Post by freakhere on Jul 26, 2006 9:07:23 GMT
I was lying on the floor of my apartment and he came in; he had a key to my appartment. I was typing in my laptop. I paused to look up to see him enter. His face was sad.
‘Just break up?’ I asked him shifting my weight so I could get comfortable.
‘Yeah, she wasn’t my type anyways.’
‘Most of the girls aren’t your type, especially when half of them are named Barbie or Bambi.’ I really did hate most of them.
‘Give them a break, they were great company.’
‘Because they open their legs so freely?’ I asked half annoyed. I went back to my paper and he went and sat on the couch. I paused again, this time abandoning my paper now all together, ‘You want to know why none of them were your type?’
‘Why?’
‘Because you could never carry on any conversation of any worth for more than two syllables. This last one didn’t even know where Colorado was, and she was in it!’ I went and sat next to him. ‘None of them were your type because your type is smart, just like you.’ I put my arm around his shoulder, simply touching him was always so electrifying. ‘The type that can sustain a conversation and fight with you about politics and books and movies. Some one you could have fun with and still talk to.’
He looked at me, sad at first and then his face changed as if truly seeing me for the first time. He leaned towards me kissed me quickly then he pulled back unsure if he had done the right thing. I brushed my hand across his cheekbone. Energy rushed through me. I loved him, more than a friend should love just a friend. I leaned in this time and kissed him, his lips so soft. I pulled back and looked at him.
‘Bad idea, you’re just sad about losing your latest girl. We’ll regret it later.’
He leaned in and kissed me again.
‘This isn’t just a whim, or because I just broke up with what’s-her-face, but because,’ he leaned in again, ‘I see you, as the girl who’s always been there for me and has always cared for me. I love you Ceri and I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I kissed him again, caressing his face, with his five o’clock shadow. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, our tongues entangling, I shoved off his jacket, and he undid my button-up shirt, and ripped it off.
I stood up and took his hand. I led him to my room; my roommate would be gone for three more days. I slipped off his shirt and ran my hands over his chiseled abs. His body was well defined and perfectly muscular. He hid his body often under jackets and sweaters.
‘God Michael, you’re gorgeous.’ I kissed him.
Now I had seen him at the pool but he had been working out recently. He undid my shorts and slipped them off and I undid his jeans. I hopped on the bed and pulled him closer.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked me.
I looked deep into his blue eyes and saw a pure love, and he must have seen the love I had always had for him, since the moment I had met him.
‘With all my heart.’
I pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. He unfastened my bra and let my breasts go free, though he didn’t pay them much mind; he cupped the right one as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He pushed be back on the bed, lying me down. He slipped off my pants, and pushed down his boxers. We both slowly moved up towards the pillows.
When we finally made it I opened my legs and let him come up between them. He kissed his way up from my stomach. We had had several discussions about sex, amazingly enough, and he knew I wasn’t really into the kinky stuff, so he kept things normal, for the most part.
He kissed me again, I could feel him pressing into me.
‘Do it,’ I told him, knowing that he still wasn’t sure if I would do it. He knew I had only been with one other guy and it wasn’t a good experience.
He pushed himself up and then he slid into me slowly. He was much bigger than the other I had experienced. I had to catch my breath.
‘You okay?’
‘Better than okay, god, that feels good.’
He started to pump in and out, going slowly at first. He moaned softly.
‘Faster,’ I told him; all I wanted was for him to just fuck me hard.
He went faster, I felt my orgasm building. I let out a little moan. Michael started to forget that he wanted to take it easy, and he started to shove himself deep with in me. I lifted my legs up higher and wider, letting him in deeper. I felt my body start to buck, and I could see in his face that he was close too. He began to shove so hard, I thought he would split me in two. I felt my pussy tighten and my body buck wildly. He shoved a few more times and I saw his face contort as he released a stream into me. He collapsed on top of me. We both panted as we tried to catch our breath. I felt him slowly go soft inside me, he pulled himself out and rolled to the side. I rolled on my side and looked at him.
‘Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding from me, I never knew you had that in you.’
He turned to me. ‘Well I had never been in you,’ he said smiling. He threw a look at me and then to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to go take a shower, come and join me if you want.’
He walked into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. I let the water run for a bit then I got up and walked into the bathroom.
It was full of steam, and it was hard to see much. I walked to the shower and saw his outline through the steamy glass. I popped open the door and stepped in. He spun around and I looked at his amazing chest, glistening with water. He pulled me closer and kissed me. I kissed his chest and I made my way down. He was already hard. I stuck his dick in my mouth. He pushed his hips forward slightly. I sucked him slowly, until he moaned for me to go faster. The faster I went, the more he moaned, he told me not to stop, but then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
‘Not yet, I want to get you done.’ He pressed me up against the wet tile. I lifted my leg up around him. He pushed himself up into me, I grabbed the towel rack for support, my knees almost giving out on me. He pushed hard into me, and I lifted my other leg around him, pushing him farther into me.
‘Oh god Michael, fuck me hard.’ I moaned. He took my command to hard and began to shove so hard that it hurt, but still felt good. I felt him pumping hard and I felt the stream he released. He still pumped until I came, feeling my body buck and then I felt happiness.
