The insistent pressure from Lucy's heals pressed on my butt as I plunged in and out of her wet, slippery and very needy pussy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts jiggling with the impact of every penetration, my weight supported above her, our hips thrusting in opposite directions but with a single purpose. She was getting close to her climax and as I felt her muscles clamp around my invading cock she pulled my mouth towards her open lips and let forth her second scream of the morning. This time the contractions of her muscles were strong enough to push me over the edge and forced the release of my seed into her. We collapsed into each other, melting together under the heat of our love making; we rolled as one, my cock fell from her leaving her satisfied but empty and leaving me satisfied but wanting more. She is now cradled in my arms, her head on my shoulder, a leg spread over my waist, pinning me to the bed.
The tranquility of our intimacy is invaded by the annoyingly insistent beeping of the alarm clock reminding us it was time to end our weekend and begin another week apart. Lucy and I have been together for just over three years but for the last two have only been able to get together at the weekends. We first met in college where my beautiful dark haired diva stood out from the other brats in the senior undergraduate lab I was teaching. My Research Assistant status gave me the dubious pleasure of trying to force feed over privileged senior undergraduates some rudimentary skills in C++ computer programming. Most were only there because it was required coursework and their attention was perpetually on the cell phones cradled in their laps. Few eyes looked at me, and of those that did only one pair held my attention.
At the end of the first class Lucy came to see me with a seemingly straightforward and yet oddly insightful question. As she stood in front of me the instantaneous attraction I had felt when I first met her eyes escalated as I was able to take in the full extent of her beauty. The bright eyes were the sparking jewels of a flawless face framed by her dark flowing hair. Without obviously examining her body my peripheral vision absorbed her firm and ideally sized breasts, just heavy enough to bounce when walking and yet firm enough not to be overcome by the effects of gravity. Her narrow waist and hips, and trim, supple legs comprised the frame of her perfectly sized athletic body. It was only after we finished talking and she turned to walk away that I was able to fully appreciate the round, firm buttocks that sat atop those shapely, trim legs. The snug fit of her trousers betrayed no evidence of a panty line leading me to speculate: thong or commando?
This was not the beauty seen in the fifteen second attention span of the center fold model, nor that which is created from an eye catching array of clothes, bangles and make-up draped on a human manikin; this was beauty borne of physique, confidence, intellect, knowledge and curiosity; this was the purest form of beauty, all natural - Aphrodite lived and was walking among her subjects.
Lucy's lingering at the end of each class to ask question after question became a regular occurrence and as each question got longer and more involved so too did the answer. This required that we finish our discussion over coffee which, over time, extended into lunch, then long dinners that finally developed into early, intimate nights and late, embracing mornings. Our sex life was one of any two new lovers: frenzied, frequent and furious; in time this gave way to the delicious splendor of exploring a new body and finding ways to excite, arouse and satisfy each other.
Eventually the time came at which decisions had to be made: my graduate work was ending and Lucy was finishing her undergraduate studies. Rather than follow the trend of many of her classmates Lucy decided to stay on for graduate work and I moved away to take charge of software development with a start-up robotics company. Despite the obvious problem of separation these decisions caused, we decided to maintain our relationship, determined not to lose our shared connection. Knowing that any long distance relationship is difficult, we were determined to give it a go and were able to get together just about every weekend thanks to Lucy's flexible schedule and willingness to make the one hour train journey on Friday night and Monday morning. Occasionally I would travel back to college but our relationship had outgrown the confines and lack of privacy of student accommodation and we preferred to spend our time together at my condo.
With the weeklong separation came the expected make up sex as we reconnected on Friday followed by the don't you forget about me version on Monday morning. While we had always managed to leave each other satisfied, and many times drained and exhausted with the intensity of our intimacy and passion, we had recently got into a rut and the excitement and adventure was beginning to dwindle. A pattern was emerging: a quick fuck before falling asleep in each other's arms, the occasional blow job to wake up to and a big, sloppy, tonsil tickling kiss to bid goodbye on Monday morning. I wanted more but didn't know how to approach the topic and so every Monday morning left me with a morose feeling of inadequate accomplishment and a nagging question about how to change the situation.
