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College Reunion
by Deidre Ng
deidreng@aol.com
I knock on your door, shaking. Why did I think you would want to see
me again, after so long? I never come to Denver, but I remember you had
moved here. I cancelled my seat on the red-eye before I phoned you. This
is crazy, but I can't let this chance pass by.
"Hi, its me, Deidre. I'm so glad you let me come over."
You open the door and let me in. Once the door is closed, I take both
your hands in mine and give them a squeeze. Holding your hands I stand
close and kiss you full on the lips. Maybe you're suprised that I kissed
you like that right away. Maybe you're suprised at how my kiss lingers on
your lips. Maybe you can feel your body waking up to the touch of our lips
together. You give a little sigh and squeeze my hands in return. Your
lips part. I trace them with the tip of my tongue. You must be
remembering what it was like for us. You must be imagining how it will
feel, when I do that to you between your legs. The warmth must be already
spreading through you. Its already spreading through me.
You realize that we are still standing at the door. Laughing, you
pull away and invite me in to sit for coffee. Your place is big and airy,
not like that place we shared. Holding my hand you lead me to the sofa.
You go to the kitchen to fix it and I follow you. I don't want to leave
you, now that I am here. You are filling a pot of water at the sink when I
come up behind you. I hug you from behind. At first my hands circle you,
holding you, letting you know how dear you are to me, even after so long.
Then they creep up your chest and I take your breasts in my hands. I knew
you wouldn't wear a bra for me, I was so excited when I came in and saw
your breasts swinging against the fabric of your blouse, nipples pushing
up against the thin cotton, dark aureoles showing through.
Looking at your breasts always thrilled me. I remember the first time
you undressed for me in our tiny Boston apartment, the sight of your
breasts bobbing free made my throat dry. I thought my heart would never
stop beating harder and harder, faster and faster. Your skin was so white,
your nipples so dark in the dusky half light. Now I hold them and can't
help but carress you through your blouse. My fingers seek out your
nipples, how wonderfully full and stiff they are. I pinch them, pull them,
twist them to make you moan and push your ass backwards into me.
Somehow you pull my hands away from your breasts and continue making
coffee. You bring it in to the living room on a tray that you set down on
the table in front of the sofa. We sit and talk, sip our coffee. My eyes
roam over you, taking in your attractive figure, your hair, your eyes, your
smile. Our fingers never stop touching, playing with each other.
We were sharing that place, two students trying to stretch their
pitiful bank accounts by sharing everything. For two years we went
nonstop. We each put in relentless effort, never looking up from our
studies, falling asleep exhausted every night. No vacation or social life
for either of us. Until one night when I looked up from my book, thinking
you had suddenly become very quiet and still. I looked up, thinking maybe
you didn't feel well. You were looking at me, and little tears were
gathering in your eyes and rolling away down your cheeks.
"Christine, what is it? Whats the matter?" I reached across our
little table where we ate and studied together, taking your fingers in my
hand. You started to cry and in between your sobs you told me why.
"I was reading and looked up to relieve my eyes and I thought to
myself that the eyedoctors say that to help your eyes after too much close
up work you have to focus on something far away. But there isn't anything
far away in this place, you can't even look out the window and see anything
except a brick wall. And I thought that I have a very small world right
now, all books and papers and study, and that of that whole small world it
suddenly struck me that you were the most beautiful thing there was and
then this feeling started to well up inside of me and I started crying and
I have to tell you... I have to tell you that I love you so much."
It was two steps from the table to the bed, and I remember taking you
across that great distance with my arm around your shoulders, feeling them
shake as you sobbed. In those two steps my own tears rose and overfilled
my eyes, my own feelings burst free. We sat there, arm in arm, crying. I
turned to hug you and my cheek pressed against yours. Our tears mingled
together, making a slippery contact spread across our cheeks. I tasted
salt at the corner of my mouth, I started to kiss your tears away, you
started to do the same for me. Our lips met as we chased each others
tears, and then they met again, and again, and would not stop. We kissed
as the tears dropped away. My hands moved shaking to the buttons on your
blouse. We each broke into a new round of tears as the buttons slipped
from the eyeholes. I think we cried through that whole first exploration
of each other, orgasms and all, until we dropped in an exhausted tangle on
the bed.
We put down the cups. Leaning forward our lips meet again, and this
time our tongues meet between them. Your hands drift up to touch my
breasts the way I was touching you before, cupping and stroking me. I can
feel them swell and grow warm and the sweat bloom in my armpits as you
touch me, I whimper as you pull at my nipples. We embrace and I feel a
great rush of emotion and passion as our breasts rub together. I'm holding
you close, passionately kissing you, and your tongue probes deeply into my
mouth. Its the first time again.
