Definitely,maybe

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I stared down at the naked woman sleeping next to me, noting the way her long dark hair fanned out across her pillow like someone had spilled a pot of black grape-juice, and told myself this would be the day, this would finally be the day that  I left  her.

Her  bare  shoulder  peeked  out  from  the under  the  covers  and  I mentally  connected  her  freckles like dots, imagining I was doing it with my finger instead.

Maneka was so beautiful when  she  slept.   Well,  she  was beautiful all the time, but there  was  something  about  the way  she  looked  when  she  was  sleeping  that  was particularly beautiful, an innocence about her, maybe, that made her look almost, well, blemish-less.   That was no  small feat considering that just the night before she had downed six cans of beer and begging for more.   Somehow,  in spite  of that,  she  still looked innocent when she slept.

If only I still loved her.

Maneka  twitched  in  her  sleep,  shifting  under  the bed-covers  with a little sigh.   This  would  have  been  the perfect  time.   I  could  just  slip  out  of  bed,  stuff  some clothes into a suitcase and be gone before she was  ever the wiser.  But I thought that yesterday morning, and the morning before that, and the morning before that one, and always I found some excuse to stay.  It was raining, and I didn't want to drive amidst the chaotic traffic.  Or it was sunny and I didn't want to waste a beautiful day hitting up friends for a room to crash in.  There was always some reason  that day couldn't be the day.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to the back of her neck,  kissing  her  gently.   Maneka  moaned  softly,  stirring under the blankets, pushing her naked body back against mine as if by instinct.  Her firm, round ass slipped into the hollow  between  my  legs,  fitting  there  perfectly,  snug against  my  maleness.   I  purred  against  her  neck.   As  I nibbled  her  skin  I  slid  my  hand  over  her  hips,  easing around her to cup a breast,  kneading  it with heel of  my palm,  using  my thumb  to  stroke  her  nipple,  teasing  the plump little nub firm.  She pushed back against me even harder, grinding her butt against my very hard staff, and still, even as I coated  her  ass  with my juices,  I thought,  this would be the day I finally left her, left Maneka.

I let go of her breast and slid my hand down her soft little round  belly,  reaching  between  her  legs,  easing  my fingers down the length of her furrow.  Maneka moaned  in answer, arching her hips at me, wordlessly begging for it, begging  for  my touch.   I rubbed  her  cuntlips,  tenderly, feeling the slickness of her coating my fingers, her  folds swollen with desire, hot and wet and wanting me.  Then Maneka parted her thighs a little and I slid into her, dipped my finger into her wet flesh and wiggled it.  She called this frigging, said she liked to be frigged, and I did, I frigged her, swirled my finger around inside her like I was stirring the  juices  simmering  in  her  pussy.   Maneka  whimpered softly, the way she did when she wanted to come, like a trapped little puppy wanting  to  be  let of  a locked  room when company was over.  I dragged my finger over  her clit, stroking the hard little pebble, rubbing it, tracing the shape of it with the tip of my finger.  Her breaths came in shallow,  ragged  gasps  then  she  started  to  hiccup  like  a frightened child, and I knew she was almost there, that she was  going  to  come  for  me.   I  rubbed  her  clit  a  little harder,  a  little  faster,  feeling  it  throbbing  under  my fingertip, pulsing wildly, out of control, and as her body shuddered  in climax  I thought  about  the  suitcase  in  the closet, just waiting to be packed.

As the last tremors of climax faded I kissed the back of her neck  again,  tasting  the  saltiness  of  her  skin.   Maneka purred and snuggled back against me, pressing her body even tighter against mine.  I kept my arm around her waist and her hands moved under the blankets  to  cover  mine, trap it, hold it against her belly.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Mm," Maneka murmured, "A very good morning.That was nice."

I nuzzled my face in her black curls, breathing in the scent  of  her  expensive  salon  shampoo,  knowing  that  it wouldn't be the day after all, that I wasn't going to leave her, that I couldn't leave her today of all days.

"Happy birthday," I whispered.

I wondered again if I had to leave her really because I wanted to. Or because I had to. Maneka and I would never work out. All our nights of passion, and on not a single one did I dare enter her. We were first cousins after all.

Tomorrow I would run out reasons not to go. Definitely.

Maybe.

The End

Author's note: Trying something new and totally unfamiliar is a very intimidating task. :-D I almost wet my pants while writing this out, and no, not the fun-kinda wetting. Till now, my stories had been relatively 'clean', restricting themselves to a little bit of cussing here and there. But, this story just went over-board, treading dangerous territory.:-P Anyway, hopefully, you guys had fun reading this. Do tell me what you thought. Adios!