5 comments/ 27443 views/ 31 favorites Beth's Aural Obsession By: Scheherazade73 Beth had thought long and hard about living with a roommate before moving in with Heather, her natural inclination being toward solitude and privacy. But Heather was a professional girl, very tidy, and fun to be with. What's more, she traveled a lot for her job and was rarely home, affording Beth all the privacy she wanted at half the rent. The two young women lived in an old apartment building in the type of unit most often described as "charming" – which, as Beth was discovering, was a euphemism for "drafty with chipping paint and a roof leak." But it was spacious and had beautiful light, and despite the fact that the linoleum on the kitchen floor was impossible to get all the way clean and they couldn't open any of the windows on the north end, and they had to share a bathroom, curling up in the morning with a cup of coffee in their spacious living room was one of Beth's greatest joys. In fact, since making a series of life changes – including breaking off her engagement, moving a hundred miles away, and starting a new job – she had far more joyous moments than in recent years. About the only part of her new arrangement that wasn't joyous was the fact that Heather had a new boyfriend. So far, things had been fine, but Beth hadn't signed up for living with a guy full-time, nor did she want to lose the good thing she had going. So she watched the Jackson situation very carefully. Jackson seemed like a nice enough guy, actually. He was an attorney, intelligent, articulate, generous, handsome, seemingly mild-mannered, with a slightly quirky sense of humor. The respectable kind of boyfriend both a mother and father might approve of while still being interesting enough not to make a girl fling herself off a bridge with boredom. Heather talked about him nonstop, which was part of the reason Beth was worried. She happened to know Heather was a fast-track-to-the-aisle kind of girl and could see her roommate wanting to move things along pretty quickly with a certified "good catch." Beth, who'd recently dated a long line of such men, was ready to go in the exact opposite direction. She wanted someone who could fulfill her, although she couldn't say exactly what that entailed. It wasn't just a sexual need – although it was that, too; her last boyfriend, Steven, had the lowest sex drive of any man she'd ever met – but a need for something more. A thrill of some kind. A unique connection. Friday nights were Jackson and Heather's date nights, and since Jackson's place was outside the city, they generally spent Fridays at the apartment and then headed out for the weekend, sometimes to his place and sometimes to other destinations. On this particular night, Beth was home long before they were but had a hard time falling asleep. She was reading, which usually did the trick, but her novel was engrossing and she was keyed up, so sleep evaded her. By the time she was finally tired, she switched off the light and got comfortable only to hear Heather and Jackson come in. Heather must have had a lot to drink, Beth thought, because she was giggling quite a bit and talking way too loudly. She kept laughing and squealing unintelligibly to Jackson. Their voices drew closer, and then Beth heard them go into Heather's bedroom and the voices stopped. Her eyes closed and the house finally quiet, she drifted off. She heard the muffled murmuring, the shifting of the bodies in the bed, the soft sighs while still half-asleep. And then, as plainly as if they were next to her, she heard Heather whisper, "Jackson, shh, Beth's in the next room!" A low chuckle. "She's asleep. And so what if she heard us?" Silence. Then, "Jackson, that's not funny, that's disgusting." "Babe, it's fine. She's fast asleep...probably has been for hours. She can't hear anything...and I need you...I need to be inside you." Beth strained to hear more, but the room was mostly quiet again except for movements and occasional sighs. And then Jackson, crystal clear. "Let me taste you." As if it was meant for her. Beth felt a jolt of excitement rip through her body, instantly stiffening her nipples and cramping her stomach. She was acutely aware of the warmth in her groin, a pulsing between her legs, a softening of her core as her body lubricated just from the sound of his voice and the words he was saying. "It would turn me on so much to taste you and smell you...rub my face in your juices..." Jackson again, his deep voice resonating through every fiber of Beth's being, while Heather murmured protests, shutting him down, her voice talking on a whiny tone. More murmurs. Beth's hand strayed inside her tank top, her fingers stroking her breast, teasing light circles around her areola, the underside of her generous tit, moving back to flick her nipple, then squeeze it. She wet her finger in her mouth and touched it to her aching nipple. Instant intensifying of her desire. She played with her nipples lazily for a bit, pinching them both, one then the other, then both simultaneously, anticipating her pleasure, in no rush, just enjoying the sensation of her hands on herself. She could hear Jackson again, louder this time, obviously confident that they weren't being overheard. He was groaning and panting, muttering a string of incoherent noises. Heather's full-sized bed was being overworked, from the sound of it – the sturdy frame squeaking just slightly as the two lovers coupled. A few times (and Beth imagined this was when Jackson stroked particularly deep) the headboard knocked against the wall. And then plainly, his voice again, lost in ecstasy: "Oh, fuck, yes!" Beth's hand went immediately to her cotton-covered mound. She was soaked and hot, her pussy blazing through the thin fabric. She yanked her panties down around her ankles and spread her knees wide, opening herself up, sliding her fingers into her slick