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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 8, 2013 22:20:22 GMT -5
I don't seem to go too far, and she kisses me back with as must gusto as I'd kissed her, leaving her hand on my groin. Christa wraps her arms around my neck, wrapping her hand in my hair to keep my mouth firmly planted on hers. I didn't have anything serious in mind, but, if she did, I wouldn't argue; but I wasn't about to force her into anything. I just wasn't that type of guy. I pull her to me, deepening the kiss, my tongue flitting across her lower lip for a split second before I get a handle on myself. She probably thought I was some sort of horny creep who just wanted to get inside her pants. I mean, I did, but that hadn't been my sole intention when I'd spoken to her.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 8, 2013 22:32:16 GMT -5
I smile for a second as his tongue tickles my lips and I pull back, smiling and looking at him. That had to be one of the most amazing kisses that I had ever had. I release my grip on his hair and move so that I could open the plastic shutters, seeing that it was now starting to slack off. Maybe I could talk Gene into going to get snow cones later. I lean back against him, closing the shutters with my foot before snuggling against him. A small smile crossed my lips and I closed my eyes, glad that he was holding me. It made me feel safe, unusually. I felt close to him, it was strange.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 8, 2013 22:40:04 GMT -5
I open my eyes as she pulls back, immediately missing the feeling of her lips against mine. I peer over her shoulder as she looked outside, the rain apparently having slowed. "Dammit, keep raining." I whine under my breath, leaning back against the wall, pulling Christa with me. A small grin grows on my face as she snuggles up against me, resting her head on my shoulder. A small sigh escapes my lips. Once it stopped raining we'd probably leave, go our seperate ways, and never see each other again. I didn't want that, that had been one of the best kisses I'd had, and I'd had quite a few in my twenty one years. "Where does this leave us?" I ask finally, looking over at her curiously.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 8, 2013 22:46:53 GMT -5
I smirk mentally as Gene whines for it to keep raining and smile when he pulls me against him again. I honestly didn't want to leave him once it stopped raining, that would be hard for me to do. Going a seperate way from him and always thinking of him. I looked up at him as he asks a question and shrug. "I have no idea. Where do you think it leaves us?" I ask, looking into his eyes for a minute before wrapping my arms around his, hoping this would never end. It was odd but I knew I would miss him too much if we did have to split. It would almost be like half of me was missing but that couldn't be possible.. We'd only know each other for a little while.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 8, 2013 22:53:11 GMT -5
I sigh at her vague reponse, looking past her at the plastic wall of the house. "I don't know. Give me your number." I say, shifting position so that I could pull my phone out of my pocket. "See. It wasn't me, it was my phone." I say, winking at her playfully. I snicker, unable to help myself. I pull up 'new contact', typing her name in before handing it to Christa to put her number in. I reach up to run a hand through my faded orange hair, hoping that once we left it wouldn't be obvious that we'd been kissing in here, though my hair tended to look like sex hair all the time.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 8, 2013 22:59:50 GMT -5
I smile as Gene tells me to give him my number and roll my eyes. "Don't abuse the power of having my number," I say, taking his phone and typing in my number and adding a kissy face after my name before handing it back to him. "There you go," I say, still staying on his lap. "Tell me if I get heavy," I say before kissing his cheek and looking away, hoping that it would still be raining in an hour. That was the only thing I wanted. Rain so I could stay with Gene.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 8, 2013 23:07:42 GMT -5
"You know I will. I'll be hitting you up at all hours of the night." I reply sarcastically, rolling my light brown eyes. I take my phone "Thank you, pretty lady." I say happily, taking it back and locking it before sitting up to stick it back into my pocket. "You won't get heavy. you're tiny." I exclaim, shaking my head. Christa presses her lips to my cheek before looking away, which drove my crazy. I put a finger under her chin to turn her head to me, leaning forward to press my lips to hers again, pulling her to me contentedly. Hopefully it would keep raining for a while. I didn't want to have to leave just yet, or deal with the kids when they eventually came around to find us swapping cooties in the house.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 9, 2013 10:49:43 GMT -5
