Fortune Cookies

Allie stared into the mirror on her vanity table. She didn’t see what everyone else saw. She couldn’t get her hazel eyes to focus beyond her button nose, her full lips and her dimpled chin. All she saw was that her flaxen hair needed to be brushed and her necklace pendant was dangling somewhere on the back of her neck. This isn’t the first time she stared into the mirror trying to see why people would think that she was beautiful.

“I’m not even pretty. Look at me, I don’t have that perfect hourglass figure. I don’t wear lots of make-up. I’m just plain Jane ol’ me. Mirror, mirror, please tell me why do people find me irresistible.”

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In another corner of his world, Sam is looking at the picture in his wallet; the picture of the woman he loves. She is stunning with her bright hazel eyes, her small rounded nose and her soft and passionate lips. Her coppered colored hair surrounds her lovely face. She is carrying a rose from the bouquet he had sent to her for Valentine’s day almost a year ago. The pearl necklace completes the picture giving her definition and a touch of class. The back of the picture she wrote upon it.

To Sam,
I love you...forever
Allie

He dreamily looks to the sky; he sighs and then voices the question on his mind. “How can I be so lucky to have a woman like this in my life? Thank you”. It is like the Heavens are smiling down on him, with his question the cloud blows across his vision. He makes out a figure in the white puffiness; it is that of an angel. Sam has to smile at this shape because he always thought that Allie was too good to be true. He always thought this because he was just a man. There was nothing to distinguish Sam from any other man except for his love for Allie. He was under six-foot tall by a couple of inches; he had an average build, which didn’t come from hours at the gym. His blonde hair was always in need of a comb or a trim. His blue eyes weren’t afraid to let you look into his soul, to see beyond the moderately good looks.

He folds up his wallet and puts it back into his pocket. He starts to whistle as he walks when he passes a payphone he stops and dials her number. The phone rings a couple of times before her voice fills his ear.

“Hello, you have reached Allie Adams. I am presently not able to answer the phone right now. Please leave your name and message and...” Sam fights the urge to hang up the phone and continue his walk but something has him hanging on. It might simply be being able to hear her voice again. It could be that he feels that she is home and she might answer the phone when she hears his voice. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“Hello Allie”

Sam hears the sound of someone moving the receiver on the other end, and then he hears something like an uneven drumbeat. There is noise in the background, a sound like voices or music, then silence.

“Hello, Sam”

Sam gets a lump in his throat; he always does when he hears her voice. He knows that he loves her and she loves him. They have a mutual love for each other. It stems from the lives they left behind. Both thought they were in love before but it is now obvious that what they shared with others are nothing close to what they have. “Allie, I’m calling to say that I am on my way over with some Chinese take-out. I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.”

“Hey, that does sound good. I hope you got a couple extra fortune cookies.”

“See I knew I could read your mind. I got a dozen of those, a couple of egg rolls, and some chopsticks.”

They finish their conversation and Sam gets into his Sport Utility Vehicle. He stops at the restaurant to pick up his order and heads on down the road. He can’t help thinking of Allie as he drives through the early evening traffic. He is really submerged in his thoughts when a car pulls out from a driveway, he abruptly stomps on the brakes. The Ford Explorer lurches forward, spilling the bag of food onto the floorboards. Nothing is salvageable except for the fortune cookies. After taking care of the mess he proceeds without stopping until he’s at Allie’s house.

She is waiting for him on her enclosed porch, with the door open and the porch light on. From where he parked, Sam can see Allie and he sees how beautiful she really is. The golden glow of the light is casting a soft shadow around her features. This amber glow really makes her look like the angel that he thinks she is. She is wearing a white knit sweater, a navy blue skirt and a light blue blouse. The cascading ripples in her hair falls to the middle of her back, the light is accentuating the golden highlights. As he approaches her, he starts to smile. Its a guilty little smile from knowing that dinner was ruined because of him not paying attention to other drivers. He knows that she will not only understand, but she will probably get a little laugh out of the whole situation.

“That bag doesn’t look to full” says Allie.

“I kind of had a little accident and we’ll be eating a dozen of fortune cookies tonight.”

Sam relays the story to her. She does find it slightly amusing as she breaks open the first cookie. She reads the little white sheet of paper to herself. It reads, “Tonight you will fall in love with a man who kisses your heart.” This made her reflect on Sam’s lips touching hers. She loves the way he easily takes her in his strong arms, brings her closer to him, and gently kisses her. She needs him to kiss her now.

Allie leans towards Sam, removes every thing from his hands and puts the items on the coffee table, then kisses him. With their lips touching, their inner desires are waking up and enjoying the moment. Their wandering arms and hands pull them closer together. Sam runs his fingers through her soft as silk hair and Allie is holding her hands on his face. After several minutes, with their hearts a racing and no shortness of lover’s breath, Allie leans her head back, pushes Sam away then stands up. She grabs his hand and gently starts to tug on his arm. He stands up and she leads him through the house to the upstairs bedroom.

