A little background: Years ago we met at a party and he ended up being the first boy I ever kissed. Being too drunk, we messed around more than I had intended, but I had no regrets, if you know what I mean. =)
Flash forward five years: We see each other again at my work. The first thing that comes to mind is how much I want to be with him again. Fantastically, we end up in a relationship of sorts --explicitly sex-only, no expectations. Best sex of my life! We are the most sexually compatible couple I know. Of course, I got attached and scared him off.
Months pass, and due to bad circumstances he goes to jail. This story takes place the day he gets out of jail.
He knocks at my door. The roommates are gone for the weekend, and I have the whole house to myself. As I go to answer the door, the thought that it could be him passes through my mind. He's been in jail for two years, and yet I still think about him when I lie in bed. Late at night I wake from dreams of him, hot, horny, and missing him like I've never missed anyone before. I've been with several men since we were together last, but he's in my thoughts several times a day. No, it couldn't be him at the door.
But it is. I stand there with a bewildered look on my face. He's a sight for sore eyes, and looks so different from when I saw him last. It'd been over two years since I had been able to touch him, and I couldn't stop myself from giving him a huge hug, holding back my tears. I remember that hug like it was just moments ago, even though he'd been gone so long, he still smelled like he always did. That smell had never left my memory, shampoo and soap, and a manliness I can't describe, and I melted the moment I breathed it in.
Then, suddenly, it was like nothing had ever gotten between us; the mistake I made, the girl he left me for, the jail-time, they all disappeared, and it was just us. With my eyes closed, I revelled in the feeling of his strong arms around my waist. We both had one thing in mind --even if it meant making our relationship even more complicated, the both of us felt the overwhelming desire to get back what we'd lost so long ago. Us.
He shoves the door closed, and backs me up against the kitchen counter. It's been so long since I felt the power of him, I'm drinking it up. I'm in heaven in his arms. As he looks at me, I look at him. His eyes are sad, and I feel an overwhelming urge to make him feel better. I brush his hair away from his eyes, and stroke his face gently, rememorizing it, in case this is all a dream. My thumb drifts over his soft lips, and I can't contain myself any longer.
As our lips meet, I close my eyes to smell him again. Overwhelming feelings of desire sweep over me. I wrap my arms around him, run them over his back, and down to his perfect bum. He groans into my mouth as I squeeze him gently, and again as I slowly run my fingernails back up his back. I know how he feels, and my hips surge forward to meet his searching thrust. I moan as I can feel his hardness already.
I run my fingers through his hair, kissing him all over his face, down to his ears and his neck, and whisper that we should go upstairs. I grab his hand and pull him up the stairs. When we reach my bed I collapse onto it, pulling him down on top of me. As I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing against him as he caresses my body and kisses me with a passion I had almost forgotten, I realise how much my body had missed his. We fit together like we are made for one another.
His mouth moves away from mine, moving lower until he's nuzzling my breasts. I remember how much he loves my large tits, and smile silently to myself, anticipating what's to come. (No pun intended.)
