Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 10

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He was thinking of her, as soon as he got up in the morning. He was glad that it seemed that she didn't have a lot of experience with men. He didn't have a lot of experience dating women either...his chief experience was with hooking up with women...but because Lynne also appeared green when it came to men in general, he didn't have to play silly games where he held his cards to his chest so as not to appear to interested.

He was love struck, and intoxicated with her.

He picked up his phone to text her. He really needed to get her picture in his phone some how, so the screen wasn't blank behind her name.

Maybe she would send him one.

He decided that he should keep it light. She seemed mortified after their make out session, and he didn't want to scare her.

He sent a simple text that read:

I enjoyed last night.

Then he got up. He smelled his fingers, the ones that had been touching her, and he couldn't make out the scent anymore. Oh how he missed her! Since he couldn't smell those sweet juices any longer he decided to take a shower.

As soon as he was finished with the shower, he picked up his phone, looking for the blinking light indicating he had a message.

He saw no light.

He moped about the bedroom for twenty minutes checking his phone. When he still didn't get any answer, he went into the living room, got out his guitar, and started noodling away. He needed something, anything to take his mind off that sweet little creature until she responded to his text.

Leif was into what he was playing. He often practiced variations of the riffs that he would be playing as lead guitarist. He needed to have several safe spots he could go musically depending on the energy of the song. He hadn't been practicing the way he should have in the past week or so. That Lynne had turned his mind to mush. He was glad, for the chance to be able to concentrate fully on something, but even with the lead guitar work he was thinking about her.

He teased and coaxed out this metal guitar solo, the same way he imagined teasing her, and coaxing her out of her shell. He caressed the strings as gently as he hoped he'd caressed her last night.

When he looked at the clock on the wall, three hours had passed.

But when he picked up his phone, he still hadn't gotten any texts. Maybe she was busy.

He started playing Madden NFL on his playstation. When he heard his phone buzz, he messed up his play, threw down the controller and sprinted to the bedroom, where he'd stupidly left the phone. He should have brought it to the living room.

All he saw, was a cryptic text message which read

I like you, but I think we should slow it down.

Damn. Damn.

He responded with his gut.

Why?

Her text came back:

Because I like you too much...I've never felt so out of control before.

He responded:

When you like someone, that's how you're supposed to feel! That's passion! I feel out of control around you too!

Her response:

Passion, too soon for passion. We barely know each other. Need to slow down. I have to go to work. Talk later.

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But she didn't talk to him later.

She didn't text, and she didn't call him. She wanted to talk to him, but as the hours wore on into days, she felt so stupid that she'd screamed out that she loved him when he touched her until she came. Stupid, green, and naive. She didn't understand what this love shit was supposed to be about, but the way she felt that aching between her legs for his touch was disconcerting. That it could be so powerful that it made her feel emotional love for Leif.

She couldn't even masturbate anymore. It didn't feel good. She had to try to imagine those gentle, yet husky fingers, but she couldn't do it right. And she kept thinking about how it felt when he sucked her ears and necked her.

That ex of her's had never sucked her ears. And he hadn't whispered sexy things to her. Oh god, when Leif did that shit, she thought she'd melt, and that wasn't even thinking about what those fingers felt like, masturbating her. She squirmed around on the bed. At night there was a huge wet spot beneath her, and she wasn't used to getting that way, not without ample time to play with her toys. And he licked her juices off his fingers. Something she thought most men would find disgusting but he loved it. In her raunchy, fantasy mind, she leaned over to him and tongue kissed him, lapping her own flavor out of his mouth. Oh God, she wished she hadn't been so shy, and could do that!

But it wasn't just lust.

He made her feel heady, and special, and she liked just being around him. That made her even more worried. Her heart was involved. If he was out there playing with her feelings he'd crush her heart.

Then there was the fear, that he knew she was just some square, naive little black girl, he'd never been with one before, and he was just out there to try something new. She didn't know shit about dating.

She didn't like penetration and was somewhat afraid of sex, because it had always been painful for her. This man rubbed her mound like sex was always simmering under his surface. He'd soon grow weary of how scared and inexperienced she was in sensual matters.

They were unevenly matched.

That still didn't stop her from thinking of him lustfully. She tried to imagine what he looked like naked. She wondered. She'd never seen a naked white man before. But Leif had those soulful blue eyes, and blonde dreadlocks, and those thick muscles through his sweaters, even though he was thin. She bet he was handsome naked. Maybe even beautiful!

Finally after a few days absent from his touch, she was tingly and moist, and able to make herself come the way she always did. But even though she left herself sweaty and shaky, she still missed those tender blue eyes and his gentle fingers with those deliciously husky fingertips. Still dreamed his hands were under her skirt and he had her propped up against the bookcase, making her come.

He sent her a few cute text messages over the next few days. One was a link to a video clip to a Chris Rock joke, a classic joke about white people, along with the line, You don't believe this do you?

The joke made her laugh so hard she dropped the phone.

But she wasn't ready for a man as advanced as Leif. Not yet. Maybe if he'd come along later, after she wasn't so stupid, and understood more about men and relationships...but right now, she felt so mushy and hot for him that he scared her. She needed to back away.

She responded with a simple:

LMAO!

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