The Way She Loves Me
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
893
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Way She Loves Me
Author's Note: What did you expect? A fucking fairy tale? Nope. More smut from me on another sleepless night. Only this time it's induced by two somethings other than boredom and oxygen. And I'm not telling you what it is. ; P
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The Way She Loves Me
By xaphanea
Theme: The Way She Loves Me, By Tonic
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It all started when I laid eyes on Eleanor. Now I'm not a very picky guy, but I think that even the choosiest of the male species would think she was foxy. The first time I saw her, she was at one of my parties in a short red dress, leaning over a barstool, out cold. I was half in the bag at the time, but I still managed to sit her down on the couch and wake her up. After puking all over my carpet and haphazardly apologizing, she let me half carry half walk her to her house a few doors down. By the time we reached her porch, the chill night air had sobered her up some and we sprawled out in her backyard by the pool. We talked until morning, and I wobbled back home at about nine, refusing her sweet offer to make me breakfast. But I knew there'd be a shitload of a mess to clean up, so I went home. About an hour later, after I'd showered and was ready to clean, Eleanor showed up at my door, and ended up helping me clean the whole damn house.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me
Since then we've been great friends, but that's about all. I've ever spent that much time with a girl and not been fucking her. Not that I wasn't attracted to her, because I definitely was, but there was something different. For some reason, I was able to control myself to the point where we could sit and talk for hours, and it wouldn't have made a difference if she were naked. Of course then, I likely would have taken a few pictures for later.
I actually started blowing off dates to hang out with Eleanor, who by that time I had started calling Elle. We went everywhere together, and a lot of girls started losing their interest in me. I had gone from dominant school pimp to sweet friendly school brother. And to be honest, I didn't care at all. I had Elle.
Well you got your reasons
And you got your lies
And you got your manipulations
They cut me down to size
Sayin\' you love but you don\'t
You give your love but you won\'t
She had the darkest eyes I had ever seen. She said they were brown, but they looked completely black to me. And the way she did her makeup, her dark orbs were just the sexiest thing about her. She had chocolate coloured hair, perfectly straight, and really thick. I loved it when she wore it down, it would frame her face, and she looked like a model or something. She was really into little tank tops and tight pants, which was perfectly fine with me, obviously. I would have easily jumped into bed with her, but not until she asked. I had decided to let her make the first move, if she was even interested. And one night, I found out that she was interested, and had been for a very long time.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me
We had decided to head out to the beach just outside of town that night, to celebrate Valentine's Day. Neither of us had anything to do with anyone special, except for each other. So we took my Honda S2000 Convertible out to the sands at the far end of the beach where the rocks were jagged and the water was dangerous to swim in. We weren't planning on swimming anyway, just perching in the sand with a bottle of wine.
I pulled right up to the edge of the grass, where the sand began its stretch to the sea. I hopped over the door to exit my car, and jogged to the trunk where I pulled out a blanket. Elle daintily stepped out of the passenger side, cradling an ancient bottle of wine in her arms with two elegant glasses entwined between her fingers. I spotted a few fires farther down the beach, but they were completely out of earshot. I spread out the blanket easily, and Elle settled down onto it gracefully. I laid down on my back, hands behind my head, staring up at the sky. She laughed musically, tearing the seal on the bottle. I turned my head to stare at her glowing form, illuminated by the soft light of the moon. She had her hair down, and was wearing a small red tank top with a dark blue jean skirt that showed off her sleek thighs. I propped myself up on my side to accept the glass she was about to pour for me, and received a cork right in the center of my forehead.
Seems the road less traveled
Show\'s happiness unraveled
And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love
That\'s what you gotta do
Sayin\' you love but you don\'t
You give your love but you won\'t
"Oh, Jesus, are you okay?" Elle cradled my head in her lap, looking down at my forehead, concerned. "I'm so sorry." She gently rolled the cool bottle back and forth across the small forming bump, and her face broke into a smile as I chuckled.
"It's alright." I informed her, and sat up straight dte hte how much I enjoyed using her as a pillow. She tipped the bottle, and formally poured each of us a glass. I took it from her, and dug it into the sand, creating a makeshift holder. I raised my glass, and she mimicked my movement. "Well, what should we toast to?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Wine induced injuries." Elle grinned, and I playfully hit her arm.
