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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:40:54 GMT -6
Chapter 1
It was a cool mid-May afternoon. The sun was shining in the clear, bright blue sky. A mild wind was blowing a light breeze. Christy and three of her close friends were on their way to a Wiccan festival in a local city park. She had been looking forward to this for several days. They arrived just in time to catch the drummers playing. This had always fascinated her, how so many people could simultaneously make such beautiful music with only drums. The small group walked around taking everything in, from the smell of the slow-cooking food, to the beauty of the park around them, to the feeling of their surroundings. It was a most peaceful place, even if there were hundreds of people there. Having been walking around for several hours, they decided it was time to go home.
As they were driving home, she noticed the beautiful orange-red sunset. As she was marveling at the breath-taking sunset, her phone began to ring. The sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise filled the car. She noticed he had begun calling her more than usual the past two weeks. She couldn't figure out why, though, he was with one of her friends, or so she thought. So why was he calling her? Once she heard his voice, she didn't much care why. They had been talking for a while when he confided in her that their friend Molly told him she had feelings for him. This was quite a shock to her (especially since even SHE didn't know how she really felt about him at that point). She had to smile, though, when he told her he had feelings for her too. Continuing their conversation, they agreed to meet at her house, since that was where everyone was going anyway. She hung up the phone and smiled to herself. He was gorgeous. She couldn't deny that!
Once the small group arrived back at her medium sized apartment, she made sure her guests were comfortable. Someone put on a movie, more for background noise, and everyone began talking about the festival. She stayed in the kitchen "to prepare dinner", but she really just wanted to be alone with her thoughts. There was something in his voice that made her shiver. Knowing he was coming over made her nervous. There was really no reason to be nervous as this wasn't the first time he had been to her house, wasn't the first time they had seen one another. What was so different about this encounter?
Before she knew it, there was a knock at the door. She wasn't sure who answered the door, but she suddenly heard his voice. He was bidding everyone hello and asking how their day was (she thought this was kind of endearing). Everyone described to him all they had seen, smelled, and tasted at the festival. She stayed in the kitchen, still trying to prepare dinner for her guests. He finally wandered into where she was. Giving her a big hug and kiss on the cheek, he said "Hello". They made small talk as he watched her finish dinner. She set the dinnerware and silverware out on the table and filled the glasses with ice. She let everyone get their food before she went for hers. To her, it was all part of being a good hostess.
They all found a seat either on the dark blue couch and love seat or on the floor in the living room. The group of six were talking, laughing and just having a good time over dinner. Everytime she would look over at him, she caught his eye. This small interaction made a smile reach her full, pink lips. As the evening progressed, everyone got "comfy". She decided she wanted to stretch out on the floor on her favorite blanket. As she settled down, he crawled up next to her. Wrapping his muscular arms around her tiny waist, she settled into his arms. Soon, one by one, her guests started falling asleep. He started softly kissing her shoulder, then her neck, and soon after her cheek. She rolled over so she could look at him before he kissed her lightly on the lips.
He deepened their kiss. His tongue grazed her bottom lip. She let her right hand slip under his t-shirt. She felt the soft skin of his stomach. His hand made it's way around her neck, pulling her closer to him. Before long there were arms and hands roaming to wherever they hungrily desired. Pulling away from him, she found herself looking into the gorgeous grey eyes of a man she felt she could easily fall in love with. He quietly asked her if she wanted to relocate into her bedroom. She blushed as she nodded her head yes.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:41:30 GMT -6
Chapter 2
He rose to his feet and gently pulled her to hers. He proceeded to pull her close and kiss her passionately. Taking ahold of her hand, he quietly led her to her bedroom. She turned on the light in her bathroom to give them just enough light to see. He stood in the corner and watched as she made her bed so meticulously. He wondered why he hadn't approached her before now. He watched in amazement as she subconciously arched her back as she stretched across the bed to reach the corner. He watched her as she fluffed her pillows. It was really amazing to him how you could notice all the little things about a person, if you really took the time to really look.
With a deep sigh she turned around and gave him a little smile. He quickly turned off the bathroom light and followed her shadow to the foot of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and took a deep breath, breathing in her scent. He sat down at the foot of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. Ever so softly, he ran his hands up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra. Still with his hands up her shirt, he slid the straps down her soft shoulders and eventually threw it across the room. He saw the smile spread across her face as his hands moved to her perky breasts. Her nipples, hard as smooth stones, brushed against his now bare chest. She ran her fingers threw his long, soft, red hair. She was just about to lean in and kiss him on the neck when he lifted her shirt over the top of her head. 'Damn, does she look sexy!', he thought to himself. She hastily unbuttoned his jeans and motioned for him to slide them off.
