One More Night pt. 1
Isabel was ten minutes early for our last night. In all our years together, she was always an hour late to everything. We had been planning this night for months. When I heard her Mustang roar into my driveway, I knew she was just as eager as I was.
The day after tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Isabel something or the other. For tonight, she was just Isabel. When I met her, she was already engaged to a bland young man with a harmless smile. I guess that makes me the bad person. I've thought about that, but I don't feel guilty anymore. If he gets to have her for the rest of his life, I get to be selfish for just one more night.
She kicked the door shut and threw her keys and purse on the floor. With Isabel, every movement was big and dramatic. She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long, wet kiss. Her red lipstick smeared with my pale pink lip gloss. When she stepped back, her mouth looked like she had just been eating fresh cherries.
We had been planning this night for months. I contemplated renting a fancy hotel suite and decorating it with candles and rose petals. We could lie in bed while sipping fancy champagne. At the last minute, she decided that was too much. It wasn't us. We were beer and t-shirts type of girls. We liked to vegetate on the couch and watch The Sopranos or Sex and the City. Why change now?
She opened my robe and ran her hands over my bare body. She cupped my breasts, pressing them together, making my sensitive nipples throb. Her fingers dipped between my legs as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tried to unbutton her shirt, but my fingers felt big and clumsy. She stopped me and undressed herself. I slipped my robe off and pressed my warm body against her cool flesh.
I tasted her earlobe, the base of her neck, the crevice between her full breasts. My tongue moved lower, licking her taut stomach, tickling her navel, resting between her legs. I pressed my mouth against her and she gasped. That first contact of my tongue between her legs always brought the same soft gasp.
To be continued...
The day after tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Isabel something or the other. For tonight, she was just Isabel. When I met her, she was already engaged to a bland young man with a harmless smile. I guess that makes me the bad person. I've thought about that, but I don't feel guilty anymore. If he gets to have her for the rest of his life, I get to be selfish for just one more night.
She kicked the door shut and threw her keys and purse on the floor. With Isabel, every movement was big and dramatic. She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long, wet kiss. Her red lipstick smeared with my pale pink lip gloss. When she stepped back, her mouth looked like she had just been eating fresh cherries.
We had been planning this night for months. I contemplated renting a fancy hotel suite and decorating it with candles and rose petals. We could lie in bed while sipping fancy champagne. At the last minute, she decided that was too much. It wasn't us. We were beer and t-shirts type of girls. We liked to vegetate on the couch and watch The Sopranos or Sex and the City. Why change now?
She opened my robe and ran her hands over my bare body. She cupped my breasts, pressing them together, making my sensitive nipples throb. Her fingers dipped between my legs as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tried to unbutton her shirt, but my fingers felt big and clumsy. She stopped me and undressed herself. I slipped my robe off and pressed my warm body against her cool flesh.
I tasted her earlobe, the base of her neck, the crevice between her full breasts. My tongue moved lower, licking her taut stomach, tickling her navel, resting between her legs. I pressed my mouth against her and she gasped. That first contact of my tongue between her legs always brought the same soft gasp.
To be continued...
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