God of LoveChapter 2 Romance
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Amanda and I were in the same classes at college. We both wanted to go to university and we both worked hard at our subjects: Politics and American and Russian History. It was our last year before University and our exams were getting closer. We had become good friends and decided that we would do our exam revision together at weekends.
Amanda's family were reasonably wealthy (her father was a diplomat of some kind and they had spent a lot of time in Kenya) and they had rented a house for her in London fairly near the college. She suggested that I come over after college on the Friday, stay overnight Saturday and till Monday, and go home after classes then. It would allow us to get a lot done so I readily agreed.
We had six weekends before the exams and thought we could probably get lots of revision done in that time. We needed to make the grades for University. Especially me, as I was intending to change to sciences when I got there. I would need really good grades to be allowed to do so.
The first weekend went really well. We got lots done. She'd set me up a bed in a small room and I slept quite well there. We had fun cooking for each other and setting each other different kinds of tests. On the first Sunday night she offered me a spliff*. I hadn't tried it before, but I thought why not, I could do with relaxing and that's what it was supposed to do. It was good. I got nice and mellow, and when we travelled back to college on the following Monday I felt we'd had a really good time and got a lot done.
An Interesting WeekendDuring the week, we both felt our study was paying off, as tests seemed to show we were learning stuff and it was staying learnt. So I travelled back to her place again on the Friday. Since we didn't plan to work on Friday evening, we had a nice time chatting and listening to music. We passed around another spliff, and generally let the weeks work stresses go away. We both were tired, and mildly high, when Amanda said she was going to bed. I got up and she told me she'd changed my room. It was now upstairs next to hers. I said "Fine" and we went upstairs together. She showed me the new room. It was bigger than the one from last week and the bed was bigger and looked more comfy, too. She said goodnight and I just threw my clothes on a convenient chair and crawled in and was asleep almost immediately.
I was surprised in the morning to wake up to a hand gently shaking my shoulder, and Amanda whispering "breakfast" in my ear. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I sat up, but didn't pull the duvet* up with me. Bare-breasted, I looked and saw Amanda with a tray. I was going to pull the duvet up, but she put the tray in my lap and I couldn't cover myself without upsetting everything. She said she'd already had breakfast, but sat on the bed and chatted with me while I ate. I was a bit bothered about not being able to cover myself, but she was a woman and a good friend, so I wasn't too bothered. It was kind of nice actually. She made me feel really relaxed about it, though I did catch her eyes straying to my chest a couple of times. Quite natural I thought, though; we all like to compare ourselves with others.
She went to get ready as I finished off my coffee. We had lots to do that day, so I rushed off to the bathroom after she'd finished and got ready quickly, just slinging on some panties, jeans and a t-shirt. We spent most of the day working on our revision, just stopping for lunch and a couple of coffee breaks.
By six in the evening, we'd had enough. We went to make our dinner. Something with pasta if I remember correctly. Basically some tuna and whatever vegetables were fresh. We had a nice bottle of Chianti. But no fava beans. Then we went down to the pub for an hour or so, and we were both pleasantly plastered by the time we got back. We sat down in front of the television and switched something on for a mindless giggle before we retired for the night. Amanda and I sat giggling away at some imported "thriller" for a while, and then there was a late night film. I was getting quite tired by then, but Amanda said she wanted to watch it, so I said I'd keep her company for as long as I could keep my eyes open.
It was an old film called "The Odd Triangle". I realised what was odd about it quite quickly. It was an unusual story of girl meets girl meets girl. I sat up and watched; I was more awake now. I'd never seen a film like that before. I guessed that Amanda must be curious about it, too. I couldn't think of any other reason for her to be watching it. We were sitting next to each other on an old, but comfy, sofa. Tired as I was, I leaned into her slightly, and she put her arm across the sofa back so I could lean my head on her shoulder.
