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Lissa's Place
Wrinkled clothes covered the two lover's bodies as they made their way back toward the lonely vehicle
at the corner of the school's parking lot.
The hours had gone by quickly. It was just eleven o'clock as the radio registered the time in the light green of its display.
Melissa's hands were on the wheel as Ed's fingers lightly stroked her leg. "Haven't you had enough yet?" She smiled as she glanced at him. The car moved slowly down the narrow asphalt surface of
the street. Each cross street was a step-like terrace as the Achieva made its way off the mountain where they'd spent much of the evening.
"This will be my first time visiting your apartment, Lissa." They had been together four months. Melissa had been to Washington a lot. The last time Ed was in Pittsburgh they spent the night in the Airport Marriott.
She pulled up in front of a duplex in Shadyside.
They walked in silently. Ed placed his bag on the floor of the small living room.
Melissa's tastes were traditional. The walls of the foyer were accented with photographs of other times.
Their sepia tones spoke volumes of that formal style that characterized the years between the wars.
It was an eclectic collection of faces. Some were white, but others were black. There were the faces of
the rural south sprinkled among those of immigrants. Their dark Mediterranean features stained with the
look of hard journeys and harder lives.
"These are my people." Melissa motioned to both walls with her hands. "I have tried to collect as much of my family's past as I can." She turned on a light beyond the threshold. "It hasn't always been easy to talk cousins into letting me copy their memories."
Melissa had never talked much about her family.
She spent more time listening the Ed ramble on about his life. He found it disconcerting. Each time he would
try to focus on her life, she had a way of redirecting the
conversation toward him.
"I have wine, and you must be hungry." Melissa moved through the living room and disappeared. "Baby, have a seat, and get comfortable. The couch was overstuffed and comfortable. The smooth satin finish of the black fabric was accented with flowers in shades of violet and blue. The coffee table was low
and ornate. The carved texture of its cherry legs complimented the eclectic mood of the room. A
An antique armoire graced a wall no more than eight feet away. It's large door were accented with the ancient brass hardware. "Put on some music, while I do this, Eddie." He could hear Melissa rattling dishes in the kitchen.
He opened the doors, revealing the television, and a stack of components. There were lines of C-D's stacked along both edges in compartments on the shelves. Ed perused the names; B-B King, Wyndham Hill, Cleo Lane, Whitney Houston, Wilton Felder. There just didn't seem to be a particular order to the confusing collection. He smiled as he thought of his own immense cache of music. He was methodical about it. Each genre was categorized, with the artists alphabetized. All of their material was placed in chronological order. Ed pulled out three C-D's, Joe Sample's latest, Fourplay, and Erykah Badu.
He loaded them into the player, and closed the cabinet doors. This was his first visit to Melissa's home. He surveyed his surroundings to try learn more
about the woman who was stealing his heart.
Ed glanced at a clock on the mantle. The ornate crystal of its works dangled from tarnished chains. It was 12:45. "I'll cook for you tomorrow, I promise." Melissa stood there smiling as she offered him a plate of cut sandwiches. "For now I want to eat, and talk, and maybe take a dip in the spa."
"This is fine, Lissa," Ed settled back on the couch.
They listened to music, as he held his arm around her.
They nibbled more at each other than they did at the
food she'd prepared. In the shadowy night of Melissa's
living room they shared a quiet closeness. Her legs curled under her on the couch. His legs were stretched out, with his feet under the coffee table. Ed could see a collection of figurines gracing a table by the window.
It held carved, and sculpted elephants. He thought to himself how in much of the world they are a symbol of good fortune. He smiled and kissed Melissa's neck, as he whispered softly in her ear. "Baby, I am so lucky to have you in my life." There was a pause, a moist kiss at her hairline, and a squeeze on her left thigh. "I love you Lissa, very much."
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Shower of Love
"You want to get cleaned up baby?" Melissa rose from the couch even as she asked the question. The night had been full. The tour of the school had taken them to very different places. Each site had left its own peculiar stains and smells on their bodies.
They had taken time to pick at food. Their minds had been on everything but satisfying their physical hunger. Ed rose slowly to follow Melissa down the hall leading to her bedroom.
He continued to survey her art and furnishings as he walked through unknown areas of her apartment.
A Levi Kince print graced a wall of a long vestibule. The dramatic images of a man and woman caught in embrace captured the free love spirit of the age before AIDS.
