She tells me I should come by, even if it's just for a little while, and after thinking for 3 or 4 seconds, I agree. "I will be there in 15 minutes" is the last thing I say, and she hears as we both hang up, finishing an hour-long conversation. The entire ride over, I'm thinking, "What is she thinking?" I'm asking myself what made tonight different from when she asked me to come over. I'm even starting to doubt the decision I've made about going, but nonetheless, I keep going.
When I arrived, she opened the door wearing boy shorts and a white tank top. She smiled at me like this was the one thing she asked Santa for on her Christmas list, and he finally delivered. She says, "Come in crazy... it's raining out there." I stand there staring at her with the strangest of emotions taking over me. The feeling of "I shouldn't" and "I want to." I notice that she has D'Angelo's "How Does It Feel" playing slightly in the background. Candles are on each side of the TV mounted above the fireplace's mantle. Her living room is neatly decorated with pictures of women's naked silhouettes and oversized furniture with a throw hanging over the back of the sofa.
After about 30 minutes of small talk, she asked me, "How long do I have u for?" I replied, "How long do u need me?" And without delay, she replied, "If it were up to me, I would never leave." As she stared at me slightly, biting her bottom lip. So I replied, "I'm not on a schedule. U will be the first person I let know when it's time for me to go", in a sarcastic way.
We sat on her sofa, reminiscing on how and where we met or first saw each other, but the conversation was sprinkled with moments of silence. And in those moments, she would look at me as if she could see my soul. I asked, "What are u thinking?" But she just kept looking into my eyes. Now, with a slight shake of her head from side to side.
Then she complimented my skin, and I complimented her smile. She complimented my eyes, and I complimented her beauty. Then she complimented my lips and how soft they looked and I... I compliment her art. She smiled with a look on her face as if she had caught the diversion I attempted to present.
I stood up and walked toward the kitchen, admiring the artwork on the wall and asking about the artist who created it. She soon asked me, "What do you know about art?". She walked over and stood before me, telling me where she had bought it and what she admired about each one—pressing her body against mine. Once again, I attempted to divert her attention by saying, "You must really love that song... it's been on repeat the entire time I've been here." And she said, "I REALLY like this song!" as she started to slowly glide her hips back and forth to the music's beat. She then asked me to dance with her. I asked, "Right now?" she said, "What better time than the present?"
As we stood there, slowly moving from side to side, I could feel her pressing back on me harder and harder, and she could feel me growing. She wrapped my hands around her, with my left hand around her waist and my right around her shoulder. She looked over her right shoulder, and I noticed her eyes were closed as if she wanted nothing more in the world than to be right there where she was with me.
The white tank top she was wearing began to expose her hardened nipples. And while I was looking down at her beautiful round breast, she opened her eyes and said, "Do u see what u do to me?"
She grabbed my right hand and placed it on your right breast and began to moan as if I had entered her. She started to move faster and harder as he began to grow even more, protruding through the Hudson jeans I was wearing. She then took my left hand and placed it between her thighs on top of her shorts. Taking my index finger with hers, rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. With her head still tilted back over her right shoulder, whispering, she moaned my name and kissed me on my neck.
After about 5 minutes, she began to tell me that she could cum like this. Then she, without warning, took that same left hand and placed it inside of her shorts, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. I began to put my finger inside of her. Feeling her vagina grip my finger as I slowly went in and out of her dripping-wet box. And then we kissed for the first time.
And contrary to what I thought it would be like, it felt so good. Almost as if it was right. Her tongue tasted so good to me, and her lips were so damn SOFT! She said to me, "Your lips are even softer than I imagined," I said, "Tell me again," as I kissed her lips again. And with our tongues still intertwined, she spun around so that she was now facing me. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks with my hands as she backed me up on the wall. Then, we began to get lost in each other, lost in the moment. I moved my hips so that she could feel me and how much I wanted her. Then she took the fingers that were inside of her and put them in her mouth. Then, right as I'm staring at her with my finger moving slowly in and out of her mouth, my phone rings. We, for a second, lose the moment but quickly pick it back up with me, taking off my T-shirt and unbuckling my belt. Then, as she began to unzip my pants, I started to step out of my shoes, and my phone vibrated. She reaches her hand into my boxer briefs, and with a face of disbelief and excitement, she leans to me, licks my neck up to my ear lobe, and whispers, "You check on that, then come meet me in the bedroom. As she turns to walk away, I stare at her ass and hips as they sway, leading the way to the bedroom. Then she closes the door. I grab my phone from my back pocket and notice that I've received a message that says, "If you are willing to try.... I am willing to try".
My mind races. I'm stuck with thoughts of doubt and excitement. I doubt that I may not be ready, and I am excited that she may be the one. I'm going back and forth about what I should write or say when I call and then hear a door open. At the door, there she was, standing, completely naked, with a magnum in her hand. I could tell from the smile slowly dropping on her face that she noticed that in that short moment of being away from each other, something had changed. She says, "It was that phone call, wasn't it?". Without a response, I continued to stare at her. We stare at each other for about 10 seconds without words. And in that moment of silence, I could see on her face that, in her mind, she was piecing together precisely who and what that phone call and text was about as she slowly reached her hand behind her door, grabbing a silk robe. She looked up at me while tying her robe around her waist. She said, "It's never too late to do right." I responded, "I know." And after another short moment of silence, other than the sounds of me zipping and buckling my pants and belt back, I said, "For what its worth, I'm sorry." Smiling she responds, "You don't have to apologize. Hell, I wish I were her."
I walk up to her, place both hands on her face, and kiss her lips one last time. And as I pulled back, we looked into each other's eyes, and both knew that would be the last kiss ever.
As soon as I got in the car, I began to call. Not knowing exactly what I would or wouldn't say, I called. And after one ring, she picked up and instantly said, "I know you're nervous... I am, too. But I like everything about you. And even though you have your doubts about commitment, I want it. I want you. And besides, doing right has to start somewhere, right?" Then I smile and respond, "You're right. Doing right does have to start somewhere."
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