It felt nice, and I must have drifted off for a bit. I woke up a little later to see that the movie was still on and there were two women on screen kissing. I was interested, but so tired; I just had to go to bed. I noticed that Amanda's arm was now draped over my shoulder, and her hand rested on the top curve of my breast through the t-shirt. It was nice of her to have made me so comfy. She really made me feel at home. I carefully pulled away, and she smiled as I said I had to go to bed. I left her there, still watching the film.
I had some quite erotic dreams that night, and I remember that I kept seeing the two women kissing on screen in them. When I woke up, (again it was Amanda bringing me breakfast) I was quite aroused. I realised my nipples were rather prominent, but again, she plonked the tray down on my lap and I couldn't cover myself. Like Saturday we chatted for a while, and again I noticed she stared at my breasts occasionally. I wasn't stupid and I did begin to wonder a bit about her. She'd never said anything or been anything other than just kind to me, but I had a little nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I only dismissed it because she'd never said or tried anything with me. As I'd never had any sort of contact with another woman than as a friend, it never really made me think.
Sunday was another busy day, and nothing else happened that weekend to give me pause for thought. We worked hard again, and during the week, and then we were back together at her place on the Friday for the third weekend.
Third Weekend's a CharmThe Friday night had become our time to relax, and Amanda brought out a spliff again. We had a nice bottle of red wine and, again, I got nice and relaxed. We discussed what we'd do on the Saturday and she suggested we hire a film for her new video for the evening. Video recorders hadn't been out too long then and I was interested to see what it was like. She said she'd get something like we watched on TV last week, and I said OK, because I'd missed most of the film and was intrigued. Anyway, I'd probably have agreed to almost any film, relaxed as I was.
The night tailed off gently and we both went upstairs to bed. Amanda stopped before going into her bedroom and looked at me.
"Michelle," she said, "it's been really good having your company here, and it's really helped me with my studies." Then she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and said thanks and went to bed. I didn't want to let her see that that one little kiss had made me tingle. My mind harked back to the preceding weekend and I began to wonder again. I thought about her and realised that she was quite attractive. Slim, but certainly not boyish, with lovely, long black hair, halfway down her back. Then I started to wonder about myself.
I had never had what you would call a relationship with a boy. In fact, at the school I went to, the boys there never seemed to like anyone clever, especially girls, and I always did well academically. So I kept out of their way after some unpleasant experiences. I had girl friends, and one or two boy friends, but no one I ever went out with on other than a friendly trip to the cinema say. Sexual pleasure for me was always something solitary, happening when I got too horny to ignore the feelings. Oh, I knew where everything was, and how it worked. I always liked to know everything about everything in those days. I had to find out for myself, as there was no sex education then (this was over twenty years ago) apart form biology and frogs. One look at a frog told me that it wasn't going to tell me what I wanted to know. So I found a nice librarian at our local library, and she steered me to the right books.
All this went through my mind as I lay there, wondering how I felt and what was going on. It took me a while to fall asleep, even though I was tired. Not through being apprehensive, more out of curiosity as to what would happen next.
Saturday morning was the usual ritual. Breakfast in bed and a nice chat. Only this time, I wasn't so concerned about covering myself. And this time, instead of her usual pyjamas, she just had on a bra and some shorts. I couldn't help looking either, and I know she was looking at me.
Somehow, I had come to realise that if something were to happen I wasn't afraid. Maybe, all that time of being by myself, of not touching or being touched, had created a need in me. Whatever happened I knew I'd let it. But, if anything did, it wasn't going to be me who made the first move. Frightened I might not be, but worried I was. I had no experience at all to tell me what to do.
The day seemed to pass really quickly for me. Oh, I concentrated on the work, but any look of Amanda's, any slight touch in passing, just made me shiver inside. It was really strange. I'd never felt like that before and I fretted that she would see my disquiet and not go through with whatever I assumed she'd got planned. I did catch her staring me at me several times and it just fuelled the fear.