The lilting sound of Fourplay's 'Bali Run' seemed to bring their weary bodies back to life. They had been naked most of the evening but now there was a sense of privacy that set a different tone. There was an intimacy that had been missing from much of their time at the school.
Melissa pulled the soiled silk blouse from her shoulders as she walked toward the open door of her bedroom. She turned the lights on low as she stepped out of the leather skirt. Her clothes landed in a pile on the emerald velour of the fabric that covered a chaise lounge by the patio door.
Her dresser was covered with bottles and atomizers. Their different shapes reflected in the mirror. The stained glass of a shade diffused the light from the hanging lamp above her nightstand.
Melissa's tastes were contemporary. The clean lines of the Danish furnishings were a blonde oak. Her queen-sized bed was covered with a quilt. The floral pattern was subdued in shades of mauve and violet. The delicate silkscreening complimented the cozy room.
A black lacquered flagon graced the nightstand beside the bed. It matched an Italian basin that held two tightly-rolled terry hand towels.
"Come on Eddie, I'll start the shower." He followed her into the bathroom. The brass etagere above the commode held a woman's things. Makeup and toiletries were neatly lined across the shelves. Lower shelves were stacked full with neatly folded bath sheets.
Ed watched Melissa's naked body in the bright light. She looked different now as he thought back on the wild moments of the evening. There was a comfortable innocence about her. It was the feeling that couples share when passion subsides and companionship sets the tone for closeness.
She smiled at him as she turned the golden handles set against the speckled ceramic tiles in the stall. The warm steam began to fill the bathroom. Melissa used a lighter to ignite the wick of an oil lamp. The amber liquid that filled the globe gave off a light sandalwood scent. The fragrance mingled with the steam as she slid the glass doors to the shower open wide.
They slowly stepped inside to face each other. She picked up a large bath sponge and squeezed a dab of gel from a purple plastic bottle.
Her pale hands contrasted sharply against the brown skin of Ed's chest. The white lather from the sponge slowly rolled down the through the coarse hair on his body.
He stared deeply into her brown eyes. Her thick red hair was wet and clinging closely to her face as it brushed against her shoulders. The droplets of water pelted them both. She took her time washing him The sponge and her hand swept piles of lather across his naked form. Her small foot touched his shin playfully, as she smiled. She giggled as she stroked the bath sponge across his face coating his beard with the lilac soap
she used to wash his body.
Ed rubbed more gel between his palms. The white foam was piled high in each of his hands as he reached for Lissa's exposed breasts. His hands slowly stroked them forward before he raised her nipples in his spreading fingers. The heaviness of her breasts was supported on the very edges of his palms. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly on the lips.
"This has been quite a night baby." The words were a faint whisper over the sizzling sound of water striking the ceramic tiles that surrounded them. Yet the sound seemed to echo in that way that bathrooms have of amplifying even the slightest noise.
Ed pulled the sponge from her hand and moved it slowly down her body. He lingered on each curve in a way that made Melissa feel like the finest treasure.
She could not decide whether she enjoyed the soft touch of his hand more than the slow and subtle movements of the sponge.
Through closed eyes she enjoyed the feel of his touch as he washed her shoulders, her breasts, and the surface of her belly. She settled back against the shower wall, and let him continue down beneath her waist. The feel of his fingertips gripping on her inner thigh was intense. She felt the sponge move back and forth across her tender slit. The warmth of the water on her shaved mound had left her skin sensitive to each movement.
There was no urgency to their efforts. An evening filled with passionate adventures had given way to relaxed exploration. Two people were building on a foundation of new love. Ed and Melissa were learning to just enjoy being close to each other.
There is something unbelievably erotic about touching when two lover's passions are all but spent.
She squeezed and fluttered her fingertips across the bare wet surface of his back. He traced the surface of her waist and thighs letting his thumbs press lightly against the cushioned surface of her triangle. No words were said in the filtered darkness of the shower. The both just seemed to understand. They shared touches just to be enjoyed. Four hands slowly mapped memories on bodies that were willingly possessed.
Long, wet kisses gave way to playful bites. Their tongues touched skin and tasted a clean closeness.
The shower stopped and two lovers stood dripping wet in the dissipating steam. The softness of their locked eyes spoke of love.
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So they me savoured when they are needed most
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Her Bed
A full night had left them both wanting sleep. Melissa ran a soft towel over Ed's hard body. She looked into his eyes as she blotted droplets of water from his chest.
