5 comments/ 27188 views/ 13 favorites Accidental Submission By: NarcissusRex The first time, I was sure I had imagined it. I didn't so much as look to check. The difference between fantasy and reality was perfectly clear-cut. I felt the same way the second. There was a fan on in the room, things were moving around, the sensation on my chest couldn't have been what I thought it was. Impossible. The third time, I allowed myself the briefest of glances down. I managed to suppress most of my reaction, but I couldn't help widening my eyes for a fraction of a second. No two ways about it- her finger was tracing its way around the edge of the collar of my T-shirt. My RA from down the hall, two years older and apparently more or less unattainable. About an hour ago, she'd followed up on a promise to come by and look at an interesting anime we'd discussed earlier. We'd watched the first episode, agreed that is was pretty good, and sat down to talk about it for a bit. Being a bit of an otaku, I'd mentioned that I identified with the main character's copious porn collection. This wasn't exactly a point of pride, but it had slipped out in casual conversation. Much to my relief, it only really elicited an eyebrow raise. A few minutes later, the conversation turned to hard drive space. I took a look to see just how much of mine was empty. To my immense chagrin, she'd asked the question that I was most hoping to avoid: "well, shit- how much of that is porn, anyway?" I couldn't do much besides laugh. Neither of us had had anything to drink, but it was late at night, getting towards the peak of exam season, so there was a certain sort of intoxicating quality to the tiredness. That was probably why I decided to take the "manly and courageous" approach and be honest. "Yeah, probably a couple of gigabytes of images, if I'm being honest." She seemed surprised by that, but, to my relief, not totally disgusted. "What, just a few gigs? Lame." In my mind, this was already absurd. I was talking about my porn folder with Steffi Goldman, the girl I'd had a bit of a crush on more or less since I first saw her, and who'd always seemed in that mysterious female dimension several miles above my own. In that spirit, without really thinking much, I pressed my luck a little further. "Hey, some of us save for quality, not quantity. Prime material." As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt like an idiot, wincing a little as I braced for the inevitable. Instead, she responded with a bemused laugh, sitting back on the couch with an utterly nonchalant slouch. "Pff. Yeah, right. Probably a parade of totally generic lesbianism and overkill tits." "Come on now, I'm not that boring." The next words might as well have been a shotgun blast. But, with a shrug, I set hand to trackpad and reacted when she said, "Prove it." Grimacing with embarrassment but, for some reason, determined to stick to my guns, I double-clicked the folder entitled "Female Appreciation" and began the "show." In an attempt to mitigate the awkwardness- not really her concern, but I definitely felt it- I kept up a running commentary as I ran through the files. By a few minutes, I was appreciating the Youtube-esque commentator quality of my voice, and feeling oddly comfortable in the bizarre moment. "...so yeah, that's a penis. And that's a ballgag. That... well, she's cute, that's about all there is to it. That's pretty damn dominant. Oh look, so's that one." I realized that I'd hit a vein of BDSM content, nestled in between plenty of more conventional material. "Yep, she's doing some interesting stuff with his penis. That's a gag again. Neat. Mhmm. Handjob. A little dull, but I liked the visual style." Right around there, I felt the first contact. A few seconds later, there was no doubt that, for some inexplicable reason, she was playing with my chest. I had no idea how to react. This was decidedly not in the playbook. With no other options presenting themselves, I kept rolling forward, trying not to let my confusion leak into the "guided tour." About a dozen pictures later, I was hoping, increasingly frantically, that my collection would take a turn in a different direction. In the back of my mind, I berated myself for not organizing. Right about then, I felt my voice catch for a split second, slipping a few syllables and forcing me to take a second to restart. My pulse accelerated a little. More surprisingly, she laughed. "You were saying?" I swallowed, still far from capable of rationally dealing with the situation. She seemed to lean in a little closer, an unignorably present warmth next to me, hand casually wandering over the front of my shirt. Breathing a little more heavily, but trying as hard as I could to keep it under control, I kept talking, pace slightly accelerated as I worked to keep speaking without paying heed to the rest of the situation. At some level, I was fully aware that I enjoyed it. Even so, nervousness carried the day by a huge margin. Her side was in contact with mine. Her hand was on my chest. I was confused. "Hey, you know, I can stop if you want. I'm tired, I'm sorry, this is inappropriate as all hell." "No, it's okay, I... I don't mind." I felt blood surge to my face as soon as I shut my mouth. Any sort of decision-making capacity had been utterly bypassed for that one. