Archive-name: SpecMome/birthday.txt
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Archive-title: Birthday


    The rain falls gently on the window pane, and you sigh.  
Each droplet makes a trail of water as it runs down the glass.  
The dark, grey sky clouds your thoughts as well as the light, 
and you leans on your hands on the windowsill. Your boyfriend 
promised you a nice, quiet, secluded picnic, and now nature has 
made its own plans, and it doesnt include your happiness.  Once 
more, you sigh.
    Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and you open it to 
find your boyfriend there, flanked by his roommate and best 
friend, both of whom are comically attired in white dinner 
jackets, bow ties, and white silk towels draped over their arms.  
You wave them in, and immediately the two friends enter the 
room, and clear a space on the floor.
    One of them disappears outside the door again, and 
brings in a beige blanket, and a blue one.  Your boyfriend comes 
in a wraps his arm around your waist, and explains, "I couldnt 
find a red checkered one."  He shrugs, and you laugh.  You 
toussle his hair, and give him a kiss on the cheek.  He turns to 
you, and says , "Happy Birthday."
    You lean forward on your toes to give him a kiss.  Your 
lips touch his, and the feeling of his flesh gives you a feeling 
that you haven't felt in a long time, one of comfort, safety, and a 
little bit of desire.  A crack of thunder awakens you to the 
weather outside, and you think about how glad you are to be 
inside at this moment.
    A white sleeve brushes against you as your boyfriend's 
best friend sweeps by to place the silverware in place around 
the paper plates (what's a picnic without paper plates, your 
boyfriend explains), and you laugh at the sight.  He hugs you 
tighter, and you squeeze him back.
    His roommate steps in, brandishing two silver candlesticks, and white
candles.  Placing them in the center of the blankets, he stands 
up, and holds his hand out to the best friend. 
    "What?"  he asks.
    "Matches,"  the roommate responds.
    "What about them?"  With that, you laugh out loud at 
these two friends as they argue.  You bury your head into your 
boyfriends arm, as he slaps his forehead.
    "Where are they?"
    "Didnt you bring them?"
    "Of course I didnt bring them.  YOU were supposed to 
bring them."
    "I wasnt supposed to bring them."
    "Well neither was I."
    You are laughing hysterically now, because the look on 
their faces is so comical, you just can't help it.  Your boyfriend is 
shaking his head back and forth, muttering something about 
getting good help these days...
    Suddenly, one of them says, "Wait a minute."  He fishes 
into his pockets and pulls out a bic lighter.  He looks at the 
other, who shrugs.  With a great flair, he flicked the lighter on, 
and reached down to the candle.  Just before it was about to 
light, it went out.  Soon, there he was, bent over, flicking the 
flywheel desperately trying to get it to light.  You are laughing 
so hard that you can barely see.
    The other says, "Gimme that." and attempts to light the 
candle, but also has trouble.  You are gasping for breath, 
laughing as you see both of them, their white dinner jackets 
falling over their heads as they try valiantly to light the candle.   
After several tries, it lights, and they striaghten up, trying to 
look as if nothing had gone wrong.
    One of them places a pillow at one of the place settings, 
and with a flourish ushers you to your seat.  The other does the 
same with your boyfriend, and he sits.  Then, they bring in a 
small musical keyboard, and a small picnic basket, and a plastic 
bucket filled with ice and a bottle of white wine. Your boyfriend 
noties you eyeing the plastic bucket, and explains, "Limited 
finances."  You smile to tell him that he has nothing to worry 
about.
    The two friends stand in the doorway, bow very deeply, 
then exit, and close the door behind them.  You laugh, and tell 
him, "They're sweet."  He smiles.
    He pulls the keyboard on to his lap, and he is about to 
speak, when a clap of thunder interrupts him.  It is a long, 
rolling thunder, and he waits patiently for it to end.  He turns 
on the keyboard, and starts diddling on the keys.  You know 
that he is a very good player, and the small keyboard doesnt do 
his talent justice.
    "I wrote this song for you."
