Archive-name: Samesex/awhile.txt
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Archive-title: Awhile

 
 ...I watched her walk across the room, her dark hair
brushing her shirt collar and her hazel eyes watching the other
women in her path.  She had a sort of animal grace and self-
confidence about her that had immediately attracted me the first
time we met (two weeks ago).  Thoughts of her thighs wrapped
around my head and my tongue gently teasing her had started to
keep me awake at night, and I was rather obsessed with wanting to
go to bed with her.  Obviously, I wasn't the only one with simi-
lar thoughts, judging from the way a few of the other women were
staring at her as she walked past.
 Finally she came back to our cozy little table for two, a
Miller Lite in each hand.  I sneaked a peek at her muscular
thighs bulging against her Levi's as she sat down across from me.
Our eyes met as she handed one of the beers to me and, of course,
I was the first to look away, afraid that she would see the
attraction I had for her.  We had been sort of "doing things"
together but not really going out on real dates and I still
couldn't tell if she was in any way romantically interested in me
or not.  Being the shy person I am, there was absolutely NO WAY
that I would have even thought about making a pass at her so I
was reduced to hoping she would make some moves on me.  So far
there had been zilcho.
 
 Sitting next to her in her car one night, I was mesmer-
ized by her feet.  Yes, it sounds silly, but she had a pair of
the most attractive feet I had ever seen and I was dying to touch
them.  We drove to a small beer joint to meet a couple of her
friends from the rugby team and after awhile I was feeling pretty
good.  Her friends went on to a party later, but we didn't really
feel like going.  Instead, we went over to her apartment and
watched "Die Hard" on her VCR.  I had seen the movie before so my
mind wasn't really on what was happening on screen.  My thoughts
kept wandering...one of the most persistent visions that I saw in
my mind's eye was the look in her eyes as she hesitantly bent her
head to kiss me.
 Reality intruded rather abruptly when the movie was over
and the lights were turned on.  Her hair was a little out of
place on one side from where she had been leaning against the
foot of the couch.  She looked so vulnerable and alluring that I
just stared at her, open-mouthed.  A quizzical look came over her
face as she stood up, holding her hand out to me to help me up
off the floor.  I was very embarrassed, just knowing that she had
seen the naked desire in my eyes and had rejected me for anything
other than friendship.  I put my hand in hers and allowed her to
pull me up; her touch was electrifying.  My breath caught in my
throat and my face was flushed (thank God the room was lit poor-
ly!)  We exchanged some light discussion about the movie, her
friends, her dog and my cat, and various other dull and mundane
things.
 After we had finished our open beers, she asked me if I
would like to take a walk out at the park.  "Sure!" I replied,
only too eager to get out of the close confines of her living
room where her presence filled it and threatened to overwhelm me
with pure animal lust.  She and I put our sandals on and went
outside...
 The moon was about three quarters full and gave us enough
light to see where we were walking, but not enough to clearly see
the expressions on each other's faces.  We didn't speak; we were
content to walk in silence and enjoy the warm night air and
shadowy trees.  Soon we came to a bridge over the pond and we
stopped to look at the water.  "It sure is nice out here," she
said in her throaty, sensuous voice.
 "Yeah, it is," I agreed.  Silence descended upon us once
more.  I noticed that she was gripping the railing pretty hard
and staring down at the water.  I leaned up next to her and
breathed in her wonderful musky cologne.  I could hear her breath
coming in sighs like she was nervous about something and I had
almost gotten the nerve up to ask her what was wrong when she
asked, "So...  How would you feel if I were to ask you out?"
        I was completely dumbfounded.  If she was hinting at what
I thought she was..."You mean like on a date or something?"
sometimes my extreme wit and intelligence astounds me.
 "Well, I mean like...well, what I'm trying to say is..."
she let out a heavy sigh and continued, "I find you attractive,
and I was wondering if maybe you felt the same way."
 I looked at her and waited a moment for emphasis (and
also to clear my head) and replied,
 "I would love to go out with you.  I find you very at-
tractive too."  She looked into my eyes searchingly, hesitated,
and asked, "May I kiss you?"
 "Yes..." was my reply as I tilted my face up, my eyes
never leaving hers.  Slowly she moved closer until we were inches
apart.  My heart was pounding and my breath was shallow from the
excitement she was causing in me.  Her lips touched mine, and
they were warm, vibrant, and skilled.  As we kissed, her hand
went to the back of my neck and stroked it lightly, giving me
goosebumps and chills running up my spine.  As we continued to
kiss, we pressed our bodies together and put our arms around each
other.  I could feel myself becoming aroused, almost to the point
of no turning back.  With a large amount of effort and discipline
I withdrew from our kiss and gently pushed her a little away from
me.
 "What's wrong?" she asked.
 "Nothing," I replied, "I'm just about to the point where
I don't want things to end.  That's all."
 "Oh," she smiled knowingly and happily, pleased with her
abilities to get such a strong response out of me with just one
kiss, "Wanna go back to the house?"
 "Sure," I was on cloud nine!  I couldn't believe that she
felt the same about me as I felt about her!  All the way back to
the house we talked about safe, trivial things and all the while
I could not get the feel of her warm lips on mine out of my head.
 
