Skin smacks against skin and it echos off the dark kitchen walls. The sun is almost set and I worry Michael may return soon, if he's going to return tonight at all. I'm so close. I can feel it coming and going when I slow down to try and hold off. The arrival of my orgasm is imminent.
Jenny is pushing back on me as I thrust forward. We are hitting each other in the exact right spot. I can feel my balls tightening. I'm now at a point of no return. My fingers have gone numb.
"I'm gonna come." I warn, breathless behind her.
Jenny remains in the same position, wordless, enjoying me. My grip tightens against her and I almost think of pulling out, but I decide not to at the last second. I continue thrusting inside until the feeling completely takes over.
It starts in my groin, then deep in my belly, traveling up to my chest. It's the worst feeling up until it's the best. I release the breath I'm holding when I finally come. Jenny's head rests on the counter and I grab her shoulders and slow my thrusts as I come inside of her. I groan uncontrollably loud and barely move inside as the aftershock of my orgasm rides out.
Jenny is silent and so still in front of me. I glide my hand down her back and grab her hip again as my orgasm slowly comes to its end. I push my hips against her hard and pull out before slowly pushing back in. My entire body twitches from being overstimulated.
I have a partial view of the side of Jenny's face against the counter. Her hair covers half of her profile and I watch as a piece of her hair moves in front of her mouth back and forth from her heavy breathing. Even though it's dark in the kitchen, the automatic porch light triggered on sometime within the last several minutes and it's lighting up part of the room through the window.
I try to calm myself. My dick is softening inside her and I decide to pull out. I take a step back and rub a trembling hand against her ass. My fingers are still numb along with my toes now. I squeeze the tip of my dick and more come emerges. I wipe it off the tip, rubbing it between two fingers until it dries.
I take another step back to give Jenny room as she stands up straight from the counter. She looks down at her chest as I turn her to face me. I rub her reddened skin with gentle hands as she hooks her bra from behind then adjust her breasts back into the cups. Her eyes are careful as she looks down at my dick. I'm not completely soft yet, but I'm not hard either. I jump when I feel her hand grabbing my dick and she holds it in her warm palm.
"I could have held off a little longer probably. I'm sorry." I say again, smiling as I step closer to her.
"You came inside of me." Jenny says.
I'm stunned that she brought it up. I don't know why I thought she wouldn't. "Uh, I did." I nod. I feel like I'm in trouble. Like she's calling me out on a mistake. "Was that bad?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "Not necessarily." She brings her hand up to her neck; the side that I favored biting earlier.
"Is there a mark here?" She taps her finger near the small hickey I left.
"A little one." I observe the area and rub my thumb around it.
"Matthew." She pushes my hand out of the way and rubs her neck. "You can't do that." She touches her now covered breasts along all the marks I scattered across her skin. I figure the breasts are fine, but I understand I should have been more careful around her neck since it's a place visible to other people. I doubt her husband is giving hickeys now-a-days.
"I'm sorry." I replace her hand at her neck and rub. "I can put some ice on it for you. It may help."
She nods.
"I have to ask you a question," she says after I pull my pants back into place and fasten my belt.
"Yeah?"
"We didn't use a condom." She says, turning the light on over the sink. The brightness makes both of us squint our eyes.
I nod, grabbing both mine and her shirt from the floor.
"You don't--" she says then pauses.
Handing her shirt to her, I'm silent, not understanding what she's trying to say. I pull mine over my head and she watches me, waiting for an answer to a question I'm not sure she's finished asking yet.
"I don't, what?"
"You've been with girls before," She tries to reform her question.
"Yeah?" I say slowly, confused. I look over her body and try to understand what she's getting at.
"Have you been safe when you're with other girls?" She asks.
"Do I use a condom?" I ask, wanting to clarify.
"Exactly." She nods.
"Mostly."
Her face falls. "Matthew."
"This is the second time I haven't used a condom with a girl." I explain.
"I don't like that answer." She finally puts her own shirt back on and I notice the expression of concern across her face. She regrets not using a condom with me.
"What? Do you want me to lie to you?" I return to her, wanting to ease her stress about it.
"No," she sighs and shakes her head. "Who was this other girl you didn't use a condom with?"
I swallow hard. I told her a little bit about what happened with Anna and Michael that one night before when I was still staying over here while my parents were on the other side of the country with my grandma. And I only told her because she asked certain questions and I decided to answer them. She's aware a threesome happened with myself, her son and a girl and that's about it.
"Anna." I answer.
"Anna? Michael's girlfriend, Anna?" Jenny looks stunned at my response.
I nod. "Months ago. Before they were even in a relationship. When you asked me about it. It was the threesome. Neither of us used a condom. That was the first and only time I hadn't used one with a girl. Until just now."
"Okay." She says, deep in thought.
We both are fully dressed again once she pulls her jeans back on. This is the first time I've ever came inside of anyone. Knowing that she pulled her underwear and jeans back on with my come still inside of her is exciting me a little bit more than I thought it would.
I grab ice from the freezer and put it in a small zip lock bag as Jenny washes her hands at the sink. She grabs a paper towel and accepts my offering of ice for her neck. She wraps the paper towel around the ice and olds it against the hickey. I take a turn holding it against her skin when her hand gets too cold.
"I'll have to be more careful next time." I tell her, moving closer. I want to be near her. As near as possible. I can't help it. "Will there be a next time?" I ask.
Jenny's eyes meet mine and she nods. I lean closer and kiss her jaw just above the ice pack, then I press my lips to her cheek. I pull back to look at her face and her eyes are closed. She opens them and takes her turn holding the ice.
"It's 9:30," I say, looking at the time on the stove.
"You have to leave?" She asks.
"I told my mom I wouldn't be out too late."
"What if you didn't leave?" She offers after a moment.
"If I didn't leave? Well, let's see. I would probably get some kind of lecture whenever I do get home about it being so late--"
She smiles. "No. What if you called your mom up and said you were staying at Michaels' tonight? It is Saturday after all."
She's asking me to stay the night. Not just stay over like normal. She wants me to stay the night with her. "What if Michael comes back?" I ask, my mind reeling to everything that could go wrong.
"I'll try to reach out to him. See if he'll let me know anything." She says.
"Maybe you should talk to him first before I talk to my mom." I suggest.
"Good idea." She says. She grabs her cell phone from her purse hanging on the pantry door handle and puts it on speaker. "Don't say anything," she reminds me. As if she needed to.
"What?" Michael answers after the fifth ring. There's a continuous beat of music playing in the background.
"Michael." Jenny says.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you're okay."
"Jesus, I'm fine, mom. Fuck."
"Michael." She sighs.
"I'm sorry, but I think I'm well deserved to cuss right now. In fact I don't give a fuck what you have to say right now. I'm pissed off."
"I know you are. Where are you?"
"With Anna."
"Are you staying over there tonight?"
"I was planning on it. Or is that not okay with you?"
I don't like the way Michael is talking to Jenny, but I have to let it slide. I can't say anything. And what would that accomplish if I did say anything? Nothing.
