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For Nicholas
by Artemesia
People, people everywhere, surrounding me, engulfing me. Flashes of conversation run through my head like long lost memories; "And I said..." ..."Fuck off honey pie, that's saved for...The man who did my tile roof last year." I hate these parties. Fake people like mannequins installed with infinitesimal voice boxes reeling off one boring prerecorded message after another. I need some place to hide, if only for a few minutes; a place to escape the smoke and the hot air. This house is big enough- does it have some sort of study or library in it?
Wandering down the hall...Nope, not there. I'll go down the hall, maybe this door- oops, sorry didn't see you two, er three in there. Aaah, Eureka! Books! I quickly duck into the room, softly closing the door behind me so as not to alert any of...them to my presence (or lack there of). This is a complete library, with a roaring fire off to one side of the room with a massive mahogany and leather chair facing its glow. I pass rapidly by the oh-so-perfectly arranged (just so that they can be seen by the right people) classics: Joyce, Dostoevsky, Chaucer; those pretentious names that one must have in their stock. But as I wander further into this dusky retreat, my finger running idly along the spines of the books, feeling cracked leather caressing my fingertips, I noticed much more interesting titles. World War II, American Politics, the Kennedy Era...ooh, as a shiver of pleasure races across my skin; he is a history man.
"Aren't you going to at least introduce yourself?" The voice startled me so that I dropped the book I had been holding onto the floor, my heart pounding in my chest and ears. There had been a man sitting in that mahogany chair, his back to me, the entire time!
"I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry. When you came in, I thought you would see me, but when it became obvious that you hadn't, I wasn't exactly sure what to do. You looked so...content," he says with a slight grin, "that I didn't want to disturb you." More grinning. Impish, yet playfully sexy.
"Well, you could have been a little less...surprising." I said, and after a brief pause where that arc of sexual tension flies through the air and dances the jitterbug on those tiny hairs on the back of your neck, we burst into simultaneous laughter.
"My name is Kevin, nice to meet you. Do you often come to parties only to disappear into dark corners on your own?" I told him my name, and explained that even though I am forced by my choice of vocation to attend these ego fests, I do not profess to either participate or enjoy them. I became a teacher because it was something I felt was my calling, and I have become trapped by the hierarchy of the university system. I had been invited tonight to this party for one of my best friend's colleagues from the university she teaches at, simply because she didn't want to be seen at one without someone, since she was unable to get a date for the night.
We sat down on the couch on the other side of
the room, talking and drinking, taking turns telling each other about our
lives; that professional single person's banter that we all loathe and yet
cannot seem to get along without. He is an Anthropology professor at this
university, and seemed to be in a pleasant state of shock that someone disliked
these evenings as much as he. As we found we had more and more in common,
I felt those familiar signals begin to build within me: that queasy feeling
in the pit of my stomach, my heart was fluttering, and that slow steady
throbbing in my sex.
The attraction I felt for him was so strong, it was tangible. Could he sense
it? I found myself drifting back to those days of my youth, when sitting
with a boy for the first time in my bedroom, Mom and Dad downstairs, trying
to keep themselves attached to the couch instead of instinctively wanting
to make sure we weren't up to no good. That feeling of wanting to touch,
to explore, but not exactly sure how to proceed, or if you even should try.
As I felt the night slipping past, abruptly, he
said, "Would you like to blow this joint and get a cup of coffee somewhere?"
I felt my heart skip a beat, and found myself nodding and walking down the
hall, his arm brushing electrically against mine as we tried to sneak out
the door without arousing any suspicion. We agreed to take both cars, and
meet up at a local coffee shop, and once safely behind the wheel of my Volvo,
I realized that the deep seated lust I felt was something I hadn't experienced
in a long time. Again, I felt as though I had been magically transported
back in time to high school. Feelings I had not allowed myself to feel had
broken through the walls I had built to protect my psyche from its usually
solitary existence, and I was positively reeling from them.
The coffee shop was that comfortable kind of greasy spoon that I do so adore,
and after another hour or so of finding out that we loved the same films,
read the same authors, and listened to the same music, I said jokingly,
"Where have you been all my life?" His answer shocked me: "I
am sitting here with you now..." again with that grin. It was then
I realized that he too had been feeling something, and after a long and
somewhat awkward pause, he asked me if I would like to come over to his
house and talk for a while. With a feeling as though my heart just fell
through to the pit of my stomach, I nodded weakly and we left the coffee
shop, thinking to myself that this was either going to be the most wonderful
night of my life, or the worst mistake I ever could make.
Even as we were heading through the doorway of his modest house, our arms were around each other, his lips pressing against mine with a heat and a rage of longing. My tongue darted into his mouth, meeting with his in that fevered melting of taste and sensuality. His hands were laced throughout the curls of my hair, holding my head closer to his, as if he were afraid of letting me go. We nearly fell onto the couch, our bodies charged beneath our clothing, each touch of fabric against my skin sending out sparks of pleasure almost too intense to bear. I could smell him, a musky mixture of lust and cologne, and when I kissed his neck, burying my face in his hair, I was lost in his essence. His hands wandered down to my breasts, where my nipples had become hard and eager for his touch. He caressed them, pinching the nipples through the fabric of my blouse, making me moan out loud with pleasure, and the grip I had on his upper thigh grew stronger, pulling him closer to me. With haste, we began to remove our shirts, and I my bra, until I could feel the warmth of his flesh against mine, the hair on his chest teasing my nipples with excruciating delight.
