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Flames Ch. 02

By: civicabuser



So, I shall begin by apologizing for that stupid mistake on the first part. You'll have to omit the last part of part 1 (The part after Erin and the narrator cuddle). That was part of Part 2, which I have decided to rewrite completely.

So, based on the ratings of my first story, I'm guessing that my very first erotic story was received very well. I originally wasn't going to make more than two parts, but I've already started work on part 3, and part 4 flashes through my mind every now and then.

As for this part, it is a little short, but that's because I honestly didn't know what to write. The scene is somewhat limited. I can, however, guarantee that part 3 will be much longer

Feedback and constructive criticism are very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.



I'm pretty sure I was dreaming. I was in bed with Erin, just holding her in my arms. We were both naked, but all we were doing was talking quietly about nothing as though it were everything. I watched her slim lips move as she talked, her voice reverberating with my inner peace. I don't know what she was saying, all I know is that I was happy. She kissed my cheek, and that's when I woke. Erin was right there next to me, more real than my dream could ever be. I started thinking about how anything that happened since I asked her out to coffee less than a month ago could have possibly happened.

I must've been quietly contemplating too long because she asked me, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how it's possible that I can be woken up from a dream into something that is too good to be a dream."

She cocked her head in confusion, as if she were questioning my sanity. Suddenly, she smiled brightly, hugged me tightly, and said something inaudibly into my chest.

"What?" I asked.

She got up and straddled me, then kissed me passionately enough to make me dizzy. "That," she replied. My heart started pounding in my chest and I suddenly felt an urge to get her as close to me as the laws of physics would allow. I pulled her into me roughly enough to kill my urge, but gently enough to not hurt her in any way. As we kissed again, I felt her smile while her hands glided over my chest and waist. Even though I wasn't erect, I had never been so consumed by lust. I found myself uncontrollably moaning as our lips partly hid the erotic dancing of our tongues.

Her hands were gliding over my body, leaving a sense of emptiness in their wake. I began to do the same to her. I ran my hands over her perfect back, feeling her well-exercised muscles under her smooth and soft skin. Her shirt slowly raised up with the gentle coaxing of my hands until she broke the kiss and took it off. With more skin uncovered, the smell of her sweet lotion mixed with the salty, but not completely unpleasant, scent of her sweat from our first almost-sexual encounter intensified making me want her even more (Or was that the pheromones that intensified my urge?).

She locked her lips back onto mine again, but I had other ideas and hastily unclasped her bra. She broke the kiss again, and with what looked like mild annoyance, she took off the bra and aggressively kissed me again. I made a mental note to not take off her clothes too fast, as that was probably what annoyed her.

We started gyrating our hips and I got a boner rather quickly. Feeling my hardness on her sex, she nudged my shirt up and we reluctantly broke our kiss again to allow me to remove it. The moment it was off, she locked onto me. I felt her moving closer to me. Her boobs pressed into me, her hard nipples pressed in even more. I wanted so badly to rip off her shorts and panties and make love to her, but I feel I had been a little too hasty and would let her make the next move.

After 10 minutes of just making out, my penis felt too constrained by my jeans. It actually hurt, so I broke the kiss and told her. She didn't hesitate to undo them and help me slide them off. My boxers had a little wet spot where precum had seeped out of me. We resumed making out with me a little more physically comfortable, but mentally, I was going insane. At that moment, all I wanted to do was fuck her.

About 5 minutes later, she broke the kiss again and took off her shorts. A small wet spot had built up on her underwear as well. Thankfully, she didn't start kissing me again. Well, at least not on my lips. Rather, she went to my neck and shoulders, kissing and biting very gently. I let out an approving moan and she continued downward. When she reached my chest, she got off me to allow her to move further down. Down my chest she went, past my ribs where my heart pounded like a piston in a Formula 1 car, where my diaphragm frantically pumped in and out to supply me with precious air. At this point, though, I felt like I needed her mouth encasing my penis more than I needed to breathe.

I got my wish, but not as hastily as I wanted. When she reached the waistband of my boxers, she slowed down, pulling it down slowly as she kissed the skin above the waistband. She progressed at a painfully slow rate, but finally reached my crotch. When she did, she took me into her mouth, slowly moving her head up and down. She flicked the head with her tongue as she did so, making me tense a little. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations, but she quickly stopped when I did.

"Don't get too relaxed. I'm horny too you know," she said.

Without saying anything, I stood up and picked her up. She yelped in surprise but then giggled. I took her to my bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She gave me a coy smile and opened her legs, inviting me to do what I wanted. I did not hesitate.

The wet spot on her panties had grown a little. I made it grow further by pressing it into her with my palm. She sighed approvingly and closed her eyes as she began grinding her mound into my hand. I watched, mesmerized, as her abs tensed and relaxed, creating a sensuous rhythm that couldn't be anything but sexual. Her breathing, though almost silent, combined with the rustling of the sheets pierced the quiet of the room. Needless to say, it really turned on and I couldn't help but grind my crotch into the bed.

She must've sensed my increasing urge because she sat up and took off her panties and all but forced me to lay down next to her. Once I was where she wanted me, she began kissing my neck and massaging my dick. I returned the favor and rubbed her clit gently. She gyrated her hips to the rhythm I set and breathed hot air down my neck.

I couldn't take it anymore. "I have condoms in my dresser," I said almost urgently.

"What are you waiting for?" she replied with equal urgency.

I jumped off the bed and got a packet. She grabbed it out my hand and opened it, working as fast as she can. In no time at all, she had the condom out and was slipping it down my penis. "Is the lube in the dresser as well?" she asked. I nodded my head and she took it out, quickly squirt some out into her hand and rubbed it onto my sheathed dick. I thought she would keep me waiting for longer, but she didn't. She lowered herself down and let me enter her. It was as exciting as my first time but infinitely better. I won't even go into that drunken night where I lost my virginity. Anyway, she inhaled deeply as I slid into her, then leaned down to cover all of me with her warmth.

She moved rhythmically on top of me, making love to me more gently and more passionately than anyone had ever made love to me before. We locked our lips, punctuating our kiss with gasps for air. The heat between us built up and we were soon sweating. Normally, coming into contact with someone else's sweat would disgust me, but with Erin, it didn't bother me at all.

She broke the kiss and buried her face into my neck. Her moans escalated but she carried on kissing my neck. After a while, when it became a little too hot to be in such close proximity to each other, she straightened up and rode me. Now she stopped being a gentle lover and grinded herself into me. She put her hands on my chest for stability and continued fucking me. By this point, I was pretty close to cumming, so I stopped her, much to her dismay, and laid her down while I got up. As if sensing my intentions, she got a pillow and put it under her butt to raise her crotch. After doing so, she opened her legs and invited me in. I was only too happy to oblige her request.

I slid into her easily, watching her face as I plunged deeper and deeper into her. Her pupils were dilated and her hair was a tangled mess framing her face. I saw her hand creeping to her crotch, most likely to give her clit some attention. I would've loved to do that myself, but my arms were busy keeping me balanced.

Her moans filled the room. She caught my eyes with hers and held them. I watched them as they conveyed to me more than words ever could. Just when I thought that I would be able to see all her secrets through her eyes, squeezing them shut. I guess I had lost track of time because Erin was moments away from cumming. She inhaled deeply and held her breath for a moment before she exhaled and shuddered. I felt her vagina contract strongly which instantly drove me over the edge. I straightened my body and grabbed her slim waist on both sides for leverage, then I stopped making love to her and just fucked her. With her vagina still contracting, I rammed into her as she tensed and groaned from the heightened sensitivity of her orgasm. Mine hit not too long after hers.

When I was done, I collapsed beside her and turned sideways to take the condom off and tie it up. I just threw it over the side of the bed, making a mental note to take care of it when I wasn't in post-orgasmic bliss. I turned back over to find Erin looking at me.

"That was hot," she said and kissed me. "Grabbing me like that did hurt a little though."

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"I liked it," she reassured me.

