Wonderful Tonight

You look beautiful in green. Absolutely marvelous. I watch you model the green chiffon dress, twirling about, your braided hair whipping lightly about as you turn and model for me, dear girl. I cannot think of the perfect words now, to express my desire for you, as you model that lovely green dress, and all the while, I think of how lovely the plump body underneath it must look.

This is the first time you have invited me to your room, and it's a small room, unbearably small as any dorm room is, but comfortable, warm, and smelling of soft incense that you're fordbidden to burn in a dorm room but light anyway, to make the room even warmer, to spark the romance you hope for but don't ask for directly...for I am in your room, and tonight is a special night, my soft brown girl.

You ask me if you like the dress, and I agree. You nod and tell me that this is your final choice of what to wear for tomorrow's formal. I smile, and silently wonder when you are going to take that dress off, and if I should turn my eyes away...but you look at me, smile, and begin to reach behind and feel for the zipper in the back. You find the zipper, and I watch you yank it down a few inches, but you find you cannot unzip it any further. You turn to me and ask for help with the zipper. But of course, and I wonder if you know how this simple act could begin my temptation. But no, you are no naive girl. You know full well.

I rise from my spot on the bed and approach behind you, and gently take the zipper and pull it the rest of the way down. You thank me, and without batting an eye, you reach for the bottom of the dress and begin to pull it off your body. I am riveted to the spot, as I watch inch afetr inch of brown flesh being reveal as you pull that green chiffon off of you and carefully hang it back onto its hanger before putting it back into the closet. I watch you, clad in sensible good-girl white brassiere and panties, seemingly unaware of me behind you, with visions of my face buried in your sweetness twirling through my mind. You, acting like the classical naive Marylin Monroe, me like the poor chap in "Seven Year Itch"....oh, God!

You turn around and face me. "Something to drink?"

I say no, and return to my spot on the bed, watching you, and I become a hungry she-wolf, watching you reach for a Mountain Dew in your coooler, still playing unawares. You open the can, quickly and cripsly, and sit next to me on the bed, setting your can on the nightstand after you've taken a sip. What do I do? I am almost biting my lip, and I'm crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to do something with the heat that is forming between them.

I can't stand it anymore. I reach for your hair, and brush a few stray braids out of your face. This is the test. I move my face closer to yours, my lips prepared for join yours. You are not moving away...this is a good sign. I move closer, until my lips are touching yours, then my mouth opens a little...you take the cue and open your lips as well, and you slide your tongue in my mouth. I shudder, and return with my tongue, and now we are locked in a wet and fiery kiss, both of our bodies and lips filled with that electricity of desire. I am imagining my hand, buried into your, and I can almost feel the slickness of your vagina around my fingers....

But not yet. There is plenty of time. I begin to move over you, and at this cue you lie down on the bed and reach for me, sliding your arms around me until your hands are resting on my back and fiddling for the zipper of my dress. You yank down the zipper, and as we continue to kiss, you are pulling the dress down, off my shoulders, and running a lone fingernail along my flesh. I can barely stand it, and I feel a surge of desire in my belly and pussy. Now, without warning, you reach up and bite my shoulder. Not hard, but enough to startle me a little. I break the kiss and yelp. You little wench. How did you know I liked to be bitten?

Nevermind that, however. I reach down and return the bite, only closer to your neck. I feel you shudder underneath me and gasp. I bite again, this time at the base of your neck in the front, at the center of yoru collarbone. You like this, don't you? I bite my way up your neck, until my lips touch yours again and we resume the kiss. I feel the cool air from the open window above the bed hit my now bare shoulder. I break the kiss again and raise up until I am upright. I reach for the hem of my dress and quickly, with one motion, pull it from my body. You look at me and smile. Yes, I had the foresight to wear no bra or underwear underneath that dress, and I am now naked in full view of you. I look down at you again. You can't be wearing those bra and panties anymore, I decide, and I reach down and unclasp your bra at the front, brushing away the cups to reveal two large, brown breasts topped with dark purple nipples. My mouth is watering even more at the sight, and without another though I lean down and begin to lick one nipple. You reach up and run your fingers through my hair, panting softly as i lick, suck on, and bite at your nipple. I feel you begin to heave and writhe beneath me now.

I reach for your other breast and I have them both in my hands. I press them together until your nipples almost meet, then again I lean down and with my tongue I resume my sweet torture, you mewling and groaning underneath me. I lick and bite across both nipples, alternating between them. You grab a handful of the back of my hair, and pull a little bit. I gasp, and in return I bite your nipples even harder.

No more Ms. Nice Gal. I slide down your body and in one motion, I rip off your panties. Now you are completely bare before me. You are mine.

