Why Is That So Important? - Sex Stories

Why Is That So Important?

... situation and of what he had just said. In some way, we were even. I had confronted him with my inappropriate and provocative boldness. He, in turn, had replied by opening his heart. We could have called it a tie and left it at that but the curiosity in me that needed to see the real person underneath his fake cover won.

Since side A was finished, Jamie wiggled free of Laura’s arms to get up and flip the record.

“Timing sucks!” protested Laura. “I wanna know what happened.”

Jamie lifted an eyebrow. “Well...” came the teaser dripping with anticipation. “If you want, I can try to show you.”

“Show me?” Laura inquired, intrigued.

“Aren’t you excited?” Jamie countered, voice laden with playfulness.

Laura blushed. “Ah.... bit,” she admitted, looking away.

Guided by Jamie’s hand, she found her lover’s eyes.

“I did... this,” Jamie whispered, eyes locked with Laura’s. Their foreheads touched softly at first, then a little more when Jamie’s hands cupped both of Laura’s cheeks.

Softly, Jamie kissed Laura’s forehead. Just a quick but loving peck. Then her cheek. Each of them. Her neck. On either side. Her nose. The corner of her mouth. Laura couldn’t help but part her lips to feel Jamie’s soft pout on hers as the innocent peck turned into the need for more.

Jamie’s hands had moved down to Laura’s upper body. As they broke the kiss, they looked at each other, panting, cheeks flushed, wanting more.

“Is this how you seduced the teacher?” Laura barely more ...

... than just mouthed, voice filled with need.

Jamie giggled. “He wasn’t as easily convinced as you.” Then, smiling at Laura while slowly descending for another kiss, “Then again, you’re a tart and he was confused.”

Laura smiled into the kiss but soon let herself melt into the familiar pout that was so talented in evoking her carnal needs. Her titter was dripping with desire as her partner’s lips traced her neck and she felt a hand gently squeeze her breast, naked under her thin Sunday attire.

“Did you fondle his chest like this too,” she playfully asked, somewhat wondering if Jamie only touched her to compliment her on the feel of her breasts.

Jamie grinned suggestively, albeit not offering the reply Laura had expected. “Yes. And he liked it. A firm grip on his pectorals he seemed to be so proud of.”

“Of course,” Laura dismissively commented, rolling her eyes.

“Oh no, not what you think. It had little to do with male self-gratification or worship of his muscles. I wanted him to understand how vulnerable one feels when being touched this way and how thin the line is between feeling desired and feeling fragile, and how this touch can also transport trust; that he could trust me to only touch him like that when he allowed me to. That I was aware of the power I was wielding and not planning to turn it against him or abuse it while showing him I trusted him to do the same with me.”

They kissed deeply, sensually, and yet only shyly—the kind of kiss that evokes a ...