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of just how much I didn't mind. Her arm slipping around my shoulder did nothing at all to help the situation. Part of me wanted to reciprocate, but I was terrified of overstepping some sort of boundary. Nothing about this was remotely predictable. Frantically drumming my fingers on the arm of the couch for a moment, I reached back to the laptop, clearing my throat and attempting to do the one thing that I understood here. "If you're sure you're okay with this... well, might be fun if you took your shirt off." I coughed a few times, not entirely clear on what I'd just heard. I looked over to her, taking a deep breath and making eye contact. This made things a little better: she was more confident than me by a long shot, but I could make out a clear note of uncertainty. This was just as unplanned for her as it was for me. Somehow, that was reassuring. Even if she was completely taking the lead, she wasn't a machine. Relaxing enough for a small smile, I nodded, holding the moment before realizing I hadn't moved yet, hurriedly fumbling with the suddenly complex bottom edge of my shirt. She responded with a brief flash of a grin, resting her chin on my shoulder and reaching down to help me, her hands seeming more stable than mine by several orders of magnitude. Between the two of us, we soon had my torso bare, leaving me to slightly shiver at the realization of just how little stood between my body and her. "Don't be scared, Jon. I'm having a good time and I think you are too. Just relax. You're in good hands." The message was a simple one, but the tone of responsibility made it unexpectedly calming. An upperclassman, slightly taller than me, and quite clever, Steffi was easy to trust. While I was still more than a little nervous, letting her take the wheel felt like a safe decision. She seemed to notice the moderate sense of relaxation, gently rubbing my shoulder while venturing down towards the contours of my stomach. The lower chest was one thing, but the skin of my stomach was much more sensitive. I couldn't help but squirm at the unexpected sensation, leaning towards her for support before I fully realized what was happening. The new closeness was warm, with her quiet laugh for a soundtrack. She seemed pleasantly surprised, slowly moving her palm over my stomach and enjoying my slight wriggling movements. "Here. Let's try something a bit more comfortable. Looks like you appreciate some contact, let's do something for that. Right here." She sat up, moving over a little, leaning back, and slightly opening her legs, gesturing for me to sit down. Looking at me with a slightly appraising glance as I stood up, she let a hand trail along my leg, somewhat more confidence in her smile, but still tempered with the same note of concern. The overall impression was almost motherly as she reinforced the invitation: "Sit. You'll like it." Commanding, sure, but gentle. She meant it. Hesitantly, very much aware of the tiny shifts in position and balance as my body moved, I lowered myself into her lap, my breath deepening and pulse accelerating as her legs met mine and her chest pressed against my back. I felt my jaw shake, shuddering for a few seconds with a mind of its own. This was very different. Despite my feeling distinctly vulnerable, her responses did a lot to calm my nerves. I knew her well enough not to worry about any completely bizarre turns of direction, and her concern for my consent had put me at least somewhat at ease. "Is this okay?" Her body cradled mine from behind, a presence that somehow made me feel both childlike and appreciated for attractiveness. More to the point, her fingers were dancing around the heat between my legs. I somehow hadn't realized it, but I was partially hard by now, enough to be visible to anyone with a clue as to what happened in situations like this. Her simple question wasn't really unexpected, but it was still more than enough to make me draw a few deep breaths before answering. "I..." This wasn't going to come out in one breath. The reality of what was about to happen tripped my words, leaving me to stumble every few syllables as I coaxed a response out of myself: "Yeah. That- I... please..." I knew I was blushing again. My stomach twisted, certain I had embarrassed myself in a big way by such an inarticulate response. Almost as soon as it began, the sensation stopped. She wrapped both arms around me, soothing my worries with a tight hug and softly instructing me: "Try to do it yourself. This is nice, I'm enjoying myself too. Fuck, it's weird, but we both like