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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 20:02:33 GMT -5
A smirk crosses her face before she kissed me, and I knew that she was doing it on purpose.
"Mmm, I don't know." I reply, letting my hands stray down and around to her ass before finally shrugging my shoulders. Christa's hands slide up my chest before she presses her lips to my neck.
A groan builds in my throat as she gently nips at my neck. I tilt my head back to give her a better angle, not wanting to start kissing her yet. I was happy with letting her do her thing first.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 20:07:36 GMT -5
I smile as he says he doesn't know and feel his hands slide their way down. I keep my lips against his neck, nipping and licking every now and then before moving my position on Gene's lap to where I straddle him. I pull back and smile, my head resting against his for a moment before I pull off his shirt, keeping my eyes on his and smiling. There was no harm in what was going on, besides we lived together and from what I knew, no one was planning on visiting us. "You better not have to leave like last time," I whisper against his lips before kissing him.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 20:17:45 GMT -5
She keeps her lips to my neck, her tongue occasionally flicking over my skin. I open my eyes with a smirk as Christa moves so that she's straddling me before she pulls my shirt over my head. I didn't have a problem with where this was going, and it wasn't like I had a roomate or something. The walls between the apartments were thick, and I honestly didn't give a fuck whether someone heard us anyway. I chuckle as Christa speaks before she kisses me again. I deepen it soon enough and run my tongue across her bottom lip teasingly. I leave my hands where they were, gripping slightly.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 20:22:54 GMT -5
I smile as he smirks and go along with him deepening the kiss. I open my mouth slightly as he flicks his tongue across my lips, allowing him the entrance I thought he wanted. I let out a light moan as he grips my ass before moving my hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his pants thought I didn't have any actual intention of getting them off just yet. I lightly bite his lip, pulling away enough before kissing him again, still having just enough space for him to enter if he wanted.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 20:31:11 GMT -5
I don't slide my tongue into her mouth, instead I want to tease her a bit. I smirk lightly at her moan before her hands trail down my chest to the hem of my pants. Christa doesn't seem to have any intention of pulling them off yet. I could dig the foreplay. She takes my lip between her teeth and pulls back slightly before returning and I slide my tongue into her mouth to explore. Tongue brushes teeth before meeting her's and I unconsciously lean forward into the kiss, my light brown eyes closed. Christa was amazing. Not just because of the sex and kisses, but she had an amazing personality. I was glad to have met her that day in the park.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 20:41:06 GMT -5
I almost frown when he teases me and find myself only enjoying it. When we kiss again, he slides his tongue into my mouth and his tongue meets mine after he explores. Mine suddenly decides to put up a frisky dance with his as he pushes himself forward. I move closer to him, now not even sitting on him but keeping a few inches off of his lap, holding onto his cheeks as my chest met his. I smile slightly, still remembering the rainy day we met and loving it. If we hadn't met then, I don't know how my life would have turned from that day and I didn't want to know. I only cared about us.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 20:52:07 GMT -5
Her tongue meets mine and I let out a groan as they move together. I wanted her, but I could make myself wait. Not everything was about getting to the point soon, and I was enjoying this. Alot. Her hands hold onto either side of my face as we kiss, her chest meeting my bare one. I hook a thumb through the belt loop of her jeans, playfully tugging at it though not pulling it down, but giving the impression that I wanted to. I was glad that Christa had come back with me that day, though I wasn't exactly proud of getting her pregnant. I felt guilty about it, feeling that I'd somehow ruined something. I'd also taken her innocence.. though she didn't seem very pure at the moment.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 21:01:54 GMT -5
I smile as he groans and continue moving my tongue without knowing what I was really doing. I feel him tug at my genes playfully and almost want to pull them down for him. He had lost one article of clothing so wasn't it fair I lost one soon? I shrug mentally and debate on what to take off first. I finally decide on what to take of and smirk slightly as I break the kiss. I move to the empty side of the sofa and hope that Gene would help me as I begin to unbutton my pants and shove them down past my knees, successful in getting them stuck. Damn skinny jeans liked getting stuck around my calves.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 21:12:50 GMT -5
We keep kissing for a couple minutes before she pulls back and I open my eyes, wondering what she was doing. I watch as Christa moves over to the other side of the couch to start pulling her skinny jeans down, soon getting them stuck. I grin and grab the hem to pell them from ehr calves. They were inside out now, but, whatever. Before she can sit on my lap I crawl on top of her, one knee finding its way between her legs, one hand on the arm of the couch and bearing most of my weight, the other running over her cheek lightly. Finally I push myself back so that I'm straight on my knees, giving Christa a challenging look, resting my hands on my hips.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 21:20:44 GMT -5
I smile a Gene pulls my jeans off and look at him as he crawls onto me. His hand that runs over my cheek is caught by mine for a second before he's sitting on his knees. I decide to be devious and reach up enough to pull down his pants, looking in his eyes as if I was innocent. I want to pull him down or sit up to kiss him but he was too far and on top of me in a way. I keep my eyes on his longingly, waiting for him to return on top of me. My hand finds its way to his and I intertwine our fingers.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 21:39:07 GMT -5
Her hand grabs mine before she reaches to pull down my pants. Or, as far as they'll go while I'm on my knees. I lift one leg up after the other to shrug them off, dropping them on the floor so that I'm just wearing my boxers. Christa's eyes meet mine and I raise my eyebrows innocently, looking down as her hand gripped mine. She apparently can't read my mind, and I glance away awkwardly, running my thumb over her hand lightly. I'd been hoping for a blowjob, but apparently she hadn't been thinking along those lines. I knew I should have been considering myself lucky that she seemed in the mood, but I was still a tad disappointed.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 21:43:41 GMT -5
I smile up at Gene and sit up slightly, releasing Gene's hand. A smirk comes across my face and I knew what he wanted. My hands fumble with the hem of his boxers before even they find their way to the floor. -Le Fade to Black- I smile over at him, picking myself up from the floor slightly with a giggle. It was odd that it had gone from the couch to the floor but a couch would never be big enough when you liked to move around. I wipe a bit of the thick white substance from my face before giggling and laying on my side to look at him. |
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 22:12:34 GMT -5
-after le fade-
My chest heaves as I stare up at the ceiling of my apartment from my place on the floor. Damn. Christa had eventually gotten my meaning, and I was extremely glad. I push my orange hair from my face, looking over at her as she turns to look at me. I grin at her giddily, my breathing having evened out slightly.
Her giggle reaches my ears and I sit up, looking around for my boxers. I was done for today, honestly.. unless Christa decided she wanted to start being a stripper and practice for me. Then it might be a different story. |
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 22:29:56 GMT -5
I smile and pull back on my clothing before yawning and looking at the clock. I could barely read it from how tired I was and I sat up. "I think I'm gonna head to bed," I say, looking over at him. I force myself up and walk to my bag, pulling out a tank top and shorts, deciding to change right here. I sigh and look at Gene, smiling. "You gonna join me?" I ask as I stand outside the bedroom door. Eventually he would join but I liked it better when he crawled in next to me and held me as I slept.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 22:42:35 GMT -5
I stand after she does after I spot my boxers, walking over to pick them up before pulling them on. I stretch, looking over at Christa as she spoke.
"There's sorta a TV there. We kinda got distracted." I reply, a smirk crossing my face. I walk over to where she was standing at the door, not able to help the swagger in my step.
"Where do you wanna put it?" I add, flicking off the light in the living room and reaching in to turn the one in my room on. I look over at Christa, wanting to kiss her but not wanting to taste myself.
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