12 comments/ 95476 views/ 78 favorites On A Couch, Upstairs By: IsaacAssimov Allie and I had been dating for a few months. Before that we were friends for about a year and a half, growing closer and closer until things finally erupted in a kiss and everything clicked into place. When our lips parted and I saw the look in her eyes, I was flooded with warmth. All the pent up emotion I didn't realize I was suppressing, every sense on fire from my core to the tips of my fingers that had somehow ended up interlaced with hers. I saw that she felt it too, and suddenly the world made sense. I was lighter than air for the rest of the day, and I don't know how she made it home without wrapping her car around a tree. Now class had just let out for winter break in our senior year of high school, and we spent every evening we could together. More often than not that meant playing video games or watching movies on the couch in her game room upstairs. Mostly I remember the bookends of those nights, maybe just from idyllic repetition. Of course Allie looked incredible when she dressed up, but there was something even more exciting, in a way, about seeing her open the door to greet me in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. With her chestnut hair falling over one shoulder, bent into lazy waves from the ponytail she had worn all day, she had an incandescent glow. The nights usually ended with us cuddled up on her couch, talking. When we were lucky and her family was away or fast asleep, we would mess around under a blanket, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. But even more vivid and special to me were the goodbyes. Walking out to my car and spending our last minutes together in shadow from the yellow streetlights became our ritual. It never really got properly cold in the Southwest, but most nights were frigid enough that I would hold Allie close, her hands slipping underneath my shirt and hoodie to find the warmth of my skin. I think what I enjoyed most was the feeling that she was trying to keep me there for as long as possible, that she didn't want to let go. It was mutual, and our parting kisses always lingered on my tongue and on my mind as I drove home on empty suburban streets, feeling wistful and invigorated and alive. On one of these nights early in the break we were playing one of the Halo campaigns, the most recent in our string of co-op narratives to tackle together. I am unashamed to admit that Allie is way better than me at just about any given video game, but we worked pretty well as a team. Her dad had gone downstairs to watch TV about half an hour before, and our conversation fell back into the ease that comes with not having a parent in earshot. As we cleared another room of enemies, Allie got on the subject of being a girl gamer. "It sucks, because you have to use a headset to coordinate well online, but as soon as they hear my voice they become morons." I laughed. "Well, you're the most female interaction they get. What do you expect? They revert to a primal state." "Of idiocy? I don't know how the human race got to this point if that's what we had to deal with in the past." I scored a headshot and reveled in the explosion of goo from the alien's skull. "I'm not convinced getting to this point is that much of an accomplishment." Allie exhaled a snort of agreement as she tossed a grenade over a wall. "I just wish they'd shut up and play. I mean, the other day my whole team asked me if I'd rather give up cheese or blowjobs. Who asks that? And why would I care about giving up a bunch of work for somebody else's enjoyment?" "Well that is a stupid question. But it's not supposed to be work," I replied. "I'd love to try eating out. It sounds like a lot of fun." She looked sideways at me and I met her gaze, her eyebrow raised a hair. After a long second the moment was broken by a transport ship spilling out hordes of gun-toting aliens in the field in front of us. "Shit!" she cried. "Cover left!" We went to work at population control with laser rifles and rocket launchers. * * * * * An hour and a half later our exchange had slipped from my mind. After finishing a couple more Halo levels, we put down the controllers and fell to talking. Earlier her mom and dad had each come upstairs separately for a few minutes on thin pretenses, but by now the TV was off, the house had been quiet for at least twenty minutes, and Allie and I were curled up together on the couch between two blankets. One of my arms was wrapped around her back, and my other hand traced idly up and down the smooth thigh she had draped over my own leg. Allie had a fantastic ass, and even though it was hidden under the blanket at the moment I was grateful that the day had been warm enough for her to decide on the thin cotton shorts that hugged her so tightly. In a conversational lull she lifted her head from my shoulder to look at me, and I bent down to kiss her. She returned the kiss more hesitantly than I expected, and I pulled away after a few seconds. Before I could figure out what to say, she seemed to make up her mind, and she kissed me back with the usual passion. Our tongues danced and intertwined, and I moved my hand up her clean-shaved thigh to cup her ass. She slipped a hand under my shirt to stroke my abs and side, and we explored each other as our kisses grew more heated. We rolled a quarter turn and Allie straddled me, the upper blanket discarded in a heap. