Havin' a hard time
Posted by marloweny 2 years ago
Writing time has been hard to come by for me lately. New roommate who is pretty much a "read over your shoulder" kind of guy. Basically can't write unless I'm in bed.
But I'm in bed now, so let's squirt something out, shall we?
Start 11:10 pm.
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It had been fifteen years since he'd seen her. He knew it, because their last conversation had been just before graduation, and now it was their fifteen year high school reunion. When they'd met up, it was like no time had passed at all. She was just as bubbly and upbeat as he remembered her. She'd just divorced, and apparently she was happy to be free of what she'd described as a painfully dull and loveless relationship. No kids. And the years had been so kind to her. By the end of the evening, they were staring into each other's eyes, each clearly thinking the same thing. They needed to do what they'd never been able to do before. To get some closure on a fifteen year old bit of flirting that had been unrequited since then.
She made the first move, standing up from the table and pacing off to the unisex bathroom of the little rental hall. She all but beckoned for him to follow. He waited a good thirty seconds, the better to make it a bit less obvious what he planned to do, then slipped into the bathroom as well. There were only two stalls. He found her in the second one, already stripped to her bra and panties. She grabbed him and pulled him into the stall, then latched the door behind them. There wasn't really room for two in the stall. Why would there be? But the close quarters and the nearly public nature of it made it all feel so much more thrilling. He started to unbutton his shirt, but she couldn't wait, grabbing his hair and pulling him into a deep, desperate kiss. Her lips were so soft. So warm. She wanted him so badly, and he wanted her. He held of for as long as he could, dancing his tongue around hers and embracing her desperately. But he'd imagined this moment for so long. He was helpless against his desire.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked her longingly in her eyes. She looked back, practically whimpering at having had their adolescent indulgence in one another delayed even for a moment. He stroked her hair. She sighed and leaned against his hand like a cat giving into a gentle stroking. He helped her slip free of her bra, then cradled her face in his hands. After a few moments more of appreciating her perfection, with a gentle tug and gaping lips, he leaned forward. His mouth yawned wide and engulfed her head. Those luscious lips were now pressed against his tongue as he suckled and slurped at her head. The flavor. It was just as he'd imagined it. She was strangely still, either too shocked or too confused to react to what he'd done. It was just as well. This next part was the hardest. It would be easier if she was still. He swiveled his head, first left, then right. His lips stretched over her shoulders and he gently gripped her with his teeth. A soft gulp sent that beautiful face sliding down his throat. He nibbled down her body, his tongue lovingly lapping and licking her breasts. She was trembling now, her muffled voice murmuring from within him. He continued, lips and teeth inching down. He tried to avoid swallowing, the better to savor her flavor and enjoy the feeling of her body slipping gradually down his throat. He'd had to bend down to gobble her down to her navel, but now he clamped his teeth ever so softly into her midriff and stood. His hands gripped her thick thighs, lovingly kneading them and mashing them past his lips. Her long, lovely legs started to disappear, her body curling and tumbling into his stomach. Her feet twitched once or twice before they drew inside his mouth. Finally he swallowed, pressing his fingers to his throat to feel the last lump of her descend into his hungry belly.
He ran his hands over the dome of his wonderfully packed belly. Gentle bulges roamed across it. Her butt... her shoulder... her hands... She was shifting. Squirming. Getting comfortable. Two bulges, her knees, spread out. He opened the stall door and gazed at the mirror. She looked reclined within him. Legs spread. Subtle bulge of her hand working itself between them. He reached down and added his own pressure to it, helping her to stroke herself through the stretched flesh of his belly until she trembled and released a muffled squeal. Satisfied, he took a breath and focused. His abs started to clamp down. The defined form of his sweetheart briefly wriggled at the added pressure, then started to vanish from sight. He packed her tighter. Tighter. She was still in there. Still wrapped wonderfully in his belly. But he squeezed and compressed her until there was little sign of her beyond the crumpled clothes on the ground. He hiccuped lightly. There was a giggle from inside him, felt rather than heard. With that, he left the washroom, excused himself from the party, and took his full and satisfied belly home for the evening.
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End 11:43 pm.
Posted by ninth 2 years ago Report
Sorry to hear about the roommate situation...
Nice little vignette!
Posted by 2good2btru 2 years ago Report
Hope you can find someplace more private to write, nice story as well.
Posted by TootCore 2 years ago Report
Wishing I could add that one to the favorites, it's quite sweet~
Posted by Tassie 2 years ago Report
I have much the same problem, so it feels all sneaky and suspicious when I am writing and pretending to not be doing anything weird. Well, lately I haven't written much, sorry.
Wow, this story though, I can only pray my fifteenth goes so delightfully.
Posted by squashflat 2 years ago Report
nice story, wish my class reunions were just as fun
Posted by hornywing 2 years ago Report
Is this a situation that can be dealt with by forthrightness or is this one of those situations where it is better to keep things on the down-low to make it easier?
I am happy to see you are able to still pull out some amazing scenes still.
Posted by Amberain 2 years ago Report
Glad to hear from you again. Sorry about your situation. Sounds like what you need is a more private space for your writing. Any chance you could move your computer setup into your own room, with a desk and chair separate from the bed? I think I remember you using a computer sometimes, not just your phone. Though I suppose if moving everything that way were feasible, you'd probably already have done so. Sorry I can't offer any better suggestions.
Posted by ShadesofBlack 2 years ago Report
Oh my! Sorry your roommate is not being respectful of your privacy preferences. That's awfully rude.
Also holy fuck this is good!