I stood in my kitchen and all I could do was think of Max. I had started cooking dinner and was going to invite her over to join me. It was crazy, but the moment I started cooking, I couldn't stop thinking about her. And they weren't ordinary, daily thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking of Max... about her lips... her breasts... every bit of her great body.
It was all I could do to concentrate on cooking this meal, but all I could do was think of her. I tried concentrating on my breathing, but all that made me do was think about the way Max's breasts softly rose and fell when she was breathing and the sound she made while she was breathing. It sounded like a cat purring, especially when she was in a good mood or very content.
Somehow I was able to continue cooking with out too much trouble, and I was almost finished when I saw Max come in to the kitchen. I smiled at her over the pot of pasta sauce, "I was just about to call you, but then again, I forgot, cats always seem to show up around dinner time. Hungry?"
Within seconds, she was across the room and pushing me up against the fridge, and was kissing me. I couldn't think, and I couldn't move. She had never done anything like this before.
Suddenly, a shiver of fear washed over me. The virus! It wouldn't be long until I was writhing on the floor moments away from death. I pushed her away from me and practically screamed out of horror, "What the hell's going on Max? Are you trying to kill me?"
She looked at me confused for a moment, and then the same fear I was feeling came over her face. She had remembered the virus also and looked like she wanted to cry, knowing what she had done, and knowing now there was nothing she could do about it.
But nothing happened. I was standing there, not feeling any pain, only the desire I was feeling for her early come rushing back to me. I pulled her back against me and started kissing her again. Both of us began exploring each other's bodies with our hands, trying to pull each other closer to each other, not being able to get close enough to each other.
I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I turned around and pressed her against the fridge. She was filling all of my senses, and I wanted to be able to fill her completely, knowing I couldn't do it properly up against the damned fridge. I started walking with her to my bedroom, still holding her, kissing every step of the way.
Once in my room, I laid her down on my bed and laid myself on top of her. I couldn't get her clothes off quickly enough, and it seemed she was getting frustrated at not being able to get my clothes off fast enough as well. Once our clothes were off though, I entered her, wasting no time. I had to feel myself deep inside her. I had to feel her muscles around me, gripping and tightening with every thrust.
She screamed out a pleasured scream, making me drive harder and harder inside of her. I thrusted and thrusted until we both went over the top. It was the greatest sexual experience I had ever had, just like I knew it would be with Max. It was amazing.
The next morning after waking up, I looked around to find Max nowhere in sight. My sleeping shorts were still on. What I had shared with Max had only been a dream, but a dream that felt so real.