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Losing It
Anna has been best friends with Trent for as long as she can remember. When an accidental touch during a game of basketball sparks a fire inside her, she begins to question her feelings for him - a question he answers with a kiss. Will a summer romance ruin their friendship? And is that all their feelings will amount to?
This is a short erotic story just under 6,000 words. It contains graphic descriptions of sex.
... I stepped toward him and reached out to offer the shirt to him at the same time that he stepped forward into me, and we collided again, just as clumsy as before, only this time it was was me who took the hit. He recoiled just in time for my tank top to only be spattered by his beer rather than doused by it, although that did little to lessen the shock of its frigidity soaking through to my skin.
I gasped, jumped back, and looked down at myself. The stain was huge and centered right along my bust line so that the color of my bra was completely visible through the thin material. Worse than that, my cleavage had been caught in the splash zone. My flesh was shimmering where foamy puffs of froth dripped down between my swells.
I looked up at Trent, but his gaze was settled on a point much lower than my eyes – two points, to be exact. I blushed.
“I should put my shirt in the wash with yours, I guess,” I said, laying his replacement across the back of a kitchen chair.
“Good idea,” Trent murmured. He set his beer on the counter and stepped forward. “Here, let me help you.”
His fingers slid up under the hem of my tank top, tantalizingly close to my quivering stomach, and he rolled the fabric up over my body before I could even think to stop him – not that I wanted to. My mouth opened to say something – I’m still not sure what – but caught on the neckline of my tank top as Trent pulled it up past my chin, letting it catch on the bridge of my nose. Blinded, my arms lifted and crossed above my head, I felt his thumb make contact with my cheekbone and gasped as if he’d struck me, but his touch brought stars of a different kind before my eyes.
“Anna,” he said, his voice barely above the level of a whisper. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
My heart fluttered, then stopped. “Why?”
Trent’s thumb dropped down from my cheek to trace the curvature of my jaw bone. “Because I’ve always wanted to,” he breathed against my face.
I tilted my head instinctively. The feeling was mutual. ...
This is a short erotic story just under 6,000 words. It contains graphic descriptions of sex.
... I stepped toward him and reached out to offer the shirt to him at the same time that he stepped forward into me, and we collided again, just as clumsy as before, only this time it was was me who took the hit. He recoiled just in time for my tank top to only be spattered by his beer rather than doused by it, although that did little to lessen the shock of its frigidity soaking through to my skin.
I gasped, jumped back, and looked down at myself. The stain was huge and centered right along my bust line so that the color of my bra was completely visible through the thin material. Worse than that, my cleavage had been caught in the splash zone. My flesh was shimmering where foamy puffs of froth dripped down between my swells.
I looked up at Trent, but his gaze was settled on a point much lower than my eyes – two points, to be exact. I blushed.
“I should put my shirt in the wash with yours, I guess,” I said, laying his replacement across the back of a kitchen chair.
“Good idea,” Trent murmured. He set his beer on the counter and stepped forward. “Here, let me help you.”
His fingers slid up under the hem of my tank top, tantalizingly close to my quivering stomach, and he rolled the fabric up over my body before I could even think to stop him – not that I wanted to. My mouth opened to say something – I’m still not sure what – but caught on the neckline of my tank top as Trent pulled it up past my chin, letting it catch on the bridge of my nose. Blinded, my arms lifted and crossed above my head, I felt his thumb make contact with my cheekbone and gasped as if he’d struck me, but his touch brought stars of a different kind before my eyes.
“Anna,” he said, his voice barely above the level of a whisper. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
My heart fluttered, then stopped. “Why?”
Trent’s thumb dropped down from my cheek to trace the curvature of my jaw bone. “Because I’ve always wanted to,” he breathed against my face.
I tilted my head instinctively. The feeling was mutual. ...
21 pages, ebook
First published November 25, 2013
About the author
Nora Nix
41 books14 followersNora Nix is a young author with a passion for passion. She enjoys love stories just as much as she enjoys lust stories and writes both. Other genres that interest her include fantasy, science fiction, dystopian worlds, post-apocalyptic epics, and good old adventure tales.
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