it, right?" Breathing through my nose and nodding, somehow sure that she understood, I undid my belt. My hands weren't shaking too badly, but a slight rattle from the buckle reminded me that I was still tense. I could feel every rise and fall of my chest in exquisite detail as my heart pounded in my ears, keeping a reasonable pace but reaching a seemingly deafening volume. I somehow opened the fly without major incident, leaving nothing but a layer of cotton between her hand and my penis. I opened my mouth to try to say something. It may well have been something fairly clever. That didn't matter, though- any words I might have had were swept a thousand miles away as she laid her hand on my crotch, softly gripping the whole package and moving up and down. My hips jerked in response, thighs coming together and head collapsing back in one movement. "Easy. Come on. Stay still for me." She kept stroking, sticking to a fairly subtle motion until my squirming motions subsided somewhat. My breath was coming in shudders, stopping altogether every few seconds as particularly intense hot points of sensation came up. "Alright, I'm taking these off. Don't go thrashing around too much, alright?" I quickly nodded, a small sound in my throat, halfway between a whimper and an affirmative grunt the only vocal response I could muster. I tried to hold my breath as her slender fingers worked inside my briefs, patiently playing along the length of my partial erectness, which almost immediately responded to the touch. This wasn't the first time I'd been touched by a woman, but Steffi had an utterly unique way of handling it, much less pressure and room for error. She had the lead, and I was completely comfortable with that. "Ahh- too sensitive!" Her finger had brushed across the opening of my urethra, which was, frankly, far more stimulation than I could handle for the time being. "Not yet- please, just be gentle." She withdrew for a second, laying a hand on my cheek. "Of course- all you had to do was say so. Don't worry, we can have lots of fun with the basics." Her palm left a trail of subtle heat as it drew across my face, and I closed my eyes to savor it for a moment. "Why me? Why now? This almost doesn't seem real." She laughed, just a little, subsiding into a low hum as she simply held me. "There really isn't a reason. Shit just happens sometimes. If you didn't pick up on it, I have a bit of a take-charge streak in these matters. Your 'collection' seemed like a bit of an invite, I was tired, might not have been the brightest idea- but hey, here we are. Might as well enjoy, right?" I was content with that, making a few more throat sounds as she moved my underwear out of the way entirely, taking me in one hand and, achingly slowly, beginning to move. The first time her finger brushed the sensitive spot just under my glans, I couldn't contain the noise, releasing a pleasured hum and closing my eyes as I quickly filled out the rest of my full length. I wasn't spectacularly endowed, but I didn't feel worried about that. It just didn't seem probable that she would do anything to make me feel bad about it. Such practical concerns, in the space of a moment, seemed nearly irrelevant. Her finger tracing the back edge of my glans elicited a long, thoroughly unsubtle groan. The pleasure was rapidly going to my head, leaving me in a dazed, thrilled near-stupor as I made it the rest of the way up, twitching on occasion from the stimulation. I mewled with pleasure, any pretense at classical masculinity out the window as I sat in her lap, my whole body warm from the sensation of her breasts against my back and electrified by her hands. She had told me to try to stay still, so that took up most of my mental energies. The combination of consistent stroking and the occasional curious, exploratory venture into the various contours of my painfully erect penis kept a steady procession of heady, powerful sensations through every last part of my body. I drew breath in near-perfect time with her rhythm, each stroke eliciting a shaky gasp of a breath. Before I knew it, a few clear beads of precum had made their way out, providing a welcome bit of lubrication. This seemed to amuse her, leaving me to try my best to endure her efforts to smear the slippery fluid over the entire member, producing tingling sensations that nearly forced me to cry out with every tiny movement. I hummed and crackled internally, more flooded with feeling by the second, and practically overwhelmed with a strange, very intimate sort of gratitude. Functionally enthralled by her touch, I writhed in her lap despite my best efforts not to, savoring every last point of contact with her body. My mind was increasingly blank, not thinking about or perceiving much of anything beyond her, my body, and the glorious interaction between the two. Whatever it was that she wanted, I wanted. Unable to help myself, I desperately reached for her free hand, brimmingly eager to