Remembering

[Dano]

Sometimes, for no reason, you can go back and re-visit your sense perceptions. Generally it happens on impulse, you don't plan it, things just work out that way...

I was 17, and she was 16. We'd gone on a date or two, and were getting comfortable with each other. She'd kissed me unexptectedly at the end of the first date, and it had ended up lasting for about an hour. The second date had been an orgy of holding hands and arms around waists and another epic kiss at the end, in the middle of which she had introduced me to her tongue. Quite unlike what I expected, and not entirely unpleasant.

Third date. We're on the couch, watching a movie. Some heavy drama. I'm sitting mostly upright at the end, and she's laying down, using my leg for a pillow. I am amazed to this day that my pubescent body allowed me to go without an erection and just enjoy the movie and company.

The movie ended, and I shut off the TV. Her hand reaches up and takes mine, but she doesn't look up. She runs her fingers delicately along mine, tracing the lines of my hands, and going along the up-and-down ridges of my fingers.

Her hand is soft, and very warm. She'd had it tucked behind her, between her thigh and the back of the couch. She brings it to her mouth and kisses my palm. A shiver of cold heat rushes through me, and my other hand moves to her hair.

I start moving my hand over her face delicately, caressing her. The bridge of her nose, her cheeks, circling around her lips (only in later weekss would I realze the eroticism inherant in that). Following the track of her chin, I reached her neck and she sighed, arching backwards and looking up at me. Her eyes are slightly glassed over and her face is smiling. Not her mouth, exactly, but her face.

I move further down her neck, tracing the muscles. I reach the hollow of her throat and circle around. She takes in a sharp breath, closing her eyes and licking her lips. My heart is pumping hard, and her hand is now running slowly up and down my arm, from wrist to shoulder, getting me even more excited.

I get a little bold and move down to her collarbone. I find it slick with sweat, and just go back and forth, slowly, back and forth. She's wearing one of those flowy poet's shirts, open further down her chest. I've stopped thinking at this point, and I'm not even sure I'm breathing. I move further down her chest, her skin clammy and soft and warm, and it seems like she arches upwards, knowing where I'm going, wanting to help me along.

I use one finger only, and draw an invisible line along the topmost softness. Moving downwards btween them, the perspiration is more prevalent, and I feel them on either side of my finger. I reach the middle of her bra and stop, not knowing what to do. Looking back to her face, her eyes are closed, her mouth open, smiling.

I trace along the edge of the material, upwards towards her shoulder. Her hand moves down to my wrist suddenly, and shoves my entire hand over her breast, squeezing me so I know it's ok, then moves back to my upper arm.

It's not like I expected. It's soft and firm and warm and it's so hard to explain, but we all know what I'm talking about. Her nipple is hard, and I can feel it through the material.

I can't hide what I'm going through anymore, and I end up poking her in the head some. I look down at her in terror, but she just smiles up at me, and starts rubbing me with her head, a wicked smile on her face.

I've slipped my hand inside her bra now, and am squeezing, just an overload of sense perception, my mind isn't working like it should at all...

The kitchen light turns on. We freeze. I look up, too afraid to even move, get myself out of the situation. Unseen, I hear, "Dan, it's after midnight. I think it's time you took your friend home."

"Ok."

And so it goes...

[crazy a]

Damn.

[jones]

Good descriptive passages. Definitely a keeper. So did you continue things on the way home?

take care

---jones

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