0 comments/ 38591 views/ 10 favorites Unresponsive By: PoignantPassion I waited as long as I could. The covers flew in a procession, off my body, on my body. Lying one minute on my side, then on my back, then on my stomach, burying my face in the hot pillows. My teeth gritted, I clutched at the sheets and waited. But, it was no use. With one quick motion, I threw my pajama clad legs over the bed and stood, arms covering around my tits, squeezing them into me, as a shiver worked up my body despite the heat in my core. I stepped forward, walking with soft steps to the bedroom door, opening it and stepping outside. Leaning against the doorway, I looked at her door down the hall, feeling her on the other side of it, burning into my skin like she was staring at me. Oh, why did I do this to myself? I walked quietly down the hall, pausing at her door, my fingers timidly reaching out for the cold handle, pushing my tits against the cool surface, followed by my lips. My hands were hot, sweaty, and slid on the doorknob. But, I twisted it quietly and opened it. I blinked for a moment or two and finally focused on the bed, on the lifeless form beneath the covers. Light from the streetlight outside had filtered through the sheer curtains and coated her. She was curled up in fetal position away from me. I saw the long strands of her dark hair against the pillow behind her. Her shoulder was uncovered, and I recognized the small strap of the pink cotton nightie she wore. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the room and gently pushed the door closed behind me. There was a soft click. There wasn't much movement from the bed, but I could see the tightening in her back. As usual, she pretended to still be asleep. But, I knew she expected me. Like every night. I came. Every night. Uninvited. Unwelcome. I came. I stepped to her bed, my blue eyes scorching through that back, that soft fair shoulder, that long silky black hair. Just being that close to her, my heart was pounding a loud beat in my ears, and a flash of heat worked up my body. I felt it everywhere. Between my thighs, between my breasts, in my mouth. I tasted her already. I pulled up the covers and slid inside, watching her shoulders tense even further, like always. I scooted up as close as I could without touching her, my nose resting close behind her hair, smelling the familiar scent of her shampoo. I raised two long slim fingers and traced the path of that strap on her shoulder, then slipped a fingertip beneath, stroking the warm skin now. I could tell from her body that her breath had quickened. I was learning to read every little nuance of response since she gave me so little. My finger swept down the length of the strap to where it met the rest in the back, and then I swept it back up and slid the string from her shoulder, leaning in and pressing my soft lips to that skin. My eyes closed as my lips felt her warmth and my body coiled up tight with anxiety. I opened my eyes to half look at the side of her face as I let my tongue sweep out over the warm silky skin of her shoulder. Of course, her eyes remained closed, but I saw her wet her beautiful soft lips. She had never let me kiss them. But, she let me kiss most other spots. I let out a murmur as I planted a soft trail of kisses up her shoulder to the side of her neck. I swept her hair away from her ear and softly kissed the tender lobe. She stirred and shifted. My eyes gazed down the front of her, over the prominent beautiful collarbone to the soft swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric. Her nipples were just poking up at the thin pink material. I ran the tip of my tongue along her outer ear as my hand slid in over her waist. She raised her arm a little to let my hand pass. Those little movements, as cruel as they were, encouraged me. My fingers slid up the bunched fabric around her waist, up her ribcage, and slid over one of those breasts. I felt her move again, back against me. My knee just arched up, aching to throw it across her, to put pressure between my thighs and up against the heat inside my pajamas. But, the last time I did that, she made me leave the bed. I leaned back, letting her turn onto her back. The bright green eyes slid over me for a moment before she turned her head. My heart cringed inside. She didn't like to look at me when I touched her. I pulled the fabric down from her breast, letting it catch just beneath it. Her nipple hardened in the air. I lowered my head, my long brown tresses falling against her skin and around my face as I flicked my tongue against that bud, closing my lips over it, warming it inside my hot mouth and suckled softly. She moaned quietly and let her arm fall over my shoulders. I jerked a little, always surprised when she let herself touch me. I pulled at the nipple in my mouth, tugging it up