Thursday, August 3, 2017

something from the archives: say goodbye - part 31

so apparently back in the day, i titled this the plotless nookie scene. i was so witty when i was in college! #sarcasm

anyway, read at your own risk below. catch up with the story at the links: 12345678910111213141516171819202122232425262728, 29, and 30.

 Part 31

Late that evening Isabel made a bonfire with her powers, and they were making s’mores and swapping ghost stories. Isabel lay with her head in Kyle’s lap, as he absently stroked her hair. Liz sat between Michael’s legs, his arms wrapped around her waist as he listened intently to the story she was spinning.

“…Enraptured by the woman’s green eyes, the young seminarist stepped out into the woods every night. They never spoke. He would watch her dance between the trees ‘til daybreak and then head back to the Mission.

“The other students wondered at his behavior. He would fall asleep while the Monsignor lectured, during the matins and vesper services. He’d even fall asleep on top of the food on his plate. But nothing but the woman with the green eyes mattered to him.

“So one night he decided to leave thoughts of ordination behind and went to the woods. This time intending to speak to the woman and declaring his love for her. When he wasn’t at the Mission the next morning, they did a thorough search of the woods, but he had vanished without a trace.

“They searched his belongings and found mention of this woman with the green eyes. So the director of the Mission made inquiries. Her name had been Aurora and she had died of consumption three winters before. She had loved the woods and had been known to wander through them every day until she grew too weak and passed away. She was buried in the village cemetery.” Liz’s voice had dropped to a whisper. And by the time she finished her story the only noise that could be heard among them was the crackle of the fire.

“That’s it?” exclaimed Kyle.

“What more do you want?” Liz asked.

“Answers dammit!” Kyle grumbled.

“Then it wouldn’t be a ghost story.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“So, I’m really tired you guys. And tomorrow we have to the big visit to the caves, so we should all get a good night’s sleep.” Isabel spoke up. Standing and pulling Kyle along with her, “You’ll put out the fire right?” she asked Michael.

Michael nodded. “Night, Iz. Kyle.”

Liz and Michael watched as Isabel and Kyle headed to their tent and smiled at one another. Liz turned around in Michael’s arm and sat on his lap facing him. “Mmm. I thought they’d never leave.”

Michael’s breath caught. Liz kept wiggling her bottom, rubbing her body against his sensitive shaft. “Um. Yeah.”

Liz wrinkled her nose at him and teasingly pressed a light kiss against his full lips. Michael groaned and pressed her tightly against him, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Tasting marshmallow and chocolate and all that was Liz. “Mmm. So sweet.”



“Put. That. Fire out. And let’s. Take. This. To our tent.” Liz punctuated her words with kisses. Disentangling herself from Michael’s arms and heading to the tent without him. Flustered and frustrated, Michael made quick work of putting out the fire; carefully making sure that not an ember remained burning, before heading to where Liz was waiting.

In the short time it had taken Michael to put out the bonfire Liz had transformed their tent into something out of a fantasy. She had spread their sleeping blankets across the floor of the tent, and pushed their belongings to the edges of the tent. The box of condoms Michael had brought placed on the corner of their blankets for easy access later. She’d hung a flashlight from one of the bars in the tent’s ceiling and the dim lighting cast a romantic glow across her skin. She lay naked waiting for him.

Michael’s jaw dropped.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that she was all his. Only his. He didn’t say anything as he pulled his comfortable gray t-shirt off. Nor did she as he dropped his pants. She watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he stripped off his boxers, and slowly stretched out on top of her.

“You feel so damn good Michael.”

“I’m not too heavy?”

“No. I like the weight of you on me. I also like you in me.”

“Liz!” Michael said shocked. He didn’t expect Liz to say things like that.

“What Michael? It’s been too long. I need you.”

“Oh, baby. I need you too.” With that Michael silenced Liz’s next words with his lips. Capturing her mouth in a long and tender kiss. Nibbling on her bottom lip and sucking her tongue into his mouth. They poured out their emotions into that one kiss. Their need for each other.

Michael left Liz’s mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, suckling at the place where her pulse jumped in her throat. Marking her as his.

Liz ran her hands down Michael’s back, enjoying the ripple of his muscles beneath her fingers. He knead her breasts, until her nipples hardened, clamoring for more attention. He laved them with his tongue, eliciting moans from Liz. As she restlessly moved beneath him.

Her body throbbing with an ache only Michael could ease. “Michael…please…” she moaned.

But Michael was intent on worshipping the most precious being in the world to him. He moved his hands to her wet, yielding folds, rubbing her clit as he swallowed her screams with a searing openmouthed kiss. Slowly he slipped one finger in her tight sheath, moving it in and out in a rhythm that was driving Liz wild.

She opened her legs further, allowing him more access, and he abandoned her lips as he took her in his mouth. Licking and sucking and using his tongue to drive her over the edge.

He held back just when he felt her tighten and rapidly grabbing a foil packet he quickly slid it over his throbbing erection and without further ado plunged into Liz’s willing body. She locked her legs around his waist as he drove into her, their bodies meeting in a fast and frantic rhythm.

Their shouts of ecstasy muffled by their kisses. And as they climaxed they looked into each other’s eyes. A connection forming between them, and flashes of every moment they ever saw each other, every feeling they’d ever had for one another, heightened by their passion surrounded them as they fell into each other’s souls.

Afterward, they cuddled, their bodies shivering still in reaction to their lovemaking. Michael lay on Liz, his head nestled by her neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as the lay spent.


“Yeah baby.”

“I just…I love you so much. And seeing how much you love me, how much you’ve always loved me…I just wanted to tell you. You are my everything.”

“Oh baby…I know. I love you too. You’re in my heart. You’re in my soul. You are my heart.”

Their lips met in a slow lingering kiss.

“So. A whole box, huh?” she teased him.

“Yeah. Well you know what the Boy Scouts say?”

“What do they say?” Liz knew the answer to this, but she wanted to hear Michael say it.

“Be prepared.”

Liz erupted into laughter as she pushed Michael onto his back. “Well, my love, it’s your turn now. And you better be prepared…”

“Prepared for what?”

Liz’s reply was to kiss his neck and rake her nails down his chest.

Michael moaned.

His hands tangling themselves in her thick lustrous hair as he arched his back slightly to give her more access to his body.

Liz lavished attention on both his nipples before continuing her journey downward; she licked and kissed the expanse of skin of Michael’s abdomen, smiling as his cock jumped in response.

Finally she reached her destination.

Reaching between their bodies, Liz tickled Michael lightly at the base of his testicles. Pressing a kiss on the tip of his cock before opening her mouth and sucking him in.

Her tongue swirled around the smooth skin as she followed a rhythm guided by Michael’s hands in her hair. Up and down she sucked and rubbed until Michael abruptly pulled her up against him, pressing a heated kiss on her lips.

Liz grabbed a new packet and teasingly put it in place while Michael groaned. “Baby, please…”

Liz positioned him carefully as she impaled herself on his shaft. His hands on her waist helped her pace their thrusts, as Michael filled her to the hilt. Their bodies grinding together as they both reached the point of no return.

Shuddering as their orgasms hit simultaneously.

Lying wrapped in each other’s arms.

Knowing and feeling the love.

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