“Anna. What a beautiful name,” I whispered. She closed her eyes, seemingly to savor the sound of her name being spoken. I slowly drew towards her in the moments that she was unaware. When she finally opened her eyes, my hands were lightly caressing her cheeks. I let my fingers travel slowly down her face, then her neck, so incredibly soft, and over her shoulders, until I could feel the fabric of her dress. I pushed the straps outward, until the fell over the side, leaving her shoulders bare. They were so incredibly sexy, more than anything I had seen before.
I leaned my head down and let my lips travel over her shoulder, savoring this new taste of skin, then pulled my lips upward on her neck. Anna placed her hands on the back of my neck and urged me gently forward. I didn’t have the time or the wits, just as I walked through the door, to notice Anna’s perfume. It didn’t have enough experience around women to know exactly what it was, but it was light, floral, just the right fragrance to accent the lithe body I was just slowly getting to know. The scent of her perfume was magnified as my lips drifted over her skin, until again I stood face to face with her.
I had never dreamed that kissing someone could be such a visceral experience. As we held each other, it seemed as if every nerve in my body was alert and sensing, and I had trouble processing all the intimate information. It took quiet a few minutes for me to figure out the next appropriate move, which was to pull down the zipper of Anna’s dress. But what a magnificent few minutes those were. The awkwardness I expected from myself during the first moments alone with Anna weren’t there, except for a little shakiness in my knees. Her lips guided me one instant, and then I was leading the next; no dominance whatsoever, it was give and take right from the start.
When my fingers finally reached the zipper of her dress, I felt a squeeze on both my arms, and more pressure on my lips, so I took that as a sign that it was ok to continue. My fingers how ever did not have the dexterity that my lips had, and I fumbled and fumbled, but the zipper just seemed to laugh at me defiantly. When our kiss started to suffer because of it, Anna moved her hands away from me, and without breaking the kiss, pushed my hands away and unzipped her dress. I had expected an admonishment or even some amount of cruel laughter and my inability to disrober her, but there was nothing of the sort. My fingers and hands began to explore the newly exposed skin of her back, just as smooth and soft as her neck and shoulders, and every few inches I felt a shiver from Anna. It elated me that I was giving her these sensations, and drove me to further explore. It served also to make me aware of how uncomfortable I was in my pants, erect beyond belief.
Finally, Anna stepped back, finally breaking a kiss that I wish could have lasted to eternity, and looked at me with an expression I will never, ever forget. A look, such as she was giving me, of true, intense desire and passion can never be faked, or imitated. With her lips slightly parted, arms crossed in front of her to hold of the dress that gravity wanted to take, her eyes staring intently into mine, she looked more beautiful than words could describe. I burned in my mind the memory of how she looked at that moment. There was a sparkle in her eyes that I could not explain, a dancing light that I knew didn’t come from passion, but came from somewhere else, somewhere I didn’t know yet. I didn’t have time to dwell in that place, because she let her arms fall to her sides, and the dress, light enough outside to blow in the wind, fell quickly to the floor, to reveal a completely nude Anna, skin glowing in soft light and perfect curves from head to toe. She allowed me the pleasure of taking all of her in, as slowly I moved my eyes from her face, to her feet and back. She made no attempt to cover herself up in modesty.
Upon seeing her bare breasts, and the tantalizing shadow between her legs, I felt my arms and manhood surge forward in an attempt to take all of her all at once, but I managed at the last instant to control my body, except for the severe throbbing that ached to be freed. Some how mercy gave the idea to Anna, and she came towards me again, and her hand immediately went to my belt buckle. She must have seen the relieved look in my eyes because she gave me an understanding smile. I was amazed that so much had happened without a word being spoken. There seemed to be a connection and understanding between us, guiding us together in silence. I thought these things while my button was unsnapped, my zipper fell, and my pants were pushed over my hips, down my legs to the floor. The relief at having my aching member freed was stopped by the sudden pleasure of Anna’s finger slowly moving up the shaft. My surprised face met her gaze and I moaned softly as she explored me for several moments. I was thankful she never gave me a firm squeeze, because I think that would have led to a premature release, which was the last thing I wanted. I think she sensed that as well, and instead moving her other hand between my legs she instead put her hands on the bottom of my polo shirt and pulled up. I put my arms above my head, and after I brief moment of darkness, we were both nude, and embracing.
My aching erection was pressed to my stomach as Anna’s arms wrapped around me, and she buried her face in my neck. The sexual tension that had built up while we uncovered each other was forgotten for a moment, and we just felt each other’s souls, without pretense, words or clothes in the way. I caught my breath, calmed my heart, and managed ignore my arousal enough to stem the tide, and regain my control. I was startled from focus by Anna’s soft voice.
“Sean, you are an amazing young man. I’ve read a lot of your work, not just the story you just sent me, and you write with such emotion and passion. I can tell a lot about a person from the way they write, even for a class assignment.” She paused to take a breath. “I know which students are popular and don’t care. I know which students care, but don’t put themselves completely into their writing. You seem to put everything in your soul into your words. I’ve never read anything like that, or met anyone like you.”
“You know all this about me just from my writing?” I asked quite shocked by everything she was saying.
