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Subject: {ASSM} Impossible Lovers: Once Bitten {Valen} (MF rom real)
Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 16:10:02 -0400
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IMPOSSIBLE LOVERS: Once Bitten

by Valen (valen_thyan@hotmail.com)


It had been a light-hearted evening.  My 
parents had thrown a party for the office staff.  
There had been laughter, song and drink to spare.  
Most of the people from the party went back to their 
own hotel rooms, but somehow it was decided that 
she stay the night.

It was purely innocent- after all; my own 
parents were right on the other side of the partition.

We were eighteen, and considered adults 
where we lived.  We were also both engaged- 
though not to each other.  It had been over a year 
since we'd gone our separate ways.  We moved on 
and met new lovers, but even so, when our eyes 
were locked for too long, my heart would start 
pounding like it did when we first met.

It's difficult to admit you're flirting until 
time sufficiently detaches you from the memory. 

 She was wearing a nightshirt and boxer 
shorts, I wore just underwear.  We were playing a 
sort of tug of war with the hotel's spare blanket.  
Creating excuses to touch each other and trying to 
contain our tipsy giggling.

In hushed tones we held a childish argument 
over who would get to sleep on the cot and who 
would get the floor.  A quick bout of rock-paper-
scissors left her on the floor.  She feigned taking 
offence and insisted that I surrender my only pillow 
as compensation.

We took care not to wake my parents as our 
activity fell to wrestling over the pillow.  We both 
knelt on the cot with the pillow between us.  Each 
of us had a tight grip on the pillow and wouldn't let 
go.  We were out of things to argue over and neither 
of us wanted the game to end.

Time slowed down for me here as I looked 
into her smiling green eyes.  Her cheeks were flush 
with alcohol and adrenaline and she looked so 
happy I felt like crying.  Her soft, pouty lips 
glistened with the reflected light from a streetlamp 
outside.

As my mind reeled to keep pace with my 
aching heart, I eased my grip on the pillow.

She saw the opening and seized it, yanking 
the pillow from my hands and hiding it behind her.  
Realizing that I was about to lose the game, I 
pounced forward to reclaim my prize.

The pillow was trapped beneath her back, 
and she was trapped beneath me.

It was her turn for time to slow.  I could see 
her breath catch for a second as she returned my 
earlier gaze.  The connection was complete.

Her eyelids half-closed and her lips parted 
as my mouth sank down to meet hers.  Her chin 
tilted up and right to an angle that we'd practised for 
so long in years past.

The first kiss that night triggered a flood of 
memories for me.

She wriggled her tongue from side to side in 
the way she always had and it was as if no time had 
passed at all.  I cupped her face in my hands with 
nostalgia, and our hips ground together with lust.

Her kiss was like no other.  It had a sensual 
style all its own that sent my heart flying and got 
my cock hard in seconds.  The only problem was 
that because it got me so hot, I was always 
compelled much too soon to abandon her mouth for 
other, more sensitive areas.

In keeping with my tradition, my lips made 
their way along her jaw line to her ear where they 
paused briefly to allow my tongue to flit along the 
lobe.  Still impatient, they travelled down her neck 
to her collarbone.  My hands left her face to push up 
her nightshirt, revealing her delicate breasts.

I drew my face back for a second to absorb 
the glory of her tits.  From this angle they fell a bit 
flat, but perfect nipples caught my eye.  They had a 
soft pink hue to match her lips and minute crevasses 
gave her areolas an inviting texture.

Lowering my hungry mouth to her sweet, 
cool nipple I drew in a deep breath of her body 
scent.  Though she wore no perfume, the way she 
normally smelled reminded me of a particular brand 
of lotion, but I can't recall which.  Whatever it was, 
the scent had been the same since we'd met in junior 
high.

The guilt that had been trying increasingly 
to get my attention was washed away as I took 
another breath of her intoxicating aroma.

I suckled gently on one nipple while my 
hand tickled and stroked the underside of her other 
breast.  After a short time they switched places and 
she began stroking the back of my head.

