And more than I could have ever expected happened. The more time that Tammy and I spent together, the closer we got. We became really close friends, creating a close-knit sisterhood with Amelia and Tammy’s best friend, Sheila, who owns a flower shop.
My flavors and Tammy’s decorating skills have proved to be a lethal combination, so much so that we’ve been featured in magazines and even on the Food Network.
Elliot and I had been living together for three years and it had been the happiest three years I could have possibly imagined.
And now our little family was growing.
“I want to keep our happiness going forever,” said Elliot suddenly, dropping down to one knee.
I clapped my hands over my mouth in shock. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this in a crazy crowd of college graduates, milling about in caps and gowns, taking pictures and celebrating.
“Candace Prewitt, I love you,” he said, taking my hand in his. “I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Will you marry me?”
He pulled a ring box out of his pocket and flipped it open, but to be honest, I hardly noticed. I didn’t care about the ring, all I cared about was that he was mine.
Forever.
“Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes, of course!”
We shared a long, passionate kiss, the rest of the world falling away, until I was breathless and my head was spinning.
“Let’s go home. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do,” I said, grinning.
The moment we crashed through the doorway, we headed to the bedroom, completely unable to keep our hands off of each other.
After tugging the graduation gown over his head and tossing it aside, he undressed me, gentle with my protruding belly and swollen, sensitive breasts.
While he took a nipple between his lips, I stroked the growing erection in his pants, feeling him grow harder under my touch.
He tugged open his fly and let his cock spring free and I hastily shucked the rest of his clothes off of him, aching for the feeling of his bare skin on mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, planting a kiss on my belly and running his hand over it.
His hand slipped lower until his fingers parted my wet folds and toyed with my clit, making me gasp. The changes in my body made everything feel more different, more intense, and the pleasure was almost too much.
Finally, he parted my thighs and positioned himself between them, driving his cock inside me. I let out a howl of pleasure and my body convulsed.
Pleasure built fast and I came once, twice, more…I started to lose track. It all felt so good it started to blur together into one long tunnel of ecstasy and I rode it out eagerly until he finally reached his own climax and shot me full of his hot load.
Sated and spent, we collapsed on the bed, gripping each other for dear life, trying to come down and catch our breath.
“I love you so much,” he murmured, leaning down and kissing the top of my head.
“Right back at you,” I replied with a sleepy smile.
He chuckled, seeing that I was fading fast. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured, “Sweet dreams.”
While I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t tell him what I’m thinking. The truth is, I don’t care about what goes through my head when I’m asleep anymore. Because no dream can possibly compare to the dream come true that I get to wake up to.
The End
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I try to picture myself in that situation and shake my head. Feeling lonesome, I pour myself a glass of wine. I take a sip and set the glass on the coffee table. I lean back against the couch cushions. The movie switches to a romantic sex scene.
I imagine myself in the arms of the leading man. I think about how it feels to have him kiss me passionately. Suddenly it’s not the actor from the TV anymore. It’s Andrew.
I'm shocked but I can't stop myself from thinking about it. My hand slips inside my pants. I start gently stroking my pussy. I imagine that it's Andrew instead of me. He's teasing me, getting me ready for what I really want.
I stroke my fingers up and down, lightly playing with my clit. I imagine him sucking on it. The thought makes me thrust against my hand.
That felt so good that I do it again. I change the fantasy and imagine that he is actually inside me. That feels even better.
I start to moan as I imagine him pushing against me. It's not my fingers, but his cock that's sliding in and out me. Faster and faster.
I can't hold back anymore. Thinking about Andrew playing with and sucking on my clit makes me cum all over my fingers.
Then I get up and wash them off in the bathroom.
