•Okay this can easily about two women but it's about a woman and a man and the man is a Chad.•
And without hesitation she grabbed onto my hand. Her movements had a the need of a starved tiger in front of a deer. All out once she poured herself over me. The memories flooded between here and then. Her smile, her eyes on me, the unavoidable sensation from our fingertips. She pulled herself closer to me, our bodies touching. She grabbed the back of my head with her other hand and pulled me into her. She forced my hand onto her chest with such certainty, and pulled my face closer to hers. We kissed with a passion greater than lust. After a minute she pulled back, gasping. Then she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it off. I did the same. Our hot sticky skin touching, we kissed more. Her, a diver needing air, and me the oxygen. I unlatched her bra as she unbuttoned my pants. The sky around us turned darker, the lights of the city in the window.