I want to touch you with nothing between us. I start unbuttoning your
blouse while you pull up at my tee shirt. Soon we are topless together on
the sofa, kissing, breasts rubbing together, running our hands over each
others bodies. We wet our nipples and rub them together, then let our
breasts interlock, one of yours between mine, one of mine between yours as
we kiss. I can feel your stiff nipple against my breastbone as our bodies
press together.
We take off our pants and let our clothes form a mingled pile on the
floor. I want you so badly now, I hardly know what to do first. You tell
me I'm your guest, please sit back and let you make me feel comfortable.
You tell me how you like my tawny skin as your hands carress me. Your
hands play with my long silky hair as you kiss my face. You're making me
so hot inside, I feel the wet between my pussylips, my muscles clenching.
I lie down and offer you my pussy. You stroke my thighs, teasing me.
Then you lower your head and gently begin to kiss me. Your lips slide
inwards, closer and closer to my hot, wet pussy. Your mouth hovers over it
and you breathe softly on my mound, the warm, gentle passage of your moist
breath over my delicate inflamed lips makes me moan in anticipation of more
direct stimulus.
"Please, Christine, lick my pussy, I want to feel your tongue on my
clit. I'm so hot for you. You're so beautiful. I love having your pretty
face between my legs. I want to push my pussy onto your face and get you
all wet with my juice. I want you licking it out of me. Please, please
lick me now. I need you tasting me."
You smile at me. Reaching over to the coffee table, you take pinch of
sugar from the bowl between your fingers. You rub your fingers together
over my clit, and the grains of sugar rain down on me in a little white
shower. Some fall in to the dark patch of my hair. Some scatter across
the smooth skin of my thighs and fall onto the sofa. But most land inside
the moist lips of my pussy. I let out a little squeal and gasp as they hit
me and dissolve into my juice.
"Making my sweet one even sweeter," you say. Then you bend down again
and begin to lick up the juice from my pussy. So slow, so delicate. You
know just what I want. You spread me wide open to tongue my clit. You
bring to the brink and then pull back, take me in your mouth again, until
the sweet slow circles of your tongue have me gasping for breath. You
start to pull away again, but I put one hand on your beautiful hair and
push you back into my pussy. I need you to lick and suck and tease me tilI
I come and my thighs grab your beautiful head as I thrash from the power of
my orgasm. Oh, yes oh dear oh just a little more oh thats just oh oh
As the weakness of post-orgasm lassitude falls heavily on me, I pull
you up to lie on me. We kiss and I can taste my juice on your lips and
tongue. We rest together for a while.
Now I want to taste you. You get up and let me slide down so that my
head is in the middle of the couch. Now you straddle me and lower your
pussy onto my face. I've waited so long for the chance to kiss you here.
You tease me again, holding your pussy inches away from me while you finger
yourself. Between the folds of your beautiful pussy lips your finger
teases your clit, wets it strokes it, circles it. You have such long,
elegant fingers. It takes my breath away to watch them slide beteen the
folds of your pussy, watch your cunt devour them, see them reappear covered
with your pearly juice. I so much want to do all those things to you with
my tongue. I content myself with telling you how wet you're making me
again, how the fragrance of your pussy is making me drunk with desire to
kiss you, how watching your finger move between your lips and bathe your
clit with juice is making me play with myself, my finger following yours,
every circle and stroke repeated between my legs.
I'm getting so hot watching you, pussy just out of reach, following
your every move, I know you must be close to coming, please let me suck on
you, take your clit tenderly into my mouth and flick it with my tongue so
sweetly. Let me send my tongue deep into your dripping pussy, licking the
juice from your tight walls. Your lips will spread over my cheeks and my
nose will rub against your clit.
Finally I convince you to let me suck your pussy and you lower
yourself those last few inches to my face. I'm in heaven as your wet lips
spread over mine and I find your throbbing pink bud with my tongue. Now
its my turn to tease you, and make you wait for release. I leave my finger
in place in my own pussy as I lick you and every little lick has its
counterpart between my own legs. You turn around so that you can watch me
finger my pussy as I suck yours, it gets you even more excited watching me
pleasure myself, feeling my tongue move in synchrony with my finger. I
feel your lips pulling tighter, I know your orgasm is building inside you.
My own orgasm is close as well and I'm sure its obvious to you how excited
I am. Your clit and mine share all the attention. You press yourself down
onto my face, the wiry hair of your mound pressed against my chin. Tongue
and finger circling, circling, yes you're coming please come on me I'm
coming too, yes please yes
Afterwards we lie together and our fingers drift across each others
skin in lazy patterns. We whisper and kiss and snuggle and doze. I'll
have to go soon, but not now.
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College Reunion
by Deidre Ng
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