Slowly I was drifting out of sleep. As I turned around I felt something around my articulatio talocruralis. Frowning I felt with my other metrical unit and recognized my panty. Why ? Then the memory came back. David, now lying behind me, what I - we- had done. A shake ran through me. He was my mate, the chesty bastard, the man I loved. I did not even love when that had happened, or when I had realised it. Not that I could tell him. We were friends, just friends, spending some time together. But last Nox ? That might vary something, everything. I had n't thought that he recognised me as a woman. He had never before treated me as one.

I could experience him locomote behind me, turned around again. While I watched him catch some Z's a smile gap over my face. He looked so relaxed, younger than he was. What should I do ? Pretend it had never happened ? Get up and leave ? Wake Island him and let him get it on me ? Oh yes, I wanted him. More than I had ever wanted a man in my life sentence. But we were friends. He was one of the few citizenry I had let come that close to me. Did I want him because of that ? Or had I let him that close because I wanted him from the beginning ?

Carefully I climbed out of bed, pulled my pantie back up. As tranquillity as possible I made my way to the kitchen. Tea, a fag maybe after that ...

While I waited for the water supply to roil I looked around. It was belittled, but indefinitely tidier than the kitchen in my shared flavourless. Still smiling I poured the water supply, and then went back to the bedroom to get some clothes and my tobacco.

Saint David stirred in his sleep and I stood still and watched him. Damn, why had matter become so complicated ? Or was it just me ? I sighed and he opened his heart. For a moment that seemed to last forever, we just looked at each early. He nearly naked under the cover, me, tank top and step-in, clothes in my hand.

His brow furrowed, a unusual expression flickered across his face."So, what are you up to ?"No 'good good morning', no smile. A lot had changed.

"Just dressing for a tea and a fag."even I could get word how dolt that sounded.

His smile returned."Tea and a fag ..."While shoving the blanket aside he sat up and looked at me. His shorts were still pulled down and I could not help it. I looked straight at his crotch. He was n't that big now and I felt the grin creeping on my face as the memory came. How he had grown under my lips, had felt in my mouth, tasted.

David got up, kicked his shorts loose. He stood right in front of me, naked with no polarity of shame."Or ”, he grinned,"you could disrobe for me. I want to see you naked."

"Um"

It was encompassing daylight. And my body was far from staring. Well, tall, yes. long peg, matted belly, yes. After that, disappointment. Next to no mamilla and broad shoulder joint. I looked down, wanted to reckon at the floor but instead stopped at his waist. nooky, I wanted him. Now.

Slowly I started to undress. The panty first. He had seen and explored that part of my body before.

Gripping the crinkle of my top I pulled it over my head, tossed it on the bed. Now I was as raw as he was, and I felt exposed. I did not dare to look at him.

He walked around me, mustered me. Suddenly a grinning crept back to my face. My military posture changed. I straightened up, stood 'at ease'. I heard him sniggering behind me but did not turn my head.

Tense as I was the time seemed to debase. Out of the box of my eye I saw him, then he stepped back.

'For screwing 's sake, say something, anything. Make fun of that stupid body of mine and we can go back to being Quaker'I thought.

He was so close behind me. I could feel the hotness of his body, or at least retrieve I did. Fully aware that my mammilla had gotten hard I stared ahead. Be realistic, there is no way he can require someone like you, I tried to tell myself. Not the way you want him.

I barely flinched as his hand touched my articulatio humeri, brushed away the untidy mess my pilus still was. I could at least have brushed my fuzz after getting up, I chided myself. His digit traced the wrinkle of the diminished tattoo I had on my cervix. The sensation sent shivers down my acantha and I held my breath.

"Relax ”, he whispered in my ear, stepping even closer. His tegument rubbed against mine. Startled I gasped, leaned against him. Fingertips trailing down my shoulders, my arms. Back up again, stopping, down again. Stifling a moan I closed my eyes.

It seemed like ages. Fingers on my skin, his finger's breadth, that had been inside me. I remembered. I wanted more. But who was I to ask ?

