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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: We're only friends... | ||
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It's Sunday morning, and I knock on your door. I've known you since forever. We built mud pies, climbed trees, listened to the radio in the school holidays. We'd joke, cheat on homework, lock each other out of the clubhouses with signs reading "No boys!" and "Girl Free Zone." Our weekends were magnificent. Always with a group of friends, constantly the best of mates, sharing movies and nightclubs and day-after stories. I'm always relaxed around you. Nothing and nobody gets between us, and we know where we stand. Friends alone, and friends forever. The sun is out today. It's one of those days that is so bright you can't see, yet cool and relaxing and just makes you happy. You answer the door in your boxers, squinting out at me on the front porch. I poke you in the ribs with a laugh, I squeeze past you, and I steal into your living room to find the black leather boots I left beside your sofa yesterday. They come up past my knees, and they look pretty funny beneath my summer shorts and shirt. I think I'll tell you I look funny, and we'll laugh! You're not there in the hallway, so I go looking for you. I find you in the kitchen, head in the fridge. I relax against the sink and make a joke about my sexy boots. When you look up at me, something has changed. You haven't said a word, but it's there. Something is there in your eyes. I can feel it, and I don't know what it is that I can feel. And you pad barefoot towards me at the sink, and you aren't smiling, and the air has suddenly grown thick and heavy. You kiss me and I understand. Your cheek to mine, your lips on my neck, your bare chest at my fingertips. My breasts fill your palms and my nipples nudge you insistently. My tongue dances an ancient movement against yours, our hips move towards one another in search of what they crave. My shirt is gone, my bra undone, my head a spin of sherbet, I feel you press against my belly with timeless desperation. Hands slide into shorts to feel, to pull closer, to indulge in the sensations of bare flesh. My mouth on yours, hungry, thirsty, yearning for what you crave yourself. My hair against your shoulders, and somehow both our shorts are gone, and I stand in my funny boots and look into your eyes. The silence hangs again for a moment; we're speaking without words; we sing the song of generations past. The one, the only one who knows me like I know myself, untouched before me for so long until destiny played its hand. My reverie interrupted as you kiss my ear and face me to the window. There's a tiny courtyard here, I notice absently, and my thoughts melt away as teasing fingers find my breasts again. I shiver, and I want you closer, and I snake a hand to pull you against me as you were. And you do, and your bodyheat enthuses me, and the spell winds and winds around my brain, intoxicating, compelling and addicting. Your hands are on my hips now, and I bend fowards as you find your mark. Oh, feeling you enter me, I bloom from within to know I have you. And you cradle me as you rock back and forth, your gentleness more than I could ever ask, the excitement you bring more than I could ever have known. I feel your finger slip southwards; you want me to scale the heights with you. I'm breathless already from the sheer excitement of knowing you. I'm holding onto the sink now, your movements have quickened and the tempo more insistent. I meet your rhythm in growing glow, panting to get to the summit with you, I sense your urgency, I feel my own imminent crescendo. And my wave breaks, and yet no words emerge, just my gutteral moans of relief and pleasure, as your own explosion follows seconds later. And you caress me, as I lean back on your shoulder, and nothing is spoken aloud. We stayed like that for how long? Moments turn to hours when you find what's been right in front of you. When we part it's like a movie set. I'm not me, you're not you, we're just those innocent friends from yesterday, not the naked lovers of today. You make some toast. I pour the juice. And then we look at each other and give up the pretence, and we smile. |
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