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, relishing her pert form as we kissed. Allie had a weird reservation about taking her shirt off, but I could hardly complain with the feel of her soft warmth filling my palms. Allie had settled with one leg between mine and another on the outside, and she began to gyrate her pelvis against my leg. What started as unconscious movement turned into deliberate pumping, and before long the length of her supple body was mashed against mine, writhing under my roaming hands. We were no longer really kissing, but her face hung an inch above mine, our hot breath mingling as I grasped her ass with both hands and helped her grind her crotch into my leg. Neither of us had ever brought the other to orgasm, but I was beginning to think that we might change that. Instead, she abruptly halted and started to catch her breath. Rather than draw out the moment, I flipped us around so that she lay underneath me and slid my hands up her sides. This seemed to break her trance, and she reached up to kiss me as I returned my attention to her erect nipples. But after only a few seconds she moved her hand to the center of my chest and pressed her palm against me, and I pulled away in concern. I searched her face for a sign of what was wrong, but to my surprise found her looking more timid than anything. Her eyes darted about nervously, making eye contact only for fleeting moments as she spoke haltingly. "So, what you said earlier. About, you know..." Allie glanced downwards and then back to me. Her fingers were curled against my skin underneath my shirt. "Were you being serious?" It took me a second, but my face slowly cracked into a smile as hers fell in expectation of ridicule. She started to say something else but I silenced her with a kiss and then moved down, sliding backwards on the couch so that I could brush my lips across her stomach where her shirt had ridden up. I put my hands on her shorts and felt her core tense up as I slipped a finger beneath the cotton at each of her hips. I raised my eyes to meet hers as I continued kissing her stomach. Her muscles eased into relaxation when I withdrew my fingers and began lightly massaging her legs. Allie's breathing grew deeper as I kneaded circular patterns in her thighs, searching for her tension and slowly pulling it out of her. My lips wandered across her stomach and waist at the same time. In time our eyes met and I realized her own fingers were under her shorts now. She pushed the fabric down and together we slipped off her shorts and panties, Allie wriggling out of them to settle back on the disheveled blanket. Her knees parted at my touch and I took in the sight before me. Her small pink lips already glistened with arousal. The tight slit they traced out pouted open at the bottom as if in anticipation. Closely trimmed dark hair set off the tenderness of the flesh it framed. Most of the girls I had seen in porn were shaved, but open in front of me Allie's pussy was more enticing than any I had seen on a computer screen. I could smell her now, a dense and complex scent that I didn't understand but couldn't get enough of. When I finally tore my eyes away I saw that her expression was once again one of apprehension. "You're gorgeous," I said, and I meant it. I lowered my head and softly kissed her pussy lips. She shivered at my touch, but let her thighs spread an inch or two wider. I breathed in deeply while gently nuzzling her skin, trying to fill myself with her aroma. My hands went back to work on her legs, but now my attention was focused squarely between them. I started with small licks, letting her taste linger on the tip of my tongue. In between I would grasp her skin between my lips and pull gently at her. I started tracing longer strokes up and down her slit, teasing her lips apart. When I glanced up I saw that her eyes were closed and one of her hands had crept under her shirt, where she was caressing her nipple. I rested my tongue at the bottom of her pussy and then planted, thrusting my tongue inside her and licking strongly upwards. Her eyes stayed closed, but she let out a low moan and bucked her hips into me. I returned the pressure, burying my face between her legs and kissing her pussy deeply. When she settled back into the couch cushion I went to work, licking and sucking her sweet skin with greater fervor. I did my best to mix things up, alternating licks up the length of her lips with deeper penetration. But I coaxed the best reactions out of her when I pressed my mouth against her pussy, let my tongue wander inside her, and hummed into her flesh. Allie was doing her best to keep quiet, but small moans and whimpers still managed to escape. As she began to shift and squirm against my mouth, I moved my hand to her pussy and coated my fingers in her juices. Still teasing her with my tongue, I started rubbing light circles around her clit with my fingertips. I carefully watched her face, and when I zeroed in on her clit I saw her eyes pop open and heard a small "oh." As her gaze met mine her surprise gave way to pleasure, and soon her eyes closed again, her head rolling back to rest on the arm of the couch. Her breaths grew deeper as I rubbed tighter and faster circles around her clit, at the same time sucking her delicate lips into my mouth. As one of her hands grew frenzied under her bra, the other dug into the couch at our side. I licked a long, slurping path up her slit and took her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. My hand dropped lower between her legs, where her dripping lips warmly accepted two of my fingers. Her breathing was getting frantic now, and I sensed she was close. Too afraid to change anything and risk losing Allie's rapture, I kept my pace steady. With her taste filling my mouth and my fingers thrusting in and out of her, I watched her back arch up off the couch and her body begin to ripple with small convulsions. Her eyes were clamped shut, her fingers madly kneading her breast, her mouth opening and closing in silence. Her moans were replaced with the urgent sound of shallow panting, and I felt her thighs squeeze the sides of my head. I sucked hard on her clit and rode out the bucks of her orgasm, relishing the sight and taste and smell of her. Eventually she reached down and pushed at my