Part 21 (2/2)
”So you see, it wasn't you.”
”You poor thing.” With that, she rolled toward me. I turned onto my side, and we hugged each other, the pillow soft and thick between our chests. She kissed me, but it wasn't like before. It was gentle and sweet and motherly.
Right off, I knew I preferred the other sort.
What with the covers off and still being sweaty, I started to feel cold except for where the pillow was and where our bodies touched. Sarah didn't have a st.i.tch on, so it must've been worse for her. I couldn't stir myself to fetch up the blankets, though, because it felt so peaceful to be laying with her that way.
I was glad I'd told her the truth. Now she knew I hadn't found anything wrong about her. her. There was more to it than only that, however. When you've got a dark secret, it doesn't seem quite so terrible after you've talked about it. Especially if the person you've told is someone as sweet as Sarah. There was more to it than only that, however. When you've got a dark secret, it doesn't seem quite so terrible after you've talked about it. Especially if the person you've told is someone as sweet as Sarah.
I took to thinking about the way things had gone for a while there before Whittle'd ruined it all.
By and by, I said, ”Of course, yours are still attached.”
She asked, ”What?” in that surprised, amused way she had.
”Your bosoms.”
”Yes, they are.”
”Perhaps if I should...become accustomed to them.”
”What?”
”Perhaps they wouldn't put me off.”
”I see.”
”Shall I have a go at it?”
She didn't answer, but I felt the pillow slide away. She tucked it under the side of her head. ”I'm to be your cure?”
”I do hope so,” I said.
She laughed softly, but then caught her breath when I curled my hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
That night, I got accustomed to attached ones. Whittle stood in my way for a while, but finally he skulked off and there was only just me and Sarah in that room. I held and caressed and squeezed those b.r.e.a.s.t.s of hers. I lifted them and shook them. I rubbed my face all over them. I felt their nipples press my eyelids. I licked and kissed and sucked.
Hardly got a good start on them before Sarah tugged the nights.h.i.+rt off me.
She thrashed about and whimpered and moaned and hung on to my hair and gasped out my name over and over again.
We wrestled about considerable.
We were all over each other, touching everywhere, and I didn't feel shy once.
Then I found Sarah on top of me. Next thing I knew, her mouth was jammed against mine and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were mashed to my chest and she took hold of me below decks. But not with her hands. I felt myself sliding into a tight, juicy place where I wasn't sure I ought to be. It felt bully, but Sarah acted like she was in pain, and that rather scared me so I tried to get out.
”It's all right,” she gasped.
”I'm hurting you.”
”No. No. It's where...I want you.” And then she shoved down and I went all the way in so far and deep it seemed I was getting swallowed up by her.
Well, I'd been feeling for a while like I might just bust. All of a sudden, that's exactly what I did do. I tried to pull out quick so as not to mess her, but she clutched my rump and wouldn't let me. I couldn't get out. I couldn't stop, either. Nothing to do but let it happen right inside her. The way she twitched and yelped while I unloaded, I figured she was even more upset than me.
When it stopped, I felt so embarra.s.sed I wanted to die.
”I'm so awfully sorry,” I said.
She kind of relaxed, sinking down on me and panting like she was all tuckered out. She rubbed her cheek against mine, her hair making my face itch, her breath hot on my ear.
”I didn't mean to do that,” I told her.
”What?” she whispered.
”You know. Do Do that. that. In In you.” you.”
”It was wonderful.”
”But I've...gotten you full of yuck.”
She laughed softly, jiggling. ”It's not yuck, darling. It's your love. You've filled me with your love.”
”Was that...supposed to happen?” to happen?”
”Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”
Well, that came as a considerable relief.
She went on kissing me. By and by, my love commenced to leak out of her. It syruped me up, and turned cold. But I didn't mind, for Sarah was heavy and warm and acting like I'd done her just the most wonderful favor of all time.
I felt pretty much the same about her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.
Fine Times Before you know it, we both got stirred up again and had another go-round. This time, I took the top. I rather knew what to expect, so I wasn't scared. The only surprise was that it didn't end so quick. I got plenty of chance to plunge about and appreciate things.
After we finished, we pulled the blankets over us and snuggled.
”I love you so much, darling,” she whispered.
”You're simply smas.h.i.+ng,” I said.
She laughed softly, her sweet breath caressing my face.
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