I needed a miracle

Micki

I rather liked his answer and was glad he was being normal as he told me to keep the bed warm and dashed off to the bathroom. I slipped out of bed as he returned and took his robe loving the way it smelled as I wrapped it around me. I had not even thought about bringing clothes with me to wear today. I guess I had not been thinking of what came after as I used the bathroom and saw my reflection. I spent some time washing my face, the cold water feeling good. I rinsed out my mouth and wondered what would I face when I returned to his bed and his bedroom.

I was running my fingers through my hair as I returned the robe loosely wrapped around me.
 
I knew how I'd felt last night when I'd climbed into bed, but I still wasn't sure about Micki. She hadn't said much last night, in fact she'd been unusually quiet I thought. Had she been maybe a bit high? Smarting from a fight with another guy? Had she been trying to prove something? Haa I just been a "revenge fuck"

I admit it; I'm a guy. I don't tell the gifthorse to say "Ahh". If a plum like Micki falls into my lap I'm not going to go around asking why. But I know enough about Micki to know that she's not easy. She deosn't make a habit of sneaking into guys' beds. At least, I've never heard about it. And, why should she? She can pretty much pick and choose whomever she wants, whenever she wants.

I can see that I'm going to have to deal with some social dynamics here, the kind of stuff that usually makes my eyes glaze over. So if all you want are the juicy parts, I'd skip all this who-feels-what-for-whom material.

First of all me: Mark Klapper, a single guy of a certain age who's been around enough to have a pretty good feel for what's what. Never been married, never wanted to be, but I was now at an age when I was just as happy hanging with a girl as I was hanging with my buddies. In other words, I was finally growing up. Lately I had found myself not just horny when the weekends rolled around, but kind of lonely for someone too. I'd had girlfriends before, and I'd had girl friends before, but had never thought of looking for someone who could combine both. I think I was ready to start looking for that.

Second of all: Micki. She belonged to one set of friends and I belonged to another set of friends and we kind of meshed a lot. I knew guys who had dated her, and she knew girls I had dated, but we'd always kind of missed each other. I say "dated" like the guys picked up the girls with corsages and went roller skating with chaperones, but it wsn't like that. It was more like we hung with each other and couples would form and dissolve. A few of them got serious, but not enough to break up the groups. There was a lot of talk and teasing about sex, but it was always more talk than action.

At my age I still hadn't really settled down into a job or "career"--a "career" being a job where you wore a suit part of the time--and had only been working for Bryn Industrial for a couple months doing sales. Before that I worked as a substitute teacher, drove a cab, junk like that. What I really liked was making films for TV; cable stuff, documentaries. It was hard to stay employed in that field though. A step up from being a rock musician.

Lately Micki had been seeing guys outside of our circle. She was a good looking girl and I always thought she was very sexy, but she'd never seemed like my type. She was a little too together for my scatter-brained life, maybe a little too ambitious. She seemed to like the stock-broker yuppie types, the Lexus and BMW SUV's, weekend vacations, that kind of thing. More power to her, I thought. She just wasn't going to get that with me.

So when I found her in my bed, I figured she had had a tiff with her latest dude and had come to me out of spite/ But, like I say, I was glad to see her. I was glad to see her still. I just wasn't expecting too much from this little visit.

She came back into the bedroom and threw my robe on the bed, as naked as can be, and she climbed back in.

"Cold, huh?" I asked her as I pressed close.

"Freezing." she said.

I was expecting her to tell me I'd been wonderful and it had been great but she had to get going, but she didn't. She was on her back and I was on my side facing her with my arm over her chest. I kissed her cheek and just rubbed my lips against her soft skin. Without my permission my hand closed on her breast and started rubbing, and to my srurpise she closed her eyes and sighed. Her lips parted. She looked like she was enjoying it. I know I was.

"Just a minute." I said. I jumped out of bed and closed the shade and the curtains. It was bright outside and I didn't like that. I liked this dim little world we had to ourselves right here.

I jumped back in bed and now it was Micki's turn to warm me up by pressing against me. She was still lying on her back and I resumed caressing her breast, but I got up on one elbow so I could kiss her mouth too, and she gave me her lips as if curious to see what I would do with them.

"You kiss nice." she said. "I like being kissed."

"Mmm. I like kissing you."

She did like being kissed. She liked it so much that her body began to move and her breath started to come warm through her nose when I kissed her. Her lips clung to mine when I withdrew, as if reluctant to let me go.
 
