Kisses

I love making love to you.
Or at least thinking about it.
Well, this isn't exactly sex (at least until chapter 2)
But who says making out can't be just as loving?

I scraped the cake away from the dishes and tried to shove them into the already full washer machine. My middle finger was bleeding from a broken champagne glass in the sink, and they were all wrinkly from the sinkwater.

I heard the hiss of water coming from the bedroom stop, the squeak of her wet feet making padding noises on the cheap linoleum floor and then dripping all over the hardwood as she wrapped herself in a towel, closing the door to get into pajamas. When she came back out to the kitchen, I was still putting dishes into the dying, decadent old Kenmore, and she laughed as she said "Happy Birthday", and came up to put warm arms around me.

I could feel that her skin was still damp, and her breasts rubbed against my back, making me quickly forget all about the shitty Safeway cake on our cheap plates.
She wore a simple little cotton nightgown, and her shoulders were bare except for the thin straps that clung onto them.
"Happy Birthday."
Smile.
"I still haven't given you your birthday present. Come to bed, hon."
SmileYES!

Her face had a small smile on it as she led me to our bed, our cheap, squeaky-as-hell mattress that was partially surrounded in candles.
"Happy Birthday, darlin'." She put those white, lovely arms around me firmly as she bent slightly to kiss my lips. I sighed and giggled as her warm fingers laced into mine, and my other hand went to caress her wet, brown curls.

"So where is my birthday present?" I asked as I pulled back gently, letting the slowly building heat fan out around us. The flush of her face was amazing, and her lips were so soft and wet with mine. I think her mouth tasted like chocolate chip cookies and soda.
She smiled again as she sidled up backwards onto the bed, her legs partially spread. "Just come here already", she joked.

I crawled up onto the bed, between her legs and over her reclining curves, to her pretty soft face and loose brown hair. I put my hands around her face and head and held her as I kissed her, every kiss making my lips and face burn, making her cheeks flush a light red. Her skin was hotter now, and as I gently relaxed myself against her, her body glowed warmth around me like a heater.
I kissed her, making her body go loose and her hands grab my arms and torso. Her arms and legs were like warm vines growing up and around me, wrapping me into her, and her fingers pryed my undershirt off.
She stroked the skin of my back and sides, each touch sending ripples of warm water through me, and I soaked up the scents and wetness of her damp body.

I unbottoned the top of her nightgown and pushed the straps down; her ivory shoulders were perfect and round, firm and strong but so soft as my mouth went down her neck and to her collarbones, smelling the warm, sweaty smell the came from chest.
I needed to see more of you, I needed to kiss more of you, cover your body in kisses...
So I pushed the nightgown down her body, over her round, firm breasts, and I sat up to look at her-

This is what I saw:
A pretty, adorable girl with smooth, glowing skin and brown hair. She had beautiful blue eyes that looked through me, that loved me and held me. I loved it when she looked straight at me like that; I felt warm. Her breasts looked natural and serene, almost, above the edges of the nightgown. She looked like she was expecting more, but she also looked tired.
Didn't she have that big test for her speech therapist class tomorrow?
"Don't you have a big test for your speech therapist training class tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but it's okay..."
"Okay... you look kinda tired though..."
"I am, actually... but I really wanted to give you your birthday present."
"It's okay. How about, I kiss you a little more, and then you just get some sleep?"
She smiled at me, and it gave me a warm, purple sensation, that was better than any birthday present could be (yes, purple).

"I think that would be great. Thank you so much. I love you." I laid back down on top of you, kissing you gently for a couple minutes, rubbing my crotch gently against yours, before I gave you a final goodnight kiss and rolled off. "You can give me my present some other time... I'll make you a deal- we'll celebrate how you do on that test tomorrow, and you can give it to me then. Alrighty?"
"Alrighty..." You snuggled against me as you quickly started to fall asleep.

Later on that night, I began to masturbate to relieve the tension that had been built up.
You woke up and gently helped me by putting your hand over me, and when I came I gasped as the white, thick fluid dripped over our hands.
This is what I saw- the most beautiful girl in the world touching me and letting me kiss her face as she drifted back to sleep with a smile. I saw love, real love, in the dim light and warmth coming from her as she fell asleep, and I'm sure she was dreaming of me as she slept.

The next night, I made love to you, and it was better than anything we had ever done.

As a note, I switched from referring to the girl as "she" to "you" on purpose.

Chapter will have more smuttiness, I promise.