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The vulnerability of sleep intrigues me. As she lay there resting, her body nestled into mine with rolling deep breaths, my senses tuned themselves to her. She was my focal point: smells, feelings, tastes were tied into what she was. Things that were not of her were unimportant.
We were there – in our pajamas, in a bed a little too small for two people – and I argued with myself, though I could have predicted the victor.
We have a connection, don’t we? I think we do. I mean, we’re here, now. (My fingers are in her hair, caressing the strands.)
She’s asleep after all. That’s a very trusting thing to do. (Fingers along the forehead, sloping down behind the ear.)
She seems to appreciate me as a friend. As more than a friend. (Fingers along the neckline and jaw.)
I kissed her once. (Trailing down the arm.)
She kissed back. (Trailing back up.)
It has to be mutual. It has to be. (Tracing down the side, across the shirted belly.)
She let me touch her then. Not everywhere, but not nowhere. (Hand stroking her stomach smoothly.) Her body stirs slightly; my hand stills.
I need to stop. She needs to sleep, she’s tired. She has a lot going on. (Hand under the fabric, rubbing the bare skin of her tummy with strained affection.)
A very busy person. (Up, to her ribcage.)
But she’s so cute, and sexy. Friendly and desirable. (Hand cupping her right breast softly.)
And warm. So warm and soft and lovely. (Massaging.) She stirs again, more solidly this time. sleep is leaving and she turns to me.
“You’re awake?” she asks quietly, and I nod with a silent smile. “Why?”
“Thinking,” I reply honestly.
“About what?” Her body was pushing out the tiredness slowly, eking its way into wakefulness.
“You.”
She laughed. “Really? Why on earth would you want to do that?” Her head, raised for a moment, fell now back onto the pillow with a soft sound of comfort.
“Because,” I began, “I think you are beautiful and sexy and very attractive, and you are lying next to me. So I think about you.” As her mouth opened to respond I continued, “I was touching you. I’m sorry.”
It closed and opened again into another laugh: a smaller one, tinged with shyness. “I kinda thought so. My body is telling me something like that. It’s a little…active, right now.” Another laugh, a girlish giggle. Cute.
“I really didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.” (Hand through her hair, rubbing the scalp.) “It’s just…”
She sighed happily and relaxed her eyes back, but there was no sleep in her body. “Just what?”
“It’s just that ever since that kiss, things are different. At least for me.” (Hand halts it movement, but she tosses her head to prompt it to continue.) I smile at her small selfishness. “Like something has changed. In me. I don’t know.”
“Is it a bad thing?”
No. “I don’t think so. Just different, you know.”
Her eyes open. “Do you like me? You know.” A forward question, from a forward girl.
Yes. Wait. Maybe? “Maybe.”
“Good.”
“Good?” I responded in a voice choked by something like a cough. “How is it good?”
A smile. “It shows you care about me. And if not me, then people in general. I care about you, you know. More than you know, probably.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.”
Another laugh. “Typical you.” She straightened out in the bed in a long stretch. “Man, now I’m horny. What did you have to go and do that for? I was just sleeping and you come along and get me all riled up.” Horny? Here? Now?
“I’m sorry. I - ….I didn’t mean to.”
“It doesn’t seem fair that you can touch me while I’m asleep. I don’t even get to enjoy it that way.” She turned her body away again and snuggled into me. “Well, now I’m awake, so you can start again. Do what you were doing before.” (My hand hesitates.) “Oh, come on.” (Fingers begin to stroke the fibers of her hair.) “That feels lovely, honey, but that didn’t get me where I am now, I know that. You can move a little farther along.”
A deep breath steadies me before my hand searches under her shirt for her smooth tummy once again. She is awake now, and her movements are more shallow. As I move slowly upward, along her flesh, the tension in her body builds and releases against mine. Her breast enters my hand.
“You did this?”
“Yes. Well, this is as far as I got.”
“It feels… wonderful.” Her body becomes more decisive and distinct as my hand more fully explores her flesh. The nipple is hard and protruding, and as I run across it the sensitivity of it is obvious: her body presses into mine with determination. “Can you…can you pinch it a little?” she exhales. As my fingers tweak the nub she tightens again, and I place my mouth on her neck to increase the contact between us. The heat and the quivers echo through my lips.