and away from her body, nostrils starting to flare as I struggled to breathe with that arm burning fire into my skin. I bit into the nipple and groaned as her fingernails dug into my shoulder around the tank top strap. She pushed at me. But, down, not up and away. I flicked a glance at her and she was looking at me again. "I told you not to come back in here," she said quietly. My blue eyes flashed at her, waiting, dragging my cheek along the breast beneath me. Then she shifted her knee next to me and spread her thighs. I pulled back and let her open for me, my nose taking in the deep rich scent of her puss. I slid my fingers tentatively up her thighs beneath that nightie and pushed it up her abdomen. She did not have panties on. My eyes flashed up at her again, but she was looking away now, just waiting for me to do it. I pushed at the inside of her thighs, opening her up, the scent making me half drunk as I leaned in and licked a trail along her inner thigh. My tongue swathed at her seam and took one of the lips into my mouth. I pulled it, sucking at the slick oil along it, pulling the rich musky flavor down my throat. I dragged my tongue up her length before pushing the lips widely apart with my fingers, spreading apart the folds around her bud. My tongue tip fluttered against it, teasing her. She groaned, her knees going up beside me and put her hands on my head, pushing. Groaning, she wouldn't let me tease. I wrapped my lips around the clit, swishing my tongue back and forth inside and started to suck, pushing my chin down into her slick cunt. She hissed and raised her hips up to meet me and I slid my fingers underneath her, cupping the soft globes of her ass. I swirled my head in a circular motion, suckling and pulling the clit with me as I pulled it around and around, feeling her juices spread over my chin, my fingertips kneading into her ass, working along inside her crack, teasing along the soft sensitive ridges between her cheeks. I moaned and murmured as I pulled the rich familiar flavor of HER deep into my throat. She pulled her knees up towards her chest and my heart fluttered. I looked up at her, but of course, she was looking away, ashamed as usual. I pulled off her clit and quickly put a thumb there to circle while my tongue slithered down to the tight dark hole beneath her puss. She groaned loudly, more loudly than usual and my eyes flicked up to see her shove her face in the pillow. Moaning softly, I pushed and poked my tongue at the tight pucker while my thumb circled and rolled her clit, applying more pressure when I wedged my tongue into that tight hole. She thrashed and yanked at the sheets next to her, my mouth struggling to keep up with the bucking ass beneath it. I slipped my thumb down into her juices again and back to her clit, rubbing furiously now as I tongued her ass, pulling my lips back and forcing it as deep as I could wedge. Saliva pooled in my mouth and over my chin. I felt her fingers in my hair, holding, then gripping, and yanking the fuck out of it. My scalp burned as I burrowed in deeper, knowing she was close. And she did cry out suddenly, her feet slamming down onto my shoulders as she lurched up into her orgasm. I held my thumb firm on her clit, pressing in tightly as my mouth just covered those luscious cuntlips and sucked the cream oozing from her. She shuddered, yanking my hair a few more times, and then stilled. I pulled my finger away and languidly ran my tongue along every fold, giving her lips little sucking kisses, cleaning her. But, then she pulled her knees together and turned away from me. I rose up and rested on my haunches, staring at her, my chest heaving. The smell of her strong on my panting breath, the taste still rich on my tongue, lips. "Janelle, you don't have to be ashamed," I whispered. "No one ever has to know about us. Just... just look at me." But, she wouldn't. "Just leave," she said with a stony voice. I waited a few more moments, and slid from her bed again, returning to my room and falling onto the bed. My hand slid quickly into the pajama bottoms and panties over the soaked lips inside and softly stroked myself, thinking of her fingers touching me. She did touch me this time. Mmmmm..... Unresponsive Ch. 02 Startled awake from my sleep, I lay blinking at the light in the room. It was really bright. Groaning as I twisted my eyes away from my accusing clock, I stretched out my legs and arms, grunting softly. I then heard what woke me. The shower. She's in the shower. I chewed on my lower lip, eyes rolling back at myself. I yanked the pillow over to cover my face, screaming into it. It was no use. I could see it, see her. I rose from my bed and went to the mirror, looking at my face, still flushed with sleep. I busied myself, combing my long straight hair with my fingers, but I kept wondering how far