"That's fine, honey." She says. "I know you need space to calm down and we can talk about what happened later."
"Yeah," A sarcastic laugh comes through the speaker from him. "Whatever you say."
"Will you call me before you come home tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure." He's softening his tone now. Anna might be near him. Or it may be because of Jenny's tone with him calming him down. Who knows? I feel myself getting riled up again just hearing him being aggressive with the way he's talking to her. My hands shake at the first sign of returning adrenaline.
"Good night." Jenny says, but Michael ends the call without another word. Jenny shakes her head then looks at me. She doesn't like the way he just spoke to her. That's clear across her face.
I stand up straight and wrap my arm around her shoulder and rub up and down against her arm.
"It's okay." She tells me.
"I don't like how he talked to you." I admit. Even though I know I just spoke to her in a similar way upstairs in Michael's room. I'm contradicting myself but she doesn't call me out on it.
"I'm not worried about it right now." She says. "Call your mom."
I already have my phone pulled out. "I'm messaging her." I say. I lean against the island counter where I had Jenny bent over earlier. She stands beside me and leans there too, rubbing my bicep.
She watches me type out a simple text message mentioning since it's Saturday night and so late, I've decided to stay over at Michael's house. I even add in an apology that it's so late that I'm just now telling her this.
"How strict is your mom, Matt?" Jenny asks, playful beside me.
"Yes." I answer. She laughs beside me and then we wait in silence as my mom types back. She doesn't lose the chance to talk about how late it is that I'm just now deciding this, even though I acknowledged it and apologized before, and she wants me home early tomorrow morning for some reason she doesn't bother to mention. I send back a text apologizing again and agreeing to be home early. It's probably best not to stick around too late tomorrow anyway just in case Michael decides to return earlier than expected.
"Done." I say and return my phone to my back pocket.
"Take a shower with me?" She leans into me, lips just in front of mine. I nod, agreeing and lean forward to kiss her.
I follow Jenny into the living room. Planning to head upstairs, we both stop from feeling the outside chill of winter still spilling in from the broken glass at the front door.
"I forgot." Jenny says, defeated. So distracted with each other, we both forgot why we were even in the kitchen to begin with.
"You have any cardboard? Old shipping boxes?" I ask, assessing the broken window openings on the door.
"Yes. Some broken down in the kitchen pantry."
"Go grab some, and duct tape." I tell her. "Some scissors too, Jenny!" I call after her once she's walked away.
She brings everything back and we both spend time covering the broken window openings of the door with cardboard until she can properly get it fixed. Something I'm sure her husband will take care of once she tells him about it. This will have to do for now, just to keep the cold out. It appears that it's best that I'm staying with her tonight after all.
"I'm glad you're here." She says, voicing my thought outloud.
"You would have figured it out." I tell her, trying to give her some credit.
"I just mean with the glass broken and the opening so close to the lock for someone to break in. I'll sleep better with you here tonight, anyway."
I feel a sense of excitement when she reminds me that I'm staying over with her. I've slept over in this house so many times. But tonight feels different. It is drastically different.
Her bedroom is quiet and as cozy as I remember it. She turns on the lamp at her nightstand and a warm tone of yellow brightens that area of the room. It's not too harsh on the eyes.
"Maybe we can shower off real quick and then soak in the bath?" Jenny suggests while standing at the bathroom doorway.
I nod. I will agree to anything right now. Anything. She turns the bathroom light on while I remove my belt and unbutton my jeans to push them down. I fold them over the decorative chair in the corner of the room beside a window. I retrieve my phone from inside the back pocket and check it before tossing it on top of my jeans. My shirt follows. I examine the rips in the fabric from Jenny for the first time. They aren't as bad as I thought they'd be which is why I probably didn't notice them downstairs.
The sound of the shower turning on behind me forces me to finish getting undressed the rest of the way. I turn and head for the bathroom when I hear Jenny call my name.
"It's nice and warm now." She says. She's naked other than her panties still on. The bruises are much more noticeable across her breasts in the bright bathroom lighting. I reach out to her and rub my thumb over a tiny bruise across her chest, then a nipple. It hardens from my touch.
"Go ahead and get in. I'm going to lock the bedroom door." Jenny pulls me in closer and I step inside directly underneath the water. My hair dampens and my entire body is enveloped in the warmest steam cloud. The shower at home never gets this warm.
Jenny returns a second later, completely naked now. I watch through the thin cloud of steam as she approaches the large bathtub and turns the water on. She pours a thick liquid, I assume is for a bubblebath then comes to me in the shower.
She steps inside behind me and her hands reach for my back. She rubs the water into my skin and I feel her lips against my back a second later. I close my eyes, feeling everything. The warm water running over my head, my face and down my body, Jenny's hands reaching around in front of me, her fingers finding my hardening dick.
I rest a hand on the wall in front of me and breathe. My sinuses clear from the steam and I look down at Jenny's hand around my cock. She squeezes me there with little pressure, rubs the pad of her thumb over the head briefly, then she lets me go.
I turn around to face her and her hands move to my chest as she swaps our places so she is under the stream of water now. Her blond hair quickly dampens and she smooths it back, closing her eyes as the water falls over her. She's beautiful.
My attention lowers to her breasts. The water is hypnotizing as it runs down the skin over her nipples and then falls to the shower floor. I lean down, wrapping my lips around one of her nipples. Jenny holds my shoulder and squeezes when I suck hard. I release her nipple with a loud pop and capture the other one in my mouth, doing the exact same. I swallow the hot shower water collected in my mouth from sucking on her skin. My hands are on her next, rubbing the red marks there on her skin that I made earlier.
My eyes catch on a white bar of soap on the shelf behind her and I grab it. I rub it into my hands, making suds and building a nice lather. Jenny takes the soap from me when I'm done with it and does the same. I reach out for her breasts again. My fingers slide easily over the slick skin and her hard nipples poke at the pads of my thumbs when I rub over them.
"That's nice," she says and lets her head fall back. I spend extra time on her breasts then move up her neck, rubbing both sides with soapy hands.
"Mmm," Jenny approves. She opens her eyes and hands the soap back to me. I return it to the shelf while she reaches for my chest.
Chills run up my back when I feel her thumbs at my nipples. I look down with a smile. She's grinning at me when I look at her face.
She continues a slow massage against my chest and neck before moving down my abdomen. She spends more time there, I notice, before gathering the lathered suds just above my cock. I'm completely hard again from the rubbing.
I try to stroke myself to ease the pressure, but Jenny slaps my hand away with her soapy hand. My eyes widen at her aggressive assault against me. It was more comical than anything. I know my shocked grin is reaching my eyes when I see her smirk.
"Don't you dare." She warns.
"Yes, ma'am." I lower my voice and place my hands against the shower walls on either side of me.
Grabbing the soap behind her again, she lathers it in her hands. I watch her and it's torture. She reaches for my cock and squeezes. I sigh, watching her with heavy eyes. I want to grab her but I keep my hands in place.
"You were very naughty for coming inside of me without asking, Matthew." She says.