head, and I released her flushed skin from my mouth and sat up. Her eyes still shut, she let her legs close and fall together to the side. I rested my hand on the curve of her ass where her skin, damp with sweat, radiated heat. As I leaned against the backrest and watched her chest rise and fall, I couldn't quite tear the stupid grin from my face. When she finally opened her eyes, her expression seemed almost disbelieving. She saw my smile and tried to roll her eyes at me, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. "See, I told you it would be fun," I said. "And if you think that was a chore, you couldn't be more wrong." This time she really did roll her eyes, but then reached out to grasp my arm. "Just come here," she said in mock exasperation. She shifted to let me lay down in between her and the back of the couch, and I slid my arms around her. We shared a long, slow kiss, and when our lips parted I found her staring into my eyes, searching my face. I kissed the tip of her nose and pulled the blanket back over us, making sure to hide Allie's shorts and panties under it. With Allie naked from the waist down, her bra undone under her shirt, and her juices still coating my fingers and lips, we drifted off to sleep, looking for all the world like innocent cuddlers. * * * * * Allie and I both had family obligations, so it was a few days before we saw each other again. My head hadn't stopped racing with memories of that night since we said goodbye. That was about all we had said; after we napped for half an hour Allie was quiet as she dressed and walked me outside. Her body melted into mine on the still street next to my car, her head buried in the crook of my neck and her chest pressing softly into mine with each breath. Our kiss goodbye was tender, with only the lightest touch of tongue between her soft lips. Her hand lingered on my neck, her thumb resting gently on my jawline. I drove home with the windows down and no music on, letting the sound of the road wash over me. I saw no one else. At home I paused on the street in front of my house, the only sound in the sleepy neighborhood the scratching of my shoes on concrete. I breathed in the night air and went inside. In the intervening days we texted like normal, without a mention of our last night together. Visions of Allie's dripping pussy floated through my head as I knocked on her door, but they were dispelled when she answered. The real image that replaced them was almost as enticing. Allie stood inside in sweatpants and a salmon-colored tank top that both hugged her body closely, emphasizing the curves of her ass and breasts. She greeted me with an energetic hug and we walked into the kitchen where I made small talk with her parents for a few minutes. We talked about my upcoming family vacation and they revealed that they would be spending the evening with Allie's older sister Bree at a friend's wedding. "Thank god I'm not invited," Allie said. "Don't worry," her dad replied. "I'm gonna send you in my place so your boyfriend and I can play video games." I laughed. "Sounds like fun, but I don't think you can hold a candle to Allie's skills." "You guys just wait. I've been holding out on you, saving the good stuff for later." Allie snickered at him. "Do you mean on the one game you can even figure out how to play?" He waved her off and we headed upstairs to turn on the console. We only made it through a level and a half before Allie's dad poked his head up from the stairs and bade us goodbye. "Be good, kids. Sorry you don't get to sit through an exhilarating ceremony with a bunch of strangers." "Yeah, yeah," Allie intoned as she burst from cover and unloaded on a group of advancing enemies. "Get out of here with your adult stuff." A minute later the garage door started closing, and to my surprise Allie paused the game the instant we heard it halt. She tossed her controller aside and swung a leg over me to sit in my lap. Looking up to her face, I relished the way her shirt cut in under her breasts and accentuated their perkiness. She leaned down and I accepted her kiss, her hair falling from her shoulder to brush the side of my face. Her mouth was warm and the kiss wet and sloppy. Her tongue darted around my mouth with a level of eagerness that I had rarely seen before, and her hands were already under my shirt on my stomach. I squeezed her sides and thought back to when she confessed how much she enjoyed seeing me shirtless, and how amazed and lucky I felt that someone as gorgeous as her could be attracted to me. I felt equally lucky today with Allie's tongue in my mouth and her hands all over me. As I reached under her top to caress her back, she broke off our kiss momentarily. "Wow," I said. "You're certainly fiery today." I grinned at the passion flashing in her eyes. "Well," she said as she kissed me again, "I realized I never really said thank you for the other night." "The other night was incredible. I should be thanking you. I told you giving would be its own fun." "Hmm, that you did," she agreed before giving me another hungry kiss. As I reached up to unclasp her bra she pulled away again, her eyes gleaming. "But," she interrupted, "I still haven't really thanked you. And I intend to fix that before you leave me to visit stupid Kentucky." My hands paused at her back and hers fell to my lap, where she unfastened my belt and went to work at my jeans. She unzipped my fly and tugged my pants down underneath her, holding eye contact with me the whole time. After giving me another wet kiss, she slid off the couch to kneel at my feet. Allie's earlier advances had already given me an erection, and without her on my lap my cock strained at the fabric of my boxers. Her attention shifted to focus on this phenomenon while she freed my feet from my jeans, and when she put her hand on my penis it throbbed under only a thin layer of