Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 15:46:35 -0800 (PST) From: builder618 <builder618@yahoo.com> Subject: Feverish Hello everyone. People under 18 please leave. If girl/girl stuff offends you, you're at the wrong site. The author retains all rights to and title to her submitted works. Any attempts to recopy or repost these words must have granted permission by the author. This story is fictional; any 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.