Quickies

I shook my head, swallowing thickly, still seeing him, like a ghost, hovering over our bed. But I did. I pulled her familiar body into my arms and held on. She melted into me, like she always did, fitting perfectly in all the right places.

"This doesn't mean-" I started, brushing her hair off my cheeks. "I don't know what this means."

She nodded, and I could feel the edges of her pain flowing into mine, somehow, as if they were one thing. Love didn't stop, like turning off a light switch, as much as I willed it to.

"It doesn't matter…" she whispered. I could feel her tears wetting my shirt.

"Nothing matters, except you… Jim… I'm so…"

"Don't say it," I choked, lowering my head to hers, holding her a little too tight.

"Don't… just… don't…"

She didn't and I didn't and we didn't… we just sat, and rocked, and felt it, the love and the pain that ached like a raw wound between us. It was us. After all those years, there was no separating it anymore.

Do Not Ejaculate for 24 Hours!

What is it about something you can't have that makes you want it even more?

When we were in college, my future husband donated plasma every week. He did it primarily for the money (like most college kids, we were strapped for cash) but he really had a truly altruistic nature. He donated blood every six weeks, and that didn't pay a thing. When we found out about a sperm donation program in our area, he jumped at the chance. The pay was fantastic (I think it was like $50 a pop… ha, literally) and he liked the idea of helping someone have a child who couldn't.

The process wasn't as easy as donating plasma, though. He had to go through lots of screening, questionnaires and blood tests before he could even think about going into the back room with the plethora of porn and a little cup. Finally, all the details were taken care of and he was ready to donate. He'd left his instructions from the lab on the kitchen table and I stood there in my bare feet, shorts and a bra (it was hot that summer and we had no air conditioning) eating an apple and reading them.

They were pretty standard — where to go, what to expect, etc. But the thing that stood out to me in big, red flashing letters was: DO NOT EJACULATE FOR 24 HOURS

BEFORE YOUR APPOINTMENT. It was dinner time (hence the apple — I was starving and we didn't have much to eat in the house) and his appointment was early the next morning, before his first class. He was in the shower at the time — he took two showers a day when it was hot. Sometimes three.

When he came out, I was masturbating on the bed, my shorts down to my knees and my bra pulled up just over my nipples so every movement made the material brush them and send delicious twinges of sensation down to my aching clit. He stood there for a moment, watching and dripping water onto the carpet. I smiled when I saw the towel wrapped around his waist start to rise in front. I knew how hard it made him to watch me touch myself.

I know, I know… I'm such a bad girl! All I needed to see were the words "DO

NOT" and I immediately rebelled. Reverse psychology works on me every time! His towel dropped to the floor as he came near the bed, his eyes between my legs as I spread my lips to show him pink. He knelt between my thighs, his cock rising like an exclamation point. I reached for it, squeezing, pulling him toward my pussy.

He groaned as he looked down at me, spread wide for him. "You can't make me come."

"Bet me." I grinned, stroking him, pulling him closer.

"No, I mean, for my appointment in the morning." He seemed transfixed with the motion of my hands, one up and down his cock, the other rubbing my clit in little circles.

"They said I wasn't allowed to come."

"Not allowed?" I pouted, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my slit. I loved the head against my clit.

His eyes brightened. "But I can make you come."

"Can you fuck me?" I teased my hole with the head of him, lifting my hips, getting the tip wet with my juices.

He groaned and grabbed for my hips. I couldn't tell if it was because he wanted to slide into me or keep me from moving on him. "As long as I don't come."

"Can I suck you?" I sat up quickly, grabbing his hips so my mouth was on level with his cock, still wet from me.

He nodded. "As long as I don't come."

I slid my tongue around the tip, licking the taste of me off him. When I looked up into his eyes, half-closed as he watched me slowly suck the head, I knew he was a goner. "How long do you think you can hold out?"

"Oh fuck…" His hand went to my hair as I eased him into my mouth, all the way back, so deep I could see water droplets still glistening in his pubic hair and smell the clean scent of his soap.

"Let's find out…" I circled the base of him with my hand, squeezing on the uptake, easing the loose skin just to the tip and back down again, my tongue swirling around and around the head. It was a motion I knew he loved, one that made his nipples harden and his ass clench.