Copywrite 2001 Rhia Luna Both characters portrayed are over 18 years of age.
Shower Hour
I wake to find you gone, a space beside me. My dreams last night were... interesting. You did some wonderful things to me in the night as I slept. And now you're not here. I roll over in bed, vaguely turned on already by my dreams. The boxers I wear as pajamas are slightly wet. My nipples are hard, even though it's plenty warm in your bed. Since you are not around to play with, I slide a hand under the waistband of my boxers. My fingers find my damp mound. I play with the hair, stroke my fingers around my inner thighs. My nipples get harder, pressing through my almost- transparent shirt. I am just about to slide my finger against my clit when I hear the door open. You appear in the doorway, a bag of muffins in hand.
"Oh, am I interrupting something?" you ask slyly.
"No," I blush, "I just... had some nice dreams." I'm always a bit embarrassed when you catch me at it.
"Well then. I brought breakfast for you, since I woke up early. But maybe that will have to wait."
You put the bag down on the table and shrug out of your coat. I see your beautiful breasts through your shirt -- you're wearing a soft cotton shirt that manages to be baggy and yet drape at the same time, showing everything under it. I remove my hand from my boxers, thinking that you'll probably be doing more for me very soon. You kick off your shoes and sit on the edge of the bed to remove your socks. I feel like you're taking an extra-long time, just to torture me. Maybe you are.
Socks and shoes removed, you turn to face me. You lean down and gently kiss me. Then you lie down next to me, on top of the blankets. I pull my hands out from under the blankets and run them up and down your back, under your shirt, fingernails just barely scratching your skin. You writhe with pleasure. You kiss me again, harder this time. Your tongue searches mine out and we lose ourselves in the pleasure of the kiss. You look up at the clock on your bedside table.
"But," you say "we only have an hour before class."
"Oh. That's just enough time."
"I need to shower."
"Oh, darn." I say flirtingly. "maybe I'll have to join you."
You get up and slide out of your jeans and shirt. Your undies and bra disappear with similar dispatch. I watch you, naked, walk to the door and take your thick terry-cloth robe from the door. You throw it on and look at me expectantly. I get up and take your hand. Not speaking, we walk down the hall to the bathroom. No one sees us or is in the bathroom. You take two towels from your cubby and I grab the shampoo and soap. We choose our favourite shower, and open the door. As soon as we are inside and the door is locked, you pull my tank-top and boxers off me and hang them up. Your hands roam all over my body -- my back, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my butt. I slide your robe off your shoulders and hang it up over my clothes. Our skin touches together, rubbing smooth and silky against each other. I breathe in your scent, my mouth finds yours. While we kiss, you reach back and turn the water on -- warm but not too hot, just the way I like it. Once the water warms up, we step into the stream of the shower, water cascading over your back and onto my shoulders. You bend down and take one of my breasts in your mouth, your tongue searching around my nipple, sending shivers down my spine despite the warm water. I open my mouth, moaning silently -- there are sounds outside the shower, someone is in the bathroom. This only turns me on more. You take my other breast in your mouth, your hands begin to roam down my back, over my butt, down my legs, your fingers reaching around into my inner thighs. I push against you, wanting you, desire taking over my body. You respond to my movement, pushing back. My hands crawl over your back, fingernails tracing a design down your spine. Your mouth finds mine again and we kiss, our tongues dancing around each other. I reach up and angle the showerhead down, it is spraying in my face. Then I put my hands on your shoulders, pushing you down to a kneeling position. You gaze up at me, kneeling in front of me, love in your eyes. Still holding my eyes, you thrust your tongue against my clit. My legs turn to jelly -- I hold myself up, bracing against the walls of the shower stall. Waves of pleasure pulse through me. All of a sudden you stop. You stand up.
"No time for us to go separately" you whisper.
Your fingers find my aching clit. My fingers dance around your mound until your breath catches in your throat, then I find your clit. We rub each other, pushing against each other, setting up a wonderful rhythm. But I know what you really want. I slide two fingers inside you, my other hand rubbing your clit. I slide my fingers in and out of you, hard, fast, in time to you stroking my clit. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy rolls through me, through you. I can't tell where I end and you begin.
"I love you" I whisper.
I am so close to coming, I can't stand it. So close, so close. But I want us to come together, so I force myself to calm down a little. I can tell you're not ready yet. I lean forward, sucking your nipple. You arch back, I can feel your vagina push against my fingers. This is what I was waiting for. I push harder than ever, adding a finger, so that three of my fingers are inside you, beckoning, finding your G-spot. I let myself go, and we come together, rocking together silently as our orgasms overtake us.
Spent, we look at each other, love binding us together. I pull my fingers out of you, you gasp slightly and kiss me. We kiss gently, hugging in the shower of water. Then you pull away.
"May I wash your back, my lady?"
Somehow, no matter how boring classes may be, I know this can't possibly be a bad day.