We lay side by side until she pulled the pillow from under her butt and hit me across the face with it. I pulled the pillow under my head out and hit her with it. Soon, we were in an all-out pillow fight, giggling like little children. When we finally had enough, we collapsed together and made out. After a while, fatigue caught up with both of us and we stopped making out. We laid there on our sides for a while, staring into each others' eyes. Sleep overtook her first, and her eyelids hid her green emeralds from me. I played with her hair, contemplating the metaphor, "Playing with fire," before sleep took me into her embrace.

Flames Ch. 03



So, this is part 3 of my series. It's a pretty fun part because it has the narrator and Erin getting more experimental and crazy.

The reason it's been so delayed is that my classes really kicked my butt and I wasn't able to write much if at all. But, I finally have it done, so enjoy!




On Saturday, Erin came over to my apartment unannounced. Needless to say, it was a welcomed intrusion. She was wearing a green sundress that perfectly complimented her eyes. Her hair was glowing in the intense light of the sun. She got on her tiptoes and pecked my lips and smiled. 

"What's the special occasion?" I asked.

"What? I can't wear a dress without my boyfriend questioning me why I'm wearing it?"

"I just never see you in a dress. I wish I could see you in them more often."

"I guess you will then. Whatchupto?" she asked.

"Doing calc homework."

"Need help?"

"Sure, but don't help too much. I have an exam coming up next week so I need to do some work myself."

We went into my bedroom at sat down at my desk and worked for about an hour. During that time, Erin did what she was supposed to by offering a minimal amount of help, and not being too distracting. After the hour though, she grew more restless and a little frisky. When she was helping, she pressed her boobs into my shoulder and very frequently touching my inner thighs.

Finally, I reluctantly stopped her. I wanted to get my homework done before "hanging out" with her. "Erin, let me get my homework then we can do whatever you want."

"Well, it's not my fault we're alone in your bedroom. Let's go to the library or something, that way I'll be less tempted."

I agreed and I packed my stuff and drove us to the library. We chose a relatively empty part of the library since we didn't want to disturb the others around us. We were most likely going to chat quite a bit.

Again, I began working with Erin helping out every now and then. After about half an hour, she got up and announced she was going to the ladies' room. A few minutes later, she came back and sat down next to me. When I looked up at her, she had an evil grin on her face, and I sensed that this study session wasn't going to last long at all. Regardless of that, I carried on working diligently until Erin held my hand. Without explaining her intentions, and not really needing to, she pulled my hand down to her crotch. I looked around me but thankfully no one was looking our way. As she drew my hand closer and closer to her sex, I got increasingly nervous, and increasingly excited. Finally, I touched what Erin wanted me to touch. I expected to feel the soft fabric of her panties, instead, I felt her bare skin, freshly shaven and so incredibly warm.

Against my better judgment, I explored further downward until I reached her clit. She shifted her hip forward slightly so I had easier access to all of her. I dipped my finger deep into her and she inhaled deeply but quietly. At this point, I was too excited to care about the people around us or the homework that I had to get done. I carried on fingering her, periodically removing my finger and rubbing her clit. I kept the clit-rubbing to a minimum because that made her whimper or moan way too loudly for the quiet environment.

Her hand found its way to my rapidly hardening dick. My jeans were a little tight so it was very obvious that I was excited. She rubbed the considerable bulge with an unusually high amount of pressure, trying to give me the most sensation she could through the two layers of clothing. It wasn't the most pleasant sensation ever, but it worked for me and soon I felt the cold wetness of precum building up in my boxers. I couldn't help it anymore. I needed to be in her else I was going to explode in my pants.

"Let's find a less populated spot," I whispered to her. She smiled, knowing she had got my full attention. I quickly packed up my stuff and walked with her around the library. It was a huge place, and since it was a Saturday morning, there weren't that many people there. Finding an unpopulated area wasn't hard at all. When we were sure that there were no security cameras around and that we didn't spot any more people, we made out furiously but silently. Our hands instinctively worked their way to each others' cores, further hastened by the pent up sexual tension.

She unzipped me and pulled my hard dick out without breaking the kiss. I had easier access to her though. I reached under her dress and found my target. The moment I started rubbing her clit, she stopped kissing me and buried her face into my neck. She was still holding my penis, but she stopped reciprocating and gripped it tighter. She started kissing my neck slowly while breathing hard. I yearned for more attention to my crotch, but Erin was obviously thoroughly occupied, not to mention I was really enjoying watching her try to keep quiet. I continued on rubbing until she put her hand on my wrist.

"Stop," she whispered, "I'm about to cum."

I did not obey this time. I wanted to see her struggle to keep quiet. I sped up my motions which made Erin tighten her grip on my penis and wrist more, but that didn't hold me back. A few seconds later, her grip slacked a little then tightened almost painfully around my wrist and dick. Her breathing got raspy and her body tensed and shook. I put my free arm around her and pulled her to me, but I still kept rubbing her clit gingerly as she shuddered and tried to muffle her moans. When I knew she couldn't take it anymore, I stopped my pleasurable torture and let her regain her composure. She stood there for a few minutes, panting as though she just ran a 100m race.

"You're an ass," she said, finally breathing softly enough to control her whispers.

I smiled proudly and whispered back, "I know."

Seeing the smugness on my face, she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She used her mouth and hand in tandem to get me to climax as quick as possible. It certainly was working, although I was nervous about being caught so it would take me longer to cum. She patiently worked on though, stopping every now and then to glance around us to make sure no one was around. I couldn't blame her for being cautious because I wasn't focusing too much on looking out for spectators. I wanted to cum as quickly as possible to minimize the risk.

After some time, I was ready to cum. I let Erin know, and instead of finishing me with her hand, she continued with her mouth. She moved her hand faster and I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. Soon, there was no turning back. I grabbed a desk next to me, bracing myself for impact. Then, it hit and my knees almost gave away. She didn't back away so I cum in her mouth. After I was done, I quickly zipped up my jeans and helped Erin to her feet. She pulled out a paper towel from her purse and spat out my load onto it and threw it away.

We walked out of the library quietly and slightly embarrassed, although we were pretty sure no one saw us. When we got into the car, we both burst out laughing and kissed.

"That's the craziest thing I've ever done!" I shouted.

"Me too!" she screamed. "Now let's go to your place and have a little fun."

"Because that wasn't fun enough?"

"Not fun when I have to keep quiet."

We went back to my apartment and made love, this time without being the least bit quiet. After that, she left to go to a friend's birthday party. While she was away, I thought of how much it turned me on seeing Erin struggling to contain herself when she had her orgasm in the library. Then, I remembered this video I saw of a remote controlled vibrator. Well, obviously, I was curious about it, so I drove out to the nearest sex shoppe and looked around. I found what I was looking for, although it was a little expensive. I bought it, knowing that the result would be well worth the cost.

It came with an internal egg-shaped vibrator and a little nub that I assumed gave some attention to the wearer's clit. That unit was wired to a battery pack and RF receiver that could easily be slipped into a pocket or attached to one of those things that holds your belt up on your pants. The remote was an inconspicuous device that had 4 buttons: An off button, and low, medium, and high buttons. I was so excited, but I didn't get my hopes. Erin had to accept it first, and I had my doubts about that.

The next day, I went over to her place in the evening after I got my homework and the majority of my studying done. The vibrator was in a little pink gift bag and I had the remote in my pocket. The night before, I tested it to make sure it was working and quiet, and no, I didn't try it on myself. I handed the bag to her.

"Oooh, what did you get me?" she said excitedly with a radiant smile.

When she reached into the bag, I turned the vibrations up to full and she yelped and dropped the bag.

"What the fuck was that?!" she exclaimed.

"Check it out, I promise it doesn't bite," I reassured her.

Timidly, she picked up the back and gingerly took out the decorative tissues that were sitting on top of the vibrator. She took it out and looked at it strangely.

"A sex toy? What, do you think you're not up to the challenge?" she mocked.

"Not just any sex toy." I pulled out the remote and showed it to her. "Seeing you struggling to keep quiet in the library yesterday was so hot, so I decided to get this." She looked angry and worried. "But, it's up to you if you want to use it or not."

She stood silent for a while, then said, "I'll think about it. Have you finished your homework?"