He complied, only moments before he slowly pulled her knitted lounge pants off her milky white legs. After a few minutes of caressing one another, they found themselves lying down spooned up. He was delicately kissing her shoulder and back, occasionally nibbling at her neck. It was difficult for her to suppress her soft moans, as his lips and kisses were extremely soft and made her shiver in delight. She turned her body toward him, as his hand slipped "below". She had found his tongue ring and was engrossed in playing with it with her own tongue. Suddenly she let out a loud moan, as he had found her "spot".
His callused finger slid over her throbbing clitoris. He continued to flick his finger over it until her body started shaking and she let out quite the loud scream. He pressed his lips hard against hers, stifling her screams. Their tongues danced together like a good Waltz. She arched her back as his hand slid down her right side. She wanted every inch of his hot flesh to touch her. The desire she felt at that moment was greater than she'd ever known. He kissed her passionately before rolling onto her. Having her body pinned down, he took the time to really look her over.
He studied her full, perky breasts, pinched her hard nipples. Her areolas weren't overly large, but seemed to fit her breasts perfectly. Her skin, milky white, almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her flat stomach showed off her belly ring superbly. He lightly traced the lines and curves of her exquisite body with his fingertips. As he continued his exploration of her body, he felt familiar tickle in his groins. He marveled that her dark eyes shown brightly with passion and desire for him. Feeling her jump slightly at the touch of his fingers inside her, he leaned down to kiss her lips once more.
Watching her face as he slowly entered her hot womanhood, he curbed the urge to just ram her repeatedly until he released into her. He slowly, almost painfully for her taste, slid his throbbing member back out of her. He plunged into her again, just a little harder this time. She gasped for breath, as she was quite aroused. As he stabbed her with his aching cock, he felt his orgasm coming like a freight train at fulll speed. Continuing his assault on her, he knew she had orgasmed twice, at the least. She nibbled on his nipple, sending him over the edge. He came hard, inside her heated flesh.
They made love until the wee hours of the morning. She discovered that night the wonders of making love to a man who knows how to use his tongue ring!! She nestled into his strong and loving arms and sighed. He wrapped his arms around her waist as they spooned up together to go to sleep, both very content and looking forward to the next morning. He gently rubbed her stomach and arm until her breathing became softer and more rhythmic. He looked up and out the window that was above her Queen sized bed and into the moonlit sky. Looking down at her sleeping face, he felt the connection he'd been looking for his entire life. Sighing a bit, he closed his eyes and let the images of her float through his mind.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:42:06 GMT -6
Chapter 3: [/center] When he awoke the next morning, she was gone. He started to panic at first until he heard music coming from the living room and voices laughing. He took in a deep breath and suddenly realized someone was cooking breakfast. As he emerged from her bedroom, the people in the apartment greeted him cheerfully. He slowly made his way into the living room where people were playing cards, others were cleaning up the mess from the previous night. He still couldn't find her though. His heart began to race a little as he wondered if he had done anything wrong. When the eldest member of their little group noticed his down-hearted expression, he piped up that she had to run to the store for a few items before finishing up breakfast. A look of relief immediately flashed upon his tanned face and a smile emerged. He made his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower and to get himself cleaned up and shaven for her. He didn't want to wash away the scent of her, but he wanted to get all the stickiness off his skin. 'Besides, I want to smell good' he thought to himself. After showering, he brushed his teeth and combed the long, shiny, red mane he called hair. By the time he was finished with his "morning routine", he could hear her laughter radiating the household. He quietly walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her petite waist and whispered into her ear "Good Morning, Precious". He loved the way she giggled, although he wasn't sure if it was what he said or his hot breath in her ear. ====================================================== Before falling asleep in his gentle arms, she decided to make everyone breakfast. Although it was really more for him. To her, it was one of the few ways she knew she could impress him. As she was in the kitchen preparing a wonderful breakfast, she realized she was lacking a few key ingredients. Molly offered to watch over breakfast until she returned. She bid her friend thanks and proceeeded to her room. She went to her room to grab her purse and saw him lying in her bed all comfortable and innocent. He just looked so damn sexy with the sheet just below his belly-button showing off his chest and tummy. She stared at the little bit of chest hair. He wasn't overly hairy like alot of Italian men, but wasn't completely hairless either. She'd never liked hairy guys, but he had enough that it didn't bother her. She stared at his happy-trail, reminiscing about the previous night and why that patch of hair is called the "Happy Trail". Feeling like she'd stared long enough at her sleeping Prince, she grabbed her purse, cell phone, and car keys. 