She hadn't seen him in two years when she finally called and arranged a visit.
When she arrived they went out to dinner, laughing and teasing throughout the meal, like they always had.
They picked up a twelve pack on the way home. They planned to watch movies, to talk, to catch up. Things friends do after time apart. Platonic things.
She wandered around his apartment holding her beer bottle by the neck, her arm hanging at her side, while he sat on the couch watching her move as she looked at pictures and decorations and chatted with him seemingly oblivious to his gaze. Slowly, her hips like liquid always flowing into and out of position, she moved across the room. Her back straight and tall, her shoulders square, her waist, her hips, her breasts all curved perfectly, firm and round.
She moved toward the coffee table and opened two beers. She picked them both up and brought one to him.
"Do me a favor." She asked him from her height, her knees leaning against the couch in the space between his legs.
"Sure." He said dreamily.
"Tell me if I'm a good kisser." She moved her legs outside of his and kneeled down on the couch, straddling his lap. "It's just that someone asked me recently and I didn't know what to say."
"In the interest of preparedness, then," he said quietly as her lips closed over his. He kissed her back.
She pulled away. "K, first let me kiss you, then you can judge me on dynamic interaction and kiss me back."
He smiled and settled back. "Sorry."
"Don't be," she smiled. "I think this is going very well actually."
She covered his mouth with her lips again, parting them slightly, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and traced the inside of his lips with the tip of her tongue. The kissed each lip in turn, sucking ever slightly at each, biting his bottom lip gently. She pushed her tongue further into his mouth and allowed it to unfurl over the front part of his tongue, pushing it slowly up to the roof of his mouth.
She pulled away. "OK, now you can kiss me back."
He lunged toward her, pulling her close, his hands on her back, her hands on his face.
He pulled at her shirt and she raised her arms obediently, her hands floating down to rest on his chest just as he finished removing his own shirt. She stood up in front of him, and pulled him to his feet, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants, as he opened the button on her skirt and pulled it down. She stepped back slightly looking at his erection as it lay against the bottom of his stomach. She caressed it thoughtfully, gently with the back of her index finger making long strokes up the shaft and over the tip. She made a ring with her fingers and around the base of his shaft, stretching the thin skin slightly as she slid her fingers up toward the head.
She led him to a kitchen chair and sat him down, straddling him she began to pass her sex up and down over the length of his erection, lubricating it slowly as she rubbed it against her inner lips, across her wet hot opening. She stood slowly, rolling her body upward, and she rubbed her breasts over his face. He licked her nipple, sharp quick bursts, and then took it into his mouth, tracing circles around it with his tongue. She twisted his hair in circles around her fingers, moaning quietly, and her head fell back slightly as he began to trace his hands up and down the sides of her waist, from her hips to her breasts. He moved his fingers toward her slit, and passed two fingers over her lips, then slipped a finger into her opening. She gasped and pulled at his hair unconsciously.
He pulled his mouth from her breast and looked up at her, her head tilted back slightly, her mouth opened. He pulled out his fingers and placed his hands on the front of her hips, pressing her back slightly. "Turn around," he said. She stood and turned around and he caressed her ass and her hips until the desire overcame him and he drew a line of saliva up each cheek with his tongue. "Spread, your legs, and lean forward." She obeyed, resting her elbows on the table in front of them. He slipped the middle finger of his left hand into her saturated opening. He pulled it out, slipped his right middle finger in instead and then carefully worked his lubricated left finger into her asshole. He worked the finger in her pussy, pressing it up, and toward him at the same time. After less than a minute, he felt her gushing around his finger as her hips shook convulsively and her voice droned—so low he could almost feel it vibrate through her pussy—"Oh, fuck me."
I intend to, he whispered back and pulled her toward his towering erection. He helped her align herself, and then rested his hands on her hips. She lowered her self slowly on to his cock, groaning luxuriously as she did, her hands resting on his knees for support. He watched the taut muscles in the small of her back and felt them in her hips as she lowered herself onto him, rolling her hips forward, and tugging on him with her satin-covered inner muscles every time she rose up again. She came soon, and he could feel waves of hot fluids rushing over his shaft and her entire body began to tremble, her muscles convulsing wildly around his cock until he came as well, shooting white, hot semen into her wall and making her sob in near desperation, as if she felt unequal to the next orgasm that ripped through her nervous system.
She sat on his lap, his erection subsiding inside of her, her head hanging forward, panting heavily. One of her hands slipped of his knee and she lurched forward a bit. He forced his hands under her arms, around her front and pulled her back toward him, his hands on her shoulders, supporting the weight of her torso—which she had now relinquished entirely. There was a V of space in between them, as she seemed either unwilling to or incapable of sitting upright. He moved one hand across her chest to support the opposite shoulder, so that he was holding her up like the shoulder strap of a seat belt. He used his free hand to move her hair away from the back of her neck and laid his lips softly on the skin just at the nape of her neck. He moved his mouth down slowly, tonguing the space between each of her cervical vertebrae. He kissed her shoulders, her shoulder blades, the her lats as they expanded and contracted rapidly with her heavy breathing. He licked along the skin covering her ribs, and then once up her spine from the middle of her back to her neck. She tasted salty, and kind of like garlic.
"What'd you eat for lunch?"
"Steak."
"And garlic fries?"
"Garlic potatoes, why?"