This modestly decorated room has a king sized poster bed, two nightstands, a large bureau with mirror, and a wooden rocker in the far corner. There is an entrance to the master bathroom and a large walk-in closet to the left of this door. There is the scent of fresh roses and a woman’s perfume. Candles flicker from sconces on the walls and candleholders on the dresser and nightstands.

Allie leads Sam into her bedroom, they sit on the purple comforter on the bed. They begin their passionate kisses again. His hands wander beyond her hair; he finds her breasts to be inviting his touch through her satin blouse and brassiere. He can feel her nipples grow from his kiss and his touch. He finds the buttons on her blouse and starts to unbutton the first one when Allie lets out a moan.

She takes both halves of her buttoned blouse in her hands and says, “Just take me. Just take me now”. Then grabbing more firmly on to the material she pulls her hands in an outward motion. The buttons to her blouse fly onto the floor. She sits there with her blouse open and hanging halfway off one arm. Allie’s aggressiveness slightly startles Sam, but he wastes no time in recovering to devour her naked stomach. He finishes removing her blouse and throws it over his shoulder as if it were a pinch of salt. I don’t think Sam will need luck tonight, just a few kisses in the right places and Allie will be more than his tonight.

Sam, while kissing, sucking, and touching Allie’s stomach he reaches around her and unfastens the hooks to her bra. Then using both of his hands, one on each shoulder, he pushes the straps off her shoulders. In the same fluid motion he pulls the bra off of Allie and once again throws this over his shoulder. Allie is topless. Sam takes a moment to look at her full, soft, and perky tits. The nipples look to be ready to jump into Sam’s mouth.

Allie grabs Sam’s shirt and another set of buttons fly across the bed. Sam gives a surprised look then lays Allie back on the bed while shaking the shirt from his arms. They lay on the bed, kissing each other, with hands roaming each other’s body. He rolls her onto her back and he straddles her legs. He begins to kiss her ear, down the side of her face, over her chin and then makes way to the other ear. Allie begins her soft moans of delight. He stops kissing, looks directly into her eyes, and repositions himself on the bed. She goes to speak but Sam puts his index finger over his mouth and puckers his lips.

He leans down, touching his lips to Allie’s chest at about the tip of her sternum. She can feel his lips pucker and hear the soft smack of his lips as he begins to kiss her. He moves his head closer to her chin and to her left arm and kisses her again. Now his lips make the puckering motions in an arc over her left breast. The next kiss is on the imaginary line that would divide her breasts from her stomach. From this point he angles his kisses towards her navel. Five or six kisses later he arrives at her belly button. He starts to angle his kisses up and out towards her right arm, then he kisses her right breast in an arc, completing the heart.

Allie arched her back, Sam pulled on the skirt and it slid off her waist and over her hips, leaving only a pair of thong bikinis between his warm tongue and her wet clit. “Sam, tell me again why you think I’m beautiful.”

“This is my heart telling you what I know makes you beautiful. It is more than your honey colored hair, your bright hazel eyes, your dimpled chin and your soft full lips. It is more than your name being Allie, and your loving caring ways. It is more than your zest for life and your enthusiasm. Allie, you are all of this and more, and this makes you so damn beautiful to me. Of course I am in love with you and I could very easily be classified as partial.”

There are tears in the corner of Allie’s eyes; Sam sees them as she leans forward to kiss him. Sam kisses her lips and then kisses the tears out of her eyes. “Thank you, Sam. I guess I really needed to hear that you loved me. You are very special to me, and yes, Sam I do love you.” With these words spoken, Allie begins to kiss Sam again with the passion of a hundred waves crashes against the shore. Her passion courses through him like a tidal wave washing away all of his inhibitions. He gives into to her, her desires and his wants. He takes her soft body, her soft hair, and her wet and wanting clit in his hands. They belong to each other now, they belong to the ocean of love, and they belong wrapped in each other’s arms forever.

They start over again, slowly from the deep passionate kisses to the long looks into each other’s eyes. They touch lips, they part lips, and they touch their tongues in the dance of wanton love. Once again Sam has Allie laying on her back, he is kissing her ear, her neck, her breasts. He is sucking on the nipples, gently nibbling, pulling and sucking on her womanly curves. He is consuming her; she is falling into an orgasmic orbit, round and round the pleasing revolutions of unbridled passion. Her moans; the sexy noises emanating from her luscious lips, are causing a stirring of affections, a rising of events in Sam’s inner being. He rises to the occasion and he lowers himself to Allie’s belly button. He flicks his tongue teasingly across her navel. She giggles but is still enjoying Sam’s touch all over her body. He kisses her soft skin of her stomach as he reaches between her legs. He grabs the black material of her panties and with a graceful motion pulls them off of Allie before she completely arches her back. He sits up and throws these panties over his shoulder.

