Butterfly - Sex Stories

Butterfly

... of you," she squeaks.

I turn back around. In her embarrassment, she's turned her back to me and curled up into a ball. Her skin is so smooth and her buttocks are round and look perfectly soft. I begin to walk toward her, tentatively. "You were thinking of me while—while touching yourself?"

"Yes," she answers, squeezing herself tighter as if she's trying to disappear.

I come to the bedside and touch her shoulder lightly. From this angle I can begin to see her nipple, but my focus is on her face, which has turned bright red. She turns her head to look up at me, then rolls onto her stomach and props her chin on the pillow to look at me. "I'm sorry," she pleads. "On your fresh sheets and—I should have told you a long time ago. This isnot how I wanted you to find out." She buries her face in the pillow, tucking her hands under her eyes.

I sit on the edge of the bed. "Should have told mewhat, a long time ago?"

She turns her face away from me. "This isn't the first time I've—touched myself to you. I've had this silly crush on you pretty much since the first time we met. But you've never shown an interest in me like that. You've been such a good friend, but I could tell you only ever saw me as a friend."

"I'm sorry," I reply. "Honestly, though, I've felt the same, pretty much this whole time. I just didn't show it because I didn't think you, or anyone else for that matter, would ever be attracted to me to begin with."

She turns her face toward me again, clearly ...

... shocked at my confession. "You—really? All this time I thought you just wanted me as a friend." Her expression changes to a look of resolution as she reaches a hand up to my back. "When I first met you, I thought you were mysterious and intriguing. You know how I love a good mystery, so I figured I'd get to know you. And I found out that you're smart and responsible..." Her hand is on the back of my neck now, pulling my face closer to hers. "... and passionate."

I close my eyes as her tender lips press against mine.I'm dreaming, I think.I fell asleep during the show and I'm dreaming. But her kisses keep coming and I'm all too eager to reciprocate.Please don't let me wake up. After probably a solid minute of kisses, she pulls back enough to look into each other's eyes. I thought I knew her before, but now it's like she's an open book, waiting for me to discover her deepest secrets.

"This must be a dream," I tell her.

"Whose dream is it? Because I can hardly believe this either."

"Then maybe we're both dreaming? I've seen that kind of thing on TV, but I don't know how it would actually work."

"Don't worry about how it works," she laughs. "Let's just share this perfect dream."

I lean down to kiss her again. Her loose hair gets in my mouth and she has to adjust so she won't fall off the bed as she rolls onto her back again, but I don't mind. I wrap an arm around her and feel her shiver under my touch as our tongues begin to meet between our lips.

The next time ...