Make Me Warm Again...

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Make Me Warm Again...
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Sun, 03-17-2013 - 6:56pm

"I guess I miss human warmth more than anything else."

She stretched in her arm chair and looked at him from across the room. He occupied his own armchair in stoic silence, waiting for her to say more.

"That's it," she said. "That's all. I miss the sex, of course. I mean, who wouldn't? But, more than anything, I miss reaching over and touching somebody."

They had met at her apartment to discuss plans for the summer. More people were supposed to come to plan a one-week beach getaway together, but it was raining heavily, which left the others rained out and left them rained in. He tried to get to his car but the streets looked dangerously slippery, so she practically dragged him back into the apartment with the promise of hot cocoa and a welcoming couch until the morning. 

She had been divorced for a year. He was her friend, divorced for slightly longer. They had been discussing the embarrasing fact that neither of them had been with anybody since their respective divorces. He had been on two first dates, one of which had ended with a rather awkward kiss in a cab, but she had not even been on a date. She had not been touched affectionately, non-platonically, in more than 18 months. 

"But you do miss the sex," he replied. "I know I do. A man can only take so many cold showers."

"Or go through so many bottles of lube!" she laughed.

He stretched lazily and looked at her from over his glasses. "Desparation leads to friends-with-benefits, you know. You just ask."

She looked at him thoughtfully and couldn't decide if he was just joking. They had known each other more than 8 years, and it was still pretty difficult for her to figure out if his casual flirtation was just harmless jokes or lead-ins for something else. She did know, however, that they always had a great time together, and that she wouldn't have minded at all if things moved in to the next level. 

She shifted her weight in her armchair and clung on to her steaming mug. She swallowed with great difficulty and cleared her throat discretely, although in her ears it sounded loud enough to wake up the neighbors. Why not? 

"Come to bed with me!" she said it very quickly, as if she was afraid she was going to change her mind mid-sentence.

He turned sharply and almost spilled his cocoa all over his pants. 

"Come to bed with me," she repeated. "Just to sleep. I meant what I said about missing human warmth. I just..."

"Okay," he said. 

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"I miss human warmth too." He winked and put the mug on the coffee table. "Yours is as good as any."

"Tease!" she laughed and walked over to him, kissing him on the forehead. "But you're a brave tease, wanderig into no-man's land like that."

"Don't worry. This man knows how to defend himself. Now do you have anything for me to wear to bed? I don't supposed I can sleep in my jeans."

"I have a t-shirt you can borrow."

"T-shirt and boxers it is then..."

"I hope you don't mind my Futurama pajamas then. I keep them for special occasions, so I thought I'd celebrate your visit."

"Good to know that you're trying your best to seduce me," he quipped. "I'm extremely seducable these days."

She threw the t-shirt at him and retreated into the bathroom for a quick shower. He stopped briefly on his way to the bedroom and looked at the closed bathroom door. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. In his mind, it looked like he had overdone the innuendos. He's going to be in her bed in a couple of minutes, something he had been trying to do for the better part of the previous 8 years, but it seemed his jokes had just been a bit too jokey, and he had absolutely no idea what to do from there. He decided to let things go naturally and see what happens, but he couldn't help looking miserably at himself in her full-length bedroom mirror and wondering if the invitation for a sleepover was just that, a sleepover, and if he was destined to be friend-zoned forever.  

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Thu, 07-11-2013 - 10:11am

Great story, hope it doesn't end here

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Sun, 06-30-2013 - 10:05am
Excellent installment! More please :)
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Thu, 06-20-2013 - 6:54pm

His hands were full of her soft flesh while one of hers moved up and down his back as the other rested on his chest. Their lips finally parts and, as he took his first deep breath in a while, she moved away from him. He almost panicked until she settled on her knees next to him and started unbuttoning her nightshirt all the way down. He turned over on his back and watched in amazement as she stared right into his eyes, her fingers deftly manipulating the tiny white buttons, gradually revealing her body. When all the buttons were undone, once again he had to remind himself to breathe. His erection was lying heavily on his belly, and she smiled as she shook the nightshirt off her shoulders and reached down to lift his t-shirt. He rose to take it off, and as he came back down, she was already sliding off his boxers. He was so hard, his penis got caught on the elastic of the boxers as they came off and he reflexively flinched, reaching down to help her pull them all the way down. She pulled a comically sad face and lay next to him. "I'm going to have to apologize to him for all the pain he had to suffer, you know," she whispered in his ear, her hand sliding down his stomach and over his thigh, her breast resting against his arm and chest. His heart was beating out of his chest as she ran her hand to the inside of his thigh. He stiffened in anticipation of the moment when it finally brushed against his erection, his testicles hardening and his stomach glistening with precum. But instead of touching him, her hand stayed where it was and she kissed him, her tongue running along the inside of his upper lip. When she looked down at him, she smiled again and moved her hand from his thigh to hold his hand, gently lacing her fingers through his and bringing it to his side. She slowly slid down his body, and, with so little blood now reaching his brain, he only realized what she was doing when she did it. Her lips gently closed around his sensitive tip in a soft kiss, her tongue wiping the wetness off of it. He yelped in surprise and squeezed her hand. Without thinking, he pulled her up and flipped her over, lying on top of her, panting into her mouth as he kissed her. 