hole, her juices pooled there. She rubbed the moisture up over her hard clit, shuddering as she touched the sensitive button lightly with her fingers. "Cum for me," she heard. His urgent voice, almost growling. "I want you to cum all over my cock, right now. I want to feel you and hear you before I shoot my sticky load inside you." Beth rubbed herself more vigorously now, her hand reaching over her head for her feather pillow and pulling it over her face so she could muffle her cries into it. She was close to her orgasm – it had taken no time at all, she must have been really horny, she thought – and didn't want her roommate or her boyfriend to hear her cum. "That's it, baby," Jackson groaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm so close. I'm not cumming until you do." The bed squeaking louder, the headboard thumping now in an audible rhythm, muffled whimpering from Heather, Jackson moaning and cursing. And Beth, rubbing her slippery clit with one hand, her fingers of the other hand plunging inside herself, her teeth sunk into her pillow. So close, so close... "So fucking close!" Jackson gasped. "Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it.... Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" A primal moan, choked at the end, and then Beth stopped hearing. The blood roared in her ears and she was swept off, her mind bursting into a million little sizzling embers, her body arching off the bed as she was racked with her powerful climax. Biting into the pillow so hard she wasn't sure she could unclench her teeth. Muffling the cries that wanted to pour forth from her until they were just little sounds in her throat. Her body, thoroughly wrung out. Her mind recovering. And then racing. What if they heard? What kind of a sick bitch was she, anyway? Oh, God, she'd just listened to her friends having sex. And masturbated to it. And gotten off on it more than she had anything in recent memory. Fuck. Facing them in the morning was going to be awkward. Beth knew this, but the lure of coffee was more than she could resist. She drew on her robe and padded out to the kitchen. Heather was sitting at the table, fully dressed in workout clothes, drinking her coffee and reading the paper on her Kindle. Jackson was in nothing but pajama pants. Beth tried to avert her eyes and went directly to the coffee maker. "Good morning," she said, forcing her voice to stay light. "Morning!" Heather chirped. "Beth, I'm so sorry for Jackson not wearing a shirt. I asked him to put one on in case it made you uncomfortable..." here she paused to give him a pointed glare, "...which he will totally do if you are." "Nope, it's fine," she assured them. "As long as he keeps his pants on, we're good." Fuck! Where did that come from? She blushed and avoided eye contact. And then Jackson's hearty laughter. "I think I can handle that, Beth." His voice caressing her name. Heather smacked him playfully. "You better handle it! Ok, you guys, I'm off to the gym. Have to work off last night's mojitos!" "Fair enough," Jackson returned. "I'll run later, when normal people work out. You have fun." Heather leaned over him for a kiss, which Beth could see out of her periphery, but ducked away when Jackson grabbed for her, giggling and swatting his hands away. Beth stole a glance at him as he watched Heather leave. She took in his lean chest, his thatch of brown hair tapering down to the waistband of his pajama pants. His long legs, his capable hands clasped around his coffee mug. Somehow Jackson looked different. But she pushed it out of her mind. She was just horny and needed her own sexy life. She was experiencing the longest dry spell of her life, and this was the result. She was reduced to staring at her roommate's boyfriend and eavesdropping on their lovemaking. Eavesdropping while you play with yourself, you dirty bitch, the little voice in her head reminded her. Later that week, Heather came into the living room where she was reading a magazine and drinking a glass of wine and plopped down across from her, her own drink in hand. "Beth, I need your advice," she started. "Okay..." Beth put her magazine down. "What's up?" "It's about Jackson. It's about... Okay. So. You know Jackson, right? He's amazing, isn't he? I mean, he's cute, he's smart, he has a good job, he's... He's pretty perfect." "So what's the problem, then?" Beth asked. "Well, it's just that he...well, Jackson likes..." Heather trailed off and blushed. "I can't even talk about it, it's so gross." "No, tell me. I won't judge," Beth urged. "Well, ok." Heather was clearly uncomfortable, and Beth almost felt badly for putting her through this little exercise. Almost. "Ok, so, when he's over...I mean, you don't..." "Don't what?" Beth made her expression as clueless as possible. "Don't, you know, hear him?" Heather was completely scarlet now, her chest mottled with splotches. Beth felt even worse, but continued with her charade. "I'm not sure what you mean..." "When we...have sex!" She buried her face in her hands and shuddered. "It's so disgusting!" She sat there for a moment, regaining her composure. Wow, thought Beth, she really hates it. It's not even simple discomfort. She hates it and she's never going to not hate it. Poor Jackson. "I don't hear you guys having sex, if that's what you're asking," Beth lied, guiltily remembering the night she pleasured herself nonstop to the sound of Jackson's voice in the next room. "Thank God," she added. Heather's eyes were grateful. "I would be so embarrassed if you did. Mortified, in fact. That's just so gross." "But I mean..." and here Beth paused, unsure of how to press on. "Without giving me the details, what would I hear? What does he say? Or is it just, like...sounds?" Now she flushed, recalling how hot it had been to hear Jackson groaning at the moment of his climax. Even now, recalling it, she felt the moisture trickling from her. "It's everything!" Heather cried. "He says all these things...maybe he's trying to turn me on, I don't know, but it doesn't. It doesn't turn me on at all. It just freaks me out. He talks the whole time. And he just moans and groans and carries on...the sounds are like..." She searched for the word and when she settled on it, she sagged, defeated. "An animal. He sounds like an animal when we have sex, and it just...turns me off." "So...have you said anything to him?" "No!" The very idea seemed to scandalize Heather. 