Adult Image Library 1/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_1.iso/stories/birthday.txt

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    The rain falls gently on the window pane, and you sigh.
Each droplet makes a trail of water as it runs down the glass.
The dark, grey sky clouds your thoughts as well as the light,
and you leans on your hands on the windowsill. Your boyfriend
promised you a nice, quiet, secluded picnic, and now nature has
made its own plans, and it doesnt include your happiness.  Once
more, you sigh.
    Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and you open it to
find your boyfriend there, flanked by his roommate and best
friend, both of whom are comically attired in white dinner
jackets, bow ties, and white silk towels draped over their arms.
You wave them in, and immediately the two friends enter the
room, and clear a space on the floor.
    One of them disappears outside the door again, and
brings in a beige blanket, and a blue one.  Your boyfriend comes
in a wraps his arm around your waist, and explains, "I couldnt
find a red checkered one."  He shrugs, and you laugh.  You
toussle his hair, and give him a kiss on the cheek.  He turns to
you, and says , "Happy Birthday."
    You lean forward on your toes to give him a kiss.  Your
lips touch his, and the feeling of his flesh gives you a feeling
that you haven't felt in a long time, one of comfort, safety, and a
little bit of desire.  A crack of thunder awakens you to the
weather outside, and you think about how glad you are to be
inside at this moment.
    A white sleeve brushes against you as your boyfriend's
best friend sweeps by to place the silverware in place around
the paper plates (what's a picnic without paper plates, your
boyfriend explains), and you laugh at the sight.  He hugs you
tighter, and you squeeze him back.
    His roommate steps in, brandishing two silver candlesticks, and white
candles.  Placing them in the center of the blankets, he stands
up, and holds his hand out to the best friend.
    "What?"  he asks.
    "Matches,"  the roommate responds.
    "What about them?"  With that, you laugh out loud at
these two friends as they argue.  You bury your head into your
boyfriends arm, as he slaps his forehead.
    "Where are they?"
    "Didnt you bring them?"
    "Of course I didnt bring them.  YOU were supposed to
bring them."
    "I wasnt supposed to bring them."
    "Well neither was I."
    You are laughing hysterically now, because the look on
their faces is so comical, you just can't help it.  Your boyfriend is
shaking his head back and forth, muttering something about
getting good help these days...
    Suddenly, one of them says, "Wait a minute."  He fishes
into his pockets and pulls out a bic lighter.  He looks at the
other, who shrugs.  With a great flair, he flicked the lighter on,
and reached down to the candle.  Just before it was about to
light, it went out.  Soon, there he was, bent over, flicking the
flywheel desperately trying to get it to light.  You are laughing
so hard that you can barely see.
    The other says, "Gimme that." and attempts to light the
candle, but also has trouble.  You are gasping for breath,
laughing as you see both of them, their white dinner jackets
falling over their heads as they try valiantly to light the candle.
After several tries, it lights, and they striaghten up, trying to
look as if nothing had gone wrong.
    One of them places a pillow at one of the place settings,
and with a flourish ushers you to your seat.  The other does the
same with your boyfriend, and he sits.  Then, they bring in a
small musical keyboard, and a small picnic basket, and a plastic
bucket filled with ice and a bottle of white wine. Your boyfriend
noties you eyeing the plastic bucket, and explains, "Limited
finances."  You smile to tell him that he has nothing to worry
about.
    The two friends stand in the doorway, bow very deeply,
then exit, and close the door behind them.  You laugh, and tell
him, "They're sweet."  He smiles.
    He pulls the keyboard on to his lap, and he is about to
speak, when a clap of thunder interrupts him.  It is a long,
rolling thunder, and he waits patiently for it to end.  He turns
on the keyboard, and starts diddling on the keys.  You know
that he is a very good player, and the small keyboard doesnt do
his talent justice.
    "I wrote this song for you."
