come and kiss me

!!WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!

*Try to maintain your friendship with Stanley, I

prefer him to some of your friends,* Sandra remarked.

*What's so special about him, Sandra?* Billy

snapped.

*Nothing really!* Sandra replied.

*Don't make me think that you are already falling

in love with him.*

*Billy! Stanley has everything it takes for a girl to

fall in love with him. Good looks, wealth and decency

but love just doesn't go that way. Love is the magic

that occurs between two people for no good reason....

just happens before you know it,* Sandra said as she

swallowed the last millilitre of the drink.

*And do I lack these qualities you find so endearing

in Stanley?* Billy muttered, his eyes not leaving her

face for he was expecting the cocaine to take effect at

any minute.

*You have everything and much more. A self made

man is the real man,* she replied.

*Thank you,* Billy smiled.

*Come and kiss me Bill Goatee,* Sandra slurred

through her drooping eyelids.

Billy did not wait. He dropped his bottle and moved

towards where she sat on the bed. His hands slipped under her blouse and his fingers traced their course to

the underneath of her brassiere, and then squeezed her

nipples until she winced in erotic pleasure. In her

delusion state, she became tactless and her manners

were devoid of the normal feminine shyness. She turned

to face Billy. Her rapid breath was all over his face,

fanning him with a warm moisty aroma of her throat

before her lips captured his in a fierce kiss that almost

snuffed the breath out of them. At this moment, Billy

only knew passion. Sucking Sandra's oral cavity only,

had accelerated his heartbeats to a point that its

contraction and dilation ached in his breast. In his

ecstasy, he thought that he could murder Stanley or

anyone who threatened to take his Sandra away from

him. For Billy, love was bliss, love was life, love was

Sandra and Sandra was love.

He was now fidgeting with her tunic, trying to pull

the fabric off her body. She giggled at his frantic

desperation.

*What do you want there?* she slurred huskily, the

effects of the drugs taking a greater toll on her with

every passing minute.

*Sandy baby, don't stop me,* he whispered huskily.

*I'm not sure you love me,* she said thickly, her

eyes dilating.

*Of course I do, baby. I do,* he reassured her.

She muttered something guttural against his lips as shepushed his hands away from her belly, flipping off the

tunic to reveal a figure-shaping cross-over front

brassiere, with nylon-lined lacy cups. He scrutinized

her bosom barely concealed in the white fabric adoringly.

He thought that she was really endowed for a girl of

eighteen. Dear Lord, he thought, the females were a

perfect creation for man, for how could any healthy

male resist those two tender balls of flesh packed in the

lacy cups!

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