'We don't talk about...you know." "But aren't you planning to marry him? Don't you think you should be able to talk about sex? You're going to spend your entire life with this man, Heather. Don't you think this deserves some attention?" "I know! I know! That's what I'm worried about." Heather shuddered. "Do I have to listen to this for my whole life?" Beth was soaking wet, thinking about what it would be like to have Jackson's deep, sexy voice in her ear for her entire life, talking dirty to her, making those arousing sounds that so disgusted her prudish roommate. "Mmm," she murmured, as if in agreement. "It's not a deal breaker, though...?" "That's just it...it might be. It really freaks me out, Beth. It's not just that I don't like it. It literally turns my stomach. It makes sex super unpleasant." "Geez...Honey, I'm so sorry...I don't know what to tell you..." she replied honestly. Heather shrugged and got up for more wine. "I'll figure it out. It seems like a waste of a good guy to just break up with him over sex. Especially since I'm told the sex never lasts long in marriage, anyway." She smiled. "Which is what I'm hoping for, frankly." Now Beth was confused and slightly horrified. "Wait – what do you mean? You don't want to have sex?" "I mean...I like it. I do. There's lots of things I like about it. I like all the kissing and everything...being close with him. He does have a hot body. I like knowing that he loves me. That he wants me. I just..." she trailed off "I guess I just wish he were a little more like me in bed. Just, you know, quiet and just wanting to make love and do regular stuff without the rest. He likes a lot of really weird stuff." Like oral sex, Beth thought. Gee, how weird. She was getting a very grim picture indeed of Heather and Jackson's sex life. But she couldn't help herself. She pressed on. "Like what kind of weird stuff?" Then, to lighten the load, she made a serious face and asked, "Heather, is Jackson a biter?" Heather blushed and giggled and swatted her with a throw pillow. "You're nasty! No! Actually, I'm not even sure what that means." She drank more of her wine. "I'm just...regular, you know? And Jackson's more experienced than I am and just likes other stuff." "Such as?" "Well, he loves dirty talk, like I said. Which I hate. And he always wants to...you know..." she gestured between her legs. "I'm just not comfortable with someone having their face there. I'm just not!" She sighed. "And I don't like to do it to him, either, although I will. Sometimes it can be kind of exciting. But not all the time." "So have you explained any of this to him?" Beth asked gently. "It's worth talking about, Heather, really. And maybe Jackson isn't even into those things as much as you think he is. Maybe he's just testing limits." "I don't want him to test my limits!" Heather cried in frustration. "I just want regular sex, maybe once a week, and that's it!" Beth was inwardly horrified, although she couldn't remember the last time she was getting sex once a week. It had been far too long for her. She would've given anything to trade places with Heather and let Jackson do any number of things to her. "Promise me you'll talk to him, even if you have to have some liquid courage to do it." "I really don't want to," Heather said miserably. "I really just want this to be a non-issue." "Well, it's a big issue right now. So promise me that by next weekend you will have had this conversation with him." "Okay. I promise. I can't take it anymore." ***** The following Friday Heather and Jackson were back at the apartment. Heather hadn't said anything further to Beth about their sex life, which was just fine with Beth, although she was curious. Very curious. That night she went to her room while they were still watching a movie and started reading stories from her favorite erotic fiction web site. She was worked up long before the two of them went into Heather's room, where the action began almost immediately. Heather had been drinking again, Beth had seen her with glass in hand during the movie, and she wondered if Heather was drinking to get over her sex hang-ups. Hang-ups or no hang-ups, her boyfriend was just as noisy as he had been the previous week. Beth turned her light off and touched herself listening to Jackson, loving the dirty words that came out of his mouth, imagining they were meant for her. She thought of Jackson while she masturbated, imagining him in her bed, those long arms pulling her legs up over his shoulders as he drove deep within her. This time she had her dildo handy and thrust it deep within herself to the rhythm of Jackson's panting, trying to time her orgasm once again with his. She imagined the silicone cock was Jackson, burying himself in her wet pussy, as she strained to hear his guttural moans. As he approached his climax, she heard him loud and clear: "Fuck...I'm so close...that's it, I'm gonna cum inside you now...gonna shoot inside you...take it...that's it!" And she again felt her own orgasm rush over her as she clenched her teeth and tried to muffle her cries. Coming down she thought again that she really needed to find someone. This was beyond depraved. Masturbating to the sound of her roommate getting fucked...cumming to the sound of her roommate's boyfriend as he climaxed...sick stuff. And yet she couldn't suppress the urge. She thought to herself that it was unfair that here