Your dazzling white smile, your piercing blue eyes, your crooked eyebrow when you crack a joke. Dress shirt and tie with slacks, your hair a little longer than normal, the curls in stylish disarray. You are perfection, I am now convinced. Playing the part of supportive friend is easy, it comes naturally to me. Hiding my attraction, fighting it, does not.
This night begins like most of the others, walking into the bar, finding the table our mutual friends have picked. Greeting them, laughing, ordering a drink. Like usual, I am fashionably late and you're already on stage. The sight of you quickens my heart, I smile at you and you smile back. Even from the distance with the dance floor between us, I can see the sparkle in your eyes.
You are amazing. You wow the crowd, people are clapping and shouting, it's a good group of people tonight. Today feels different for me, I feel at one with you. Other people feel it too. I have random people coming up to me, giving me your tips, asking me what you're drinking, ordering you a beer and handing it to me to give to you. I make the walk to the stage multiple times, giving you the napkin a woman wrote a song request on, refilling your drink. You meet my eyes and smile every time, and my heart swells a little more with each second I spend looking into your eyes. When a woman comes up to me again for a second time, having already given you $5, she smiles at me this time. She tucks some singles into my hand, folds my fingers into a fist and holds my hand there, her eyes dancing. "This is for making me smile on a day when I didn't think it was possible. Please, Please give him my thanks. He is the most talented guitarist I've ever had the pleasure to stumble upon." I'm not sure how to react, her hand is still holding mine. I thank her, and then she asks. "Are you his wife?" I laugh in shock, shaking my head no. "Not yet." She replies, still holding my hand. "We're just good friends." I tell her, feeling sad. She comes closer to me, "For now. Look at how we all assumed you were his better half? It was naturally what we thought because of how he looks at you." She squeezes my hand tighter for a second, then turns and leaves. I glance over to our friends, who are smiling at me, laughing, shaking their heads. The saga continues, and they know it will.
The night progresses, you take a break halfway through, and I drag you to introduce you to the shy lady who was so adamant that you know how great you are. You sit down with me after, you buy me a drink and we talk. Our friends join in, but for the most part, it's just me and you. I laugh, a lot. I laugh so much my face hurts. You reluctantly go back to the stage after awhile, and finish your set.
After you're done I help you with your equipment, we get it piled by the door and then we have another drink and spend some more time talking. One by one, our friends begin to file out. With every second that passes I know we're getting closer to being alone. I panic a little, but I know I can handle anything. When it's just me and you and a male friend left, you finally settle the tab, we grab your stuff and help you load it into your car. Here, the male friend takes off for the night. We look at each other and smile, neither of us wanting to leave. You put an arm around me and say you'll walk me to my car, which is about a half a block away. We don't say anything as we walk with your arm remaining around me to shield me from the wind. My heart is literally pounding as we come to my vehicle. We stall, both of us looking around, our hands shoved into our pockets. I grab my keys out of my purse and give you a sad smile. "I should go." I say, my hands shaking. "Yeah, you have a long drive home." you reply, we both go in for a hug. I fall into your arms, unable to resist the deep sigh of relief as your arms close around me. I fall into you completely, my body going limp against yours. Every fiber of my being feels as if it's been set on fire. The effect you have on me is just beyond description. I feel your lips lightly brush the top of my head and I squeeze you tighter, not wanting to let go.
Every moment of pain, every moment spent without you the last 4 months, every tear, every thought of confusion, all of it comes rushing back to me and I realize in that moment just why it is that I come to be here, with you. I can't be without you, I just can't. As I tighten my grip, I hear you mutter a frustrated groan. In one fluid motion, before I know what hit me, you pin me against the car, your lips just inches from mine. Our breath comes out in a fog, mixing together before disappearing into the air. A few moments pass, you search my face with your beautiful eyes. I am shaking, but it's not from the cold. You press against me, your arms on either side of me, my back pressed into the car. My lips tremble as you come closer, your nose touching mine, our lips a breadth apart. "Amber..." You mutter under your breath, and then you're kissing me, your lips are on mine, and i'm on fire. Instant heat and need burns through me. Nobody has ever made me feel this way.
I don't know how long you kissed me like that, it always ends too soon. But then your hands are in my hair, my head is rolling back and your lips are trailing fire down my neck, kissing, nibbling, tasting. My knees are weak, my body is numb. You release me, and I nearly fall. You take my hand as you unlock the door and open it for me. You crawl into the backseat, and my heart pounds wildly. "Come here..." you say, still holding my hand, you help me inside. You reach over to close the door. You unzip your coat, smiling at me. "here..." you say, pulling me close. Your settle into the corner of the seat, your legs spread, pulling me between them. I fall against your chest, burying my face there. You pull your coat tight around us, your arms holding me close. The smell of you is so familiar, I want to cry, I had missed you so much.