along in her shower she was. I had watched her before. Once. Glancing at my closed door, I yet again chewed on my lip, hesitating. I found myself walking down the hallway toward her room. The door was open, though I had closed it last night. Weird. Maybe she went for a run... or something. I could see the bathroom door through her dresser mirror, also open. I groaned softly. The glass door of the shower was spattered with water and I could just see a blurry silhouette, but I knew the shape. I knew the soft swell of her small breasts and could see the rivulets of water trickling off her nipples. I could see the soapy mass slowly sliding down her thigh to her pointed toe. Sighing softly, I grasped onto the door frame for support as I watched her raise a foot onto the tub edge and begin to shave her legs. My eyes drug along the bend of her back, her ass, my head tilting as if I could really see anything better. I felt that deep throb inside my pussy. The phone rang. She jerked. I jumped; my eyes wide as she threw open the shower door and was standing looking straight at me, naked, dripping wet. "I-I"... I stammered. "I'll get that" I ran across the room to answer the phone, my voice a little high when I picked it up. Some computerized voice started talking and I hang up, cursing the phone, and just staring at the receiver in my hand, realizing the shower was turned off and afraid to turn around. I felt her behind me. I felt the heat of her. My head twisted to half look over my shoulder, and then I completely turned, starting to apologize. My parted lips paused when I looked at her, still naked, her hair wrapped up in the towel, half glaring at me. That glare didn't repel me. Sometimes I wondered if her anger at me was part of my attraction. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," I whispered instead, eyes raking over her. She wetted her lips, her gaze racing across the room as if to escape, even taking a step back until she felt her dresser edge and leaned back into it. Emblazoned by her still nakedness, I took a couple steps forward until my skin felt the heat from hers, my hand sliding in to touch her knee and fingers trailing up her thigh. "You are," I say softly again, looking at her face, her lips. Oh, I wanted them. "I told you I'm not interested in girls," she muttered, her leg twitching under my fingers. I just smiled wryly, my full palm resting on her thigh now, squeezing a little. "I know what you told me... but your body..." "That's just WHAT you do to me, not that you're a woman." She stopped; inhaling sharply then as my fingers had slid to the inside of her thigh and was working up her heat. My index finger finally pressed into wet lips, damp from the shower and something more slick. "I mean, I would never... eat.... pussy," her words blurted out between soft grunts as my fingers tickled along her slit. She was gripping the dresser edge and squatting down so her thighs were parted for me. I leaned my face in close to hers, smelling her scent, already tasting her skin as I let my middle finger slide between her lips and nestle in the wet folds of her pussy, softly stroking. "Mmm," I murmured, letting her continue her nervous talk. I didn't fucking care what she said. "And I like cock. I like cock a lot," she groaned then as I had slid my middle finger inside her. My mouth was brushing against her neck, tongue flicking out to wet, to taste. "Cock is nice," I murmured at her earlobe, teeth clasping it and biting in sharply as my finger slide deep inside and hooked to press at her upper wall. She moaned deeply, her knees buckling as she gripped the desk with whitening fingers. My mouth parted to take more of her neck flesh inside, sucking it softly as my finger slowly pumped. Fuck, she was so wet. I pushed another inside her and was greeted with a sharp cry of pleasure. I walked a couple steps closer to her, feeling her knee and thigh pressing between my legs. I pushed myself in until I met my hand at her crotch, the fingers slowly stroking in and out of her pussy, my mouth working a trail across her neck to the other side. I felt her sliding weakly, so I slid my free arm about her waist, groaning as my tits crushed into hers, aching to rip up my tank top so I could feel her against my bare flesh, but not daring to risk it. I arched my wrist and started pumping into her faster, curling my fingertips up to drag in those soft pillows of her upper cunt walls, my teeth biting into her neck hungrily. She cried out, her hands rushing up to my shoulder to push at me. "No!" I hissed at her ear and shoved her back into the dresser, my mouth quickly covering hers, tongue pressing inside. I groaned, finally tasting her luscious mouth for the first time, my tongue sweeping as deep as I could, twirling around her own little muscle. My whole body was moving along