somehow return a little bit of the physical attention she lavished on me. She took my hand with sound vaguely similar to a purr, almost laughing at the same time. "Don't go getting too romantic, now- just appreciate what we have." Even so, she intertwined her fingers with mine, making matters worse by gently cooing into my ear from behind, as if I needed another dimension of sensory input. My body felt ready to burst, my mind was completely devoted to an impatient, reverent sense of "almost there." Almost every breath carried some sort of a muted moan, my fingers unconsciously flexing and unflexing within hers, my body squirming against the warm, soft presence behind me. "You're getting close, right? Heh- looks like I'm good at this after all!" The nonchalant happiness in her voice put a smile on my face even through the dense pink fog on my mind, managing to inject an element of friendship even into this situation. I might have even laughed a little, in between hopelessly aroused whines and groans. With what I can only describe as a sort of sense of showmanship, she leaned her head over my shoulder, playfully adding a new element. "Hmm.What do you think, Jon? Should I make you beg for it like the girls on your laptop?" Retrospectively, she may well have meant it as a joke. Unfortunately, my capacity for non-sexual thought had been functionally exhausted on our "friend moment" seconds ago, and it simply registered as words from the lovely, wonderful person who was generous enough to make me feel the incredible sensations in which I was essentially bathing. Considering that I was barely able to do anything besides non-verbally express pleasure, the fact that I responded with words bordered on miraculous. "Mm... whatever you like, of course... just, please, don't deny me for too long. Please. I want to." A lot of the words were blurred into groans and desperate whines, but I think she got the idea. Gripping my hand, pressing her cheek against mine, and accelerating the tempo slightly, she whispered into my ear, obligingly taking things a little more "seriously" in the moment: "Close enough. Alright. Fine. Go ahead. What are you waiting for?" That was all I needed. She had me quivering on the edge, and she had just given me a way to fulfil my desire to please. I concentrated on appreciating every stroke as much as possible, biting my lip and letting every electric flicker of stimulation heat me closer to boiling over, diving deeper and deeper to lose myself in the floods of ecstasy. My eyelids fluttered, stuck somewhere between open and shut, a sharp contrast to the resolute openness of my mouth, panting for breath as she brought me closer to the beautiful, beckoning inevitable. This time, I was truly ready to fall in response to her urges. "Now." That one simple whisper was enough. It was more than enough. All the tension, the confusion, the anticipation, the excitement of the moment collapsed into a singularity of pleasure, drawing in all the superfluous elements of my conscious mind and compressing them into one overwhelming burst of distilled pleasure, burning away any hesitation or restraint I might have had left. In that instant, my mind was blank, written over with the pure white of release. A seemingly endless series of pulses wracked my body, serving a similar purpose and propelling my impossibly hot seed out with abandon. I didn't even have time to be embarrassed about the mess I had just made. Instead, I simply collapsed into her lap, heaving deeply satisfied breaths and overjoyed to be in her embrace. As the thrill of sex slowly faded from my body, I gradually regained a more rational awareness of the situation. In an instant, I realized that I had just enjoyed myself entirely on her efforts. "Steffi... was that alright? Is there anything else I can do? I mean, you didn't- I didn't do anything for you, did I?" "Relax. That was fun. Just take it at face value for now, don't sweat it too much. Wouldn't have done that if I didn't enjoy it, now would I?" She reassuringly patted my shoulder, which seemed to add nicely to the floating glow my mind seemed to be experiencing. To my pleasant surprise, she didn't immediately get up, making small talk and holding me as I returned to a more normal state before eventually standing up, gently stepping out from under me. "Alright, I think we both need some sleep. And, tough luck, but cleanup's on you. I had a good time, though, thank you for that. You know..." She fell silent for a second, looking oddly philosophical for a woman in sweatpants and glasses. "Hmm. Ehh, what the hell. Look, this might sound odd, but I was thinking it before that happened, might as well follow through. We should get coffee or something sometime. I'm not done with you on this season's stuff, you have a couple of wrong opinions in there that we need to iron out." I laughed, simultaneously relieved and elated that things had ended well. Wearily, I half-muttered a happy