I groan at her teasing words. I'd rather her be teasing about it than upset. I'll take it. "I know." I agree with her.
"I don't think I should let you come again." She says.
I shake my head, not liking the sound of that.
"Oh, you disagree?" She smiles.
I nod. One of her hands holds my cock in place while she uses her other one to rub her palm against the underside at the tip.
"Ooh," I look down and watch as the water and soap combine in a perfect combination for a slick, torturous handjob.
She removes her hands from me and I squirm from their disappearance. She faces me while she reaches a hand down between her legs. I watch her touch herself. She's using a single finger inside and when she removes it, my come coats her finger and she rinses it using the falling water. She does this multiple times and I realize she is cleaning my come out of her pussy. I guess I've never thought about what happens after the fact. Turning her back to me, I watch her grab the shampoo off the shelf. She squirts a large amount onto her hand and turns to give me some. I take it without question and copy her as she washes her hair.
The smell of the feminine product encases the bathroom and I melt as I scrub it into my hair. When she's done scrubbing the suds into her hair, she focuses on me. Her hands reach up and her nails drag along my scalp in the most perfect way. I close my eyes momentarily, enjoying the massage.
"Hm," I groan and open my eyes after a moment to watch her. She's concentrating as she scrubs the shampoo in. Her fingers apply great pressure to the base of my scalp. They slowly glide down my neck and over my chest, down my abdomen and my cock is in her hand again. She's smooth, this woman. I wonder if she was like this when she was my age. She's so confident in any move she makes when she makes it.
I reach up to rub soap away from my forehead before it can drip down into my eyes and I step closer to her, forcing her to step back.
The water from the shower head falls over her hair, washing the shampoo away. She holds her head back and I take advantage and stroke my fingers through her hair to help, scrubbing into her scalp. She finishes the job herself, making sure all the suds are rinsed.
We switch places again and I stand underneath the water to rinse the shampoo. Jenny takes control and helps wash it all away. My forehead stings when she touches it near my hairline and I flinch away. She grabs my face to get a closer look. That must be where I was bleeding from earlier. I'd forgotten all about it. She pulls at me to lean down closer to her and her fingers rub around the area that hurts. She's gentle, washing the area and rinsing all the suds away around it.
My cock grazes against her stomach, but both of us ignore it for now. We have time. In fact, this is the longest time I have been able to share with her alone so far. We have all night. We both seem to realize this at the same time.
She adjusts the temperature of the water when it starts to get cooler. Once the shampoo is rinsed from both of our hair and the soap is washed off of our bodies, Jenny turns the water off and grabs a towel hanging over the top of the shower door. She wraps it around her body and holds my arm to balance herself as she opens the glass door and steps out.
Cool air enters the mini sauna we've created inside the shower and chill bumps form all over my body. I follow her as she holds my arm.
"Cold." Jenny shivers as we stand in front of a very bubble filled bathtub. She kills the water and the bathroom falls silent. "You first," she says, pulling me closer. I grip the sides of the tub and sit down in the hot water. The collective light popping sound of tiny bubbles emits a calming effect in the otherwise quiet bathroom and Jenny adds to that noise as she gets into the tub in front of me. I help her, holding her hand until she is sitting down. I rest both arms on the sides of the tub and relax, watching her.
She's grinning and I catch her biting near the side of her bottom lip and she looks away. She relaxes further and uses slow, thin fingers to play with the bubbles in front of her absentmindedly.
Her eyes meet mine again. "You're very attractive, Matthew." Jenny says after several moments of relaxing silence between the two of us goes by. Not expecting her to say that, I'm unsure how to respond. I perk up when her cheeks redden.
"What about me do you find attractive?" I fish for more. Her blush continues to tint her cheeks just enough for me to notice.
The bubbles on top are disturbed as she moves her legs just underneath the surface. I feel her feet rest on my stomach and watch as her hands grip the sides of the tub like mine are.
I observe her as her eyes wander over every part of me that is visible. "Your hair," she starts, "how dark it is, matching your brown eyes." She continues, "Lips, soft. Quite perfect even. Mostly closed, like you know a secret and will not tell."
"Your neck," she says, "your skin there is so smooth. Your shoulders, sun kissed even in the dead of winter." Her eyes trail close behind her words, "Arms," she looks at both of mine resting on the side of the tub. "Strong."
She meets my stare again and I feel her foot moving from my stomach to my cock. "This." The bottom of her foot lines up with my cock and she gently pushes against it, then stops. My hands move to disappear under the water and I grab her foot to keep it there.
"What about it?" I ask. I rub a lazy thumb at the bottom of her foot and her toes somehow rub my cock in just the right way. I've never had someone do this. I've never soaked in a bath with anyone. I can't even remember the last time I took a bath as opposed to a shower. But here I am, naked, cock being massaged by a very skilled foot and Jenny admitting with great detail how attractive she finds me.
I feel her other foot rest on my thigh as I watch her carefully. I want to remember her this way. Wet hair, bubbles stuck to her chest and the tips of her hair, her eyes staring into my soul while she has me at her mercy, foot on cock. I've never felt so at peace and on edge at the same time.
"How hard you get." She says, toes still playing. "The pulsing." I have to remember to breathe or I may pass out. "I bet you're going crazy right now." She smiles over at me.
I don't confirm that she's right. I squeeze her foot when she pushes it into my cock harder. I'm reminded of the little game she was playing earlier in the kitchen with my balls. The sharp pain of what she did. I want to ask her about it. Not now though. Later.
"Perfectly sane right now." I tell her.
Her eyebrow raises in a challenging manner and her hands disappear underneath the water. Her feet leave me and I want to grab them to keep them close, but she's too quick as she moves away.
"What else?" I ask as she slowly leaves her side of the tub to invade my side. I stay still, waiting for her to join me.
"Oh, you want me to stroke your ego a little more, do you?" Her tone is teasing and when she reaches me, she raises out of the water some. I immediately dart my eyes down to her breasts as they come back into view. Her skin reflects from the shine of the water and small clumps of bubbles slide down her breasts. Her hands rest at my shoulders and she's on my lap a second later.
I don't touch her, but I do admire her. Her hands slide to the back of my neck and I look up as she raises above me even more. Her fingers play at the nape of my neck, letting the tips of my hair there slide in between her fingers.
"You can stroke anything you'd like." I tell her.
"I thought you'd say that." She grins, a hand on my cock before she's even finished her sentence. I sigh and rest my head back on the rim of the tub, looking up at her with drowsy eyes.
She lowers her face to mine, her lips grazing against my open mouth. Her hand is becoming familiar to me. I look forward to it whenever it happens. Her fingers are long, skinny. Her wedding ring is absent for the first time.
I watch her free hand grab her breast and, leaning forward, I take that same nipple into my mouth, bubbles and all. I spit them out around her nipple then suck.
I close my eyes when she cradles my head with her free arm and her thumb caresses the side of my face. I look up at her and her face is contorted into one of pleasure as she watches me. I grab her thighs, pulling her closer, and she releases her hold on my dick just underneath the surface of the water.