'He looks so peaceful.' she thought as she looked back at him one last time. She wanted to wake him up and at the same time let him sleep. She finallly slipped out of her room quietly, so as to not disturb him. When she returned, she was informed that he was awake and occupying the bathroom. For a brief moment, she fretted, thinking she woke him up as she gathered her purse. Dismissing the thought, she began to finish up breakfast. She began a quiet conversation with one of her friends, who had recently awoken herself, when he came up behind her to give her a morning kiss. Her heart raced at his touch. He stood out of the way as the two women talked. He was fascinated at her meticulous way of doing things in the kitchen. He lent a helping hand whenever he was asked. Listening to his belly grumble, he realized just how hungry he was. Someone in the living room called his name, so he reluctantly left the two women talking in the kitchen. Their mutual friend Wayne, who had just arrived, wanted to speak to him about doing some work his truck. As he sat listening to Wayne, he had a very hard time concentrating. His mind kept wandering back to her. [/color]
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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:42:49 GMT -6
Chapter 4 [/center] After the wonderful breakfast she had made of pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast and biscuits, hashbrowns, and various eggs, her guests seemed quite satisfied. They had a great start to what seemed to be a wonderful day. The kitchen was quite a mess by the time she was through! None the less, everyone was full and happy and now trying to decide what they should the rest of the day. She decided to take a quick shower to get the grease from breakfast and the "sex" off her. Besides, she wanted to smell good for her new flame. He suggested they cleaned up the kitchen as she showered. Someone suggested swimming, which manifested into the beach. Someone else suggested they go see a movie; while someone else thought renting movies and video games would be a better idea. After a long debate and several rounds of voting later, they decided to head out to the beach. As everyone got their things together, someone else suggested they pack a lunch so they wouldn't have to pack up their things and go find it. Everyone thought this a grand idea and began digging for their money to put into the pot for the unlucky soul to go shopping. She stood around and laughed softly as she watched her friends fighting to see would go "picnic shopping". Everyone agreed on where to meet and when after figuring out who was riding in what vehicle. After everything was settled, they were riding in the back seat of Wayne's SUV just holding onto one another. Sitting there cuddled up to him, she finally had the chance to tell him "Good Morning". He leaned over and gave her a long, passionate kiss, leaving her breathless. She could feel her heart rate speeding up as his lips pressed against hers. Once they made it to the beach and the beach towels and umbrellas and the ice chest was set up, most of the guys went to go surfing. The girls sat around and sunbathed for a while and chit-chatted. Soon, a few of the guys came up wanting something to drink, she decided to go walk the beach for a while. One of the girls decided to go with her. They talked for a long while about all sorts of things, including her budding relationship. All she could do was smile. She knew it was love, but couldn't admit it. Doing that would risk losing it. And she certaintly didn't want to lose him. The two of them eventually made it back to the others and only had to smile when someone mentioned starting a game of strip-volley ball. Most of the girls agreed to regular volley ball, and a round of sighs emerged from the men. This didn't really suprise any of the women, however. They still had a wonderful time. At some point during the game, one of the group's friends had shown up and decided he wanted to play too. She didn't realize he had left the game until sometime much later. He sat on the beach under an umbrella and just watched HER. How her body moved, how she took command of things when she had to, how tanned her skin had become during the day and how the sweat from her body seemed to make her glow. He watched as the wind and her movements made her long, dark, wavy hair blow around her face. How he loved to just sit back and look at her. With the volley ball game being won, everyone decided then would be a good idea to sit down and eat lunch. He would have moved from his spot under the farthest umbrella from the ice chest, but then his erection would be noticed [/color] |
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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:43:31 GMT -6
