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The Deep Blue See

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He was already at the door. I had been cleaning up and pouring some drinks for us. He mentioned having something very important to tell me. It’s never good when people tell me to guess or leave me to my own imagination. My mind goes far. 

Ding dong. Ding dong.

Clearly still deep in my thoughts as to what he could possibly have to tell me, the irritating sound of my doorbell interrupt my thoughts.

Diiiiiiiiiiiiing dong.

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Me: I’m coming!!!
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I check myself in the mirror once more before heading to the door. Laughing and shaking my head. Why are you still even worried about how you look around him? Get it together, Lye. I primp my hair and frown at my black Mizzou sweatpants and plain white t-shirt. I should’ve picked something else out.  

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Him: *chuckles* You know it’s cold out here.

Me: Hey, Blue Eyes! It’s so good to see you again!
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We embraced. His rough beard caressed my smooth caramel cheeks. I inhaled him deeply to my innermost parts. He smelled exquisite. I wondered if he could feel my heart racing. It’s been a while since we’ve spent time together. He’s been busy with his long term girlfriend and life in general and I’ve been busy with my own man. Thinking back to our last ‘date’, our phones stayed buzzing and chiming as our significant others checked up on how dinner was going. They both knew our friendship is filled with love with a hint of sexual desire.   

Still lost in his embrace, I come to and release him.

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Me: You look good, Blue Eyes. You really do. Looking all grown up and stuff.

Him: You’re breath-taking, L. Simply breath-taking. 
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The man sure knew how to make me blush. I grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. Offering him a drink, I casually mentioned giving him a tour of my apartment later. I’m sure he made some sort of sexual comment but I was too lost in his ocean blue eyes; thus the nickname. 

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Him: *nervous chuckle* You’re making me blush.

Me: Huh? Wait what?
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I saw his eyes move to my thighs then back to my mouth. I had been squeezing my thighs together like my life depended on it while biting my lip, nearly drawing blood. I had forgotten the chemistry between us.

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Well I never forgot but it’s been a while since we’ve been alone together.

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Him: So…L…you know that I said I had something to tell you right?

Me: Yes…
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My mind zoomed into all the random possibilities. My thoughts were as innocent as him telling me he’s moving again to him telling me he’s dying. I started to sweat.

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Him: I’m engaged.
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I stared at him as a frog magically appeared in my throat. Out of all the possibilities that ran through my mind, the idea of him proposing to his girlfriend NEVER crossed my mind. I know that I’d turned him down on several occasions for us to re-do our one night together. After years of waiting, it didn’t go as planned and we both walked away wishing for another try. Our schedules never worked or I was seriously dating someone or the stars weren’t aligned right. Whatever it was, it just never happened and for whatever reason, I thought we’d always have a chance. We never really dated but there was always this deep spoken and unspoken love and admiration for each other. I’d even call him “My Blue Eyes" because…well…I always thought of him as mine. No woman would come between us and neither would a man. We didn’t have to speak each day but when we’d have our mini-dates, it was as if he were mine. I don’t even know why we never tried dating each other. I figured, as a white man, he just wasn’t that into all this caramel deliciousness as a date. I never understood our chemistry, our friendship, our attraction and how it just remained a friendship. And now this.

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Him: ….L….Lye….Lye N. Ess…hello?! Did you hear me?
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I was so lost in my thoughts that I was just staring at him with my eyes and mouth open. Clearing my throat and blinking rapidly to hold back the saline that was trying to come from my eyes, I muttered a congratulations and forced a smile. I BSed my way through questioning him on the details. He really seemed genuinely happy. I was proud of him and happy for him. I only hope he couldn’t see my jealousy.

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Me: So how about that tour?

Him: Aw yes, I’d love to!
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 We sat down our drinks as I took his hand and led him around my 800 square foot apartment. 

The Kitchen…where I fantasized him pushing me against the stove, bending me over, and devouring my pussy from behind. 

The Guest Bathroom…where I saw my face pressed against the mirror while he dipped his fingers into my sweetness and let me taste.

The Bedroom…where…

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Me: Here’s my room. Where no more magic between us can happen. *nervous giggle*

Him: *steps closer to me* C’mon L. Don’t be like that.

Me: I guess you won’t be my Blue Eyes anymore, huh?
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I look down. I couldn’t hide my emotions any longer. This man was so close that I could feel his warmth. I closed my eyes as a tear fell. He touched my chin and lifted my head.

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Him: I’ll always be your Blue Eyes.
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I got lost in those deep blues again….and kissed him. A bolt of electricity shot down my spine. They were as soft as I remembered and his breath, minty fresh. Our tongues danced in circles, embracing like long lost lovers. I pulled away. Searching his face for a reaction. Did he want me? Why did I throw myself at him? After all this time, I’m sure my timing looks bad. What is he thinking?

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Me: I…I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…and…well…
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 He took a deep sigh, as if to say something. Instead of words, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I melted in his arms as his gentle, yet firm embrace was exactly what I needed. Oh how I’ve missed our movie nights and cuddle sessions from back in the day. I needed this last hurrah. I wanted him to kiss me and fuck me like he loved me. I needed to express my long, deep love for him. 

The heat between us could have set the room on fire. We stumbled as he walked me backwards to the bed, still sampling my lips, tongue, and mouth. Getting to the bed, I expected him to throw me on the bed and fuck my brains out…instead, he gently laid me on my comforter. Finally departing from my lips, he looks me in the eyes as if to ask if I really want this. I looked back at him, not saying a word, asking him the same question. Never breaking eye contact, he moves to sweatpants. He traces the line where my waist and the waistband meet; my brain sends a signal to my pussy that the floodgates should be opened. Wishing he’d pull them down already, he traces the same line with his lips then his tongue. My breathing quickens.

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Him: *whispers* You know, I’ve always wondered what you taste like. Our previous session happened so quickly, I never got a chance to try it. May I?
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To Be Continued…

*purrs*

Lye N. Ess

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