between her own. Harder and harder with each repetition it continued. Soon he was pressing his leg back against her. He ran his fingers up and down her back as the motions continued.

The pace was achingly slow, yet neither would have desired it any other way. Her face was pressed against his chest, her hands behind his back gripped him tightly, and she smiled. He lay with his hands caressing her back, one leg of his between hers, his head cocked slightly back, and a smile upon his face.

Minutes passed while this slow and steady ritual continued. Then the change occurred. It was mandated by their bodies, as if they had no say in the matter at all. The throbbing in his pants was apparent and the wetness in hers was equally evident. She lifted her head as he turned his towards hers. A chill ran down both their spines as their lonely lips met for the first time in what seemed ages.

Straddling him fully she continued her rhythmic motion. They kissed each other deep and long. Button by button he slowly undid her blouse as they continued kissing. A soft black cotton bra covered her hardening nipples. Leaning forward against her body she lifted the Dave Matthews Band shirt over his hand as a song rang in her ears. “Crash… into me.”

It was then that a growing murmur from down the hall threatened to intrude upon them. It grew louder and soon it was just outside the door. A familiar and welcome voice a friend led the others away before the intrusion took place. Surely he had known. He would be thanked later.

The kiss deepened and the grinding became stronger. Their bodies yearned for completion, a desire that could not be denied for long. A wandering hand soon found its way to a belt buckle. With some slight difficulty she removed her pants while he undid his own and slid them down. There was nothing separating their hungry bodies now.

The cold air was an interesting sensation for his warm cock. Her hand wrapped around his large organ and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. He slid inside of her as she let out a soft coo. When he could go no further she did not complain because there was no further for him to go. An exact match.

The slow pace that had led them to this point quickly disappeared and was replaced by a desperate and ravenous speed. She had never been fucked like this before and he had never experienced such a sweet fuck. She ground against him harshly and he pressed back against her with all the strength he could muster.

It was quick but it was explosive. He released his seed inside of her and she let out a loud and wicked bellow. They had cum together and now their sweaty bodies glistened in the dull light from under the door.

It was no doubt that the others had heard her orgasm but neither of them cared. Their appetites satisfied they would return to the party as if nothing had happened. They probably wouldn’t see each other for another month or so, but again, neither of them cared. It just wasn’t like that with them. There weren’t any plans to date or any emotional strings attached. As stated before, this was something their bodies mandated. They had no say in the matter.

And they preferred it that way.