Friday, July 10, 2009

The nature of love.

Bec knows that David is watching her and for a moment the idea of this gives her pause. She pulls back from this new embrace, she feels the slick gloss of spit onher lips, knows that the lipstick she applied for fun will be smudged but perhaps that in itself is sexy. She looks towwards him. He is sitting on the edge of the couch and yes, he is watching her. Some men like to see women kissing. She has already removed the girl's tiny breasts from the scrap of lace that was holding them. THey are like little pillows of nothing on her chest but the nipples are huge and rock hard and he could be looking at the girl's nipples but David's eyes never leave her face.

Bec pulls her face into an amused frown. Perhaps he has been studying her kissing technique. She remembers David's kisses, big sloppy things that engulfed her whole face at times. The over-zealous enthusiasm of a puppy. Bad kisser. Good intentions. She is remembering this when he opens his mouth and forms silent precise words with his lips.

I LOVE YOU.

And again.

I LOVE YOU.

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