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Subject: {ASSM} Impossible Lovers: Midnight Kiss {Valen} (mf-oral rom real)
Date: Sun,  7 Apr 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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IMPOSSIBLE LOVERS: Midnight Kiss

by Valen (valen_thyan@hotmail.com)


I gently awoke to her silhouette.  She was looking at 
my crotch, stroking my cock lovingly through my 
boxer shorts.  She'd aroused me in my sleep, and 
despite the fog of waking the bulge in my 
underwear betrayed anticipation.

She'd been out late with some friends, and I had 
already gone to bed.  For some reason, while it was 
permitted for us to have sex in her bedroom, I was 
obligated to spend the night on a couch in the 
basement.

She knelt on the hard floor next to the couch and 
leaned over me with her head tilting slightly to one 
side.  Moonlight leapt down the stairs and wrapped 
her hair in a soft white haze.

In the cool light, her skin kept a pale, powdered 
regality while her expression revealed pure 
adoration.  Her gaze swept slowly up to my face 
and she was startled to find me awake.

Her smile grew from wistful reverence to playful 
giddiness as she delighted in my confused 
expression.  It was seldom that she showed any 
affection and had never initiated sexual encounters.  

Like any couple, we had our share of disputes, but 
our age- or perhaps just a flair for the dramatic we 
shared- escalated these to catastrophic crises.  
Inevitably, I would end up being the one to 
concede, for the sake of peace.  But the outcome of 
the arguments wasn't what bothered me.  I spent 
much of our relationship not knowing how she felt 
about me- whether it was truly love.

People will say that a sixteen-year-old couldn't 
know love from lust, but I learned, beyond doubt, 
the distinction that night.


For a second I panicked; I had no idea what was 
expected of me.

She abandoned my cock for the moment to cup my 
face in her soft hands and press her full lips to mine.  
Her tongue wiggled side to side in my mouth- her 
usual kiss- but it felt more aggressive, probing deep, 
as if looking for a shortcut to my soul.

Content to relinquish control of the situation, I 
relaxed and ran my fingers through her thick hair.  
Her hands fell from my chin to my chest, gently 
massaging tiny circles as they made their way down 
my body.

After a short while, she broke our kiss and moved 
back down to my groin.  She reached into my 
boxers and gripped my cock, squeezing softly as 
she dropped warm, wet kisses on my ticklish belly.

I fought to keep from squirming as my senses were 
tossed between being tickled, and the intense 
pleasure of my cock being squeezed in combination.  
As this continued, she began pulling my cock away 
from my body, and my boxers came down with her 
wrist.  She held it upright as her lips jumped over 
my pubic hair and began planting those same wet 
kisses up the length of the shaft.

Her nails raked ever so slightly the sensitive skin on 
the back of the glans and the muscles in my lower 
back began to tremble.  At length, her kisses 
reached the tip of my head and the last kiss was like 
the calm before a storm.  I opened my eyes and 
looked down to catch her face pulling away from 
my cock with a gossamer thread of pre-cum 
connecting us.


To call it a blowjob would be an insult to the 
sensations that washed over me as her moist lips 
slipped over the head of my cock.  My knees lost all 
sensation and the hair at the back of my neck stood 
on end.  Tiny arcs of electricity crisscrossed my 
scalp and my shoulders pulled back of their own 
accord, thrusting forward my racing heart.

She suckled softly, bobbing her head only slightly 
as her tongue made love to my cock.  An orgasm 
began brewing in the pit of my stomach and once 
more, I opened my eyes to watch her.

I have a mental photograph of the first time we met 
one Valentine's Day at her boyfriend's house.  The 
cold of winter had flushed her cheeks red, imparting 
a cherubic glow.  Her bright blue eyes sang to me, 
and her smile left me feeling winded.

It took me a year and a half to work up the courage 
to confess my feelings for her.  She had long since 
broken up with the boyfriend, who had also been 
my best friend until age drove us apart.  But three 
years and hundreds of adventures later, here she 
was, capturing me with that same beauty all over 
again.


Parallel to the sexual excitement building in me, 
another kind of joy was also growing.  I was 
gradually realizing the reciprocity of my feelings 
for her.  Despite our tumultuous relationship, there 
was a reason that she wouldn't give up, no matter 
how loud the shouting became, or how much it hurt.

Her hand slipped further into my underwear and 
circled my balls.  Her fingers played with them 
gently while those magnificent nails teased my 
scrotum. 

I could restrain myself no longer.

I drew a deep breath that caught in my throat as my 
whole body tensed up for the ultimate moment.  The 
muscles in my cock began to spasm and hot cum 
shot into her mouth.  I held back the impulse to 
thrust my hips and my toes crossed themselves as 
my shoulders began to shudder.

She lovingly swallowed my cum, and kept sucking 
my cock until it began to soften.  Pulling my boxers 
back up she grabbed the blanket that I'd kicked off 
in my sleep and covered me with it.  She ran her 
delicate fingers through my hair and kissed my 
mouth once more.  I pulled her in tight against my 
chest as we kissed, breathing deep through my nose 
and feeling very much on the brink of tears.


Regardless of her sexual interest that night, I knew 
how she felt about me.  By some irrational sense, I 
absolutely knew that she loved me, and I felt the 
same love for her.

In that kiss, I discovered how love felt, and I was 
like a jigsaw-puzzle piece that had found a perfect 
match.

In that moment we shared pure love, but pure love 
can only exist in the moment.  It doesn't remember 
the past or plan for the future; it knows only the 
present.  But a relationship needs more than just 
pure love to be healthy, and after all, we were 
impossible lovers.

After that kiss, she held me in her arms, stroking my 
hair and watching my face as I returned to the 
slumber she'd interrupted earlier.

The last thing I remember, before sleep took me, 
was her sweet voice whispering in my ear, "I love 
you."


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