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Micki

The more I thought about it the less I wanted to talk about it, so what if I had been looking for the one and finding the users, the slime, and the boring. Perhaps it was the stability of their jobs that made them boring. Maybe part of the thrill of Mark was his ability to be lost and not know what he wanted to do with his life. A relationship with Mark was not something I had really thought of, my mind had been more on friends who fuck until they decide it no longer works for them. Of course our mutual friends would be all over us with pressure about hooking up.

I did not want to think about any of that and as I slipped the robe off and snuggled back under the sheets I just liked how safe and secure I felt. It was a heady feeling and when his hand began exploring my breast I must of sighed in contentment as he said "Just a minute" and closed the shades. The room dimmed and felt more intimate with just the two of us. I laid there with open arms welcoming his return and my mind reverting to cave logic as I said, "You kiss nice, me like being kissed." It certainly got the right response as his lips covered mine again. It was odd how someone I had known for so long could turn my body on with just a boyish expression.

I did not want to play mind games however and decided that if asked I would not avoid the truth. For the moment I hoped his logical mind was out of the loop as I pulled his head back to me for more kissing.
 
I was in no hurry to get out of bed, and, thankfully, Micki wasn't either. I didn't know if I'd ever have another chance like this with her, so I just decided to make the most of it.

As I kissed her, it slowly dawned on me that she wasn't just being polite or patronizing, she was enjoying it. She was really enjoying it, just as I was. So I continued.

I started kissing her breasts, licking each one in slow circles, working my way up towards her nipples, but not touching them. She liked that. She ran her fingers through my hair and cooed with pleasure, and when I finally reached her nipples she hissed with pleasure and arched her back up at me.

There's something very nice about early morning sex, half asleep, all warm and fuzzy. She opened her legs to me and I climbed between them and slid into her. She smiled up at me shyly, but with a wicked little twist to her grin. She was so warm and soft and tender that I could have just laid there inside her all day.

Well, not really, because after a bit she started moving, whcih made me start moving. But ity wasn't that hot and impassioned sex of the night before. It was more like cuddling, a lot of slow kissing and sighing, very placid and sensual. We moved against each other like waves on the shore.

Several times she had me on the edge and I made her stop because I just didn't want it to end, she felt so good and looked so beautiful as she strained against me. I just let her fuck me this time, using my cock for her own pleasure, letting her work me around in her and touch her where she liked in best.

Soon she was breathing raggedly, her hips loving insistenly beneath me. The girl knew how to make love. Not that she was doing it for me necessarily. I loved the way she used me, that sly selfishness that had her gasping and moaning and trembling against me as she worked her way slowly up to her orgasm, scrubbing her clit against the base of my cock., stirring me around inside her.

And then she started panting. "Oh God!" she whispered, and I knew she was starting to come.

I took over then and shoved into her myself, ground against her, grabbed her tight little ass and pulled her tight against me so I could give her all of it. She didn't scream. She just started shaking, and her arms and legs tightened around me, and as I felt her spasm in her climax, I let go and came inside her in wonderful sweet, prolonged bursts of ecstasy that she drank in with pleasure till we both collapsed, sweating in each other's arms.

I guessed we fell back asleep, because when we woke up I was horny again.

"Come on," I said. "Let's take a shower. I'll wash your back."
 
Micki

"Good idea," I mumbled as I wondered what was going on, were we going to spend the entire weekend in and out of bed? Right now I doubted I would mind at all seeing how it had been quite some time since I'd had a lover. Even as I stood the word echoed in my head, lover, it sounded so odd to call him that, but right now that's definetly how I felt. He let me have what I needed often giving it before my body craved it. This was not some selfish one time thing where each person was responsible for themselves. It made me feel all warm and tingly inside, something I had not counted on, wanting to fuck Mark all weekend was one thing, taking it beyond that was quite another.

At least his bathroom was not the usual disaster area of a long time bacheleor, neither was it sparkling, it was just right. I felt him step up behind me and I stopped so he would run into me. I loved how his body rested against mine, how I could feel the warmth from his skin.

I just hoped he would not want sex in the shower, it was one of the most impossible tasks unless positioned so that I would be out of the water. Besides he was just enough taller than me that standing would be a difficulty, unless he pressed me against a wall.......my mind was finding ways around the blocks to image him inside me again. I smiled and glanced at him, "I like my showers near scalding, so I'll let you choose the temp." I smiled as I figured I'd get a nice look at his ass while her turned on the water.
 
I hoped you wouldn't get the worng idea and think that I wanted sex in the shower, which I've always thought was pretty difficult if not downright dangerous.