Chapter 5: [/center] Everyone around him bustled to get their food and something to drink. No one really paid much attention to him just sitting there. Except her. She did notice and decided to bring him his food and a cold beer. He smiled up at her greatfully. She smiled back and was about to say something when someone called her name. As she turned to talk to said person, she happened to glance down and notice his....little problem. She just looked at him and gave him a little knowing smile. She was running around helping everyone and trying to solve problems for the group. He just sat back and watched her. After lunch, most of the guys and some of the girls decided they wanted to go surfing. She didn't, as she wanted to do a little sunbathing and read a book. He watched her as she meticulously laid out her beach towel, grabbed her soda, spread suntan lotion all over her already tanning body, and then lay down to get comfortable. He watched as she arched her back to pop it, then stretched out her legs. He watched her as she lie there, completely engulfed in her book, occasionally scratching an annoying itch. He couldn't help the burning desire he had for her within him. He contemplated moving over to her to tease her as she had done him all morning. Making up his mind to do so, he instead sat on her butt and began rubbing and masssaging her back. After a few minutes, he heard a soft moan. He wasn't trying to get frisky with her, but it was apparently doing something other than relieving back pressure! She eventually rolled herself over so that she was facing him. She sweetly smiled up at him. He knew what was coming. They gathered their beach towels and an unused umbrella and headed off to find a quiet spot. They lay out their blankets and the umbrella. She returned to laying on her stomach and he again began massaging her back. Once more he heard a soft moan. Since they had found a decently secluded area, he took the chance to roll her over so that he could massage the front side of her as well. He noticed immediately that her nipples were hard. He began with her perky breasts, rubbing and caressing each one, moving slowly back and forth between them. As he began moving lower and lower on her body, the more she began to wiggle and moan. Had no man ever treated her this way? Had no man ever made her moan, with nothing more than a massage? Last night was very good. He figured this would be very, very exciting for her, as she had once said she'd never had sex on a beach before! He slowly moved his hand below her bikini bottoms, she moaned slightly. He knew she was willing and getting close to an awesome orgasm. He wanted to really see her beautiful face as she did. He played with her for a few minutes with his soft fingers. She began moaning, quite loudly, so he put his hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Not that he really wanted to silence her beautiful voice. She layed there, panting ever so slightly, while he slipped her bottoms off quickly. He looked up at her with a most devilish grin. She closed her eyes in preparation for what he was about to do. She didn't know how much of this she could take! As he went down on her, she felt the metal of his tongue ring and began to shiver. That ring seemed to keep hitting just the right spot at just the right angle. For the second time in about ten minutes, she was moaning and groaning. What she didn't know was that as she was orgasming, so was he. He pulled off his swim trunks and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. As he entered her, she bit his neck softly. He liked being bitten. He could feel her whole body tense up. As he rocked his hips, he took one of her breast into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his soft, red hair. He sucked and nibbled until she let out yet another moan. Feeling a bit more aggressive, she again bit his neck, this time leaving quite a mark. He started quietly calling her name as he got closer and closer. Their names were indistinguishable as they both orgasmed together, calling each other's names. They had lain together on their towels for about an hour when they decided to join everyone else. No one seemed to realize they had been missing. Everyone was enjoying themselves, some sun-bathing, others swimming, still others playing another smaller game of volleyball. Soon, everyone decided it was time to leave. Some wanted to go catch a flick, others wanted to go drinking again. She didn't care what they did, as long as she could be with him. They decided on catching a movie. The small group of movie-goers decided on a scary movie. How perfect was that, in the dark watching a movie that would cause her to nestle her face in his shoulder at the gruesome parts! He thoroughly enjoyed being with her and feeling her soft touch. Settling into their seats, the group made small talk as they waited for the movie to start. As the lights turned down, he felt her grab his arm. He quickly slipped her hand in his and squeezed, letting her know it was ok. He loved the feeling of her face in his shoulder, the smell of her hair, her hot breath on his skin. It gave him goosebumps. He sat there and fantasized about what he would like to both do to her and with her [/color] |
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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:45:11 GMT -6