"I wouldn't be here if I hadn't."

We decided to watch a movie in her room, and after, she let me sleep over. Nothing too exciting happened. I sensed her mood had been killed by the vibrator, and I didn't want to agitate her more by asking her to have sex with me. We made out for a while then went to sleep.

Erin woke me up in the morning with a kiss on the lips. There was something so incredibly calming about being woken up in that fashion. If she was my alarm clock every morning, I doubt I would ever have a "woke up on the wrong side of the bed" day. She smelled like she had just taken a shower, and her wet hair confirmed that. She was wearing nothing but a towel. I pulled her down onto me and felt her skin, hot out the shower. She giggled and playfully tried to wrestle me until I quite clumsily fell off the bed. Being the subtle person she was, she pointed and laughed as loud as she could. I countered by jumping up and quite skillfully ripping the towel off her. I pointed and laughed at her as she gave me a smiling-pouty-face. I loved the fact that she was so energetic at all times.. In fact, there wasn't too much I didn't love about her. The prospect of falling in love with her briefly went through my head, but I waved it off.

"So, how do I put this vibrator thing on?" she asked.

"Put on a pair of panties first," I replied.

While she was choosing a pair, she said, "First time you've ever asked me to put on clothes."

"Ha ha, really funny." She pulled the panties up, a black boyshort style pair of panties. Instead of showing her how to position the vibrator, I did it myself. I pulled the panties aside slid the egg-part into her and made sure that the clit stimulator was where it was supposed to be. I restored the panties and inspected my work. There was no substantial bulge and what bulge there was would be easily hidden by her jeans. "Put on your jeans."

She got her jeans while I followed her holding the battery pack in hand. After she slid them on, I tucked the pack into her left side pocket and hid the cable as well as I could. While she was putting her bra and shirt on, I turned on the vibrator a few times just to watch her reaction. She visibly tensed when I turned it on medium but groaned when I put it on high. I wondered whether she would be able to hide that in public. 

"What's the range on this thing?" she asked me after she was fully dressed.

"Far enough to reach you in Calculus," I smiled.

"I'm guessing Sir Monotone's class isn't going to be so boring today."

"Is it comfortable enough to wear for a long period of time?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out. If it does become uncomfortable, I'll take it out, but I will let you know that I've taken it out."

"Sounds good. Well, I'm gonna head back to my apartment to get showered and stuff. See ya later," I said and winked at her. She walked me to her door and I left her place in an extreme state of horniness.

Through my microprocessor design class, all I was thinking of was Erin and what I was about to do to her. The minutes went by really slowly, and by the time the professor signaled the end of class, I was already out the door. It was pretty early so I sat down on a bench outside and waited for Erin. She arrived not too long after I sat down.

She smiled cheerily and asked, "How was class?"

"Like torture. Yours?" I glanced at her pocket and was relieved to see the wire still going into her pants.

I loved the fact she was so observant. "Ah, yes, I still have it in. Ready to get our calc on?"

"I was born ready!"

We walked into class and sat down at our assigned seats. I pulled the remote on and nonchalantly placed it on my leg, then pulled my laptop out and opened it. I left it off so I could see the reflections better. Erin smiled at me and I deviously grinned back. I turned the vibrator on low and watched Erin shift a little and blink rapidly. The professor walked in and I turned it off while he went over what would be in the day's lecture. Once he was done, I glanced at Erin through the reflection and smiled. Without going through the intermediate levels, I turned it on high and watched her as she squirmed and tensed but she remained generally calm and composed. I knew she had the capability to be very quiet. She told me that she once masturbated in a hotel room she was sharing a dorm room with one of her high school classmates when she came to the college a few years earlier to participate in an academic competition. As far as she knew, her roommate knew nothing about what happened. Still, I wasn't going to make her cum in class. I was going to make her wait until after her classes were over. We were planning to meet for coffee, so I could make her cum while looking directly at her.

I continued teasing her for the length of the class by keeping it on low for most of the time, and only occasionally turning it up. It was exciting but really boring at the same time. She hardly reacted which made me believe the story of her being able to be very quiet. It was exciting because she sent me a few texts asking me to keep it on high because she was really close to cumming. Every time she did, I would just reply "No" and keep it on low.

After class, I got up and left with her close behind me. When we got outside the building, she said, "You asshole," and smiled.

"Aren't we grabbing coffee later?" I asked. She smiled in response, knowing exactly what I meant. "Keep it in and don't do anything by yourself." I said and walked back into the building. I turned around and saw her rushing off to class. The my two remaining classes went by pretty quick. I told myself that paying attention to the professor would pass the time a lot faster than thinking of Erin. That worked, and I was done with classes long before I expected.

Erin showed up at the cafe before me and had already ordered our drinks. She was sitting down at a corner table and looking around the cafe. When she saw me, she stopped searching and smiled.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well, what?"

"Don't keep me waiting any longer."

Quite honestly, I couldn't wait any longer than she could. I pulled the remote out and placed it on the table. I took a sip of my coffee deliberately slowly. She kicked my shin and tried to grab the remote. I pulled it away but relented and turned it on. She relaxed and closed her eyes. Then, I felt her foot tracing its way up my leg. I quickly shifted my chair forward so the covers would hide what she was about to do. By the time she reached my inner thighs, I was mostly hard. In all the excitement, I turned the vibrator to high. I could feel her responding because her foot stopped moving and she looked directly at me with an almost-shy smile. After the slight pause, her foot continued upwards until it reached my crotch. Now, I don't have a foot fetish at all, but what she was doing with her foot turned me on beyond belief.

While she massaged my cock, I kept fluctuating the vibrator from low and high. All the while, I watched her reactions. Every time I turned it on high, she would clench her cup a little tighter and look down at the table. Her toes would clench a little. In little over 5 minutes, she whispered quietly, "I'm close." I reached over with my free hand and grabbed hers. She held on with the desperation of a person about to fall off a cliff. "Oh jeeze," she said shakily. Her composure cracked as she came. Her foot dropped off my crotch and I imagined her legs being tightly crossed under the table. She put her head on the table and panted. Her grip on my hand tightened and she groaned. As the climax passed, I saw her shudder as sensitivity took over pleasure. I mercifully turned off the vibrator without waiting for Erin to tell me to do so.

She sat there with her face down for a little longer. When she finally looked up, her face was thoroughly flushed but she was smiling brightly. I couldn't tell whether that was from embarrassment or from her orgasm, either way, she looked amazing.. That's when I realized that I was too horny to just sit there and look at her. "Let's go," I said urgently. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. I didn't care that the protrusion of my boner was very visible. I didn't care that we both left most of our coffee behind. All I cared about was being able to rip off Erin's clothes and satiate my need for her. We picked up our bags and rushed out. When I was sure no one was close enough to hear me I whispered to her, "You have no idea how horny I am right now."

"Oh yes I do." We both smiled and picked up the pace. I led her to my car. She wanted to get hers and meet up with me my apartment, but I refused.

"I'll bring you back to your car later."

We got into my car and instantly started making out. My hands were all over her. She backed off, wisely telling me that it would be a bad idea to get busy in the car in a public parking garage. Campus cops were assholes.

I started the car and drove as fast as possible without risking being pulled over or crashing. Fortunately the drive wasn't too long and we were at my apartment in around 10 minutes. I opened the door and let Erin in first. I walked in after her, slammed the door and locked. I turned around and Erin was looking at me hungrily. I'm pretty sure I was looking at her ravenously. Without another moment's hesitation, I pushed her back to the wall, gently slamming her (That's an oxymoron, I know) into it. She enjoyed it because she pulled me into her. Her arms were around my lower waist, pulling my crotch into her mid section. I leaned in and kissed her hard and we both groaned in pleasure.

My dick was firmly and painfully pressed into her. Without breaking the kiss, I quite skillfully took off my jeans so that I could maneuver my tool a little better. I pressed my crotch into her again and I groaned with anticipation. Erin kept me waiting like this for a little longer. When I was sure I was going to lose my sanity, she did what I'd been wanting her to do from the moment she came so hard in the cafe. She worked her way down my body much faster than usual. When she reached my boxers, she jerked them downwards and took me into her mouth. There was no teasing, there was no anticipation. There was just a carnal need for pleasure.





