The Party Gift - Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 5

... one of you cracked?” “She did,” I called back as I kept moving toward the stairs. “Night girls!” Eighteen minutes later precisely, I was pulling my VW Beetle back into her “slot” in Deanna’s garage between the Lexus and the Corvette. Okay, so I sped. Sue me! As I entered the kitchen, I could feel it instantly: I was home! I raced through the kitchen and across the great room, all the while yanking off the coat, hat, gloves, scarf and boots. As I passed through the foyer, the grandfather clock began chiming the hour of nine. Deanna was sitting up in bed atop the comforter; leaning back against the headboard and a mountain of pillows and had on a gorgeous full body length, royal blue silk night gown that clung to her hour glass figure so divinely it should be illegal. The shoulder straps were dental floss thin and it was cut exceptionally low and thus her gorgeous cleavage was on full display for me. Flipping through the channels on the TV, Deanna's face lit up brighter than heaven’s light when she saw me come in. “Hi,” she said softly and so joyously. I bounded across the room, leapt up on the bed, straddled Deanna’s lap and crushed my mouth to hers. Deanna’s arms went possessively around me as I gently cupped and cradled her face in my hands. Our kiss soon went from deeply passionate to so very soft and intimate. We weren’t going to make love tonight. We were just going to be in love! “I’m so glad you came baby,” Deanna whispered as our lips brushed over each other. “I ...

... never should have let you go.” “I’m here now,” I whispered. “And that’s all that matters.” “But it’s more than that honey,” Deanna said as she cradled my face and stared into my eyes. “This isn’t my home anymore; it’s our home. And this isn’t my bedroom anymore; it’s our bedroom. And this isn’t my bed; it’s our bed. And it isn’t my love or your love anymore; it’s our love.” “Deanna,” I gasped with tears streaming down my cheeks. “Are you saying what I think you are?” “I am saying that you are the love of my life, Amanda! You have become the inspiration behind every beat of my heart and the life sustaining force to every fiber of my being. You are the air that I breathe and the living nourishment of my eternal spirit. You are my first, my last and my all. You are not just my soul mate my darling; you are my very soul.” My body quaked to the core; my heart raced at the speed of light, I completely forgot how to breathe and tears were gushing out of my eyes to the point of blinding me. “Oh Deanna,” I managed to stammer before I was overcome by sobbing. I cratered into her arms and we sobbed endlessly together for nearly half an hour. Finally we slipped under the covers and snuggled in each other's arms and soon fell into a deep romantic slumber; both of us experiencing the most peaceful and regenerative sleep we'd ever known. When I awoke, Deanna was fully dressed in her uniform and was quietly placing an envelope on her nightstand up against the alarm clock with my name written on ...