“A connection?” I asked and she nodded, “That, unlike the other little fun experiences, that there was something passing between us at that moment. Something we shared?”
“I didn’t know what it meant, I didn’t think you felt it. I thought I was crazy,” she explained, new tears in her eyes now, less bitter. I felt them too, falling from my eyes.
“I saw your lips, so unique, and I used them to find you,” was all I could say.
“I try so hard to keep people away from me,” she said and it was like I was talking to myself, “I didn’t understand how you could get into my head when I never saw your face and you didn’t know who I was.”
“I don’t understand it either,” I said, “But it was the same for me. The fact that you could get through all of my defenses, it has to mean something.” I said. She smiled. Suddenly, the need for human contact, the need that I suppressed at all times with every fiber of my being, overcame the last of my fear and my resolve. I took two steps forward and wrapped my arms around Michele’s neck.
“Rose,” she breathed as I did so. Not to say anything of meaning, just to say my name. I felt her arms reach around my body just a few inches below my breasts. I felt her hands pull me in tightly. Our breasts were pressed together and I could feel the heat of her body against mine. I leaned back slightly, so that I was looking deeply into her doe-eyes.
“Michele,” I said back and she grinned with those beautiful lips and sparkling teeth. Then her face grew more solemn.
“How do you feel about the way my body looks Rose?” she asked. She knew the answer, but needed to hear me say it.
“It is beautiful, I wouldn’t dare change a thing,” I said and a shuddering breath ran through her body. She nodded sublimely, “And me? What about my body?” I asked, feeling just as she had. I had longed to hear what she was going to say next my entire life. I felt every disappointment lying heavily upon me. All those people from my past. Michele could cure me with just a few words.
“You are perfect. I love your body,” she said. I felt almost a decade of anxiety wash out of my body. It drained in a flood from my mind, dropped to my feet, and slipped into the floor. We were both still crying and giggling slightly as we held one another. I felt Michele’s nipples against my breast and I looked at her lips. Those beautiful lips that had let me to her. I closed my eyes and leaned towards her.
Michele’s neck craned forward to meet me. I felt my lips press into hers. They were just as soft and inviting as I’d remembered, though this felt more lovely that before. I tilted my head to the side and luxuriated in the pillowy embrace of her lips. For a while we just offered a passionate, but closed mouth kiss. I felt her arms squeeze me tighter and our breasts were now mashed together completely. Finally, I felt Michele’s mouth open slightly and I felt her hot tongue slide across my lips. I trembled at the feeling, but opened my mouth in response. Michele drug her tongue against my lips again, this time sliding between them and licking my desperate tongue. Her mouth tasted sweet and heady.
I opened my mouth wider now and licked her lower lip slightly. She giggled and then moved her tongue more deeply into my mouth. My tongue found hers. In the wide cavern we now shared as a single mouth her tongue played along my teeth and gums, rubbed my tongue, and tasted deeply of me. My tongue did the same, I explored the taste and feel of her mouth. I enjoyed the sandpapery feel of the top of her tongue and the way my own tongue slid slickly across her teeth. I grabbed hold of Michele’s tongue, sucking it with my mouth, pulling her into me and tasting her sweet saliva.
Even while I was kissing her my hands were moving. My left hand snaked down Michele’s back, feeling her spine and her soft skin. My right hand rose up, slipping until her thin neck and into her thick hair. Michele’s hands massaged all over my back, slowly and with intense concentration. As she rubbed my muscles, she pushed me farther and farther into her breasts.
But now I sensed a new sensations. Michele and I were holding one another so close that would legs were pressed flat together. Even as Michele began to suck on my tongue, I felt the blood rushing between my legs. I felt my cock rising up between our bodies and I didn’t feel ashamed of it. I loved her body and was glad that mine was reacting to her. More exciting still, I could feel her cock hardening. I could feel its bulbous, hard head pressing against my thigh.
I broke our kiss and looked at Michele. I pushed back a little, placing my hands on her shoulders. That put a little space between us and I looked down between our bodies. Our breasts were just a few inches apart and, down between us, my cock was crossed against hers. I could feel the velvety smooth skin of her cock against mine. I felt like my body was overheating. What had started as a sweet hug and a closed mouth kiss was getting stronger. I was no longer just relieved and gratified by Michele’s attention; I could feel the animal need to have her rising inside of me. And I didn’t feel bad or disgusting about it. I could see in her eyes that she wanted it as well.
“Do you want to come to my room?” she asked sweetly. I nodded. We broke our hug and Michele took my hand and started to lead me through the kitchen. I was a step behind her and I watched her firm young ass as we walked. I was completely checked out of all of my insecurities now, I was thinking solely of sex. And it felt liberating.
She pulled me into her bedroom and swung me around so that I landed back first against the wall. It was a small room, there was a bed in the middle. I am going to be honest, those details didn’t really matter to me at the time. Instead, I was focused as Michele walked up where I was standing against the wall and pressed her body up against me again. I could feel her cock throbbing against my hip and her breasts hot against my stomach. Her hands came up and grabbed my left breast. She lifted it slightly and then turned her eyes up so that she was staring up at me. She bit her lower lips.
“Suck on my nipples baby,” I said and she immediately dropped her head. I watched as my nipple disappeared into her mouth and gasped at the sensation. I’d never had this done to me before and it felt divine. Her skilled tongue swirled around my nipple while her hands massaged both of my breasts. My knees buckled against the wall, but Michele held me up against the wall.
She continued to suck while I ran my hands through her long, beautifully dark hair. I breathed deeply, arching my back into Michele’s face. My mind focused on her tongue scraping across my nipple and her cock, bobbing into my thigh. I reached forward now, underneath her working hands and found her breasts. I felt my hands sink into her flesh and even flipped my finger across her hard nipple. I’d never played with anyone else’s breasts before, she felt so soft and so pure.