I slide one finger down your belly, and down your slit, and find you drenched with your own wetness. So much the better. I slide that finger into you . You clench around my finger, but still, one finger at a time. I begin to pump the finger in and out of you while you writhe and buck against the palm of my hand. I slide a second, then a third finger in, wondering if you can handle any more of my hand inside you. I pump my three fingers, and you are thrashing on the bed, moaning, and all the while I think how thin these walls must be, and silently hope that someone is listening and is as hot as I am right now, finger fucking you....

Something is missing. I pull my fingers out for one brief second and climb off the bed. I open your closet, finding two scarves. Perfect. I pull the scarves from their hangers and returning to the bed, I climb back on between your legs. I lean over, pinning you to the bed, grabbing one wrist first and tying it deftly to the bedpost, then the other wrist in the same fashion.

I reach back, and grabbing your ankles, I lift your legs and push them apart until they are as spread as possible. I lean down and open your fridge door, and I find tucked away behind your soda....a bag of cucumbers. Good. I reach in and grab one, cool to my fingers, cold enough for a little sweet torture. I close the door.

I take the cucumber and nudge the end of it against your gaping hole, pushing gently. I hear you shiver a little at the coolness. Good. I push a little more, but gently as not to rush things and hurt you, but your soft and wet folds of skin give way easily and the cucumber plunges into the depths of your beautiful pussy until the end meets your cervix and it will not go in any further. I reach down with my other hand and spread your lips, letting the cool air from the window hit your very swollen and red clitoris. You writhe as the cool air hits you. I reach for the other end of the cucumber and begin sliding it, slowly, in and out of you. How does that feel, girl? I wonder if this cucumber has been in your depths before. You pant and moan, pulling on the scarves that bind you to your bed and keep you at my will. You will come tonight, girl. You must. You will be mine.

I slide the cucumber in and out of you, and with a free pinky finger, I press gently at your arsehole. I still have your lips spread with my other hand, while the cool breeze blows over us and onto you. I trail my gaze up your body. Your nipples are harder than diamonds. Your pretty brown face is flushed with bed. you're sweating now, and your sweat-covered forehead and blue-black braids glisten in the light from above. You grit your teeth and I begin to thrust the cucumber in and out of you, a little rougher than before. This is how you like it. This is how you will take it. I am aching to feel your cum on my face as you squirt all over me. I want you to squirt. My mouth is watering for your tangy juices.

As soon this wish will come true. You are bucking your hips, thrashing wildly, pulling on your restrained, and nearly screaming. "Oh, God, I'm gonna CUM! I'm gonna shoot!" You yell at the the top of your lungs, your breasts heaving. I smile wickedly. Good. Come for me, little one.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Your scream pierces the room as I see the first few squirts come from your swollen pussy. I pull the cucumber from you and watch as your squeeze again, shooting your cum onto my face and I lean over you. I come in closer, and with another squirt I open my mouth and take it in. I nearly melt as I taste you. This is what I have been waiting for. I drink it all in as you squirt, what seems endlessly, onto my face, and into my mouth. Oh, yes, this is what I was craving since the first time I saw you.

I drink in the last few of your squirts, then lean over, my parted lips touching yours, and again we kiss, letting some of your juices flow into your mouth. I slide up as I kiss you, until my pussy is directly on top of yours. Reaching down with one hand, I spready first your labia, then my own, then my clit touches yours. This is it. I continue to kiss you, rubbing my clit against yours. You suck in the last of the cum from my mouth, then break away from the kiss to yelp as your become hot again, this time from my sex rubbing against yours. I am rubbing faster now, and our clits slide over and past each other. You are thrashing and once again nearly screaming, so much to recieve in one evening, and I keep going, feeling the fire buidling in my own clit.

It is not long until I join you in screaming, our cries of ecstacy like a love song dripping with sweet female lust, and the final chorus of our love song being the orgasm. The fire builds within me even more...

I explode. I am yelling so loud I am pretty sure your entire floor can hear me, and soon you follow suit, joining me in my racous announcement to whoever will listen: "I AM COMING! OH, LORD, I'M COMING!" By this time I am too drenched in orgasm to care who hears us. We tremble violently together, our sweat and juices mingling, and I can feel the last of this tension releasing from me, and I collapse on top of you as you pant, spent from our wonderous dance of desire. I sigh, content.

You look at me and smile, and remembering, I reach up and loose your wrists. Rolling onto my back, I pull you next to me until your head rests on my breast. Then I get an idea. "Hand me that cucumber, will you, sweet?" I ask, and you reach for it. "And get me a knife."

You get up and stumble over to your shelves where your dishes are kept, and reach in a container and pull out a small knife. You bring it back, with the cucumber, and climb back onto the bed with me. I take the cucumber and knife from you, and slice it in half, lenghtwise, down the middle. I sniff it, and it still smells like your wonderful juices, and is still a bit wet with them. I hand you one half of the cucumber.

"Don't worry," I say. "We'll hit Kroger tomorrow for more veggies."

You look at me and laugh, and begin munching on your half of the cuke. I run my fingers through your hair and sigh, content.