But on the other hand there's no better way to get to know someone's body then when you have her lathered up and are washing her with your own hands. There's nothing like rubbing a soapy body against yours and feeling those nice soft tits sliding against you, or feeling a woman's hand washing ,my hard, slippery cock. And I am partial to cunnilingus in the shower because I can pretend all that water running into my mouth is a huge flood of her love juice.

She wanted it hot, so I'd give it to her hot. I let her go in ahead of me because girls always get cold in the shower so I wanted her to stand under the water. Then I got some soap and a cloth and did her back, baking her lean against the wall so I could rub her good. I was gentler on her ass, and I took a long, slow time, going down her crack.

I turned her around and soaped up my hands, then spread the lather all over her body, concentrating on her tits. They way they slid under my hands drove me wild and I had to kiss her. I felt her smile as I kissed her. No doubt she was thinking about how predictable men are: give them a pair of boobs to touch and zing they get hard.

I was hard now and poking at her, but I had nothing to hide. I washed her pubic hair gently. I didn't want to get soap inside her where it could irritate. I'd leave the shower before her to give her a discreet moment to wash in private, but now I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of that body against me.

I wanted her again. I hadn't stopped wanting her since last night, but I didn't want to wear out my welcome either.

"What would you think about going out to Rudy's for breakfast?" I asked her. "Or did you have plans for today?"
 
Micki

When he said wanted to wash me, that was what he meant. I wondered is he would let me wash him as I poured a little shampoo in my palms and began lathering my hair which only served to lift my breasts up and move closer to him. My well lathered hands crept up your neck to work on your scalp rubbning my leg against yours, welcoming your touch but not asking for anything. When you asked about breakfast I realized I would have to pick up clothes from my place or something. I was debating being seen together in public when I was this entangled in wanting his body.

"I have absolutely nothing else planned today." Mainly because I either hoped to be spending it in bed with him or at home eating ice cream and soaking in a bath after being rejected. "This may sound selfish, but I'd much rather raid your fridge and fix up omelets or something rather than share you with the public." I pulled his head down just enough to kiss him. It was a distracting kiss to entice him to not want me to get dressed much less take the time it would take to go out for breakfast.
 
Well, my intentions were good, but Micki seemed to have other ideas of how we should spend the rest of the morning. That was fine with me, but...

This was starting to bother me a little. Usually it's the girl who starts asking about the relationship, trying to find out what your intentions are towards her, how you feel about her. We'd had sex now 3 times, and I was ready to have her as many times as she would let me. But this was just so strange. Why was she doing this? I really had to know.

We stepped out of the shower and I let her have my terri robe. I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat down on the john.

"Micki," I said. "I don't want you to think that I'm not enjoying this, because I really am, and I'd like you to stay as long as you want. I'd always hoped this would happen between us. But this is so unexpected. I'd like to know what's going on. I mean, what did I do to deserve this?"

That didn't quite sound right, so I tried it again.

"If it's just sex, if you're just lonely, that's great. I'd like nothing better than to stay her with you all weekend. Longer even. But if there's something else going on, I'd like to know about it."
 
Micki

Ah, the question, why couldn't he have just let it be, then again it was unexpected. "do you think you don't deserve me? do you think I'm lonely? Forget I asked," I pause and move towards him pulling my hair back from my face. "This has turned out better than I expected, and at first I just wanted to feel your touch and fuck you senseless," I pause watching his face, "But this morning when I woke up next to you," my lips twist into a smile as I consider my next words, "It was different. I've never wanted to be with anyone like I want to be with you, and I'm not just talking about amazing nookie and I hope you realize that." I take a deep breath, "Right now I want to be here as long as you'll have me. Does that answer your question?" I had not asked what he thought, because inside I was scared that this was just casual or just great sex, and in the pit of my being I felt more. I certainly wasn't ready to admit that, at least not yet.
 
"Right now I want to be here as long as you'll have me. Does that answer your question?"

I'm afraid I might have just stared at her for a minute, not believing my ears. If I had written out an ideal answer for her to say to me and handed it to her, it couldn't have been better than that.

"Yes." I said, swallowing. "Yes. That's fine. Yes. Great."

I stood up. I guess I laughed. I went to Micki and turned her around, put my arms around her and kissed her. She kissed me back and I kissed her back again, and one thing led to another.

I opened her robe and put my arms around her naked body and she put her arms around my shoulder. We were lost in that kiss, lost deep. She was the only thing that existed for me; her mouth and the feel of her in my arms, the taste of her, the way she pressed against me.

