Old Friends 2

		DarkNites: 	Old Friends (Part II)
	"Why?", she asked bluntly.  "Whats the good of it after so long?"
	"No good at all." he admitted.  "You're still a incredibly desirable
woman, Ade.  I don't what it is, but something about you reaches out to me and
hits all the right spots.  That and I've never really felt that what we had
was ended."  She looked incredulous.
	"It been TEN years, Garett."
	"I think you're misunderstanding me.  What I'm trying to say is..
I can't put it into words..  I'm the kind of person that needs to finish 
everything he starts.  We broke up so suddenly.  Its never really felt over.  
You've always been there, a loose end dangling in my past." 
	"And you want to wrap me up.."  She started laughing with genuine
amusement.  "I LIKE this.  Its so weird.  So me.."
	"Seriously though, I can't sleep with you.  There are only a few rules
I keep and one of them is not to hop into bed with a man I've just met.."
Garett smiled.  
	"You still know me, Ade.  I think you always have."  She became very
still in the corner of her couch.  He slid over to her and lifted a hand to 
stroke her jaw.  He looked into her eyes and what he saw, he didn't really 
understand.
	"Kiss me." he said.

	Her eyes darkened, something still so familiar to him.  She leant
towards him slowly, her eyes searching his face.  Not a single part of her
body was touching him when her lips met his.  Her tongue slid into his mouth,
quietly exploring.  Tasting, teasing him elegantly.  He moved his body over
hers, pressing her down into the couch as he met her tongue with his own.  
She gave way to his insistence, pulling him tight into her body and hooking
a slim leg over his hip.

	Garett felt her hips arch towards him, felt her groin press against
his stiff shaft.  Damn!  How could he have forgotten the effect she had on 
him?  Desire poured through him, intense and wildly exciting.  He pulled away 
from her lips, looking down at her flushed face.  Her lips parted gently and 
her tongue slipped out to moisten them.  And her eyes..  Oh God!  Her eyes..

	Her lashes fluttered down gently as she arched her back, her breasts
rising up in subtle invitation.  His mouth found an erect nipple through 
the thin fabric.  A small gasp escaped her as the friction of the cloth and 
the rasp of his tongue tantalized her sensitive tip.  The hands on his shoulders
started to kneed his muscles in rhythm with his stroking.  He transferred his
attention to her other peak already showing red through the thin fabric.  One
hand came up to caress her other breast.  A soft groan slipped from her as she 
arched again, feeling the delicious tension start coiling in her torso.

	He pulled back, breathing hard as heat spread through his veins.  She
immediately slipped out from under him and to her feet.  Garett closed his eyes
and groaned inwardly.  She was right.  This whole thing was stupid.  A 
ridiculous attempt to recapture some of the magic of youth.  He raised his
eyes to her, opened his mouth to apologize and froze.  She was standing in 
front of the antique burner, the glow from it shining though her clothes and
outlining her body clearly to him.  Her eyes were intense as her hands came up 
to her neck.  One by one the buttons on her nightshirt fell apart to expose 
her body to his view.  He never even noticed when the shirt slid to the floor
with a whisper.

	Something lodged in his throat as he sat there on the sofa, looking
at her.  The last time she had the freshness and purity of youth.  Now it
was the full-blown sensuality of a full grown woman.  She stood there, 
unrelentingly female, unashamably woman.  

	He came to his feet and then he was standing in front of her.  Without
a word, she started work on his buttons.  He placed his hands on her waist,
feeling its smallest, before sweeping them up to cup her breasts.  He took 
their weight in his hands, marvelling at the subtle changes time had wrought
on her.  Her breasts were fuller, yet softer and her nipples were larger and
infinitely more sensitive..

	He took a nipple between his fingers, driving it in small circles 
against her breast.  He heard a harsh gasp and looked up to see the flame
light in her eyes.  Her lips parted slowly and her tongue flicked out to
moisten her lower lip.  The subtle invitation started a delicious tightening
in his groin that eased only when she unzipped his slacks.  Immediately her 
hand slid under the warm fabric to feel and shape his rigid penis straining 
madly against the cotton of his briefs.

	Suddenly she dropped to a knee before him.  He laid his hands on her 
bare shoulders, lifting each foot as she deftly drew off his shoes and socks.
Then she took his outstretched hand, rising to her feet gracefully.  Her hands
travelled over his bare chest, stroking and kneading, then reaching around to 
cup and squeeze the firmness of his butt.  Then with a sensual smile, she 
hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his slacks and pushed down slowly, 
the material sliding off easily to pool around his feet.  