I was glad when it came time for us to stop. We'd had another good day, and had bought some nice food and some wine for the weekend. Amanda went out to get the tape while I cooked, and everything was ready when she came back. Another bottle of wine, a burgundy this time, and we went into the sitting room with our glasses.
By then, I was thinking that I'd been imagining things again, and I felt such an idiot. My mind, I thought, was playing tricks on me. Maybe it was wishful thinking. I'd never felt so indecisive about something.
I don't think I ever noticed the title of the movie. It started with two women kissing and went on from there to scenes of writhing soft flesh. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. The only thing I really noticed was how horny and wet I was getting. Braless, my nipples were hard and poking through my t-shirt. I felt warm all over. I'm sure I must have been flushed, too. I sort of felt rather than observed that I was squeezing my legs together and shifting around on the sofa.
Which is probably why I didn't notice, at least at first, that Amanda had put her arm round me and was staring at me intently.
About half way through the film, I looked down and saw that my right hand had strayed to my left breast and that I was pinching my nipple. I started, embarrassed, and looked at Amanda, sitting next to me. She had a big grin on her face, and was looking as flushed as I imagined I did.
I said, "Er, Amanda, sorry, it's just the film, I was getting carried away I guess. Sorry if I've embarrassed you," and looked away.
With a smile in her voice, Amanda murmured, "Don't worry, Michelle. I think it's sexy what you're doing." And then, with a slight stutter, she said, "I c-could help, if you like, you know?"
This was the moment. I took a deep breath. Did I want this to happen? Was this what was missing from my life? I waited for what seemed like ages, though must've been less than a minute, before I let out that deep breath, looked round at her and, in a quavering but almost pleading voice said, "Please, I'd like that".
The wine had relaxed me quite a bit and I was proud of myself that I didn't jump as the arm that she had draped over me slid down onto my right breast. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, while her hand was stroking over my nipple. Her tongue pushed against my lips insistently, and then I was kissing a woman for the first time. I think I almost came then. It was delicious. Beautiful. Wonderful. Magical. After a while we stopped and she whispered in my ear, "You watch the film. You don't have to do anything. Just enjoy the feelings..."
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A Beach Romance -- Steffi's Story Companion to Suit-able Punishment. Further explains Steffi's side of the story. Prologue Steffi Thomas was a classic "townie" in a small beach town. Steffi's family owned a local pizza parlor, Shore Pizza, for almost 50 years. It was only a block off the boardwalk, and was a favorite of locals and the tourists who vacationed during the summer. Three generations of Thomas' grew up in the town, running the pizza parlor and making friends...
VALENTINE ROMANCE by Throne My wife Valerie had put me into a special outfit for Valentines Day. I had on a pink tank top, short red skirt with pleats, white stockings with hearts all over them, and black Maryjane shoes. My panties were plain cotton ones, colored aqua, and somehow more demeaning that the fancier bikini-cut type I was ususally put into. She had done my make- up herself, saying she wanted it to be perfect. There was pink eye shadow, along with big circles of dark...
Rebecca had always been quiet and meek around others. She kept herself to herself and clung to her few, close, friends who liked her just as she was…and why would she want anything more? Her days were usually long and stressful but knowing that the weekend was coming up made it all worth while. She took a sip of water and continued reading through the last few chapters; she worked for Python Publishing. Her boss had been keen to get this book edited and published by today and Becca was not...
LesbianIn my fantasies, I often like to mix romance and humiliation. I find thesetwo compatible, each balancing out the other. This is one of my most recentof such fantasies: I am in a room with a large four posted bed. On the bed, spread eagle ismy boyfriend. We can call him Joe. Joe is sexually shy, and isn't into experimenting.Too bad for him! I have tied him like this with the help of a female friendof mine who I will call Sara. We had collected him earlier from a bar wherehe had been drinking...
