Archive-name: SpecMome/birthday.txt

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Archive-title: Birthday





    The rain falls gently on the window pane, and you sigh.  

Each droplet makes a trail of water as it runs down the glass.  

The dark, grey sky clouds your thoughts as well as the light, 

and you leans on your hands on the windowsill. Your boyfriend 

promised you a nice, quiet, secluded picnic, and now nature has 

made its own plans, and it doesnt include your happiness.  Once 

more, you sigh.

    Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and you open it to 

find your boyfriend there, flanked by his roommate and best 

friend, both of whom are comically attired in white dinner 

jackets, bow ties, and white silk towels draped over their arms.  

You wave them in, and immediately the two friends enter the 

room, and clear a space on the floor.

    One of them disappears outside the door again, and 

brings in a beige blanket, and a blue one.  Your boyfriend comes 

in a wraps his arm around your waist, and explains, "I couldnt 

find a red checkered one."  He shrugs, and you laugh.  You 

toussle his hair, and give him a kiss on the cheek.  He turns to 

you, and says , "Happy Birthday."

    You lean forward on your toes to give him a kiss.  Your 

lips touch his, and the feeling of his flesh gives you a feeling 

that you haven't felt in a long time, one of comfort, safety, and a 

little bit of desire.  A crack of thunder awakens you to the 

weather outside, and you think about how glad you are to be 

inside at this moment.

    A white sleeve brushes against you as your boyfriend's 

best friend sweeps by to place the silverware in place around 

the paper plates (what's a picnic without paper plates, your 

boyfriend explains), and you laugh at the sight.  He hugs you 

tighter, and you squeeze him back.

    His roommate steps in, brandishing two silver candlesticks, and white

candles.  Placing them in the center of the blankets, he stands 

up, and holds his hand out to the best friend. 

    "What?"  he asks.

    "Matches,"  the roommate responds.

    "What about them?"  With that, you laugh out loud at 

these two friends as they argue.  You bury your head into your 

boyfriends arm, as he slaps his forehead.

    "Where are they?"

    "Didnt you bring them?"

    "Of course I didnt bring them.  YOU were supposed to 

bring them."

    "I wasnt supposed to bring them."

    "Well neither was I."

    You are laughing hysterically now, because the look on 

their faces is so comical, you just can't help it.  Your boyfriend is 

shaking his head back and forth, muttering something about 

getting good help these days...

    Suddenly, one of them says, "Wait a minute."  He fishes 

into his pockets and pulls out a bic lighter.  He looks at the 

other, who shrugs.  With a great flair, he flicked the lighter on, 

and reached down to the candle.  Just before it was about to 

light, it went out.  Soon, there he was, bent over, flicking the 

flywheel desperately trying to get it to light.  You are laughing 

so hard that you can barely see.

    The other says, "Gimme that." and attempts to light the 

candle, but also has trouble.  You are gasping for breath, 

laughing as you see both of them, their white dinner jackets 

falling over their heads as they try valiantly to light the candle.   

After several tries, it lights, and they striaghten up, trying to 

look as if nothing had gone wrong.

    One of them places a pillow at one of the place settings, 

and with a flourish ushers you to your seat.  The other does the 

same with your boyfriend, and he sits.  Then, they bring in a 

small musical keyboard, and a small picnic basket, and a plastic 

bucket filled with ice and a bottle of white wine. Your boyfriend 

noties you eyeing the plastic bucket, and explains, "Limited 

finances."  You smile to tell him that he has nothing to worry 

about.

    The two friends stand in the doorway, bow very deeply, 

then exit, and close the door behind them.  You laugh, and tell 

him, "They're sweet."  He smiles.

    He pulls the keyboard on to his lap, and he is about to 

speak, when a clap of thunder interrupts him.  It is a long, 

rolling thunder, and he waits patiently for it to end.  He turns 

on the keyboard, and starts diddling on the keys.  You know 

that he is a very good player, and the small keyboard doesnt do 

his talent justice.

    "I wrote this song for you."