with my hand now, whole torso moving up into her in a strong fucking motion. The kiss was too much for her. She tore and pried her mouth away from me, her face torn in a grimace as her body was writhing at my fingers. Her hand rose and pushed at my face, pushing it away from her all the while her feet were coming up onto the dresser, parting her thighs wide. I gritted my teeth angrily, wanting to bite her fucking fingers as I wedged a third finger inside her tight fucking cunt, furious, wanting to make her ache. My thumb swung up to press on her clit and I lunged forward with my arm, all my strength thrusting into her. Her head swung back in a moan as her fingers slid into my mouth and the other arm swung around me, clutching madly as she raised her hips and bucked back against my hand. Her fingers slid up into my hair and I yelled out as my scalp stung fire when she yanked at my hair. My teeth bit into her fingers as she clawed and clutched at me, starting to whimper madly. I knew she was close. I knew her body. I knew it so well. But, I had never fucked her. It was always my mouth, always gentle, tender, trying to lure her into me. I pressed her into the dresser, my fingers sinking in deep and my thumb frigging madly at her clit. I grabbed her chin and MADE her look at me. Her brown eyes blew fire at me briefly before they glazed over and her body started to shudder, convulsing under me. I quickly put my mouth back on hers, wanting to feel that release move up her body. She jerked and writhed wildly beneath me in orgasm. The dresser creaked and groaned in protest beneath us as we shook it and shifted it on the floor. Her body arched sharply as it reached the crest before her torso twisted away from me, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Then she went limp and groaned raggedly. I was breathing hard, heart pounding in my chest. Her pussy muscles were still clutched so tightly around my fingers; I left them there a moment while I looked down at her heaving body. Her face was still turned away as she caught her breath. I finally tugged my fingers free from her and she groaned with ache. "Jan," I whispered. She looked at me. Her hand reached up to push hair from my face and then she pulled away. "I need to go. Trish is expecting me," she said. I slid away from her and watched her hop down from the dresser. I smiled to myself in satisfaction as I saw her twinge a little at the discomfort between her thighs. And I walked out of the room, fucking smug look on my face. Unresponsive Ch. 03 Seeing Jan's car in the drive made me start to sprint the last legs of my run toward the house. I hadn't seen her in days. She had somehow managed to avoid my every coming and going -- leaving early for work and not coming home until I had fallen asleep. I had gotten off work early today, so I am sure that will surprise her. Leaning against the front door, I softly let the key click in the doorway and slid it open. Pushing sweaty strands of hair back into my ponytail, I leant over to wriggle my sneakers off and tip-toed down the hall. The cool air of the house made a steamy heat rise from my body as my heart rate returned to normal. Her door was slightly ajar and I heard the low sound of music from her radio. No matter how I craned my head, I couldn't see much more than her bay window through the crack. Pushing my nose to the opening, I peered further, giving the door a soft push to widen the gap. My hand flew up to my mouth to cover the gasp that came from it, eyes wide. Jan lay on her bed with her knees up and spread wide. Her t-shirt was pushed up over one bare breast, crushed in her palm. My eyes were darting back and forth from that to the bright pink vibe she held in the other hand, sliding along the lips of her pussy. I bit my finger as I whimpered softly. Her eyes were closed, rapt. Her hips kept rising from the bed in the soft sway and circle dance as she lured the vibe to all her sweet spots. She moaned. I watched as her hand left her breast and reached down to part her pussy lips so the vibe could rub directly on her clit. Her shoulders came up as she grimaced at the intense feeling. That's when her eyes lighted on me. Her legs clamped closed. Her face turned scarlet and she screamed at me -- "Get out!!!" I pushed the door open further and brazenly stepped into the room. Her face, contorted, looked like it was close to tears as I ducked to dodge the vibe that hit the door frame beside me. I looked down at it. The motor was still humming. It glistened with her wet. I leaned down and picked the vibe up, twisting it off, and raised it to my nose. My eyes looked at her as I inhaled sharply. "Why can't you leave me alone?" she sputtered. "Because you don't want me to," I said softly before sliding my tongue along one side of the sticky vibe. She blushed even further. "That's