"Ken, are you going to have any family when you come back?" I looked at her askew, and said, "Why do you ask?" "Because you never talk about family."Ken, are you going to have any family when you come back?" I looked at her askew, and said, "Why do you ask?" "Because you never talk about family. It's like you never had one. "Oh, I have one. And yeah, I guess when I get back I'll have more. Either that or I'll never be back." "Don't say that." "Why not?" I asked in reply. "I mean, I'm not that important. Your life will go on without me. Seriously, it will. You've got a good job and people who care for you. You don't need me." She looked away. "I want you." "You can't keep me, Kris. I'm sorry." "I know." She reached out her arms to ask for a hug. I knelt on the floor in front of her chair and bent over to hug her. "But sometimes," she said, "the only way I survive is knowing you're out there, somewhere." I didn't reply with words, but instead pushed her hair out of the way as I leaned against her and quietly kissed her neck. She replied the same way, kissing my neck in return, and when she did the feelings she held for me shot through my body like lasers, slicing me up. I pulled away from her too look into her eyes, her pure, jade green eyes. The madness, the passion I felt for her welled up in me and I fell into her lips, kissing her, and she replied, hot and passionate in return. We crawled over each other, never breaking the kiss for minutes on end. We parted, and I looked at her, chuckling softly. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Remember my sense of smell?" She nodded. "I can almost feel your... scent, the way it rises." I ducked down between her legs and hiked her skirt up, then hooked one hand through the crotch of her underpants and struggled to pull them off. She raised herself up above the couch and helped me. I knelt there on the floor and spread her legs, looking at that soft cunt into which I had explored so few precious times before. I kissed her leg, and she cooed in response, sucking in air. I kissed her again, closer yet to her cunt, then in the light of her living room kissed her mound just above her pubic hair, that rich rustic red hair that hid her soft flesh underneath. |