What A Bitch - Sex Stories

What A Bitch

... stirred, we would make love again, before falling off to sleep in each other’s arms.

When I woke, I was alone. As I lifted my head, the door opened and in walked Angie, carrying a tray.

“Coffee or tea? I’ve made both,” she said, and she smiled, a most beautiful loving smile.

“Tea please,” and I smiled back.

“Good, I’m a tea girl,” she said, and she put the mug on the bedside table, and, picking up her mug, she sat on the bed next to me.

“Thank you,” she said. I sat myself up a little and looked at her.

“What for?”

“For last night. My god, it was just wonderful,” she said, shaking her head, as if in disbelief.

“Core, wasn’t it!” and she smiled again. She was looking closely at me and I saw her look at my naked breasts. “Yes, they are your teeth marks,” I added.

“Sorry.”

“I’m not,” and I put my hand on her thigh, her robe falling open. “Come here,” and I opened the sheet. I watched as she stood, letting her robe fall away. Like mine, her body showed signs of our lovemaking and she saw me looking at my teeth-marks around her nipples.

“Please, don’t be gentle with me,” she said, and she slipped into my arms.

Angie

“Hurry up Suzie, the taxi is here!”

“I’ll be two seconds.”

“I know your two seconds! Come on, we’ll be late.” It was several minutes later before she finally appeared.

“How do I look?” I watched as she came down the stairs, carefully side-stepping the ...

... tins of paint we had left on the steps, and I smiled when I saw the large smudge on the wall where Suzie had pinned me, a few hours ago.

“You look beautiful. Utterly, completely beautiful.”

“Thank you. And so do you,” she said and, as she reached me, she kissed me, tenderly, lovingly. “One whole year! Can you believe it!?”

“Yes, I can.” But that was a fib; every day for the past year I had had to pinch myself, just in case this was all a dream, a wonderful, beautiful, incredible dream. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. You tell me all the time.” And she kissed me. “And I love you too.” She looked at me closely and she giggled. “You know you still have paint in your hair?” It was my turn to giggle.

“I am sure I still have paint in other places, as well!” She stroked my face, brushing back my hair from my face, a very Suzie thing which I had grown to love.

“I will have to check every bit of you when we get home,” she said, and we kissed again, giggling as we both remembered the paint fight. We had bathed together afterwards, and I had experienced one of Suzie’s deep cleaning sessions, an experience I may add that left me utterly and completely spent.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said, breaking the moment, knowing if I did not, we would end up back in bed. “I promised Harry you would be there for his first dance.”

“Got everything? Let’s see. Santa hats, tinsel, mistletoe. Let’s go!”