Cafe Erotique

Welcome to Java Script, a coffeehouse smack-dab in the middle of a Southern college town where artists and writers try and satisfy lust for caffeine, the meaning of life, and other things....

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Maybe like this

It was a short walk to his apartment, just a few blocks. The air was clean and cool from a brief rainshower which had ended moments before they left Java Script. The sky cleared somewhat to reveal moments of sunlight as they walked, but now threatened to downpour again. He looked up to the sky.

"Check out that cloud," he said with some awe. She looked up. There was, indeed, a heavy black cloud rolling across the sky. "I hope we make it before the sky opens up." he went on.

It hadn't occurred to her to be concerned. She shrugged. "We'll just get wet," she said.

He continued to glance upward. "Yeah...." he said absently. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

She tried to think clearly, but her mind was crowded with images of hot, unbridled passion and a lot of hair-grabbing. She wanted to see him naked, knew he had more going on under the jeans and T-shirt than some Hollywood movie actor.

She'd seen him three or four times since the day he'd first expressed any interest in her; either he was with people or she was. They always smiled and said hello and when they connected eyes, she always blushed, hoping desperately that nobody noticed.

Today, finally, she ran into him when they were both by themselves. She'd been sitting under the canopy at one of the small tables reading the screenplay to "Raising Arizona" when he approached her.Their eyes met. Thunder rolled across the sky, followed by the sound of light rain on leaves.

"Good movie." He indicated to her book as he sat across from her.

"I've never seen it," she said, "but it's been fun to read." She closed the book and placed it on the table. She looked at him; he wasn't wearing a hat today.

They carried a conversation with some difficulty for her. She'd thought of him often, and when she had she didn't think of merely chatting....Sitting across from him now felt almost like a waking dream. She should be able to have her way with him under the table right now, shouldn't she, after the agony of all that waiting?

"I've got it at my place," he was saying. "We can go watch it, if you're not doing anything."

"What?" she asked. Good job, she thought. He laughed, pointing to the book.

"Raising Arizona," he said. "You said you've never seen it." He'd seemed amused.

She blushed. "Right," she'd said, glancing out toward the street. A couple were shaking drops of rain from their umbrella as they walked past.

Now, as they walked to his place, the air was chilled.

"Tornado weather," he remarked, looking up again. "Here," he said, turning up a walkway which led to a square, Southern-style house.

She followed him up the steps to a wide front porch strewn with a motley selection of chairs and a large, old wooden box turned upside-down, serving as a table. As he unlocked the door she studied the things on the box/table; several Pabst Blue Ribbon cans, a large ceramic ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts, a coffee mug with "Jesus Loves Me" printed on it, and a worn copy of "The Catcher in the Rye".

He pushed the door. It swung open with a creak. He gestured gallantly with his arm for her to enter first.

The apartment was dark. He closed the door, walked over to a large window and pulled the curtains open. She stood in the front hallway, looking around at the simple, sparsely furnished place. A futon was against one wall; in front of it, a woven rug covered an area of the wood floor. Another old wooden box was the coffee table, the word "APPLES" in weathered letters on the side.

He was beside her then, asking if she would like a glass of water. She felt the heat of his body and gave up.

"I'd like to see what you look like under there," she said.

For a moment he didn't respond; he looked at her as though he hadn't heard what she said, or heard it wrong. A long moment. She bit her lip. Fuck, she thought.

Then his face broke into a grin. He gave a little shrug. "Well," he said, "all right."

He peeled off the T-shirt and tossed it over his shoulder in one fluid movement. He stood watching her face. She stared; she could already taste his skin, feel her teeth sinking into it. "All of it," she urged.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and eased them off. He wore nothing underneath. She forgot her name.

"Come over here," he said softly, reaching one muscled arm out to take her hand and pull her to the futon. "Sit," he said.

She did, feeling giddy. "Whatever you want," she said.

He got to his knees before her and slid his hands from her ankles to her hips, pushing her skirt up. He moved the thong panties aside and slid two fingers inside her. She cried out, arching her back. He kept his hand there and moved so his face was close to hers. "I've so wanted to get you off," he said as she strained her body. "Every time I see you I want to make you crazy." He massaged the inside of her wet pussy with his fingers.

She reached for his hair with both hands and pressed her mouth to his. "It'll happen in a minute if you keep doing that," she said, moaning as he bit he lower lip. She tried to shut her responses down so her orgasm wouldn't happen so quickly, and he seemed to sense it; his movements became agonizingly, tantalizingly slow. His lips were on hers without actually kissing her. He watched her response closely, then changed the movement of his fingers slightly.

He had her. She gave up, gave herself over, couldn't stop it from happening....the orgasm slammed her like a tidal wave. "Ohhhh, GOD!" she yelled, clutching his neck as her body shook uncontrollably. He kissed her deeply then, making it go on even longer.....

When it finally ended, she was weak. He sat next to her and allowed her to catch her breath. She looked at him and smiled, still gasping a little.

"Wow," she breathed," wow...."

He stroked the inside of her thigh, grinning.

"Got any more in there?" he asked.

She was hot again. God, she wanted to eat him....


  • At 10:50 AM, Blogger Saltyknees said…

    I just came across your blog, so to speak. Beautiful writing. Beautiful thoughts. Please post more. I can be ready for more very soon!

    ....chris in canada


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