Flames Ch. 03



While she gave me what was quite possibly the best blowjob ever, she fumbled around with my jeans, reaching into the various pockets until she found what she was looking for. She pulled the remote for the vibrator out, turned it on high, and threw it towards the couch. Then, I got an idea.

"Take off your pants," I said. She stopped blowing me and did as she was told. She made sure to keep the battery pack from falling, and she was about to take off her panties but I stopped her. "Keep those on. I want you to grind me." She looked confused for a second, then got what I was trying to say. I walked to the couch and she followed close behind. I laid down on the couch and she straddled me. Now that there was less material covering it, I could hear the vibrator buzzing. Without me needing to tell her, she lowered herself onto me and grinded her crotch into mine. The pressure she put on me combined with the strong vibrations was a little new to me, but it was not the least bit uncomfortable.

Erin took off her shirt and bra without stopping. I had never bothered to notice this before, but the way she moved when she was on top of me was incredibly sexy. Her shoulders went forward first, then a wave of motion traveled down her slender torso and ended in a flick of her hips. Her abs tensed and relaxed in a slow rhythm and her hair was covering her face. I could see a silhouette of what was behind it: Her eyes closed in concentration and her mouth open in ecstasy. She was the vision of perfection, and that thought kicked my orgasm off without warning. It hit me like a train as I gasped for air. Erin knew what was happening but didn't slow down nor speed up. It was excruciating to be pleasured so slowly while cumming, but I realized that that made my orgasm more intense than I could ever have imagined. My cum shot out of me and landed on my belly. I became very sensitive, much more than usual, but Erin didn't relent. Every time her crotch would drift over my head, I tensed and groaned. Finally, it became too much and I pulled her down to me, stopping her motions and the glorious torture.

We laid like that for a while, me panting into Erin's neck and her doing the same to me. The vibrator was still on and Erin was definitely not going to turn it off. She just lay there on top of me, not wanting to move and me not wanting her to move She groaned and began sighing softly. I kissed her neck gently to encourage her and she responded with a quiet moan. I continued kissing her there and she became louder. Without warning, she bit down on my shoulder, but not hard enough to do any damage. I felt her body go tense as the inevitable started happening.

I put my arm around her as she started cumming. No matter how many times I saw it, it would never excite me less to see her cum. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me as tight as I was hugging her. I felt her every twitch as she came in my arms. Her cries and moans echoed in my head as she started shivering from the intensity. She quickly jumped off me and pulled her panties off along with the vibrator. We both giggled after seeing the mess we made between us. In all the excitement, we forgot that there was cum on my belly.

"Shower?" I asked.

I nodded my head in agreement. We showered without too much excitement and crawled into bed. We lay there together, naked, for an hour or so. We talked while cuddling, even though I wasn't too much of a fan of that. Thing is, I got to know so much about her until that point, but that was only the good stuff that she had done and what had been done to her. I never got to know about the darker side of her life.

She did have a tough life. Aside from being molested by her much older cousin when she was 12, she had attempted suicide twice in high school. On top of all that, her parents (Which is a loose definition) barely raised her. She showed me a scar on her wrist that I had never noticed before. I kissed it because I didn't know what else to do.

"I've never willingly showed this to anyone," she said quietly. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not being shocked or grossed out by that."

"It's beautiful," I said. "It's beautiful how someone can be put down so much by life, yet have a smile that can brighten up my world more than anything else on this planet."

She smiled that smile and kissed me tenderly. I didn't say it because I really didn't know how to. I was falling in love with her. She fell asleep in my arms while I stayed awake with a restless mind. Restless because my heart was beating too hard. I was nervous and I was excited, terrified yet feeling like I owned the world. Nothing was impossible, even though it seemed impossible that I had a woman like Erin sleeping in my arms.



Flames Ch. 04



Here's the conclusion to the story of Erin. I originally wasn't going to write a conclusion, but I had a little spare time during summer so here it is! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It would help if you read the parts before this, but it's not completely necessary. There will just be some small holes missing.




I couldn't sleep the whole night. It had been about a month since the events at the library and the thing that had kept my mind up that night was the same thing that had me sleeping fitfully for quite a while. I was falling in love with Erin and I still don't know why that bothered me so much. It was rather strange because I was overjoyed that I was actually developing deep feelings for a girl, but there was still some things bugging me. Did she feel the same way? Was I really feeling that way or was the sex just getting to my head? Was a serious relationship really what I wanted at this point in my life? So on and so forth. These questions kept hitting me like a light drizzle of softball-sized hail.

My eyes were closed but I could almost feel her gaze on me. She told me she would only ever leave the bed if I was snoring so she could gauge how much noise she could make and how much she could shift around before I woke up. My guess is, she was waiting for me to start snoring before she got out. I kinda had to go to the bathroom so I pretended that I just woke up and let her go to the bathroom first then went in after she got back into bed. I made sure to shake off thoroughly because it was pretty much guaranteed we were going to have sex. Pretty much every night we spent together, we had sex, which was basically every night she wasn't on her period. We would also do it in the morning before we went to class. It sounds like I'm complaining, but I assure you I'm not. I only had two girlfriends before Erin who I had sex with more than once. Both of them would have sex with me at most 3 times a week. You would expect those three times to be awesome, but it always felt like they both just wanted to get it over with.

It was different with Erin. I got the feeling that she enjoyed me more than she enjoyed sex. I got back into bed. Of course, we were both naked because of the night before. Erin wasted no time in cuddling up to me. She squeezed her leg between mine and moved it upward to make contact with my penis.

The soft skin on her thigh felt amazing and soon my fully erect member was aching for a little more. But, in typical Erin fashion, she took her time. It was a Sunday morning after all. Why rush? She kissed me lightly, only giving me occasional hints of tongue. It was maddening but in the best way possible. Regardless of how much she teased me, I always remained patient because I knew it would pay off in the end, especially when we weren't in a rush.



It was things like that that made me wonder why I was so hesitant about falling in love with her. She was clearly the most amazing woman I had ever been with, if not the most amazing woman I had ever met. She treated me as an equal in the sense that she was neither generally submissive nor controlling. She called out my bullshit and let me call out hers. Even though I felt below her on so many levels, she always made me feel like I was on her level at all times. That, no offense to my female readers, is a quality that not many women I'd met have. Erin crashed my train of thoughts when she stopped moving.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?" I lied.

"You seem distracted."

"I'm just tired."

She looked down at my very erect penis. "Really now?" she grinned.

"Just parts of me. That thing can never get tired of you." I put my musings aside. My primitive brain started to take over my body.

She surprised me by grabbing my penis and sliding it into her. This wasn't the first time I she had let me in without protection. It was always just for a quick dip though. Neither of us could afford the time for a pregnancy not to mention we both had to finish college first and had plans for grad school. So, I was always cautiously appreciative with just a quick dip. It was an amazing respite from the restrictive condoms. There was also a concern about STD's, but we mutually agreed to get tested after we got a little too hump-happy one night and my penis ended up in her without protection. That was the first time without a condom, but thankfully not the last.

"So, I was going to wait another week to tell you this, but I can't wait any longer. I went to see my gynecologist two weeks ago and I told her that I'd been sexually active. So, she suggested I started taking the pill. I agreed." She smiled wide. I smiled wide too. I still had my doubts in the effectiveness of birth control. A few of my friends got pregnant even though they were on birth control. That being said, they admitted they missed a day or two or sometimes didn't take their pill on time. I doubted Erin would make those mistakes.

I scooted in closer to her and felt my penis go deeper into her. She inhaled quietly, a subtle sign that she was enjoying the sensation, but I knew she wasn't enjoying it nearly as much as I was. She put her leg over my hip then pushed me onto my back so she could get on top of me. All that time, she never let me out of her. Then, she began moving her hips up and down really slowly. The motion was subtle but effective. It was an intense experience to the head of my penis. I shuddered as it got more sensitive and she leaned down and placed her lips onto mine. She held a light kiss while her breathing got faster. Although she wasn't moving a lot, this position seemed to be putting quite a strain on her. I could feel her abs contracting, becoming rock hard as she pulled her hips down and forward, then relaxing as she raised them.