cotton. She had all the eagerness of before, but her touch was still a bit timid. Even so, her gaze never left my lap as she found my fly and let my cock spring to attention in front of her. After a second she wrapped two fingers and her thumb lightly around the base where it jutted from my boxers. If I was hard before, her touch and the look in her eyes had me made out of granite now. "So, this is what's been poking me all those times we made out." "You can't blame me, with someone as hot as you around." She shifted her hand to grip me fully and met my eyes for the first time since leaving my lap. Slowly she leaned forward and let the tip of her tongue dart out to lick the underside of my head before she spoke again. "Well, officially, thank you." She took the tip of my cock in her mouth and I groaned in pleasure, leaning back into the couch. Her mouth engulfed me in heat, and when she flicked her tongue over the head of my penis she set my entire length tingling. I gaped stupidly at the sight before me as Allie took me deeper into her mouth and started pumping the base of my cock with her hand. No video I had ever seen had even come close to this. Allie exuded passion, and I wanted the image of my cock filling her mouth fixed in my mind for eternity. Her velvet lips slid up to the tip of my penis and released me, and she began licking my shaft as she pumped my full length. When her eyes met mine I was once more overcome with love and lust, and she sent shudders down my spine when she surrounded me again with her wet warmth. She was getting more confident now, bobbing her head up and down with a pause every now and then to swirl her tongue over the head of my cock. With every second her motions grew more sure and I grew closer to bursting. As she gave me a hard pump and flicked her tongue over my most sensitive spot, the underside of my glans, I let out a moan. "Ohh Allie I'm gonna come." She fixed her eyes on mine and planted her lips firmly around the tip of my cock, pressing her tongue against its underside. Her fist rose and fell steadily as cum pumped out of me, my dick pulsing in her hand. She actually sucked my cock, pulling the cum from my spasming shaft into her waiting mouth. On A Couch, Upstairs I must have spilled twice as much semen as usual. Allie almost caught it all, but she started to pull away as one final rope of cum squirted out to land on her chin. She giggled and swallowed my seed, licking her lips while she continued to stroke my emptied shaft. "Whoa," I breathed. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen." She smiled bashfully, looking more radiant than ever with the thick spurt of my cum angled across her chin. "I, um. I didn't want to make a mess." She wiped the cum from her chin into her mouth and leaned forward to suck the last drops from my penis as it began to soften. The tip of her tongue probed the opening of my glans in a way that suggested this was about more than cleanup, despite any claims to the contrary. I took her hands in mine and pulled her up onto the couch, gathering her in my arms. When I kissed her I could detect the hint of an unfamiliar taste amid her usual flavors. She laughed, nuzzling my cheek with her nose. "How do you taste?" "Nowhere near as delicious as you do." We kissed again and I slid a hand between her legs, but she cut me off. "Uh uh. We need to finish this damn campaign, so you better get your pants on." I eyed her with a measure of disbelief, but she extricated herself from my arms and tossed my jeans in my lap. "Come on!" She bounced to her feet girlishly. "I'm pretty sure we can beat this game tonight." I had to laugh at how she grabbed the controller and pertly sat next to me as if nothing had happened, but I folded my penis into my boxers and pulled my jeans back on anyway. Soon I had aliens to focus on instead of blowjobs. We did beat the game, but Allie cut our celebratory kiss short to fetch us some ice cream. It amazed me that she could act so chaste when only a couple of hours earlier she had swallowed my cum with a smirk. I began to sense that her oblivious act was just that, though, and by the time I had to leave her lust was starting to show through the facade. Outside by my car she pressed her body tightly against mine, claiming the ice cream had left her especially chilly. I didn't question her explanation, instead choosing to savor her presence as she filled my arms. We shared a long kiss, and when we broke apart I broached the subject out loud for the first time with all our clothes on. "You were incredible earlier. I can't believe how lucky I am." "Mmm," she murmured in approval, and kissed me. "You're damn right you are. But I had to say thank you somehow." "So, was it as tedious as you expected?" Her eyes flitted to the ground. "What you did was so...nice." Her words came in twos and threes, as if what she wanted to say repeatedly built up inside her and burst forth in little waves. "I wanted to repay you, but I was nervous, so I may have, uh, done some research." I cocked an eyebrow at her and the corner of my mouth turned up as she looked back to my eyes. I had never gotten the impression that the idea of porn interested Allie at all, and the way she spoke certainly made it sound like this was her first venture into it. "Well, whatever you did paid off. You were amazing," I said. Allie smiled and we kissed again. "It was actually kind of hot." She glanced away and then back to me. "I ended up touching myself to this one video," she confessed in a husky whisper. I was leaned against my car with the weight of Allie's body firmly pressing into mine. She stood with a foot on either side of my left leg, and as she spoke her last sentence her pelvis shifted against my thigh. "Yeah? Did you come?" She kissed me and I felt her hips press again into my leg as her tongue explored my mouth. "Mhm. But when I came, I wasn't thinking about the video." I angled my thigh out further and Allie began to grind against me in earnest. In imitation of the time before I ate her out, I took her firm ass in my hands and gave her a squeeze, guiding and encouraging her motions. "What were you thinking about?" She breathed her reply into my mouth in broken pieces between deep kisses. "I was thinking—" "—about what yours would look like—" Her hips rocked urgently. "—and feel like—" "—And when I tasted you tonight—" she dragged herself up and down my thigh, panting into my mouth. "—I got so wet." She set her teeth lightly around my lower lip and pulled back, teasing me as the pace of her hips increased. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and then sucked on my own tongue hungrily. I clutched her ass to me, her full weight grinding on my leg now. Our kiss broke and she let out a small moan as she squirmed atop my thigh. Her movements grew more spastic but I kept guiding her forward and back in rhythm as she came. Allie shuddered against me, her breath hot on my cheek. When she reached the peak of her orgasm I moved my right hand from her ass to the front of her sweatpants and plunged it down her panties. She gasped as I worked my fingers between our bodies, pushing past her damp pubic hair to find her clit. I felt Allie's legs clench around my own while I vigorously rubbed her. Within seconds she completely lost control and loosed high-pitched whimpers into the night air as I brought her to a second orgasm. I had to move my free hand from her ass to wrap my arm around her waist and keep her balanced on me. We were hidden from Allie's house by the car, but anyone looking out the window on the other side of the street would have seen her slender frame spasming around my hand, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her whimpers trailed off and her movements slowed, and as she collapsed against me I pulled my hand from her soaked panties to embrace her. "Holyfuckingshit," she managed. "I did not mean to do that." "And I am very glad you did anyway." We grinned at each other as her breathing returned to normal. "I really should get going. Our plane leaves at nine in the morning." Allie pouted. "I'm gonna miss you." "You have no idea," I replied, and kissed her. We drew it out, but soon she accepted that we really had to part. When she stepped back from me her eyes were fiery. "You're coming over the day you get back." "You bet your ass I am," I agreed, and as she turned to go inside I gave her a spank. She looked back at me in mock admonition, and blew me a kiss as I started the car. By the time I lay down in bed, my erection still hadn't subsided. I let my shaft poke through my boxers and took hold of it, pumping steadily as I closed my eyes and envisioned Allie's hands and mouth around my flesh. I was usually careful about where I came to make cleanup easy and surreptitious, but not tonight. It only took a minute or two before cum was spurting from my cock, and I imagined it landing in ropes on Allie's smiling face. I fell asleep with semen splattered on my stomach, not caring in the slightest. * * * * * Vacation was torture. I spent a week living in my aunt and uncle's basement, sharing a bathroom with my parents and sharing just about all my time with my two younger cousins. They were 8 and 11, charming boys but exhausting companions and not who I wanted to be passing my week with. I spent the nights on an air mattress, stubbornly erect and painfully aware of the sound made by my every movement. With my parents in the next room I didn't dare seek release. Allie and I texted constantly, and for the most part our conversations were tame. On Christmas night, though, the day before I would finally return to my home and to Allie, I got a more suggestive message. Allie's parents had given her champagne with Christmas dinner, and it seemed to loosen her up a bit. "Missing you again. Wish you were here to help me research." "Me too," I sent back. "What kind of research are you doing tonight?" I set my phone down next to me on the bed and went back to reading. My parents had gone to bed about twenty minutes before, and the house was dead quiet. My phone buzzed. "Very in depth ;). Join me?" "Wish I could. No privacy here." My penis was already rising, and I found it difficult to concentrate on my book while I waited for her next text. ":(( But if you do it'll be like you're really here! My fingers aren't as good." "Every part of you is talented. If I was there my tongue would do the work for you ;)." My erection formed a tent out of my sheet, and I didn't even bother opening my book again this time. Her reply was quick. "Mmm and mine for you. Plz join me and imagine. I'm already lonely enough :(" My cock twitched as if to egg me on. "You always know how to make me take risks." I hit send and slid my hand under the sheets to grab my cock. I took it slow to keep from making noise, but after almost a week of frustration I was already itching for release. My phone buzzed in my other hand. ";) I'll make it worthwhile, promise. Just think about those talents you mentioned." "I never stop. And what are you thinking about?" "How much better it felt when you rubbed me than when I do it. You've got me so wet and you're not even here." An image of Allie in bed with her fingers at work between her legs hit me like a freight train. I found it difficult to keep my pace slow as I tapped out a reply with my free hand. "I'd love some proof of that ;)" With no idea how she would respond to that request, I waited anxiously. Only a minute passed as I forced myself to maintain measured strokes, but it felt like an eternity compared to the pace of our conversation so far. Then my phone lit up, and I saw that it was not a text but a call. I hesitated, then swung out of bed and walked to the bathroom as quickly and stealthily