Her nipple slides from my mouth and I look after it as she moves her body closer to me, effectively making her breasts move higher and farther away. My chin rests just above her navel as I look up at her. Her head tilts back while my hand slides between her legs from behind. She has them spread open on either side of me giving me perfect access. With one hand reaching around behind her, I use my other in front of her. Her hands squeeze my shoulders when I touch her pussy coming from both directions.
"Hmm," she looks down and I watch her reaction as I slowly slide a finger inside. She's quiet, her breath labored. But other than that, calm.
Wanting more reaction from her, I remove my finger in front and, using three fingers, find her clit and massage her there. Her breath quickens and she tilts her head back again. I grab her waist and pull her down, my hand following her as she sits on my lap. My dick is hard underneath the back of my hand as I continue to rub her clit. Her mouth reaches mine again, then she's on me.
I'm not prepared when her tongue slides into my mouth or when she wraps her arms around my head. She envelopes over top of me as I pleasure her between her legs. Her body shakes and twitches when I touch her in just the right spot, and she praises me by trying to slide her nipple back into my mouth. Her nipple rubs right past my lips and I turn my head to nibble at the skin of her breast. She makes another pass and her nipple is mine.
"Ohh, baby," she purrs, holding either side of my face while watching me. I sneak one hand away from between her legs and grab my cock and squeeze, stroking up and down once.
I let go of my dick when Jenny lowers herself down to it, her pussy resting against the underside perfectly. She grinds against me and I grab her hip to keep her steady with another hand firm on her lower back.
Pulling her nipple out of my mouth, she leans back, holding onto the sides of the tub, cock still nestled right against her pussy. She grinds against it achingly slow while pushing the bubbles in between us out of the way.
With a perfect view of our bodies underneath the water, I reach down and grab my cock, angling it toward her. She pulls back and allows enough room for the head to rest right at the opening of her pussy. I rub her there back and forth, extra pressure at her clit. She gasps each time until she can't handle it anymore and pulls away. She uses her fingers to rub herself there and watches me stroke myself under the water.
"Come closer." I try to convince her after a moment, grabbing the base of my cock and holding it toward her. Inviting her.
She gives me the smallest grin, and slowly moves forward, the tip of my cock right at the entrance of her pussy again. The bath water, a dull warm now, moves around us as she pushes forward and pulls back. She's not even allowing the tip to slide in. And I watch her do this. I let her do this.
When I finally thrust my hips forward as she's pushing toward me, the head slides inside just barely. She eyes me as she slowly pulls away. When she returns to me again, the entire head of my cock disappearance inside.
A couple more strokes back and forth from her and I'm all the way inside incased in the warmth of her pussy. I remove my hand and grab the edges of the bathtub. Jenny sits there a moment and rubs her clit in front of me with wet, soapy fingers.
She plays with herself, and simultaneously, plays with me without even trying. I watch her masturbate while she has my cock inside her and I'm in awe witnessing this. I reach a hand down and take over with my thumb without even thinking about it. She moves her hand out of the way easily and grabs the sides of the bathtub to balance herself.
She starts to move her body then, sliding half way off then pushing forward on my cock again. She sighs when I'm all the way back inside and she stays still for a moment. I feel inside as the walls of her pussy contract around my dick almost too fast to notice, but I do.
She continues, her movements becoming repetitive as she grinds onto my cock until she is thrusting her body onto me; forward and back. Some water spills over the edge of the tub, but she ignores it. I grab her waist and guide her onto me, pulling down on her hard as she comes forward, impaling herself on me.
"Ahh," she moans then leans forward, placing both hands on my chest. Water slaps loud against skin on the surface as she bounces above now.
We are losing bath water to the floor and Jenny seems to notice now. She glances over the edge to acknowledge the mess, but quickly forgets about it when I thrust upward as she's coming down on me. She pulls herself off of me unexpectedly and I groan while grabbing my cock to stroke.
"I'm getting pruny." She breathes, observing her fingers.
I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, playfully attempting to bite her fingers. She jerks her hand back with a smile and stands. Soapy water slides down her naked body as she gets out of the tub. She grabs a towel hooked on the wall nearby as I'm stand up. My cock is heavy between my legs and I spare a few strokes before letting go. I follow her out of the tub and her hand is on me immediately.
She bends over and takes me into her mouth. Her hands reach for my balls and she gives a gentle squeeze. I rest my hand on top of her head, moving with her head. She squats on the floor, looks up at me pleasingly and takes me cock back inside her mouth.
"Oh yeah," I commend her when she takes most of me inside. Water trails down my body everywhere, the towel Jenny had earlier forgotten about on the wet floor where I stand. I tremble from the coldness of the bathroom now that I'm out of the warm water, but ignore it. I have far better things to be focused on right now.
Jenny removes her mouth and looks up at me while slowly stroking my cock. "Let's dry off." She says, rubbing water droplets into my thigh with her hand. She raises to stand and grabs two clean towels from the built in shelving beside the bathroom door. I back her against the wall there beside the shelves as she's holding both of the towels and I grab her neck to kiss her jaw.
She hums with approval and I switch to her other side kissing up her temple then find my way back down to her mouth. She kisses me back on the side of my mouth and then directly on my lips. She hums again and I thrust my hips against her bare, wet stomach. Rubbing against her there is everything and also not enough all at once.
"Bed," she says, her hand reaching to open the bathroom door. It's even colder out in her bedroom than inside the bathroom. She uses her towel to dry herself off the best she can as we remain tangled around each other heading toward her bed. I don't even unfold the towel she gave me. I rub it along my arms and my thighs and drop it to the carpet as the back of Jenny's legs meet the side of the bed.
I grab her jaw this time using both hands and kiss her, both of us falling onto cold bedsheets. The kissing turns into a battle of control as we lay side-by-side on the bed, one of us trying to get the upper hand over the other. I'm fighting for it, but she's winning. She bites my bottom lip and I groan, opening my eyes to look at her.
She releases it and licks the side of my mouth, distracting me. Her legs are strong as she raises herself off of the bed and sits on top of me, successfully winning control. Her warm pussy grinds against my cock and I don't care anymore that she is on top. We both win in this scenario. She raises up without further thought, grabs my cock and slides down onto it with ease. With everything else feeling cold, my cock is the only thing I have the ability to focus on right now as she slides down over top of me fully incasing it with pure heat.
Adjusting only barely, she rides me, rocking her body against mine. I reach up for one of her breasts and squeeze as she claims the pleasure she wants from me. Her hands at my chest, I hold onto her wrists, reminding myself of the first time we had sex in my bedroom. Her feet are hooked behind her on the inside of my thighs and she is really taking it. It's not about me at all right now. This is about her. Her eyes close as her rhythm becomes frantic on top of me. Her moans, short bursts of heavy breathing and urgent releases of pleasure when she hits the right spot.
I'm amazed and extremely turned on watching her above me. I hold her thighs on either side of me and wait for her to make the next move. I don't think she could come like this. But she's clearly enjoying herself.