She remained lying on the cot as I sat back 
up on my heels.  I moved backwards a bit, pulling 
her shorts down with both hands.  As they reached 
her calves, she spread her knees and her pussy 
opened before me.  Her inner lips were already wet 
with anticipation.

I buried my nose in her crotch and the smell 
of her sex sent a shiver down my spine.  I traced my 
tongue along the edge of her pussy, though her 
sparse hair and over a small anomaly that I hadn't 
seen in a long time.  A small flap of skin dangled 
from her pussy.   It wasn't particularly noticeable, 
but it was unique.  It could have been torn when she 
lost her virginity, but I've never asked.

Her thighs closed in around me, locking me 
into her world.  I forgot about the hotel room, and 
my parents, as I danced around her clit.  Somewhere 
above she made little whimpering sounds of 
pleasure.  I teased her little bud a bit longer before 
moving down to the pool of cum building at the 
base of her pussy.

I dipped my tongue and savoured her before 
plunging it deep into her cunt.  The whimpers now 
became soft grunts as she pushed back against my 
face.  I wiggled my tongue from side to side in her 
pussy as she had in my mouth and her pubic bone 
cut into the bridge of my nose.

My arms were around her legs and my hands 
were massaging her ass while I licked her cunt.  Her 
orgasm had already begun building when she pulled 
my head up from her crotch.

She was never keen on tasting herself on my 
lips and in the old days, I had a habit of attacking 
her throat after giving head.  I automatically began 
kissing and licking her neck after leaving her 
crotch.

"Easy," she whispered.

One word that almost snapped me back to 
reality.  Though my mind was clouded with alcohol 
and memories, her one word reminded some small 
part of me that I shouldn't be kissing her at all, let 
alone worry about leaving incriminating marks.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself 
before gently nuzzling her neck and ear.  She slid 
her hand down my belly and wrapped her cool 
fingers around my cock.

I massaged her breasts a bit more while she 
rubbed the head of my cock along her slit.  For a 
moment I pretended that we'd never broken up- and 
even now we were in her bedroom making love.

My hips began thrusting forward of their 
own accord in time with her strokes.  Soon my head 
was popping in and out of her cunt on each pass.  I 
carefully timed my next strong thrust and her grip 
faltered, letting my penis to slide into her wet pussy.

She gasped as I entered her and we kissed 
hard, passion gripped us and she ignored the taste of 
her own cum.

We began bucking against each other 
furiously and I could feel her cervix tickle the tip of 
my cock on each deep stroke.  She ran her hands 
down my rippling back as I pumped harder and 
faster.

We were both building toward a spectacular 
simultaneous orgasm when I felt her fingers grip the 
back of neck tightly and she pulled my ear to her 
mouth.

"No condom..." she had to force the words 
out of her mouth.

My heart sank and my brow twisted as I 
fought for control over my raging dick.  It wasn't as 
if either of us would have minded having a child 
together; we made a good genetic match.  The 
problem was that we had both fallen in love with 
other people.  A child between us would only work 
if we left our respective lovers and became an item 
once more, but neither of us was willing to give in.

I don't know if we were too stubborn, too 
afraid, or the universe was just against us from the 
start, but I managed to slowly withdraw my aching 
penis from her warm cunt, safe save a drop or two 
of precum.

We spent the rest of the night motionless 
and silent, each with a leg pressed against another's 
crotch.  We eventually slept and dreamt of other 
realities where our love had a chance.  We both 
knew that this was the last time we'd be able to hold 
each other, but it never felt complete.

In the morning, we made as if nothing had 
happened between us the night before.  It was easy 
to convince ourselves that beer got the better of us, 
and our flirting got a little out of hand, but we still 
loved our mates and were just friends.

Nothing had changed- we were still 
impossible lovers.

It had been over a year since we'd had any 
meaningful relationship.

It would be over a year until we'd speak 
again.

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