as I could. My cock swayed in front of me, the rush of air as I walked cooling the precum that had oozed from my tip. At this point it really didn't matter if I was tucked inside my boxers or not; if I got caught it was a bad situation no matter what. I shut the bathroom door and turned on the faucet to provide a little background noise. My free hand was already back on my cock by the time I hit the answer button and put the phone to my ear. Allie's voice was barely more than a whisper. "Took you long enough." "I had to take some precautions." "Well don't think you can get greedy just 'cause I miss you. I don't need any pictures of me floating around out there." "Then I guess you'll just have to paint me a mental picture." "Hmm," her voice came low through the speaker. "Well, I'm sitting in my bed with my hand between my legs, wishing it was you." I pictured her creamy thighs opened to accept her hand, her fingers exploring her soft folds. "How wet are you?" "Oh my god. My panties have been soaked all week. I actually had to change yesterday." Her voice was thick with lust. "And what about tonight?" I stood in front the open shower curtain, my cock stiff as I pumped myself over the bathtub. "Tonight—" she gave a short moan "—I just had to take them off. I think I'm making a huge wet spot in my bed, but—" another soft whimper "—but I don't care." My grip tightened on my shaft. "I wish I was there to taste all that wetness. You are so incredibly delicious." "Mmm, and I wish I could feel your hot tongue on me." She breathed soft static over the line. "Are you rubbing yourself while you think about my tongue, Allie?" She moaned her assent. "Put your fingers inside yourself. That's me. Let me fill you up while I lick you." Her voice grew urgent, as did my hand. I felt a tightening in my sack, a week's worth of pent up semen aching to escape. "Yes, I want you inside me. Oh god. Ohh, I'm gonna—" Her voice trailed into incoherence as we came together, miles apart. Cum shot from my penis to hit the tile wall in front of me, but all I could see was Allie's ecstasy as she plunged her fingers into herself, soundtracked by the distorted moans in my ear. My knees buckling, I opened my eyes in time to see a final drip of cum land in the bathtub. Evidence of my weeklong abstinence stretched along the porcelain to where the first shots had splattered on the wall. Allie's voice raised me from my reverie. "Merry Christmas, babe." I panted back, "And a very merry Christmas to you." She giggled, "Sounds like you've got some cleaning to do." "You're one to talk, Miss Wet Spot," I countered. "Well, then we both should get to it. I love you. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." "I love you too, Allie. Miss you like crazy." She made a smooching sound and hung up, leaving me to clean up after myself and creep back to bed. I fell asleep smiling, and dreamed about the day to come. * * * * * Airports sucked the day away. We got an early start but even so the sky was beginning to darken by the time I dropped off my luggage and excused myself. I needed a shower and a shave, but Allie convinced me to skip them and see her first. She opened the door before I could knock, bouncing across the threshold to hug me tightly and plant a kiss on my lips. "You are scruffy," she said with my arms still around her waist. "I kind of like the smell, though. It's like you just worked out. So manly!" she joked. "You know," she continued as we stepped inside, "the reason I wanted you over tonight so badly is that my parents are out of town." "Really?" I grinned and pulled her back to me for a deeper kiss, reaching down to cup her ass over her boyshorts. "Yes, but," she interrupted, "Bree is here." She laughed at the exaggerated pout I made at the idea of her sister ruining our fun. "Don't worry, she's got some thing with her boyfriend later that I'm sure will take a long time," she said, drawing out the sound of "long" in hyperbole. "Now come upstairs and play nice," she instructed as she led me across the room. "I always do," I said suggestively, enjoying the view of her tight ass bouncing up the stairs at eye level in front of me. That earned me an exasperated look from over Allie's shoulder, but I'm sure I also caught a hint of concealed satisfaction when she noticed me admiring her from behind. The three of us watched TV and chatted, Allie and I sitting together underneath a blanket with her sister further down the couch. Bree looked a lot like her younger sibling, but wore her dark brown hair in a closer cut that fell short of her shoulders. Her face, a little broader than Allie's, might have been just as pretty had I not been in love with her sister. The girls also shared their trim build, but I noticed with some satisfaction as Bree sat down that her ass just couldn't compete with my girlfriend's. My hand, patiently resting on Allie's leg for the first twenty minutes of conversation, began to grow restless. I started massaging Allie's thigh under the blanket, keeping an eye on her face in my periphery. She appeared completely oblivious, still listening intently to Bree. For the next few minutes my hand inched slowly up Allie's leg in the course of my massage. The blanket kept everything warm, but I could still feel the heat of her sex as Allie shifted her leg mid-sentence to allow me better access. I nudged a finger under her shorts, the leg of which had already ridden up substantially with my massage. Her panties weren't soaked as I had hoped, but they clung to her skin with unusual definition and did sport a damp spot that I soon found with my middle finger. Allie's legs moved again as I rubbed softly up her slit, the wet patch seeming to grow larger by the second. By the time I repositioned to rest my fingertips at the waistband of Allie's shorts, we were on the subject of horror movies. In the middle of Bree's