Message-ID: <36319asstr$1020197402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: valen_thyan@hotmail.com (Valen Thyan) X-Original-Message-ID: <6e069ad4.0204300641.40a8db2e@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 30 Apr 2002 14:41:48 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 30 Apr 2002 07:41:48 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Impossible Lovers: Once Bitten {Valen} (MF rom real) Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36319> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates 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. ---------------------------------------------------------- comments, questions, adulation: valen_thyan@hotmail.com other stories can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/valen/www -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+