Little Sessions

Lying on bed of the fold out couch in the lower level of her family's tri-level home was something, actually it was the only thing, the two of us could depend on every Friday night.

It never mattered if we wanted to be someplace else, or with someone else, Friday nights were reserved for our "little sessions," as we jokingly named them.

She used to say lying her head on my chest helped her to think. That somehow, hearing my heart beat helped her to navigate through the thoughts and ideas which were crashing about her mind, to build a better realization of her own being.

I'd tell her having her beautiful bronze Puerto Rican cheek resting on my chest, her toned left arm draped over my stomach with her left leg resting atop my left, helped me to visualize the songs I was trying to write back then.

She and I met our freshman year in college. She was twenty, I, twenty-four. We both started our stints at college late, and both for the same reason: we knew if we started at 18, we would have partied too hard and failed out.

We began our Friday sessions a month after meeting. They continued until the week after our graduation ceremony.

Those Friday nights, though I wouldn't change any of 'em for the world, were extremely hard for me. I had the sexiest girl I had ever met lying next to me, with an extremely intoxicating aroma of whatever perfume it was she used to wear. So many times I wanted to grab her and kiss her and profess my love. But, I never did. Nor will I ever get the chance.

She moved to New York City the week following graduation to take a job at a magazine. We had one last Friday together after we walked the aisle and grabbed our diplomas. She used to joke and call them, "the $100,000 pieces of paper to tell people we can tell a story."

That last Friday in her parents house was so different than all the rest.

Usually as we cuddled together, we'd have conversations that covered everything from the war, the Cubs, story and song ideas, family, our sex lives (not with each other) and whatever else might have came to mind.

But that Friday, that one, last, magnificent Friday, the entire time we cuddled, neither she, or I, spoke more than three words. I believe we didn't because we both knew our time together was ending and neither wanted the goodbye to be more depressing than it was already going to be.

So we cuddled up next to each other in the basement of her parent's big-empty house on Gracie Grove Street, listening to the beautiful music being played by the rain bouncing off the slab of concrete out the back door and the rolling thunder above.

While I watched her eyes begin to shove tears down her face, I too, began to cry as I kissed her forehead. She pulled her head off of my chest and looked into my eyes with a smile as she got off from our comfortable cushion and walked back into her bedroom.

Minutes later, I heard the acoustic guitar coming from the speakers of her stereo and could hear her little bare feet dancing across the wooden floor behind me.

As I raised my head to see what she was doing, I fell. She stood before me, in the light from a few candles, and from time to time, the lightning that burst through the windows, with nothing on beside her black panties and her straight black hair covering her beautiful breasts. She stood motionless, one hand down toward her left hip, the other, touching her toned stomach. She looked so smooth, so sexy, so confident in what she was doing.

I stood to walk to her and ask what she was doing, before a single word escaped my mouth, she placed her middle and index fingers against my lips and she shook her head, ever so slowly, from left to right.

(What was going on? Was the woman that I wanted for the last four years, the woman that I've never tried to do anything with for fear of losing the best friendship I've ever had with a female, trying to tell me she wanted me the way I wanted her? Was this to be the ending chapter of us? To go out with a bang?)

As I stood in front of my angel, she lowered her fingers from my lips and pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor. She placed her tiny, delicate hands on my chest and slowly pushed me back down onto the couch bed.

She looked directly into my eyes, a half smile forming with her gorgeous set of pouty kissers and began to unfasten my belt. Her fingers undid the button and unzipped my faded blue Levi’s. She slowly pulled them down, licking my stomach as she played with the top of the denim. She rested back on her knees and pulled my pants down past my thighs, my ankles, and let them fall onto the floor.

I had no idea she wanted to do what it seemed we were about to do. I lie naked, with an absolute beauty before me. She slowly crept up our cushioned pad, stopping at my waist. She lowered her head and put me into her mouth.

Slowly, up and down, faster, in and out. She licked the head. She wrapped her hand around me, stroking up and down in unison with her lips. A little twist here, another there. Her long black hair tickled my stomach as it landed on my skin. With her other hand, she cupped the twins below as she put her lips against my torso and me fully into her.

She took me out of her mouth and crawled up towards me. She placed a knee on the sides of my head and lowered ther shaved area down to my face.

My tongue licked her up, and then back down...in circles...zig-zags...faster...slower...plunging it into her...out of her. She leaned back and I could see her pulling her right nipple. Her stomach began to pulsate. I could feel the moisture increase and warm. She was getting close.

Before she got there, she scooted back down my body and put me into her. She squatted over me and slid up and down, ever so slowly. Her left hand on my chest, her right tickling herself. She moved up and down at the same tempo of the music on the stereo. Timed perfectly.

She took me out of her and turned around on me. She raised her beautiful bum and put me back into the pleasantly plumb spot I desired.

Up, down, slow, fast, an almost rolling motion that I'd never experienced before and still, to this day, haven’t yet again. Her hands were on my shins and I could see the beautiful tattoo of angel wings across her back. Her black hair draped over her shoulders, onto her 36B chest. Her back was arcing, she was getting so close.

She pulled away from me and backed into my face again. She put me into her mouth as I licked her. With my tongue tickling, I put a finger inside of her...then another. I could hear her moaning as she bobbed up and down. Her muzzled moans sounded sexier than anything I had ever heard before.

She pulled away from my face again and crawled onto her knees. I just stayed lying there. She looked back at me with a smile, and curled her finger up to me, telling me to come to her. I rose up from lying down and went to her. I put my hands on her body and plunged into her. She gasped for air as she reached back grabbing the backs of my thighs, pulling me deeper and harder into her. Her face went down into a pillow.

She let out the loudest of her moans then. I could feel her pulsating much harder. I knew she was cumming. And I too, was just about to. I felt it coming on and began to slip out of her.

“Cum in me.”

Those were the only words either of us said to that point. And though I knew better to cum in any of my partners, I couldn’t help myself. Just hearing her sexy voice say those three words, made me cum so much harder.

We stayed lying and cuddling for the rest of the night, without clothes and without words.

There were much prettier noises then our words would have made being played by the rain on the concrete slab out her back door anyway.