We fell back on the bed and our hair fell about the sheets, her black mixing with my gold. Our hands were entwined and we uttered no words as our mouths were too busy kissing. I felt her tugging at my top and soon I was topless before her, she moved down my body and kissed my breasts, looking up at me as she did so. My hands were around her head, holding her, bracing myself against the pleasure that was coursing through my body. Her hands explored further down and reached beneath my skirt, scratching my inner thigh as she teased me, getting ever so close to the burning wetness and then pulling away at the last minute, making me moan with crazed anguish.
My pussy twitched in anticipation of her touch but I had to wait a while longer as she moved back up to kiss me again, her hair fell all around me, enveloping me in a world of Lucy, and I was completely hers. She straddled me and leaned over me, cupping my head in her hands as she kissed me passionately. My own hands reached up and slipped off those thin straps. My eyes passed the mole as I watched the dress slip away from her curves, and I buried myself in her bosom, kissing on her nipples, feeling them harden against my lips.
She moaned my name and I felt like I was in heaven. I looked up at her with utter happiness and surrender in my eyes, and in that moment she knew that I was hers. We kissed deeply again as she moved around behind me. Her hands massaged my breasts as she kissed and bit my lip and whispered in my ear, telling me how many times she had thought about me in the long recent months of frustration, how I was the only way she had been able to get herself off. It was music to my ears but I could barely hear her over the sound of my mind cracking. Her long fingers slid down the middle of my body as I pressed myself against her, feeling the comfort of her breasts behind me, her legs parting to keep me in position as she reached down and pushed her hand below my skirt, finding my pussy with no trouble at all.
I gasped and my body convulsed as she found me, and then just as in my fantasy her fingers were inside me. My arms reached up to hold her and I craned my neck back, searching for her lips with my own so that I could kiss her. Her soft skin felt so good against my own, although we were burning together, and I wouldn't have been surprised had the bed exploded into flames.
My hands fell down to grip her thighs and I felt her wince as I dug my nails into her, trying to brace myself against the powerful sensations that were occurring within me, that she was creating, and as I shuddered against her I reached down with my own hand and found her sweet warmth, and when I heard her moan with satisfaction I considered my life to have been complete. Our heads twisted and we kissed fervently as we brought each other closer and closer to that dangerous burst of electric energy.
Through the orgasmic haze I glanced down at her hand as her fingers disappeared inside me and noticed that she had already removed her wedding ring. I smiled and leaned back against her, enjoying the way we throbbed together, feeling the rise and fall of our chests and the reverberations of our hearts and then the silent screams as we gripped each other tightly during climax.
THE END
Rebound with the Ex
Rebound with the Ex
Chapter 1
I was sitting in my apartment with a tub of ice cream open on my lap, and even though it was wrapped in a tea towel I could still feel the coldness seeping into my bones, but at least I was feeling something. Outside I could hear cars roar along the road, and in the apartments around me I could hear the sounds of people talking but in my apartment there was only the sound of silence. Images flickered on the television screen but I didn't pay attention to them. Pretty people with perfect smiles and false problems. Every day they met someone knew and had another relationship and it all worked out fine for them because that was the nature of things, but for me that was a picture of a life that I would never have.
I wasn't like them. I didn't have the perfect slim body. I liked food, and enjoyed eating. Was that so wrong? In this day and age it's like a sin, something you should be ashamed of. I never had any issues with my own body until other people started having issues with it. When I was at high school they would all stare at me in the shower and giggle, and then suddenly carrots would start turning up in my locker and bag at school. I thought it would get better as I grew older and moved through life but adults were just as cruel as children and I had to develop a thick skin. I pitied them really, that their lives were so small and meaningless that the only joy they could get was from the misery of others. But I was already different and not just because I was fat, but because I liked girls instead of boys, and the worst thing wasn't being teased or bullied at school, it was that Lucy was the one doing it all.