Her moans are loud and her finger tips dig and claw at my chest. I stare at the place in between our bodies where she's using me right now. I feel used and I love every second of it.
"Oh, Matt," she exhales loudly, breath shallow and frantic. She slows her movements and grinds against my body, cock still inside her. When she finally raises her body up, my clock flops out on to my stomach with a heavy thud. I'm so fucking hard and her hand is there a second later stroking me, keeping me warm.
I sit up on my elbows to watch her. She comes to me, kissing the side of my face again, biting at my jaw line then my ear lobe. She's an animal right now. She lowers her body to mine, sitting on my cock. She grinds onto me, her pussy soaked, sliding against the underside of my dick.
"Yes," I close my eyes when she spends extra time right at the head. Her frantic movements switch to calm and slow and I grab her hips to hold her still. I grind upward against her, causing the perfect amount of friction right along her swollen pussy.
"Ahh, ah," I breathe and loosen my hold on her hips as she grinds against me again. "Oh fuck."
"You like that, Matty?"
"Oh fuck," I whisper in response, watching her face as she looks down at me. It's almost too much. I grab the sheets and close my eyes.
"Are you going to come?"
I nod, eyes still closed.
"You're not allowed to yet." She says.
I open my eyes, "Fuck," I breathe out again. She rises up onto her knees, straddling my body.
"Please," I say, stroking my cock underneath her. She shakes her head and looks down to watch me.
She removes herself from on top of me and crawls to the head of the bed. I sit up, quickly following right behind her. In a doggy style position, I settle behind her, lean over her body to bite her upper back and nestle my cock right up against her. She pushes back against me and shakes her ass back and forth.
I groan against her back, biting her skin there. Reaching a hand between us. I grab my dick and slide it back inside of her. We both sigh and she lowers her upper body flush to the bed and keeps her ass up, presented to me.
I sit upright, looking down and smack her ass. She yelps and grabs her pillow as I grind into her, my hands secure on the bed on either side of her, arms locked. Rocking into her, she looks back at me, moaning, her mouth open.
"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me--" she begs.
I'm silent, only heavy breathing as I try to give her what she wants. I'm not going to last. I can feel it. But I'm not allowed to come yet. That's what she said. How do I just not come? That doesn't seem possible.
Continuing, I slow my rhythm. This makes her raise her upper body from the bed again. She grinds back against me, fast. I grab her hips, trying to slow her down. Which then turns into trying to stop her all together. I'm going to come. There's no stopping it.
"I'm gonna come." I warn her. But she doesn't stop. "Oh fuck," I say, pulling out of her. I stroke myself, catching my come in my other hand behind her. "Fuck." I say under my breath. Jenny turns around and watches me as I come in my hand.
I finish and settle down on the bed careful not to get any of it on her sheets. "Sorry," I say, still out of breath.
"Don't move." She says then gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom, she's in there in the dark for just seconds before returning to me with several tissues. I clean the come from my hand and she takes the wadded up tissues from me and tosses them down onto the floor.
"I couldn't stop it." I say, feeling bad. She didn't come.
"Shhh," she says and lays down in front of me on her back. Her head is right in front of my dick and she angles her head in just the right way and moves forward, taking me into her mouth.
I'm sensitive from just coming, but it's still nice. She takes me out of her mouth and holds me in her hand, "Tell me if you want me to stop." She says.
Why would I want her to stop? I shake my head, and lean over her, watching her suck my cock. Her legs are hanging off of the side of the bed and I rub a hand down between her breasts and over her stomach until I reach between her legs. She's still as soaked as before. I sink my middle finger between her folds and the wetness of her arousal sounds clear in the quiet room.
Sounds of her sucking at just the head of my dick are just as nice while I look down at her again. She's watching my reaction to her. Removing my cock from her mouth, I touch the side of her face and rub my thumb across her cheek while fingering her. When I sink my middle finger inside, I feel her back arch off the bed and she closes her eyes. I remove my finger and rub long gentle strokes against her clit.
"Move up here." I tell her, motioning to the head of the bed. She stays on her back and scoots herself up. I follow her, aiming between her legs. I lower down on my stomach, push her legs open and bury my face down to her pussy. Her hands dart into my damp hair immediately.
Her hips move with my mouth and I seal my lips over her clit and her whole body stills, other than her hands holding tight at my hair, keeping my head close to her between her thighs. Heavy breathes come form her and I look up, watching her twitch and her breasts shake with any movement she makes. Sliding both hands up her body, I grab her breasts, watching her push through the agony during a most pleasurable state.
"Mmmmm," her hips twitch, moving my tongue away from my target momentarily and her fingers tighten in my hair to scold me for losing it.
"Wasn't my fault," I say against her skin.
"Keep going." She ignores me, pulling my hair to keep me close, right where she wants me.
I do as she says, finding the spot again, covering my mouth over her and flicking my tongue. I look up to watch her again, rubbing my thumbs over hard nipples above me. She looks down to watch, her mouth wide open in pleasure. She's trying to keep her hips still, but she can only take so much. I try to follow her movements any time she makes one and am quite successful at it until it becomes too unbearable for her.
She removes her hold from my hair and grabs my hands holding both of her breasts. "Mmm," she praises me, and I feel her clit jolt under my tongue and pulse around my mouth. Her arousal is covering most of my mouth by now, my chin drenched. I don't stop. She had a small orgasm. I felt it, but it wasn't the one she wanted. And because she hasn't stopped me yet, it's clear that she wants me to keep going. So I do. My mouth stays locked on her, the rest of my body unmoving. Even my hands are removed from her breasts and locked at her sides as I give my full concentration to one thing and one thing only.
I block out her moans and any movement I think she might make. I'm not stopping until she makes me. I adjust my mouth against her, only removing myself momentarily to move further up for a more comfortable position. And them I'm latched onto her. I block her stare out of my view, closing my eyes to only feel her against my tongue. I hold her hips down when she starts to distract me with movement.
Flicking over her clit with the tip of my tongue, I inhale a breath of air around her wet skin and exhale hot air back out then seal my lips back around her, relying on only my nose to breathe now which is nuzzled right up against her mound. My arms are strong over her hips and she is loud above me, but I block her out until I feel her hand on my forehead and she's pushing me away. I open my eyes then feel a large pulsing against my tongue. My hearing is back full force and she moves her body further up the bed away from me. There is a wet spot on the bed in front of me and I look up at her and watch as she sighs heavily, her legs closed now, trembling.
"Oh my god," she says, when I crawl up to her. She kisses me, her juices still coated over my lips and chin. I don't need to come again. I'm hard, but it will go away if I ignore it. I'm tired. Exhausted actually. Most of my adrenaline is gone from my fight with Michael earlier and after all of this activity with Jenny, I am close to passing out.
After several minutes of silence and taking the time to wipe my mouth dry with the blanket, I settle down beside Jenny. She faces me and her head naturally finds my chest to rest on.
We lay side-by-side in the mess of sex we made on top of once cold bedsheets, now warm with our combined body heat. Sweat lingers over my chest, arms.. everywhere. I glance over to the window across the room. A street light is visible from here and snow fall is illuminated in the yellow beam of light.
