IMPOSSIBLE LOVERS: Once Bitten

by Valen (valen_thyan@hotmail.com)


It had been a light-hearted evening.  My
parents had thrown a party for the office staff.
There had been laughter, song and drink to spare.
Most of the people from the party went back to their
own hotel rooms, but somehow it was decided that
she stay the night.

It was purely innocent after all; my own
parents were right on the other side of the partition.

We were eighteen, and considered adults
where we lived.  We were also both engaged--
though not to each other.  It had been over a year
since we'd gone our separate ways.  We moved on
and met new lovers, but even so, when our eyes
were locked for too long, my heart would start
pounding like it did when we first met.

It's difficult to admit you're flirting until
time sufficiently detaches you from the memory.

She was wearing a nightshirt and boxer
shorts, I wore just underwear.  We were playing a
sort of tug of war with the hotel's spare blanket.
Creating excuses to touch each other and trying to
contain our tipsy giggling.

In hushed tones we held a childish argument
over who would get to sleep on the cot and who
would get the floor.  A quick bout of rock-paper-
scissors left her on the floor.  She feigned taking
offence and insisted that I surrender my only pillow
as compensation.

We took care not to wake my parents as our
activity fell to wrestling over the pillow.  We both
knelt on the cot with the pillow between us.  Each
of us had a tight grip on the pillow and wouldn't let
go.  We were out of things to argue over and neither
of us wanted the game to end.

Time slowed down for me here as I looked
into her smiling green eyes.  Her cheeks were pink
with alcohol and adrenaline and she looked so
happy I felt like crying.  Her soft, pouty lips
glistened with the reflected light from a streetlamp
outside.

As my mind reeled to keep pace with my
aching heart, I eased my grip on the pillow.

She saw the opening and seized it, yanking
the pillow from my hands and hiding it behind her.
Realizing that I was about to lose the game, I
pounced forward to reclaim my prize.

The pillow was trapped beneath her back,
and she was trapped beneath me.

It was her turn for time to slow.  I could see
her breath catch for a second as she returned my
earlier gaze.  The connection was complete.

Her eyelids half-closed and her lips parted
as my mouth sank down to meet hers.  Her chin
tilted up and right to an angle that we'd practised for
so long in years past.

The first kiss that night triggered a flood of
memories for me.

She wriggled her tongue from side to side in
the way she always had and it was as if no time had
passed at all.  I cupped her face in my hands with
nostalgia, and our hips ground together with lust.

Her kiss was like no other.  It had a sensual
style all its own that sent my heart flying and got
my cock hard in seconds.  The only problem was
that because it got me so hot, I was always
compelled much too soon to abandon her mouth for
other, more sensitive areas.

In keeping with my tradition, my lips made
their way along her jaw line to her ear where they
paused briefly to allow my tongue to flit along the
lobe.  Still impatient, they travelled down her neck
to her collarbone.  My hands left her face to push up
her nightshirt, revealing her delicate breasts.

I drew my face back for a second to absorb
the glory of her tits.  From this angle they fell a bit
flat, but perfect nipples caught my eye.  They had a
soft pink hue to match her lips and minute crevasses
gave her areolas an inviting texture.

Lowering my hungry mouth to her sweet,
cool nipple I drew in a deep breath of her body
scent.  Though she wore no perfume, the way she
normally smelled reminded me of a particular brand
of lotion, but I can't recall which.  Whatever it was,
the scent had been the same since we'd met in junior
high.

The guilt that had been trying increasingly
to get my attention was washed away as I took
another breath of her intoxicating aroma.

I suckled gently on one nipple while my
hand tickled and stroked the underside of her other
breast.  After a short time they switched places and
she began stroking the back of my head.

She remained lying on the cot as I sat back
up on my heels.  I moved backwards a bit, pulling
her shorts down with both hands.  As they reached
her calves, she spread her knees and her pussy
opened before me.  Her inner lips were already wet
with anticipation.

I buried my nose in her crotch and the smell
of her sex sent a shiver down my spine.  I traced my
tongue along the edge of her pussy, through her
sparse hair and over a small anomaly that I hadn't
seen in a long time.  A small flap of skin dangled
from her pussy.   It wasn't particularly noticeable,
but it was unique.  It could have been torn when she
lost her virginity, but I've never asked.

Her thighs closed in around me, locking me
into her world.  I forgot about the hotel room, and
my parents, as I danced around her clit.  Somewhere
above she made little whimpering sounds of
pleasure.  I teased her little bud a bit longer before
moving down to the pool of cum building at the
base of her pussy.

I dipped my tongue and savoured her before
plunging it deep into her cunt.  The whimpers now
became soft grunts as she pushed back against my
face.  I wiggled my tongue from side to side in her
pussy as she had in my mouth and her pubic bone
cut into the bridge of my nose.

My arms were around her legs and my hands
were massaging her ass while I licked her cunt.  Her
orgasm had already begun building when she pulled
my head up from her crotch.

She was never keen on tasting herself on my
lips and in the old days, I had a habit of attacking
her throat after giving head.  I automatically began
kissing and licking her neck after leaving her
crotch.

"Easy," she whispered.

One word that almost snapped me back to
reality.  Though my mind was clouded with alcohol
and memories, her one word reminded some small
part of me that I shouldn't be kissing her at all, let
alone worry about leaving incriminating marks.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself
before gently nuzzling her neck and ear.  She slid
her hand down my belly and wrapped her cool
fingers around my cock.

I massaged her breasts a bit more while she
rubbed the head of my cock along her slit.  For a
moment I pretended that we'd never broken up-- and
even now we were in her bedroom making love.

My hips began thrusting forward of their
own accord in time with her strokes.  Soon my head
was popping in and out of her cunt on each pass.  I
carefully timed my next strong thrust and her grip
faltered, letting my penis slide into her wet pussy.

She gasped as I entered her and we kissed
hard, passion gripped us and she ignored the taste of
her own cum.

We began bucking against each other
furiously and I could feel her cervix tickle the tip of
my cock on each deep stroke.  She ran her hands
down my rippling back as I pumped harder and
faster.

We were both building toward a spectacular
simultaneous orgasm when I felt her fingers grip the
back of my neck tightly and she pulled my ear to her
mouth.

"No condom..." she had to force the words
out of her mouth.

My heart sank and my brow twisted as I
fought for control over my raging dick.  It wasn't as
if either of us would have minded having a child
together; we made a good genetic match.  The
problem was that we had both fallen in love with
other people.  A child between us would only work
if we left our respective lovers and became an item
once more, but neither of us was willing to give in.

I don't know if we were too stubborn, too
afraid, or the universe was just against us from the
start, but I managed to slowly withdraw my aching
penis from her warm cunt, safe save a drop or two
of precum.

We spent the rest of the night motionless
and silent, each with a leg pressed against the other's
crotch.  We eventually slept and dreamt of other
realities where our love had a chance.  We both
knew that this was the last time we'd be able to hold
each other, but it never felt complete.

In the morning, we made as if nothing had
happened between us the night before.  It was easy
to convince ourselves that beer got the better of us,
and our flirting got a little out of hand, but we still
loved our mates and were just friends.

Nothing had changed-- we were still
impossible lovers.

It had been over a year since we'd had any
meaningful relationship.

It would be over a year until we'd speak
again.

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