Sunday Post "Autumn Wind"

Nick watched Chloe as she danced with Kyra. His feelings were suddenly so over whelming for her. He sat up and watched every move she made. The way the dress moved with her as she swung her hips to the music. He found he wanted to be that dress, covering her body absorbing the tantalizing sweat as it soaked the fabric and clung to her skin. “How is it that beautiful angel is mine?” He said sitting back wondering how she was married to him.

“I ask myself that every day.” Kevin laughed.

“I’m serious. Isn't she the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen? And she is mine. How did I get so lucky?” The drug was bringing out so many emotions in him.

All Kevin could do was laugh. The first time he had taken X he had said that about Kyra. He watched Kyra now too, knowing that tonight she would give his body a work out.

When the girls returned, Kyra handed Chloe a bottle of water. She took it and tried not to guzzle it down. It was as if she couldn't get enough. It tasted so sweet and tingly against the sandpaper that had become her tongue. Try as she might to not waste any of its liquid; she found that it ran down her chin running between her breasts to add to the moisture that had already started to soak her dress. As each drop of water descended, it sent a vibration down her body as it ran its course bring her body to full arousal.

Nick took the bottle from her and pulled her onto his lap. His tongue rippled down her throat sucking at any of the reaming liquid that was left. He found her lips and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth in the hope of tasting the waters sweetness on her lips. He had no control over his body, he wanted her badly, he needed to feel the silkiness of her skin against his. “I need you now” He said breathlessly.

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Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"

     His teacher handed him a bag. “You can't graduate with out it. I'm going to go to my office, put this on and then we'll go surprise your fokes.”

    Once she left, Nate stood there in shock. He slowly took the stuff out of the bag and looked at the maroon gown. “Hey, this is the quietest I've seen you.” I smiled taking it from him.

    “It's kind of a surreal moment. There was a time, I was told I wouldn't be able to see this day. Now, I'm standing here, trying to figure out how I made it this far. What this day means to me and my parents, its just amazing that it's finally here.” He tried to explain.

    I helped him put on the gown and then fixed his collar over the edge. I smoothed it down and looked at him. “Then your a miracle, and I know how hard you worked to get to here. Enjoy it for what it is, don't think about what you were told. You proved them wrong.”

    He put on the cap and then started playing with the tassel. I couldn't help but laugh at him, when he pulled me close. “I'm glad your here with me. It means a lot.” He kissed my nose.

    “I'm glad you wanted me here. You look good.” I hugged him and then his teacher came back.

Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"

I sat and waited for the next bus. I didn't care where it was going, I would get home eventually. I fought to keep from crying. Why I wanted to cry, I didn't know. I was just so mad that he was acting like this. I wiped a stray tear that had escaped and sniffed back in case there were anymore threatening to make their way down. Could he not see how much I cared about him? The more I thought about how he had reacted to seeing me there, the more it upset me. Had I been wrong? Should I have just gone down the shore with my friends and left him here?

I had been staring off into traffic when someone sat next to me. I moved over in the set, giving this person more room and not even bothering to look at them, because frankly, I didn't want them to see me crying like a blubbering idiot.

“It's may be like this a lot. There are days I seriously just want to do nothing but rest. It's been almost two years now, and I'm still trying to figure it all out. The thing is, I like you a lot Annie, and I don't ever want you to resent me for feeling like this sometimes.” His was so soft spoken in his words, almost feeling guilty for being sick like he was.

I couldn't look at him. I didn't want him to see I had been crying over this. “Do you not understand that I care about you so much that it doesn't matter to me if I'm going to miss out on things.”

He took my hand and squeezed it a little. “I do understand. I'm really touched that you stayed behind for me. I don't know why I snapped at you like that, the only thing I can say is my sugar is low and I'm moody. Annie, look at me.” He touched my cheek so I would look him in the eyes. Seeing the tears that were wallowing there, he pulled me into his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and held on to him. “I was just worried about you. I didn't want you to be alone.”

“Well, I'm not alone, now. I got my girl with me. I'm sorry I flip out. It means a lot that you did this. I didn't eat and I'm still feeling kind bad, so do you want to come back with me? Or should I take you home?” He was rubbing my back and talking close to my ear.

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