There are sexy kisses, and there are kisses that mean more. This one meant more. The was a full body kiss. This one wasn't body to body; this was soul to soul.

What she had said to me couldn't have been more perfect, and I wanted her more now than ever, Not just sexually, I wanted all of her.
 
Micki

The kiss was startling in it's intensity and having shared what I wanted I opened myself up to the kiss and felt it all the way to my toes. I was losing myself and I didn't care as long as he wanted me, that was what mattered right now. My whole body was involved in that kiss, from having to stand slightly on my toes to reach his lips to how my fingers were splayed across his back.

I found myself at a loss for words when our lips parted and finally I whispered breathlessly, "Breakfast?" I needed a moment to think to collect my head and heart and stop feeling the blood pulsing in my veins. A small part of me wanted him to carry me off to bed and say that breakfast could wait, another part wondered what kind of cook he was. I must have been smiling as his lips curved in a smile before he spoke.
 
"Breakfast." I said. At least that's what my mouth said. My eyes said something else and so did hers.

But no one lives on love alone, and absence makes the heart grow fonder and blah blah blah. I was starving myself. I wondered what kind of cook she was, but then, this was my place, and, being a guy who likes food, I can cook pretty well.

"What would you like?" I asked her as I reluctantly let her go. "Are you hungry?"

"Whatever." she said. "And yes. I'm ravished."

"Okay. You do whatever it is you do in the morninbg, and give me a couple minutes."

I put on the coffee and scrounged around in the fridge. I had some mushrooms and some bacon, so I cut up the bacon and cooked it, poured off the fat and sauteed the mushrooms with the bacon, folded them into a nice omelet with some gruyere cheese, and toasted some english muffins. The whole thing took maybe fifteen minutes and she came in to watch me towards the end, coming up behind me and pressing against me, distracting me terribly.

We ate in the dining room, glancing at the paper. But our eyes skept on meeting and we both knew what we were thinking about.

As soon as the dishes were in the sink I put my arms around her.

"Jesus, Micki, I'm beat. Maybe we should take a nap."

She smiled at me. "Funny, she said." That's just what I was thinking.

And with that we both ran to the bedroom and jumped into the bed.
 
Micki

I fixed my hair back in an inpromptu ponytail and went back to his bedroom and took one of his dress shirts out and put it on. I buttoned only a few buttons and walked back to his kitchen. Whatever it was it smelled good, and upped my opioion of him and made me think of long term for a minute. I walked into the ktichen and pressed up behind him and kissed his shoulder.

"Smells fabulous," watching him eat was very distracting and finally the paper interupted my line of sight to his mouth. Our eyes kept meeting and i could feel the internal desire giggle bubbling up inside. We put our plates in the sink in a hurry and when he suggested a nap I knew he did not mean sleep as I had gotten an amazing nights rest some how.

We chased each other to the bedroom and I bounced on the bed sitting up on my knees. Slowly sliding my fingers down the shirt, slowly undoing the top button. "I know it sounds odd but wearing your shirt is a huge turn on." I smiled and loved how he was looking at me, like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.
 
"I know it sounds odd but wearing your shirt is a huge turn on." she said, hugging it around her.

"Me too." I said, getting on the bed behind her. "I love the way you look in it. Like a waif. A very sexy, gorgeous, waif. A little girl who's just waiting for some man to take advantage of her."

As I said this I put my arms around her and kissed her neck, brushing her hair aside with my face. I took the lapels of the shirt and pulled it so it was tight against her, so it squeezed against her breasts, then I opened the shirt and took her breasts in my hands. I trailed my fiongers down the front of her body to her pussy and touched her softness and she leaned back against me.

I slowly pulled the collar down off her shoulder till the sleeves wer partway down her arms. Then I took the shirt and twisted it, so it bound her arms behind her.

"Mark!" she objected, but too strenuously.

"What?" I asked as I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. "Isn't it time for a little fun?"

"I can't move my arms." she said.

"I know. That's the point." I pushed her down on her back so that she was lying on the shirt, her arms trapped behind her, leaving her breasts exposed and defenseless.

Now I attacked her with my mouth and tongue, taking my time, knowing she wasn't going anywhere, licking her all over her tits, beneath them, against her ribs, the outsides where they bulged off her chest, between them, the upper slopes. I flicked my tongue softly at her nipples, barely touching them at all, almost fanning them, then watched them stiffen as she moaned on frustration.
 
