Their bare, sweaty bodies joined in a passionate cocoon on the surface of their day bed; their tongues and fingers both entangling as they rolled wild across this perfect resting place.
“Though somehow I don’t think we’ll be getting much rest tonight,” Jasmin mused, taking in her breath as her lover bowed his head to her breasts and covered her nipples with his lips; kissing and suckling as he massaged her back with gentle, loving hands.
“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this,” he whispered, his trim hips bolting forward to meet hers as the tip of his shaft teased her tender cleft.
Throwing her head back, an ecstatic Jasmin thrust herself against him; her voluptuous breasts crushing the surface of his chest as her legs entrapped his waist.
“So it’s true,” she smiled, staring deep into his eyes. “You dreamed of me too.”
In answer to her words her aroused lover plunged his cock to the soaking depths of her warm, tight pussy; holding her gaze as the lovers exploded in one another’s arms.
Their kisses were frenzied as his long, hard shaft probed and penetrated her; surging forth to her core as their arms clung together in a binding embrace.
Jasmin’s heart pounded as Joel kissed her senseless, pulling her body closer than close as their chests and thighs locked.
At one point their eyes flew open to ensnare one another in an intimate stare; one that reflected the intense heat of a friendship caught fire. He thrust against her as his engorged shaft probed and filled her; and then with a final mighty thrust he carried them over the edge.
Sealing what seemed an eternal bond of friendship and love, the couple’s lips smacked together as their beings ignited in the heat of an intense, multi-layered orgasm; one that enshrouded them in a haze of unbridled passion that threatened to consume them whole.
Moments later they lay together in a loose, easy embrace, their longtime friendship instantly recaptured as they whispered in hushed, slightly delirious tones about the totally cool thing that had just passed between them.
These whispers ceased moments later, as a loud, resounding knock resounded from their front door.
“Loud, obnoxious and totally unwelcome,” Jasmin pursed her lips, throwing a wary glance in Joel’s direction. “It has to be my ex-boyfriend.”
Her suspicions were confirmed moments later, when a key turned in their lock; allowing the entrance of a man whose pained expression brought endless delight to the watching couple.
“Oh really, Jasmin? So this is how it is?”
Peter Moore came to stand beside the couple’s day bed; planting his hands firmly on his hips as he observed their blatant nakedness.
“I just can’t believe this, Jasmin. I make one stupid mistake,” he held up a firm finger for emphasis, “and you choose to seek comfort in the arms of your himbo, man whore roommate?”
“That’s me!” Joel waved his hand enthusiastically in response to Peter’s insult. “Really Peter, did you think that this wonderful, extremely sexy woman would stay single for long?”
Ignoring Joel’s jibes, a chagrined Peter shifted his gaze to the face of a smiling Jasmin.
“I came to see if there was any remote possibility that you might want me back,” he sighed. “I guess, though, that the answer is no.”
Jasmin nodded.
“That, my dear, would be a fair assessment,” she agreed. “The only thing I want back from you at this point is the key to my apartment.”
Dismissing her shocked, scowling ex-boyfriend with a casual wave, Jasmin next turned to the smiling hunk who rested in her arms. And somehow she got the idea that he’d be staying there awhile.
“As far as what I want from you, dear man,” she kissed his smiling lips, “that question is going to take more time to answer.”
“I’ve got all night,” Joel assured her, pulling her closer than close and covering her lips in a binding kiss. “Not to mention the rest of my life.”
Jack and Blue — Sexual Desires
by Andrea Dunn
She kept telling herself this wasn't a big deal and that in the big picture it didn't matter. As a college senior she had much more important things which should be on her mind, but so far she felt like she was on top of the world and that her next step would be a step down the hill towards middle age.
Liz was every high school girl's dream- or at least she was what she had dreamed about when she was still in high school. She was President of the most prestigious sorority at a major college, about to attend her spring formal. Plus, her fiancé would be on her arm for the entire evening which almost always boded well for her physical inner self.
The spring formal always centered on the outgoing senior class and the resulting farewells which ensued. She would again be in the spotlight she so adored, though the opportunities for her to shine in this picture frame were starting to narrow given her impending graduation.
Liz laughed to herself for a moment, thinking again about how they labeled things as 'formals' which turned out for just a fancy term for prom-for-slightly-older-kids. Curtis would be there shortly to pick her up and get them over to Daytona Beach, a short two hour drive away from campus.
She went over again all the items she would need for the weekend getaway, knowing all the while that no matter how many times she went over this, something important would be forgotten. Everything was neatly laid out on her bed and she mentally ran down her needs from head to toe and then glanced on the bed to ensure she had things in hand. This was the third time she'd done this and she assured herself that after this time she would actually pack.
Hair spray, makeup, bra, panties, garter, heels, dress, earrings, moisturizers of several types, nail polish, lip gloss, lingerie, toiletries, curling iron, razors, condoms, 2 swimsuits. She thought she had just about everything she needed. Still unsure, she slowly put everything in her bag- except the dress of course, which she would take on the hanger.
As she hung the dress on the door frame to the bathroom she shared with three of her sisters, she imagined how she would look in it. She always loved to turn a head and look slinky and hot though stopping just a foot short of slutty. This dress she knew she could work to the hilt and perhaps a bit beyond. It was short but loose enough to let her dance should the mood strike her. But more importantly it accentuated her breasts, which she knew were her best asset. The dress was sure to get her plenty of looks from her sisters' dates and create some jealousy in Curtis, which was just fine with her given his recent track record.
Almost on cue, she heard her phone buzz with a text from Curtis that he was out front for her. Nothing like chivalry, she thought to herself sarcastically as she tossed her bag over her shoulder. She'd need to come back for her dress.
'You could help, you know,' she said as she came out, spying Curtis lounging in his car. Thankfully he had popped the trunk for her so that she didn't need to do that as well. Perhaps out of shame, he did get out and give her a quick peck on the cheek as he closed the trunk for her.
'Oh,' Liz exclaimed, 'I have more inside.'
Curtis just shrugged and followed behind her into the sorority house. They both knew she was out of his league but Liz had grown adept at using that to her own advantage.
'Is that your dress?' Curtis asked on getting back to her room, seeing the hanging bag. 'Let me look,' he said, making a move to open the bag to get a look inside.
'Um, no-ooo,' Liz replied, slapping his hand playfully, but with just enough force to get his attention.
'Well love, what is it worth to you to keep your dress a secret- at least for a few more hours?' Curtis queried, a cool look in his eyes.