    And he began to play.  The music, even though it was 
coming from a small four inch speaker made no difference, was 
flowing with harmony, and the rythm was in perfect sync with 
the rainstorm outside.  The rain on the glass provided a bass 
that the keyboard couldn't provide.  Then, he opened his mouth, 
and began to sing. His voice carried over the rain, the keyboard, 
and into your soul.  His words melted your heart, and touched 
the deepest recesses of your mind and soul. When the chorus, a 
soulful melodic piece, played you closed your eyes, and felt his 
emotion touch you.
    In your mind, you created images of a flowery pasture, 
with you and he lying down.  He sang of kissing you, and you 
could almost feel his lips pressing against you.  His words 
caressed you as his hands would; gently, carefully, lovingly.  
You could feel his skin next to yours, and your legs started to 
get weak, even though you were already sitting down.
    As the song wound to a close, you opened your eyes, and 
watched him as he stayed lost in the song.  You crawled over to 
him, and brushed the hair out of his eyes.  He looked up, and 
gazed into your eyes.  His brown eyes flickered in the 
candlelight.  The rain continued to pour, and feeling inside of 
both of you grew to an apex.  You closed your eyes, and leaned 
into him.  With one hand, he turned off the keyboard, pushed it 
aside, and with the other, he reached for you.
    The kiss was ages in coming.  His lips just brushed the 
flesh of yours, and promised of better things to come.  His arms 
snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.  Once 
again, you find yourself exploring the familiar crevaces of his 
mouth, the smooth texture of his toungue with yours, and the 
feeling of fulfillment in your chest when his comes next to 
yours.  The desire becomes overbearing, and you reach for the 
hem of his shirt, and in one swift motion, pull it over his head.
    You trace your fingernails over his chest, and he intakes a 
long breath. More and more, you want him to do the same.  He 
doesnt need any prodding, as he soon has your shirt in his 
hands. Soon, your shirt and bra are on the bed, and he is kissing 
your breasts.  You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses 
and sucks on your nipples.  Your breath becomes more and 
more labored, as does his.  Your hands run up and down the 
length of his back, just like he likes it. Your hands fall under the 
waistband of his jeans, and you massage his behind.
    He comes up to kiss you, and with his hands, he reaches 
between you, and undoes your fly.  At the same time, you do 
the same.  The zippers come down at exactly the same time as a 
thunderous crash outside the window, startles you both.  He 
raises his eyebrows, and looks at you with a curious look.  You 
smile, and he smiles back.
    Not long after, both of you are fully naked and next to 
each other.  He feels so good next to you, that you wish that you 
could just lie next to him forever.  However, another part of you 
wants more of him, and that desire needs to be fulfilled.  As he 
kisses your neck, you trace the contours of his body, down his 
back, down his ass, down his hips, and around, until you feel his 
hardness.  You take him, and place him against you, and push 
him in.  The first burning of him soon goes away, and you 
werent totally sure that it just wasnt extreme pleasure of 
feeling him inside you.
    As he slowly moves inside of you, he looks into your 
eyes.  The candlelight gleams off of his eyes into yours, and his 
smile captures all of the feeling that you share.  Suddenly, you 
can help it; you are filled with a feeling that you cant explain, 
but it makes you want to pull him closer and closer to you, 
almost as if you wanted to merge with his entire being.  You 
grab him, and pull him close in an embrace.  He embraces you 
back, and you feel the strength in his arms, and you think about 
how big and strong he is, and how you feel so small next to him 
all of a sudden, and yet at the same time he is as soft and gentle 
as a teddy bear.
    Inside of you, you can feel him, and the magic that he is 
working on you. His spell lifts you to that pasture once more, 
and your mind floats.  You lean your head way back, as if you 
need to capture as much air as you can.  He bows his head 
down, and kisses the skin that covers your breastbone. He 
knows that you love to be kissed there, and you smile thinking 
that he remembered.
   Your hips have a mind of their own, however, and they begin 
to react to his motions, even though you want the feeling to last 
longer.  He begins to thrust harder, meeting yours with his own.  
Your own rising feeling takes over your entire body, and you 
begin to call out his name with every quivering sensation you 
feel.  The rushing of the rain outside mixes in with the rushing 
you hear inside your head, and as you climax you hug him 
closer into you.
    Slowly, control returns, and you feel a tingling sensation 
inside of you, and you know that he has come too.  You smile, 
secure in the notion that you can have him next to you, close to 
your heart, forever.

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