1. Shattered Memories ch2


    Date: 12/13/2014, Categories: Fiction, Male/Female, Non-Erotic, Young, Author: Bleargh, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    staring (but I have no doubt I failed miserably). Since she was in the seat, I went for the obvious choice and lay down in her bed, pushing to the far edge. The sheets had a distinct "her" odour (as gross as that sounds, it was actually really nice. It smelled like cinnamon and garlic, for those of you wondering). She eventually got the movie going and I internally groaned as the opening scenes of 'The Notebook' began playing. I'm pretty sure some celestial supreme being was exchanging irony points (hint hint, this has to do with the long term plot). "You know, I've never watched this," she said in her singsong voice. The sound of her voice perked me up (and made me drop my guard) so, I replied, "I watched it once with my ex." She glanced at me, a small crease forming above her eyebrows, before she turned back to the screen. That should probably have been my warning indicator, but my internal EWR was malfunctioning. "It's pretty good, but a little... You know... Chick - flicky for my taste," I continued, like an idiot. "Fine. Would you like to watch something else?" she asked, curtly. It was a sharp enough response that even my damaged tactfulness picked up on the sore point and I immediately attempted to backtrack. "No, of course not. I'd love to watch it with you." In retrospect, I know that sentence, combined with the warmth I injected into my voice, was the perfect thing to say. Her sour mood vanished and she smiled at me, before returning to fiddling with the volume ...
    balance (she maxed the treble). Apparently satisfied, she pushed her chair back, stretched (yes, I watched intently. Dude, she's hot. Get off my back) and dove next to me on the bed. Unfortunately, I didn't see it coming and, somehow, we ended up spooning. She glanced down at our entwined legs, pointedly, and I immediately withdrew, stumbling over an apology in the process. She giggled at my awkwardness as she made a hushing motion, and rotated in the bed to face the screen, cheeks slightly pink. Now, I'm not much of an ass guy, but that tush is fan-fucking-tastic. The proximity of her excellent hind to my crotch forced me to dedicate some mental processing power to maintaining an acceptable degree of semi-flacidness, lest she notice my slowly engorging mast poking her rear. Over the course of the movie, I gauged her reaction to various scenes. I observed three phenomena in particular. She didn't cry once during the film, even during tear jerkers, she rapidly blinked away any growing tears. She became agitated during tense scenes, her back becoming rigid and her hand gripping mine. Trust me, I wasn't complaining. And, slowly, over the course of the entire film, her legs gradually curled around mine. This, I did complain about, internally, as there was little I could do about my now raging hard on. And I'm sure she noticed. At one point, during a boring phase of the movie, she ground the back of her pelvis against mine, intentionally and I swear, she moaned ever so slightly. My ...
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