"That was your fault." I told her, and we clinked glasses lightly. "To friendship."
"To friendship." She replied, and we both sipped, gazes locked on each other. I suddenly was overcome with this intense urge to kiss her. All traces of a smile had left her lips, and they almost looked as if she were pouting. As if she had read my thoughts, Elle leaned down, and pressed her luscious lips against my own.
You\'re stretching out your arms to something that\'s just not there
Sayin\' you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can
Both our glasses were left unattended, draining into the sand, as we clutched each other. Her hands were tightly wrapped around my shoulders, pressing our bodies close together. It was bliss, and I knew that she wanted more. I had this feeling deep in my gut that told me she wanted more. I moved over her, so that she was lying down on the blanket. Her hands traveled down my back, pulling my shirt upwards, and I allowed her to yank it over my head. I wondered for a moment what would happen if someone were to sneak up on us, but that thought was quickly pushed to the back of my head as she claimed my lips again. She was so insistent, so I reached down underneath her skirt, teasingly sliding her lace panties down her sleek legs. I got them down to her calves when she kicked them away for me. Her hands were quick to unclasp my jeans, and I moved her hands when she was finished so they lay by her face. Her hair splayed over the edge of the blanket, teasing the sand there. I kissed her neck lovingly, and as my erection brushed against her inner thigh she gasped. I could feel what she wanted, and I knhat hat I could easily give it to her. So I tore the zipper of my pants down, and pushed her skirt up above her hips. She squealed in pleasure, and I threw myself back down to kiss her again, our hands intimately dancing together.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And wI muI must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me
I easily slipped myself into her, and she let out a whimper of surprise. They soon turned into groans of pleasure, and her arms began to flail around. I grasped her wrists in my own, nudging her neck and repeating over and over how beautiful she was. The moonlight wafted over her features, and little beads of sweat had started to transform on her cheeks despite the cool ocean breeze. I smiled, drinking in her beauty as I rammed into her over and over. She turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she began to tighten around me, and I lost grip on her arms as a feeling of ecstasy bubbled inside. She started to squirm as her orgasm drew out, and squeezed hard on my shoulders. I grasped her midsection, digging my fingernails into her slim waist, and we climaxed together.
Sayin\' you love but you don\'t
You give your love but you won\'t
Sayin\' you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can
I collapsed on top of her, and we both lay there, breathing heavily in the aftermath. My head rested easily on one of her beautiful breasts, and I breathed in the scent of her lovely perfume. For a moment she fidgeted, and then became still. I looked up to witness her eyes closed, and decided to follow her lead. I understood her exhaustion, and I fell asleep easily, my heart bulging with love for my best friend Elle.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
I woke up to someone jerking me to my knees, harshly wrenching my hands behind my back. I squinted in the sunlight, and waited for my eyes to adjust. I heard the clink of metal to metal and I realized that I was being handcuffed.
"Get him off the blanket." A stern voice barked. "And for God's sakut hut his dick back in his pants." I looked down to see that my pants were buttoned, but the zipper was open, fully revealing my equipment. I grimaced as a stocky male cop reached out with gloved hands and shoved my cock forcefully back in my pants, zipping them closed. I shook my head, and then found myself face to face with an angry looking man in a brown suit.
"What's going on?" I inquired casually, and then the night's events came back to me. A smile played my lips as I thought of Elle and our union.
"What are you smiling for, you little bastard?" The man narrowed his eyes. "You just raped and murdered Ele Hop Hopkins." His words sent my mind reeling, and I would have fallen backwards if it weren't for the oaf holding my shoulders. I shot the man a blank stare, the news overwhelming me, and he motioned behind him. "Oh, don't remember? Let me refresh your memory." He moved out of my way, and I spotted Elle lying on our blanket. Her still body was a sick colour, and her arms were strewn above her head. Her skirt was pushed up above her hips, panties bound around her ankles. There were purple bruises in the shape of fingers around her dainty neck, and rivulets of tears showing from her makeup. The sight made me sick, and I felt faint for a moment. How could this have happened? Someone must have come after I fell asleep"¦ but then, that wasn't right. I would have woken up to her cries and screams. I then realized that she had been crying and screaming. She had been struggling, crying, and screaming as I had sex with her.
