It’s almost noon, Sunday, warm, and very lousy. The status of our relationship is very confusing, I have no clue what’s going on, but one thing I am assertive of is that I am dripping.
I find you on the couch and instead of shedding some light on my dilemma you are rolling a reasonable solution. I slide next to you on the couch. We smoke, some random show plays, you fetch me breakfast, it’s all normal, nothing like half an hour ago.
We have rolled a lot of blunts, over the morning, it has me dizzy. The stupid foot stool keeps slipping away from my feet, you being much taller, are fairly comfortable though. You realize my half asleep, super stoned struggle, and pull my legs on your lap. We are back cuddling, you have more access this time.
One hand slowly pulling on my top on my back and your other hand stroking my ankles. Slowly sliding the ankle trousers up my ankle to my calf. You know zones well. My knees tickle when you get there. “Your knees tickle?” you ask goofily and I excitedly sit up to tickle your knees. Nothing -_- But you see it as an opportunity to untie my hair and slide your hand all around my back, still massaging but now sliding in my bra slowly. Why not just remove it? Meanwhile I slid back from your knees to up your thighs, pressing my palm pausing on your crotch, and then finally in your t-shirt. I kiss your neck, and look at you. We have connected eyes for the first time since we started playing. I get what’s happening now, you want me to make a move.
I won’t, I did 3 years ago. You get that.
But I still want to play, I stretch back and lie down on the couch, my hands above my head, arching up and my legs resting in your lap. You have had it, you open up my legs and get in between them. Then slide on my stomach till my blouse is over my tits. For the first time you have a full view, I help you with the blouse and pull it off. That’s your que.
You lean on top of me and stop an inch away before kissing me, staring at me. Then tucking my hair off my face, and my bra off the hook. The room is so silent that we hear the “tuck” from the hook and that’s our kickstart. I pull you in for a kiss opening my legs wider. Positioned perfectly, only if there weren’t these clothes.
We kiss, our tongues struggling and our hands gripping and exploring.
You pull off my bra and your frustrated build up is evident in your grip on my boobs. I slide of your tshirt, breaking the kiss for a second and distracting you from my tits, and you slide right into my trousers. Struggling your way down my belly, between my legs and…
“Tring… tring…”
I forgot my appointment, I have to rush, straightening my clothes, I find my keys. You help me with my shoes and get the door for me. I turn around for a hug, toeing up, you kiss my forehead and say goodbye.
“It was a fun weekend”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/omyulp/fm_platonic_part_2