Post by Lemurlou on Oct 24, 2006 15:21:50 GMT -5
here's the chapter. return to the fox forum for chapter 5. hope you enjoy!
Chapter 4
For every ounce James was uncomfortable, Lisa was smooth and cool. She got up, sat in his lap, and began kissing him, running her hands up and down his back. She wasn’t quite sure why she was doing this. Horniness? Boredom? Hormones? It didn’t really matter. He was so sweet. So eager.
“You have to do some of the work, you know,” Cuddy whispered playfully as she lay on top of him and started to unbutton his shirt. James was gaining confidence, a little.
“Gladly,” he said as he reached found the button on her skirt and slid it down her legs. Who was this James Wilson? This was not the man who spent his days with terminal bald children and his pudgy, sallow girlfriend. This was the James Wilson who was about to sleep with Lisa Cuddy.
Lisa kicked their clothing to the end of the bed and got started.
To make a short story even shorter, it was perfect. They fit impeccably, which made for sensations that neither had ever felt before or would feel again. It was hot, sweaty, have-to-stifle-yells (not that anyone would have heard it with all that music) sort of sex.
And they totally, completely forgot about birth control.
Which brings us to my next story. About a month and a half later.
Chapter 4
For every ounce James was uncomfortable, Lisa was smooth and cool. She got up, sat in his lap, and began kissing him, running her hands up and down his back. She wasn’t quite sure why she was doing this. Horniness? Boredom? Hormones? It didn’t really matter. He was so sweet. So eager.
“You have to do some of the work, you know,” Cuddy whispered playfully as she lay on top of him and started to unbutton his shirt. James was gaining confidence, a little.
“Gladly,” he said as he reached found the button on her skirt and slid it down her legs. Who was this James Wilson? This was not the man who spent his days with terminal bald children and his pudgy, sallow girlfriend. This was the James Wilson who was about to sleep with Lisa Cuddy.
Lisa kicked their clothing to the end of the bed and got started.
To make a short story even shorter, it was perfect. They fit impeccably, which made for sensations that neither had ever felt before or would feel again. It was hot, sweaty, have-to-stifle-yells (not that anyone would have heard it with all that music) sort of sex.
And they totally, completely forgot about birth control.
Which brings us to my next story. About a month and a half later.