I feel Jenny's fingers linger at the middle of my chest playing with the short hair that grows there. Her head rests close by on top of me still and I feel wetness there where her head is laying. I know she's crying. I rub her shoulder and look down to her as I tilt her chin up. She doesn't try to hide the tears in her eyes as she looks up at me. I kiss her forehead. Her nose. Her lips.
She kisses me back without hesitating.
"Are you okay?" I ask, still rubbing her shoulder with my thumb. She nods against me, not breaking eye contact. "You can tell me if you're not." I tell her.
"I know." She says. That doesn't mean she would tell me though.
We fall quiet and another tear falls. "Why are you crying if you're okay?"
She waits for what seems like a long time to answer me. I don't even know that she knows the answer to my question. "I'm happy." She finally says.
I'm confused at her answer. "Happy? You're crying, Jenny." I poke her cheek and a small smile breaks through.
"And sad." She admits.
"Happy and sad?"
She nods.
"Why are you sad?" I ask, wanting her to elaborate.
"Sad. My husband. Michael. My life. It's not what I thought it was. My life could have been so different. I love my life, Matt, but I could have loved my life just as much if it weren't this one."
"And happy?" I ask.
"Happy," she looks away from me. Her hand covers mine, resting on my stomach. "You."
"What about me?"
"I'm not stroking your ego again, Matthew." She says, returning her eyes to mine.
I smile and shake my head. "That's not what I meant."
"I know." She says. "Not specifically you. The idea of you. What I could have had. I'm so happy to experience you. I didn't have a you when I was your age."
"What did you have?"
"Rules. Boundaries." She explains. "Expectations."
"No fun?"
"No fun." She confirms.
"And your husband?"
"What about him?" She asks cautiously.
"No fun?" I ask.
She pauses. "At one time, maybe." I gather that she doesn't want to talk about her husband when she leaves it at that. I don't push at it.
"I'm happy I could give you fun." I say. Her legs move over to cover mine and she settles against my chest further. I tighten my arm around her, feeling my heart returning to a reasonable rate.
She doesn't respond and we are quiet for several minutes until I hear continuous small breaths coming from her.
I kiss the side of her head and close my eyes. A little chilly now, I'm careful as I pull the sheet up to cover both of us fully. Jenny stirs in her sleep as I cover her shoulders, then she settles again.
I wake up early Sunday morning. I forget where I am when I open my eyes, but eventually I put it together. Jenny is laying on her back beside me. The sun is barely rising when my eyes dart over to the window. The snow has stopped but the bedroom is so cold. My nipples are hard and chills run up my arms. I pull the blanket up to my mouth and turn on my side to face Jenny. Her naked chest moves up and down in time with her slow breathing.
I can feel my cock hard, alive and well, ready to start the day. Jenny looks so peaceful as she sleeps. I think about our talk last night. Her confessions of happiness as well as sadness. She had never been so candid with me before that. A window of trust was cracked opened wider last night between the two of us that I don't think was there before.
Underneath the thin sheet, Jenny's bare legs are slightly open and I easily move between them and lay down. Her pussy glistens in front of me as I move closer, my body concealed under the sheet from her. I kiss her there, just directly above her clit. Then lower, my tongue slowly grazing between her lips. She stirs above out of my view outside of the sheet. Her thighs rise off of the bed just enough for me to get my arms underneath for more room. I wrap my arms around her thighs and press my hands on top of her stomach.
I kiss her there again and flatten my tongue to lick from bottom to top, stopping right above her clit. Her hips squirm under my hold and she lifts the sheet up to look down at me between her legs. She moans when I lick her the same way again while she watches. The sheet falls back down to conceal me and I feel her hands grip on to my arms, holding me close to her.
I raise to sit on my knees in front of her, the sheet puddling behind me. Jenny spreads her legs wide in front of me and I rub my hands along both of them, moving upward. She pulls her pillow from under her head, laying it beside her and her head falls flat to the mattress. She closes her eyes, stretching her body in front of me. I grab her sides first and press my thumbs into her belly right under her ribs and rub down to her hips, her arms raise above her head as the stretch continues, accompanied with a yawn.
I press a warm hand flat on her stomach and hover above her as her stretch concludes. She smiles up at me, finally unmoving and relaxed.
"Good morning." I say.
A sleepy smile is revealed and she glances at the clock on her nightstand. It's still really early. Too early. I move my hand back up to her neck and repeat the downward rubbing motion over her breasts and down to her stomach. My cock stands at attention in between us and I stroke myself while touching her between her legs with two wandering fingers.
"Sleep good?" I ask.
She nods, her eyes squinting as she smiles. She covers her face, hiding herself from me and stretches her body again. Her stomach sinks and her rib cage protrudes from the stretch as her breasts heave forward. I rub a thumb over her hardened nipple and she jerks away from me and laughs.
"Your fingers are freezing." She complains.
"Are they?" I smile and reach for her other nipple.
She jerks away again, breasts bouncing then swaying as she makes the quick movement. I lean down, capturing her nipple in my warm mouth.
She groans and doesn't even think to pull away from me this time. I suck and nibble at her skin then switch to her other nipple, repeating for several minutes back and forth. Jenny's hands rub the back of my neck and she pushes her chest forward.
I pull back, touching her with cold fingers and she jerks away again, laughing. She covers her face with her arms and stretches her body once more. Admiring her, I smile and sit up, moving closer to angle my cock down to her pussy and tap several times. I rub her there in small circles. She removes her arms from hiding her face and watches below. Her hand reaches between us and she rubs her fingers over the head of my cock and pushes it downward. Ignoring her cold fingers, I push forward, sliding just inside. Back and forth, I push further until my dick is completely blanketed in the warmth of her pussy. A sigh of satisfaction comes from Jenny and she spreads her legs wider, giving me more room as I hover over her body. Her hands wrap around the back of my neck again and she pulls me down to her.
I bury my face into her neck, embracing a warm missionary position with her. She pulls the sheet up with her toes and it covers my back as I move against her with slow, lazy thrusts.
Gradually moving against her becomes faster, breaths turn heavy and our combined body heat warms both of us up quickly. The sheet eventually falls off of my back as I sit up and continue a steady movement into her. She holds her legs open for me and I watch her as she looks down between our bodies. Her mouth is open and her eyebrows are drawn close together. Her face of pleasure that I can't seem to take my eyes away from.
One of her hands reaches between our bodies and she rubs herself. I watch her hand as I slide out of her. Two of her fingers, middle and ring, immediately slip inside once my cock is cleared. She slides her other hand down and rubs her clit, each hand responsible for their own movement of pleasure. I move lower on the bed between her legs. Biting her thigh without too much force, I move her hands out of the way with my face and cover her with my mouth.
"Hmmm," she moans, her hips grinding upward. I hold her down and look up at her, mouth sealed directly over her pussy. I groan back against her and her thighs shake as she watches me. Her head falls back and her fingers thread through my hair.
