When you think about everyone who has ever had ***** in the history of film, its always perfect, sweet and romantic. You, in turn, want it to be that way, imagining soft caresses and sweet nothings murmured as your passions reaches its height.
Sad to say its not always that way, and if youre a klutz like me, well then, its more of a downright comedy the first time around. Well, first time with someone new I should say.

Lara leant down and kissed me softly on the lips, her hands roaming beneath the tank top I had borrowed from Siobhan. My back arched slightly at the contact against my stomach. I was trying hard not to burst out in a fit of giggles, I was extremely ticklish and my stomach was my most sensitive spot. Thus far, I had been doing a damn good job.

My hands rested themselves at her hips as she removed the tank top from my body in a swift motion upward. Well, perhaps swift motion upward is the wrong phrase. I misjudged the quickness of her feat and ended up tangled beneath a web of fabric. I grimaced as I struggled frantically to free myself from this nylon prison. I finally got it off and looked up at Lara, who was smirking in amusement. My ears began to get hot as they turned their usual shade of bright pink.
Lara gave me a smile before leaning back down, trailing her kisses along my collarbone. I bit my lower lip slightly as she moved upward, kissing just below my ear. My body grew hot, and I curled my feet slightly. The woman had found my spot without even realizing it.
I let out a soft moan, my back arching into her once more, just enough height for her to slip her hand behind my back, undoing my bra. I looked up as she tossed it to the side, realizing that Lara was still much more clothed than I was. Deeming it unfair I leant upward, kissing her as I removed her shirt. It seemed as though all shirts in the world had gotten together to try and thwart my plans for the evening, as I got Laras shirt caught over her head. We giggled for a moment before she pushed me down on the bed, removing her shirt and bra herself. It seemed as though there would be only self stripping this evening.
My hands ran along her smooth back as she captured my lips once more, much more tender than the earlier kisses of need and desire. I hadnt been with many tender people, and the thought of actually making love rather than just ***** sent a shiver in my body. Lara reacted to this shudder by moving the hand not bracing herself by my head, down my stomach in a slow, torturous trail. I moaned into the kiss as she let her fingers dance just above the waist of my jeans.
I could feel the grin play on her mouth as I whimpered at the teasing. As she slowly undid the button, then the zipper, of my pants, her mouth moved down my chest, sucking hungrily on my nipple as she slid my jeans down. We adjusted, as I gave her a hand, kicking off my jeans.
Arent we the naughty one her voice was husky as she noted my lack of underwear. I blushed wildly. I couldnt help it, I never wore it. I always got in trouble in school as a kid.
I guess I never totally grew out of my naked phase. An even more devilish smile played on her face as she moved her hand downward. I shuddered as she ran over my stomach again. Her mouth moved back up, capturing my lips as her other hand continued on my breast, where her mouth had left off.
With her other hand trailing slowly downward, she let her fingers dance along the top of my curls. I bit my lip, accidentally nipping hers. Rather than pause in our motions however, she gave me a nip back, a look in her eyes that made me want her so much more than I already did.
She entered in a slow, easy rhythm, her body moving as she pulsed her fingers in and out. I let out a gasp as my body started to react. I moved my hips in slow unison with her rhythm, her eyes locked on mine. Though mine were closed, currently trying to hold it together so I didnt start screaming in ecstasy just yet, I could feel her gaze burning on me.
She curled her fingers ever so slightly, just enough so that my hips bucked slightly upward from the feeling. If she kept torturing me like this, dangling me on the edge of release, I was going to be exhausted. It was bad trying to hold my own, when I had such a masterful woman situated on top of me.
Youre so beautiful her voice was filled with desire.
I moaned softly as I fumbled with my own hands down to the waist of her pants. I was able to slide them off, as we both got into a sitting position. Amazingly enough, Lara was able to keep her rhythm, the steady pace started to send shivers down my spine.
She was panting with me now, and it amazed how some women were able to do that, work themselves up to that point while pleasuring someone else. It made me all the more lustful.
I buried my face into her neck as I trailed my hand downward. I wanted her to come with me; it was just sexier that way. I slid myself in, eliciting a moan and a jerk from the other woman, who had seemed to be waiting.
Our motions picked up; in and out with a fervor that was like a thousand drum lines beating in the distance. I wrapped my legs around her, face buried into her neck as I let out a series of whimpers and noises that, under any other circumstances, would be construed as crying.
As we drew each other nearer, I gripped her back tightly as my body started to stiffen, muscles tightening as I rode that first wave of lustful bliss. I felt Lara do the same her mouth suctioned to my neck as she was thrown from all sense of reality and purpose at the same time I was.
We never stopped our rhythm, not until we both finally collapsed, chests rising and falling from pure exhaustion. I couldnt speak, and I couldnt move. I kissed her softly. She let out a hoarse chuckle. Apparently we had screamed, I hadnt noticed, my mind was on other things. But the tingle in my throat told me that I had just done some decent yelling.
I exhaled slowly, raising my eyebrows in unison with a bright smile on my face. She rolled off of me, kissing my temple gently. We said nothing as I curled into her back, wrapping my arms around her waist, but simply, we let sleep take us both, and I could only imagine what Siobhan would have to say tomorrow morning when I came home after not even calling to tell her I was staying the night out. Though right now, I didnt care. I just needed to feel this close contact of skin while I slept. I had missed it for a long time. And I wasnt willing to let it go just yet.