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Archive-name: SpecMome/days-end.mf

Archive-author: Jennifer Kilmer

Archive-title: End of the Day





God, what a day.  I shove the door shut behind me.  For a moment I stand 

there in a fog, then I remove my glasses, placing them on the shelf inside 

the door.   My purse starts to slide off my shoulder as I lean back against 

the door, eyes shut.  My arms hang straight down, purse in one hand, two 

programmer's reference books in the other.  Gravity pulls my hands open, 

dropping the bag and books on the floor.  Sigh.  



Somehow I sense that someone's looking at me.  No.  A friend is looking at 

me.  No, not even that.  Dave is looking at me.  



My eyes open to see him smiling at me over a book from my favorite chair - 

large, sturdy enough to plop on and comfy enough to make plopping worth 

it.  



"You ok?"



"Grrr.  Tired."  Can't frown at him.  I start a smile.  "I'm glad you're 

here. "  He smiles.  Because I'm glad he's here.  "How are things with 

you?"  I ask. Because I want to know.



"Hmmm."  Now I'm grinning.  He always does that - like it requires 

thought, doing a quick checksum of the day before replying. "All right."  



"Good".  I drop down my purse, take off the coat, throw it on the couch.

I stand on one foot and then the other to take off my heels. Nice.  Back 

on solid ground.  They're nice shoes, though, so I set them carefully on 

the floor before stretching.  The tension's leaving, taking some of the 

tiredness with it.



I wander across the room to him and lean over, bracing myself on the arms 

of the chair looking directly in his eyes.  I don't want to throw my back 

out.  He looks up from his book again.  "Yes?"  



"I miss you when I'm gone."  His smile is deeper now.  He puts the book  

own.  "I miss you too."  He leans forward and gives me a quick kiss.  "I

started dinner.  Want some now?  I just need to finish up a few things."

I start kissing him on the temples, by his eyes, on his cheek.  Nah". 



"Mmm" he says.



My back won't go out in one second.  I let go of the chair and pull up 

my skirt to mid-thigh so that I can kneel on top of him, my legs on 

either side.



"Yes?" he asks, a bemused smile on his face.



"Do you mind?"



Wide smile now.  His hand moves to my cheek.  "No".



"Okay".  I kiss him, quickly, then pull back and giggle.  He's giggling 

too. I lean forward again and we begin kissing.  No rush.  How many 

different ways could we enjoy a kiss?  Our hands start exploring, 

lightly, then strengthening into a tight hug.  It's so nice to feel 

comfortable like this.  His hands on my back slip under my sweater, 

rubbing my back, moving up.  His hands move around to the front, feeling 

my breasts through my bra.  I unbutton his shirt, stroking and kissing 

his chest. Peeking up I see his eyes are closed and I feel that he's 

breathing faster.  



My hand is stroking one nipple, my mouth is playing with the other. His 

hands move to cup my rear, stroking.   I move to the other nipple, 

pressing my full breasts against him.  "Oh..."  He cups my face in his 

hands, stroking my cheek, my hair.  "Hey", he says gently pushing me 

back, "my turn".  He lifts up my sweater and throws it on the floor.  

I arch my back and smile at him, feeling free.  One hand lifts to stroke 

the side of a breast, the other my side, moving down my leg.  He licks 

and kisses my nipple through the thin bra.  His hand cups my other breast, 

flicking the tight nipple with his thumb.  I lean into him, wanting him.

The bra cup turns transparent with wetness, clinging to me. He blows on 

it, making me gasp.  His other hand slips under my skirt, moving up my 

leg toward my hips.  I hold onto his shoulders, vaguely stroking.  



He reaches the stocking top.  The sudden intake of breath shows his 

surprise.  "You like?" I ask lazily.  I know he does. He kisses me 

between my breasts in response, playing with the lace strap of the

garter holding up the stocking.  He begins to kiss the dry breast.  One 

hand on each of my legs, caressing my thighs. I'm too busy feeling to 

do much, but I won't let go of him either, my hands stroking his back 

and shoulders.  His hands move higher.  His fingers on my bare vulva.   

"Oh." Oh god.  I can't breathe. I can't control this.  He's tense too.  

His hand moves further, touching my wetness, slipping some fingers 

inside.   "That makes me crazy...."  He pulls my head to his and kisses 

me.  His thumb stroking me outside, his fingers moving inside me.  I 

rest my head against his shoulder. I'm panting.  Nearly....



His hand moves to my hips as he moves hips forward against me.  His 

hands on my buttocks hold me firmly against his erection through his 

jeans. "I want you."  I move myself against him.  His jeans feel rough 

on the insides of my thighs and vulva.  "Yes" is all I can say, all 

that's needed.  Want to feel more of him.  I take off my bra, pressing 

my breasts against the hairyness of his chest.  We kiss, holding each

other, trying to become one.  Finally we stop to breathe.  I unzip his

jeans, pulling them and his shorts out of the way. "Speak now if you

want to move" he says. I smile and move over his lap, brushing his chest

with my breasts, his penis with my vulva.  His eyes are closed with

concentration.  He pulls me down slowly, filling me.  I'm barely breathing.

His hand moves to my clitoris, stroking back and forth.  I start to move, 

continuing the rythem we had earlier, feeling it build.  He arches back, 

pushing further into me. I start to delibrately clench and unclench my 

vagina, gripping him tighter, then relaxing.  He moves under me, up and 

down.  In and out.  So full. So hot. I start to pulse, loosing control.

"Oh..oh".   "Yes"  he says, pulling me tighter.  I hear his breath in 

my ear, feel him moving under me. 



"Orgasm" is such a pale word for what we experience.  But "come" is 

worse.



Afterward he moves over a little, so I sit beside him.  I don't want to 

move.  I don't want him to move.  Unless, of course, it's to start over....



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