Chapter 6: [/center] Time went by for the couple. They were very happy until she brought her so-called best friend up from Texas to move in with her. Her friend, Gail, started causing all sorts of problems between them. Gail began to lie to one about the other. She spread her lies about Christy to some of her close friends. Since Gail and Christy had known each other many years and were such good friends, everyone believed her pack of lies. This alienated Christy from everyone around her, including him. She felt alone, even when her house was full of people only pretending to like her. Feeling like he was angry at her for some unknown reason, her life became dull. Nothing she did seemed like fun anymore. Food didn't taste quite as good as it once did. She fought back tears all day and cried herself to sleep at night. It pained her to know he avoided her whenever he could. Christy and Chaz were no longer sleeping in the same bed nor were they on good speaking terms. When he came home, he no longer greeted her with a kiss or a 'Hi'. When they spoke, it ended up in a fight. Her good friend set her up with a guy she'd known for some time. She started seeing someone Scott trying to get her mind off Chaz. It wasn't soon after she started seeing Scott that she realized she was only trying to fill the hole that Chaz had left. Every time she closed her eyes, it was him she was seeing. Even though she really liked her new boyfriend, her heart still belonged to him. Several months went by along with a few boyfriends. Somehow they'd gotten back in touch and again began talking. Although she was seeing someone new, they became friends again. Her and her boyfriend would occasionally stop by to see him at his new place. It hurt her to see him, though, because she knew she still had strong feelings for him. In her eyes, the new boyfriend failed in comparison to him. 'Why she was with him?' she asked herself. Why was she making plans with the new guy when all she cared about was Chaz? After rekindling their friendship, she made the hard decision to move back to her home state, Texas, to be with her family. It killed her to not see him. She was single, more or less by choice after the "new" boyfriend ended their relationship. It hurt her on the surface, but she was greatful. It meant that she could wait for Chaz. When she finally got the nerve to call his house, she painfully discovered that his phone had been cut off. For several months, she couldn't contact him. He wouldn't answer her emails and she didn't have his address. She began to wonder if she had done something wrong. Perhaps she had offended him in some way. It was only by chance that one day they caught each other online. She lost track at how long they chatted, just catching up with one another. They reminisced about the "good days". They agreed to meet up online again soon. Over the next few months, they did their best to stay in contact by IM'ing one another quite often, emailing and calling as often as they could. She decided she wanted to see him and so she took 2 weeks off of work to visit him over the New Year's Holiday. Leaving Dallas on the 30th of December, she was very excited. She couldn't sleep the night before thinking about him. Getting dressed in a pair of black fishnets, black combat boots, a black polyester skirt with two slits going up both sides, a grey and black corset with a leopard print stretch top over it, she looked as sexy as he made her feel. The whole morning at the airport and on the plane, she kept thinking about their time together, both past and present. 2 weeks wasn't enough for her, but she would make do until she could permanently move back with him. She listened to her discman and read Stephen King's 'IT' to pass the time. Upon landing at the Miami airport, she felt the butterflies in her stomach. Why was she getting nervous? What did she have to be nervous about? Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen each other in over two years. Or maybe it was because she worried about what he would think of her. Could it be the fact that she knew they would make love and it had been well over a year and a half since she had been with someone? Whatever it was, it went away as soon as she saw him again. He looked good in his nice-fitting black t-shirt and Wranglers. 'He looked damn good, even if he had cut his hair.' she thought to herself After putting her luggage in his car, they headed back to his apartment. They talked about her flight and recent events. She was in heaven. Just seeing him again reminded her of what she had felt when she was with him before. His kiss was just as sweet and soft and loving as she had remembered. She couldn't help but glance over at him every now and then just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Her dreams often encompassed him and her and what had happened between them, both good and bad. All she wanted was to be in his arms once again. To feel his kiss, his touch, his warm embrace. This surely had to be heaven, the way she was feeling. They visited old friends, she hadn't seen in a long time. Friends that he knew she was dying to see again. He loved to watch her reaction when he told her where they were going. The smile she flashed him just melted his heart. He often dreamt of her and what they had together. He wanted to explore so many things with her, to show her all he knew. [/color] |
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Post by Mistress Angie on Jan 14, 2006 16:45:42 GMT -6