He kissed me deeply, and then, moving around my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that left me breathless, until he came to my breasts, his tongue sliding expertly around my nipple, biting playfully, deftly, making my back arch with ecstasy as I moaned loudly in response. My hand moved down his chest to his stomach, and over the front of his jeans, where I found him hard as a rock and eager for my touch. Upon feeling me he let out a moan, and as I began to stroke him through his jeans, he seemed lost in the moment of pure pleasure. He kissed me deeper and with more urgency now, and rose with me still in his arms, walking towards the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, and moved me in front of him, his hands resting on my hips. He then began to move his hands down my thighs, and slowly began to pull up the fabric of my floor-length skirt, kissing the flesh of my navel as he went. He ran his hands under my skirt, on the backs of my thighs, until he had exposed my black lace panties, and buried his face in my musky scent. I ran my hands through his hair and then swept my skirt to the floor, naked except for the panties which he then slid down my thighs and to the floor as well. He then guided me to the bed, and laid me down, kissing me deeply as he went. He kissed my chin, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, stopping to bite and playfully tug at my nipples,causing me to cry out in pleasure, before moving steadily downward.
He kisses my stomach, my belly button, and then onto the patch of wiry hair and my throbbing, wet mound, awaiting the touch of his lips and his tongue. As he parts my thighs, kissing the inside of them as he goes, my body writhes from his touch, driven to the point of total surrender to him and to his desires.
His tongue gently probes into my soft, wet pussy, causing my back to arch and me to moan from these intense sensations. With deftness he finds my clitoris, rubbing it with his tongue as my movements against him grow more frantic, my pleasure building. As he is bringing my to climax, he slips a finger inside me, thrusting gently as he brings me closer and closer to the point of orgasm. I can feel my pleasure mounting under the rapid movements of his tongue and fingers, each growing spasm bringing me closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy. He can sense my body tensing, and speeds up until our bodies are writhing with the same frantic motions, a nd he brings me higher and higher until I scream out as the orgasm rips through my body, wracking me with spasm after spasm of ecstasy, and I come like a thunderbolt under his knowing touch.
Even as my head is still reeling, he comes up to my face, and kisses me deeply, I can taste myself on his tongue, a secret and satisfying flavor, him moving his entire body against mine. He whispers in my ear, "I want to feel myself inside you, all around you." and I maneuver his body onto the bed, and undo his jeans and remove them and his boxers (mmm...silk) with one quick motion. His cock is huge and hard as a rock, and he moans loudly as I take it into my hand and stroke him, running my fingers lightly over his balls, feeling his body tense with desire. He reaches into his bed stand for a condom, and I roll it on with one practiced motion, and leaning over him and kissing him deeply, sit astride his body and move my pussy slowly onto his hard and waiting cock. He breathes in deeply as I slowly move myself down his shaft, prolonging the agony of ecstasy for as long as I can stand it, until in a burst of desire, his hands grab my hips and thrust my body down upon his, making me moan with the pleasure his hard cock brings.
I move slowly up and down on his cock, sitting straight up while his hands caress my breasts and pinch my nipples lightly, my hands running down his arms, through his hair, feeling him thrusting slowly and deeply inside me, filling my entire being with himself. His thrusting gets faster, and I ride him to the fullest, sitting up and thrusting my hips against his. I lean in and kiss him with a fervor matched only by his deep thrusts inside me, my hands pinning his behind his head. I enjoy this feeling of mild domination, being able to control my pleasure with the thrusting of my hips as well as his. I slow down, moving myself slowly out, and then teasing the very tip of his cock with my pussy, the when he least expects it, thrusting back onto him, bringing a moan of pleasure from deep within him.
When he can stand this distinct torture no longer, he gently pushes me away, and guides me onto my knees, where he moves around behind me. He pulls my hips to his, and enters me with one swift move. I moan out in pleasure, feeling him slam deep inside me with the pent up fury wrought by my slow and torturous love making of the last few minutes. I love this feeling of mild submission as well, and put his hands on my hips, wanting him to control me now, allowing him to thrust himself deeper and deeper into my pussy while pulling harder and harder onto my hips. I cry out with pleasure as his thrusts send me into gales of ecstasy, driving me to my elbows and burying my head in my hands, moaning and clawing at the covers on the bed. As he thrusts faster, his body getting harder with anticipation, I can feel another orgasm beginning to crest within my body, making my hands lock into a grip on the covers, practically tearing the sheets from the bed.
He thrusts begin to slam against me, and as I feel his orgasm is near, I can feel the pressure and the energy building from inside me, making me a slave to its mercy. I cry out, "Oh yes...make me come I want to come with you..." and he speeds up, making me cry out as he brings me closer and closer. In a burst of light, I feel myself beginning to explode, as I feel him tense as he too comes in a great gush. My body is wracked with spasms, my hips bucking against his as he pounds me with the force of his orgasm. I shudder and cry out as my orgasm combusts inside me, a great wave taking me to the deepest and most intense place a woman can be. And then, as fast as I arrive in that heavenly place, I am ripped out of it, as it is all over, ending in little thrusts and gasping breaths.
As he pulls away and collapses besides me, I curl my hips and back into his chest and feel his arms around me, his sweat mingling with mine. We are both paralyzed from our extreme pleasure, and I turn, kissing him deeply and licking the salty sweet perspiration from his chin. He smiles at me, I smile back, and we drift off in the warmth of each other's arms.
As I float away, I think to myself, I hope this moment never ends.
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