AJ's Visit

By Melrose

Published on Apr 7, 2002

Lesbian

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By: Melrose eyedreamincolor@hotmail.com

She's still driving that old black Camaro. Glancing out the window as she pulls into my driveway, I can't help but wonder what got into me today. This time it's been seven months since our last rendezvous. Usually it's AJ that calls, and I start out so distant and coy, as if I hadn't been wondering where she was and if she'd found the perfect woman. It seems within minutes of saying "Hello" I'm inviting her for the weekend. And before I know it she's making the three-hour drive to my home. This time I made the call to her and for what reason I'm not sure.

I guess I need to go back a little ways here. AJ and I were together for about 3 years. I can't remember ever being as happy as I was with her. It ended rather abruptly with an excess of drama and pain about six years ago when I was just finishing grad school. I can't tell you exactly why it ended and neither could she... it wasn't't a lack of passion or love by any means. I guess we both had some growing up left to do.

These days, I work as a psychologist in a small, but successful practice. AJ, on the other hand, is still going from gig to gig playing her guitar and singing with one band or the other and using her education in graphic design only when it's her last option. I've had a few mildly meaningful relationships since AJ. Nothing has ever been comparable to the way I felt with AJ, aside from the tornados of drama and erratic behavior that she was prone to, she was the only real love and passion that I've ever known. Being with her is like some sort of magic therapy lesson, although, not one I'll share with my clients. She just has a way of getting under my skin and making me really smile. No one else can do that to me.

I watch out the window as she takes one last long drag of her cigarette and flicks it into the wet spring grass. Stepping out of the car I see worn, black boots and her calloused hands curl around the door as she pulls herself to her feet. She's always taller and stronger than I remember, her faded leather jacket emphasizing her wide strong shoulders. Levi's as tight as you can buy them, hugging her hips to tone down the curves of her rather womanly body and glancing down, I notice she's pulling out all the stops tonite. The fly of her jeans swells out, letting me know that she hasn't't forgotten what I like. Her hair is longer now, hanging down in her face a bit, but still jet black and smooth.

She doesn't knock on my door but rather plays some noisy drumbeat over and over. I don't answer right away; I never do when it's AJ. I want her to think I haven't been staring out the window waiting and waiting for her to arrive. I want her to think that this new, tight, shirt isn't for her or this perfect manicure or that I haven't been in front of the mirror perfecting every hair and touch of makeup, while thinking of nothing but how beautiful she said I looked when I went to this sort of trouble.

My heart is pounding now, but it always does when it's her. I give up on acting disinterested and open the door wholeheartedly. Her eyes are darker, sexier, more full of longing this time than ever before. I invite her in to have a seat, a glass of wine... She interrupts without saying a word and pulls me against her, running her hands up and down the length of my back and staring straight into my eyes the whole time, smiling just slightly.

"I've missed you," she whispers. Her hand is now in my hair pushing my mouth towards hers. I resist the urge momentarily and look away. She follows my downward glance and catches my eyes, "Don't hide this time, we only have one night, I have to work Monday morning," she says rather sheepishly. I wanted to inquire where but her eyes talked me the rest of the way into skipping the small talk and wine.

Within seconds of her arrival I felt as if I'd been taken back in time to some warm familiar place, one that makes me surprisingly, very happy. Although as I run my hands underneath her tee shirt and up her back, I notice that she is different this time, her shoulders are harder, stronger, than before. I run my hands along her sides, to her stomach, every muscle defined and hard. She's watching my face as I touch her, grinning as if she can tell that I noticed how well she's taken care of herself.

Without so much as a pause, a breath, a second, she's lifted me from the floor and my legs are around her waist. She burrows her face against my neck, running her lips from my ear down slowly to the nape of my neck and back again, breathing soft and warm all the time. She sets me down on the couch and kneels in front of me, pressing her pelvis against me just slightly, just enough to make me aware of how quickly she can get to me. I'm breathing faster and faster now and she's kissing my neck so slowly, so seductively. Up and down my entire being I can feel small ripples start passing through me.

Unable to keep her lips away from mine any longer I grab her hair and force her mouth onto mine, exchanging the perfect mix of her lips and tongue and mouth and hands. She pushes me back onto the couch and kisses my chest down to the low cut neck of my shirt. Her warm hands run beneath my shirt and she stops momentarily to take note of my missing undergarment. "More perfect than I'd remembered," she whispers, before lifting my shirt just far enough to envelope my nipple between her lips. My body jerks as the waves of passion begin tearing thru my body. I pull her face to mine and kiss her, while my hands pull her shirt over her head and onto the floor. I kiss her strong shoulders, her chest, all the while undoing the button-fly of her jeans. I release the cock she's carefully packed into her jeans, letting it stand out straight, waiting to be used. It's thick, thicker than I've ever had and she moans as I run my hands up and down the shaft, she's looking down, watching me touch it. I tell her, "I don't know if I'll be able to handle THIS tonite, it's been awhile."