Chapter 7: [/center] After their long visit with some of their friends, they headed home. They arrived back to an empty apartment, which he was allowing a few of his friends to "stay over" for a little while. She dropped her jacket and purse by the large oak entertainment center in the living room. She stood there for a moment, looking around. He slowly walked up to her and slid his very muscular arm around her petite waist. Looking deep in her light green eyes, he saw the love and passion that he had missed since she left. After the long day of running around with him and after her traveling, she was understandably tired. That all melted away when he started nibbling at her earlobes and neck. He used his nails to run up and down her back, which he knew drover her crazy. A few minutes into it, he heard her softly stifle a moan by biting his shoulder. He smiled, reveling in the fact that it was he who was making her produce these sounds. He loved how her body reacted when he did something that she liked. Such as how she would moan when he nibbled on certain spots. Or how she arched her back when he ran his nails down it. How when she was really getting into something she bit her bottom lip. Or how she shut her eyes when she was REALLY getting into something. He picked her up off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She wasn't afraid of falling as she knew he'd never let anything happen to her. Kissing his soft lips and playing with his tongue ring, she barely felt him lay her down on his bed. He slowly stripped his shirt off, never breaking eye contact with her. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She sat up to take off her boots. Since the opportunity arose, he began unbuttoning her shirt to slip it off her shoulders. He kissed her cheek, then licked his way to her neck. Stopping briefly to nibble on her neck, she began to softly moan. He gently massaged her tender breasts, sucking on her nipples every now and then. Massaging her breast with his left hand, his right began snaking it's way down under her skirt. Deciding that she was wearing way too many clothes, he slid her skirt, fishnets, and thong down her legs easily. She tilted her head back as his finger entered her. Arching her back, her moaning got louder. As he speeded up his pace, she began to rock her hips in time with him. He brought her to the brink of orgasm several times, but wouldn't allow her to release. Each time her body started tensing up, he would stop. It was driving her mad with desire. When she began beggnig him to finish, he only grinned evily at her, kissed her passionately, and then slid her up to the headboard. He spread her legs gently with his knee since he was engrossed in kissing her soft lips. He began trailing kisses down her neck and chest. He sucked on her breast for a while before trailing down to her belly button. He liked pulling on it to make her moan. Today was no exception. He licked her belly button then gently pulled on her belly ring. She began begging once more so he trailed all the way down to her very wet pussy. He flicked his tongue and she practically jumped. With her moaning even louder than before, he sucked at her clit. Her body tensed up again and this time he didn't stop. Licking all her juices, he heard her calling out his name. He slithered up her body, kissing skin every so often as he went. She snuggled into his arms as she recovered and her breathing became steady again. Noticing that he was sporting a nice hard-on, she nibbled at his neck then licked down to his belly button. Pausing only to look up at him, she smiled then took his entire length into her mouth. She licked around his head, then down the base, swirling her tongue as she went. She would stop and suck hard for a minute before going back to the swirly-motion with her tongue. He ran his fingers through her long, black hair with one hand and grabbed her free hand with his other. She began to suck harder, wanting to please him as much as he had done her. It pushed him over the edge when she started massaging his sac and he came hard in her mouth. Licking every drop up, she finally slid back up into his arms. Laying her head on his chest, she listened while his breathing to return to normal and became softer. [/color] |
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Post by Mistress Angie on Aug 1, 2006 20:05:44 GMT -6
Chapter 8: [/center] The next evening they relaxed at his apartment, awaiting some of his friends to arrive. Since he had talked about her so much to everyone, he felt the need to introduce her. Once everyone had arrived, he began the introductions. Everything seemed to go smoothly. People seemed to take to her very well. He enjoyed seeing her getting along so well with his friends. It made him happy to see her smiling and laughing. As soon as his guests had arrived, she noticed the blond. How could you not with breasts of that size? She knew she was bi-curious, but she wasn’t sure how far she’d go with another woman. The blond was quite attractive and very charming. She seemed to have a wonderful sense of humor and kept her laughing. She couldn’t quite quit stealing glances at her new friend, Nicholle, though. She quickly found out that her new friend was in fact bisexual herself. That intrigued her very much. Although she sort of had a girlfriend before, she’d never gone past kisses and an occasional ass-slapping. She often caught herself looking at other women but could never really see herself having sex with a person of the same sex. She just couldn’t quite grasp how that would work. The more she thought about it, the more she began to like the idea of playing with a woman. A week into her visit, she found herself getting very close to the other woman. The more she hung out with her, the more she began to like her. Unfortunately, she noticed a growing distance between her and Chaz. It bothered her quite a bit her, but her attention was usually grabbed by her new friend. One night would change her life forever in a way she never thought possible. Christy, Chaz, Nicholle and her boyfriend at the time, and three of their friends had been sitting around chilling, watching movies, and listening to music all night. Nicholle's boyfriend went back to his house since he had to work the next day, two of their