This is from the point of view of a cis girl who meets an old friend, a mysterious and sexy agender individual.
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I slide my fingers around the handle, pulling the door open. The night air is clear and refreshing and I take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, rainy scent. The sky is dark and I can't really see any stars or anything. I know it's only a matter time before my eyes adjust, though. I step forward and close the door behind me, twisting the knob so it firmly stays.
The wind brushes gently against my face, sweeping back some stray hairs out of my eyes. I close my eyes for a second, reveling in the caress of the wind. The folds in my skirt brush deliciously against my bare legs, and I walk down the steps of my stone porch.
Slowly I feel my eyes begin to adjust and I can barely see the winking pinpoints of light in the sky. I have just set my feet on the ground when I hear the sound of a shoe settling down on pavement right behind me.
I don't have the time to react when an arm slides around my waist, pulling my back flesh against a warm body. I start to move my arm when I realize I no longer can control my body.
I can't move.
My legs buckle, but the arm around me is strong and another joins it, a hand reaching up under one of my arms to cup my chin. The fingers are warm and they stroke my bottom lip, a thumb following suit and poking at my lips, demanding entrance. It is not a difficult feat, an after a few seconds, it pushes through. The digit is soft and tastes very faintly of citrus. I want to suck and lave it, but I am unable to. Suddenly I can feel myself getting dizzy. The thumb probes at my tongue and the hand at my waist dips suggestively behind the waistband of my skirt. The burning fingers flick behind and in front of the fabric, teasing at what may come. I sink back even further into the body.
The person behind me removes their hands and instead cups my body, lifting me up effortlessly in a princess carry. I can feel clothed breasts rubbing very lightly against my own, but I can barely see them, let alone the figure that holds me. My head is tilted down and I can't look up to see the face. Something touches the top of my head, and I can't help but know that it's a pair of lips.
The body suddenly moves upward, their feet leaving the ground. I can faintly see the pavement path shrinking as we move farther away when I realize that the person is flying.
But not very high, I see, when they start moving horizontally and flying around the side of my house. The windows are dark; I am home alone and I can feel goosebumps slowly raising up on my arms. The figure moves towards my open window, curtains billowing in the gentle night breeze. They enter my bedroom, taking care not to bump my head on the side and they lay me down on my messy bed. The sheets are wrinkled and the comforter is hanging off the side, but it is still comfortable. A ray of moonlight shines on the stranger's face, and I feel the need to lick my lips. The dark-skinned person has long, dark brown hair that is swept back into their hoodie. Curls and waves are brushed behind ears and I am mesmerized by their beautiful face. The dark, affectionate eyes are tilted in desire and the full lips are stretched into a smirk.
"H-Hana..." I suddenly say, and then realize I can move again. The name is familiar but I'm not sure from where and somehow I know this person on top of me.
The stranger smiles, eyes softening in a way that makes me melt a little on the inside. They get on their knees, sliding soft palms onto my wrists to hold them down on either side of my head.
And then they are looking right at me, into my eyes. I gulp, but not in fear. I am at ease and I know deep down that this person is close to me.
Silently they ask for my consent, and I nod. They look relieved, and they lean their head down to kiss me. Our lips make contact, and my eyes flutter closed. Their lips are hot and soft and they meld with mine perfectly. I tilt my head, trying to kiss them even deeper when they gently poke at my lips with their tongue, opening my mouth. They move with my tongue, licking their way in and intensifying the moment. I want to reach up and slide my hands around their head and just kiss them forever, but I know that I enjoy taking the more submissive role.
Hana takes their left hand from my wrist and caresses my face as they kiss me. I know that my cheeks must be hot with desire. Using this opportunity I take my free hand to tangle it in Hana's hair, stroking the curly locks and pushing their face to mine. I try to kiss as well as I receive, but I have no idea if its very good. I withdraw my tongue to nibble at their lip for a bit before diving back into the intense kiss. Hana seems to have no problem with it and they take both of their hands to grasp at my head before sliding a hot palm up my shirt. My pulse quickens and I can barely concentrate on the kiss. Our lips lock and they let their body lie right on mine, warm flesh separated by cloth. Their breasts rub against mine as we mesh our bodies and kiss even harder.
I can feel fingers moving up my stomach and towards my covered breasts. I suddenly realize that I don't know which bra I'm wearing and I start hoping like hell that it's one of my sexier ones. Hana slides a leg in between mine, making sure to rub against my hot core with their rough denim. They break away for a second and I know that they're staring right at me.
I bite my lip, tilting my head to the side to avoid their piercing gaze. It makes me a little embarrassed and heat floods my cheeks. They sit back, straddling my legs and then leaning forward. As their body moves, both warm palms moves further up my shirt. The hands dance lightly on my bra, and Hana gestures for me to remove my shirt. They lean back so I can none-to-elegantly pull it off. Even in the darkness I can tell that Hana is looking at my chesf. Lucky for me, my bra is the hot red one and my breasts fill it perfectly. Hana licks their lips and lays their hands flat on my stomach before slowly moving them up. I laugh a bit as a ticklish sensation follows their gentle fingers and then they are hooking around the tops of my bra and pulling it down. My breasts spill out over them, nipples clearly hardened. The lack of light does nothing for my embarassment and a fresh tingly feeling fills my chest.
Hana slowly reaches behind me and unhooks my bra and tosses it to the side. Then they eye my chest hungrily, tongue sliding out to lick lips.
They dive.