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Micki

"I can't move my arms," normally I would be thrashing and freaking out about such an action, but with Mark it was playful and he wasn't doing it to punish me, though considering how I loved using my hands it was more of a punishment for him. My mind finally got what he was doing as he went for my breasts, it was about preventing me from distracting him. I wondered if he knew how much I really loved having my breasts teased, it was driving me nuts, that I couldn't reach out and touch him or even squirm enough to get him to look at me.

"Do you have the slightest idea what you are doing to me?" I moan as my back arches pressing my breasts up towards him. My tone was lusty and positive indicating that he should by all means continue. I smiled and said, "If this is what you mean by a nap, we should definetly nap more often."
 
The trouble with making love to a woman is that she always wants to make love to you too. That's fine most of the time, but sometimes you just don't want her to interfere with your enjoyment of her body. Like now.

Micki's breasts were just wonderfully sensitive. I could tell that last night, but with her grbabing me and kissing me I just couldn't concentrate on them like they deserved. Now I could, so I tasted every inch of them, then I went back over them with licks and little lip-nibbles, and by the tiome I was finishing these up, her back was arched and she was rolling back and forth on the bed, gasping and pleading with me either to stop or to keep going, she wsn't really clear on that point.

Didn't matter. I'd lost my towel long ago and my cock was standing hard and proud. Her legs opened for me and she raised her knees and I slid right into her again, feeling her shudder as I did.

She finally managed to get her arms out of my shirt and she wrapped them around my back. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed so that her ass was hanging over the edge, worked my arms inside her legs and pressed her knees back against her breasts, opening her up do me so I could get as deep as pissuble.

My feet were ein the floor now, so I could fuck her from the ankles; really ram myself against her, and with her legs up on my shoulders, I let loose with all my passion, all my need for her, fucking her brutally, making her feet twitch every time I bottomed out in her. I fucked her fast, hard and deep, and her cries and moans were music to my ears.
 
micki

Considering most of last night had been about animal lust, this morning had been more tender, right now it was about need, blind driving need for each other. I finally wrestled my way out of his shirt and wrapped my arms around him, fingers digging along his back caressing his muscles needing him to feel my need, to know just how much I enjoyed it. It was a snug fit when he slide in and I found myself thankful that he was adept and well hung.

I felt hims moving so that I was at edge of bed and his feet on the floor, he pulled my legs up and I was moaning in no time as he thrust in and out. The break for breakfast had energized me and given me a little time to relax and now I was more than ready.

Eventually I was moaning and muttering his name mixed with oh yes and dear lord and oh my. It didn't matter what I was saying as my lips parted in a final moan, hips rising to meet him, eyes rolling back in my head.
 
With her knees pressed back on her chest I could look down and clearly see where my cock entered her body as I pumped it steadily in and out. Such a sexy sight! I could even reach down and tickle her clit and I fucked her, which made her grab my arms and wiggle her hips in excitement.

Her face was flushed and excited, and her moans and sounds of encouragement just made me fuck her harder until I found a rhthym where her hips actually were bouncing off the mattress in time to my thrusts, like dribbling a basketball.

At this she lost it. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she looked like she was on the verge of passing out. One look at her like that and I felt a thrill all the way down to my toes; I was suddenly just about there. She looked so absolutely fucked, so ravished, so out of her mind with lust

"Micki!" I gasped, "Baby I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come again, baby! I'm gonna..."

She growled something and dug her nails into my arms as I caught her as he bounced up and drove her ass down hard into the mattress, sinking the head of my cock deep inside her, holding her tight while I throbbed and spit the rest of my come into her belly, my body jerking with release.

She spread her legs wide as she felt me come, then closed them around me, locking her hells around my back and pulling me tight to her. Even as I began to shrink in her she wouldn't let me go.
 
Micki

I was surprised at the intensity of it, every time was different, unique, and amazingly intense. I just locked my legs around him and pulled him down to me. I loved the feeling of his cock slowly slipping out of me and I wondered if I would ever sleep in my own bed again. "Can we just stay in bed alll day?" I asked not wanting anything more than to just find out what turned him on and such. All sorts of erotic thoughts flitted through my mind ever going somewhere and making out in his car.. but right now I just wanted to keep him joined to me.
 
At last I had to pull out of her, just to catch my breath. I ended up sitting on the floor with my back against the bed. Micki slowly crawled over to where I was, laid on her stomach and played with my hair.

"Can we just stay in bed all day?" she said.

I laughed. "You'll wear me out, Micki." I said, taking her hand. "Besides, I've got things to do today. You probably do too, huh?"