His breath on my peel, his cock pressing against my butt. Hard, warm. Carefully I leaned against it, shifted my hip that he moved, slid right wing in the crack between my prat cheeks. One hard pushing and he could swallow up it cryptical inside me, fulfil me, fuck me.

St. David chuckled, let his hands travel on to my pocket-size tits, played with the hard nipple. Rubbing my nipples with his thumbs he pressed himself hard against my back. And let go, stepped back.

I opened my center again. He circled me, stopped right in battlefront of me. His blue center looked into mine. Biting my lip I held his gaze. Jacques Louis David nodded."Get on the bed."

His voice was tranquillize, nearly easygoing but I obeyed as if one of my worst sergeants had given an order.

Smiling he sat down, reached out and touched my thigh.

"You know, your tits nearly disappear when you lie on your book binding like that ?"I flinched at his words but his paw continued to stroke my leg. It travelled on, reached my interior thigh and unfold my pegleg without any try. I swallowed. Would he ? Oh please.

But he just sat there, stroking me, watching me.

'Fuck David I want you', I wanted to scream but stayed silent, just licked my lips.

With a sudden movement he bent over me. His hand brushed my thigh, just along my longing snatch. His backtalk closed around my correctly tit, his tongue circled it. A low moan escaped my lips. Sucking at my tit he climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs. Without thinking I spread them even wider, tried to push towards him. Feeling him chuckling against my skin I bit my lip again.

"Who would make thought ”, he murmured. He cupped my former tit with a helping hand, started to work with it.

I felt a keen twinge of hungriness in my womb. How would it palpate if he finally decided to have a go at it me ? It might hurt. Even though his rooster was just a little more than norm. Nature - or whoever- had not been variety to me. Not only the little tits, I was n't really fitted for most cocks either. At least I got wet, really wet.

Gently he lowered himself down on me. I could feel the tip of his putz touching me. Hesitantly I reached down, touched him for the first time since he had started touching me. My fingers trailed along his operose cock, starting from his balls up towards the tip.

David shivered. I felt him tense up up. Instead of continuing to touch his cock I reached further down, parted my wet pussy-lips and directed him to the ingress of my cunt.

He stopped, looked into my middle. Reaching out he touched my impudence, buried his hand in my hair's-breadth. I moaned again, merely a sigh. And could have kicked myself instantly. I remembered his gimcrack moans the night before. Guilty memory board of the daughter in the porn clips I had watched with my flatmates or friend. They were loud, sometimes nearly screaming. But I could not avail it. That was n't me. Slowly he pressed himself against me. I held my breathing time. Inch by inch he buried himself deeper in me. It hurt a little, but it felt so good at the same time. So many times I had fantasised about being touched by David. So many times I had longed to touch me as I had imagined he would.

"Oh ass, MacDonald ”, David murmured as he shoved his dick deeper. I just moaned, unable to speak.

Again he stopped. His torso pressing against mine. Trembling with longing I dared to breathe again. clock time stretched. I felt light-headed. It seemed like eternity till he started to fuck me. Slow, deep, almost thrifty. finish night he had fucked me fast and surd with his finger, now he fucked me gently with his hard cock.

I pulled my branch up, pushed against him. Moaning he stopped, pressed his frontal bone against my shoulder.

"Do n't ”, I managed to whisper. What I meant was 'Do n't you dare to finish, have sex me .'

But he raised his head, looked me in the eye and started to withdraw. Slinging my peg around his waist I stopped him, pulled him back. And now he started to fuck me.

Deep, powerful jabbing, faster and harder. Moaning softly I closed my eyes. The initial pain was gone, all that was left was the pleasure. The sensation of his peter screwing me, sliding in and out of my wet cunt. I moaned again.

Our heavy breathing, the sound of skin on skin, the squelching speech sound when he thrust deep inside me were the only sounds.

David tensed up, his grip in my hair's-breadth tightened. Just a present moment later I felt him cum, his cock pulsating and shooting his encumbrance deep inside me.

Panting he buried his face in my haircloth, my eubstance under his. After a while his fist unclenched, he untangled his digit from my hair.

"Tea and a fag you said ? ”