Lust

***WARNING*** This might be slightly graphic.

It's lust. I know it is. I spilled my guts to you, and all you could say was "Want to go to the back so we can sit together?" But when we're together, it's magic.

Just now, when we went to the field, I'm still shaky. I could feel your member pressing into my side as we lay at an angle of sorts. Your leg, bent a little at the knee, pressed against my sex as if it was your member. It felt wonderful. I can still feel your mouth at mine, traveling down my neck to my breasts. Do you know how close you were to my nipple? You kept asking if I was ok, and I sure was. You don't realize how much you affect me. You hand, trailing just underneath, or to the side of my breast. You wouldn't touch it until I told you it was alright, even though I'd told you before it was fine. The feeling of you kissing me while your hand grazed across my breasts was like something from a movie. Then you kissing one breast while your hand held the other felt unreal.

When it was time to go, I was clueless. I couldn't think. It took me awhile to be able to use my head, and even longer to get my legs working again. How did I walk from the car to the house? Was I floating? What are you doing to me?