was Jackson, a man who clearly enjoyed a robust fucking, not to mention being vocal about it, and he was paired off with Heather, who couldn't appreciate what she had. For a moment she thought maybe she should hook Heather up with Steven. They certainly made a nice, boring pair in the sack. A few minutes later she heard Jackson murmuring again to Heather and her unintelligible words but very clear tone, shutting him down. Beth imagined being twined in her bed with Jackson, his semen dribbling out of her, his face smelling of her pussy, ready for a second round of fucking. She dozed off during her fantasy but awoke needing to use the bathroom. She hadn't heard him, but if she was being honest with herself, she would've still come out if she had. Sleepy as she was, she was awake enough to enjoy the sight of his body in the half-light of the hallway, and realized through her foggy brain that he had a great view of her tits in the skimpy tank top she was wearing. She smiled at him and could see that he was making every attempt not to just stare outright. "Hi," she whispered. "You go ahead, I'll wait." "No, you go ahead," he insisted, always the gentleman. She was in and out quickly, still groggy but very conscious of Jackson in his boxers in the hallway. She could smell the yeasty scent of beer coming from his pores. He'd had a lot to drink that night – they both had. She imagined pushing him up against the wall, devouring his mouth, still with the taste of beer in it, rubbing herself against him, getting him hard, and then dropping to her knees and sucking him till he came hard in her mouth. The sudden force of her fantasy made her blush and look away. Jackson looked at her carefully. She could tell he was trying to gauge whether or not she had heard them. "I hope you weren't...woken up," he said tentatively, his voice huskier since he was trying to speak quietly. This was her moment of truth. "Well, I did hear something, but it didn't wake me up." A beat. "I was already up. And it wouldn't have disturbed me." She watched him mull that over while she held his gaze. He looked afraid to believe he was hearing any innuendo at all. Beth's Aural Obsession "What I mean is, I often hear sounds in the night, but they don't usually disturb me. Some of them, in fact, I enjoy hearing." Her heart was racing but she forced herself to maintain control as she turned and walked from the hallway back to her room. She could feel Jackson's eyes on her as she went. ***** The next day, Heather left Jackson at the apartment while she went to a baby shower, and when Beth came out for coffee, he was there. The look he gave her communicated that he clearly had something on his mind. And that the something had to do with her. "Morning," he said, watching her face carefully as she entered the kitchen. She regarded him warily. She could feel him reading her body language. It was odd how in tune she was with him in that way. And similarly she read his. He was poised, tensed. He had an agenda. He was going to put that male one-track mind to good use. She knew she was done for. She poured her coffee and tried not to look at him or think about what she had been so stupid to say last night. "Morning," she replied. "Did I..." Jackson began, and then trailed off. Beth said nothing, just finished fixing her cup of coffee while he watched her like a hawk the entire time. She was intensely aware of him studying her. Waiting. Predatory. She took her cup of coffee over to the table and sat down across from him. She looked him right in the eyes and said, "Yes." "Wow," he breathed. They both sat in silence a moment. "Fuck, it's so hot knowing that you can hear us," Jackson breathed. "I hear you," Beth corrected. "I can't hear her. Not well enough to make anything out. But I hear you perfectly." She blushed and looked away. "And I love to listen to you," she added. A sharp intake of breath from Jackson. "Do you have any idea what that does to me?" She looked pointedly at his erection tenting his pajama pants. "I think I have an idea," she said wryly. They were both quiet again for a moment. And then, "For me, too..." she whispered. "It's like you're speaking to me...I know you're not, but I feel it right through me." She couldn't believe she was saying these things. This was not her. Not this brazen honesty. "But now that I know, how can I get that thought out of my head?" "You can't, any more than I can get it out of my head that you're saying things knowing I can hear them." They were both quiet. "I'm just gonna..." she motioned toward her room. "Process." "Ok." She left him sitting in the kitchen, his head in his hands. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck-all fuck. This was a mess. She wasn't a home wrecker. Had no intention of stealing Heather's boyfriend right out from underneath her nose. It was a dirty slut move and she wouldn't be a part of something like that again. She'd done it when she was younger and always felt shitty about it. And yet. She couldn't un-ring the bell. It was out. Jackson knew. And Jackson felt the same way. And now Jackson, who had a need that wasn't being fulfilled by Heather, was very aware that he could fill that need with Beth. A game-changer. Meanwhile Beth having several needs (all unfulfilled and sex being the greatest of those) was very aware – too aware, one might say – that she could have her needs met by Jackson. And Heather absolutely out of this loop. She paced her room. Thought about how easy it would be to just throw everything to the wind and have him. And yet it would be wrong, a wrong thing to do. A very bad thing. And everyone could end up being hurt by it. But then she realized she was over thinking it. Nothing had to change. It wasn't cheating. She wasn't committing to anything. Yes, it was weird, filthy, perverse in a number of ways. But she could handle it. In fact, she preferred it. Less mess. She