I was alone in my bed last night thinking about you. It was so many years ago, yet, it seemed only a few months ago. The feelings of you standing beside me, in front of me, behind me, above me, all seem so vivid. How did everything begin?… As I recall, it was my doing… You were there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what made me start, just friendly comfort, I guess, but I started to caresss my back, feeling the shape of you through the silky material of your nightgown. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensual feelings of being rubbed. Gradually, I pushed my fingers a little further around your life, feeling the curves of your belly. It’s clear you couldn’t decide if you wanted me to keep going like you’ve become, and even get away from me. I persisted, quietly, gently, and gradually gave in and relaxed, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I began to draw a line down your leg, feeling the change in the texture from satin to meat and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip caught between my teeth, I started the trip back on the leg, giving space to move the shoulder on the bed, so you were now lying looking at me propped on a elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn’t bang. Your lips were wet. At first you did not respond, except to lie there passively but very gradually, as I gently kissed, you began to kiss me, your lips separating slightly to allow me to start exploring with my language. I didn’t want to break the spell we created, I didn’t want to scare you back, so I went back to rub your stomach through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the profile of your heavy breasts. You have the most beautiful body, very thin with big breasts that I could bury my face and drowned, with the utmost pleasure. You started moving back under my hand, enjoying the sensations aroused in you. I felt the profile of your nipples, erected, now, and as I moved from one to another, tracing a line around them, you gave a little lean pleasure. I kissed you once again, this time with more definition, and there was no response error now. You were having fun, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue trying my mouth, tasting me, our tongues caressing each other.