 We sat on the couch together and listened to some music.
She had one arm around my shoulders and her free hand was in
mine.  Not a word was spoken; we merely reveled in the feel of
our hands stroking the other's fingers and palms.  She turned to
me and started kissing my forehead and cheeks.  I turned my head
slowly until our lips met and we kissed long and deep for a very
long time.  Her breath came faster and faster in matching cadence
with mine, and our hands explored each other's bodies.  She was
just as hard and muscular as she looked as I soon found out.  I
was excited by the feel of her shoulders, back, arms, and legs as
well as by the actions of her hands stroking, caressing, and
massaging me all over.  The old familiar ache in my crotch was
going strong and I was having trouble keeping my knees held close
together.  My hand went to the back of her neck and with a sharp-
ly intaken breath she convulsed in a chill that ran all the way
up her back.  My neck was starting to get a little stiff from
turning my face to her so I alleviated the problem by climbing up
onto her lap, facing her.  Our lips didn't lose contact for a
second in the process.  My thighs straddling her lap gave her
great access to my body and with an appreciative "Mmmmmmmm!" she
took full advantage of the situation.  She touched me everywhere;
my shoulders, my chest, my tits, my thighs, my back, my ass, my
face, my neck, and anything else she could reach.  Of course I
was returning the attentions in a likewise fashion...  Soon we
were both breathing hot and heavy, and I was squirming around on
her lap.  The ache in my crotch was now nearly unbearable and I
had to rub up against her waist to relieve some of the discom-
fort.  She brushed against one of my hardened nipples with her
thumb, causing me to thrust my pelvis against her involuntarily
as a small moan escaped my throat.  "You know that if we don't
stop now, we'll end up in my bedroom," she said against my shoul-
der.
        "It's too late for that," I replied.
 "Oh yeah?" she slowly reached down my stomach to end up
between my legs.  I bucked up against her and threw back my head
from the force of the wave of excitement that washed over me from
her touch.   "Let's go," and with that she took me by the hand and
pulled me to her bedroom.
 Once inside with the door shut and quiet music playing in
the background, we undressed each other, careful to tantalize
whatever flesh we could come in contact with in the process.  She
sat me down on her bed and pushed me back slowly, kissing me and
pressing her body next to mine.  I spread my legs and she lay
down on top of me between my thighs, our pubic bones pressed
together.  Still kissing, we stroked each other and started
thrusting our hips at each other.  I struggled to match her
rhythm as I started to lose control of my coordination, but it
was a losing battle.  Soon I had to rely on her to keep up the
good work as all I could do was drown in the sensations rising
from my clitoris to my vagina to my belly and up.  I ran my hands
up and down her back to her ass and around to her upper thighs.
Quiet moans escaped her with every breath and I found myself
answering those moans with groans of my own.  We could not kiss;
we were concentrated on the feelings of our bodies straining
against one another, feeling the heat from between our legs
encompass us, and the sweat pouring off of us.  Her weight felt
good on me and I was sorry when she lifted herself off and moved
down, kissing my body passionately all over.  But, I wasn't sorry
for long when she reached the hottest spot of all.  Her tongue
touched my clitoris and I let out an involuntary moan.  It felt
so hot and wet and good and she moved it to make it feel even
more hot and wet and good until I could no longer think in com-
plete sentences and my back arched up and my entire crotch was so
wet I could feel it dripping down to my ass and my leg muscles
clenched and unclenched with the pleasure and I tried to be quiet
because her roommate was home but I just couldn't hold back the
moans and I tried to bite back the screams so that they came out
quietly and it felt so hot and wet and her tongue was so hot and
wet and it made me jerk and press up against her tongue that was
so hot and wet and good and I could hardly breath I was panting
so hard and I couldn't hear the music over my moaning and I could
feel the vibrations through her tongue that was so hot and wet
from her own moans that came out with her every breath and I
could feel her pelvis grinding rhythmically into the bed as she
became excited by my moans and panting and wetness and my taste
as her tongue moved so hot and wet and good and then it was so
hot and wet and good that I couldn't stand it and still she went
on and on until I exploded from my clitoris outward and I
screamed even though I tried to hold it back I just couldn't and
I pushed up hard against her tongue and she worked it until she
could get no more response from me than that from a rag doll.
 Totally spent, I almost passed out right there.  She
wiped her face on my inner thighs and pulled herself up to col-
lapse on top of me.  Her weight was comforting to me, and her
soft kisses on my face and neck were so tender and gentle that I
struggled to return them.  "Shhhh," she stroked my shoulder,
"Just relax," and I dozed off in her arms as she stroked my now
lifeless body and smoothed my hair.  The last thing I remember is
drinking some water that she held to my lips before falling
asleep next to her, only to wake up a very satisfied Kitten in
the morning.
 
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