Always smooth, she replies, "I'll go so slow and soft you'll want more than this by the end of it."

She pushes me back down onto my back, runs her hands up my thighs and under my skirt, and grazes my crotch just enough to make me moan slightly and quicken my breathing even more. Her lips are on my thighs, kissing slowly from my knee up. She has my whole skirt lifted around my waist, kissing my cleanly shaven mound, running her fingers along my slit, making me want her so badly I can hardly stand to wait any longer. I thrust my pelvis towards her hand, begging her to slide her fingers into me. She kisses lower, pulls at my lips with her teeth, licks up and down my lips.

Then she flicks her tongue at my clit just once and I convulse with anticipation. She begins to lick around my clit in wide slow circles. Every circle comes closer and closer and with every circle my body jerks harder and harder. She reaches my clit and I can hardly stand how good it feels for her to kiss it. She licks slowly at first and as she gains speed, I moan louder and louder, moving my pelvis up and down faster and faster to match her speed. I start to feel that one amazing tingle pulsating from deep in body, working its way to the surface of my clit. The sweat is pouring down my back, my hands are gripping her hair, her head, her ear, whatever I can find to hold onto, as I begin to buck harder and harder against her face. Seconds away from orgasm...

She stops.

Stands up.

I'm gasping for air lying there on the couch. She smiles, pushes her hair out of her eyes. She stares at me with my skirt around my waist my shirt drenched in sweat. "What?" I ask as I attempt to adjust my clothes. "You're just so beautiful... I don't know how I gave you up." I blush and admire her muscular upper body. My eyes stop on that thick, hard cock that protrudes from the open fly of her jeans. She looks from my eyes down to the cock and knows what I want.

I look down at my skirt to adjust it without moving my extremely sensitive pelvic region. Before I get a chance to touch my skirt she's pulled me off the couch onto the carpet and is on top of me. "You didn't really think I'd just leave you hanging like that, did you?" she asked. "Well, I hoped not... Oh God!" I was interrupted when her hard, cool cock entered me very slowly and she looked straight into my eyes. I open up like a flower in full bloom and welcomed her deeper and deeper inside me. I'm lifting myself up and down against the cock to keep the waves of energy going that I feel starting all over within me. In my ear, she whispers, "I told you, you could take it."

She starts moving in and out of me slowly at first, angling her pelvis so that her cock touches me perfectly. I wrap my legs around her hard ass and grip her sides, digging my nails into her harder and harder. I jerk harder and harder against her and she matches my rhythm and pounds deeper and deeper into me. I feel my body start to convulse with ecstasy as my pussy tightens around the thick hard cock. She pounds into me faster and faster until I'm moaning louder than before. I feel myself losing all control as I start to come harder and harder, and grip her tighter and tighter, breathing faster and faster, until I can't feel anything but my pussy convulsing over and over around her cock.

The convulsions subside and I roll onto my side pushing her onto her back and slipping the cock out of me. I straddle her stomach and she smiles and looks down at her abs which are now soaking wet. I grin sheepishly and bend down and kiss her full lips, pulling her towards me. I can't seem to kiss her enough, my fingers in her hair and her hard body against my chest, her arms around me. It occurs to me that I could stay like this forever. And I notice that for the first time in a long time, I'm smiling and I really mean it. I realize we've been silent for awhile now and I make an attempt on conversation. "Monday... where did you say you're playing on Monday?" I asked.

"Monday, I have to work. It started out as a little project and now it's blossomed into what you could call a business. I design album covers and some commercial jobs, making use of that degree that I'd almost forgotten about. And in the process I've been getting some very nice gigs, no more redneck bars or sleazy clubs."

Astonished, I reply, "You've grown up, AJ. That explains the new phone number that you e-mailed to me. Where are you working... I didn't recognize the area code?"

"Well, actually I'm only about an hour north of here now, I just moved there two weeks ago. So maybe we could see more of each other. If you want to that is," AJ said.

I'm so happy about the prospect of seeing more of her that I feel my eyes welling up and I'm a little flushed. I nod and hug her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"I'm glad you asked me to come. I've wanted to call you a thousand times since I've been in the area... but I didn't know how," she said.

"You call me anytime, day or night, that I cross your mind." I said. "Now how about a glass of that wine?" I stood up and walked to the kitchen with a smile like never before.

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