A series of stories written by me and a girl i have been cummunicating with through e-mail for about a month now. The stories are about our fantasised meeting of one another. Written by her.
I shot up straight and looked at him in disbelief. Had he really just said that? Puzzled and shocked, barely audible, I managed to mutter the word, what? He sat up to look me straight in the eye and repeated himself, I want to come with you. God knows I was tempted to just say okay and let him have his way. But I couldn’t t help but wonder how long it took him to consider such a rash move. I fired my concerns at him, what about your home, your family and friends, a job... My eyes were full of worry as he chuckled at my rapid questioning. He informed me that it was an option he had been considering since we had decided to meet. My head still spun as I tried to think rationally. Of course I wanted him to be with me and knew that when we parted I would be devastated but was he really willing to make this decision and risk so much? Was I willing to let him? My eyes reveled all my worries.
He looked at me and his face and tone of voice were serious. He said, Baby, do you have fun with me? I shook my head yes and couldn’t t help but to smile. Then it s settled; I m coming with you. I was staring at him now, very confused. What about your clothes and other possessions? I managed to spit out. He laughed, I tell you, I m not leaving and you are concerned about my possessions? I was too befuddled to see the humor. I didn’t t have clothes to fit him. Nor did I have a bed where he could sleep. I bit my lip as my eyes shown more and more bewildering thoughts. He held my hands in his, kissed my lips, and told me that everything was going to work out fine. Where will you live? I asked. He told me that he had been looking at some apartments already. I asked what his reasoning was for wanting to come to Iowa. When he said me, I knew he was making a mistake and I told him so.
He looked saddened by my evaluation and I tried to explain that I didn’t want him giving up so much for me. Then I asked what he was going to do when he didn’t want me anymore. It was apparent this had hurt him even more and I felt like a royal bitch. Quietly but sternly he told me such a thing had never crossed his mind. He strolled over to the window, crossed his arms, and bent his head. I walked up behind him and placed my head on his shoulder. With tears forming in my eyes, I softly murmured, I just want what’s best for you. He pulled me under his arm, stroked my hair and said, I know. I pulled myself closer to him and buried my head into his broad chest. I tried my best to refrain but eventually I couldn’t hold back anymore. My eyes moistened and I began sniffling fiercely. He felt my body shaking and felt my salty tears on his chest. He lifted my chin with his finger and asked what was wrong. I told him how hard it would be for me to depart and how I hadn’t meant to hurt him. He told me he knew and that leaving would be hard for him also.
After I had calmed down a bit, he picked me up. Might as well have a proper farewell, he said as he laid me across the bed that was still messy from the previous night. I grinned as he lowered himself on top of me, his skin touching mine. It sent chills through my body. He kissed and licked every inch of my body. I did the same to his cock in returned. When he had hardened, he lodged his dick inside my warm, juicy, wet pussy. He immediately went into hard and heavy thrusting. My moans grew louder until they turned to screams. He went harder and faster, groaning in sync with me. Before either of us had reached an orgasm, he pulled out.
He then rolled me on my side and spooned me. Once again he inserted his dick into my sopping wet pussy and began thrusting. With every thrust my orgasm built. He rubbed my clit while still stuffing my cunt from behind. I orgasmed and my juices squirted all over the sheets. He kept going and soon he had reached his orgasm. We stayed in the same position with him holding me tightly. His hands wandered up and down my body. He moved my hair off my neck and kissed my neck up to my ears. I turned over to face him and kissed him. Then I put my head and one hand on his chest. I kissed his chest a few times and then laid my head back down. I asked him what he was going to do.
When he didn't say anything, I assured him, "You know I want you. I want you with me all the time. I don't want you to leave but I just want what's best for you. And I don't want you to make a mistake." He stroked my hair and told me I would never be a mistake. I kissed him and asked again what he was going to do. He told me that he was going home but we would see each other again soon. We would get things worked out and I would be able to wake up every morning to him. I smiled and kissed him. He turned me on my back and kissed me hard, his hands wandering all over my naked body. He placed his fingers inside my pussy and began fingering my violently. We held our kiss, as he was finger fucking my pussy until I screamed, "Oh god!" and I squirted on his hand. He raised his fingers to my lips and I licked them off, cleaning them of all my juices. He kissed me again and said that we had better start gathering our stuff.