“Allie, I love every inch of your body. Why do you need the world to tell you that you are pretty when you have a man who loves every thing about you?”. Sam doesn’t wait for a response before he starts to rub her wet, warm, and waiting womanhood. The only response she is able to make is a passionate moan that came from the depths of her soul. She cannot deny her feelings of ecstasy when she is making love with Sam. He makes her feel more than just a woman, or even a woman in love; she feels that she is a woman, in love, with the man who was destined for her from the beginning of time.

He leans forward to kiss Allie while his fingers are still making her clit feel the love. The kisses are more passionate as she approaches the first waves of her climax. Allie teasingly bites on Sam’s lip as her body quakes with pleasure. Sam opens his eyes to see her hazel eyes looking into his blue eyes. He sees her happiness, that she is at peace at this moment, and that she wanted more than a finger or two inside of her. She was ready, and more than willing to go further.

Sam lets her body relax for a minute while he is putting a pillow under her head. He then repositions himself on the bed. He has his body between her inviting and silky smooth legs. He looks at Allie’s shaved pussy. There it is, bald, warm, wet and throbbing, just waiting for the heaven at the tip of Sam’s tongue.

“Sam, I just want you to know...that I love how you make me feel.”

He smiles at Allie and lowers his head between her legs. He is in heaven and with every drop of her sweet nectar he licks, the less he wants to leave. His tongue dances over her clit like a tap dancer. The dance isn’t choreographed but he knows all the right steps to perform to heighten their satisfaction. He starts an upward motion from the bottom of her clit to the top and then a movement from side to side at the top and bottom, like he was sky writing the letter “I”. The next move is from the top of her womanhood to the bottom and then the side starting from the left like the letter “L”. Then there is a series of moves. Around the perimeter of her pussy, two slants, one downward then one up. Then one up her slit with three sideward motions at top, bottom and middle. A long slant met with a short one in the middle. There is another circle and a half circle with straighter sides.

“I love you, too Sam. That is feeling wonderful what you are doing to me.”

Sam acknowledges by continuing with his tongue. He feels her clit begin to swell, her body tense up and her toes curl. Her breathing grows deeper; her moans are quickening and intensifying. Her body shakes, her head moves from side to side, she reaches down with her hands and pulls Sam’s blonde hair. She is feeling her world crumble as she feels the orgasmic explosions caused by his tongue on her essence. The orgasms come in waves, like ripples in the pond; his tongue is the skipping rock creating the little waves.

She grabs a handful of his hair, pulls on it and he follows her hand. She leans forward and holds him close to her as the feelings of pleasure still course through her body. They sit there for several minutes in this embrace, and then Allie kisses Sam passionately.

“I” says Allie, ”love you and what you do to me. It is my turn to please you.” It takes Allie almost two full minutes to say this because in between each word she is kissing the man whom just turned her inside out.

Allie lays Sam on his back. She kisses his ears, neck, and lips. She is letting her long coppered colored hair brush across his chest as she kisses his nipples. Sam looks down and sees the top of her head and smiles. He thinks about how beautiful she is from the top of her head to her feet. He is enjoying her soft caresses on his chest. “Sam, I have always known that you were the man for me. I always knew that we would fall in love.”

“Allie, I will always treat you like a queen.”

Allie looks quickly at Sam’s waist and then into his eyes. She sees every thing that he has been telling her all along to be true. He does love her, he does think she is beautiful, he also knows that he will spend an eternity trying to make her his. She knows that he will give never give into doubts of them not being perfect for each other.

She kisses him on the lips as she is undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his pants and unzipping the zipper. She feels his manhood swell to brushes of her hands. She folds back the material and sees the bulge in his underwear. She pulls on his pants as Sam arches his back. Before he has a chance to lay back on the bed she also has off his boxers. She takes his stiffening member in her hands as he lowers himself back on the bed. She licks the top of his cock while trying to look into his eyes, then she gives into her full concentration. She takes the whole head into her mouth and she hungrily, yet teasingly dances her tongue over his shaft. She sucks in her cheeks to have more of her mouth pleasing the man she loves. Sam is already beginning to feel the excitement that only she can provide inside of him. She lifts her head from his cock so she can kiss him up and down the whole throbbing member. She continues her ecstasy dance on his manhood as Sam is at her mercy.

Sam is thrashing about on the bed, calling out Allie’s name. Allie begins to thirstily drink on the pre-cum seeping out of the slit. She wants him deep inside of her; He wants to have Allie’s pussy all around him. Sam reaches down and holds Allie and says, “I want to make love to you now.”

“I want that too.”

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The next morning, Sam is the first to wake up to the new day. He looks over at Allie. She has a peaceful look about her, a look lie the mountains covered with new fallen snow. Sam lovingly looks at her, he thinks that she is truly beautiful. The way her face looks, the way her eyes move behind closed lids; the way her pink lips are shadowed by her nose. He looks at her dimpled chin, her ears, and the length of her hair; she has not lost her angelic quality over night. She has a glow to her and Sam knows more about this heavenly complexion than it being from the love they shared last night. He knows that she looks like this because she is the one he will grow old with....