went back in the kitchen. Jackson stood up when she came in, his delightfully southern roots showing. She sighed and stopped at the door frame, leaning against it and crossing her arms. "Jackson," she said, looking directly at him, her speech all prepared. "This is ok. We're all ok. It's all going to be fine. We just freaked out. Nothing has to change." "What do you mean?" Jackson asked. "With us? How could nothing change? We have too much information!" "It won't. Jackson, we don't have to do anything. I'm not asking for anything. Heather makes you happy, and that's the relationship you want, so..." she trailed off and shrugged, secretly wondering in what ways Heather possibly made Jackson happy. "But..." he moved toward her, almost pinning her to the wall. She relaxed herself against it, and he pressed almost to her, just a few inches separating his body from hers. "She doesn't. And I want you so badly," he whispered in her ear. Telegraphing to her wet cunt. She was trembling from his proximity, from the sound of his voice, from his male smell which buckled her knees. "We can't," she whispered, her entire body in agony from the refusal. "We can do anything we want," he whispered back, his voice hot and husky in her ear. "Jackson, no..." she protested, her resolve losing momentum as he moved closer, covering her, but still without touching her. Their clothes brushed together, but their bodies were still fractions away. "Beth, yes..." he breathed against her neck. Her stomach felt like the room had dropped out from underneath her. Her head reeled. "You're someone else's boyfriend," Beth said, gathering enough of her senses to slip out of his reach. "I can't, Jackson. If you and Heather break up, that's fine. Let me know if that happens. But I can't be responsible for hurting her, not in any way. And you don't want to do that, either." Her chest heaved, and her entire body actually ached, as if moving away from him had removed some protective membrane. As if they had been connected in some way, physically. He had his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're right," he agreed. "No, fuck, you're right. It would be horrible. She's never been anything but good to me. But." "But," she agreed. "It's just as horrible having sex with her and thinking of you, which is already starting to happen." "I don't know what to tell you, Jackson. This is already a better deal for you than it is for either of us." It took every inch of her willpower to go to her room and close and lock the door behind her. Jackson wasn't around all the next week. Heather was quiet and avoided Beth. For a few terrible, guilt-ridden days, Beth wondered if maybe he'd said something to her. But she couldn't believe that had happened. Just a fight, then. But she missed seeing Jackson and she missed her roommate's usually cheerful personality. By Friday, when Heather wasn't getting dressed up to go to dinner, Beth knew something was wrong. "So what do I not know?" she asked softly when Heather came out to the living room in sweatpants. "It's over with Jackson," Heather replied quietly. "I just couldn't. But I miss him." "I miss him around here, too," Beth said, truthfully. Heather looked at her gratefully. "You were always so cool about having him here, which I appreciate." Beth felt like a horrible person in about twenty different ways. "Well, he's a good guy." "If you don't have to sleep with him," Heather said. "If you don't have to worry about sharing his particular kinks," Beth corrected. "You guys were just incompatible. It happens. It could just as easily have been something else." ***** It was nearly two weeks later when Beth got a text message from Jackson: "had to get my head together. can I see you?" She couldn't text back. She had to hear his voice. She dialed his number and he answered, his voice sliding around her like a warm blanket, wrapping her up, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. They planned to meet at his new apartment the next day. Beth couldn't sleep at all that night. She tossed and turned and forced herself to abstain from satisfying herself. She knew what he wanted. She knew what she wanted. And yet...it still felt wrong. Still felt forbidden, even though they were perfectly within their rights, as two single people. But it felt dirty nonetheless. She wondered if her entire attraction to Jackson was based on the fact that he was forbidden fruit. At his apartment the next day he was nervous, pacing. A very different Jackson. "There's no rule book for this," he began. "And I feel like this looks like a really bad situation. I feel like I'm asking you to be part of something that is...less than honorable." "And I've behaved so honorably? Jackson, I –" "Shhh... Please let me finish," he begged. "I just want to get this off my chest. I've been thinking of nothing but this for the past two weeks." "Okay," she agreed, taking a seat on his couch. "So...a couple things you should know." He paced back and forth before sitting down next to her. "Yes?" "First, I wasn't just interested in you after I found out you heard us. I was...attracted to you from the beginning. From the day I met you. And I really liked Heather at first, but the better I got to know her, the more I knew she wasn't the girl for me. And to be honest, I looked forward to hanging out with you. We always had such a good time." Beth nodded. "So should I have ended things with Heather earlier? Yeah. I guess so. I did like her, but I just didn't love her. I was into her, but not as much as I could have been. So that maybe was kind of wrong. But I hope it doesn't mess things up for us." "But..." Beth started. "Jackson, where do you see this going?" "I don't know," he answered truthfully. "I have no idea." They both sat quietly, and then Jackson scooted a bit closer, a familiar gleam in his eye. "I know one place I'd like it to go." Beth's breath caught