sentence I wiggled my hand downwards under her sister's panties, disguising the movement by shifting in my seat. "Yeah, it was good, I just hate the movies where—" "Oh!" Allie interjected in surprise, quickly covering by turning it into a thoughtful, "mhm." "—where all they do is jump scares." Allie's shock may have been more evident, but mine was just as real. With my hand between her legs I found the reason her panties had traced her folds so closely: she was shaven completely bare. I realized the pause following Bree's thought was about to become suspicious and replied, "Yeah, you've gotta do most of the work with suspense, whether or not you end it with a jump." When Bree wasn't looking I caught a glare from Allie, but the way her legs had clamped around my hand told me that she didn't want me to withdraw. For a minute I just let my hand rest under her panties, relishing the burning heat of her soft skin. When I curled my fingers to trace a line up her labia, I felt that her pussy was flowing freely. Allie opened her legs again to give me some maneuvering room, and I jumped back into the conversation. "I think that's why horror sequels are so hard to get right." My fingers brushed across Allie's pussy. "Recreating what made the first movie good gets you nowhere." I dipped a finger just deep enough to part her lips and coat my fingertip in wetness, then spread her juices around her sensitive skin. "There can't really be suspense if you follow the same formula as the last time." The girls agreed, with Allie silently nodding her assent to keep from having to speak. I decided to up the stakes. "Actually, Allie was saying something really interesting along those lines the other day. What was it you said?" As soon as she started to speak I pressed my middle finger into her tight pussy. "Oh, I, um. Right." She floundered as I penetrated her to the knuckle, my other fingers splayed out to caress her mound. "I was saying," she bought herself time, "that people think they want sequels with similar plots because that's what they liked originally." Another pause. "But really, we should trust the person who came up with the first plot to do something new." I was impressed by her ability to cover, and Bree didn't seem to notice that my prompt had been bogus in the first place. "Right! That's why a lot of the time spiritual sequels are the best. There's no need to continue the story directly." As her sister went on to discuss one of her favorite movies, I began fingering Allie in earnest. I could see her cheeks flushing as my fingers plunged in and out of her slippery folds, and heat poured off her in quivering waves. Her hand had found its way to my back, where she rubbed in tandem with my motions while we pretended to listen. I encouraged Bree to tell us more, and she continued obliviously as I developed a rocking motion between her sister's legs. Careful not to disturb the blanket that covered our indecency, I pushed my middle two fingers as deep as possible into Allie's vagina and curled them upwards, probing for her g-spot. Then I rocked my hand back, stroking her tender clit with the heel of my hand before repeating the process. It had quite an effect. By the time Bree's monologue wound down, Allie was working hard to manage her breathing. I knew there was no way she could conceal a full orgasm during conversation, so I suggested that we watch a funny video I had seen the other day. I felt Allie hovering at the tipping point and backed ever so slightly off my pace, keeping her riding a knife's edge as Bree opened her laptop and found the video. Allie had increased the pressure on my back over the last few minutes, but now her hand grasped desperately at my shoulder blade, clutching for purchase. With the video distracting Bree, I finger-fucked Allie with reckless abandon, the blanket surely moving enough to give us away had anyone been watching. Allie came as I grinded into her clit, her legs squirming and her breath barely under control. My fingers were flooded with an outpouring of her hot juices. I split my vision between the two sisters, making sure Bree's attention stayed on the screen while I relished Allie's struggle to appear calm. The video ended with my hand squeezed tightly to Allie's pussy between her thighs, and she managed to turn her rush of breath into a reasonably convincing laugh as her orgasm tapered off. I knew she had no idea what we just watched. On A Couch, Upstairs I relinquished the pressure on Allie's clit and reverted to rubbing gentle circles across her mound when Bree noticed the time. "Whoops! Gotta go or I'll be late. Don't wait up for me!" The second she disappeared downstairs Allie was in my arms, her mouth hot on mine, her back arched to press her chest against my own. My hands roamed over her back and sides and ass, the fingers of my right hand leaving damp traces wherever they touched. "You," she breathed between urgent kisses, "are gonna pay for that, mister." I grinned and nibbled at her neck. "That sounds like a debt that I'll enjoy paying." Bree yelled, "Bye guys!" from downstairs and we parted for long enough to respond in unison. By the time the front door slammed shut, Allie had pulled the blanket completely over our heads and sat squarely on my lap, our tongues intertwining once more. When we came up for air the fire in her eyes was apparent even in the near darkness of our little tent. I allowed her to pull my shirt over my head and, to my surprise, she then did the same for herself. My interest didn't go unnoticed. Allie explained, "Well obviously I don't want to have clothes on for my first time," and my cock throbbed even harder underneath her. As she undid my belt and jeans, I reached around her to unfasten her simple white bra. She shrugged it off and even in the dim light that filtered through to us I was struck by her beauty. Her small breasts