    And he began to play.  The music, even though it was 

coming from a small four inch speaker made no difference, was 

flowing with harmony, and the rythm was in perfect sync with 

the rainstorm outside.  The rain on the glass provided a bass 

that the keyboard couldn't provide.  Then, he opened his mouth, 

and began to sing. His voice carried over the rain, the keyboard, 

and into your soul.  His words melted your heart, and touched 

the deepest recesses of your mind and soul. When the chorus, a 

soulful melodic piece, played you closed your eyes, and felt his 

emotion touch you.

    In your mind, you created images of a flowery pasture, 

with you and he lying down.  He sang of kissing you, and you 

could almost feel his lips pressing against you.  His words 

caressed you as his hands would; gently, carefully, lovingly.  

You could feel his skin next to yours, and your legs started to 

get weak, even though you were already sitting down.

    As the song wound to a close, you opened your eyes, and 

watched him as he stayed lost in the song.  You crawled over to 

him, and brushed the hair out of his eyes.  He looked up, and 

gazed into your eyes.  His brown eyes flickered in the 

candlelight.  The rain continued to pour, and feeling inside of 

both of you grew to an apex.  You closed your eyes, and leaned 

into him.  With one hand, he turned off the keyboard, pushed it 

aside, and with the other, he reached for you.

    The kiss was ages in coming.  His lips just brushed the 

flesh of yours, and promised of better things to come.  His arms 

snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.  Once 

again, you find yourself exploring the familiar crevaces of his 

mouth, the smooth texture of his toungue with yours, and the 

feeling of fulfillment in your chest when his comes next to 

yours.  The desire becomes overbearing, and you reach for the 

hem of his shirt, and in one swift motion, pull it over his head.

    You trace your fingernails over his chest, and he intakes a 

long breath. More and more, you want him to do the same.  He 

doesnt need any prodding, as he soon has your shirt in his 

hands. Soon, your shirt and bra are on the bed, and he is kissing 

your breasts.  You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses 

and sucks on your nipples.  Your breath becomes more and 

more labored, as does his.  Your hands run up and down the 

length of his back, just like he likes it. Your hands fall under the 

waistband of his jeans, and you massage his behind.

    He comes up to kiss you, and with his hands, he reaches 

between you, and undoes your fly.  At the same time, you do 

the same.  The zippers come down at exactly the same time as a 

thunderous crash outside the window, startles you both.  He 

raises his eyebrows, and looks at you with a curious look.  You 

smile, and he smiles back.

    Not long after, both of you are fully naked and next to 

each other.  He feels so good next to you, that you wish that you 

could just lie next to him forever.  However, another part of you 

wants more of him, and that desire needs to be fulfilled.  As he 

kisses your neck, you trace the contours of his body, down his 

back, down his ass, down his hips, and around, until you feel his 

hardness.  You take him, and place him against you, and push 

him in.  The first burning of him soon goes away, and you 

werent totally sure that it just wasnt extreme pleasure of 

feeling him inside you.

    As he slowly moves inside of you, he looks into your 

eyes.  The candlelight gleams off of his eyes into yours, and his 

smile captures all of the feeling that you share.  Suddenly, you 

can help it; you are filled with a feeling that you cant explain, 

but it makes you want to pull him closer and closer to you, 

almost as if you wanted to merge with his entire being.  You 

grab him, and pull him close in an embrace.  He embraces you 

back, and you feel the strength in his arms, and you think about 

how big and strong he is, and how you feel so small next to him 

all of a sudden, and yet at the same time he is as soft and gentle 

as a teddy bear.

    Inside of you, you can feel him, and the magic that he is 

working on you. His spell lifts you to that pasture once more, 

and your mind floats.  You lean your head way back, as if you 

need to capture as much air as you can.  He bows his head 

down, and kisses the skin that covers your breastbone. He 

knows that you love to be kissed there, and you smile thinking 

that he remembered.

   Your hips have a mind of their own, however, and they begin 

to react to his motions, even though you want the feeling to last 

longer.  He begins to thrust harder, meeting yours with his own.  

Your own rising feeling takes over your entire body, and you 

begin to call out his name with every quivering sensation you 

feel.  The rushing of the rain outside mixes in with the rushing 

you hear inside your head, and as you climax you hug him 

closer into you.

    Slowly, control returns, and you feel a tingling sensation 

inside of you, and you know that he has come too.  You smile, 

secure in the notion that you can have him next to you, close to 

your heart, forever.



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