Archive-title: Night and the Evening, The
I have this wonderful apartment near the University. It's one of those
setups that people kill for. Of course, it's only so sweet because the rent
is reasonable. A large, 17' x 17' room with a skylight, it's in the upstairs
of a average sized house that I share with three other guys, all of which are
basically out of school and working.
On weekends, I invite the 'crowd' of friends over for get-togethers
upstairs, with the mood lights, mixed drinks, and light conversation. The
whole setup is quite relaxing, even if I don't get out often, and when we
need some wildness, we simply bring the party downstairs to the living room
and crank up some INXS on Chris's stereo downstairs and play quarters and
dance lasciviously with friends and lovers. It's all quite simple and
This weekend I planned on starting with a get-together and then moving
it into a full party as more people arrived. The guest list included the
usual bunch of friends, including the same lot I've known for years, plus
the numerous acquaintances I'd met through them, including my girlfriend,
Nicole, who I'd met at the last get-together. She decided to come over
for dinner, so I cleaned up the place during the early afternoon.
The party wouldn't start for another couple of hours, so I was quite
relaxed. Nicole was looking at ease, as she always did, and after feeding
her some fettucine and sausage in white sauce, we laid back satiated. I
clicked on the mood light, and sat back, leaning my head on her chest.
Nicole's chest is always something I've admired, with her monstrous breasts
extending out at least six inches. Plump and soft, they often remind me of
your pillow after a long day's work: something you can dive your face into
and be lost forever, and the more you wiggle, the more cozy it feels.
All during this, she was playing with my hair, softly caressing the long
black waves, twirling them in her fingers. It was so relaxing with the
Billie Holiday tape playing the background.
That same old hoodoo
follows me about...
I looked up at her chin, and brought my hand up to her neck, placing my
opened palm across it, and slid it up to where my fingers touched her right
ear. Slowly stroking the lobe, first on the surface, and then probing inside,
I felt her entire head arching back, the tension of her hands released from
my hair. Like an almost irresistable urge, I brought my face to her neck.
A glancing touch of my cheek against her neck, and then the hot, wet breath
upon her skin forced her head to arch back further. She let out a sigh, and
I could imagine her eyes rolled back, lids closed against the red light which
I kissed her neck very gently. The slight shiver ran up to meet my hand,
which now was sliding through and through her wispy, brown hair. The other,
meanwhile, was running lines across her left leg, while I rested my torso
across her lap. The masterful trick was in coordinating the "mazy motions" of
the hand on her calf to those of the right, now reaching behind her head. I
blew again on her neck, halting the hands- again, the shiver. Starting up
again, I pulled myself up to a more dominant position, and touched my lips
to her neck, but did not kiss it. The stroke was even, smooth, and brought
my face up closer to hers. Sliding over to the left, I breathed a sigh into
her ear, "Ni- cooooolllleee..." the same way people do at salt water beaches,
when their lungs are filled with salt, and mist and sand. I was filled with
desire, and breathed this into her ear, and began gently rubbing and licking
Eventually, I tired of this, and rubbed my cheek against hers and then,
quite suddenly, glided my lips over hers, barely touching. The sensation
Baby, you'd never know it,
But I'm kind of a poet...
So gimme me one for my baby
and one more for the rooooaaaddd...
Later, we moved over to the bent chair. My housemates have a bunch of
old chairs. You know the kind that have metal tubes the somehow hold up
the weight, and don't bend back when you sit on them. Well these had
bent back. I was leaning back on the chair, but my back was to the seat, which
worked fine since the whole thing had bent to the floor. Nicole was lying
on my lap like I had before to her, but she was extending her legs out to my
right. I had my right hand on her hip and was rubbing her hip and legs, gracing
over and under her remarkable curves, and occasionally glancing between her
legs as if it was an accident. My other hand was wandering around her neck,
face, hands, arms, and often slipping across her breasts. Still enclothed
by her sweater, I knew that she felt this, but not enough to take this as a
The neat thing about this bent chair is that it rocks forward until your
rear end is on the ground. However, if you keep your weight back, you can adjust
this and get a rocking effect. I began using this as a way to keeping her
face just out of reach of mine, so she couldn't kiss me until the time was
right. I stared into her eyes, like a man possessed by a demon far worse than
one she thought she unleashed. After short periods, she became unnerved and
swooned to look away, a schoolgirl again. But being in such proximity, she
eventually caught my unbreaking gaze from her periphery and looked back,
holding my trance as long as she could before repeating this cycle. All this
time, she tried to edge closer to me in an attempt to start the kissing, which
she felt more comfortable with, and which would break this nervous and anxious
moment. Using the chair, I kept maneuvering her body away, and held this for
a long time...
At last, she looked up, and held a gaze at me that signaled "Enough!" and
I returned it, affirming the kiss she wanted. Only, I stretched that as well,
making the movement of my head to hers take minutes. Even moreso, my lips only
touched hers by the slightest of pressures, and the whole feeling was one that
you couldn't be sure if your lips were really touching or not. And then, in
one motion, I grabbed her hair and leaned over, and kissed her hard...
(the Billie Holiday tape had ended and the live Led Zeppelin tape began)
You need coolin'
Now I ain't foolin'
I'm gonna send ya
back to schoolin'
way way down inside
woman you need love
gonna give you my love
gonna give you my love
wanna a whole lotta love...
I fell out of the chair and landed atop her. Mounting her stomach, we
continued to kiss, tongues rolling so hard and fast that it became hard to
track, and we knocked into furniture in the apartment. After about the third
roll over, I landed with my face in her neck and began to suck and pull at her
soft skin, licking at the flesh, gripping it with my teeth, with the passion
of a vampire.
when you squeeze my lemon
I'm gonna fall right outta bed- ed- ed- ed-
Her clothes fell off, like a fact that must have happened, but that was
quickly forgotten - as if it had always been that way, and my shirt landed
equally as far, somewhere near the speaker. We giggled briefly, until I
reached over and kissed her neck again. This time, she shattered from the
sudden heat upon her cold skin, now exposed to the night air. Again, my
lips and teeth dug into her flesh, while my hands gripped her sides and legs
and pulled. Giving her a momentary relief, I began kissing and licking, moving
my face down her neck, as her head released its arch. She stared down, and
in shock, watched as I placed a firm kiss between her breasts. I could feel
her eyes once again roll back, lids softly closing.
And if I say to you tomorrow
take my hand child
come with me
it's to a castle I will take you
and what is and what should never be...
I began sucking on her breasts and her breathing became hard and regular.
Gently touching the tips of her nipples, I sent waves through. This lasted
as I touched with enough force for her to want more, and then quickly
delivering her. This continued until I returned for a hard kiss. Leaving her
passion unabated, I left the kiss early, and planted one on her stomach.
Moving down as my heands moved up her thighs, I heard a gasp as I felt her legs
Hey Hey momma
said the way you move
gonna make you sweat
gonna make you groove...
My tongue kissed her pubic hair and fingers touched her innermost thigh,
which returned as a pair of hands scraping my back and a gasp. My fingers
began rubbing her clitoris, at first gently, and then hard. One finger
slid back into her anus, while two more shot into her. She screamed as they
slipped over one another...
when all are one and one is all...
and she's buying a stairway to heaven...
Later, we fell over each other, collapsing onto the beanbag, which had
been pushed back into the corner of the room, behind the bent chair. We
awoke to a knock at the door, an eternity later...