Her arms around me.

We met again today. She wasn't having a great day, but she still made time for me, and plenty of it.

She has this sort of "friend" she's known for a while who stalks her - there isn't a better way to put it - and he gives her a hard time about me, and she is afraid of him. I told her if she told me to go away I would. She asked if that was really all she had to do, and I said yes. She paused, looked even more deeply into my eyes, and told me she wasn't going to say it.

And looking at me her problems seemed to melt a little, and her wonderful smile and oh so luscious eyes looked right into mine. Her desire, and my desire, are so evident, and everyone else just melts away when we are together. She looked right into my eyes and told me she wanted me more than anything right now. I couldn't help but glow.

She wants me. As much as I want her. She says she knows we'll sleep together sometime. But I'm happy taking it slow. She's worth it. I just wish I could find a way to help her with this guy.

Afterward I stopped by her house to drop off a couple of books, and to borrow a couple. She was listening to classical music, and we talked for a while. When I went to leave she pulled me close, put her arms around me, and hugged me. Tight. Then tighter. Our hands began to roam, and we began to grind against each other.

I can't recall anything ever feeling so nice. Her hands on me. My hands on her. My lips on her neck. She is adorable, and I love to see her, be near her, and certainly to touch her.

There is nothing as nice as being wanted by her. And I'm happy to return the favor.