not true," she said. I slid the vibe end inside my mouth and pushed it as far as I could, sucking the taste of her. God, how I loved the taste of her pussy. I groaned softly. Her head tilted to the side, staring at me. "What is it about my cunt you like so much, you fuckin' lezbo??" she sneered. I laughed heartily. "You sound like one of your dickhead boyfriends now." My eyes raked over her as she still reclined on the bed on her elbows. Her knees were pressed together, but she hadn't made an effort to cover up. I could see the teasing peek of her pussy behind her ankles. "Spread your legs," I whispered. "No." "Want me to come do it myself?" I asked, blue eyes holding her shimmering green orbs. She didn't budge or speak. I slowly crawled up onto the bed on my knees. As I got closer to her, I could SMELL her. She had really worked herself up good. Looking up her body at her face, I slid the vibe back on a low speed and started to trail it up and down her legs to her ankles. Her legs squirmed and tilted from one side to the other, but the knees remained locked. Fine, I thought. Quickly, I grabbed the side of her knees and threw them to one side, rushing to climb atop her as she landed on her stomach. She thrashed as my legs straddled her waist, looking down over her bucking ass. "Get off me!" she seethed. Hell no, I wasn't going anywhere, I thought, as I watched her ass rise and fall on the bed, my knees remaining locked at her side as I held her down with my weight. Placing the vibe on the bed beside me for a moment, I reached forward and grasped an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing and kneading. She wriggled harder, from side to side. My hands remained in place, clutching, and starting to tug her open, fascinated at her tight lil hole pulsing at her efforts. I reached in with a fingertip, tickling at the rosebud. It was like a switch, making her whole body just still and tense beneath me. Her cheeks drew in, crushing my finger as her little round tush dimpled. I grinned, wiggling my finger buried in her cheeks. She groaned. Every little move of her ass just heightened the feeling of my fingertip along her pucker. Eventually, she stopped and just lay still, relaxed, whimpering. "I don't know why you keep fighting me so much," I said, languidly running my fingertip along the warm ridges around her tight hole, occasionally flicking my fingernail directly over it just to see her jump. Quiet. I nodded. This was the next step. So predictable. And so fucking wet too, I realized, when my fingertip slid below her asshole. She murmured despite herself. I grabbed the vibe again. The surface had cooled. I ran the smooth edge up and down between her inner thighs, letting it slide in the slick along her pussy lips and up over her asshole. Her thighs widened. I leaned over her a little, letting my hair fall against the back of her thigh and helped the head of the vibe find the opening to her pussy and slide in. My eyes fluttered in pleasure as I heard the smack of wet. I slowly stroked the end of the toy in and out of her pussy, my thumb twisting the vibration on. She groaned and her ass rose a little towards my face. I kissed a raised cheek as I twisted the vibe inside her and let it pump deeper. Her knees were clawing up the mattress to raise herself so she could widen further. I let her and quickly found my fingers on the very end of the toy, being met by wet, juicy kisses as they met her pussy. Her ass rose and fell as she responded to the toy. I twisted the power higher, pumping her pussy harder. My mouth remained on her ass -- kissing, sucking, and biting at her cheeks. My free hand slid around beneath her, over her stomach, mound, and finding her button. She cried out. My tongue drizzled over to the cleft of her ass crack, tickling as my finger strummed her clit and my other hand pumped and twisted the raging toy inside her. I could feel my hand starting to numb slightly from the vibration, my fingers start to just slide inside her pussy as the whole toy went inside. I tilted the toy, making the sharp head rub at her upper wall as I increased my pressure on her clit. It was sudden. Her back arching up, her scream, and her shaking. I smiled into her skin, smelling her so strong, feeling the wet of her seep down the palm of my hand onto my wrist, nearly losing the toy inside her. I held her clit, watching her body closely, watching her seize. She jerked away from me suddenly and the toy just popped out of her cunt with a squelch. She lay looking away from me, her whole body heaving for air. I twisted the toy to off and again brought the bright pink to my lips and licked, suckled. So good. I wanted to clean her, but I thought I shouldn't press my luck. I was closer, wasn't I? I crawled off the bed and slipped out of her room, shutting the door behind me.