Title: “Hurry”

Author: A.M. Glass

E-Mail: glasswrks@yahoo.com

Copyright: December 5, 2003

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: No names have been mentioned; therefore this original story is sole property of the author.

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to my story, “What I Want.” I seem to have started something, where I think of a picture – be it screen cap or avatar – of Lena and Bianca of “All My Children” and a mini-story pops out. This is just my take on it.

Picture In Question: Is one where Lena is dressed in a black sleeveless blouse, she’s standing behind Bianca looking as if she’s going to kiss the side of her neck. This would be a “Bianca” P.O.V.

I’m waiting for her – she asked me to meet her. I’m excited by the prospect of seeing her again and I keep hoping that she’s the next person that walks through the door.

I’m not sure why she wants me...

Well, that’s not entirely true.

I do know why she wants me and I want her as much, if not more.

The doors swing open, my heart starts beating faster – damn, it’s not her.

I think about what’s happened between us and I can’t believe it.

I know I haven’t been with many women, but I kinda thought I knew what to expect that night.

Boy, was I wrong.

And I have never been happier.

I was... taken.

And I took as well, many times, until we wore each other out.

She was so willing...

She was so gentle.

She taught me things about myself that I never knew, let alone thought of.

I casually lift my hand, as if I’m going to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and I touch a certain spot on my neck... I still shiver.

I’d never noticed it before – then again neither had anyone else. It was as if she knew exactly where to go, as if there were a neon sign blinking: “Touch Her There!”

I was putty in her hands – and I couldn’t wait to be molded.

I’ve got to quit biting my lip; she told me that only she could that for me. I wish she’d hurry up. I have an overwhelming urge that only she can satisfy.

I need her again.

I need to feel her next to me – all along my body, so that I don’t know where I start and where she ends.

I wish she’d hurry.

The End.