She shrugged. "Not really." She was quiet for a minute and asked, "So what do you have to do today?"

"Well..." I thought about it. Some errands, get some groceries, pick up my dry cleaning. Supposed to go over to Jerry's to watch the game. Nothing really.

"What are you doing tonight, Micki? I was thinking, maybe we could get together tonight too? I mean, I'd like to stay here tonight, if you'd like. Maybe we could go out and get something to eat tonight, catch a movie or something?"
 
Micki

"Why Mr Mark Klapper are you asking little ole me out on a date?" I ask batting my eyelashes doing my best scarlett o'hara impression. I did have a few things that could be done today and sincerely regretted I couldn't just tease him into performing all day long. "Perhaps I shall have to teach you to pace yourself." I throw in as i debate what I was going to wear home and what if anything would be appropriate to bring back with me tonight.
 
She seemed in no hurry to get out of bed, and, actually, I was in no great rush to go shopping. But I was afraid we'd burn out if we kept on going like this, so I dfrageed myself off the floor and got dressed.

I made Micki promise to come back at four. That's a little early for a movie, but, well, we might want to revew our aquaintanceship, if you know what I mean, and that would give us time to lie around a bit before we did whatever we were going to do.

When I left, she was still naked on the bed.

"You know," I said, "If you just want to stay here all day, that would be fine too. I'd love to come back and find you here like this, Micki. It makes coming home worth it."

I blew off the guys, went shopping for groceries. I shoudl ahve asked her what she likes to eat, but I just guessed. I got some stuff so I could make pizza, which I do pretty well. I also got what I needed for a cheese fondue, which I still think is one of the most romantic meals around. Four bottles of wine (why not), and the rest of the stuff was more prosaic.

I ran the rest of my errands and got back around three,
 
Micki

After he left, I looked around for a while and thought about what he said. He'd be back at four, and while I loved lying in bed I did not think I could stand to be alone here at this time. I pulled the shirt back on and stole a pair of boxers. I collected my coat and securely put it on. Things were so different by the light of day and I found my thoughts wandering all over the place as I drove back to my place. I changed and decided to put his shirt back on, noticing how my bra showed through it. I smiled and combed my hair and put it back in a braid that hung down my back. I ate a snack for lunch, as I wasn't sure when we'd have dinner, and packed a few things I would need and headed out. It was just past two so I stopped at the store and picked up a few extra things. When I pulled up outside he place I wondered what I was doing and where the heck this was going.

Things had happened so fast last night, and I hadn't left any room for discussion but now, it was daylight, and we would both be clothed. I glanced at my watch it was just before three as I approached the house. I checked the door and noticed it was unlocked as I stepped in. I headed up to the bedroom, tossed my bag down out of the way and took the time to make up the bed. As my fingers smoothed the sheets it brought back memories.
 
It was ridiculous how I missed her while I was out shopping. I was only gone a few hours, but I found myself hurrying back to the apartment. It seeme like my decision for us to go about our separate business for the day was a really dumb one. I began to fear that she just wouldn't come back. I shouldn't have let her go alone. I should have gone with her. She must think I was trying to get rid of her.

By the time I got back to my place I was just about in a panic. I grabbed the groceries and ran up the stairs, and when I found the door still open, I figured she hadn't come back. But as soon as I stepped into the place, I knew she was there. I don't know how. I just knew.

"Micki?" I called, just like a husband coming home.

"I'm in here." she called from the bedroom.

I put the stuff down in the kitchen and went into the bedroom. Her hair was in a braid and she'd changed. I must have had a funny look on my face, because she got a funny look on her face, wondering what was wrong with me.

I tried to keep cool. No sense in showing her how relieved I was she was here. But I couldn't keep from going up to her and taking her in my arms and kissing her. And it just kind of happened. She just melted into me, spread all over me like butter on an ear of corn.

It was just supposed to be a kiss hello, but suddenly my hands were all over her, and she'd wrapped her leg around me and was pulling my ass into her, her tongue earching deep into my mouth.

"Oh Micki!" I said. "Micki, Micki!"
 
Micki

He looked at me like he was amazed I was there and I gave him a look and suddenly he was upon me and I craved his touch as my leg slide up along his and pulled him into me. "Miss me?" I softly asked finally breaking the kiss and pulling away for a moment to catch my breath, stepping back and feeling the bed I sat down suddenly. He had been so distant saying we should do whatever we needed to, and now he was overjoyed to see me. I felt as if my heart were a yo-yo spinning from being held against him to being flung away.
 
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