Already I could feel her back getting slick with sweat and I started feeling like I should've been doing more work. When I tried to roll her over, with her lips still attached to mine, she shook her head and let out a small moan in protest.

In all that time, I had been ignoring just how amazing it felt to be in her without a condom. I became aware of the new sensations. The ridges running against my frenulum, the intense heat of her core, the slight contractions of her inner muscles. That awareness quickly drove me to the edge and I tried to announce that I was cumming. The words wouldn't come out though. The experience was too intense and all I could let out was a strained groan. Erin continued at the same pace, justifiably unconcerned about my impending orgasm.

It hit me with the force of a freight train. The buildup to the peak was long and all I could do in that short time was contract my abs and hold my breath. Then, I hit the peak and the hyper-sensitivity immediately set in. I shuddered as the ridges and folds in her vagina ran over my overly sensitive glans. It became too intense way too quick and I had to pull out.

Erin pulled her mouth away from mine and then stared into my eyes. My mind was filled with post-orgasmic fog and disbelief that I had just cum in her. It was amazing! It was like I had just had sex for the first time, except this felt a lot better. There was also something else I felt. This was a big stepping stone in mine and Erin's relationship. This made me feel so much more attached to her, and so much more in love with her. I am in love! I thought, and this time it was certain. It was like a gong going off in my head. It was certain, there was no hesitation. There was no why, there was just love. The elation attached to the epiphany took over, so I couldn't have possibly stopped myself from saying, "Oh god! Erin, I love you."

Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in what I hoped was amazement rather than shock.

It's very hard to come back from one of those verbal expulsions but I did my best after seeing disbelief in her eyes.

"You don't have to say it, in fact, forget I ever said it. I'm so sorry, my timing was terrible-"

She cut me off in a calm, flat voice. "We can talk about this later. Just don't worry about it." That response was typically feminine. It had no tone, no hint as to what was about to happen, nothing. It was as vague as the meaning of existence. I wanted a reaction out of her, whether it was good or bad didn't matter. But, she had made up her mind. She just wasn't going to let me know what she thought.

"Okay," I said calmly, betraying the hurricane of thoughts going on inside my head.

She kissed me lightly again and then got off me to lay down at my side. I turned over. She turned her head upward and presented her slender neck to me. I kissed it gladly and delighted in the soft moan I received. She took one of my hands and placed it on her lower belly. I took the hint and let my hand travel south. She had grown a little bush which I found to be a lot more appealing than a clean shave. My fingers ran through the crisp, short hairs before venturing downwards until they met the telltale soft-as-a-cloud flesh of her outer labia. I slid my index finger past her clit and into the wetness below. I knew that very little of that fluid was mine because I had cum twice the night before. There's only so much semen a man can produce. I dipped my finger in deeper and started massaging her G-spot. She snaked a hand down her body and lightly rubbed the very tip of her clit. Her muscles contracted in response then relaxed as she found a steady rhythm on her clit.

It was physically impossible for me not to get hard while watching her creep towards orgasm. It was going to take a while though seeing as I had over-exerted my poor member throughout the weekend. Thankfully I had plenty of time. Over the weeks, it took her longer and longer to get to orgasm, but the reward was that her orgasms got stronger and stronger. The night before, she came so hard her abs and thighs cramped up. She burst out laughing after the cramp passed and playfully slapped my chest for rubbing her clit after she became hyper-sensitive.

"A little harder," she said, her eyes lightly closed in concentration. I pushed up harder against her G-spot as per her order and got a satisfactory sigh out of her. Then, I alternated between a firm push up against her G-spot and a deep dip in. I knew she liked that. Soon, she was slowly pumping her hips up and down. Her breathing got faster but she was still quiet.

Abruptly, she stopped, opened her eyes, and looked over at me. "Are you ready?" Her eyes darted down and she frowned. I wasn't hard yet, but, she quickly fixed that by cuddling up to me and using her thigh to get me hard again. When she saw that I was hard enough, she turned onto her belly and raised her hips. Without hesitation, I got up and slid into her pussy with deliberation. As her warmth enveloped me again it took all my will power to not go all-out.

She moaned appreciatively and then said, "Come closer."

It took a few seconds to figure out what she was asking for. I lowered my body onto hers so I basically covered her. I tried to keep most of my weight off her but it was an awkward position to say the least. She took one of my hands, put the back of it close to her mouth and gave it a soft kiss.

"I love you too," she said quietly but with conviction. I knew she believed it, but I also knew that she was afraid, afraid just like me. The words hit me and I instantly tried to get off of her to kiss her but she stopped me with a gentle tug to my hand. "No babe." She raised her hips to signify she wanted to me to continue, so I did.

This time, we weren't having sex. We were making love. Sure, it may have looked no different, but it felt different because, for the first time, we were truly naked. Both of us let go of our fears and completely opened up to each other. It was a euphoric sensation, like an orgasm for the soul, and I could tell Erin felt it too. She still gripped my hand while her other hand made its way between her legs. I was still slowly pumping when I felt her fingernail lightly scrape against the bottom of my penis. She quickly caressed my balls then her hands disappeared, presumably to rub her clit.

I don't know how much time passed after she said the magic words but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Erin was right there. I got off her and gently turned her over. I looked into her eyes for the first time since she said she loved me and saw that she wasn't the same. Her eyes were a darker green and her pupils opened wider. There was almost a sadness in them and that took me by surprise. "Erin, are you okay?"

She closed her eyes and looked away. I pulled her head gently so I could see her face again. There were tears forming.

"What's wrong?" I asked with desperation. Maybe she didn't feel the same way I did. Maybe there was no conviction, maybe there was no orgasm for her soul, maybe she didn't open up. In a moment, all the doubts that I had about my relationship with her, that I buried weeks before, explosively surfaced. Panic clung to my nerves.

"I can't do this right now. I'm really sorry." She shuffled out from under me, now sobbing. She put on her underwear and clothes quickly and grabbed her purse. She started towards the bedroom door. I was shocked into inaction and I couldn't do anything to stop her. All I did was just sit on the edge of the bed and watch her walk out. The sound of her car's starter motor pierced through my shock and I quickly put on a pair of boxers and ran out of the apartment. She had already backed out the parking lot and was pulling away from the complex. There was nothing I could do, and I didn't want to be another idiot running after a car in his underwear. I walked back into the apartment and laid down on the couch, my mind swarming with questions and doubts. "What the fuck just happened?" I asked the ceiling. It certainly had more of an idea than I did.

A week passed and I still hadn't heard from Erin. I was extremely upset, but not upset enough to lose my mind. I didn't call her nor did I stalk her. I kept my distance from her, both physically and mentally. Physically, it was easy because she didn't attend the one class we had together for the whole week. I watched the door with my peripheral vision but I never saw the beautiful redhead.

Mentally, it was tough. Pretty much everywhere I went held a memory of her. The mystery of her breakdown made it that much harder because it made me wonder why she walked out like that.

But, life had to go on. By Saturday, I was feeling a little better. Erin was still in my mind most of the time but I spared less brainpower on her. I figured if she wanted to talk, she would call me and all I could do was be patient. In light of that, I invited a few of my friends over to play video games. I promised them alcohol and pizza so they dropped everything they were doing and rushed to my door. College students can be so predictable.

The night was going great. The 4 of us had already finished a 12-pack and were starting to work on the next one. The pizza was a few minutes overdue which left all of us a little more than annoyed. Thankfully we had the distraction of Halo.

There was a knock at the door which I assumed was the pizza delivery guy. I'm glad that when I opened the door, there wasn't a slightly overweight delivery driver with an ugly hat and a black uniform. It was Erin in a bright blue shirt and black shorts. Her green eyes still showed the same sadness they showed the weekend before and I could tell she had been crying. She bit her lip and looked down to the floor.

I told my friends to continue without me then walked out and closed the door behind me muffling a shout: "Where's the fucking pizza!?". I would've taken her into my room, but I got the feeling that she didn't want to be seen by my friends in her current state.

