This is a longer story than I had normally intended. Or, three short stories rolled into one. Truth be told, there is a forth part but I never wrote it. :)
These events are all taken from personal experience. And if your partner is the wild type, this would be considered tame. LOL. Anyway, I would love to hear what all of you think about it. :) Gimme Feedback! :)
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He ran into the college's library while he stared at the note one more time. He was excited about the evening. It was his birthday. Something great always happens on his birthday. Well, at least something fun always happens. He looked at the birthday card he'd received and glanced over the words one more time.
Glancing at his watch as he entered the section of the library she had said she'd be in, he noticed that he was early. Very early. There weren't that many other students here, but enough to know that those that were here were in their last few days of exams. After the exams, the campus will be a ghost town. He spotted her near the end of the section and grinned. He advanced on her, almost plowing over a couple kissing near the aisle. He twisted to avoid them and bumped into someone just getting up.
People looked up at the noise and found him mumbling and apology to the guy. He quickly helped pick up the books and moved over to her.
She looked up at the sound, annoyed at the interruption. Her annoyance faded as she saw who caused it. She smiled at his approach and kissed him as he leaned over to kiss her. She noticed the card in his hand as she pulled back from the kiss. She looked at the card and then back up at him. Catching his eyes following her gaze, she smiled at him.
'I just got the card.' he said.
'Shhhh!' someone hissed.
He glanced around and noticed a few people glaring at him.
She giggled quietly and grabbed his hand, yanking him down into the seat next to her. Their backs towards the rest of the library, they leaned their heads together.
She leaned over near his ear and whispered seductively, 'Happy birthday.. I've got a big evening planned for you.'
He looked at her and grinned, 'Like what?'
Again he was shushed.
He cringed, turned and waved apologetically to everyone.
He leaned over and whispered, 'Like what?'
She whispered her reply, 'You'll see. It's early yet and I've got to finish this. Everything's planned.'
Kissing his ear once, she continued, 'Before and *after* the party. Just follow my instructions and be a good birthday boy.'
Glancing at her laptop and the work on it, he asked, 'What time is the party?
She leaned over and kissed him deeply.
Card forgotten, he dropped it and returned her kiss. He found his hands on her neck, holding her head in place as they kissed. He let his mouth open and traced his tongue tip along her lips.
She felt his tongue moving between her lips and she opened them. She let his tongue slide in and closed her lips around his tongue. She quietly sucked his tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue move to touch his.
He felt her tongue touch his and he tilted her head slightly so he could move more of his tongue in. He felt her lips loosen to allow this and instead of sucking, she pulled away. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
She grinned mischievously at him. She winked at him and pointed a thumb at her laptop.
'I've got work to do. And if what you just did is any indication of how you follow instructions,' she leaned in and kissed him lightly once.
She laughed quietly as she felt him try to lean into that kiss. Avoiding it easy, she continued, 'I don't think you'll get anything after the party now.'
He groaned and then said quietly, 'But it's my birthday!'
She grinned again and winked at him, 'Happy Birthday! Now go and occupy yourself. I'm almost done with this. We'll meet and get changed for the party.'
He looked at her, she wore a tee shirt, sweats and a pair of sneakers. He saw that her hair was up, exposing her lovely neck. He leaned in to kiss her.
She laughed as she pulled away. She gestured that he should be quiet.
He sighed and leaned back into his chair. He looked around. Two rows of empty desks in front of them. Seven rows behind them. About five desks occupied and a couple of them paired up.
She glanced at him as she reached up to the laptop to finish her paper. She smiled inwardly as he looked around. She turned her focus completely onto the paper.
He was about to get up and leave as she suggested, but remembered he was free from any school work. He scooted his chair closer to hers and looked at what she was typing.
She felt him move closer and place his arm around her shoulders. She ignored it and continued to work, figuring he'll grow bored and go home to watch some television.
He sat there watching her type her paper up. He didn't say a word. He enjoyed the feeling but it was his birthday! He wanted something fun to do before the party! Sighing inwardly.
She heard him sigh quietly and thought it was the signal for him to leave. She didn't say a word, letting him sit there. She glanced at him again as she reached for her notes. She noticed he was glancing around again. His hand was absently stroking her arm. She smiled, enjoying his closeness.
He glanced around again. He noticed there were less people than before. A couple here and there. The pair that he nearly ran over was still there, their kissing seems heavier. He watched them for a moment then glanced at the others. They were reading or working intently. With the exception of the couple, most everyone's back was basically facing him.
He turned back and kissed her shoulder. He looked at her work and glanced at her notes. He smiled to himself mischeviously. He moved his hand down from her shoulder to her back. There he gently stroked her back slowly.
She felt his hand stroking her back and leaned back against it. It was an automatic reaction on her part. Whenever they would see a movie (at home or at the theaters), read, or sit together talking, he would stroke her arm or back. She's gotten used to the feel and is comforted by it whenever they sit together.
His hand moved slowly. Gliding up her back, softly stroking her through her shirt. He felt the strap of her bra as his hand reached her shoulder. He moved his hand slowly back down again, gliding, touching softly down her back.
He watched her as he stroked her back. He saw her subconsiously respond by the look in her eyes. She still typed and glanced at her notes, but the softer expression showed. He saw she wasn't as focused as she was before.
He leaned in and gently kissed her neck once.
She felt his lips touch her neck and a soft tingle travelled from that spot down her body. She glanced at him and smiled. She saw that he wasn't looking at her any longer. She turned back to her computer continuing to do her work.
He waited until she faced the computer again. He smiled to himself and waited a little longer. His hand still stroked lightly up and down her back. Slowly, when his hand reached her shoulder, he let his hand move along her shoulder near her neck. Making sure to touch lightly as if he was absently stroking her.
Part of her mind followed his hand. She felt his soft touch up and down her back. She knew he wasn't consciously doing it, but her body was conscious of it. She wanted, and yet did not want him to stop. She was about to ask him to stop when she felt his fingers lightly glide up the side of her neck. She shivered slightly.
He felt her tremble a bit as he let his fingers trail up the side, nearer the back of her neck. He made sure to touch lightly.
She closed her eyes as his fingers moved lightly along her skin. Her neck tingled as his warm fingers trailed along her skin. She felt the warmth of his body next to her. The warmth of his arm around, behind her.
He watched her eyes closed as his fingers moved up the side of her neck. He loved the way she reacted to certain parts of her skin being touched. He let his fingers stroke her neck for a while. Lightly moving his fingers up her neck. Slowly sliding his fingers down. And then back up again.
She kept her eyes closed, hoping he won't notice. She could almost feel the electricity travelling up and down from where his fingers trailed. She stifled a sigh. Her hands laying on top of her keyboard. She continued to type something, so he won't notice anything going on.
He glanced at her hands. He knew she was trying to hide the fact that he was teasing her. He looked at the screen and nearly laughed aloud. She had been typing "Don't stop" and "That feels good".
She felt him lean closer, probably to look behind them. She reluctantly opened her eyes. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He was looking at a picture hanging on the wall. She closed her eyes again to enjoy his subconscious attention.
He saw her opening her eyes and quickly glanced at something. He let his fingers glide along her neck, making sure she felt the warmth of his palm near the back of her neck. He leaned in.
With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "You smell really nice."
She shivered at the whisper. She loved the way his voice sounded when he whispers into her ear. The sound, tone, the vibration of his voice moved through her body. As well as the way his hand felt on her skin, so tender. So soft. So pleasing.
She nearly screamed with pleasure as she felt his other hand on her leg. It felt almost hot through her sweats.
