She arrives at his place, nervous and excited all at the same time. She can't wait to see him. Will he still like her? Has she gained weight since he's seen her. Does he care how she looks on the out side? She turns the car off, takes a deep breath, and opens the door to her car and starts to walk towards his door. She pauses before knocking and takes another breath of cold night air. She can't believe it's been a year since he's touched her with those hands. She closes her eyes and tries to remember the last time they were together, remembering it was the last night she was in Lowell, on her way to Manila. She said her good-byes, as did he. She wished she could have stayed there with him, but she was sadly head over heels for another guy. One she later regretted ever being with. But that's how things goes.
Something behind her snaps and she opens her eyes to realize she'd been standing there for quite a while, with her hand rested against the door. She slowly knocked on the door and waited. She herd a voice from inside yelling "Just a second! I'm on my way." A few seconds later, the door comes open and he's looking face to face at her.
She can't believe how gorgeous he looks. Like a picture on a magazine cover. His eyes gaze into hers and she can't find the words to say anything except for hello. He smiles with his wide, beautiful smile, and then takes her into his arms, hugging her tight. She hugs him back and smiles as she breathes in the smell of his colon. He stops hugging her, smiles once again and motions for her to come inside so that he can close the door. Once she's in, she starts to take off her coat. She turns around and faces him with her coat half off, and he pushes her up against the wall, kissing her passionately.
She's breathless. She can't breath at all. She starts to kiss him back as he runs his hands down her thighs, back up over her chest, and on her neck. He puts his hand behind her head and pulls her closer to him, taking in all of her that he could. She kisses him back, running her hands over his stomach, and then to the tops of his pants. He lets go of the back of her head, stops kissing her and takes her hands in his.
She smiles at him softly and asked why he stopped. All he could do was smile at her. He leads her into the bedroom and lays her on the bed. He kisses down her neck as he softly unbuttons her shirt. Sliding his hands in on her breast, she lets out a light moan. He asks whatβs wrong, and she replies that his hands were cold. She offers to warm them up for him. She takes his hand and slides one of his fingers into her mouth. She slowly wraps her tongue around it, sliding it back out of her mouth.
He looks down at her with an open mouth and a stunned look. She slides another finger into her mouth, then another until all of his five fingers have been warmed by her tongue and mouth. He smiles down at her, then takes his hand and places it back in her shit and on her breast. She smiles widely. His hand feels so good on her body. As he fondles one of her breasts with one hand, he slowly uses the other to unbutton her pants. He smiles down at her and asks what color of panties she has on. She smiles big and then replies with, what panties? He slowly pushes his hand down until he can feel the wetness of her now drenched pussy. Realizing that he must be doing something right, he continues to massage her breast and gently pet her pussy.