Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 04:22:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Alicia --------------------------------------------------------------- Alicia-1 --------------------------------------------------------------- Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. Oooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttt. Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. Oooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttt. Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. Oooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttt. Slowly, I became aware of her gentle hand on my hip. She slowly caressed the curves of my waist. That's how she always managed to wake me in the middle of the night. Caressing my hips, my waist and my back. All of which are primary erogenous zones for me. You get them going, I might let you get to the others. Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. Oooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttt. Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. My breathing continued unabated since I still wasn't sure what was happening. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear it was a dream. I nice dream. Soft, gentle fingers caressing my flesh. The hand following my curves. I always loved when people noticed my curves. My body was always more boyish than others, especially Karen's. I've never had, as people liked to say in school, "big boobs". However, as Karen liked to remind me, it's not the size and the shape of the tool, it's what you do with it. Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. Oooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttt. Hand up my back to just below my shoulder blades and around my ribs cage to my breasts. Mmmmmm. Light fingers caressing my hard nipples. Most times, they'll top my breasts like dark pink chocolate kisses. When I'm excited, they're diamonds. Hard stones drawing in electricity from my flesh like lightning rods. I smiled. There was definitely a storm brewing. Iiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn. Oooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttt. Kisses on the back of my neck. I've moved around enough to betray myself. Karen knows I'm not completely asleep, though I'm still very groggy. That's how she likes me. How she likes taking me. I smiled, again. Who was I to argue? Iiiiinnnn. Ouuuutttt. Iiiiinnnn. Ouuuutttt. The electricity from my breasts was matched by the heat coming from my sex. As I shifted around, I felt everything. I felt the friction of my legs. The pressure of the muscles as moved under Karen's touch. The primal need to strip naked and satisfy my most primal desires. Normally, I'd take care of the urge myself, but here I was, Alicia Tanner, with the most beautiful woman I'd ever known behind me in bed trying to stoke those fires. I didn't want to seem unappreciative. Finally, I reached to take Karen's hand. I kissed her palm softly. Fingertips that roused me from sleep. The cushion of her palm that massaged my back muscles and reminded me I was alive. I took that hand and urged it, guided it. demanded it down my torso to the waist of the boxer shorts I'd worn to bed. Past the elastic border, her hand landed directly between my legs. Her soft flesh against my soft flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhh." Her free hand turned my head toward her as she moved to kiss me on the mouth. I was more than willing and exceptionally eager. Her wet lips touched my like fires meeting in a forest. Hot. Raging. Jesus, why'd I have to be such a slut when it came to her? Playing a little hard to get is always part of the game for any girl. See just how far they're willing to go to get to you. See what they're willing to do to make you lose control. Make them work to get into your pants. But Karen always did this. As soon as her fingers touched my pussy, I was her wanton slut. and I enjoyed it. So did she. She opened her mouth wide to feed me her amazing tongue. I wanted more. I sucked like it was my lifeline. My food. My essence. Meanwhile, her fingers stroked in parallel along the lips of my sex. They were puffy and engorged. She wanted me hot. Steaming. I asked her once why she did that and she likened it to something we both did when we slept with guys. "You know how when they're ready and aching to fuck and you lay them down and their cock is just sitting there for the taking? You straddle them and just lightly rub yourself against the shaft. Up and down. Up and down. They're not inside of you yet, but you feel the heat from them. Before you know it, you've opened up and you've gotten them all wet and you're so hot that you don't' care what happens, you just need them inside of you. That's why I do it. That look. That need." I shifted to my back so she could touch me better and I could kiss her easier. The look on her face was amazing. A woman possessed by sex. By desire. Desire for me. Her nightgown clung to her body to accentuate every curve and ridge. "W-w-would," I stammered, "would you please lick my nipples, Karen?" She smiled. I knew she wanted to anyway. Her hands were all over my breasts and she lightly squeezed my nipples, but she loved for me to ask for sex. She loved to be asked for nipple sucking and occasionally oral sex. Usually, once those happened, she was hot enough to just go with it. But she always seemed a little more eager to do it well when she was specifically asked. Like, "Out of all the people in the world, you asked me to please you by sucking on your breasts and licking your pussy? I'll try to make sure you're not sorry." I try not to say it, but by then, I'm so horny that I'm tempted to say, "Yeah, well, you're here -- and you're naked. I thought it'd be rude to bring in outside help." Karen pulled off my t-shirt and immediately went for my nipples. Because of my size, I shifted to my side so she could get better access. It was one of the times I envied girls like Karen with her big breasts. Being able to lay back and have someone suck your breasts without feeling like they have to do gymnastics. But, on my side, Karen could just dive right in. Slowly around the outside, licking the border, working in to lathe the turgid flesh with her tongue. My hands went around her head to hold her close. Her other hand still caressed my sex. Slowly. Deliberately. Lips, hot and wet. Wanting, needing. Hungry. "Karen," I whispered. She slowed and looked into my eyes. She knew. It was time. We separated and quickly undressed. I pulled off the shorts. She pulled up the nightgown and revealed those breasts of which I'm always envious and for which I'm always lusting. Just as quickly, we got back into the same position we'd been in, but this time, it was so much different. Her fingers slid into my pussy. not just playing at my lips. My lips sucked her hand in and screamed for joy. Karen's lips sucked in my nipples and brought that passion to my lips. My moan was strong. It was forceful. It was passion unleashed. With one hand, I continued to pull Karen to my breast like a starving child. With the other, I cupped one of her breasts and stroked her hard nipple. Hard and excited. I pulled it up (you can do that with big breasts - bigger than mine, anyway) to my free breast (the one with no passionate woman attached). Oh, the feeling. Flashing to other times. Other mornings. Karen on top of me. Breasts mashed together as we thrust as scream like wild animals. Heat. Softness. Wet. Hot. Before I know it, she's on top of me. My legs wrapped around her hourglass figure and her sex fused with mine. "God, Lish, your clit. Fuck, I love your clit." While I was envious of Karen's breasts, she was jealous of my clitoris and loved to grind her pussy against mine. While, I suckled on the breasts I loved so dearly, she said she could feel my clit against her. Like a white-hot cock touching her exactly where she. In one of her more poetic moments, she called it "the piercing eye of God looking onto Paradise." Any wonder why I let her just take me? So, we thrust and scream and pant like two lionesses engaged in battle. Manes of hair fly to and fro as our heads thrash from side-to-side. Coos turned to moans turned to grunts turned to profane praise of the being who thought of sex and brought us together to share it. Pussy to pussy. Tit to tit. Lip to lip. It all melted away. It all melted to a pool of flesh and light. Heat in a vortex tearing up the countryside. Just the eyes. All I can see are the eyes. Her eyes peering into mine. Seeing me vulnerable. Knowing my weaknesses. Allowing her to make me weak. Her eyes knowing my powers. Knowing this church-going gal's likes and fetishes. Knowing her fears and her wants. Two eyes knowing each other... and grateful for it. --------------------------------------------------------------- Comments are welcome, encouraged and appreciated at msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com. ---------------------------------------------------------------