"Ohh, Matt," she whispers, her hips shaking again. Her fingers tighten in my hair and her breath hitches and her body spasms, trying to get away from my mouth just like last night. She sighs loudly and inhales a sharp breath when my mouth comes back for more. I can feel her pussy throbbing and convulsing under my tongue.
My ego swells at her reaction to me and I am not even ashamed of it. I rest my head on her thigh, watching her come down. I rub my thumb over her clit and she jumps and pushes my hand away.
Smiling, I raise my head and look up at her. "Doing okay up there?"
"Barely." She exhales.
Moving back up to her, I bury my face into her neck and stop myself short of wanting to bite her there. She's already warned me of that last night. I lick her neck instead, trailing kisses up her jaw and then I look down at her. Her eyes are glazed over from what I can see of her from the dim light coming through the window.
Looking down to her breast, I squeeze her there and shake it back and forth before rubbing my thumb over her nipple. My hands are warmer now than before and she doesn't fuss or move away from my touch this time.
I move to lay down beside Jenny and she turns to lay on her side beside me. Her hand wraps around my cock and she pauses for a moment, resting her head on my chest.
Feeling lazy, I scoot closer to her side and grab her leg closest to me, letting her drape it over my body while she lays on her back. Moving closer from beside her, I rub my cock against her pussy and slide inside. Rubbing gentle fingers against her clit, I'm slow with my movements as I grind into her. Her foot is pressed into the bed behind me right against my ass. I feel it each time I grind into her and pull out.
I glide my hand up to her breast and squeeze her there, playing with her nipple for a moment before sliding my hand further up around her neck. I watch her face and I slide in and out of her. I keep this position for several minutes before she moves her foot. She remains on her back but spreads her legs open to the side, bent at the knee. I move further against her, my stomach grazing against the bottom of her thigh as I thrust into her while laying on my side.
Her eyes close as I drive into her in what I would call a lazy sex position. I grab her breast again, squeezing on and off and close my own eyes, still driving into her at a faster pace now. My abdomen smacks loudly against the under side of her thigh.
"Ah ahh ah," I move my hand from her breast up to her neck and squeeze. Her hand comes up to mine and she turns her head to look at me. She doesn't try to move my hand away and she doesn't say anything to suggest that she doesn't want it.
"Yes," she closes her eyes tight as I thrust hard against her.
"Oh fuck," I squeeze her neck harder when I feel the beginning sign that I'm about to come. I don't pull out and I don't stop at all. I've discovered quickly within the last 12 hours that this is the best feeling in the world, coming inside a woman.
"Ahh," I'm loud and I remove my hand from her neck when I realize I'm squeezing harder than I'm comfortable with. I hold her body right underneath her breast at her ribs and continue my thrusts even as I feel myself coming. "Ahh, ohhh fuck." I watch her face as I empty everything I have inside of her.
When my orgasm comes to an end and nothing but heavy breathing is left, I release her body from the tight hold I have on her. Cock still nestled completely inside, we lay unmoving.
I touch her chest, placing my hand over her heart. Hers is racing about as fast as mine is right now.
"Hey," I say.
She looks at me, waiting. I don't follow up saying anything back though like I know she expects.
"Hey." She says, instead.
"Hey." I repeat, closing my eyes, still out of breath.
"Shut up," Jenny laughs and swats at my chest.
"Careful," I joke, guarding my nipples from her cold hands.
"Oh yeah?" her hands reach for my chest, but I don't jerk away like she would. Her hands are freezing and I deal with the cold, because I want her to touch me. She grins at me and turns away on her side. My cock slips out of her and I move closer to her back to spoon her body with mine.
She holds my arm around her front, kissing my hand. I adjust, pulling the sheet up to cover both of us then return my arm around her.
"I should leave soon." My voice is calm and soft next to her ear. She rubs the top of my hand with the tips of her fingers, then acknowledges me with a light squeeze.
"Probably." She nods, but her hold on me tightens and I move even closer to her, flush with her backside.
Dragging ourselves regretfully out of the bed after several more minutes pass, we both saunter into the bathroom. She turns the shower on and we both step inside. She makes me stand with my back facing under the hot water and she lowers to her knees, stroking my cock, I hand her the soap when she asks for it and she lathers and cleans my body for me again.
I'm hard again, but it's not urgent. It's just because she's touching me and it feels nice. Once the soap is rinsed, I watch her hands rub along my chest and up to my neck, I lean down, grazing my lips against hers lazily. Water falls over my face and onto hers.
We switch places for Jenny to stand underneath the falling water. Her hand dips between her legs, washing, dipping her fingers inside and we both watch as my come rinses off of her fingers and down the drain.
When we are out of the shower and dried off, Jenny sits on her bed as she watches me dress myself in the clothes I had on yesterday. She's still only wrapped in a towel and I approach her, fully clothed. She raises to her knees on the end of the bed and wraps her arms around my neck. I reach for her waist. Not realizing it at first, but she's hugging me. I hold her tighter, inhaling her scent.
*
I declined a ride home from her that morning and left with a feeling of satisfaction mixed well with regret. Not regretting what we did, but what more we could have done. I don't know when I will see Jenny again. I left her on good terms, but I know how she gets in her head when she starts thinking about it. I'm sure she spiraled after I left that morning. She probably really thought about what she did. Just like last time.
Michael came over two weeks later and we made up before Christmas break. He broke up with Anna when he found out from another friend that she was cheating on him. He apologized for how he acted, all but begged for my forgiveness. I apologized, too and put it all behind us. He didn't mention anything alarming about Jenny, but he did mention his dad being back in town for the remainder of December, and that's all I allowed myself to hear. He may have talked about his dad some more after that, but I wasn't having it, I blocked him out at that point until I was sure the subject had changed.
The weather was horrible after the new year and the snow didn't lighten up until late February. My second semester started out pretty boring. The only class that didn't bother me was Biology, and it was only because of one thing. Well, one person.
Cora was new to the school. Her family moved her close by and she started after the second semester had already begun. I didn't notice her right away. Not until she actually spoke to me.
*
"You using this?" She approaches me at the black top lab desk one day. I look up at her from my notes, wearing my safety glasses and the provided clear apron. Her own safety glasses are barely hanging on her face over her small nose. She's pointing to a beaker filled with some chemical solution inside.
I've been caught speechless before, but this is different. I'm not a child anymore. On the cusp of being an adult, this girl has somehow pressed a reboot button on me that I didn't even know existed. I forget words and what they mean. I just stare at the poor girl.
"Is he deaf?" She asks my desk neighbor. I'm guessing she shakes her head at her because she tries with me again.
"Hello?" She says, waving the beaker in front of me. "This? Can I have?"
I nod, my rebooted brain finally kicking in. I swallow hard and she stares right back at me.
"You got a lab partner on this?" She points at the worksheet in front of me. I don't answer her. I stare at the worksheet trying to come up with words that make sense.
"I could really use some help on this." She adds after I don't respond.
