Today’s assignment was to write about the taste of happiness and read it out to the class tomorrow. But as I stared at the whiteboard to the tune of a strip light’s hum, all I could think about was you.
I can’t share that. Can I? It’s not that I’m embarrassed about us. But. To share it. In front of the class.
I can’t. Can I?
It was the first time we’d been out. Remember? To the pictures. Mid September. Start of term.
I’d spent the whole film. Every single one of its ninety minutes thinking about kissing you. And whilst blinking in the light outside you asked me what I thought about the film and I kissed you.
I hope you remember that bit.
I admitted then. That I’d kissed you because I couldn’t answer and you pretended to huff. But you had a little grin. So I felt OK. And we’d laughed, then went back to your place. Grown up somehow and practically palatial compared to my shared student house.
Later.
On your floor.
I made a sticky mess on your leg as we kissed naked. And I licked it slowly off your smooth, salted caramel skin with a big flat tongue.
And that.
That was the taste of happiness.
Can I tell the class that? I think I’ll share the story but maybe not tell them it’s you, the tutor, that makes the tug from my cunt almost unbearable when your lips touch mine.
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Nina you can make a sticky mess on my leg anytime in fact any where on my body would be good.
How you describe everything in detail in such a short time is brilliant
W????W
Loved how the intensity of the story suddenly increased right at the end. How the pacing ratcheted up to reflect the rawness of their desire. Brilliant xx
Completely agree with Amy... I think i should join her too in bowing to you and such greatness as this! I hope she allows me!
Amy my love, the sweet aftertaste of your lips lingering on mine from just one kiss from you would inspire me to write a whole book for the assignment. I would tell the whole world of the taste of happiness not jut a class full of people
xoxoxoSWx
Oh my God Nina, please forgive me I replied to a story from Amy Turner ust before reading this. I feel so stupid for what I did.
Please accept my apology and a big giant Mwah from me and the Hod Dog that you excite so much all the time.
How I love being a tutor, thinking about how, in my position, I would so love being with you from the wet position that you so pleasantly describe here in this short little mouth watering piece!
Ditto to what Amy said. Love your stuff!
Amy F. Turner