My other hand, which has to this point been rather dormant, is now searching for an activity, something to experience. It tries to slide under her body to pull her into me but the result is turning her over. Our eyes meet only briefly before our lips do. It is different than the first: the same qualities are there, it is the same person, but there is more a****lism in it. More fieriness. More sex.
As our kiss crashes onward it is my turn to feel hands on my skin. Her explorations are passionate, firm and experienced, and full of our knowledge of each other. They are in my hair, on my face, my shoulders, chest, abdomen, hips. Everywhere she touches my attention leaps, even as we share our breaths.
(One of my hands has snuck inside her bottoms, stroking and squeezing anything available.)
Her body is beginning to buck more frequently. I break off our kiss in order to see her flushed face, darkened with arousal and midnight shadows. Her eyes are locked to me as she begins to hiss: my fingers have found her opening, have begun to intrude into her. Her hand snakes down and her fingers wrap around my shaft, but the shock is only a moment.
My arm begins its movement. There has been enough foreplay now; she is fully prepared. My initial slow movement quickly increases to a steady, strong motion as I attempt to pull out of her the a****l I had tasted. Her moans and grunts further my effort as my actions show their effect. I add another finger in an attempt to fill her with myself, and her appreciative moan rewards me. As she approaches the edge my movements become nearly frantic, powerful and lustful and uncontrolled. And as her body lurches over the boundary to orgasm I can feel myself joining her, as her hand has been pumping me relentlessly the entire time. And as the movements slow and stop, and the mess we’ve made settles, and the lustful panting quiets slowly, I am smiling at her, truly smiling at her.
“Thank you,” she says.
“You’re welcome,” I say. “We should sleep now. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” She nods and rests her expended body against me. I smile at her, though she can’t see it. “Thank you too, my love.” With that, the vulnerability of sleep snatched us both.
* * *
Hoorah, my first story posted here. It's a little different than the ones I've read over the last couple days from this site, but I wanted to see how people responded to my personal take on sex stories. If you like them, great, let me know.
This story never happened between myself and the girl, but I always wanted it to.
We were there – in our pajamas, in a bed a little too small for two people – and I argued with myself, though I could have predicted the victor.
We have a connection, don’t we? I think we do. I mean, we’re here, now. (My fingers are in her hair, caressing the strands.)
She’s asleep after all. That’s a very trusting thing to do. (Fingers along the forehead, sloping down behind the ear.)
She seems to appreciate me as a friend. As more than a friend. (Fingers along the neckline and jaw.)
I kissed her once. (Trailing down the arm.)
She kissed back. (Trailing back up.)
It has to be mutual. It has to be. (Tracing down the side, across the shirted belly.)
She let me touch her then. Not everywhere, but not nowhere. (Hand stroking her stomach smoothly.) Her body stirs slightly; my hand stills.
I need to stop. She needs to sleep, she’s tired. She has a lot going on. (Hand under the fabric, rubbing the bare skin of her tummy with strained affection.)
A very busy person. (Up, to her ribcage.)
But she’s so cute, and sexy. Friendly and desirable. (Hand cupping her right breast softly.)
And warm. So warm and soft and lovely. (Massaging.) She stirs again, more solidly this time. sleep is leaving and she turns to me.
“You’re awake?” she asks quietly, and I nod with a silent smile. “Why?”
“Thinking,” I reply honestly.
“About what?” Her body was pushing out the tiredness slowly, eking its way into wakefulness.
“You.”
She laughed. “Really? Why on earth would you want to do that?” Her head, raised for a moment, fell now back onto the pillow with a soft sound of comfort.
“Because,” I began, “I think you are beautiful and sexy and very attractive, and you are lying next to me. So I think about you.” As her mouth opened to respond I continued, “I was touching you. I’m sorry.”
It closed and opened again into another laugh: a smaller one, tinged with shyness. “I kinda thought so. My body is telling me something like that. It’s a little…active, right now.” Another laugh, a girlish giggle. Cute.