"You didn't call," she said the moment the door closed. Her voice broke.

"Neither did you," I replied, trying my best not to sound angry. It didn't work.

"I know. I'm sorry." She was still looking at the floor. Then, she quietly broke into tears.

Without thinking, I put my arms around her and held her tight. I didn't know what was wrong, and as much as I wanted to know, I wanted to stop the tears more. Someone as beautiful and lively as Erin should never be in that state. A feeling of helplessness came over me. If I couldn't keep tears from her eyes, was I worthy of her at all? Erin interrupted my thoughts.

"Can we take a walk?" she asked between sobs.

I released one of my arms and started walking towards the apartment pool. I figured no one would be there and the lack of splashing sounds when we got close proved my theory.

We walked into the pool area and laid down together on a reclining beach chair

After a long silence, she spoke.

"My gynecologist didn't recommend the pill," she said quietly. I looked over at her but she was content at looking up at the dark sky. "I.. I can't get pregnant." A new wave of tears washed over her and I held her tightly. "I'm not saying that I want to have a baby with you right now and I don't know if I will want to in the future. It's just, I didn't.. Why would you want a girl who is.. broken?" That struck my core. Whether or not I could have kids with her didn't matter, even if we did end up spending the rest of our lives together. I never correlated the quality of a woman with her baby-making abilities. That was sick and cruel, and based on how she felt about that, someone else had told her that she was less of a woman because she couldn't have babies.

But then I realized I was no better than that person. The week that we spent apart with me refusing to call or text her was the one week that we truly needed to be together. Or maybe she didn't need me there. She was strong enough to pull through hearing the news, strong enough to be the shining light in my life for so many weeks, strong enough to go so long believing she was broken and, yet, be able to put on a smile so beautiful it made my knees week.

I realized then that I didn't just love her, no, this was more than just love. As much as I loved her, I respected her more. If I had been told my little guys couldn't get a girl pregnant, I wouldn't have been able to function, never mind smile.

"I shouldn't have come. I'm so sorry," she said. Her eyes showed something that I hoped I would never see again: fear, fear that I would let her walk away from me. She shifted to get off the chair.

"I love you," was all I could say before I pulled her back to me and kiss her. For a moment, she seemed shocked, but then she kissed back with intensity.

When we finally broke apart, I looked at her. Her eyes were closed and they leaked new tears.

"I love you too," she said, this time with her voice stronger. She still hadn't opened her eyes.

"Erin, open your eyes," I said calmly. She opened her eyes and glanced at my eyes but looked away quickly. I put my hand on her cheek to calm her down and make her meet my gaze. "Erin, you are not broken, far from it. You are the strongest, most amazing woman I have ever met. Don't let anyone make you believe otherwise."

A genuine smile slowly appeared on her face. She coughed as a sob met with a laugh in her throat.

She leaned in to kiss me again and I happily obliged. A wave of arousal hit both of us. She jumped on top of me and straddled my hips. Her mound ground into the growing lump on my jeans. The heat emanating off it took me to a whole new level of horniness.

Then, we heard footsteps close by. A father and his little girl were walking by the pool and they both saw us. The father covered his daughter's eyes then rushed her along while giving us an angry look. Erin and I watched them as they disappeared from our sight, then caught each other's eyes and burst out laughing.




Flames Ch. 04



"Let's go back inside before we get carried away again," I suggested. She nodded and I led her back to my apartment. My friends were still playing and they didn't even look up when we entered. They just offered a distracted, "Hi Erin," and continued on like nothing mattered more than killing each other. I'm sure Erin didn't mind because she wasn't wearing any makeup and her eyes were still red and puffy.I got two beers and handed one to Erin. The pizza had arrived as well so I gave her a piece and got one for myself. We sat down on the couch together and watched my friends shout and scream at each other in typical primate fashion. "Do I really look like that when I play games?" I asked Erin.

"Yep, almost exactly like that." She laughed. It felt good to hear her laugh. Her puffy eyes combined with her bright smile created a beautiful contradiction. It was a side of her that, while it was painfully beautiful, I hoped I would never have to see again. I never wanted to see her cry because of pain ever again.

My friends left after another two hours of monkeying around. They were pretty drunk by then so I had to call a cab for them. After they left, Erin and I went to my bedroom after cleaning up the living room a little. We took off our clothes and got into bed.

Despite the steamy moment we had at the pool, neither of us tried to jump the other. We just spooned in bed together. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her hand firmly. She gripped just as tightly and sighed contentedly. She fell asleep first. She must have been tired after everything she went through, but I wasn't. I was ready to help her through anything because she deserved that. She deserved someone who was every bit as strong as she was and I hoped that I could be that someone. I kissed the back of her head and took in the floral smells of her hair products.

Everyone has their personal heaven. This is what my heaven felt like: basking in the warmth of the one you love.

I love you. It was unsaid but I hope she felt it as she dreamed.

I woke up first. I felt like I had slept for days. Who knows? I might have. A quick glance at my phone proved otherwise. I had, however, slept for about 12 hours and didn't wake up once during the night. It was the most refreshing sleep I'd had since I started college. Erin was still asleep next to me so I cautiously got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Although I'm a terrible chef, even with the basics such as scrambled eggs and sausage patties, I decided to make breakfast. The fire extinguisher was on hand for safety. I would've worn a full-body heatshield if I could afford one. You can never trust me around anything moderately hot.

Thankfully the cooking went without a hitch and it tasted almost like something edible. That was acceptable in my books. I checked on Erin and she was still asleep so I took the food to her and woke her up.

She woke up smiling but announced she had to pee before getting to the food. She left the room then trotted back minutes later to the bed and sat cross-legged against the backboard. She put the plate on her thighs and started eating. I noticed she grimaced slightly but carried on eating anyway. I doubt she had the heart to tell me it tasted like ass.

"It tastes like ass," she said, instantly contradicting my thoughts. I pouted jokingly and looked away. She put her hand on my chin and pulled it to make me face her. "In your defense, it's the best ass you've cooked ever." She pecked my lips then took both our plates out of the room. She came back and got into bed.

It was Sunday. It had been a week since we had sex. Hell, it had been a week since I'd had an orgasm. I had been too perturbed and too busy to masturbate. But now, Erin and I were back together, both naked in bed.

As if reading my mind, she leaned over and kissed me passionately. When we broke the kiss, she held my lower lip in her lips for a bit and let it go back with a pop. She reached down to my dick but I held her hand back.

"No Erin. It's your turn, remember?" She hadn't cum last Sunday. It definitely was her turn. She nodded and laid back. "Lay down on your stomach at the edge of the bed." She quietly obeyed but I could see a fire building in her eyes. She was ready for whatever I was going to give her.

I got off the bed and went to her side. I had a long, relaxing massage in mind with an intense happy ending.

I started with her neck. She had always complained about dull pains there and I always did my best to massage it away. Usually, though, when she asked me to massage her neck and shoulders, she became too horny to let me spend any time getting rid of the tension and instead we ended up having sex. That was the upside and the downside to her having a major erogenous zone in that area. This time, however, I wasn't going to skip the massage. I felt the hard spots in between her vertebrae and pushed firmly inwards to loosen them up. She groaned a little from the pain, but it was necessary to get the tension out. After this, she would hopefully feel great.

Once I was satisfied with the work I did on her neck, I worked her shoulders and shoulder blades. Call me weird, but that was one of my favorite parts of her body. She had well-defined muscles in that area but still had all of the feminine beauty. It was hard not to.. erm.. get hard while working there. Erin didn't help much because she kept running her finger nails along my inner thigh. I kept on going though, trying my best to avoid the constant calls my dick made for attention.

I kept the pressure firm. She would probably bruise from all that, but she didn't seem to mind. I worked my way down to her waist and middle to lower back. She teasingly parted her legs a little to let me see the bottom her labia. If I thought I was hard before, I was wrong. My penis stood to attention, almost painfully hard but I couldn't stop the massage.

