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[pornceptual-stories]

C A R I N G

It was a party in a small house that almost seemed to have no windows. If there was anything to see outside, it was the darkness of night. Too many people for such a small place. I don’t remember how I got there, but there wasn’t a single person that I could recognize.

In a corner of the living room she was sitting on the lap of a young guy, with a bag of cocaine on the counter in front of them. They did one line after the other, but the bag seemed never to be finished. He didn’t care about her, but I knew her and I knew that when she loses her mind her gaze changes like now. She could go to bed with any of us here: men, women, couples, groups.

I never told her that I felt a deep love for her because words were always left unspoken between the two of us. Also, how to confess a feeling that I do not understand? Several times I wondered if it was love or lust. If wanting to kiss her and penetrate her is considered love, or if it is pure carnal pleasure.

She was traveling inside her mind. Inside mine, a protective instinct, a lattice made me take her by the arm, lift her gently and carry her home. There was no resistance on her part. I noticed that she recognized me immediately. I knew she could trust me.

When we got to my apartment, we weren’t the only ones. Several people from that same party had decided to take every corner and find themselves places to sleep. At least they had the grace to leave my bedroom alone for us.

We fall asleep automatically. She with one of my shirts, and I slept with my underwear and nothing else. It was very hot, and we were both drunk and high.

With the speed my head was spinning, I couldn’t fall asleep. We’d both toss and turn and it went on that way for hours. Until the sun began to peek out and that’s when the sheets became still.

After no more than an hour, my eyes opened by themselves. I saw her. I was so calm. She was so peaceful.

I began to caress her. My fingers in her hair, then around every curve of her body. She slept on her side, and let me see the skin that shone with the first morning sun. Her eyes were still closed, but her smile and soft moans told me that she liked it, that she wanted more.

In one of her many laps, her shirt had fallen out of place. One of her boobs was completely exposed, and that’s when my index finger started circling her nipple. It was a matter of seconds for it to harden. So did my penis and she knew it. That’s why she squeezed me firmly to feel it from behind her tail.

We were both still pretending to be asleep. There was no rush. We wanted to feel close, loving us, wanting us.