I see him the way no one else on this planet sees him... I see him as the human being he is. Christopher Maurice Brown, I love you. I just pray that you know what this means.
Wow. Can you believe that we're only one month away from knowing each other for a whole year? Just wow. It's not Christopher depending on me.. We both depend on each other.
"Hey, can..."
Christopher walks in, and stares as if in awe. I've gotten so comfortable around him that I feel that I could wear anything. Right now, I'm only in bra and panties since I just recently gotten out the shower.
Averting his gaze, he clears his throat while I notice his hands shake slightly. He takes a step closer towards me, still avoiding looking at me.
"What were you saying, Christopher?"
I slur. I watch his every move intensively. He unintentionally bites down on his bottom lip, while looking me in my eyes. Smirking, I begin to turn my attention back to TV.
Feeling the bed shift, and seeing Christopher hovering over me, replaces my attention. I begin to laugh as he stares at my lips.
"Can... Can I.."
I cut him off with a kiss, causing him to hesitantly hold me waist. I grab his hand, and place it on my ass instead. Rubbing my butt, he slightly grabs it. I place my body closer to his, feeling his bulge through his pants.
Not meaning to sound desperate, but I want him. Slowly reaching over my dresser for a condom, I go in and grab it. Breaking apart, he stares at my body, and I could practically see his 'friend' growing.
I peal off his shirt, and pants as he looks down at me in... Wanting? I don't know, maybe.
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He tugs at my panties, licking his lips. Suddenly, his lips touch my ear.
"We... We're going to have the sex now..."
He whispers, biting down in my ear lobe.
Chuckling, I bite down on my bottom lip.
Once all our clothes gotten tossed somewhere, anywhere, in the room. I grabbed his hand, and put it closer to my pearl. He stuck an index finger up, and looked at me in questioning. Nodding, he gently pushes the finger inside of me, causing me to instantly gasp. One, two, three fingers at a time, trying to loosen me so that he could fit.
I pull the extra large condom on him, as he shoves himself inside.
"I'm... I'm not... Not fitting."
Moans, grunts, body slamming, and position switching are the only things flowing throughout the room.
Like music to...
Feeling myself being repeatedly tapped, I slowly open my eyes. Christopher stands in front of my frowning. Groaning, I smack my teeth.
"What's wrong? You hungry?"
He moves his mouth to one side of his face, nodding.
"Yeah.. But, I think... I think you pee peed in the bed... Be.. Because it's all wet."
He scrunches his face at the word, and swiftly walking out of my view.
I let out a short breath.
Damn, I just had a wet dream about Christopher.
I have no regrets.
Published
September 22, 2016
Okay, so I'm about to go to a football game right now so this is a quick filter I guess.