swelled from her body in graceful curves just inches away from me, and her petite pink nipples begged to be touched. But Allie had lust in her eyes, and she didn't give me time to sit back and admire the view. She tugged at my jeans and I helped her pull them down with my boxers, my cock springing up between us even before I could kick my the garments away from my feet. With Allie sitting astride my lap, getting her naked was a little trickier. She leaned forward into me, mashing her breasts into my chest. As she nibbled at my ear, I slid my hands down her back to pull down her shorts and panties together. I gave her ass a generous couple of squeezes in the process, and my hand brushed across her labia as I slid the tangle of fabric down around her thighs. Then Allie closed her legs, stretching them out behind her and putting her entire weight on me. My engorged penis was pinned between us, and I could feel her wetness on me. I relished our full-body contact and took a second to run my hands over Allie's taut back and full ass before pushing her clothes as far down her legs as possible. She kicked them off and leaned back, her legs parting again to straddle me. I could have come right then, seeing the girl I loved naked in my lap, my cock drawing a line from her stomach to her shaven mound, her eyes intense on mine. But I kept myself together and instead glanced at our laps, questioning, "Do we need...?" She cut me off with a devilish grin and a shake of her head. "Nope." Her voice dropped back into that sexy husky whisper as she moved her head closer to mine, her fingers curled against my chest. "I had been thinking about it for a while, and then the day after you ate me out I got on the pill." Our lips touched and I felt her hand grasp my penis. We didn't even kiss, really—just breathed each other's breath as she slowly stroked me. Her mons moved almost imperceptibly against my shaft. After an impossible amount of time Allie leaned back and raised herself off my lap. She positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, her juices already beginning to coat me. The heat in our blanket cocoon was intense, but it could not compare to the burning desire I felt as her lips parted to take in my tip. She sank slowly. I watched rapt, in awe of the tightness of her pussy. Every inch of me that she swallowed me took coaxing, but each felt more incredible than the last. Her warmth gripped and embraced me, our progress eased by an abundant mix of her juices and my precum. Halfway down she let out the softest whimper, but didn't stop or show any sign of pain. Then Allie was sitting on my lap with my cock buried inside her in searing bliss. As she shifted her weight to lean forward her pussy gave another fraction of an inch, and I could feel myself sheathed to the hilt. With her hands on my chest and mine at her hips, we kissed, deeply, passionately. It was not like our frantic scramblings of earlier. It was slow and tender and intimate. Allie in my hands under that blanket was the world—my entire, beautiful world. It was a kiss of love. But after we pulled apart and our eyes flickered open, lust reigned its head once more. I saw it in Allie's face and I felt it in the way my cock throbbed against the walls of her pussy, and we wasted no time satisfying our desire. Allie grinned and started rolling her hips, and yet again I found my hands guiding her ass as she rocked her pelvis against me. The smell of sex was intense in our little blanket fort. I breathed it in greedily and began moving in time with Allie, thrusting in and out of her pussy. Every so often she sat down hard and gyrated her hips, grinding her sex against me in captivating circles. Then she was fucking me, lifting herself until only the head of my penis remained between her pussy lips and then sliding down on my cock to meet my hips. The blanket gave up and slipped over our heads to reveal her perfect form in the half-light of the game room. Her creamy breasts jiggled each time our bodies slapped together; her pink nipples stood hard with arousal. Following the curve of her body down, I savored the cut of her waist that then swelled to her hips, between them her pussy being split in two by my cock over and over again. I reached up to fondle her soft breasts as she moaned in rhythm with our motions. For the first time we felt no need to stifle ourselves, and as Allie grew closer to the edge her voice became louder and more urgent. I felt the pressure rising in me at the same time, so I moved a hand to her mons and started rubbing her clit with my thumb. Allie's cries rose in pitch with every thrust as I rubbed faster and we fucked harder, and I felt her pussy begin to contract around me. She leaned forward and mashed our bodies together again, trapping my hand between us with intense pressure. I kept wiggling my thumb against her clit as much as I could, at the same time taking over the bulk of our thrusting motion. She grinded hard into me and her pussy gripped my shaft as she entered a screaming orgasm, and with her body convulsing on my cock I lost control in turn. I pumped pulse after pulse of cum deep within her, still plunging into her pussy as she spasmed around me. Her moans turned into a squeal while I emptied myself in her. As I continued to thrust, cum overflowed her pussy and coated us both in a mixture of semen and pussy juice that spilled out around my pulsing cock. Finally she quieted and my thrusting slowed to a halt, and we held each other's breathless, quivering bodies. When Allie lifted her head to kiss me, I accepted her lips in exhausted ecstasy. I pivoted and lay back on the couch, Allie's body draped over mine, my softening cock still inside her. She nestled her head on my shoulder and we slept. I didn't dream. My greatest fantasy lay asleep on top of me, her chest gently rising and falling in sync with my own.