reply. Accidental Submission Ch. 02 Two days ago, I had had, without a doubt, the most fun date of my life. While, on paper, it had been nothing all that far out of the ordinary, after two hours of conversation with coffee as an accessory to truly lousy dining center sandwiches, I could feel that the smile on my face was nothing short of enormous. While, with exams drawing to a close, I had little free time to think too much about it, Steffi was fantastic. No two ways about it. Even without the encounter that had made the past Sunday truly unforgettable, when we had discovered a highly agreeable fetish synergy between us, I would have been thrilled to be spending more time with her. As it was, something bright-colored moved happily inside my head every time I thought of her, and even though I knew it was a bit childish, I did nothing to stop the grin that inevitably followed. She liked me. She was smart, and great with computers, and pretty, and really funny, and was into a lot of really great stuff. Of course, even better than good taste in games, on top of everything else, she was most definitely a sexual dominant. With that in mind, I have no negative feelings whatsoever about the rush of adrenaline and other forms of giddy excitement that shot through my veins when I heard my phone vibrate and saw her name on the screen, the first time I had heard from her since coffee the other day. "Done for the semester- have a 'celebration' in mind. Interested?" That could mean a fair number of things. My stomach did a fair bit of moving as a long train of possibilities sped through my mind. I had not forgotten how intensely she was able to make me respond. More to the point, this was something she had previously thought out, and to top it off, she was feeling celebratory. Giving my fingers a few excited wiggles before picking up the phone, I quickly tapped out a response. "Sounds good to me- do I get a hint as to what it is?" I eagerly smiled to myself from the second I pressed send, excited to see the reply, whether or not she actually told me anything. Even now, just talking to her was far more invigorating than it really should have been. Another quick jolt of energy shot through me when I saw that she had responded. "No fun in that, is there? Just come by my room tonight. I bought a little something, seems perfect to strengthen our ties a little." I frowned a bit with thought, trying to decide whether or not her wordplay had been accidental, then laughed quietly and happily to myself, indulging in a bit of fantasy about the consequences if it had. A few messages later, the entirety of my attention was fixed on ten that night- the parts of the day in between were really just obstacles to the evening. Twelve hours to go. I would not be able to concentrate on the present world during any of those twelve hours if my life depended on it. By the time the sun had set, I had accumulated a long day of distractions, vaguely concerned friends, and downright silly lapses of attention. Her words played over in my head, often taking precedence over whatever someone else might have been trying to say to me. As endless as the hours seemed, half past nine eventually came to past. Without anything better to do, I had showered carefully, made sure that everything that could be cleaned was cleaned, practically embarrassed at myself, seeing as I was just casually going to someone's room, but strangely satisfied all the same. After an interval of time in which I had run out of ways to prepare, sat down for a few minutes, decided that was silly, booted my computer, and realized that I had somehow passed ten in spite of my excitement, I got up, smiling in spite of myself, and walked out my door. She was just a little down the hall, which really made my level of preparation seem somewhat silly. I was wearing perfectly ordinary clothes, but I knew how much thought I had put into not making any abjectly wrong decision. I took a second to make sure I hadn't gotten the time wrong, woke up in a different reality, or forgotten pants; shrugged a little, and knocked on her door. "Unlocked- just come in." I walked into her room, carefully opening the door, and couldn't suppress my smile, contrasting nicely with my own effort level. She was cross-legged on her bed, barefoot in jeans and a turtleneck, looking up to the door while finishing what looked to be the dregs of a cup of instant ramen. "Ah, shit. So much for a strong opening. Good to see you, though- take off your shoes, sit anywhere." She smiled, a tiny bit sheepishly, and made a sweeping gesture around a room that I would not describe as flawlessly neat. There was something genuinely relaxing about her total lack of a need to force appearances. After a few minutes of idle conversation, which mostly revolved around her horrifically comprehensive, recently finished course load, she stopped mid-sentence, looking like she was struck by an idea. "You know, I have enough bed for