When she says she loves me
END
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The Way She Loves Me
By xaphanea
Theme: The Way She Loves Me, By Tonic
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It all started when I laid eyes on Eleanor. Now I'm not a very picky guy, but I think that even the choosiest of the male species would think she was foxy. The first time I saw her, she was at one of my parties in a short red dress, leaning over a barstool, out cold. I was half in the bag at the time, but I still managed to sit her down on the couch and wake her up. After puking all over my carpet and haphazardly apologizing, she let me half carry half walk her to her house a few doors down. By the time we reached her porch, the chill night air had sobered her up some and we sprawled out in her backyard by the pool. We talked until morning, and I wobbled back home at about nine, refusing her sweet offer to make me breakfast. But I knew there'd be a shitload of a mess to clean up, so I went home. About an hour later, after I'd showered and was ready to clean, Eleanor showed up at my door, and ended up helping me clean the whole damn house.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me
Since then we've been great friends, but that's about all. I've ever spent that much time with a girl and not been fucking her. Not that I wasn't attracted to her, because I definitely was, but there was something different. For some reason, I was able to control myself to the point where we could sit and talk for hours, and it wouldn't have made a difference if she were naked. Of course then, I likely would have taken a few pictures for later.
I actually started blowing off dates to hang out with Eleanor, who by that time I had started calling Elle. We went everywhere together, and a lot of girls started losing their interest in me. I had gone from dominant school pimp to sweet friendly school brother. And to be honest, I didn't care at all. I had Elle.
Well you got your reasons
And you got your lies
And you got your manipulations
They cut me down to size
Sayin\' you love but you don\'t
You give your love but you won\'t
She had the darkest eyes I had ever seen. She said they were brown, but they looked completely black to me. And the way she did her makeup, her dark orbs were just the sexiest thing about her. She had chocolate coloured hair, perfectly straight, and really thick. I loved it when she wore it down, it would frame her face, and she looked like a model or something. She was really into little tank tops and tight pants, which was perfectly fine with me, obviously. I would have easily jumped into bed with her, but not until she asked. I had decided to let her make the first move, if she was even interested. And one night, I found out that she was interested, and had been for a very long time.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me
We had decided to head out to the beach just outside of town that night, to celebrate Valentine's Day. Neither of us had anything to do with anyone special, except for each other. So we took my Honda S2000 Convertible out to the sands at the far end of the beach where the rocks were jagged and the water was dangerous to swim in. We weren't planning on swimming anyway, just perching in the sand with a bottle of wine.
I pulled right up to the edge of the grass, where the sand began its stretch to the sea. I hopped over the door to exit my car, and jogged to the trunk where I pulled out a blanket. Elle daintily stepped out of the passenger side, cradling an ancient bottle of wine in her arms with two elegant glasses entwined between her fingers. I spotted a few fires farther down the beach, but they were completely out of earshot. I spread out the blanket easily, and Elle settled down onto it gracefully. I laid down on my back, hands behind my head, staring up at the sky. She laughed musically, tearing the seal on the bottle. I turned my head to stare at her glowing form, illuminated by the soft light of the moon. She had her hair down, and was wearing a small red tank top with a dark blue jean skirt that showed off her sleek thighs. I propped myself up on my side to accept the glass she was about to pour for me, and received a cork right in the center of my forehead.
Seems the road less traveled
Show\'s happiness unraveled
And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love
That\'s what you gotta do
Sayin\' you love but you don\'t
You give your love but you won\'t
"Oh, Jesus, are you okay?" Elle cradled my head in her lap, looking down at my forehead, concerned. "I'm so sorry." She gently rolled the cool bottle back and forth across the small forming bump, and her face broke into a smile as I chuckled.
"It's alright." I informed her, and sat up straight dte hte how much I enjoyed using her as a pillow. She tipped the bottle, and formally poured each of us a glass. I took it from her, and dug it into the sand, creating a makeshift holder. I raised my glass, and she mimicked my movement. "Well, what should we toast to?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Wine induced injuries." Elle grinned, and I playfully hit her arm.
"That was your fault." I told her, and we clinked glasses lightly. "To friendship."
