She has no idea how much I want her. Every moment of happiness I have with her is a guilty pleasure, stolen…she doesn’t know what her touch does to me. She told me “I love you” the other night, and it took my breath away…although of course she didn’t mean it as anything but friendship.
I curled up in Stacey’s bed, breathing in the scent of her skin. She lay next to me, her body a warm line against mine. Her leg rested on top of my thigh, her hand clasped my arm to her stomach. After a long, hard soccer practice, she had taken painkillers and fallen asleep with my arm around her. Trying not to awaken her, I slowly slid my hand down…stroking her leg gently, I kissed her cheek. She stirred and muttered, turning her head toward me. I was unable to resist and laid a gentle kiss on her lips. She responded without opening her eyes, moving her arm to clasp my body to hers. I moved away, resting my hand on her stomach as her eyes opened. Realization and recognition of what had happened flashed into her eyes, and she blushed bright red. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I didn’t mean to…I just couldn’t help it.” She looked at me for a moment longer, then pulled my head back down for a more thorough kiss. Her tongue caressed my lips gently, hands stroking my back as I slid on top of her. She opened my mouth with her tongue and gently licked the inside of my mouth, coating it with her taste. Her hips raised off the bed slightly, pressing her crotch to my leg. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs and slid my hand slowly into her shorts, rubbing my fingers firmly over her until she gasped. She bit at my lips, legs spreading slightly as I continued caressing her…I kissed her neck, then moved down to her shoulder, slowly raising her shirt. She raised her arms and I pulled the shirt off, then worked one breast out of her bra. Licking the tip, I breathed on it gently until it was hard and she writhed under me. She reached under my shirt more slowly than I’d gone under hers — after all, this was her first time ever doing something like this. I felt her fingers fumbling slightly, then she caught my nipple and squeezed gently, rubbing my breast with the palm of her hand. I moaned in turn, grinding my leg into her crotch until she panted, sliding one finger into her clenching pussy…
***to be continued***