Seven Minutes in Heaven

He opens the door to his small closet, pushes the clothes on hangers to the sides, lightly kicks a couple pairs of running shoes into his room, and works to make enough room for the both of us. I truly look at him for a moment: he is wearing only pajama shorts and I can see that our teenage years have been much kinder to him. His dark skin occasionally bulges from the subtle but firm muscles earned by a dedicated running. He is slim from it, but not slender like me. I look in the mirror and see the contrast of me. I am easily eight inches shorter and dressed like this: I look like some pale innocent teen girl from a Russian porn site. I hear a sigh of triumph and turn back to meet his eyes. He bows slightly and gives a grand gesture for me to enter. Ladies first I suppose.

I slide into the small closet with my back against the side wall and my knees start to shake a little. He closes the door as he steps in facing me. Darkness: it is in this small safe place I feel my femininity grow and mature. I realize I am trembling from anticipation and not out of fear. I feel comfort in my own skin, budding confidence, and a deep need. "So, where is my slice of heaven?" The words barely escape as he engulfs me in his arms, pushes me against the wall, and puts his lips to mine. This isn't like the gentle awkward kisses of the past, but rather a burst of passion. While our tongues slide and taste each other, I feel his left hand groping my bottom. His right hand is gently squeezing my chest and a moan escapes from me and from our locked lips. Time slows and I finally feel the real meaning of the word lust. I start moaning more than kissing and he moves from my lips to my chest. Somehow his right hand exposed a nipple and he starts to suck on it through the body stocking. He starts off gently, but I breathlessly whisper "harder, harder, harder." As he roughly sucks at my chest, he puts his hand up to my lips and a couple fingers slide knuckle deep into my mouth. I suck at them eagerly. My mind has something else to focus on and I work my tongue through his fingers. Time stops.