both of us to sit- if you like, anyway. Just seems... weird when there's just two of us for you to take the desk chair, right?" I heard a touch of hesitation, but also a hint of excitement that mirrored what I felt as I stood up and sat back down, mind momentarily dedicated in full force to calculating a distance between us that was neither too close nor too distant. She clearly sensed my concern, at least in some part, moving a touch closer once I was in place and rolling her eyes a little. "We're human beings. Relax. You know full well that I know you're interested, and I invited you here knowing that. Speaking of which- I imagine you remember the celebration I mentioned?" I nodded, somehow reassured by the fact that she had seen straight through me. Besides, I was excited to hear what I had been looking forward to all day. "Yeah, that's what I was expecting. See the shopping bag- to your left, foot of the bed? Take a look." I leaned over and pulled the plastic bag closer, slightly surprised by the weight. However, it made perfect sense as soon as I opened it: a decently long coil of rope, the nice smooth sort that I had seen more than a few times online. "So, this is... for using on me?" I must have sounded a little confused, but also inwardly thrilled that the fantasy I had happily entertained all day was completely accurate. "Come on, I can practically see the rainbows popping out of your eye sockets. Admit it. You're excited." She was smiling in her own right, visibly happy that I was, indeed excited. This was the same tone I had heard many times in playful banter when she knew she had the upper hand on something and felt like teasing me a bit. The simple fact that what was looking to be the runup to my first ever bondage experience was taking place in the same mood as our debates over the relative merits of gaming platforms had me nearly giddy. "Alright, awesome. Now. Look. This is a bit stiff, but it's important to me. I'm going to tell you exactly what's going to happen, and I know that's going to ruin the surprise a little bit, but I believe that's important... and I somehow don't think it's a big deal to you in the scheme of things either." I nodded. I had vaguely heard about this sort of thing happening in the real world, but since this was my first run outside of my imagination, it was still more than a little new. "Wait a minute- carrot and stick. How about hearing the long boring 'here's what we do with rope' tirade from where you were... 'last time?'" She didn't have quite the same confidence level, and I sensed a slight hope for approval as she glanced down to her lap, looking up with a questioning smile and moving herself against a pillow for support. I blushed, and blushed more as a sensed myself blushing, but I was almost literally squirming with happiness that she had had the idea. The thoughtfulness there was truly disarming, and it had gone straight to something warm and happy within me. With a little bit of shyness, I got up and sat back down, carefully shuffling back into the welcoming heat of her body. I felt rather than heard her take what seemed like a satisfied breath, and probably turned a bit redder knowing I had caused that. Feeling her chin rest on my shoulder and her arms wrap around my stomach was, by itself, worth the anticipation by a factor of ten. I loved that she wanted to do that with me. From there out, she spoke in a soothing, low tone, a few inches from my ear. For that reason alone, every word was a tiny drop of bliss, just because she was saying them. "Okay. So I've been working on it for a while, and I'm very confident in my column ties. Basically, wrists together, rope harness on the chest for fun handholds, and probably something with your ankles, too. Now, this does not- and I mean it, does not have to get sexual. If you're okay with that, I'm too, but I don't think either of us wants to push anything too soon. I'm not feeling very sadistic tonight and this isn't a good time for that anyway, so I don't think we need to worry about pain right now. Just a bit of bondage. How does that sound?" About halfway into that, I had started leaning into her, taking in as much of the comfortable closeness as I could. I closed my eyes for a moment, nodded, and spoke, knowing that she wanted to be sure I understood what was going on. "Yes. I like all of that. Please. I really want to do that... especially with you. Sexual, I don't know, we can see what happens. But yes. Very much yes." "Wonderful. Now, stand up, and take off your shirt so I have something to work with. Fabric bunching sucks." She gave me a reassuring rub on the chest before I got up. The residual sensation from her hand was a joy, and I was sad to feel it go. My heart pounded away, but I felt calm regardless. While I was far from feeling like I was on stable ground, this seemed very natural. Her eyes were eager and hungry, but not threatening, simply because they were hers. The fabric