sadistikdreams

"Cannot think of a title"

I remember Cherry. I remember how she looked, how she loved. I remember the finer things. How we mirrored eachother. Our qualities were the same, and were different. She was mature, I wasn't. Differences, and similarities. And the stuff that counts.
We met on Valentines Day. Sappy as hell, it was "love at first sight". The angelic face. The devilishly shaped body. Deep red eyes, lovely thick lips. I knew that my lips would absolutely have to touch them. And her body. Nude images of her haunt me to this very day. She was a few inches shorter than me, I was at the time about 5'9". You do the arithimatic. Lovely little C-cup breasts. Large aereolas, creole stlye. Smooth pale skin. Just so very lickable. Nice hips, nice bum. Legs to die for. Knowing me, I'm a leg-man. Cherry's legs were heaven to me. I loved the days when she wore fishnets. Or any hosiery, for that matter. But I get too deep. She was perfect in every single way.
As I was saying, we met on valentine's day. Loverly loverly valentine's day. I believe it was after she transferred to Shorecrest(SC). At the time, I was going to SC, in 9th grade. A little "frosh" as some folks call it. She was originally from the little old town of Pasadena. It was a nice cold February day, barely snowing out. I suppose they don't get much snow in California, so she was surprised. But like everybody, she knew what snow was. So that day, the fourteenth, I was walking in the halls, and I first met Cherry. I don't remember all the details, I was so dazed by them, but she was a friend of a friend. This friend introduced me ot her, and had to go for some reason. So Cherry and I talked all during lunch. Somehow, by the end of the conversation, she asked me to be her boyfriend. I gave her a quick lookover, and promptly said yes. I think there was a little squeal in my voice. So we stood around for a bit, talked some more, and the lunch bell rang. She gave me this incredible kiss, and said goodbye.
Evidently, Valentines day was on a Thursday, my lucky day. If anything ever happens to me that is good, it usually happens on a Thursday. Lovely Thursday. So the next day, after we met, I walked into the school, with a scarf over my face, hiding the largest grin you would ever see. I guess it's that bliss from ignorance thing. I did not give a shit about anything else that day. At TAP(twenty minute period in which people are supposed to be studying, but don't), I saw her again. She slid her hands around my sides, and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her. We kissed, embraced eachother. At the time, I knew very little about this girl. But she said to me that she was in love, that second day. OOH! Her kisses. Our kisses, to be more accurate. Tounge lashing, she'd bite my tounge, stick hers in my mouth. Not let me in to her mouth at times, just to tease. Then she'd let me in. And when our lips parted, I'd very secretively curl my lips in, and taste them. Strawberries. Chocolate. Cinnamon. I loved her kisses.
But what I loved more, was how tolerant she was of my perversion. I suppose it was the fifth day of knowing her(being with her, loving her?) that I managed to slip my hands up her shirt. Nice shirt, too. It was "wife-beater" material, black, and had a little monograph style pink heart sewn on the bottom hem. Lovely shirt, that accented her figure. As I was saying, before I so rudely interrupted myself, was I started to creep my fingers up her shirt. She gasped, "Cooooold!". I gave a little chuckle, "Pardon". She touched my lips, we started to kiss. I don't think she realized her hands were cooooold too. I stroked her stomach, reached up. No bra. Suprised. I gave her left breast a quick squeeze, then I found her nipple. I rolled it in my two fingers. With my fingertips, I let the coldness of my hands stiffen the tip of her nipple. I heard a moan. Maybe it was mine? She took her shirt off. Told me to keep going, I was doing good. I started licking her lovely stomach. Asthetically, I really hate it when the ribcage is visible. Good thing her's wasn't. Meat on those bones. I loved the feeling of her inhaling and exhaling, when my face was against her stomach. I started licking higher, until I reached her breasts. I loved pleasuring her.

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"Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone.
The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials."
-Lin Yutang

hearts, by d.a.