Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

We sit across from each other in my living room. Rae is lovely to look at in her light print dress. I feel the pressure build in me just from being in the same room with her. She crosses her legs and her skirt falls back on her thighs. They are very white and smooth. The muscles of her legs ripple. I'd almost forgotten how beautiful she is.

She lounges back on the sofa, rests her head. "Mmm… this is so soft," she says. "I like the way you just sort of sink down into it. Makes me feel that if I closed my eyes I'd be sleeping in a minute."

I smile. "You're sure it's not partly the drinks?"

"No… I don't think so. I don't feel at all high.., just very pleasant… dreamy… Why don't you come sit with me? Your chair looks so stiff compared to this."

"Should I make us another drink first?"

"Not for me… I'm fine."

"I think I've had enough too."

I sit down next to her on the sofa. Her soft beauty is a magnet. I can smell her perfume. It is apple blossom… no, stronger… honeysuckle maybe. She is a beautiful flower, delicate smooth and white. Her skin touches mine as we lean toward each other. She kisses me. I taste her lipstick. My nipples pinpoint. A curl of her fine hair tickles my jaw.

Her hand steals under my skirt. She lets it rest there for a moment, halfway up my thigh. It excites me that she is so slow about it. Her hand moves up along my legs. Higher… I hold my breath, waiting. Her fingers are wonderfully cool arid gentle on my bare skin. Her hand reaches my panties, slips under the hem. My bottom is wet from her touch. I feel the first light pressure of her hand on my pussy. My head swirls as her fingers spread the moist folds of my skin and dip deep into me.

"… touch me there too," she says.

"Yes… I'm sorry. I just got carried away."

I slide my hand under her skirt. When I reach her panties she raises her hips to slip them off. We take off my panties too and lie on the couch with our skirts drawn up, pressing our naked cunts together and caressing each other with our hands.

I feel her fingers at the lace of my blouse. I help her with the buttons. Her hand moves cool beneath my bra. My nipples itch terribly at first but as she strokes them the pleasant sensation fills my breasts, flows all through my body. I press myself even tighter against leer. The honey from her pussy mixes with my own. I kiss the smooth white skin of her neck with my mouth open. I hear her small groan. "Mmmm Carrie, I like it better with you than anyone. Touch my breasts, too. Like I'm touching you. I don't have on a bra. Like that, yes. Mmm let's eat each other now…"

We stand up and get out of our clothes quickly, let them drop on the carpet. She is beautiful standing naked in front of me. Her breasts are magnificent. Very white. Her nipples poke out pink. My eyes follow the smooth curves of her stomach, her hips, her thighs. The wetness of her pussy glistens beneath the auburn puff of hair.

"I like this part," she says. "Just looking at each other. It makes it even better when we don't rush things. I think I'll have a drink now first… just a short one. How about you?"

"I don't think so." I reach to pick up her glass.

"No, never mind," she says. "I'll get it. Everything is right out on the counter."

I watch the fluid movement of her buttocks as she walks across the room. Her hair flows down beautifully over her shoulders and back. She is a dream walker. Sensuous. Lovely. There is a grace about her… a poise. I am entranced by her every movement, gesture, the husky sound in her voice.

She comes back sipping a drink. She sinks back down on the sofa facing me and draws her knees up almost to her chest. Her vagina pouts pink and delicate in front of me. She smiles. "Let's start it again now. I want to be next to you… close to you…"

She kneels between my thighs, spreads them gently apart with her hands. I lie back. I feel her mouth on my stomach at first. Then her lips move over the thatch of hair on my mound to the hungry wetness of my pussy. She eats me. Her tongue dips into me. My cunt aches deep.

I turn around on the couch and slide down so that we can eat each other at the same time. I taste and smell her sweet musk. I drink in her flowing wetness… thick… creamy… sweet. I chew her cunt lips, suck the swollen softness of her bud. I reach down between our naked bodies, caress her breasts. I rub my fingertips lightly over her nipples. She keeps eating me, feels my breasts, too. Our bodies melt into each other. It seems for a moment that we are one. Then her body begins to rock violently against mine. I press my tongue even deeper into her cunt. I hear her quiet moan as she cums. I cum, too. I love the smell of her, the taste of her, her silky smoothness. I move my mouth away from her pussy and press my lips against her thigh. I lie there next to her, thinking about how much I want her to cum and stay with me, to live with me.

Rae stays overnight. The next day we go in my car to get her things and she moves in. It is delightful having her live with me. I don't tell her where I've been the last few weeks and she doesn't ask. We shop together, go out to have lunch together and she helps me with fixing up the apartment. Evenings we sit out on the rattan chairs enjoying the breeze and looking down at the street. We sip fancy after dinner drinks and smoke Rae's long Turkish cigarettes. Her fingers move over my thigh across my skirt. I take her hand and press it down firm against my pussy. We kiss, sink our tongues into each other's mouths, fondle and stroke each other's breasts.

We get up and go quickly hand in hand into the bedroom. In seconds we are naked against the cool fresh sheets, our bodies intertwined, our open wet mouths eagerly drinking in each other's sex. When it is over, we lie on our backs, resting. Rae's body looks beautiful stretched out next to mine. The texture of her skin is perfect. The pink points of her breasts look like ripening berries, round and delicious. I sit up and suck one of them into my mouth, taste the sweetness. She slips her finger between the still sticky folds of my cunt. I rub her pussy, too. We strain our bodies against each other. I cum with a shudder. She sighs. She groans. We cry out our feeling for each other, call out each other's names. I sleep quietly through the night, a deep dreamless sleep. When I awaken in the morning, she is there next to me and I cuddle up close to her, pressing my breasts and stomach against her back, digging my knees into her thighs. It is cozy with her… warm.

A week after moving in with me, Rae goes out one night on some modeling job that Lorraine arranged for her. It is the first time she's been gone from the apartment during the evening and the time drags. Everything is quiet. I feel very much alone. I try to read. I watch T.V. I try to make the canary sing. Finally it gets the best of me and I go out.

I have no intention of picking up anyone at first I just plan to have a drink in some bar and walk about until it is time for Rae to return. But after a couple of martinis in one place and one in another I find myself walking toward the shrimp restaurant. When I get there I see that the handsome black waiter is taking care of the tables in the back of the restaurant. I sit down at one of them. He comes over to me, asks for my order. His ebony face looks strong. His teeth are pearls. White. Glistening.

"I'll have bourbon," I say.

"And for mix?"

"Nothing."

"I'll bring you a glass of water."

"Thank you."

I watch him cross the room to the bar. His stride is smooth. He glides. The muscles of his shoulders and back ripple out against his tight white shirt.

He brings my drink, pours the whiskey in over the ice, then when I nod as he picks up the glass of water, he pours that in too.

I smile up at him and sip the whiskey.