Andrew kissed his girlfriend before her front door. He made a gentle fist with some of her hair in the back of her head with one hand and pulled her in by the hip with the other. His hand glided up and down her side above her pelvis and found its way to the small of her back. He continued to pull her closer and let his hand squeeze her rear.
Melissa released her body into his grip and wrapped both arms around Andrew’s torso. She used her hands to explore his taut backside. Feeling his robust body made her throb inside. Her breath grew heavy, so she withdrew one hand and started to massage the curves of his chest. His panting aroused her – she felt like Andrew had a deep craving that only she had the recipe to suppress. Each of them drew the other closer and closer and brushed their lips with exponential passion. Both breathed restlessly through their noses.
“I want you,” he said, eager and breathless.
Andrew and Melissa were together for a five and a half months now and have been intimate with each other for five of those months. They met online and things haven’t stopped going well since the first date. Both in their mid-twenties, they were just starting to grow into a routine with each other around their hectic jobs, so they were growing very comfortable around each other. They weren’t afraid to share secrets with one another and held a tight companionship. Andrew told her that he loved her for the first time just two weeks earlier.
“Not tonight,” she said, embarassed. She dropped her head and put a big smile on her face. “My parents are home.”
“That hasn’t stopped us before.”
She laughed. “Yeah, but we didn’t have to walk in while they were waiting for me any of those times.” Melissa brushed her hair behind her ear and looked into his eyes. “Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Andrew thought Melissa a beautiful specimen, truly one of God’s masterpieces. She was short at five foot three and her brown hair flowed with an irreplaceable sexual ambience. Her blue eyes reminded him of his own and her tight behind blended well with her ample breasts and thin build. She was very attractive physically, but even more impressive was the fact that she graduated college with honors as a physics major. She worked in a professional lab helping her collegues operate neutron scattering studies of different materials. Best of all, she was easy to get along with. She often surprised Andrew by paying for meals, giving him tickets to new major league baseball parks (seeing all of them was always one of his dreams), and supporting him every time he made any kind of decision. Andrew found her to be irresistible physically, intellectually, and emotionally.
“What’s up?” he asked, his body still tingling, shaking, and trembling with arousal.
Melissa sighed and diverted her eyes from his. “I’m not really sure how to say it, but I don’t think this is working out.”
Andrew tilted his head in curiosity. “What do you mean?”
“Andrew, I’m busy with work and I’ve been trying to get into graduate school and I really feel like I need some time to myself for a while.” She said. “I get panic attacks everyday and am always worried about what’s gonna happen. I just don’t feel like I have room in my life for this right now.”
Andrew watched Melissa’s eyes circle around all of the space around him and never fully make contact with him as she spoke. It was almost like he suddenly became a piece of furniture to her. He observed her lips part and come together again, like she was kissing each word that came out of her mouth. Her tongue licked her upper teeth and whipped back down and he imagined massaging his tongue with hers as he did all those other times before. She scratched the back of her neck the same way she did when he first met her, when she acted shy and was flush red in the face speaking to him.
“You are right,” he said, very much to her surprise. “We should stop seeing each other.”
Melissa’s jaw hung open and stood speechless as she tried to account for the miscaclulation. “What do you mean?” she asked. She found herself repeating his question.
“My being with you was always a sin under the eyes of God,” he said. “When my eyes first came upon you, I knew that you were a transcendent creature; beautiful in the light of both sun and moon. You were like the end of the universe, out of everyone’s reach, but always a thought to dwell and ponder upon. How do I accomplish that which no man has ever achieved? How can I fuel the rocket of my desire to have you, to hold you, to love you, and to tell the world about you? How do I find the words to tell them that you’re even more spectacular up close and that you still manage to blush when you get a peck on the cheek, right on the corner of your lips? Even your blushing tells me that the absolute best need to feel wanted and desired, like part of a set rather than isolated in superiority. The star doesn’t make the Christmas tree, the Christmas tree makes the star and I’m your tree.”
Melissa watched him with wonder in her eyes. She couldn’t believe any of what he had to say. Did he really want to break up with her when he clearly felt so passionately about her? Why did he agree with her decision? Melissa memorized each and every word he said like they composed the best poem ever written – and it was written specially for her. She finally found to courage to look up at him and his eyes drooled emotion all over her body. She leaped forward, threw her arms around him, and gave him a big kiss in a way she never had before.
“I love you,” she said for the first time. Then she let his arms consume her and continued to kiss him with renewed ardor.
Andrew inhaled the steam emanating from her body and succumbed to his addiction of her tobacco kiss.