Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

He makes no move to touch me. He just keeps refilling our coffee cups and we sit there looking out the window. Everything now seems strangely bound up in the rain. I hear it plinking on the metal garbage cans far below. I hear it on the window. I watch it slanting down. I smell its freshness.

"Shall we go to bed now?" Armand asks.

"Yes…"

"Or would you rather have more coffee?"

"No… just to bed."

He nods. He finishes his coffee in one long swallow. He puffs in deep on his cigar, then lays it in the ash tray and goes across the room to the bathroom. I light a cigarette and stare out the window. I feel that I have traveled a thousand miles from Graham. I feel distant even from myself. It doesn't matter that I didn't find Eric.

Armand comes out of the bathroom, leaves the door open. He gestures toward it. "… if you want to before we lie down," he says.

"Yes, I think so…" I say. Our arms brush as we pass each other crossing the room. His touch sends shivers shooting through me. I go into the bathroom and pull the door shut. It is an old bathroom but very clean. I let the seat down, then lift my skirt and pull my panties down over my thighs. The seat feels hard and cold.

I smoke my cigarette while I sit there and stare at a pair of heavy men's shoes in the corner. I pull off a few sheets of the paper and pat myself dry. The paper is coarser than what I'm used to at home. I think about Armand, the size of him, how pleasant it is to be with him. I stand up and pull up my panties, snapping the waistband against my stomach. I pull the handle, making the water gurgle away, then wash my hands with a funny looking bar of greyish soap. I look at myself in the mirror and brush back my hair.

When I come back into the other room, the blanket on the mattress has been pulled down. The sheets look fresh and clean. Armand is standing next to the window. "I'm going to get undressed," he says. "I don't like to wear anything in bed. You can leave some of your things on if you want to."

"No, I'll get undressed too. I like the feel of sheets…"

"Would you like part of a joint first?"

"… huh?"

"A joint… grass."

"Marijuana? I don't know. I never…"

"No…? Not with Eric even? I don't use it much either but I like to when I go to bed like this."

"It's necessary for you…?"

He laughs. "No, not necessary. I just like it. It makes everything last longer… makes it better. But we don't have to. I won't either if you don't want to."

"I'll try it," I say. I move toward him, stand right in front of him. Still he doesn't touch me. Instead he goes to the cupboard and reaches back on the shelf and gets out a coarse looking cigarette. He lights it, puffs once, then hands it to me. I bring it to my lips, draw in on it hesitantly. I taste the smoke. It is slightly sour. At first. I feel nothing. I hand the cigarette back to him.

We pass the joint back and forth, puffing lightly. I begin to feel as if I am floating. I feel very high. Armand seems very close to me, almost as if he is a part of me. But at the same time he seems far off, remote. He takes the joint from me, sets it in the ash tray. "That's enough," he says.

The sound of the rain starts to pick up. I hear it beating rhythmically against the metal cans on the street. It sounds like an orchestra starting up. The music grows louder, sounds almost hauntingly beautiful. Armand begins unbuttoning his shirt.

I take off my blouse, then pull down the zipper at the side of my skirt. I hang my things over a chair. Armand is unbuckling his belt. I stand in front of him in just my bra and panties. I am still drifting, floating from the grass. Armand's shorts look very white against his skin. I unhook my bra and peel it off. My breasts stand free. I tug down on my panties, kick them off over my ankles. My pussy lips feel wet and creamy.

Armand's cock juts out thick and hard when he takes off his shorts. My nipples spike as we stand naked facing each other. He steps toward me and I feel the tip of his penis press against my skin. He kisses me. I probe his mouth with my tongue. I hunger to have his prick inside me.

I get down on the mattress and stretch out on my back and open my thighs to him. I look up at his big prick looming above me.. "Come on," I say. "… come down here with me."

In a moment we are lying next to each other. I stroke his cock. I can't stand the waiting to have him push it into me. But he seems in no hurry; he just fondles me. I roll over on my side and pull the tip of his prick between my cunt lips and rub it against my clitoris. "… why don't you put it all the way in me now… screw me… fuck me…"

I cum before he even gets his cock into me. He pushes all the way in, then, begins fucking me. The rubbing of his strange new skin against mine feels delightful. My cunt walls grip him. I thrust myself up against him. He moves in and out of me slowly, deliciously. I feel his hands on my breasts. I sink my tongue deep into his mouth. I press my swollen nipples up hard against his fingertips. The hot feeling in my pussy builds.,I can feel his prick all through me. He kisses my breasts; his tongue is wet against my nipples. I cum. The feeling is exquisite.

But it is not over. We only rest for a moment, waiting to begin the climb again. We lie there fondling each other. He sucks my nipples. Slowly. Tantalizingly. I love him to do that. His mouth feels so cool on me… don't bite, easy… poke at me there with your tongue.

Shall I hold your prick again? I like to touch it. It's so big. I don't think I've ever felt a cock so thick before. It's so nice and smooth here at the end. I like to rub my hand all along the length of it. Down here too by your stomach. If my hand was any smaller I wouldn't even be able to get all the way around it. Shall I hold your balls? They're nice… like enormous eggs but so soft. I won't squeeze them too hard. I know that hurts. I'll just press in on them a little. Don't stop sucking my nipple. That feels so nice. It's good to be with you. Do you like it being with me? Can you hear me or am I just talking to myself, just thinking all this?

Let's eat each other now. I'd love to eat you. Suck you. I'd love to have you eat me too, to feel your tongue inside me. Or shall we save all that and just keep feeling and kissing each other until we're ready to fuck again? Your hands… I love a man's hands. Why don't you rub my pussy with them though? Are you just teasing me… or saving my pussy for your cock? Don't save it. Feel it. I want it to be all juicy and smooth for you when we fuck again. I want your fingers to be in my cunt. Here I'll show you. Put your hand here… there, yes… your finger here in the middle… rub me there… harder… mmm that's nice.

I'll keep rubbing you too. Your cock feels so warm. Shall I pump it? Not too hard, I don't want to make you cum. I'll rub your balls again instead. I love to feel them. But I want to be fucked now… let's… all right? I want to feel your cock push into me again. I want to feel my cunt lips spread to take you. I want to feel the bare skin of your prick rubbing against me. Let me move a little… like this… there, now it's right… push in… fuck me now. Keep moving go all the way in. Kiss my breasts… there, yes. Can you rub me down here again while you go in and out of me. Oh are you going to finish already… yes yes all right… I can feel you shooting into me. So warm. I'm curving too. Don't stop. Keep fucking me… keep cuming in me…

We lie there for a long time, our naked bodies sweaty against each other. I play with his prick. He rests with his head on my breasts, his lips brushing one of my nipples. I am conscious of nothing now but the good feeling of his body next to mine. The glow stays with me, warms me. I listen to the steady sound of the rain.