The two little dips in her lower back, located on either side of her spine, had disappeared since the last time I saw her. This meant that she had a lot of tension there. I rhythmically pressed into where the dips were supposed to be. She groaned in pain but I continued to press until she pulled my hands away. To relax her a little, I rubbed her waist. I knew she loved that as her skin was very sensitive there.

Moving downwards, past her glorious glutes, I worked on her legs. They were a little stubbly but that didn't bother me. She had been through a lot. I wouldn't shave my face if I went through what she had been through so I couldn't expect her to shave her legs.

Once again, I pressed into her muscles hard. I could tell she had been running a lot. She always ran when she was frustrated or sad. "Runner's High," she told me, was one of her very few escapes. Based on how amazing her body was, she must have wanted to escape a lot.

After finishing her legs, I skipped her feet. Nothing against her feet, but I just have slight germophobia and she didn't really like having her feet touched. It was a win-win situation.

Her butt needed some attention too. This was an especially hard part to work on, not because it was technically difficult, but because it was just so sexy. She had, in my opinion, the perfect rear. It wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. It was shapely and firm and the bottom of her cheeks had that perfect separation common to really skinny girls or, like her, girls who work out a lot. It was delightful to be able to press deep into them and to feel the strong muscles slightly tense when I pressed too hard. On top of that, I got an amazing view of her pussy. It glistened from wetness and I could only imagine just how wet it was inside. There was only so much of that sight I could stand before losing all control of myself so I stopped.

I turned her over and started work on her shoulders and collar bones. That was one of her favorite spots to be touched and it showed. She opened her legs and shifted her hip slightly upward to grant me access, but I didn't fall for it. She would have to wait.

Next, I worked on her left arm, pressing into her muscles with less pressure now to avoid hurting her because her arms would be more sensitive to pressure than her back. I also massaged her hand by digging my thumb into her palm and working outwards across each digit. I definitely had a thing for women's hands and fingers. Call me weird (again) but her hands were sexy. I loved how soft hers were. They felt like clouds when they were massaging any part of me, but mostly I loved when they were wrapped around my cock, moving up and down with deliberation, inching me excruciatingly close to orgasm but never quite getting me there. My cock stood to attention again but I willed it down. Its time would come soon enough.

Her chest was up next, which meant I would be touching her boobs. Again, I dreaded this for the same reason I dreaded massaging her glutes. It would be really hard to control myself but it had to be done. I started with the bottom of her breasts. Under the tissue of her breasts, there were anchors for her pectoral muscles. I pushed my fingers into there, being careful not to press any breast tissue. I couldn't massage the middle of her pectorals, so I just settled with massaging her breasts. Neither of us had any objection to this. My hard dick and her hard nipples were proof of that. I lightly pinched her nipple just to tease her then moved downward, much to her dismay.

Her core was another part of her body that was downright stunning. Her obliques and abs were toned to the point where it even made me jealous. She didn't have a six-pack and wasn't ripped, but she was sleek and smooth. I massaged her obliques first. My fingers melted into her skin and she gave a satisfactory sigh as the tension popped away. I couldn't really work on her abs without hurting her , so I worked around her core and down her legs. Her thighs were firm so I had to work extra hard to loosen them up. Once done with that, there was only one thing remaining: the part that generally wasn't included in professional massages.

I didn't want to jump straight in though, so I ran my hands all the way from her thighs to her neck then leaned down to kiss her. She raised her head in desperation to kiss me harder, even went so far as to try pulling me down with her arms but I gently broke free of her grasp. It was quite arousing to see her in a state where she could jump me at any moment.

My dick had been diamond hard from the moment I started massaging her thighs. A drop of precum slipped out and landed on her hip bone. In what might have been the sexiest act she had ever done that didn't involve touching any sexual body parts, she swiped the drop off her hip bone with a slender finger then slowly sucked it off. She was just playing with my head at that point and it worked. I leaned down and kissed her hard. The animalistic craving came over me and I felt a dull ache in my core. I almost let it take control of me but I regained my composure. She moaned more out of frustration than pleasure as I stood up straight. Her face showed a silent, desperate plea for ecstasy.

Now all that was left was her pussy, her beautiful, wet pussy. I started with her inner thighs, massaging slowly upwards. She opened her legs wider to show me what I was doing to her. Her natural lubricant had been dripping onto the sheets below for a while. A sizeable damp spot had built up. I also noticed another drop working its way out of her. The clear fluid inched out of her opening and slowly traveled down her frenum and disappeared into the darkness between her butt cheeks. The sight was mesmerizing enough to stop me in my tracks. Erin cleared her throat to snap me out of it. I shook my head and continued upward until I met the soft flesh of her labia. She visibly tensed her muscles and shifted slightly to get my fingers to touch more of her. It worked but only because I wanted it to. My finger took a shallow dip into her. She was so slick that my penetration would've been unhindered if it wasn't for her tightness. I pulled my finger back out and massaged her outer labia. She moaned loudly and shifted her hips upward.

She put a hand on her pubic mound and pulled it back to expose her clit. It was deep pink and craving for attention. That's when I realized I could no longer resist giving her what she wanted. I slid one finger deep into her then took it out and placed it directly on her exposed clit. She tensed and hissed when I started rubbing her clit slowly but relaxed after she got used to the contact. Her calm was punctuated by little shudders when I hit her clit in just the right spot but she was otherwise still.

I was going very slow to stretch out the build to her climax. She tried to gyrate her hip to get her there faster but any time she did, I stopped rubbing. Soon, she got the point and tried not to move at all.

Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. I leaned down until my face was no more than an inch from her and she pounced. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down. I was in an awkward stance so I lost my balance and fell onto her. She hungrily kissed my face and neck and that made me lose all control. We ended up becoming a tangle of limbs on the bed as our animalistic cravings took over. I was vaguely aware of my penis rubbing against her thighs. Then, I became fully aware that I was about to cum but could do nothing to stop myself. Erin wouldn't let me talk anyway, her lips were sealed onto mine.

My orgasm wasn't intense but I could tell I came a lot. There was a sticky mess between us but we didn't dare pull apart. She reached between us and grabbed my penis. She somehow guided it into her while I was still moving around on top of her. I felt my dick slide effortlessly into her. It didn't soften one bit after my orgasm, if anything, it got harder.

At first, I slowly thrust into her because I was somewhat limited by my proximity to her. She wouldn't let my neck go so I continued with the slow and shallow thrusting. I could feel sweat beads building up on my forehead and some drops running through my hair. I pulled away from the kiss that we were holding so I could breathe but she jerked me back down into a tight embrace. She pulled my head into her shoulder and rested her chin on my shoulder. Then, she let go of my neck and put her arms around my back. She clawed my skin and let out a strenuous groan. I growled at the pain and thrust hard into her. She clawed again and bit into my shoulder to try to suppress a scream. We had well and truly lost any semblance of control over our bodies. Our primitive brains took over, leaving us in a glorious freefall toward unsuppressed euphoria.

I had no idea how much time had passed while I slept. There was no light coming through the window. The scent of semen and Erin's fluids lingered in the air and the sheets felt damp. With a smile, I remembered what happened before I passed out from exhaustion. I could almost hear her moans of blissful agony and feel the welcomed pain of her teeth digging into my trapezius muscle. Our bodies were slick with sweat any my embarrassing premature cum but neither of those things slowed us down. My dick miraculously stayed hard until the moment when Erin came. She screamed my name as she peaked and upon hearing her cry, my own orgasm was set off. I raised my body to give myself better leverage. I thrust my hips as hard and fast as I could. My peak was fast approaching. I opened my eyes to see my beautiful Erin looking back at me. The piercing green eyes met my gaze and held it as she peaked. She arched her back and clenched her eyes shut. She screamed and held onto the sheets as if her life depended on it. That's when I hit my peak and clenched my eyes shut. I felt more cum leaving me, much more than I thought possible for the second orgasm in a row. Then, as sensitivity took over, I stopped thrusting and collapsed to her side.

She quickly curled up next to me and put a leg over my thighs. We were both panting furiously and Erin was trembling with continuous aftershocks of her orgasm. There was no collective energy left to clean up after ourselves. There was just silence and stillness save our heaving chests and her trembling body. She put her head onto my chest and wrapped an arm around me. She moaned one last time and didn't move after that. I put an arm around her shoulder and soon fell asleep with the comfort of her radiant heat.