friends left the bedroom where they were all chilling at to settle down in the living room. Chaz took his friend home while she stayed at home with Nicholle. As the girls were waiting for him to return, they had the naughtiest idea. They stripped down to their panties and bras and crawled under the covers to await him. They were watching a movie and giggling when they heard the front door open and his voice echoing throughout the smallish apartment. Grinning at one another, they slid deeper under the covers so that only their heads were above the sheets. He opened the door and stood for a very brief moment as he surveyed the sight before him. He grinned devilishly as he quickly stripped off his t-shirt, flung off his shoes and made his way to the bed. By the time he was standing next to the bed, he’d lost his jeans as well. Grinning at both the ladies, he pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. Christy stayed to the far left as she watched him climb over Nicholle, kissing her softly. She’d never thought she would be involved in a three-some, much less with one man and another woman. It was all very exciting, but very anxiety-ridden for her. She’d never been with another woman before so she was naturally nervous about what to do or doing something wrong. She didn’t want to be “bad” for the first woman she’d ever slept with. On top of that, she had an “observer” watching what she was doing to her. Despite her insecurities, it was quite a thrill for her. She quickly found herself in a passionate kiss with her female counterpart. The lips she was kissing were soft and warm. As she was entranced by the kiss she was sharing, she soon found her breasts the center of attention from Chaz. It was odd, but intriguing all at the same time. Ending her kiss with Nicholle, she found her lips captured by his. She barely noticed his hands weren’t massaging and playing with her breasts, but Nicholle's. Not that she minded at all, as she was wanting to play with the magnificently large titties that were slightly to her right. As he released her lips, she turned her attention to the breasts she’d been longing to play with for more than a week. She took one of the milky white, supple breasts into her mouth and began suckling at the nipple. She instinctively smiled as she heard the loud moan she received for her efforts. The sight before him seemed to turn him on even more as his throbbing erection pressed into Christy's leg. He slid a finger inside their lover, savoring how wet she had become in the few moments they’d been fooling around. |
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Post by Mistress Angie on Sept 3, 2006 13:31:53 GMT -6
Chapter 9 [/center] As the trio continued to fool around, she began hearing her name being softly moaned. She sat up for a moment to see who it was. Nicholle was moaning her name. She smiled, looked at him, and continued her oral assault on the large breasts in front of her. As she played with Nicholle's breasts, she began feeling two different hands upon her own body. She smiled, enjoying the sensations of a warm hand caressing her inner thigh and another hand caressing her neck and upper back. She wasn't accostumed to having more than one lover. All the sensations almost overloaded her system! Nicholle began calling out her name louder this time 'Christy! Christy' as her body began tensing up. She smiled again, enjoying hearing another woman calling out her name in ecstasy. As she began sucking harder at Nicholle's breast, he speeded up his efforts as well. He immensely enjoyed making both women orgasm at the same time. It was a skill he had mastered quite well and was very proud of. He watched intently as Christy sucked on Nicholle's left breast while simultaneously playing with her right. He watched as Nicholle's face contorted in pure bliss as he worked his left hand in her very hot, wet pussy. He watched as the two women would suddenly stop and kiss passionately. He watched Christy's body twitch and jerk every so often as he hit her clit. He smiled to himself as he heard Nicholle moaning in pleasure as she orgasmed and at the same time he watched Christy's body tense up and twitch as she came hard over his hand. He allowed the women to regain their composure as his throbbing cock ached for release. Nicholle kissed him, making his cock ache even more. They talked for a few moments before she got up to get dressed. He watched Christy watch Nicholle and chuckled softly to himself. As much as he wanted to continue to play with both the ladies, he was more than happy to have Christy all to himself. Christy watched as Nicholle kissed him passionately, a slight twinge of jealousy momentarily surging through her body. She'd never been in a relationship like this before and didn't quite know what to expect. She had to admit, Nicholle had a nice body. As much fun as she had, she was wanting him all to herself. She was happy when Nicholle got dressed and headed out into the living room. She sighed as the door was quietly shut and turned to him. She was relieved to see him staring intently at her smiling. She returned his smile and leaned in to kiss him. She wasn't expecting him to throw her down on her stomach. He was gentle but forceful. Something she found oddly erotic. He kissed her roughly before biting her shoulder. