Message-ID: <5370eli$9711021158@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com (Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com) Subject: 'Spare Keys' {Brother_Cadfael} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: poster Reply-To: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com X-Intended-For: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <878465682.16887@moon.aa.net> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 1997. Distribute freely, but change nothing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com Synopsis: An ex-girlfriend lets herself in with a spare key and tries to spark a dying flame. -[ Spare Keys ]- I awoke this morning to familiar lips. My ex-girlfriend, Lorraine was in my bed next to me. Normally a light sleeper, I would have risen from slumber the moment I felt a sheet move. But my day had been impossible-- covering for two sick subordinates and trying to maintain some semblance of coherence in the office. I should have been startled to see her, but my drowsiness allowed only a brief smile in her direction before I turned back on my side and slept. I felt those lips again, gingerly kissing the back of my neck. And a familiar hand on my chest, easing it's careful way downward. Lorraine whispered into my ear, "You haven't changed a bit. You still have a spare key hidden under the window sill." I mumbled something, to the effect of "Let me sleep." But her hand continued. Long fingers slid to my waist and wrapped themselves around my hardening penis. The way she held it brought back old images. Old smells. I was dreaming, I thought. My mind returned, in its slumber, to the time when we were dating. It felt current; as if time hadn't passed and I were re-living those two years. I felt warmth at my back. Lorraine pressed her naked body against me, molding me to her fine shape. "Please," she whispered. Her voice cracked and it threatened tears, "Don't be cold to me..." My eyes opened and I grabbed for my senses, before I spoke. I turned to her, body still aching from a day that had pummeled me well. I closed my eyes again when I faced her. I yawned. "I'm not being cold to you," I assured her, "I'm just tired. Why don't you go back to sleep, too? We'll have a good breakfast in the morning-- okay?" My groggy mind thought that seemed reasonable and returned me to sleep. But Lorraine was persistent. "Don't refuse me," she said. "I need you tonight." She said something else, but I fell fast asleep. She awoke me later. It could have been minutes later, or hours. Being in one of those odd states of sleep, I could not really recall. I just remember that her hand had been replaced by her lips. Instincts encouraged me to thrust. I did. She took them willingly. Her fingers curled around the shaft of my penis, forming a ring that she used to control the depth to which I entered her. I was not in control of what I did. I was operating on auto-pilot, retracing familiar curves in her body and moving in ways that I had been able to move only with Lorraine. It was like riding a bicycle. I put my hands on the back of her head. She whimpered a satisfaction; showing appreciation that I acknowledged her presence. Like a nervous puppy which was sure it would be disciplined, joyously realizing that it was in no trouble and was welcomed. She placed her hands, palm against my hips and pinned me to the bed. My body impulsively attempted to thrust toward her, but could not. I moaned dejectedly. I should have remembered her pattern. Always taking me to the point of orgasm, and then stopping. She had rarely encouraged me to ejaculate in her mouth. She moved, on her knees, upward and helped my cock find the entrance to her body. Her pussy was moist and she was very receptive tonight. She lowered herself to my belly and began a repetitive motion that threatened to push me to climax momentarily. Lorraine raised her arms to her head, brushing her thick black hair backwards with her fingers. Her body undulated without her arms to steady her. I lifted my hips forcefully, penetrating her further. She gasped and fell against my chest. Her arms lay paralell to her body and her fingernails dug into my rib cage as we both fought eagerly and deserately for our orgasms. I wrapped my arms around her. My hands locked behind her back, holding her tightly against me and restricting her movement. I thrust, finally, and came. She wailed at the sensation of being washed with my warmth inside of her. It soon subsided and she moved from me to lay on her side, facing me. We tentatively held each other around the waist. I was sorry to have climaxed so soon. I could see, in her eyes, a want for release. I should have given it to her. I should have been in less of a hurry. Neither of us uttered a word for a long time. She finally broke the silence, snuggling against me and saying, "I hate you." Then she kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry," I said. "I was a little too selfish and eager once you pulled me out of my sleep." "I'm hornier than I was when I snuck in," she said, "This was pointless." "We have all morning," I said. "We could try again." She smiled at me. She squeezed me close and said, "Sounds fun... But remember: I still hate you." "I know," I said, "And just because... well... of this... doesn't mean we're together or anything. Once was enough for us to know we aren't good together." "I suppose so..." Silence again. "Oh, keep that key. You never know when you might need it." She smiled at me and we kissed again, drawing our spent bodies once again into the uncontrolled eye of passion's storm. She came this time. -fin- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /