Caytlyn had known Nick for years. Five years to be exact. They had met through the Internet and realized that they both attended the same college. She was in her first year, he had graduated the previous spring, yet still came to campus to visit friends. They talked for weeks before meeting and when they did, both felt an instant connection. To make a long story short, both skirted the issue of a relationship; for fear of being hurt again, as they had in previous relationships. Nevertheless they always came back to one another. Always found each other, helped one another through the darkest and brightest times, admitting finally one day their love. Still nothing ever really came of them...That is until one night....Here is their tale...
They met for dinner. Cayt arrived at the restaurant first and stood outside in the cool winter air waiting for Nick to arrive. She heard the rev of his car engine and watched as his silver car pulled into a parking spot. Nick got out of the car and started toward Cayt, a huge smile on his face. They hugged, Cayt breathing in the scent of him, a scent she'd never realized she missed. Nick pulled back, kissed her softly on the cheek, then suggested they go inside. It was a nice evening, filled with talking, drinks and good food.
As they finished, Nick invited Cayt back to his apartment, not wanting to have her leave quite yet. Cayt agreed and followed to his place. Once inside, Nick went into the kitchen to make coffee, she nervously settled herself on the couch, unsure of what was going to happen, yet knew that whatever it was, she desperately wanted it to. He came out of the kitchen, carrying two large, red steaming mugs of coffee. Nick handed Cayt her mug, smiling as he saw her face light up when she realized he had made it just the way she liked it, with cream- just enough to make it a light chocolate color, then take a sip and smile again when she realized it had all the sugar she liked in it to.
"You remembered," Cayt said as Nick sat next to her, sipping his own coffee.
"Of course I remembered," he smiled, "I've watched you make your coffee about a million times, fussing over the amount of cream and sugar."
She giggled, "I didn't know I fussed."
"Yep you do," Nick replied with a chuckle.
They sat in silence for a while, drinking their coffee, each lost in a wave of memories. Cayt smiled as she remembered their first kiss. They were in her dorm room, just getting back from a trip to Wal-Mart. Cayt had sat at her desk to pull off her sneakers while Nick had flipped on the TV. He tossed the remote aside and walked over to Cayt, smiling.
"What?" She had asked.
"Can I kiss you?"
"What?" She asked again.
"Can I kiss you?"
She had smiled and nodded. Nick leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, sending a shiver down her spine.
"What's that smile for?" Nick's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"You were smiling," Nick laughed.
"I was just thinking about our first kiss," Cayt admitted, her cheeks turning pink.
"That was a good first kiss," Nick smiled, "Led to many other good kisses."
"That it did," Cayt laughed, "That it did."
"You look beautiful tonight," Nick said taking her mug from her hands and setting it on the coffee table.
Cayt looked into Nicks eyes and knew immediately what was going to happen. They were going to make love. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. And she wanted it to happen.
"Oh do I?" She asked, teasing, "Howso?"
"Stand up, let me look at you and I'll explain." Nick watched as Cayt slowly stood up in front of him.
"Okay lets start with your tank top," He took a fingertip and ran it gently up her arm, stopping on her shoulder, "A sexy purple tank top."
His finger dipped under the strap of the tank top, pulling out a thin black bra strap. "A black bra, very very sexy." His fingers moved, falling over the swell of her breasts, causing Cayts breath to hitch. He dropped his hand, brushing a nipple. She gasped, then bit her lip nervously. The finger dipped down between her breasts, causing her to shiver, and headed down to her skirt, where Nick tugged at the waistband.
"Black skirt."
Down he went while she stood, unsure what to do. He moved to his knees in front of her. She knew what he was going to do, and yet she didn't. Whatever it was, it would be a tease. She wanted his hands on her, both of them, touching, stroking, not this furtive brush with one finger.
She guessed that was the point. To make her ache. His finger wiggled in to the slit of her skirt and rose vertically again, dragging the skirt up with him. She felt cool air on her thighs, and then the pad of his finger reached out and pressed against her sweet spot through her thong. Moisture flooded her.
"Panties." He studied her, "Very hot, very see through panties...No wait...Very hot, very see through thong."
She fought herself to remain still, seeing how far he would take things. His face was only inches from her, all he would have to do was pull the thong aside, then touch her...
He dropped the skirt back into place. Cayt held back her disappointment. He rose up in front of her. Leaning toward her, lips parted. She closed her eyes, waiting for his mouth to take hers again. He moved past her mouth and she opened her eyes in confusion. Her head yanked back. With a startled cry, she realized he was undoing her hair from its twist.
"One hair clip, no longer in place." Nick tossed it over his shoulder and drive his fingers into her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo, a scent she knew drive him wild. He hit a few knots, but Cayt barely noticed the pain, the look on his face was so arousing to her.
"I love your hair. I've been dying to see it down all night. I knew it was long, but not this long," he murmured as he let her hair fall in its slight curls down to the middle of her back.
Cayt reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck, urging him toward her mouth. Nick brushed her lips, his tongue flicking across her lips quickly before he pulled back. Silently, he led her back to his bedroom. Nick smiled to himself, knowing he was going to touch and tease and stroke her until she either died from pleasure or begged for mercy, whichever came first. Either of those worked for her.
"You have beautiful breasts Caytlyn."
Cayt rubbed her hands on her skirt and tried not to cross her arms over her chest. She wasn't quite sure where Nick was going with this; she was both frightened and aroused, more the latter.
He closed the distance between them and before she could even think, his mouth was on her. He was sucking and pulling on a nipple through her shirt, with warning or preparation.
"Oh my God," she said with a moan.
His hands were on her waist and he pushed the tank top up, the hair on his arm tickling her skin. Another second and he had her bra down and be breasts were spilling out. His firm, wet tongue flickered across her. Cayt gripped his shoulders and whimpered. He wasn't being gentle, but was raking across her with his tongue, before pulling her breast back into his mouth.
