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Subject: 'Spare Keys' {Brother_Cadfael}
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Copyright 1997. Distribute freely, but change nothing.
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Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com
Synopsis: An ex-girlfriend lets herself in with a spare key and tries
to spark a dying flame.
-[ Spare Keys ]-
I awoke this morning to familiar lips.
My ex-girlfriend, Lorraine was in my bed next to me. Normally a light
sleeper, I would have risen from slumber the moment I felt a sheet
move. But my day had been impossible-- covering for two sick
subordinates and trying to maintain some semblance of coherence in the
office.
I should have been startled to see her, but my drowsiness allowed only
a brief smile in her direction before I turned back on my side and
slept.
I felt those lips again, gingerly kissing the back of my neck. And a
familiar hand on my chest, easing it's careful way downward.
Lorraine whispered into my ear, "You haven't changed a bit. You still
have a spare key hidden under the window sill."
I mumbled something, to the effect of "Let me sleep."
But her hand continued. Long fingers slid to my waist and wrapped
themselves around my hardening penis. The way she held it brought
back old images. Old smells. I was dreaming, I thought. My mind
returned, in its slumber, to the time when we were dating. It felt
current; as if time hadn't passed and I were re-living those two
years.
I felt warmth at my back. Lorraine pressed her naked body against me,
molding me to her fine shape.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice cracked and it threatened tears,
"Don't be cold to me..."
My eyes opened and I grabbed for my senses, before I spoke. I turned
to her, body still aching from a day that had pummeled me well. I
closed my eyes again when I faced her. I yawned.
"I'm not being cold to you," I assured her, "I'm just tired. Why
don't you go back to sleep, too? We'll have a good breakfast in the
morning-- okay?"
My groggy mind thought that seemed reasonable and returned me to
sleep.
But Lorraine was persistent.
"Don't refuse me," she said. "I need you tonight."
She said something else, but I fell fast asleep.
She awoke me later. It could have been minutes later, or hours.
Being in one of those odd states of sleep, I could not really recall.
I just remember that her hand had been replaced by her lips.
Instincts encouraged me to thrust. I did. She took them willingly.
Her fingers curled around the shaft of my penis, forming a ring that
she used to control the depth to which I entered her.
I was not in control of what I did. I was operating on auto-pilot,
retracing familiar curves in her body and moving in ways that I had
been able to move only with Lorraine. It was like riding a bicycle.
I put my hands on the back of her head. She whimpered a satisfaction;
showing appreciation that I acknowledged her presence. Like a nervous
puppy which was sure it would be disciplined, joyously realizing that
it was in no trouble and was welcomed.
She placed her hands, palm against my hips and pinned me to the bed.
My body impulsively attempted to thrust toward her, but could not. I
moaned dejectedly. I should have remembered her pattern. Always
taking me to the point of orgasm, and then stopping. She had rarely
encouraged me to ejaculate in her mouth.
She moved, on her knees, upward and helped my cock find the entrance
to her body. Her pussy was moist and she was very receptive tonight.
She lowered herself to my belly and began a repetitive motion that
threatened to push me to climax momentarily.
Lorraine raised her arms to her head, brushing her thick black hair
backwards with her fingers. Her body undulated without her arms to
steady her. I lifted my hips forcefully, penetrating her further.
She gasped and fell against my chest. Her arms lay paralell to her
body and her fingernails dug into my rib cage as we both fought
eagerly and deserately for our orgasms.
I wrapped my arms around her. My hands locked behind her back,
holding her tightly against me and restricting her movement. I
thrust, finally, and came. She wailed at the sensation of being
washed with my warmth inside of her. It soon subsided and she moved
from me to lay on her side, facing me.
We tentatively held each other around the waist. I was sorry to have
climaxed so soon. I could see, in her eyes, a want for release. I
should have given it to her. I should have been in less of a hurry.
Neither of us uttered a word for a long time.
She finally broke the silence, snuggling against me and saying, "I
hate you." Then she kissed my cheek.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I was a little too selfish and eager once you
pulled me out of my sleep."
"I'm hornier than I was when I snuck in," she said, "This was
pointless."
"We have all morning," I said. "We could try again."
She smiled at me. She squeezed me close and said, "Sounds fun... But
remember: I still hate you."
"I know," I said, "And just because... well... of this... doesn't mean
we're together or anything. Once was enough for us to know we aren't
good together."
"I suppose so..."
Silence again.
"Oh, keep that key. You never know when you might need it."
She smiled at me and we kissed again, drawing our spent bodies once
again into the uncontrolled eye of passion's storm. She came this
time.
-fin-
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