"He doesn't have a lab partner." My desk neighbor answers for me, annoyance laced in her voice. I look over at her, her safety glasses rest on top of her head. "No I'm not his girlfriend." She's talking directly to this other girl. "I don't swing that way. His name is Matthew. He's a senior." She lists off everything she knows about me. I don't even know my desk neighbors name and she knows all of this about me? "I'm pretty sure he's single and being lab partners would benefits him more than you, if you know what I mean."
Did she just call me dumb? "Hey," I say, scowling at her.
"He speaks!"The girl holding my beaker exclaims. "My name is Cora." I look away from my desk neighbor.Matt." I say after a pause. All my knowledge of conversing slowing returns after being insulted by my desk neighbor. I shoot her a glare and she shrugs her shoulders. Cora pulls up a chair and sits on my other side, returning the beaker where she found it on my desk.
*
My desk neighbor had been right, of course. Cora being my lab partner in that class surely helped me pass. There's no other explanation. The only time I ever saw Cora during the school day was in that class. It was to the point where I would look forward to Biology just to see her. She would do most of the talking. For as intelligent as she came off, I was nervous I'd say something stupid.
I made her laugh often. Silly jokes here and there. Nothing special. I found out she was a senior just like me. She explained that she should have been in honors biology, but where she was late starting the semester, there wasn't a spot open for her in that class. She had to settle for this class. This made me think about our first meeting when she said she needed help with that assignment. She didn't really need my help. I wondered what her motive actually was that day? I never came to a conclusion on my own and wasn't brave enough to call her out on it or simply ask her.
Opening up to her more over the next month, talking to her became second nature. We got into this habit of shit talking to each other. Mostly her to me. "Get your head out of your ass, Matt." It was routine. She'd smack the back of my arm if I wasn't paying attention in class and I'd reach under the desk to squeeze her knee for smacking me. Sometimes she'd push my hand away, sometimes she wouldn't.
Cora was pretty. I would have to be blind to miss that. I had a crush on her and it developed rather quickly. I broke down and finally told Michael about her one day when he was over. He didn't believe me when I described her and that I actually liked a girl like that. When he met her a week later, we all hung out as friends. Just the three of us. Only Michael knew my true feelings.
March and April flew by and Cora and I grew so close, we knew almost everything there was to know about each other, save a few well guarded secrets here and there.
I haven't had any contact with Jenny since that cold, December morning. Sometimes at night, I'll replay heated moments we shared while I'm laying in bed. Recalling memories to jerk off to that I know will get me off. I decided to slow down with that though, being sparing with what I try to get myself off to. I noticed that started to slow down in March.
And that brings me back to present day. The month of May, one week before graduation and trying to get over a mild head cold that Cora gave to me. My phone alerts on my nightstand and I reach over to grab it.
Speak of the Devil. It's Cora. She's calling me. I slide my finger across the bottom of the screen to answer her call and hold the phone up to my ear.
"Hey, loser," she says, "you still dying?"
"No thanks to you." I blame her.
"Boo." She says. "Look at the picture I just sent you and tell me what you think."
My phone vibrates and I put her on speaker then switch over to her text message. I tap on the picture, making it full screen. She's standing in what looks like a dressing room wearing a short, black dress. It hugs her body along all of her curves that, honestly, I didn't know of which some existed.
"What's that for?" I ask, zooming in on her legs.
"What do you think? Graduation." She says.
"Hm," still zoomed in, I drag my finger moving around to see other parts of the picture while still zoomed in. Her breasts appear and they look perfect in the dress.
"Well?" She asks.
"What?"
"How does it look? Okay for graduation?"
"Yeah, it's good."
"You have a suit or are you renting?" She asks.
"Why do you have so many questions when I'm sick?" I complain.
"I don't know. I guess I'm just excited!" She raises her voice, her tone is giddy.
"Hm," I groan and switch the call off of speaker and hold the phone back to my ear.
"Can I bring you anything?" She asks, concerned now.
"Silence." I answer.
She doesn't say anything in response. I pull my phone away from my ear to see if she hung up on me, but the minutes are still ticking by on my screen showing the call hasn't dropped.
"Very funny," I say, bringing the phone back to my ear.
"Ask and you shall receive, Matthew."
"I have everything I need." I tell her. "Thank you for offering though."
Cora and I talk for the next half hour about our plans for graduation night, including Michael of course. She talks about how Michael has mentioned to her that he wants to get an apartment with me after we get out there on our own with enough money under both of our names. I know about his plan. I didn't mention it to her because I don't see it coming to fruition. I haven't talked to him about it yet. I'll let future Matt worry about that problem when it comes time to. For now, present Matt doesn't have to worry about it.
I wake up still in my bed right before 5 that same afternoon. It's been at least 4 hours since my call with Cora. My phone is laying beside my head. When I pick it up, my lock screen lights up. I fell asleep while on the phone with her. I text message her, letting her know.
Cora: I figured as much. You were snoring. I put it together quite easily.
Me: I don't snore.
Cora: That's cute. You don't think you snore.
I shake my head, smiling and lock my phone and put it on charge on my nightstand since the battery is low. If I did snore, it's because of this damn head cold Cora gave me.
I grab my phone again, unlocking it to pull up her message from earlier. I tap on the picture again and look at it before zooming in like before. I start at her face and move down her body.
I have it bad for this girl. I know I do. I think I've trapped myself in the friend zone with her during those first couple months when I struggled to open up to her. I don't even think Michael could work his magic on this one for me like he used to back in the day when I liked a random girl. The friendship with Cora feels sealed and solid. It's clear that's what she wants with me and nothing more.
That doesn't mean I can't be attracted to the girl, friend or not. I turn over in my bed to my other side and stroke my cock while looking at her picture on my phone. I reach my hand up, spitting across my palm and finger and reach back down to grab my length. My hand slides fast as I jerk off right under my sheet.
"Oh yeah," I whisper, looking at her smiling face. "Ahh." I zoom in, looking at her chest.
I'm about to come. I stroke faster and zoom back out to see her entire body standing there in the dressing room. "Ahh," I'm so close. My screen goes black and when I tap it to bring it back to life nothing happens.
"Fuck." My phone died.
I keep stroking, forgetting about my phone. I close my eyes and picture her in my head. Seconds before coming, I sit up then come under my sheet, not caring about the mess. I was planning on changing my sheets today anyway.
I feel the come sliding down my hands and on my balls. I continue with some follow up strokes, her body still etched in my memory clear as day when I closed my eyes.
My cock softens and I wipe my hand clean with a tissue from my nightstand. That's not the first time I've jerked off thinking about Cora and it won't be last. I fall asleep again, still exhausted. I have crazy dreams and they jump back and forth between Cora and Jenny. Mainly Jenny takes up most of the space during my dreaming.
When my biology class is the location of one of my last dreams, Jenny appears to be the teacher and Cora is in her normal seat she would always be in when we still had class. Jenny is holding a long ruler and points it at the white board. There's a lifelike drawing of lips next to a hard dick. Beside me, Cora leans over and lowers her head down to my lap. My cock is already out and ready and she slides it down her throat with ease like Jenny always did.