"Tired baby?" Ed's tone made it impossible to distinguish whether the words were a question or a statement. Melissa wiped the last of the water from the
area around his navel. Her hand was wrapped in the towel as it lingered for a moment over the area below.
Ed stepped back now to smile at a woman whom he'd known for months. "Tonight has been so good Lissa," he said. "I never expected any of this, and I am so glad to be with you now." Ed reached for her hand and touched her fingers softly. "Let's go to bed."
He led her down the hall again. This was Melissa's home. It was a foreign place for Ed. She had described it many times. They enjoyed late night conversations about almost anything.
There was work, and family; the talk of politics, and people; and those special, intimate times when they shared moments together wishing that were not separated by the miles. Melissa called those "Eddy's time to play"
Their two bodies moved down the narrow corridor. They were naked in the he silence. Their footsteps over the varnished hardwood were muffled as they cross the threshold into her bedroom. Ed felt the soft plush carpet under his feet.
Melissa dove onto the queen-sized bed face first. Her wet red hair was clinging to her shoulders as she rolled over and smiled toward her lover. "You don't know how many times I've thought about you here like this." Her legs were spread over the edge of the mattress. Her feet dangled downward the floor as she let a small and fragile hand stroke softly down beyond her belly. It lingered over her shaven mound as she spread her legs. "Now I have you here at last," she said.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Lissa." Ed smiled and looked down at her. "Tell me how you want me to touch you, and I will.' He watched her eyes and felt her silence as the single index finger of her right hand traced the shape of her exposed triangle.
Melissa parted her legs, and Ed rested lightly on the edge of the bed. He inhaled the fresh scent of her flesh, still warm with the mist of the shower they shared just moments ago.
Ed let his teeth scrape light over her lower ribs. Little kisses followed as his mouth slowly passed back and forth across her belly. The large fingers of his left hand softly touched the side of her face.
Melissa let her tongue play across the inside of his palm. Her mouth gripped the thick crook of flesh beside his thumb.
She felt Ed's lips sucking at the hood that sat just above her moistened slit. His tongue spread the edges wide even as his mouth clamped down hard on top of her. She bit down on his hand and moaned. A high-pitched gasp was muffled behind the white teeth that gripped his skin.
Melissa's pelvis tilted upward opening her body to
the attention that he willingly offered her. Back and forth she rocked against his face. The breaths rising from her body were accented with gasps and gentle cries.
She was gripped with feelings that she'd dreamed of on lonely nights when Ed was home alone in Virginia. Her toes curled, and her calves tensed as waves of physical responses moved through her body.
This was real, and she savored each second. moving and squeezing. She felt her thighs close tightly
around his head. The soft skin of her legs ground ag ainst the wet, coarse hair of his head.
Ed was lost between her legs. He bit and nibbled and worked to capture the passion she had displayed earlier at the school.
They were two people enjoying each other. They were two lovers who felt compelled to make up for all those times when they could not touch or feel each other enough. He enjoyed her taste. He seemed to want to devour her there without regard for his own arousal.
Melissa's hand at found it. She took his hard shaft in her hand and squeezed. Bending her forearm upward left Ed no choice but to move his body over hers.
He did not remove his head, even as he shifted his legs upward toward her face.
He felt her lips against his inner thigh. Her cheek brushed the tip of his penis, even as the soft velvet of her lips brushed the head and parted. Her mouth took the first inch inside, allowing her tongue to run over the
cleft the marked his point of circumcision. The full surface of her tongue wrapped around the underside of his shaft. She took him deeply inside his mouth and sucked hard.
Melissa felt Ed's teeth biting at her vaginal lips. The inner walls of her vagina were full as the wet juices of her arousal coated the surface. She felt the point of his tongue fluttering across her opening.
Her body responded with a strong contraction that ran from her ribs to her hot, wet center. They had been together like this many times. She had enjoyed his mouth on her body. She had orgasmed from the feel of
his climax exploding against the back of her throat.
This was different though.Melissa had her man, he was in her bed, and she was in her own world. She listened to Ed gasp and groan, as his body stiffened. She sucked harder as she felt his warm breath against her sticky mound. Even as his passion subsided and worked to hold his flesh inside her lips.
They laid there silently and she felt his finger stroke her face. Her head was rested against his inner thigh. Her mouth held his spent and flacid penis, and she drifted off to sleep.
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