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Pillow Talk
Jane remained in bed and took advantage of his short visit to the bathroom to change into his favorite lingerie—a red interlaced fabric, revealing nearly the entirety of its back, and with a rose petal meshed below the cleavage. His obsession with this particular lingerie still remained a mystery to her. She tried one too many times, interchangeably positioning herself to find the most coquettish position to be in when he finally exited the bathroom. She sat up in the carefully tucked in bed, leaning slightly against the headboard and didn’t find that position seductive. She tried to feign sleep by prostrating herself, exposing the roundness of her ass as a catch. Neither positions struck her as seductive enough till she thought of the perfect position.
She propped herself up on an elbow and faced the direction of the bathroom, crossing one leg over a straightened one. She leaned her head back slightly and drew circles on her ass with her fingers. She imagined him walking in to find her already smiling and comforted by his presence.
Everything else about her besides the lingerie seemed very much on point—her hair was covered under a customized bonnet with ‘Ginger’ cursively inscribed on it. She had gotten her whole body waxed a couple of days back and she was sleek as a pebble, and most importantly, she smelled heavenly.
“Oh shoot,” she said, expecting her flow later that evening or early the very next morning.
She felt sexy and smiled in appreciation of herself however.
Her mind wandered on how the night was going to pan out. Before she could complete the thought, the bathroom door opened. Jerome walked out, drying one hand on his white towel which wrapped sexily around his thin waist as he shut the door behind him. His broad chest complimented his abs, and memories of him lying over her when they made love as she rubbed his chest and abs came flooding in. She remembered how she used to carefully guide his waist in and out whenever he was over her and thrusting her.
He lifted his head and wondered which Angel had escaped the gates of heaven to be on his bed tonight. His faced beamed as he stood still, taking a moment to admire her. The blue light of the room gave his perfect teeth a slight glow.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” Jane asked smiling
“Mm you look yummy,” he cravingly responded.
Noticing how great she smelled across the room, and how swiftly she had changed from her sweatpants and T-shirt into his favorite lingerie, he asked
“How long had I been in the bathroom?”, searching his thoughts jovially.
He bit on his lower lips softly.
She smiled shyly and spread out her arms,
“come here baby,” she said.
He approached the bed, invoking his animalistic fantasies and climbed on the bed on all fours, moving steadily as a wild cat carefully advances on its targeted prey. He crawled into her arms, hugging her so tight he could almost feel the synchronicity of their heart beats against his bare chest.
“You’d been in there for a while. I thought you were never going to come out,” she stated.
“I missed you,” taking on a cute countenance.
The cute facial expression complimented her face, making her prettier— her eyes especially. She had wonderful eyes that he usually got lost looking into. Her beautiful round face had taken a different shape with the bonnet she wore over her four days old grey and black braids.
He had been lost in his thoughts for a moment, struck immensely by her allure.
“Stay with me,” she said, snapping her fingers twice.
He snapped out of it and stated,
“But I literally left you by yourself for less than five minutes.”
“I know, but I still missed you.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. With an almost inaudible voice, he said
“I missed you too,” and continued kissing her.
“Gosh, you smell so good. And your lips taste better”
She smiled at his utterance and kissed him back.
He laid beside her, slid over the left strap of her lingerie off her shoulder and fondled her firm breast.
“When did you first realize you wanted to be with me?” Jane inquired.
“Have I never told you the story?” Jerome asked.
She searched her thoughts a couple of seconds and shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very positive J.”
He sat up in bed and took up the first position Jane had been in that she didn’t find seductive enough—reclined against the headboard. She leaned on him and placed her head between his chest and navel and prepared her ears for the unveiling of the story prior to be told.
“Alexa, turn down the music,” Jerome uttered. The virtual assistant smart speaker turned down John legend’s Love Me Now song that was playing in the background. It was their second favorite song and tonight, it had been on repeat for the better part of the night.
His right hand still lingered in her lingerie, teasing her boobs and drawing circles around her nipples. He pulled off her bonnet so he could play with her hair.
…
The Mc, Desmond, had just acknowledged the dignitaries present, and was setting the mic down when I noticed you. My ride had canceled and I made it to the event in a haste, so much so that I didn’t find the time to search the room for those who had arrived earlier.
