Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 15:46:35 -0800 (PST)
From: builder618 <builder618@yahoo.com>
Subject: Feverish

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resemblance to people/places/things/events is totally by mistake.  This has
been bouncing around my head for the past couple days and is open for
eventual expansion.  I hope you like it.  Feedback would be appreciated,
whether positive or negative.  Email me at builder618@yahoo.com.  Enjoy!

	The day seemed never ending as thoughts of her raced through my
head, causing my concentration to snap and body to overheat.  As I walked
out of the garage, giving up (for now), my attempt to finish restoring my
1955 hardtop Ford Thunderbird convertible, I still can't focus.  As I walk
into the house, it seems even quieter and larger without your voice
bouncing off the walls and filling up the rooms.  A huge sigh racks my
body.  Loneliness sets in, making my heart ache as I realize how far away
she is from me and my arms.  It's enough to bring a woman to her knees!

	Waxing maudlin would get me nowhere.  Flipping the switch on my
laptop, I eagerly signed on to see if you were there.  Where there was, I
had no idea.  All I knew was that I needed to see her, even if it was an
irritatingly happy smiley face, one I had seen thousands of times before.
As my ears ineffectually strained for the sound of your voice (ridiculous I
know), my eyes scanned the screen in front of me for some kind of
communication from you.  My search for a hint of you, a chance to bathe in
the glow you exuded, even if it was due to liquid crystal technology, was
in vain.  We had missed each other again.  Frustrated, I raked my fingers
through my newly cut short hair; a souvenir from a bet lost in fun.  As I
began to get used to her absence and although my body ached for her touch,
I realize, all hope is not lost.  But, I have to content myself with the
short message you left for my fevered mind, "Muah!" and an emoticon of :-*.
Leaving a message of my own saying "Te amo baby" because you were offline
and no where near me, was hell on my body and my mind.

	People may think I've totally lost it and a few weeks ago if I
wrote this, I would have committed myself into the nearest blah-appearing,
white-walled, and padded cell having facility.  This was not me.  I never
let my feelings through.  This softness was new and I probed my feelings
like a sore tooth.  At first I thought it was a hallucination, brought on
by my sex-starved body.  Then I realized, letting out my feelings did not
make me soft, it didn't make me any less of the sexy, intelligent,
wise-cracking jock that I was.  Instead it gave me newfound confidence,
like I didn't have to hide myself and be the "strong one," the "dumb jock,"
or the "good lay."

	Who knows?  Maybe I'm losing what I thought was me and am emerging
a new, stronger person.  It was her absence that made me realize what I was
and what I wanted to be.  I resigned myself to a lonely and frustrating
night, unable to unleash the beast raging inside me and have to instead,
fetter the animal inside me with invisible and crystalline chains.  I fell
into an unruly sleep, unable to get comfortable enough to even doze because
she wasn't there to snuggle into me as though I was a living body pillow.
Eventually I allowed myself to relax enough to finally nod off.

	I feel your hands glide over my body, leaving a feverish
anticipation of what was to come in their wake.  Your hands leave my skin
feeling electrically charged; each touch brings pleasure and a hint of
things to come.  Your lips ghost over mine and the feeling of your tongue
caressing mine is fleeting, leaving me silently begging for more.  You nip
down my neck, making sure to leave your mark for everyone to see.  As you
make your way down, I can feel my nipples erecting in pure delight and
anticipation of your touch.  They aren't disappointed, as they contract
upon feeling the touch of your tongue.  You lick first one nipple and then
the other, varying between swipes and flicks of your tongue before finally
engulfing one in your mouth and then switch to the other.  You suck and
tease my nipples and the tender flesh around them, biting and pinching
gently on each area.  You go from hard to soft, nips to licks, leaving me
trapped at the center of a web of feeling as each sensation leads to
another and another and another before finally continuing your journey
downwards.  A moan involuntarily escapes from me as I feel your tongue
leaving my breasts.

	I feel abandoned until pleasure erupts as you trace my defined abs,
as they clench in anticipation, making them stand out from my abdomen.  I
exhale with a "WHOOSH" once I feel your fingers make contact with my pussy.
You groan in delight at the wetness you find, before working your fingers
into my tight channel, filling it with two of your tensile digits before
dragging your tongue up and down my slit, tasting me for the first time
that night.  You begin a slow, teasing rhythm, making my body quake as a
mini orgasm rushes through me.  Your tongue flirts with my clit, making me
arch and beg, dying for more contact.  Taking pity on me, you suck my clit
into your mouth as my body shakes and moans flow from my open mouth.

	Still keeping to the slow, seductive pace set by your fingers, this
time kissing your way up my body.  As you settle on me, I feel your weight,
neither oppressive nor too much.  It's just right, just as Goldilocks found
the baby bear's porridge.  There is nothing spectral about your kiss this
time.  It's soft and sweet and full of promise.  I taste myself on your
lips, then am immediately lost as your tongue joins mine in a dance as old
as time.  We explore each other's mouths; trying to gain dominion over the
other and failing pleasurably as I wrap my legs around your waist as though
you were about to leave.  Your fingers speed up as you add a third and
massage my clit with your thumb.  I can't take the feelings you're
generating in me and as my legs tighten around your waist; my body explodes
around your fingers, clasping them tight.  I rip my lips from yours as I
shout "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH B....BBBB....BABY!" before you capture my lips with
yours again, putting all your love into that one kiss that I wish could go
on forever.

	With a start, I wake up tangled in my sheets, a cold sweat breaking
out on my forehead as I realize it was just a dream, a creation of my
overactive subconscious.  She was still miles away from me.  The memory of
that dream, of feeling her mouth and fingers and tongue and body on mine
makes me ache even more.  I can't wait for her to come back and for the
dream to become a wonderful reality.  Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I jump
into the shower, the cold water abruptly jolting me into the realm of
complete wakefulness.  I hurriedly dress in jeans that showcase my bubble
butt and a red Ralph Lauren polo over a long-sleeved white shirt,
accentuating my D-cup breasts.  I finish the outfit with a red
baseball-style hat and white Superstar Adidas.  Resigning myself to a day
filled with classes, I walk out into the kitchen of the house I share with
Toni, my straight best friend.  She gives me a knowing look, before opening
her arms and hugging me.

	"I know how you must feel.  I take it was a good dream, huh?" a
smile lingering around her lips.

	My full lips spread into an unconscious smile and I laugh at the
state you've reduced me to.

	"C'mon, Alex will be home soon and then you'll both get even less
sleep then you two are now.  Take it from someone who knows and imagine
she'll be waiting for you later after she drops her stuff off at her dorm.
It'll help you get through the day."

	We made our way through the campus spring hasn't wholly given up to
summer, hurrying to our first class of the day, Creative Writing, a class
that requires my full attention and was instrumental in our first meeting.
The class's Warden snaps me out of my meanderings and, for the moment, gets
my feverish mind off of my dream, leaving me in a suspended state of sexual
frustration.  As I count the minutes until I can finally hold you in my
arms and do to you what my mind imagined you doing to me, I feel a smile
spreading across my face, just as my cell vibrates, signaling a text
message.  Surreptitiously looking at my phone, the Warden's forgotten as I
read your latest missive, "I'll be home soon, can't wait to hold you.  Te
amo Lex."  I reply back with one sure to make you hurry, simply replying
"Te quiero baby."



Thanks for reading.  Sorry its so short, but it is open for possible
expansion.  Anyway, I hope you liked it, please let me know, all comments
are appreciated.