in her throat. He took her hand, planted a feather-light kiss on this inside of her wrist, and grinned at her. "Jackson," she said weakly. " 'Jackson' nothing. You're here. That tells me everything. Tell me you don't want this." He pulled her to him and she didn't even try to protest. "I don't want to think. I don't want to ponder the world's problems. I want to get naked with you and have hot, sweaty, loud, endless sex." He was grinning like a little kid but she could tell he was aroused. Her body responded in kind and she grabbed his face and kissed him. And the kiss, the kiss that had been so long coming was steamy and feverish and all-consuming. She wanted to devour him. When they pulled apart they were both out of breath. Without a word, he slid his hand under her dress, his fingers dancing on her inner thigh as he moved them up, watching her face. When his fingertips reached the delicate edge of her panties, she whispered, "Take them off me." His fingers closed around the front and he yanked them down and she kicked them off the rest of the way. She crawled onto his lap, straddling him, and he reached between them to free his straining erection from his pants and slide it between her waiting pussy lips. She moaned as he sank into her, their clothes bunching between them, the zipper of his pants biting into her thigh, but she didn't care. Jackson was inside her, and she was delirious with lust. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he buried his face in her hair, murmuring, "It feels so good to be inside you...I've been thinking about your pussy all day...thinking about what it would feel like to fuck you." The thrill of him talking to her, directly to her, was unbelievable. Hotter than listening to him through walls, which she didn't think possible. "Tell me what you want," he urged her. "I want to hear you." "I want to ride your cock...I want you to fuck me and never stop. I want you to do anything you want to me." "Mmmm," he said, thrusting his hips up at her, making her gasp with each stroke. "I'm gonna make you cum and cum until you can't think straight." "OhgodJackson," she moaned. "Jackson, Jackson, Jackson..." She murmured his name and rode him, her entire body in a state of fever. She was so wet that she was soaking his khakis and the bottom of his tee shirt which had somehow gotten pressed between them. She was only slightly aware of it, aroused as she was. Jackson was tugging down the front of her dress now, cupping her breasts and rubbing his face on them as he fucked her. "Look at these perfect, beautiful tits," he breathed, sucking on one nipple and then burying his face between them. Then he took the other nipple between his teeth, lightly, no sucking or pressure, and the sensation of his mouth, the anticipation of what he would do next made her wild. "Yes...Oh Jackson..." "Yeah?" he murmured between her tits. "Don't...stop...don't..." "Nothing in the world could make me stop," he promised, grabbing her hips and rolling her so she was pinned beneath him on the couch, her bare legs wrapped around him, her sundress bunched around her waist. The front of his pants were soaked and he impatiently tugged them and his boxers off as she yanked at his tee shirt. He was naked and she was practically naked and in this position he was hitting all sorts of lovely new places within her, so that she writhed under him and gasped each time he hit a good spot. "Wanna cum yet?" he said with a grin, nibbling her collarbone. "Yes.... Oh, god, yes..." He looked into her eyes. "Tell me, then." "Make me cum," she growled, and he slid off of her and down her body to her hot, wet, cunt. His tongue found her clit and he licked and sucked at her until she was hovering on the edge, where he kept her, giving her just enough to keep her on the lee. And when she thought she couldn't stand it any more, that if she didn't cum she would faint from the intensity of the pleasure, he crawled back up to her and slid back inside her. His mouth when he kissed her tasted like her, and she nipped at his bottom lip as he buried his cock deep within her once again. "Cum for me," begged Jackson. "I want to hear you say my name and I want to watch your face while you cum." "I'm close...so fucking close..." she panted, wrapping her legs tighter, up around his ribs. "Cum on my cock...let me feel you...I want to feel that tight cunt squeezing my dick..." He was so close himself, holding back for her, but unable to keep it up for much longer. He felt his orgasm start, drawing up and out of his balls as he sank into her again and again. "Oh, fuck, Beth, I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming..." he groaned, and she started as well, her intense climax washing over her while she cried his name and dug her fingers into his ass. It seemed to go on and on, this unraveling of something inside of her, this breaking free. When they were both still he kissed her tenderly and murmured, "That was exactly what I always hoped it would be like. You're so amazing." "Why amazing?" she teased. "You let go. You let go and you're there with me. Any idea how fucking hot that is? Or how rare?" She shook her head, suddenly self-conscious, and buried her face into his neck, pressing her lips against him, tasting his sweat, still excited even after the force of her orgasm. But they napped in their exhausted heap, Jackson still between her legs, his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. ***** She had doubts. She constantly had doubts about him. About them. The old "if it starts with sex, it has nowhere to go" saying ran through her head. She second-guessed everything. When she was with him, she had no doubts. When she was away from him, she lived in panic, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And yet everything was great. They spent lots of time together, taking in the city like tourists, making out and groping one