sliding over my skin made the movement of my chest all the more noticeable, amplifying my already heightened bodily awareness. "There we go. Very nice." She was on her feet, tracing a fingertip over my bare torso, running along my ribs to my back and lightly rubbing. Her skin against mine was more than enough to make me shiver with anticipation. "Alright. I see no reason to make you wait any longer- could you put your arms behind your back?" "Is that a rope guide open on the floor?" "Yeah. I know what I'm doing, but if I have the opportunity to make it easier, I will. Does that bother you?" I believed every word she said, but still smiled a little at her mock-indignant face, offset nicely by a hand on one hip. Several strands of dark hair fell over her face, prompting an immediate and decisive eye roll. My cheeks reddened a touch- she was a highly improbable combination of dominant and, well, cute. "That face makes me think I might have been better off with a gag. Any clever comments?" I took a second to compose myself and shook my head with the most restrained face I could manage. "Close enough. Arms back, though, I'm starting." I put my arms in the position I saw in her reference, forearms parallel to the ground, fingertips almost able to touch opposite elbows. "Box tie, if you were wondering. Should look pretty good when I'm done, too." She worked slowly and deliberately, making what felt like mistakes but seeming to correct them. I could tell that she was quite absorbed in the task, all the little exhalations and grunts that anyone makes with a complex piece of work fully audible. I could not have cared less, the fact that she cared that much was exciting in its own right. After a while, she straightened up, a triumphant hum seeming to indicate that she had finished. "Try to move your arms, maybe?" I tried. It was simply not happening. I took a long breath in, catching a few times, looking up at her and feeling a smile spread across my face. More than anything else, this felt safe. Warm. Worrying about normal issues of projecting unflinching confidence would have been irrelevant, I was free to simply enjoy knowing that a woman I really, really liked wanted me right where I was, with her. "Okay, looks pretty tight. What do you think?" The look on her face, a mixture of appetite and affection, lit up as I responded. "Very, uh, tight. And generally good. Wonderful." Sentences were hard. She obviously knew it, one finger under my chin, tracing up over my face. I shivered, just a tiny bit, wanting more of the contact. I knew how much power I had handed over, and seeing her exercise it made my heart pound. Any touch from her was a beautiful thing in that mindset. "Fuck, you're cute like this. Makes me want to see if I can get even more squirmy to happen- what do you think? Doable?" I nodded, completely fixated on her words and movements. "Good. You know, I meant to ask earlier, didn't get around to it: how does this look on me?" She moved a pace or two away, half-jokingly posing to demonstrate the clothes in question. I should mention that, at this point, anything short of a spacesuit or a nun's habit would have looked great on her in my eyes. As it was, the high neckline of the shirt and the suddenly noticeable tightness of her jeans were utterly captivating. I had known that she had a fairly impressive figure, but the specifics had never seemed this clear, even in my admittedly frequent daydreams. "I, ah. Yeah. Fantastic. Really. I don't know what else to say." My throat was not supposed to be this dry. I knew I had to be blushing, even the tips of my ears were hot. "Oh? You know, I could just listen to you like this forever. It's delicious. Although, of course, that does mean I'm not necessarily going to play fair..." A few seconds later, the shirt was gone. Jeans and a simple black bra seemed like the most natural thing in the world. A few sort-of-syllables left my mouth. Playing fair was definitely out of the picture. She moved closer, both hands on my hair, smiling down at me and gently petting, seamlessly blending tantalizing display with a real gentleness. I had no words left, and I found myself impulsively leaning forward, planting a tiny kiss right around her navel before almost immediately pulling back, lips pulled back in a nervous, embarrassed grin. I had no idea what had possessed me to do that. I only hoped she would see it as a simple blunder rather than something worse. Instead, she kept stroking my head, practically purring under her breath. "Mm. You want me that badly? I can only imagine how you'd react if I were to, say, take my pants off." Her gentle whisper built into a playful tease. Her soft hands still on my head nearly made me want to close my eyes with happiness, but her words had me absolutely entranced. I managed a nod, not entirely clear on what I replied to, but trying to express some sort of positive feedback. She kept one hand where it was, undoing her belt and