Juxta position

We were talking about River's period. How it still bugs her and pushes her comfort zone doing it with the goo, but how it helps that I don't mind at all. It's a very girly thing that happens and I like her girlness.

Today is the last day. She wears panties to bed. "Does that mean we're not on for tonight?" I told her earlier I'm hoping, but not expecting. "Not necessarily." I laugh. What does that mean? That she'd give in if I pushed? That's not what I want tonight. "Maybe something sweet." That surprises me. I snuggle against her with her legs crossed over mine. "That's what I was thinking. Starting like this." A warm snuggly start. I rub my fingers across her breasts. We kiss. She takes her panties off. "Should we put a towel down?" "We don't need to."

Pre-sleep

Three days again. I don't remember much. Pushing in deep in jackknife. Then the extra half inch, a couple times, each time suddenly feeling her cervix next to my cock and pressing against River's tender uterus until I have to back off. An intense orgasm.

Now I remember more. Starting by feeling River's bush under the covers, slowly slipping my fingers down beside her lips, her legs parted for me, still feeling her tantalizing bush hairs, onto her lips, feel their fleshiness, up to the firmness of her clitoris within the folds of her labia.

A bohemian artist

"I'll be in and out for a while." That's what I tell the people at work while we have an afternoon tryst. "Doesn't this seem strange?" "Yes, but that's no reason not to enjoy it." "I feel like I'm having an affair." "Cool." "Have I come to your house, or have you come to my house?" "You've come to your bohemian artist's studio. Your lover's studio." "How many other people visit you?" "I don't kiss and tell." I hope it's not sloppy.

We take our clothes off. She kneels on the bed, I sit, my face against her chest, her nipple exciting me, my hand on her smooth butt. I kneel with her. We kiss. I stroke my cock to get ready for her. Look down her body to her bush, her womanhood, waiting willingly for me to violate it. We feel each other. She falls onto the bed and spreads for me. "River doesn't like it so much when I lick her. I bet you would." "Yes." "Would you like me to?" "We don't have enough time for that and a nice fuck." Good point.