Author's Note:
Thank you so much for all your comments and feedback about my first submission, Story Time.
I hope you enjoy this second installment. If you haven't already, you may wish to read the first part of Story Time before reading chapter 2.
My unending sincere thanks and appreciation to my favourite erotica writer, alana9, for her encouragement and amazing editing! Alana, you make my stories so much better. I cannot thank you enough!
Excerpt from chapter 1
James raised his eyebrows, "If you let me read the story, then I can act out your fantasy for you."
A wide wicked smile spread across Kate's face.
Oh this could really be fun,
she thought.
Perhaps it is time for my stories to have an audience after all.
Thinking of the beginning of that story, she smiled. "If we're going to act out that one, why don't we go have a shower first? That's actually part of the story, anyway."
A huge grin spread across James' face and he pulled Kate close and started kissing her again.
***
Story Time -- Chapter 2
James and Kate walk down the hallway to the bathroom, both relaxed and contented with post coital bliss. Kate starts the water and gasps as she turns around to find James moving in so close that they are touching in several places. Just his closeness makes her breath quicken. She's wanted him for so long, she can barely believe this is finally happening. She leans in closer and presses her body against his, rubbing her breasts against his bare chest, pressing her lips against his. He responds and draws her in immediately. His lips press against hers, his tongue searches for hers, and they swirl around each other in a sensual dance. His hands start moving over her body. Her heart is beating madly again.
Now that they know how they feel about each other, they can't seem to keep their hands (or lips!) off each other. In the shower, they enjoy lathering each other up, letting their hands explore each other's bodies in intricate detail. They kiss for long steamy minutes with the hot water running over their slippery bodies as they slide against each other. Kate nearly comes as his soap-slick hand slides over her sensitive clit and dips into her hole. He seems to be taking particular care washing that area, only to make sure it's clean, of course. She decides to take particular care washing his cock as well. It's only fair.
Shower over, Kate and James step onto the fluffy red bath mat. She shivers from the sudden cold and absence of steam. Her nipples poke up prominently. James quickly dips his head forward and draws her right nipple into his mouth. She gasps. He plants his lips on hers again and continues to rub her hard nipples. Nearly panting, she pulls away, smiling slyly at him. They towel each other off slowly, savouring the sensations, prolonging the touching.
Out of habit, Kate starts to wrap a towel around herself, but she looks James in the eye and lets the towel drop around her feet. Again that dark grin and appreciative gaze of his makes her feel so sexy.
* * * *
James follows Kate back to her bedroom, letting his gaze travel over her beautiful naked curves. He smiles to himself remembering walking behind her down this hallway, just a few hours ago, imagining her in nothing but a thong. Naked is definitely better.
He feels a continuous urge to touch her, stroke her silky skin, tangle his fingers in her hair. From behind her he reaches out, places his hands on her hips, pulling her close to him, touching her in as many ways as possible. He falls into lockstep with her while they walk the short distance to her room, and lets his hands slide up her belly and over the contours of her breasts. She gasps and shivers as his hands glide over her nipples. Her hands come up to cover his. He smiles to himself, noticing again how sensitive her nipples are.
They reach her room, and she turns in his arms. He can't help pulling her close against him, addicted to the feel of her skin. He's wanted her for so long, he doesn't want to let go of her now that he has her. He is hard again, blood careening violently from every remote corner of his body to land right in his throbbing cock.
Noticing his hardness, Kate smiles delightedly and grinds her pelvis against him while planting her lips on his. Another kiss heats up. Their tongues explore each others' mouths, their hands start traveling all over each other. She grinds against his hardness again, making him utter a low growl.
It's all he can do to pull out of the kiss, to pull away from the magnetic force of her body, but he is so curious about the story she has written. He desperately wants to read it. He's so glad she's agreed to let him, after she nearly died of embarrassment when he accidentally happened to see a paragraph of it earlier.
He looks her in the eyes, looks pointedly at the laptop, and looks into her eyes again, raising his eyebrows expectantly. She looks embarrassed. Again. James rolls his eyes and smiles.
"Come on," James says, "you promised you'd let me read that story."
"I know," Kate starts, biting her lip and blushing again, "It's just... You know..." Kate can't seem to finish a sentence. "It's so personal."
James is still amused at how she can write such erotic words and yet get so embarrassed talking about it.
"Come on," James says again, his eyebrows raised, "you promised."
Kate smiles sheepishly, turns and retrieves the laptop from the desk, where James had left it after he'd pried it out of her arms earlier. She opens it in a smooth movement as she sits on the bed. James wraps his body around behind her, looking over her shoulder at the screen. He lets his hands glide gently over her curves and starts planting light kisses on her shoulder as he peers over.
"It's just so amazing that you write this stuff," he says softly between kisses. She turns her head toward him and he plants his lips on hers. Another long, languid kiss ensues. They both start breathing heavily.
He glances at the screen and her gaze follows. The story has sprung to life on the screen, at the same spot where he'd -- thankfully - seen it before. He notices it's on page 10. A few keystrokes, and Kate quickly moves to the top of the story.
"What's the title?" he asks
"Doesn't have one yet."
He smiles and starts reading. Kate turns awkwardly to watch his face. She seems nervous.
***
Kate was in the living room of the apartment she shared with Mike & Tina. Like most Saturday nights, Mike's best friend James was there too. The four of them had been drinking for some time and were having one of their in-depth, far-ranging political and social conversations. Debating. Joking. Laughing. Sometimes serious, sometimes downright silly.
All were enjoying themselves. Kate just loved that she could have intelligent conversations with her friends, which, while often heated, always remained respectful and good-natured.
Kate was having a problem though. She found she couldn't stop looking at James. She always liked looking at James, but it was particularly bad tonight. She would frequently steal glances at him, but whenever James would begin to glance her way, Kate would quickly look away, sometimes blushing. Several times, Kate had caught herself staring at the way James' shirt stretched slightly across his muscular arms and chest, the way his well defined thighs moved in his jeans, or even, the bulge in between his legs. Sometimes she just watched his face longingly as he was speaking. Her eyes roamed over the contours of his face, his light brown skin, his deep dark eyes, full lips, strong jaw with a little stubble on it.
Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol, but her imagination was on overdrive. Images kept springing unbidden into her consciousness. She imagined kissing his full lips, imagined those full lips sucking on her nipple. She imagined staring into his eyes as their naked bodies writhed together. It seemed the more she had to drink the more difficult it was to control her thoughts. Yet she continued drinking....
A few times she'd looked up after being lost in a fantasy to find Tina staring at her pointedly with a knowing look in her eyes. Kate would blush and look away. But when she turned her gaze back, Tina would still have that look in her eyes -- like she knew something.