It's chilly, it's 2am, and we're crammed into the backseat of a car. But it is heaven. We talk for awhile, until I begin to feel warm and sleepy. Your rubbing my arm lightly and your lips are resting right beside my ear. Every time you speak your breathe rustles my hair and flutters against my ear, sending delicious chills down my spine. I can feel you against my hip, you're hard but you're not pressuring me. I ache to touch you, but I hesitate. I have never wanted somebody the way that I want you. I have never craved the way I crave you, I have never wanted to pleasure as thoroughly as I want, no... need, to pleasure you. Before I can stop myself, I reach for you, my hand closing around your swollen member. I shyly bury my face in your neck and lightly kiss you there as I start to rub you. Your breath hisses through your teeth. "I want to take care of you..." i whisper. Your answering groan makes me slide down your body. I try to warm my hands against you before I reach to unhook your belt. I watch your face as I slowly start to reveal you to me, I love watching your eyes darken, the lids becoming heavy, your lips parted slightly. There is no stopping now, no reason to delay, as soon as you are free, I take you into my mouth. You're warm and salty, deliciously hard. The scent of you teases my senses, the subtle smell of skin and lingering lust. I can't help the moans that escape my lips as I show you how much I love to taste you, to pleasure you. Up and down I gently suck, my tongue flicking circles around you, alternating between thrusts, my hand cupping your balls, holding them, teasing them. The thrill of being in the car, the lights of passing vehicles playing against the mirrors. As I pleasure you, I hear voices, but I don't stop. You're moaning and groaning, your knees quivering, your veins pulsing beneath my tongue. The adrenaline rushes through my veins as I hear a car door open nearby. I hear you laugh under your breath as I don't stop, I stop bobbing my head but continue to hold you deep in my mouth, the tip of your pressing against the back of my throat. Holding you there, I rub my tongue in a circle around you. I knead your balls. I hear the car doors close. You laugh again, "holy shit" you say, squeezing the back of my neck with your hand. The car starts. I haven't looked up, but now I know it's the car beside us. It pulls out, and I go back to work. We don't rush despite the circumstances. I work my magic until you're moaning loudly, twitching, breathing wildly. Then I back off a little, teasing, caressing, cherishing. When I feel as if you can't take it any more, I pull back and look up at you. "I want to make you cum." I tell you, my eyes boring into yours. You say my name on a curse, and you grab me up roughly, pulling my body up against yours. You kiss me fiercely, nearly painfully, quickly. Then you're pushing me down, your lips still locked with mine, until our positions are reversed. My head and pushed into the seat, and I look up. You pull yourself up above me. I look up at you, understanding your plan. "Cum for me" I say. You groan, you start to stroke yourself. Your cock is resting right beside my lips. I flick a tongue out against the head and start to beg for my reward. It's not an act, I'm not saying this to please you, I'm saying it because I mean it. I want you, every bit of you, every ounce of your love. When it starts to spill out of you, I savor it. It falls warmly into my mouth, filling me, if you miss, I use a finger to push it into my my mouth. Your sounds of pleasure have me on cloud nine, the taste of you on my tongue sending me into fits of lust. I don't break eye contact with you as i swallow every drop of your cum. Then I take you into my mouth, cleansing you, making you suck in your breath sharply. I fall back against the seat, my eyes lusty, my voice husky as I say "I love everything about you... including that, you're delicious." You laugh and blush. It's as close as i've come to saying I love you.
A few minutes later, we lay again, our bodies resting against each other, my back to your front. Your hands are in my pants gently playing with me, and without much effort at all, I'm shuddering against you. My soft cries of pleasure are drowned out as you silence me with your mouth. The taste of you lingers, the smell of sex abounds. Your hands find their way out of my pants and up under my shirt, resting against my belly. You rub me gently, I shift a little to get comfortable and close my eyes. "Can we just sleep here?" I ask. I don't want to go home, to go back to real life. "I'm thinking about it..." you say. I smile. You haven't wanted to leave me tonight, and it's a great feeling. A few minutes pass in silence. "Amber...?" you say quietly. "Yes?" You shift nervously, and my heart starts to pound. "Marry me?"
Okay, okay, I know... I know. That didn't happen. LOL I'll let you decide what all was reality and what is a fantasy in my head ;)
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