in public another like teenagers without a care. Jackson sent her e-mails throughout the day, some sweet, some erotic. Even grocery shopping together was an arousing experience. She tried not to be a neurotic mess and he was patient when she was one. He worked himself to death and she reminded him to leave it at the office...usually by luring him into bed. They spent the better part of the first month learning one another by trial and error, having missed the slow unfolding of one another that generally comes with dating. And sex with Jackson was like being on a beautiful private island. They wallowed in bed for hours, no clocks and no obligations and no cares, just pleasure. Jackson was tireless, adventurous, naughty, dirty. He teased her endlessly, made her beg, fucked her senseless, made tender love to her till she wept. It was a separate universe, their own planet. She was so free and so happily uninhibited and bloomed under his touch. She was alternately wanton or submissive or demanding or reluctant and he loved it all. He went any direction she wanted to go. There were no rules, no boundaries, no borders. She felt like they had invented sex together and the rest of the world was still waiting to learn. But. The doubts. Sometimes she could be sure and sometimes she lay awake in bed, watching him sleep, this perfect, incredible, loving, open man, and she wasn't sure at all. Jackson, though, was onto her. There were times when he woke up to find her staring at the wall and chewing her lip and he knew, without ever saying a word. "Stop," he pleaded, looking into her eyes. "Don't. We're fine. We're better than fine. Just stop." And he was so sincere and so concerned and so beautiful she gave in, every time. She just wished she could make it go away. One day she was pacing the floor of the apartment, gnawing on her thumb, waiting for Jackson to get back from the store, her stomach tied in knots, when he burst through the door, a big goofy smile on his face, and swept her into his arms, kissing all over her face until she giggled and squealed. "Somebody missed me," she murmured. "Two somebodies," he grinned, pressing her hand against his erection. "See what you do to me? I was hard before I even got up the stairs. But I have something for you." She gave him a suspicious look. "Not that. I mean, yes, that too, but something more important first." "More important than your giant cock inside me?" she teased, "What, pray tell, is better than that?" "Good point," he said. "But this is." He was suddenly serious and a little nervous. "Babe, what? You're scaring me..." He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket and then pressed it into her palm. It was a key ring with a single key on it, two silver letter charms – a "B" and a "J" - dangling from the ring. "I want you to move in here with me," he said. "This is yours. We do this at your pace. But I want you here. I want you here with me, every day, every night. We make so much sense together." Her mind reeled. Jackson had never lived with a woman before, she knew that. She'd lived with her fiancé and it had been a disaster. The whole thought of living together gave her palpitations. It would ruin everything. It would kill the sex... "Stop," he commanded, pulling her into his arms. "I see where you're going. Just stop. Everything is okay. I love you." Her eyes widened and so did his as he realized what he'd just said. He grinned. "I meant that, though, before you say anything. Things don't always happen like in the movies. Sometimes you can just blurt out to your girlfriend that you love her when you're trying to get her to move in with you and it's okay to do that. Want me to say it again? I'll say it again. I. Love. You." She felt her eyes welling up with tears and her chest tightening and she pulled away from him, her mind going in a million directions at once. He watched her and let her go, knowing she needed a moment, fully confident that she would be back. She didn't get far. She collapsed against the wall and looked at him, her eyelashes damp and all the breath gone out of her. Beth's Aural Obsession He gestured, the "go-ahead-and-let-me-have-it" that he was so famous for. "I know you're going to, so let's do this," he said. "What have you got?" "This is...what if..." "Are we doing what-ifs? Okay. I've got a what-if for you. What if we do this and you stop worrying and we spend the rest of our lives having an amazing time together. What if that happens?" "What if it doesn't?" she blurted. "What if?" he leveled back at her. "There's not one guarantee in this world, Beth. Not one thing. We could both die tomorrow, hell, this afternoon. I know what I know. I love you. I've been looking for you all my life. I found you, and that's it. There's nothing else for me." "What if you get sick of me?" "What if you get sick of me?" She smiled in spite of herself. "Impossible." "You said it. Any other brain-busters?" She giggled and smacked his arm. "What if...no, seriously, what if..." "What if what?" "What if it's not hot?" she blurted. "What if all the hotness comes from it being forbidden?" Now he laughed. "It's not forbidden at all. Did you forget? It hasn't been forbidden in almost four months. Can't use that excuse anymore. It's been long allowed and long enjoyed...can't use that one." "Okay, so what if...what if... we just fizzle out?" Jackson grinned and moved closer to her. "Oh, are we fizzling out?" "No, but-" she started, but Jackson was pressing against her, all lovely hard maleness, the smell of him making her delirious. "We're fizzling out?" he whispered, nuzzling down the side of her neck. She fought to keep her knees from buckling as his lips found their way to her cleavage. "No, but-" He pulled her sweater off and unhooked her bra, slowly rubbing his face on her breasts. She gasped and he unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down her