You sat two tables away from me—adjacent the first beam from the speakers that was decorated in white and purple flowered designs.
You sat four per table—Ron, Cecil, Nancy and yourself.
“Oh that was the send-off party, right?”
Exactly, our graduation send-off party.
You were looking straight ahead, your eyes fixed on the next speaker and didn’t seem to break your concentration. I’d seen you several times with that same fixture and attentiveness. Your hair was short, short and permed neat. You grinned occasionally to the little jokes the Mc cracked. I wasn’t sure if you were on a date with Ron but he seemed to stare at you a lot at the event.
“Actually I wasn’t but he used to like me though”.
Anyway, as you sat across me, looking glamours in your fitting African sewn dress—not the usual silky dinner wears—you stood out among the others. A reason I wasn’t surprised you picked the award for the most well-dressed lady that night. I remember how Cecil rose to his feet, held your hand while you got out of your seat, and hugged you while you made way to go for the award. What a gentleman!
I used to wish that was me but look at me now, in bed with you and I can confidently call you mine and mine alone. Every guy in that room that night would die for a moment like this with you.
“Oh stop it”
It’s the truth though and you know it too.
You chuckled a long way up the stage and walked elegantly as we cheered you on.
“We took a picture together, didn’t we?”
Oh yes we did, I still have it somewhere in my google photos.
“What a night that was”
We’d been friends long enough for me know I wanted you in my life but a better part of me always felt things will have a way of panning out so I let it play out.
That night you didn’t come off as just a long time friend, rather as someone I’d not necessarily written off, but someone I’d suppressed feelings for.
A large part of me wanted you more that night—more than just a friend.
That was how it all began.
“I wouldn’t have wanted to wind up with anyone in that room other than you,” Jane said softly, lifting herself up next to him. She smiled and put her manicured hand to the side of his face and kissed him. He kissed her back, slowly and vehemently.
She could feel his heart racing and his breath increasing. She bit his lower lip gently as he caressed her breasts. Jerome leaned back, making way for Jane’s body to fall in on his. Her lingerie was way up the arcs of her ass along her waistline. He felt the bareness of her soft ass and grabbed it. She moaned, for that was her second most sensitive erogenous zone. They kissed long enough to taste their breaths and had had enough of it.
“I’m glad you chose me,” Jerome said lastly, kissed her on the forehead, pressed his body against hers and cuddled her to sleep.
© KinDel
She propped herself up on an elbow and faced the direction of the bathroom, crossing one leg over a straightened one. She leaned her head back slightly and drew circles on her ass with her fingers. She imagined him walking in to find her already smiling and comforted by his presence.
Everything else about her besides the lingerie seemed very much on point—her hair was covered under a customized bonnet with ‘Ginger’ cursively inscribed on it. She had gotten her whole body waxed a couple of days back and she was sleek as a pebble, and most importantly, she smelled heavenly.
“Oh shoot,” she said, expecting her flow later that evening or early the very next morning.
She felt sexy and smiled in appreciation of herself however.
Her mind wandered on how the night was going to pan out. Before she could complete the thought, the bathroom door opened. Jerome walked out, drying one hand on his white towel which wrapped sexily around his thin waist as he shut the door behind him. His broad chest complimented his abs, and memories of him lying over her when they made love as she rubbed his chest and abs came flooding in. She remembered how she used to carefully guide his waist in and out whenever he was over her and thrusting her.
He lifted his head and wondered which Angel had escaped the gates of heaven to be on his bed tonight. His faced beamed as he stood still, taking a moment to admire her. The blue light of the room gave his perfect teeth a slight glow.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” Jane asked smiling
“Mm you look yummy,” he cravingly responded.
Noticing how great she smelled across the room, and how swiftly she had changed from her sweatpants and T-shirt into his favorite lingerie, he asked
“How long had I been in the bathroom?”, searching his thoughts jovially.
He bit on his lower lips softly.
She smiled shyly and spread out her arms,
“come here baby,” she said.
He approached the bed, invoking his animalistic fantasies and climbed on the bed on all fours, moving steadily as a wild cat carefully advances on its targeted prey. He crawled into her arms, hugging her so tight he could almost feel the synchronicity of their heart beats against his bare chest.
