(don't even ask--i am way too lazy to count them all)
let's just get started on this, shall we?
we'll see if i can churn something out that's worth reading...
(oh and if you listened to that wretched audio post, i was lying: i haven't pre-meditated this post any more than i ever have...in other words not at all. but i was going to. does that count?)
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i lie in bed.
not exactly tossing and turning...
but definitely not sleeping.
restless.
my mind racing--my heart racing.
i try not to think of you.
but this effort is keeping me awake.
so i rationalize--just for a moment, i'll think of him.
so i do...
i think of your skin, and how it warms to my touch.
i think of your eyes--the way they look when i make you laugh.
i think of your ears, how they taste when i nibble them.
i think of your hands, how they know my body better than i do.
i think of your hip bones--and how they feel when i grab them and pull you hard into me.
i think of your back, so strong and straight.
i think of your teeth...how they feel on my neck.
and i slide one hand down...down...
i stop thinking in words.
i stop thinking in thoughts.
but i feel you all around me, i taste you, i hear your breath.
i let out a sigh as my head tips back.
you.
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(yikes, this one turned out rather lengthily...but i think y'all will like it...)
he was fighting back tears--or the contents of his stomach, feeling like a miserable failure.
then he heard something rather musical...
to his ears at least.
the sound of her engine refusing to turn over.
his heart quickened again.
he turned around.
she was stepping out of the jeep with a frustrated look on her face.
he offered her some help--for the second time since the dance class ended that evening.
she thanked him and said she would just call someone for a ride...
then realized she had left her cell phone at home.
she glanced around for a pay phone...none.
so he offered her a ride, tentatively.
she thanked him for his kindness but asked if he was sure.
he was, so they headed for the bike.
when she saw it she stopped, touched his arm and turned to him.
is that your ride?
her eyes sparkled.
he couldn't help but smile back.
yeah...
they slid on and the rumble of the engine disrupted the night.
she wrapped around him, before she even needed to, and he was afraid he'd forget how to drive.
she shouted directions into his ear as the wind whipped around them, and he smiled at her address.
on the far side of town.
she buried her face in his neck and his grip tightened unexpectedly on the throttle, giving them a bit of a lurch.
her arms around his waist, one hand resting slightly higher, near his pierced nipple.
he could feel the muscles in her long, lean legs as she held on with her whole body when he took corners.
when he reached her house she whispered, keep going.
so he did.
they drove all night, up the coast, meeting the sun on its way back around.
she had finally had enough and she sighed this into his ear.
he stopped the bike and she sat holding him for a long silent minute.
his heart had regained its proper rhythm somewhere in the night, but now it started its dance again.
her finger was idly tracing the outline of his six pack.
she stretched, then slid around him, on the bike.
face to face.
she kissed him once, softly, without a word.
his fingers involuntarily constricted, pressing into her back.
she asked him how old he was.
eighteen, he lied. (next month...)
she tilted her head--
twenty-six.
so instead of names, they had exchanged ages.
he could dig it.
she ran the back of her hand along his cheek, feeling the stubble.
one thumb trailed his lip and he thought he might die if he didn't touch her--or if he did.
she slid her hands under his shirt, then pulled him close for another kiss.
he had been with pretty girls before, but...
this was not a girl.
this was a woman.
he was frozen in indecision.
she took one of his hands and placed it on her thigh, under her long skirt.
she began to kiss his neck while she worked on his pants.
when they were open she leaned back just a little to smile at him before sliding into place.
i hope you weren't saving this for prom night, she whispered.
he stood, holding her in place and laid them on a soft patch of grass.
she looked up at him waiting for a reply.
no. definitely not.
the sight of her, with her hair spilled out around her under the rising sun was almost enough in itself, so he thought persistently of his calculus class and the hag who taught it.
he moved slowly over her, while her hands explored every inch of him.
he was afraid to touch her, but she took his hand and guided him.
he bent low, burying his face in her neck, smelling her hair as he grabbed handfuls of it.
he let out a small sound--a whimper? a moan?
she tilted her hips into him and held him closer as they rocked.
she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and said, almost harshly, harder.
and he obeyed.
as they lay in a sweaty, panting heap in the shadow of the motorcycle, she looked at him.
you're beautiful, she whispered.
and he felt robbed--left speechless because she had stolen his words.
you...
you are...
she saw in his face all the words he dismissed for their inadequecies.
and she knew.
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