hips, and she automatically stepped out of them. "You said fizzling out, so I'm just trying to see what you meant by that," he teased, turning her slowly so she faced the wall and placing her palms flat on the wall. He nibbled down her back at a leisurely pace, tormenting her by setting all her nerve endings on fire. Up and down and across her back, Beth gasping and making all sorts of noises in her throat. Then lower, sliding her panties down over her round bottom, down her legs, dropping them around her ankles. Rubbing his face across her ass cheeks, nibbling the flesh of her bottom as she stepped out of the panties and spread her legs for him. Little nibbles on her cheeks, nipping her sensitive skin lightly with his teeth. Then spreading her cheeks, his wet tongue darting against the tight rosebud of her ass, just a flicker. She whimpered and collapsed into the wall. "Oh, Jackson, oh my God," she whispered. "Do you suppose," he murmured, sliding one finger inside her hot, dripping cunt, still nibbling on the sensitive skin of her ass, just near the crack, teasing her. "That we are going to fizzle out?" "No, I didn't mean... Oh!" she gasped as his finger grazed her g-spot. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the cool wall, wishing he would stay just like this, on his knees, teasing her so deliciously. "I don't think so, either," he said. "This doesn't happen all the time. This much heat. In fact, this never happens." Two fingers in her now, sliding back and forth in her lubricious heat. "Forget fizzling," he continued, now kissing the back of her knee, his tongue exploring the crease there, then rubbing his face back and forth on the back of her thigh, the feeling of his slight stubble making her shiver. Beth was past all words at this point, her eyes still closed, weakened nearly to the point of collapse. And then he was up off his knees, turning her back around, cupping her face in his hands and whispering against her parted lips, "We're doing this. You and me. And it's going to be incredible." She opened her eyes and looked at Jackson, all that heat, all hers now. And then he closed his lips over hers, softly, and she moaned softly as she sank into him. He pressed her to the wall with his hips, and she felt his hard cock against her belly. She was overwhelmed, overwhelmed emotionally and overwhelmed with wanting him. And she stopped thinking about the key or what the key meant or the past or anything else and unzipped him and took his cock in her hand, marveling as she always did about the velvety texture across her soft palm. "Why does touching you make everything okay?" she whispered. "I don't know," he whispered back. "It just does." She stroked him and he whispered, "Oh, yeah, keep doing that...." "You like?" she teased. "Always," he promised. "Fuck! Yes...yes...I like..." She got on her knees in front of him, pulling his jeans down to his ankles, still stroking his hardon, inches away from her mouth. His cock twitched as she started feather-light strokes with her fingers, caressing his balls. He groaned and twined his fingers in her hair. She pressed her face into the dark thatch of curls, breathing in the scent of him, rubbing her face across his cock and under it, across the tops of his thighs. He sighed and she wet her lips with his precum while he watched her, his eyes darkening with lust as she licked his fluids off of her shining lips, murmuring appreciation for the taste of him. And then she swallowed him whole, sliding him all the way into her throat, until his cock nudged at the back of it. She held him in her hot mouth, not moving, her tongue massaging the bottom of his erection. "Fuck!" he gasped. "Oh, holy fuck, I don't think I can hold out very long here..." She moaned around his cock, the vibration stirring him further, her lips tightening around the base as she slowly drew them back, all delicious suction and pressure, his hips straining toward her as she slid her mouth down his shaft. She suckled at him and slowly pumped him in and out of her mouth, moaning with pleasure the entire time, her eyes closed. Jackson held her face like he was fucking it but let her lead, following her rhythm, building quickly to a climax, ready to spurt his cum down her throat. "Fuck, Baby, I'm so close," he moaned hoarsely. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now... Oh, fuck, here it comes..." She took the first and second ropes in her mouth, slurping his cum greedily, and pulled back slightly so the third one hit her chin, dripping down onto her tits, while the fourth and fifth surged onto her open lips, splashing across her waiting tongue. Jackson panted and closed his eyes as his orgasm subsided, his hands still twined in her hair. "You are so fucking hot with my load on your face," he breathed. "I know that's not very romantic, but goddamn, there's no better way to say it." "You're a total romantic," she giggled as he pulled his tee shirt off and wiped his face. " 'Well, Dad, if you'd like to know why I married him, it's because he wipes my face off for me after he shoots his cum all over it.' " He laughed and then stopped short. "Wait, did you say-" "Hypothetically. But yes." "Which thing are you saying yes to? The thing I asked you or the thing I haven't asked you yet?" "Yet?" "Beth, fuck, are you moving in? You little tease?" "I'm moving in," she said. "I'm gonna be crazy, but we're doing this." He pulled her off her knees and wrapped her in a giant bear hug. "I promise it's going to be amazing. I love you so much." "I love you too," she admitted. "We make our own rules." She nodded. "We do this for us. Me and you." "Okay." He pulled her toward the bedroom, shuffling because his pants were still down around his ankles. "Not done, are we?" he asked. "Nope," she grinned. "Good," he said. "Because now I'm gonna fuck you till you beg me to marry you." She laughed and raced him to the bed.