	One final mission.  Garett held his breath as her deft fingers slipped 
under the waistband of his briefs and ever so slowly, peeled them off him.  
His erect penis leapt free of its confinement, pointing at her proudly.  
She took a long look at him then.  Her first lover.

	His stomach muscles tightened involuntarily as he felt her gaze travel 
over his body in an invisible caress.  The appreciation in her eyes suddenly 
brought him a realization of his own beauty.   With a sense of wonder he felt 
every nerve ending in his body come alive, tingling slightly as they awaited 
her touch.  New.  He felt young and alive again...

	Adrienne could hear her own heart pounding in her ears.  He still
looked wonderful, lean and subtly muscled.  Simply begging to be touched.
But she didn't.  Instead, she caught his heated gaze with her own, sinking
down to her knees in front of him.  

	The throbbing in his cock intensified as soon as he read the intent in 
her eyes.  His hands found her shoulders, tightening his grip as part of his 
self-control slipped.  Her gaze dropped to his straining penis, and he 
shuddered as though she had touched him.  Slowly, she lifted both hands to 
stroke his hard shaft, examining it as if for the first time.  
Velvet and steel.  Beautiful.

	Her hands slid off his cock then, slipping around to clasp his butt.
Garett's breathing shallowed as he watched her mouth draw closer to his cock.
He saw her tongue dart out and gently lick the drop of moisture that had 
gathered at its tip.  The hands on her shoulders gripped convulsively as he
watched her lips approach, part to take him in.  Oh God!  How many times had
he fantasized about a woman on her knees before him, pleasuring him like 
he had never been pleasured before.  The anticipation was unbearable..

	And then he felt the pressure of her mouth.  Oh God!  No fantasy could 
even come close to the reality.  Groaning, he couldn't take his eyes off the 
sight of his shaft disappearing between her lips.

	Adrienne took her time.  She let her tongue trace the sensitive ring 
around his cock-head, flicking, teasing it unbearably until she suddenly 
sank his entire shaft into her throat.  Garett stiffened and threw back his 
head with a strangled moan, clutching her as the incredible pleasure of the 
sudden heat and tightness shot through his body.  She didn't wait for him to 
recover but started bobbing her head, her tongue swirling madly against the 
sensitive underside of his dick.  

	Instinct took over.  Garett's hips started thrusting involuntarily,
trying to force as much as possible of himself down her throat.  But she 
wasn't having any of that!  She took hold of his hips firmly and held him 
still.  She was going to do this her own way..

	Adrienne pulled back and plunged down again and again, her lips 
squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.  Her hands crept around to 
pull his hips towards her, taking more and more of him in until his entire
length slid easily down her throat.  His hips found the rhythm, moving
with her towards his climax.  He threw back his head, his body arching like 
a taut bow, gasping little moans of pleasure as he concentrated on the 
pleasure she was giving him.  Faster and faster the tension built, layers of
it, taking him to the edge of heaven.  A grimace etched itself on his face as 
he began to fight it, wanting the incredible sensations to go on forever..
	
	"Adrienne!  Oh God!  No!  Not like this!", he moaned as an even more 
deeply rooted instinct took over.  He pulled away from her, his mind filled 
with hot, lusty images of his cock sinking into her body.  He needed to thrust 
into her warm, tight hole, to feel her body squirm under his, to feel her 
muscles hold him when he came..  He dropped to his knees beside her.

	"Do you have a condom?", he asked urgently.  
	"Yes.", she answered in a level voice.
	"Where is it?"
	"It doesn't matter.  I'm not going to have sex with you." 
	It hit him like a bucket of very cold water.  He froze.  

	"What kind of twisted game are you playing?", he growled.
	"Nothing.", she smiled softly.  "I told you I don't sleep with men 
I don't know.  I meant it."
	Garett felt the fury start to boil within him.  He wanted to ..
And then he realised.
	"This is some sort of revenge for that last time, isn't it." he said 
slowly.
	"Of course not.", she scoffed.  "I don't hold grudges for that long.."
But the truth was in her eyes..

	Garett swore silently.  Rematch:  Adrienne 1, Garett 0.
	"This isn't over, you know..", he threatened softly. 
	She smiled.
	"I know."

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