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Shattered Memories Ch 3

Date: 12/18/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Romance, Young, Author: Bleargh, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

stared at me for a little while, partially expressionless, before bursting out into laughter. That put the wind out of my sails. "What?" I pouted. "Oh my god, that has to be the corniest thing I've ever heard." "Aww. I tried, okay, I thought it was good. Sadface" (yes, I said the sadface aloud. It's a thing) "It was good!" Her voice was so patronising. "Hey, I was being nice. Not cool." "Honestly..." An extended pause, "Honestly, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thanks" Her tone went from teasing to sincere. Have I mentioned how much the sensation of her voice fluctuates? That sound is the sound of warm honey and ginger, easing its way gently out of her throat. Liquid serenity. "Good. Shall we pack up?" We'd actually finished the meal, during our discussion. Somehow. I'm not even sure... Wait a minute. Wait a minute... Whoa, dude, something's happening. Okay, okay. No. I'm remembering. "Honestly... Honestly, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thanks." I held her hand for a few more moments, before turning my head away. I don't remember it this way. How... why? Slowly, she placed her other hand over my hand, and, her head pointed at her laps, she raised her eyes to meet mine. A great cacophony of spilling juice as we rushed at each other, across the table. Our foreheads bumped into each other, as we strived to reach the other's lips first. I shut my eyes and took in my first taste. Her lips were a gentle combo of salty and sweet, ... tasting, partially of the meal we had just ate. I took my head in her hands and pulled us closer, moving away from the table, her following me. No. This is a lie. No. This can't be true. No, I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! SHE WOULDN'T! NO! SHE WOULD NEVER TAKE THIS MEMORY AWAY! HOW COULD SHE?! NO! NO! As the memory played back, I could hear the rasp of my throat as I screamed. Far, far away, rotting in a mental hospital, I was screaming, while, simultaneously, I was kissing her. Her voice changed to a gentle mumbling, as we pushed her way to her room, keeping the kiss going. I figured she wanted to say something, so I went for her neck instead, giving her some space to breathe. "Mm. We shouldn't..." She moaned, her voice becoming a sultry whisper. "Oh... Shouldn't we?" I said, taking my lips of her neck. I looked her in the eye, then gave her a gentle lick. "Oh... Don't... I... Fuck it." She stated the last part, blandly, breaking out of the makeout cycle. She pushed me with surprising force, off her. "Ah, shit, sorry. I got a bit-" "Oh, come here you idiot." She grabbed my waistband and hurled the door open, flinging me in. God, she was really freaking strong... but I was stronger. I used my forward momentum, grabbing her waist as I passed her, and, together, we swan dove onto the bed. "That was actually pretty cool," she muttered, a smirk crossing her lips. "Less talking, more kissing." She grinned at that, before gently pulling me in for a kiss. The gentleness ...