Waiting for Purple

The sweat on her arm that clasped Brad's athletic back glistened in the moon. He kissed her softly on her temple, before moving to her artistic ear. He nibbled on her ear softly, tracing soft circles on her breasts, as she reciprocated by making invisible scratch marks on his back.

Reaching out to the nearby night lamp, she turned the dim-lights on. Snuggling back into her comfort spot, beneath him, she gave him a very satisfied naughty look. Brad felt her heartbeat, which was racing a while ago, was beginning to return to normal. Their bodies had a magical connection, something that he had never had with any other girl. He hoped the night to go on forever.

She felt very happy that she had decided to be with him that night. As she looked at the moonlight seeping through her window, romantically she wished the night never to end. She leaned ahead from the resting pillow and planted a kiss, square on his lips, "I am so happy tonight." She moved her arms up his back, locking them around his neck, and pulled him closer to her.

Brad combed her hair using his fingers, kissing her forehead softly. He wondered whether her neighbors were disturbed by the wild love-making sounds. She sounded so sexy, he thought. Her moans were still echoing in his head.

She could feel him regaining his strength again, and she smiled, and raised a mischievious eyebrow. An hour back, they were passionately kissing outside her front door. If it hadn't been for him, she would have had him right there on the stairs. She thought about this as she smiled, ruffling his hair. "Smoke? Coffee?", she offered, tracing her tongue over his lips.

Brad mocked a tongue fight with her as he agreed to the coffee, and rolled over. She wrapped her torso in bedsheet covers, and rolled on to his back, lying on him, arousing him by her touch, and before he could grab her, she laughed and got off the bed.

It was in the cab he had made the snap decision to kiss her on the nape, as she was fumbling to fetch something out of her purse. The kissing stopped only when he regained his senses to tell her that they should probably go inside her house. The girl had kicked off her shoes onto the porch, all set to get it going right there.

He smiled, as he slipped on his boxers to join her in the kitchen.

"Am I glad or what I met you?", he nudged into her, hugging her from behind. She could feel him attempting to get the bedsheet covers off her body, but they were firmly tied into a knot. "Sugar?", she inquired, twitching her head as he kissed her between the nape and the shoulder. She decided to undo the knot herself.

As they stood besides each other by the window, trying to catch their breath again, she quipped,"That was good caffeine, I must say." Exhaling a stream of smoke, he smiled as he accepted the compliment. She chuckled as she noticed a slight blush.

The friends were the last to bid adieu to everybody at the wedding. The bride had cried inconsolably, but then she had to leave, the wedding was over. Brad had offered to drop his dance partner home; this was one terrific girl he had to meet up with again.

"So what real plans for tomorrow?", he asked her, putting an arm around her waist.

She had looked at him as he was supporting the bride, she also thought she had seen a glimmer of a silent tear in his eyes, as he hugged the bride good-bye. She had hoped he would ask her out again; she would have definitely not wanted to lose out on her dance partner!

"Well, it depends on what your plans are?", she blew her smoke his way.

The acrid smoke hurt his eyes, as they waited on the sidewalk, hailing a cab. She had lit a cigarette up, without even offering one. He had quit sometime back, but the urge to smoke one now was considerable. "I gather, you don't smoke, right?", she had asked. "Sometimes...", he lied, lighting up his first cigarette in several weeks.

"The last one week was fun, wasn't it?", the bride's best friend had said as they walked to the nearest coffee store to kill time until a cabbie stopped by. There were none in sight. She had to agree with him. It sure was fun. She had gotten introduced to him, hadn't she?

"Well, if you can survive without food, we could stay in this room up until tomorrow evening!", he said as he tightened his hug around her. She could go without food, she thought.

"So what plans for the weekend now that the wedding is over?", he had inquired. He could still feel her body against his as they danced a while ago. The waltz became jive, and then became something that only they defined. It was like making wild, passionate love, without sleeping with each other; celestial dancing, he had mused.

"Probably go out with a friend, go shopping or something", she had replied, stubbing out her cigarette. She didn't want any cabbie to come by now. She wanted to kiss him passionately, but she didn't want to come across as aggressive. She was partly convinced that he would attempt to make a move in the car; atleast she hoped he would.

"If somebody had said, that the week before the wedding was the most busiest of all weeks, they couldn't have been more right.", she thought as she sat in the spacious dressing room, as the bride tried out her gown for some final adjustments. The bride had mentioned that some best friend of hers was in town, and was coming to the dress trial for some reason.

Brad had arrived 15 minutes before he had said he would arrive. The bride had introduced them from inside the trial room.

He slipped off his boxers as he climbed into her bed besides her. She slipped her hand onto his chest, and then climbed atop him, nibbling away at random places; she had extended her hand then, "Hi, I am Purple, nice to meet ya."