Carie's Juice

"Hey," As soon as I picked up the phone, I could feel the upbeat tone of the caller's voice resonating through my eardrums.

"What are you up to, twat? Have you been missing your tard?" I poked fun at her while smiling at the corner of my mouth.

"Maybe. She responded with, "Wanna drop a little sugar on me?" and I could almost hear a grin in her voice. "Wanna throw a little sugar on me?"

I said, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be there right away," and I meant it.

Recently, Carie and I have been spending a lot of time sociaRoseing together. Nightlife activities such as clubbing, picking up new partners, and subjecting our bodies to general abuse while pulling all-nighters while consuming large quantities of alcohol. All of this culminates in circumstances in which you hastily dress yourself in the morning and rush out the door as soon as you possibly can.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, I finally made it inside Carie's rather expensive three bedroom apartment in the middle of the city. My attention was immediately drawn to the stunning lady in front of me who was wearing a white camisole and black booty shorts. Even though strands of her dark hair were falling down the side of her body and drawing my attention to her gorgeous skin, I instantly pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind.

"Hi Rose" murmured Carie leaning forward kissing me.

Her lips were just brushing against mine in the most softest way. That little action was all it took to send my mind hurtling down a dark rabbit hole of ideas. Fuck! It took every ounce of self-control I had not to reach out, grab her shoulders and pull her towards me, then kiss her so brutally as if every breath I drew relied on it. I wanted to reach out and grasp her shoulders and drag her towards me.

She delivered the meal, and while we were eating it, Carie would often lick her lips, which caught my sight and caused my girl parts to experience little jolts of excitement. I had the want to go in and get lost in her trembling lips that seemed to be moist.

Following dinner, we popped the cork on the second bottle of wine and got comfortable in front of the movie Dirty Dancing. We had a good time, filled with both laughter and quite a few tears.

My tears were streaming down my cheeks as Carie gently brushed my hair away from my eyes. She wiped my eyes with a tissue while keeping her face just a few centimeters away from mine.

It dawned on me instantly what it was that she was about to accomplish.

"Is she going to kiss me?" you asked. What do you mean, 'And I want her to kiss me?' I could not escape her presence; she held me captive.

She stepped closer to me, and at that point, I really wanted her to pick me up. It was time to start the dance of expectation in full swing.

While she was placing her hand on my knee, she said to me, "You have extremely lovely eyes." "It's lovely to be with you all by ourselves tonight," she said.

I was aware of the sensation of hunger being carried by the blood as it circulated throughout my body.

I was at the point where I wanted her to kiss me so that I could feel her smooth lips on mine. I wanted her to completely submerge herself in me and get absorbed in who I am. to take me to new locations that I had never visited before.

Carie took a stand

She inquired, "Another drink," and smiled.

I couldn't decide whether to be pleased or disappointed by the outcome.

'Yes. Please, say yes.

She entered the kitchen and filled up each of our cups as she did so. It provided me with some space to breathe. to ask oneself, "Are we really going to do this?" Due to the fact that I truly want to accomplish things, I have been missing Carie a great deal.

When Carie came back to the lounge, she gave me back my empty wine glass. I moved it over to the table that was next to me. Carie downed a considerable amount of her beverage.

Carie grinned and said, "So where were we?" 'Ah yeah. I was going to kiss you just then.'

Once again, I became paralyzed with fear. As she leaned in and kissed my lips, I felt like my heart would really stop beating. Because it was so supple and delicate, her tongue moved around in my mouth as her lips lingered around mine. While we were walking, her hand touched my face.

She let go of my face and sat down behind me. Looking right at the apples of my eyes. I could not escape; I was enthralled. I was hers, and she asked me, "Are you okay?" Her tone of speaking was kind and reassuring.

I managed a nod.

'More' is all I murmured.

She was kneeling between my legs when she slipped off the sofa and fell on the floor. I sat up. Once again, her lips met mine and we kissed. This time it was somewhat more rigid, although it was still quite smooth. When she kissed us, our tongues seemed to move to the rhythm of their own drum.

Her hands navigated their way to my breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze before her fingers slipped up under my hoodie and removed my breasts from their bra.

Her fingers coaxed me to pay attention by working on my nipples. softer than any guy had ever been in the position to touch me. She induced an ever-increasing desire for her touch in me with each passing second. Her kiss went all the way up to my neck before coming full circle and landing once more on my lips.