Nora's Tale: 6 - Levi's Silver Tongue - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 6 - Levi's Silver Tongue

... smile. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” I said. “But I don’t think you’re usually supposed to introduce a girl to another man on your first date.” Levi laughed softly. “Is there anything about us that’s usual?” he asked. He took a sip from his glass and I realized that I had been sipping from mine too, and enjoying it. “I guess not,” I said. “Do you want to meet him?” I watched Ray play for a moment in silence, his fingers dancing lazily over his fret board. Both Mom and Daddy played guitar, and I knew what those fingers were like – strong and coarse, with a fine sensitivity to applying pressure. The thought of them touching me made my cheeks burn. “I do,” I said finally. “Well that’s all that matters,” Levi said. Could it really be as simple as that? I wanted something, therefore I could have it? Could that be why I liked Levi so much? We had no claim over each other, and yet shared a sense of intimacy I had never known. He wanted me to enjoy myself, whatever that entailed. Not once had he shown a lick of jealousy. Friendly competition, maybe, but never that bitter emotion I hated so much. The one that had caused me to drop any of my previous relationships with boys infected by it. How did I luck out and find someone who also thought my way? Someone who was willing to take me under his wing and show me a whole world of excitement without tying me down? And how many others had the same mindset? After another drink, Levi and I hit the dance floor. I was enjoying myself so much, ...

... and I wanted him to share in my excitement. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my body pressed to his as we moved to the easy beat. If Levi’s grin was any indication, he was having as good a time as I was. As his hands began to sweep over my body, the energy of light fun was immediately intensified by a spark of passion. I pulled myself even closer, reveling in the feeling of his large hands finally settling on my ass. I brushed my hips up against the bulge forming in Levi’s pants, and smiled up at him, hoping he could see my need. Levi bent his head and whispered in my ear, “Not yet, darling.” He pulled back just enough to look at my pouting face and he laughed. “The night is still young.” For the remainder of the band’s set, I balanced on the edge of excitement, arousal, and frustration. I tried to regain that easy-going rhythm I had had, arms draped carelessly over Levi’s shoulders, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t escape the crackle of wanton energy between us. I embraced it instead, hoping that if I amplified it, Levi wouldn’t be able to take it any longer, and he would jump my bones already. I had almost succeeded by the time the band announced their break. The music stopped for a moment, the drones of incomplete silence filling the air as the dancers dispersed. Levi and I were still locked together in a tight embrace, staring each other in the eye, daring one another to go further. I vaguely registered the quieter music the bar began to pump through their ...