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| First Dance | ||||||||||||||||||
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The first thing I noticed was her smell. It was so sweet, all I could think of was orange 'Now and Laters'. And then she touched me. I always thought when people said that a woman can send chills down your back, they were just blowing smoke up my ass, but when she ran her fingernails across my chest, I got goose bumps in places I didn't think geese were willing to go. She then stepped towards me. She stood easily six inches shorter than I, placing her eyes at chin level, her young, heavenly supple breasts at my stomach, and, to my surprise, her hand directly in line with my zipper. As she rested her hand generically on the front of my jeans, sending my breath out of my lungs and into the atmosphere leaving my knees weak, she stood atop her tippy-toes, bringing her lips to mine . . . | |||||||||||||||||
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We slipped into the bathroom, as it seemed, at that time, to be the most quiet place to be. Struggling to stand together, in each other's arms, in this room of three feet in width and bearly six feet in height, her behind continued to bump against the latch. Giggling and kissing and groping and moaning drowned out the clicking of that damn latch. I sat on the bowl and begged her to sit on my lap. After banging her head twice, she respectfully declined my pleadings. She put her finger across my lips and motioned me to stand. We shuffled around each other, ending with her sitting on the bowl. She put a finger to her lips, gesturing for me to keep my mouth shut. I bent to kiss her. She pushed her gum into my mouth which made me first wince, then seemed strangely sexy to me. I proceeded to chew the tired piece of Doublemint. She reached out and gently pulled my hips towards her. With swiftness never before seen, she unzipped my jeans and took me into her hands. Shocked (for lack of a better term), I gasped. With no lack of reaction from my . . . member, she began to do things that I had only dreamed of. And dreamed of a lot. I had the callouses to prove it. Before I could consider the current events, I had made her shirt ripe for cleaning. Shame poured over my face. She stood up, placed me back in the security of my Levi's, and gave me a reassuring kiss (which was mildly revolting, but sweet of her, non-the-less). | |||||||||||||||||
| Last Call | ||||||||||||||||||
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Lying next to her made me feel unreal. Her body was so warm, her skin so soft, her breath sweet, her passion overflowing. Trying to avoid pressing my 'excitement' against her, she actively worked on wrapping her legs around my waist. Whoa is me, I gave in. Rubbing out pants in sensitive areas was maddingly frustrating, but safe. Spontaneous Combustion was a fleeting concern. And then I reached up her shirt, then down, and realized my hand was full of nakedness. How does a women take off her clothes without men knowing? Better yet, don't tell me, 'cause I like it! She assisted me in removing my pants and my undershorts. Help is nice. She again took me into her hand and placed me where I had only dreamed. Her warmth made my stomach flutter. Her body rising and pressing, rising and pressing, rising and . . . uh oh, pulling away as fast I could, I fear of the future. Sadly, though the music had just began to play, I could name that tune in . . . three beats. I drifted off to sleep and woke up alone. | |||||||||||||||||
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