Floodgates
The early summer air was warm and the wind was faint but noticeable as I walked toward the door. I was the only one graduating from university out of my friend group this year and soon I would be off to grad school. My friends and profs decided to have one last get-together before I left, and I couldn’t have been more nervous.
‘This could be the last time I see her,’ I thought to myself. ‘If I don’t do something today, I could lose her.’
I had wanted her since I first laid eyes on her, and we had become close friends over the years. We were there for each other through it all, through her darkest days and mine, but we had never had the courage to act on our feelings.
As the party went on her and I talked more and more off to the side, with neither of us being the social type. As per usual, I was almost intoxicated by her long red hair, her smile that was sly and inviting all the same, her eyes that held the fire of the very sun, her slender body with pale skin that nearly glowed in the light, her smooth skin that was home to a portfolio of gorgeous tattoos giving her the aura of a walking work of unparalleled art that I had dreamed of exploring for so long. But above all it was her intelligence that drew me to her time and again. Her and I were among the top of our class and had worked together on countless projects.
We came from different worlds, but the undeniable fact always remained: no matter how long it was between our conversations, no matter how much we differed in our personalities, I love her.
She didn’t often dress for an occasion, but tonight she had donned a radiant black dress that was moderately low cut, and had a nylon band around the middle that slightly showed part of her stomach. Her arms were revealed, revealing the immaculate sleeve of tattoos on her right arm. Her fiery hair was tied in a single ponytail, reminding me of the ancient warrior-women we had heard so many stories about in our studies.
We talked throughout the evening, almost oblivious to the rest of the gathering. Finally, I could contain myself no longer and confessed my feelings for her, telling her that I couldn’t walk away from her without letting the years of love that I had denied for both our sakes pour forth.
The silent eye contact that followed felt like being at the bottom of the ocean, my chest being weighed down by the pressure and gravity of the moment.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she took a small, tentative step towards me then, as if a suffocating fog cleared in our minds, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, and I held her close as I kiss back. Her soft lips against mine annihilated the fear in my heart and the weight of the past couple years in one moment.
When we parted our lips, we stared into each other’s eyes once more and with a wave of euphoria washing over me, I asked her to leave with me after the party, an offer she accepted.
We drove together in relative silence, listening to her favorite music, both anticipating the release of the tension that would happen when we were finally alone.
Once at her place, she took my hand and led me to her room where her large, soft, and comfortable bed awaited. The moment the bedroom door closed behind us; the floodgates opened. We came to each other and kissed with an unmatched passion and intensity, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. She pulled my suit jacket off and began working on my shirt and tie, our lips never parting for more than a split second. As soon as she unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, I unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor, and lifted her in my arms, pulling the bottom of her dress up so that her legs could wrap around me. Her hands explored my back and arms as I carried her the remaining couple of feet to the bed and we fell onto the soft bedding together. I reared up and removed my belt and pants before returning to her embrace. I kissed her lips, cheeks and neck as I unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, revealing her soft breasts with small, perky nipples.
I slid down her body and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking tenderly as I massaged the other, listening to her breathing grow faster as my cock grew harder than it ever had against the fabric of her silk underwear. I slid a hand down her panties and started rubbing her wet pussy, feeling her wetness and the trimmed patch of hair above it. I pulled her panties down and off her beautifully tattooed legs and tossed them aside as well, before sinking down and began to lick her pussy, sucking her clit and fingering her as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.
After pleasuring her sweet pussy we shifted to the middle of her bed and as she opened her legs wide for me, I rubbed my cockhead against her tight slit and while looking deeply into her eyes I pushed inside the love of my life. In a moment of shared bliss she wrapped her legs around me as I slid my entire length inside her and began thrusting in her tight, soaking pussy. We moaned together as we made love, grinding against each other faster and faster as we finally gave in to every desire we had. She dug her nails into my back and moaned in my ear as I pounded her with my full length. At last she cried out, orgasming on my throbbing cock as I held her.
We then rolled over and she straddled me, never pulling out for a moment. Pinning my shoulders down and staring into my eyes she began to ride me as fast as she could while I held her slender hips. We could feel each other building towards massive orgasms, our bodies were writhing against each other and our moans almost synchronized. She leaned forward and we were chest to chest as I thrusted up into her in rhythm with her almost frantic riding. She gave me a knowing nod and gave me the deepest kiss yet as we grinded against each other feverishly. At her whisper of “do it” my throbbing cock erupted inside her warm, wet pussy, filling my love’s pussy with my hot load and driving her to another orgasm. She grinded her hips against me as she milked every last drop from me, gently kissing me as we came down together.
We laid together in bed, holding each other as if we would never let go. We talked of how we could make love work through the difficulty posed by my going away to grad school, but we promised that even if miles separated us, we would never be truly apart again. We fell asleep next to each other, the sound of her slow and steady breathing being the most comforting noise I could imagine.