After hanging my clothes and putting my shoes on her shoe rack, she stored my suitcase in the back of her closet. When she came out, I saw her robe had fallen open. The curves of her breasts, her smooth stomach, and her bare mons filled me with an unfamiliar longing, and I had to look away.We'd spent plenty of time together throughout the years in various states of undress. We'd done everything from trying on clothes together in stores, to putting on our bathing suits together in her room, to doing each other's toenails in nothing but towels. I knew what she looked like from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. And even though she was the same person, I saw her differently. We'd kissed with my blood on our lips. I'd tasted her.The air moved against my face when she drew closer, pushing her sweet scent along with it. She was almost as tall as John, I thought, the same moment she put her arms around me and drew my face against her chest. My hands slipped inside her robe and r
At the foot of the bed, she kissed me, but only once, before walking into the closet. "I have a robe that shrunk after I washed it. I got it for free with some make-up I bought one time. It's too small for me now, but I'll bet it fits you." When she came back, she was holding another white robe and helped me put it on.I caught our reflection in her dresser mirror. "We look like X-Art models."Standing behind me, I could see her sad smile over my shoulder in the mirror. Her expression shifting between affection and fear as we stood there staring at each other."What?" I asked."The two worst things in life are not getting what you want, and getting what you want."I turned to face her. "You asked for this," I said, unable to stop looking at her mouth. They were such full lips, but the delicate curves along the top made them seem sleek as well."Yes, but I'd like you to want me, too, even a little bit."I was close enough to feel her breath. "I do want you," I whispered. "Damn me, but
"Sweetie, if you've found the man you wrote about in your journal, you'll have to fight me for him," she said with a laugh, wiping the tears from her eyes."He's real," I said, because I knew in my heart he was."And so am I, and I'm getting real hungry. Want to share some fruit with me?""Sure," I sighed. "Do you have any cottage cheese?"Getting up, she started pulling out a few things from the fridge while I grabbed a couple of plates and spoons. We put some cut fruit, cheese, and French bread on plates and sat at the table, eating together like it was a normal day. Except we were naked under our robes, and I was struggling with the change in our relationship. She was the same old Jules, but everything else was different. We'd kissed like lovers and talked like old friends. It hurt my head to think about what I was feeling for her. I was still angry at her for what she'd done to me, still wounded by her ultimatum, and yet I wanted nothing more than to be exactly where I was."I did
"There's a reason they say love is blind.""You need to meet him," I said. "I bet you'd fall in love with him.""Sorry, but I've only got room for one in my heart," she replied, then kissed my forehead.I had to hold my breath to keep from crying. "One week. Oh, God, how can you make me choose?"I turned around in her arms and kissed her then. Holding me close, she whispered, "We don't have to do anything."She seemed as scared as I was. "But I want to."We sat kissing on the couch for a long time. There was no sense of urgency, except for our growing arousal. Compared to John's, her skin was so soft. He'd often had a growing beard that I loved to feel against my cheek and thighs, but I found her smooth skin just as thrilling in its own way.She kept her lips soft and relaxed, where John's were firmer. And when I kissed her, her lips reminded me of eating a ripe peach, the flesh so soft and wet it seemed to melt in my mouth.My hands moved slowly, slipping inside the soft robes to fin
The hunger I felt for her couldn't stop my mind from comparing our bodies. My own lips were smaller, and my sensitive nub didn't protrude like hers did. Her flavor was amazing, coppery and bright with an almost electric spark. I'd tasted my own arousal before, but this was like drinking lightning from the clouds. Her wetness spread along my lips and cheeks as she began to moan. When she reached her peak, she was completely still, but her thighs trembled against my face. After she'd cried out, her pulsing finish triggered another fit of giggles as she pushed my face away. I kissed her fingers when she put them under my chin to pull me up."Stop, too intense," she said. "Come here and kiss me. Was that enough to blot out the bad memory?"I was feeling greedy. "No, but it was a good start."When I snuggled down next to her again, we looked into each other's eyes. "It makes a difference when it's you," she murmured, seeming surprised, and it puzzled me."Did you imagine it wouldn't?""I'v
Niro's looked a little like a brown house from the outside, but the interior featured a green and white theme with garish accents in yellow and red. We lined up and ordered our dogs, taking seats in the crowded dining room. Mine was fully loaded with tomatoes, pickles, peppers, and onions, and I knew I'd pay for it later, but I hadn't been able to resist my favorite. Jules had hers with everything except the onions."You're going to regret that later," I said.She looked up at me, puzzled. "What?""Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my friend, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my face grow hot and had to look away for a moment. When her foot slid up my calf, I chuckled. "You'd better eat fast. I'm alre
"You mean, John..." She trailed off for a second. "Wait, he took your virginity and all he gave you for Christmas was a fucking calendar?""That calendar was his promise to me. He's coming back in four weeks, with more trips to follow! If you hadn't flown off the fucking handle, I'd have told you--""Oh my God, you can't start dating your cousin! What would I tell Susan?""Why the hell not? It's not like we're actually related or did you forget that part?" When she didn't say anything right away, I took advantage and tried to catch my breath. Glancing back at Jules, I found her standing in the doorway of the closet with the strangest look on her face."You still could've told me, Kate," said Mom, sounding much calmer, but my frustration was beyond my control."Yes, I could have, but with the way you've reacted so far, I'm not sure it would have turned out any different.""Just come home. I've been worried sick about you. I haven't been able to sleep since you left."I laughed out loud
"Anyway, he started asking more and more questions. I could tell he was worried about me moving too fast. He tried to make you seem like some backwoods gold digger and I nearly popped him in the mouth for it," he said, sounding angry with his words clipped short."He just doesn't know me. Jules is worried you just want someone to hook up with that won't complicate your life on campus.""Fuck 'em both, then." he said with a grim laugh."I need to tell you something," I said, but he didn't seem to hear me."Look, you don't know everything that's happened over the last couple of years. Mike's been a good friend. He's helped me get through some serious shit. Even so, you don't have to worry about him changing my mind. I've never felt like this about anyone before. Let them worry. You still trust me, don't you?""Yes.""Then hang tough, only four more weeks and I'll be there. I may even bring the bastard along to put this shit to rest. Hey, maybe we could set him up with Jules?""We can tr