"I didn't see that one coming," he struggled to say as he felt her open her legs underneath his and wrap them around his, their toes touching. 

"That was only a preview," she smiled against his lips. "There's plenty more where that came from."

She raised her hips underneath him and felt his head strain against her, wet with his excitement and her surprise apology. He kissed her harder and deeper, supporting his weight on his elbows as he held her hands on either side of her head. When they came up for air, she closed her eyes, relishing the tingling sensation between her legs as he brushed against her but never entered her. 

"Open your eyes," he grunted softly in her ear. When she did, he smiled down at her, squeezed her hands, and made that final push with his hips that took him all the way into her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he invaded her, and he covered it with his own, his tongue exploring hers as he pushed himself inside her.

It took all the strength in his body, all his will power, to resist plowing into her like an animal. He moved slowly, deliberately, his body rubbing against her clit as he entered her. He had always been silent in bed, but now he was surprised to hear his own strained groaning every inch he gained into her. She, on the other hand, was softly vocal about her approval. He struggled not to let her moaning tip him over the edge, but the drought of the previous months and the fact that he was with her of all people were too much for him. He raised her arms higher over her head, and she understood his need the second she saw his flushed face and dazed eyes. She rose to kiss his lips, bucking against him and clenching around his tortured organ. He gasped, and resistence made no sense anymore. He raised his body and instinct took over, slamming into her as if his very survival depended on it. One look at the ecstasy on her face and the rhythmic movement of her breasts was all he needed, and he collapsed on top of her, breathless and spent. 

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Sun, 03-31-2013 - 9:10pm
Great story. Please continue this board has been too quiet for too long.
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Sun, 03-31-2013 - 8:47pm

She walked into the room in a nightshirt and Hello Kitty slippers. He was in bed, propped up against a couple of pillows, going through her Vogue and wondering if there was anything underneath that nightshirt. The room was cool, and as she raised her arms to towel dry her hair, the nightshirt was pulled back and the crisp cotton outlined the curve of her breasts and hinted at nipples visibly responding to the cold. She walked to the other side of the bed and silently turned off the light, leaving the night light on. He didn't know what to do with himself, nearly freezing in place as she slid under the covers beside him. She lay on her right side with her back to him for a minute, and he kept looking at pages upon pages of ads until, very slowly, she turned around to face him. 

"You're not doing much in terms of providing warmth, you know," she said.

He took off his glasses and put them on top of the magazine on the nightstand. Not knowing what to do with himself, he lay down facing her, keeping one arm under the pillow and the other extended alongside his body. 

She watched him for a second then moved in closer. She took his arm and put it around her waist and wrapped her own around his, burying her face in his neck and aligning her body to his so every inch of them touched. Suddenly he noticed that he hadn't breathed in a while, and as he exhaled, all the blood in his body rushed south and he felt her body still as his erection strained against her belly. They both stopped breathing, and he knew right there that that was it. It either moved forward from there, or it stopped forever. 

As he willed himself not to make any further move, he heard her sigh and lift her leg, draping it over his hip. Without looking up, she placed her flattened palm over his chest and whispered, "your heart is beating so fast."

Silently, he moved his hand to the small of her back and pulled her closer, his fingers touching the top of her buttocks, feeling nothing underneath. She crept up, her nose touching his, and closed her eyes. He leaned in closer but never kissed her. They both lay still, their lips parted with barely any space between them, just breathing each other in. Her arm and leg were still around him, and his hand applied constant pressure against the small of her back, but the fabric was merely an inconvenience; he pulled the nightshirt up, just enough to bare her ass. His hand hovered in the air for a moment and he looked straight into her eyes, seeking permission. She closed her eyes again and closed the almost nonexistent space between their lips, pressing her lips against his while her hand crept underneath his t-shirt,  running all the way up to his shoulder blades. He took that as a yes and inhaled deeply as he spread his hand over her ass and pulled her close enough for her to feel his erection against her mound.