Community Involvement Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 12

... ‘Don’t stop… I was quite enjoying the way you were saying hello.” I placed a series of small butterfly kisses from the tip of her right shoulder, up to her ear and down the other side. Michelle tilted her head each time, offering her neck to me. “Your lucky I am not a vampire,” I whispered. “I could’ve sucked the very life blood out of you by now.” “I doubt that my dear,” she said in a hushed voiced as she rested the back of her head on my shoulder with her eyes softly closed. “You give me life not take it away.” I gently sucked on her neck as a vampire would have which made her giggle quietly. “Before I forget,” I whispered to her, “I have secured the contract teaching position. I am a proper subsidised staff member for the music tour.” “Oh Ray,” she breathed, “That is wonderful news.” She turned in my arms and kissed me tenderly. I responded and hugged her closer, feeling the swell of her breasts against my ribs. We kissed with a soft passion that spoke of the depth of feeling between us. Long minutes passed as we entwined yourselves in each others arms and reacquainted ourselves with heated kisses alone. Minutes passes and then, smiling broadly, Michelle broke away. “Now that was the best hello I have had for quite some time.” I concurred wholeheartedly. Eager to hear more of my recent achievement, Michelle told me to sit, indicating the lounge a few metres away, while she finished off the tea prep. “So how is Clare?” Michelle finally asked as she flopped on the lounge ...

... next to me. She curled her subtle body into the corner of the cushions behind her and brought her left leg up and folded it, forming a comfortable number four shape with her right leg resting over her left ankle and planted onto the floor. I drank in her every curve, it seemed ages since I had been in such close proximity to my lovely neighbour, confidant and dearest friend…okay, lover. There, I have said it. Her shoulder length hair was brushed to a shimmer and was cut so that the sides barely brushed upon her shoulders but followed the curve and crossed her back in a soft arc just below the nape. It suited her beautifully, which I complimented her on, causing her to blush noticeably. Her eyes were neither huge nor small, but they were as bright as a summers day at midday, despite the current external gloom. Her lips were slender and curled slightly upward at the corners, giving her a look that seemed to reflect her infectious good humour. Upon them she had donned a peach coloured lip stick, which matched her soft feminine cardigan that she wore over a simple white T-Shirt styled top with a low sweeping arc for the neckline. Her lithe legs were covered by ankle length leggings made from a stretch electric blue denim coloured fabric with a little dark blue leaf patterns running through it. “You look sensational,” I blurted, running my eyes from foot to head and back again for the umpteenth time. “I am glad you appreciate my efforts,” she responded warmly. “It is not everyday ...