Make out lunch
There was a brief time early in A___ and my relationship when she was unemployed. We weren’t living together at the time but she was staying with me a lot. I’d come home for lunch, she’d be here, and we’d make out. It was incredible; lying on the bed for an hour just kissing and touching and breathing each other in.
We didn’t have sex — this may have been before we had sex for the first time. Even after, we often just made out. Sometimes on the couch but mostly on the bed. It was cooler too and I liked the windows open so we’d be wrapped in quilts and sheets and blankets, generating heat by trying as best we could to have every part of our bodies touching. Sometimes we’d take off our shirts just to get a little closer. Our lips would be pressed together and our tongues mingled in between. Sometimes our hands would wander and sometimes we’d kiss that way — you know, when your lips are kinda touching and your mouths are open but your really not moving, just sorta sharing air.
Yeah…
I can’t even count the numbers we spent this way. There were a few months when this was the norm.
There was one time I came home to A____ on her knees. I didn’t have a lot of time (but more than 90 seconds) so as soon as I walked through the door she opened my belt, dropped my pants, and went to work on my cock with smooth, vigorous sucking. I think I came in a few minutes. I know I was dizzy. It was one of the better blow jobs I ever had. A___ reminds me that I had cum and was back out the door before she had a chance to wipe the overflow off her lips. I was busy that day and anyway, that was pretty rare. We mostly made out.
It was around this time of year. I think the weather is triggering my memory a bit. I’m also home now and tired so my mind is wandering.
But today I’m alone.
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Amazing, somehow. Between sex & love :]