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped. He slapped her naked ass, leaving a red mark and making her moan loudly. She enjoyed what he was doing to her immensely. It seemed to her, and from all her previous experiences, he was treating her body like a temple. She loved every minute of it! He kissed his way down her back before biting her side, right above her hip bone. He slid his right hand around and once again slipped his fingers inside her. She grabbed ahold of his left hand and squeezed, letting him know she enjoyed what he was doing. He took his hand back, causing her to sigh dejectedly. She almost screamed out when he rammed his shaft into her. It wasn't painful, he just suprised her a bit. She loved everything he did to her. He suddenly stopped and and began playing with her breasts. He was panting slightly and wanted to suppress his release. He loved the way her skin felt against him. Loved the feel of her skin, loved the way she moaned, loved the way her lips felt against his skin, loved how she looked as she orgasmed. He wanted to savor every moment he had with her. He wanted to burn this into his memory and remember it forever. His aching cock began twitching once more. He slid himself slowly out of her before re-entering her hot, wet pussy. She squeezed his hand again. He thrust hard and fast, needing release himself. She was reaching climax herself for the second time as he rammed his shaft into her. They found a rhythm and moved together as one. Sweat pouring from both their brows, they came almost simultaneously panting. He crawled off her as soon as his breathing became steady again. He pulled her to him and she laid her head on his chest. She sighed a most contented sigh as he began flipping through tv channels as they regained their composure. He was halfway watching tv and halfway watching her. He noticed how every now and then a small smile would play upon her soft, red lips. He loved the way she looked all snuggled up in his arms, loved feeling her hot breath on his bare chest. Every so often he would push a strand hair out of her face so she could watch tv. Before long, he felt her breathing getting shallower. He looked down to see her eyes closed a smile on her face. "If you only knew how much I love you, baby." He whispered into her sleeping ear. [/color]
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Post by Mistress Angie on Apr 16, 2007 7:57:28 GMT -6
Chapter 10: [/center] She awoke early in the morning to the sun's rays beaming into her sparkling green eyes. She looked over to her sleeping lover and smiled to herself. The covers were laying just below his belly button, showing off his torso. He had one arm behind his head and the other hand resting peacefully on his chest. She sat in bed for a few moments just staring at his beautiful naked body before getting out of bed and grabbing a shirt to slip over her her head. She snagged a towel and made her way quietly into the bathroom. Turning on the red heat lamp, she slid the white button up shirt slowly down her shoulders. It landed softly on the floor. She turned her attention the shower, turning the temperature knobs until the water was her perfect temp. Steam began slowly filling the bathroom as she watched the mirror fogging over. She slipped into the hot water and moaned, enjoying how the hot water seemed to relax her muscles. She stood there for a few minutes just letting the water run over her body. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He heard her close the door as quietly as she could. He rolled onto his side and took a deep breath. He breathed in her scent and smiled to himself. As he heard the shower turn on, he had a bright idea. He slid out of bed, wrapped a towel around his naked body and quietly slipped into the bathroom. He stood in the corner and watched as she slipped into the shower. He could see her silhouette on the curtain and felt his penis getting hard. He watched as her hand slid down her neck and to her supple breasts. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped his strong hand around his now-aching cock. Watching her wash her delicate body, he stroked his shaft. Continuing to run his hand up and down his length, it took every bit of will-power to not hop into the steamy shower with his lover. He watched as her hand seemed to roam aimlessly over her own body. It drove him mad with desire. The longer he stood in silence watching her, the harder he stroked himself unitl at last he spilled his seed over his hand. Wiping himself clean on the extra towel that was hanging on the towel rack, he slipped into the shower with his lover. He smiled to himself when she jumped slightly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him, enjoying the suprise. He ran his hands down the front of her body, stopping momentarily to play with her breasts. He walked them backwards until his back hit the wall. He smiled at her when she turned around to face him. He cupped her face with his hands and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He let his hands slip all over her wet body as they teased one another. Soft moans resonated against the shower walls as each hit a particularly nice spot on their mate. She was giggling at something had has said when suddenly he wanted her more than he could put into words. He quickly turned off the shower and opened the curtain. She quickly got out of the shower and began drying herself off. He watched her as he had done earlier. It turned him on so to watch as she delicately dabbed at spots on her body. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he grabbed his towel and quickly dried himself off. He followed her back into the bed, eyes never leaving her soft body. [/color] |
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