the button of her fly with the other. The zipper stuck a few times, almost comically persistent. Something very much like a pout with a hint of a frown moved over her face, a touch of the same adorable uncertainty I had seen before. She looked just as beautiful like that as she ever had to me. Eventually, the issue was resolved, and I was looking at her body clad only in underwear: including a not-quite-matched blue pair of panties. She obviously knew, slightly pursing her lips, but laughing a little all the same. "Oops. What do you think, does it work? Power clash, something like that?" She gently pressed my head a little closer. I repeated my earlier kiss, then let my cheek rest on her lower stomach, closing my eyes in contentment for a moment. I felt like I was doing everything right, which was wonderfully relaxing. Her fingers in my hair and the warmth of her skin were bliss, there was no other way to say it. She let me stay that way for a long time, and I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. When she did break the silence, it was very, very softly. The sound of her voice drifted through my mind, in every way another part of the experience. "Stay right there. Just a moment." She rubbed my cheek, stepping away. I was confused as to why she was piling a blanket and some pillows at the base of the bed, at least until she sat down, patting her thigh in a clear invitation. I moved over, a little awkwardly as I did so on my knees and toes, but I made my way to her lap. The soft structure supported most of my weight, and I leaned into her for the rest. I had never felt so much of her skin at once, and we were touching in quite a few places. I nestled my body against hers, kissing the shoulder and upper chest where my face rested. I was simultaneously excited enough to run a marathon and content enough to fall fast asleep right then and there. "There's a better way of doing that, silly." There was no time to be confused. She lifted my head up before I realized what was happening, pressed her lips against mine, and sent me straight to heaven with that single touch. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, just her divinely soft mouth and the heat between us, her hand gently holding me in place, the slight movements between us. I closed my eyes. The first taste of her tongue in my mouth was almost more than I could bear, my heart seemingly about to stop with unadulterated happiness. A low noise made its way up from my throat, my mind racing to understand the reality that I was in her room, in her lap, every bit of me paying complete attention to the single best kiss of my life by far. The moment could have gone on forever, maybe it did: I was certainly in no condition to be keeping track. When she finally broke the connection, I treasured every lingering bit of her taste, alien and feminine and, to me, very nearly perfect. The fact that something else would replace that taste next time I ate seemed like an unspeakable tragedy, even though I knew how silly the thought was. "You're... I..." She stopped me with another light kiss. "Shh. You've already told me everything I need to know. And in case you didn't get the message, the feeling is mutual." Wrapped in her arms and hearing those words in a tender whisper, I closed my eyes again, feeling her kiss my forehead, rubbing my shoulder a little. My breath came slowly, quietly enough for me to feel hers in perfect detail, the contact between our chests even allowing me a tiny glimpse of her heartbeat near mine. Another tiny whimper of happiness left my throat, and I had no need to even try to conceal it. We stayed like that for a long time, I think. Somewhere along the line, we must have gotten up, untied me, and redressed. No other events that night could have registered in my memory in any real way. Our goodnight kiss stood out, a final taste of bliss before I headed for the door. "You do realize that we're doing this again, right?" She asked me the question right after our lips separated, still holding onto our embrace. "Yes. Please. I loved that." "Me too. More than you could know. I'm going to be thinking about that for a while. That's a good thing." "Couldn't have said it better myself. Have time for lunch tomorrow, maybe?" "I do now." She smiled, sending me off with one last quick peck to the cheek. "Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow." "You too. Goodnight." I replayed every detail all the way home to my bed. I even let myself lie awake and bask in the new memories for a while before finally falling asleep, a smile on my face to the very end. Accidental Submission "Good sex does not refined taste produce. We'll get that coffee, alright." She grinned, winking at me and pausing in the door. "Good night, Jon. Sleep well." The last words out of my mouth before I fell completely asleep, completely neglecting my assigned "cleanup duty," were just what one might expect. "Good night, Steffi. Talk later."