“You’d been in there for a while. I thought you were never going to come out,” she stated.
“I missed you,” taking on a cute countenance.
The cute facial expression complimented her face, making her prettier— her eyes especially. She had wonderful eyes that he usually got lost looking into. Her beautiful round face had taken a different shape with the bonnet she wore over her four days old grey and black braids.
He had been lost in his thoughts for a moment, struck immensely by her allure.
“Stay with me,” she said, snapping her fingers twice.
He snapped out of it and stated,
“But I literally left you by yourself for less than five minutes.”
“I know, but I still missed you.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. With an almost inaudible voice, he said
“I missed you too,” and continued kissing her.
“Gosh, you smell so good. And your lips taste better”
She smiled at his utterance and kissed him back.
He laid beside her, slid over the left strap of her lingerie off her shoulder and fondled her firm breast.
“When did you first realize you wanted to be with me?” Jane inquired.
“Have I never told you the story?” Jerome asked.
She searched her thoughts a couple of seconds and shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very positive J.”
He sat up in bed and took up the first position Jane had been in that she didn’t find seductive enough—reclined against the headboard. She leaned on him and placed her head between his chest and navel and prepared her ears for the unveiling of the story prior to be told.
“Alexa, turn down the music,” Jerome uttered. The virtual assistant smart speaker turned down John legend’s Love Me Now song that was playing in the background. It was their second favorite song and tonight, it had been on repeat for the better part of the night.
His right hand still lingered in her lingerie, teasing her boobs and drawing circles around her nipples. He pulled off her bonnet so he could play with her hair.
…
The Mc, Desmond, had just acknowledged the dignitaries present, and was setting the mic down when I noticed you. My ride had canceled and I made it to the event in a haste, so much so that I didn’t find the time to search the room for those who had arrived earlier.
You sat two tables away from me—adjacent the first beam from the speakers that was decorated in white and purple flowered designs.
You sat four per table—Ron, Cecil, Nancy and yourself.
“Oh that was the send-off party, right?”
Exactly, our graduation send-off party.
You were looking straight ahead, your eyes fixed on the next speaker and didn’t seem to break your concentration. I’d seen you several times with that same fixture and attentiveness. Your hair was short, short and permed neat. You grinned occasionally to the little jokes the Mc cracked. I wasn’t sure if you were on a date with Ron but he seemed to stare at you a lot at the event.
“Actually I wasn’t but he used to like me though”.
Anyway, as you sat across me, looking glamours in your fitting African sewn dress—not the usual silky dinner wears—you stood out among the others. A reason I wasn’t surprised you picked the award for the most well-dressed lady that night. I remember how Cecil rose to his feet, held your hand while you got out of your seat, and hugged you while you made way to go for the award. What a gentleman!
I used to wish that was me but look at me now, in bed with you and I can confidently call you mine and mine alone. Every guy in that room that night would die for a moment like this with you.
“Oh stop it”
It’s the truth though and you know it too.
You chuckled a long way up the stage and walked elegantly as we cheered you on.
“We took a picture together, didn’t we?”
Oh yes we did, I still have it somewhere in my google photos.
“What a night that was”
We’d been friends long enough for me know I wanted you in my life but a better part of me always felt things will have a way of panning out so I let it play out.
That night you didn’t come off as just a long time friend, rather as someone I’d not necessarily written off, but someone I’d suppressed feelings for.
A large part of me wanted you more that night—more than just a friend.
That was how it all began.
“I wouldn’t have wanted to wind up with anyone in that room other than you,” Jane said softly, lifting herself up next to him. She smiled and put her manicured hand to the side of his face and kissed him. He kissed her back, slowly and vehemently.
She could feel his heart racing and his breath increasing. She bit his lower lip gently as he caressed her breasts. Jerome leaned back, making way for Jane’s body to fall in on his. Her lingerie was way up the arcs of her ass along her waistline. He felt the bareness of her soft ass and grabbed it. She moaned, for that was her second most sensitive erogenous zone. They kissed long enough to taste their breaths and had had enough of it.
“I’m glad you chose me,” Jerome said lastly, kissed her on the forehead, pressed his body against hers and cuddled her to sleep.
© KinDel
