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From:  "Allen Wilson" <all4wilson76@yahoo.com> Date:  Tue
Aug 10, 2004  7:29 pm Subject:  My Girl <Flash>

Like I said. Here is a portion of something I've been
playing around with. Just because I like it doesn't mean
its good (Where did I hear that?) Let me know what you
think. AFW

My Girl

I've never been with someone like her, ever. I'm sleeping
with my girl. Her hair is draped over my shoulder, but the
room is so dark I can't even tell what the color is. I can
smell the shampoo she used,the the soap she showered with.

I'm in love.

She's spooned up behind me so tight I can feel her nipples
pressing against my back like pebbles. She's almost as tall
as I am and she fits perfectly, bend for bend. Her face is
pressed into the back of my neck. I can feel the tops of
her feet under mine. As she start to put pressure on my
feet my knees bend even more. I feel my ass sticking
further out pressing harder against her pubic bone.

Ever so slowly she starts rubbing herself against me. Its
almost like she doesn't want to disturb me. The thin strip
of hair between her legs is fine, not course like most
women I've known. All I can feel is her vagina rubbing
against my ass, as my cock gets harder without either of us
touching it. She continues to rub herself against my butt.
I can start to feel the moisture on her pubic hairs. Her
fingers join her rubbing, spreading the moisture over her
clitoris. It's directly exposed to the friction we're
making. I try to turn my head to see her face but all I can
see is the ceiling, as her face is still buried between my
neck and the pillow. The pressure builds in me. Her fingers
enter her vagina to hurry her orgasm. Small kisses graze my
neck. My free arm reaches behind me. I know what she wants.
I grab her hips and push her back against me harder. I feel
very, very close to cumming. My girls' breathing changes
from the fast deep breaths of pleasure to short gasps as
her orgasm approaches. Her stomach begins to tighten and
the rocking behind me becomes more insistent. Her clit must
be raw, as it's exposed and pressing harder into me. It's
pressing into my ass harder leaving a trail of wetness on
my ass. Still her rubbing continues till I hear the cry of
her orgasm behind me, muffled as her mouth presses hard
against the pillow.

I can feel the dampness left behind me. My girl pushes her
hips forward trying to get the last bit of pleasure out of
our act of love. The fingers that were in her pussy
tentatively lock with mine on her hip. This slightest
squeeze is my only thank you for giving her pleasure. I'm
happy that I gave her a gift, expecting nothing in return.
We drift off to sleep both content and satisfied. I wake
up. I know three things. It was a dream, I'm not content
and I'm not satisfied. As close as I was, I didn't cum. I
never do in this dream. I'm fully awake now, it's gray and
raining, like my mood. I feel the tightness between my legs
of having had been turned on and shut down once again. I
don't have sex in real life so why should I have it in my
dreams, I reason with myself.

oOo

As I enter the kitchen the radio is on, playing the latest
music. It's almost as fowl as my mood. Who ever heard of a
rock group calling itself KISS. Well at least they won't be
around long. Why not something like Elvis or Jerry Lee
Lewis. Then I see and hear the reason for the top 40
station. Jennifer is singing to the music. She looks up at
me, smiling, positively glowing. How the hell does she do
that?

"Cereal?" comes the mumbled question. Her mouth is full
and the spoon is on the way up again.

"I told you before…"

"I know," comes the instant reply. "You were enlisted in
the Navy. No breakfast with officers for you." The smile
gets just big enough so her Captain Crunch won't fall out
of her mouth.

It's just the usual for me coffee. "So are you all set for
tonight?" I ask.

"I guess so. I just wish Mary hadn't gotten the chicken
pox now. We work good together," came the thoughtful reply.

"Well it'll be up to you tonight, Jen. Don't worry I'll be
there."

"But I hate playing center. I'm a forward." I could hear
the tone start to change. "I need to move my butt up and
down the court."

"You need to do what the coach says. You're in the
playoffs already, don't complain." I said, trying to change
the subject. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Had trouble getting to sleep at first, but I loosened up
with my usual routine and slept like a baby." She was
glowing again. "You?"

Well Ollie what a fine mess now, I thought. "I always
sleep like a rock." Was the not so truthful reply. "Once
I'm down nothing wakes me up." that was the truth.

"Ya I know Gene." Now there was the smile I was use to. "I
got a letter from Mom yesterday and said she'd be back from
Germany the end of the month. Do I really have to go home
then? Can't I stay?"

"You know the answer is no. Go or you'll be late for the
bus."

"See you tonight Uncle Gene." Then came the kiss on the
cheek, and out the door she ran.

Think its bad now wait till she's in High School. I said
to myself. I needed more coffee.











  
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