'Cause I Am Not In Love

I rise up and my hands reach beneath my shirt. I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties, tugging them down and pulling them away. I make sure Rachel looks and sees this, and I know she knows what comes next.

She really is beautiful. She’s got looks that are unlike anything I’ve ever seen and yet somehow so familiar to me. The quintissential co-ed blonde, even after all these years.

Pale grey eyes and glowing blonde hair. A nose that is slim and upturned at the end and cheekbones that are high and proud. Lips so full they’re almost too plump and a face that would almost be too long, but on her only comes across as angelic.

Innocent, almost, but for the fact that I’ve seen her too many times just like this and so know she is so much more.

She is breathtaking.

Rachel is eager as I slip up her body. She is so beautiful as she breathes in with a shudder and my thighs cut her off, as I drop the hem of my shirt over her face and feel her lips close on my sex.

Oh god there is nothing in this world quite as good as getting eaten out by a woman. Since college I’ve had good lovers and bad and some of them excel at one thing and not another, but god nothing really compares to a woman tasting another woman. They know how to tease and they know how to please. They know exactly what I need to feel, what I need between my thighs.

Rachel presses her lips up and kisses me and her tongue slips out, dipping into my slit and drawing out my juices. She slips up and closes her lips around my clit, drawing it in with the slightest bit of pressure before altering that with a little flick of her tongue that drives me wild.

Back down again. Drawing up and down the fullness of my slit and making it so that my hips work automatic as I grind down onto her. Moving back and forth and finding our rhythm as she starts to pump that talented tongue of herself as deep into me as she can.

I feel my breath coming in hitches. My hands find my hair and tug at it as my head goes a little slack and a moan escapes my lips. Nipples achingly hard as they brush against the inside of my shirt and it’s soft but it feels rough in all the right ways. I grind harder and I feel more and the hot heat of my supple need pumps through my fucking veins as it burns me up like it always does, as it throbs out from the depth of me and redefines my edges.

Gasping and shuddering and oh so aching for more. Pressing onto my body through the fabric of my shirt and feeling it, feeling it on me and feeling it within me and wanting it and needing it and getting it from her.

Rachel knows me. She knows me like the touch of a familiar lover because that’s what she is and every time I find a man who will make me happy I die a little knowing that she just might not be there for me again. Each time she or I find a man that might be the one, I worry and so does she. Each time we break up we celebrate by falling into each other once more.

It’s not love. It can’t be love. Not romantic love at least because I can’t get that from her but that doesn’t make her affection for me any lesser. We love in our own way, an almost complete sort of attention that almost makes up for the rest of it.

Not quite, but more than enough for a night.

I feel her hands on my thighs and I cry out, feeling her slip up and tease her way between them. She pushes into my sex with one finger and then a second but the attentions of her mouth don’t stop until I cry out.

“I thought you were supposed to be handcuffed.”

Rachel pauses and draws back which elicits a cry that is so near pain from me and I can feel the fucking cocky grin she’s wearing as she dives back in, as she pushes in a third finger to meet the other two and curls around to touch my most sensitive spot from the inside as her tongue slips over my clit from the outside of my sex.

And I rise that last little bit. She brings me shuddering to the height that she knows so well just like so many other times before and when she shows me just what I can take I almost see the face of fucking god as I cry out, hands slamming down as my hips slam down and I grind out the wave after wave of my climax on her lips.

It takes me so long to come down, but it takes me only an instant to come back to the past. A blink of an eye and I’m back at the first day of college again.

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