He was the love of my life, and he now realized, I was his
{Decided to change the name to Ceri
}
‘Just break up?’ I asked him shifting my weight so I could get comfortable.
‘Yeah, she wasn’t my type anyways.’
‘Most of the girls aren’t your type, especially when half of them are named Barbie or Bambi.’ I really did hate most of them.
‘Give them a break, they were great company.’
‘Because they open their legs so freely?’ I asked half annoyed. I went back to my paper and he went and sat on the couch. I paused again, this time abandoning my paper now all together, ‘You want to know why none of them were your type?’
‘Why?’
‘Because you could never carry on any conversation of any worth for more than two syllables. This last one didn’t even know where Colorado was, and she was in it!’ I went and sat next to him. ‘None of them were your type because your type is smart, just like you.’ I put my arm around his shoulder, simply touching him was always so electrifying. ‘The type that can sustain a conversation and fight with you about politics and books and movies. Some one you could have fun with and still talk to.’
He looked at me, sad at first and then his face changed as if truly seeing me for the first time. He leaned towards me kissed me quickly then he pulled back unsure if he had done the right thing. I brushed my hand across his cheekbone. Energy rushed through me. I loved him, more than a friend should love just a friend. I leaned in this time and kissed him, his lips so soft. I pulled back and looked at him.
‘Bad idea, you’re just sad about losing your latest girl. We’ll regret it later.’
He leaned in and kissed me again.
‘This isn’t just a whim, or because I just broke up with what’s-her-face, but because,’ he leaned in again, ‘I see you, as the girl who’s always been there for me and has always cared for me. I love you Ceri and I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I kissed him again, caressing his face, with his five o’clock shadow. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, our tongues entangling, I shoved off his jacket, and he undid my button-up shirt, and ripped it off.
I stood up and took his hand. I led him to my room; my roommate would be gone for three more days. I slipped off his shirt and ran my hands over his chiseled abs. His body was well defined and perfectly muscular. He hid his body often under jackets and sweaters.
‘God Michael, you’re gorgeous.’ I kissed him.
Now I had seen him at the pool but he had been working out recently. He undid my shorts and slipped them off and I undid his jeans. I hopped on the bed and pulled him closer.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked me.
I looked deep into his blue eyes and saw a pure love, and he must have seen the love I had always had for him, since the moment I had met him.
‘With all my heart.’
I pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. He unfastened my bra and let my breasts go free, though he didn’t pay them much mind; he cupped the right one as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He pushed be back on the bed, lying me down. He slipped off my pants, and pushed down his boxers. We both slowly moved up towards the pillows.
When we finally made it I opened my legs and let him come up between them. He kissed his way up from my stomach. We had had several discussions about sex, amazingly enough, and he knew I wasn’t really into the kinky stuff, so he kept things normal, for the most part.
He kissed me again, I could feel him pressing into me.
‘Do it,’ I told him, knowing that he still wasn’t sure if I would do it. He knew I had only been with one other guy and it wasn’t a good experience.
He pushed himself up and then he slid into me slowly. He was much bigger than the other I had experienced. I had to catch my breath.
‘You okay?’
‘Better than okay, god, that feels good.’
He started to pump in and out, going slowly at first. He moaned softly.
‘Faster,’ I told him; all I wanted was for him to just fuck me hard.
He went faster, I felt my orgasm building. I let out a little moan. Michael started to forget that he wanted to take it easy, and he started to shove himself deep with in me. I lifted my legs up higher and wider, letting him in deeper. I felt my body start to buck, and I could see in his face that he was close too. He began to shove so hard, I thought he would split me in two. I felt my pussy tighten and my body buck wildly. He shoved a few more times and I saw his face contort as he released a stream into me. He collapsed on top of me. We both panted as we tried to catch our breath. I felt him slowly go soft inside me, he pulled himself out and rolled to the side. I rolled on my side and looked at him.
‘Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding from me, I never knew you had that in you.’
He turned to me. ‘Well I had never been in you,’ he said smiling. He threw a look at me and then to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to go take a shower, come and join me if you want.’
He walked into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. I let the water run for a bit then I got up and walked into the bathroom.
It was full of steam, and it was hard to see much. I walked to the shower and saw his outline through the steamy glass. I popped open the door and stepped in. He spun around and I looked at his amazing chest, glistening with water. He pulled me closer and kissed me. I kissed his chest and I made my way down. He was already hard. I stuck his dick in my mouth. He pushed his hips forward slightly. I sucked him slowly, until he moaned for me to go faster. The faster I went, the more he moaned, he told me not to stop, but then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
‘Not yet, I want to get you done.’ He pressed me up against the wet tile. I lifted my leg up around him. He pushed himself up into me, I grabbed the towel rack for support, my knees almost giving out on me. He pushed hard into me, and I lifted my other leg around him, pushing him farther into me.
‘Oh god Michael, fuck me hard.’ I moaned. He took my command to hard and began to shove so hard that it hurt, but still felt good. I felt him pumping hard and I felt the stream he released. He still pumped until I came, feeling my body buck and then I felt happiness.
He was the love of my life, and he now realized, I was his
{Decided to change the name to Ceri
}
as a piece of writing it's well done, and good characterisation...sorry, I'm sure you didn't want an essay comment...nice work 