    And he began to play.  The music, even though it was
coming from a small four inch speaker made no difference, was
flowing with harmony, and the rythm was in perfect sync with
the rainstorm outside.  The rain on the glass provided a bass
that the keyboard couldn't provide.  Then, he opened his mouth,
and began to sing. His voice carried over the rain, the keyboard,
and into your soul.  His words melted your heart, and touched
the deepest recesses of your mind and soul. When the chorus, a
soulful melodic piece, played you closed your eyes, and felt his
emotion touch you.
    In your mind, you created images of a flowery pasture,
with you and he lying down.  He sang of kissing you, and you
could almost feel his lips pressing against you.  His words
caressed you as his hands would; gently, carefully, lovingly.
You could feel his skin next to yours, and your legs started to
get weak, even though you were already sitting down.
    As the song wound to a close, you opened your eyes, and
watched him as he stayed lost in the song.  You crawled over to
him, and brushed the hair out of his eyes.  He looked up, and
gazed into your eyes.  His brown eyes flickered in the
candlelight.  The rain continued to pour, and feeling inside of
both of you grew to an apex.  You closed your eyes, and leaned
into him.  With one hand, he turned off the keyboard, pushed it
aside, and with the other, he reached for you.
    The kiss was ages in coming.  His lips just brushed the
flesh of yours, and promised of better things to come.  His arms
snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.  Once
again, you find yourself exploring the familiar crevaces of his
mouth, the smooth texture of his toungue with yours, and the
feeling of fulfillment in your chest when his comes next to
yours.  The desire becomes overbearing, and you reach for the
hem of his shirt, and in one swift motion, pull it over his head.
    You trace your fingernails over his chest, and he intakes a
long breath. More and more, you want him to do the same.  He
doesnt need any prodding, as he soon has your shirt in his
hands. Soon, your shirt and bra are on the bed, and he is kissing
your breasts.  You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses
and sucks on your nipples.  Your breath becomes more and
more labored, as does his.  Your hands run up and down the
length of his back, just like he likes it. Your hands fall under the
waistband of his jeans, and you massage his behind.
    He comes up to kiss you, and with his hands, he reaches
between you, and undoes your fly.  At the same time, you do
the same.  The zippers come down at exactly the same time as a
thunderous crash outside the window, startles you both.  He
raises his eyebrows, and looks at you with a curious look.  You
smile, and he smiles back.
    Not long after, both of you are fully naked and next to
each other.  He feels so good next to you, that you wish that you
could just lie next to him forever.  However, another part of you
wants more of him, and that desire needs to be fulfilled.  As he
kisses your neck, you trace the contours of his body, down his
back, down his ass, down his hips, and around, until you feel his
hardness.  You take him, and place him against you, and push
him in.  The first burning of him soon goes away, and you
werent totally sure that it just wasnt extreme pleasure of
feeling him inside you.
    As he slowly moves inside of you, he looks into your
eyes.  The candlelight gleams off of his eyes into yours, and his
smile captures all of the feeling that you share.  Suddenly, you
can help it; you are filled with a feeling that you cant explain,
but it makes you want to pull him closer and closer to you,
almost as if you wanted to merge with his entire being.  You
grab him, and pull him close in an embrace.  He embraces you
back, and you feel the strength in his arms, and you think about
how big and strong he is, and how you feel so small next to him
all of a sudden, and yet at the same time he is as soft and gentle
as a teddy bear.
    Inside of you, you can feel him, and the magic that he is
working on you. His spell lifts you to that pasture once more,
and your mind floats.  You lean your head way back, as if you
need to capture as much air as you can.  He bows his head
down, and kisses the skin that covers your breastbone. He
knows that you love to be kissed there, and you smile thinking
that he remembered.
   Your hips have a mind of their own, however, and they begin
to react to his motions, even though you want the feeling to last
longer.  He begins to thrust harder, meeting yours with his own.
Your own rising feeling takes over your entire body, and you
begin to call out his name with every quivering sensation you
feel.  The rushing of the rain outside mixes in with the rushing
you hear inside your head, and as you climax you hug him
closer into you.
    Slowly, control returns, and you feel a tingling sensation
inside of you, and you know that he has come too.  You smile,
secure in the notion that you can have him next to you, close to
your heart, forever.

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