“I really didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.” (Hand through her hair, rubbing the scalp.) “It’s just…”
She sighed happily and relaxed her eyes back, but there was no sleep in her body. “Just what?”
“It’s just that ever since that kiss, things are different. At least for me.” (Hand halts it movement, but she tosses her head to prompt it to continue.) I smile at her small selfishness. “Like something has changed. In me. I don’t know.”
“Is it a bad thing?”
No. “I don’t think so. Just different, you know.”
Her eyes open. “Do you like me? You know.” A forward question, from a forward girl.
Yes. Wait. Maybe? “Maybe.”
“Good.”
“Good?” I responded in a voice choked by something like a cough. “How is it good?”
A smile. “It shows you care about me. And if not me, then people in general. I care about you, you know. More than you know, probably.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.”
Another laugh. “Typical you.” She straightened out in the bed in a long stretch. “Man, now I’m horny. What did you have to go and do that for? I was just sleeping and you come along and get me all riled up.” Horny? Here? Now?
“I’m sorry. I - ….I didn’t mean to.”
“It doesn’t seem fair that you can touch me while I’m asleep. I don’t even get to enjoy it that way.” She turned her body away again and snuggled into me. “Well, now I’m awake, so you can start again. Do what you were doing before.” (My hand hesitates.) “Oh, come on.” (Fingers begin to stroke the fibers of her hair.) “That feels lovely, honey, but that didn’t get me where I am now, I know that. You can move a little farther along.”
A deep breath steadies me before my hand searches under her shirt for her smooth tummy once again. She is awake now, and her movements are more shallow. As I move slowly upward, along her flesh, the tension in her body builds and releases against mine. Her breast enters my hand.
“You did this?”
“Yes. Well, this is as far as I got.”
“It feels… wonderful.” Her body becomes more decisive and distinct as my hand more fully explores her flesh. The nipple is hard and protruding, and as I run across it the sensitivity of it is obvious: her body presses into mine with determination. “Can you…can you pinch it a little?” she exhales. As my fingers tweak the nub she tightens again, and I place my mouth on her neck to increase the contact between us. The heat and the quivers echo through my lips.
My other hand, which has to this point been rather dormant, is now searching for an activity, something to experience. It tries to slide under her body to pull her into me but the result is turning her over. Our eyes meet only briefly before our lips do. It is different than the first: the same qualities are there, it is the same person, but there is more a****lism in it. More fieriness. More sex.
As our kiss crashes onward it is my turn to feel hands on my skin. Her explorations are passionate, firm and experienced, and full of our knowledge of each other. They are in my hair, on my face, my shoulders, chest, abdomen, hips. Everywhere she touches my attention leaps, even as we share our breaths.
(One of my hands has snuck inside her bottoms, stroking and squeezing anything available.)
Her body is beginning to buck more frequently. I break off our kiss in order to see her flushed face, darkened with arousal and midnight shadows. Her eyes are locked to me as she begins to hiss: my fingers have found her opening, have begun to intrude into her. Her hand snakes down and her fingers wrap around my shaft, but the shock is only a moment.
My arm begins its movement. There has been enough foreplay now; she is fully prepared. My initial slow movement quickly increases to a steady, strong motion as I attempt to pull out of her the a****l I had tasted. Her moans and grunts further my effort as my actions show their effect. I add another finger in an attempt to fill her with myself, and her appreciative moan rewards me. As she approaches the edge my movements become nearly frantic, powerful and lustful and uncontrolled. And as her body lurches over the boundary to orgasm I can feel myself joining her, as her hand has been pumping me relentlessly the entire time. And as the movements slow and stop, and the mess we’ve made settles, and the lustful panting quiets slowly, I am smiling at her, truly smiling at her.
“Thank you,” she says.
“You’re welcome,” I say. “We should sleep now. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” She nods and rests her expended body against me. I smile at her, though she can’t see it. “Thank you too, my love.” With that, the vulnerability of sleep snatched us both.
* * *
Hoorah, my first story posted here. It's a little different than the ones I've read over the last couple days from this site, but I wanted to see how people responded to my personal take on sex stories. If you like them, great, let me know.
This story never happened between myself and the girl, but I always wanted it to.
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