I was in his bed, eyes half open, body curled, deep with all of the scents of the covers while my ass rubbed across a half-wet puddle of semen on the once nicely folded and Downey-coated sheets. Lost momentarily in my deepest thoughts of the morning my nose inhaled lingering sweat, sex.

I had only gone to talk to him. I didn't have time for anything else. The thought of seeing him again made me part nervous and afraid, and guilt-ridden as hell because what he meant to me. By luck, or fate, or maybe pure coincidence we met one January day. There he was sitting with two faceless women and a small group of men whose faces disappeared as fast as I tried to recall them. I do remember the conversation they were having.

It was about the inevitable position of finding yourself with someone in the most intimate, but embarrassing situation. One of the guys intimated about a time he got caught fucking his English professor in a broom closet… One of the women, about a seemingly endless tirade about getting caught with her ex's best friend. I remember all of these stories being mildly amusing, but I guess I am thinking about how embarrassed I felt inside knowing that I wanted do to this man and what we DID that night.

The night we met, we had walked down the street, down another street, to nowhere in particular. We stopped near a playground of a school. We stood and talked. I recalled the distant lights of the RiverWalk area floating by my memory, but that was the last time I paid attention to anything else. I remember searching his dark eyes; they seemed so rich in experience, so sincere. During the conversation back at the bar, he had only nodded his understanding. I think about the intimacy of that moment, faced with the realization that part of me would love him and hate him, and feel great because I wanted him that night and knew that we would be somehow changed by it all.

I kissed him. The memory brought back a flood of feelings, reminding myself of what he tasted like after months of hopelessly attempting to remember. He slipped his hands into the pockets of my jeans and pulled me closer and everything seemed perfect as we walked up the steps to his townhouse in the front door and directly to an awaiting sofa seemingly already warm with anticipation.

Startled by the presence wailing of a passing siren, I rode myself back to reality… I now remembered how I got here and stayed here after making excuses for all of my previous obligations. I remembered tracing my fingertips around his nipples and watched how the hair on his back stood up followed by an erection that wiggled past his partially unzipped pants. He motioned me to sit on hip lap and though I obliged I wanted to control the pace, I watched him quiver as I paced my skillful tongue down the nape of his neck and sealed his lips. I liked his taste. He gasped in mounting arousal and again, I sealed his lips, kissing him forcefully pushing my tongue deeply inside his mouth and moving my tongue against the roof of his mouth. To his surprise, I pulled his manhood deeply inside my mouth and worked him to an almost decided implosion. Pausing for a minute, I let him regain himself for surely another moment or two of that and he blown his top.

I lowered myself on his throbbing and pulsating cock, his head so swollen and engorged with blood, he gripped my waist, lifting me off the couch, working himself deeper inside me as we whisked me off to the bedroom. There we fell to the bed beautifully intertwined, genitals joined, mouths attached. Within moments, he pulled himself out of me and ejaculated across my stomach, never stopping groaning and shaking and gasping for breath. I reached for his warm sticky deposit and placed my fingers in my mouth to taste, his essence…

I smiled. His fingers traced the top of my left thigh and then my right. His hands pushed me onto my back and directed my knees apart. I could feel his breath on the tender sides of my thighs and he positioned his mouth over my clitoris, sucking, lapping, and rolling it beneath his tongue. I came with a long hard moan. Then shuddering and still tingling from orgasm, I remained poised where I was…wrapping my legs around his shoulders, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was not through…

About and hour passed as we lay there talking about almost nothing, but decidedly in more than a more than superficial conversation and how love can hurt…

He stood up and kissed me, but his flavor was coated with mine. When he asked me to do something to him, I was reluctant because I had remembered that I was not supposed to be there and now all kinds of time had passed. He sensed my uncomfortable nature and slowly guided my head up and down his once again hardened shaft. I loved the way he tasted… He seemed to have this special interest in fucking me. I had felt almost animalistic but there had been parts of me that felt incredibly submissive and sexy. After he became sufficiently hard again, I knew it was time to take him into me. I remember him moving his fingers across my sticky labia and slightly touching my already throbbing clit. He slapped my ass and as he began to thrust, I noticed his stiffness carried a greater deliberation than before… I came again loudly and forcibly. The length of his dick jerked against the walls of my ever so wet pussy, flooding the passage now more than magically, it caught me at the crest of my own orgasm. Hardly able to catch my breath, I was overcome with an almost happy and giddy feeling of knowing I had milked him again. His smile was almost sheepish, like a young boy caught doing something sneaky. I smiled back at him with the recognition that despite all of the things that weighed on my mind, I snuggled in the crook of his arms and drifted off to sleep… recalling how good he felt next to me, I listened to him breathing and felt my own heart beating at the same pace…

As I lay there, remembering this time, and thinking about all that happened in our short time as friends, I watched him walk up the street and out of sight. So I took a bath and wondered aloud how all of this came to be… I wanted him inside me again and there in this moment of nothing, I reached back as my own strength filled my heart…