I smile and shake my head, touching the ceiling of the small toy house. I look at Gene as he says I won't get heavy and roll my eyes. "Wait until you see me eat. I should be about three hundred pounds heavier," I say as I lean against him again. His finger had reached to be placed under my chin and our lips met. I smile slightly and wrap my arms around his neck again. The rain had to continue for a while. If anything, we were in the eye of the storm at the moment, I hoped. My phone had a weather radar on it I could use to check but I didn't want to break the kiss just to check. I flick my tongue across his lip and just as I do so, the rain begins pounding on the house harder than before.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 9, 2013 15:36:13 GMT -5
I chuckle as she goes on to say that she should be three hundred pounds heavier. I was like that, too. Christa wraps her arms around my neck after our lips meet, and I hold back a grin. I hadn't checked the weather report before I'd headed out here, but Att had said something the other day about there being a storm. But, I never really paid attention to him when he went on about something as boring as the weather, but now I wish I had. Christa's tongue flits across my lip and I part my lips for her as the rain begins to pick up again, pounding on the roof of the little house. Yes. Didn't have a reason to leave yet.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 9, 2013 15:55:40 GMT -5
I smile as Gene parts his lips for my tongues entrance and slide it in carefully, not wanting to catch my tongue ring on one of his lip rings. I allow my tongue to explore before pulling it back and allowing him his own journey. The rain calmed me while we sat in here, keeping my mind off the little things that seemed to bother me. Evidentally there was a crack somewhere in the roof because sometime during the kiss, I felt a cold stream of water crawl down my back. A small moan escaped me and I could feel my face heat. Cold water and me had a love-hate relationship. I loved to make me moan and I hated moaning.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 9, 2013 16:14:18 GMT -5
Her tongue slides into my mouth to explore and I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling Christa to me unconsciously. Soon she retracts her tongue which allows me to move mine into her mouth, my tongue brushing over her teeth, tongue piercings before our tongues finally meet. The rain continues to pour down and soon I hear a moan escape her and a smug look comes across my face. Did I really have that much on an effect on her? People had told me I was a good kisser before, but I'd enver really beleived them. Because, well, I didn't known firsthand. It was pretty hard to kiss yourself. I playfully close my teeth over Christa's tongue and pulling back, my brown eyes opening with a mischevious look as I keep my teeth closed over her tongue.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 9, 2013 16:25:29 GMT -5
I feel Gene pull me closer to him and almost want to smile. As his tongue explores my mouth, I move closer to him to get away from the dripping water. He closes his teeth over my tongue and receives a fragile moan from me. I was weak to being nibbled on the tongue in any way. I open my eyes and see his open and looking at mine. "Careful, bro," I say, coming out more as gibberish than anything. I slide my hand down his chest until it reaches his crotch and grope him again, hoping I could somehow gain my escape if it came to that. With my tongue still trapped, I lick his teeth the best I could and wink slightly. It was hard trying to concentrate with you're tongue trapped.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 9, 2013 16:49:06 GMT -5
She moves closer to me so that not much room is left between us. A wicked chuckle escapes me as I elicit another high moan from Christa before she opened her eyes to look into mine and attempt to speak. I force away the grin that was threatening to cross my face before raising my eyebrows in a challenge as she trailed her hand down my chest. A groan builds in my throat as she squeezes my groin again, unable to help myself. I move my tongue to run across Christa's after she winks at me, raising my eyebrows at her playfully before releasing her tongue. "Feel anything you like?" I ask innocently, sticking out my lower lip at her before smirking.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 9, 2013 16:57:19 GMT -5
I smirk as I get a groan out of Gene and keep my hand where it is. I hold back a moan and look at him before he releases my tongue before asking a question. "Well, if I did, this wouldn't be the place to discuss it," I reply, moving off of his lap and against the door and pulling my phone out of my pocket to check the weather. I smiled to myself as I saw that we could be here for a few hours. "Well, it looks like we're going to be here for a while," I say before crawling back onto Gene's lap and smiling.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 9, 2013 17:21:07 GMT -5
I don't live too far from here. I reply, unable to help myself. I wiggle my eyebrows at Christa flirtaciously, missing her closeness as she moved away to sit against the door. I watch silently as she pulls out her phone and I peer over to see that she was checking the weather, the green surrounding us telling of yet more rain to come. I grin to myself, leaning back against the plastic wall as Christa crawls back onto my lap. I let out a growl and wrap my arms around her shoulders to pull her to me for a hug, chuckling at my own oddness. I had already started to loosen up around her, she didn't seem to mind my personality and I liked her's. "I walked here." I add randomly.
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