Workplace RomanceBy ADOM©I was in my late twenties and had just change careers. My new boss was a first for me. Not only was she my first female boss she was also my first Black boss. Laura was smart, classy and beautiful. She was my age, about 5'10' with beautiful milk chocolate skin. Her large dark eyes and full lips completed her a perfectly proportioned body.We hit it off from the very beginning. I was eager to learn my new job and she appreciated my dedication and desire to do good work....
It took me some time to dare sharing these daydreams of mine and posting those online. The last year during this whole Covid situation has brought some major changes in my personal life and finally gave me the courage to do so. This is the story I want to share with you now. I naturally changed the names of all affected people (except for my real first name which is quite common here in good old Germany) because I do not want to cause trouble for anyone involved. But I am rushing ahead of...
It hasn't bothered me for some time now. It used too. Perhaps many or even most of you will think that it SHOULD. But the fact is, at this stage in my life, my relationship with my son John is to us, the most natural, the most beautiful, the most pure coupling imaginable. We are both secure in the strength of our love both filial and physical. We first consummated our love when he was seventeen. Perhaps at that tender age, there was an unfairness in the division of authority between us. What...
"Ha...ha... Ah..! Charles!" "Sybil!" The couple's copulation reached their peak and the woman tensed as pleasure washed over her before finally falling limp, the rhythmic motion of her panting breast all that signaled her livelihood. Reluctantly, Charles withdrew his still rigid manhood and climbed off the bed. Mechanically, he dressed, pushing his continuing erection down till it was pressed against his thigh and secured there by his underwear. Trousers covered it up shortly after....
WARNING: This is more about relationships than wall to wall sex. EG * * * CHAPTER 1 Rosie Fields was running for something to do, covering up to six miles each evening after work on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She began five weeks ago after her fiancé of three months dumped her without warning. Paul wrote from seven hundred miles away providing his new address and asking for the return of his engagement ring. Rosie tossed the letter into the trash on the premise she couldn’t help him and...
It was as she had foretold. Thomas Crown sat in on the meeting, and at the end, he congratulated Gene on his promotion. There was never a reference to the incident at the party. Mister Crown ended by saying that his door would always be open, if Gene had something on his mind. Directly afterward, Gene saw his desk contents and personal items being carried up to the second floor and put into a small office near Folger Parris' office. An office of his own! Folger had explained that he would...
a short story by Romance666 coming in from the hot dusty weather, Jamie lifted the canteen over her head water poured over her long black loosely curled hair making it cling to her rock hard body underneath her army green wife beater and gun belt hanging from her shoulder. Zombie brains washed down to the floor and floated down the stream on the concrete. What's for dinner bitch? she jokingly says to Lucy, Lucy had stayed home to cook a dead dog they found on the street on a scavenger hunting...
I'm definitely screwed. It’s late at night and I haven't even called in to say that I'm going to be late. For sure, mom and dad would be livid. My younger brother Dave couldn't help me out of this. He texted me for what seemed ages ago that he would turn in early and I should get back home soon. The party lasted longer than I expected and I lost track of time. Completely exhausted, I have no time for early morning arguments and dismissals. I just hope mom and dad are fast asleep and would...
IncestI rose from the dead, except thqt's putting it simply. I was never alive and still wasn't, in the way some people are. Even creatures made of gas and lightning are more like a standard mortal than a real angel or devil, which are themselves not quite as weird to a human in this world as dimensions like me. I recall what banished me, for the last thousand years. It wasn't a man I hate, for I cannot blame him. I have come to ruin this world, and he saved it. I have returned to ruin it more. I see...
BDSMI had gone through a divorce and was out on my own when I started scrolling through Craigslist more and got the courage to start messaging people. I messaged with quite a few when I found one I liked; great looking cock, nice body, included his face. He was fit, a bit of hair but trimmed where it mattered. We messaged back and forth for a while, built up a relationship. He didn’t try and rush anything and that made me feel good. We spoke about our history so he knew I was “new”. He...