"To friendship." She replied, and we both sipped, gazes locked on each other. I suddenly was overcome with this intense urge to kiss her. All traces of a smile had left her lips, and they almost looked as if she were pouting. As if she had read my thoughts, Elle leaned down, and pressed her luscious lips against my own.
You\'re stretching out your arms to something that\'s just not there
Sayin\' you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can
Both our glasses were left unattended, draining into the sand, as we clutched each other. Her hands were tightly wrapped around my shoulders, pressing our bodies close together. It was bliss, and I knew that she wanted more. I had this feeling deep in my gut that told me she wanted more. I moved over her, so that she was lying down on the blanket. Her hands traveled down my back, pulling my shirt upwards, and I allowed her to yank it over my head. I wondered for a moment what would happen if someone were to sneak up on us, but that thought was quickly pushed to the back of my head as she claimed my lips again. She was so insistent, so I reached down underneath her skirt, teasingly sliding her lace panties down her sleek legs. I got them down to her calves when she kicked them away for me. Her hands were quick to unclasp my jeans, and I moved her hands when she was finished so they lay by her face. Her hair splayed over the edge of the blanket, teasing the sand there. I kissed her neck lovingly, and as my erection brushed against her inner thigh she gasped. I could feel what she wanted, and I knhat hat I could easily give it to her. So I tore the zipper of my pants down, and pushed her skirt up above her hips. She squealed in pleasure, and I threw myself back down to kiss her again, our hands intimately dancing together.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And wI muI must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me
I easily slipped myself into her, and she let out a whimper of surprise. They soon turned into groans of pleasure, and her arms began to flail around. I grasped her wrists in my own, nudging her neck and repeating over and over how beautiful she was. The moonlight wafted over her features, and little beads of sweat had started to transform on her cheeks despite the cool ocean breeze. I smiled, drinking in her beauty as I rammed into her over and over. She turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she began to tighten around me, and I lost grip on her arms as a feeling of ecstasy bubbled inside. She started to squirm as her orgasm drew out, and squeezed hard on my shoulders. I grasped her midsection, digging my fingernails into her slim waist, and we climaxed together.
Sayin\' you love but you don\'t
You give your love but you won\'t
Sayin\' you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can
I collapsed on top of her, and we both lay there, breathing heavily in the aftermath. My head rested easily on one of her beautiful breasts, and I breathed in the scent of her lovely perfume. For a moment she fidgeted, and then became still. I looked up to witness her eyes closed, and decided to follow her lead. I understood her exhaustion, and I fell asleep easily, my heart bulging with love for my best friend Elle.
If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
I woke up to someone jerking me to my knees, harshly wrenching my hands behind my back. I squinted in the sunlight, and waited for my eyes to adjust. I heard the clink of metal to metal and I realized that I was being handcuffed.
"Get him off the blanket." A stern voice barked. "And for God's sakut hut his dick back in his pants." I looked down to see that my pants were buttoned, but the zipper was open, fully revealing my equipment. I grimaced as a stocky male cop reached out with gloved hands and shoved my cock forcefully back in my pants, zipping them closed. I shook my head, and then found myself face to face with an angry looking man in a brown suit.
"What's going on?" I inquired casually, and then the night's events came back to me. A smile played my lips as I thought of Elle and our union.
"What are you smiling for, you little bastard?" The man narrowed his eyes. "You just raped and murdered Ele Hop Hopkins." His words sent my mind reeling, and I would have fallen backwards if it weren't for the oaf holding my shoulders. I shot the man a blank stare, the news overwhelming me, and he motioned behind him. "Oh, don't remember? Let me refresh your memory." He moved out of my way, and I spotted Elle lying on our blanket. Her still body was a sick colour, and her arms were strewn above her head. Her skirt was pushed up above her hips, panties bound around her ankles. There were purple bruises in the shape of fingers around her dainty neck, and rivulets of tears showing from her makeup. The sight made me sick, and I felt faint for a moment. How could this have happened? Someone must have come after I fell asleep"¦ but then, that wasn't right. I would have woken up to her cries and screams. I then realized that she had been crying and screaming. She had been struggling, crying, and screaming as I had sex with her.
When she says she loves me
END