It was by far, the most intense experience I've ever had. I believe that there was nothing I could do to offer me the adrenaline rush or the pleasure that Erin offered to me then.

She was awake and was looking up at me from her place on my shoulder. Seeing my open eyes, she got up and straddled my hips and kissed me. A kiss had never felt better than it did just then.

As she broke away from the kiss, she stared into my eyes was an indeterminate amount of time. I was content with that because her face, her eyes were all I wanted to see.

She leaned down and pecked my lip. "You are an amazing man," she said. I felt my cheeks warm up. "I love that I can still make you blush."

I laughed. "You are so much more than just amazing." There were really no words to describe how amazing she was. Her cheeks flushed too.

"Let's get cleaned up," she said while inspecting the bed. "And we need to wash these sheets." She grinned.

We hit the shower first. Both of us were tired for any more action. We just helped each other clean the difficult-to-reach parts of our bodies then dried off. I gave her a pair of my boxers and a shirt to wear and I put on a pair of boxers myself. We had sandwiches delivered and after we ate, we put the sheets in the washer along with her clothes. To that day, she hadn't stashed any clothes at my apartment. I had a feeling that was going to change.

She announced she wanted to watch a movie. We cuddled up on the couch together and she chose a movie from the on-demand menu.

Once the movie started, I got to thinking. I was never the kind of person that really liked himself. I had more confidence issues than I could count and it was somewhat justified. I wasn't very good looking, nor did I excel in the academic world. I had very few talents and wasn't very funny. In truth, I didn't have much going for me. So, why was a woman like Erin with me? She really did deserve more than what I could offer; a lot more.

Thankfully Erin was focused on the movie because she would've easily been able to tell something was wrong To be honest, I didn't feel like bringing these feelings to light because it might have given her a pause for thought and given her a chance to realize I was right. 

The pangs of inadequacy hit me like bullets. It was hard to ignore the fact that Erin was just more than me. She was larger than life, beautiful, smart, funny, and most of all, courageous. And I was just.. not.

I must have spent half the movie thinking about that until finally I couldn't handle my torturous movies anymore. "Erin, why are you with me?"

She turned her head to look at me. "What do you mean?"

"You are such an amazing person. Everything about you is, well, perfect. You're smart, funny, beautiful, and strong. I'm none of those things."

She shook her head. "Why are you asking this now?"

And before I could catch the words, they escaped my mouth. "Because I think I may want to spend the rest of my life with you."

We stood in front of the desk. She was wearing a simple white dress and I was wearing a well-fitting suit. It had been 6 years since the day Erin came to my apartment door in her blue shirt and black shorts. 6 years since the day my proposal prematurely flew out of my mouth. 6 years since the day Erin looked back at me in shock, but then calmed down and simply said, "Let's talk about this later." She had pecked my lips then said, "I'm not completely opposed to the idea."




Flames Ch. 04



We did talk about it and decided that we should first move in together. That did happen and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. At least she finally had clothes in my apartment. After that, my impromptu proposal faded away. I went to grad school at the same college, and when Erin got her undergraduate degree, she did her masters as well, in the exact same field as me. After those 3 ridiculously stressful years (thanks to studying constantly), we found respite and both ended up getting jobs after we got our masters. The downside was, we worked for rival companies, which made conversations about work justifiably sparse but no less entertaining when we decided to jokingly argue whose company was better.

But, at that moment, none of that mattered. Erin was standing in front of me in a beautiful, minimalist wedding dress. It had none of the frills of a "normal" wedding dress, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Besides, it matched our wedding. Both of us are non-religious so we decided to just have a simple court marriage. My best man and her maid of honor were the only witnesses. Our families weren't involved in this process because my family members were deeply religious and caused a lot of drama after we announced we were going to have a court marriage. Erin's family didn't care about her, and one of her aunts, the only member of her family she truly loved, had died 2 years prior to our special day.

It was hard to not have more familiar faces there, but life was cruel. We had moved on from that pain though, and realized that our wedding day was a day to be happy, and happy we were. Erin's smile was brighter than ever. Recent time in the sun had caused a few small freckles to flower on the top of her cheeks, making her look cuter than ever. That innocent, naive cuteness was betrayed by her eyes which, although sparkled with elation and anticipation, showed her maturity and wisdom, and the painful struggle to achieve those two qualities.

My observation of her beauty was cut short by the clerk. "If you would please read your vows. Ma'am, you first."

The clerk said the lines and Erin repeated. I did the same. After that, our guests of honor gave us our rings and we exchanged them.

"Anything else you would like to add"? the clerk asked both of us. We both nodded.

Erin opened her hand towards her maid of honor and she dropped a piece of paper into Erin's hand. Erin opened it and glanced at it, then crumpled it and looked into my eyes and held both my hands.

"I don't need a piece of paper to tell you how I feel about you. You are the most incredible person I have met. When I met you on that day when you left those stupid 'expensive' earphones in the classroom, I could tell there was something special about you." I laughed. They weren't that expensive in retrospect but I was really attached to them. I kept them in a little box under my bed. They were the reason Erin and I were here. "Having that cup of coffee with you confirmed that. You were kind, compassionate, respectful, and most of all, sexy." The clerk cleared his throat. "Not to mention smart beyond all measure, not just book smart, but life smart, wise beyond your years. These last 6 and a half years couldn't have been a tenth as amazing if you weren't by my side. You gave me my happiness back.. You gave me my life back." Her eyes glistened as tears formed. "I love you more than you will ever know. Spending the rest of my life with you is the best gift anyone can ever give me."

Tears began to form in my eyes as well.

"Sir?" the clerkasked.

I hadn't written anything. It's not that I forgot, it's just that I wanted to improvise. That's the only time things work out well for me. Improvising had got me Erin.

I subtly cleared my throat, nervous that I would say something that didn't sound quite right. Then, I leapt. "I don't need a piece of paper either. The fact that I'm getting married at all shows how much I love this woman," I quipped. She punched my chest and laughed before I continued, "In all seriousness though, my only regret in life up to this point was creepily glancing at you in class for such a long time before finding the courage to ask you out. Somehow, I knew you were more than just a pretty face, a beautiful face. Beneath that radiant smile and those beautiful eyes is something infinitely more beautiful: you. You are the most incredible woman I've ever met. Smart, pretty, wise, kind, and most of all, strong. I always wondered why the perfect woman would ever take a second look at me, I'm still wondering why to this day. But, I'm glad that the she is standing in front of me, the woman that I will spend the rest of my life with. I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive. Actually, I am the luckiest man alive. Erin, you gave me so much more than just happiness." I thumbed the scars on her wrist from her two suicide attempts a long time ago. She glanced down then looked back up at me with tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. "You gave me motivation to try to be more than just another ordinary guy, because you deserve nothing more than someone like you: someone extraordinary."

Erin bounced impatiently and sniffed. She was shedding tears. "Please let me kiss this man!" she exclaimed with a sobbing giggle.

The clerksaid, "By the power vested in me by the state of Texas, I pronounce you husband and wife." He paused and grinned. "You may kiss the groom ma'am."

Erin jumped onto me and I held her up by the waist. She smiled and looked into my eyes for a second before firmly planting her lips onto mine. After what seemed like too short a time, we broke our kiss and I let her down. Gone was that quirky half-smirk she did when I first met her. It was replaced by a full smile, bright enough to light up my entire life. She looked happier than I had ever seen her, and I felt happier than I'd ever been before.

"We are spending the rest of our lives together," I said to her. She jumped to kiss me again. I swung her around in elation. After I put her down, we walked arm in arm while our guests of honor followed behind. They knew where we were headed and they knew that we didn't want anyone with us when we went there.

A limousine waited for us outside the courthouse. Justifiably, it attracted a lot of attention since it was parked outside of a courthouse, but the people soon stopped staring when they saw us getting into it. We waved our best friends goodbye and the limousine started for the airport.

I rolled up the privacy screen and Erin and I quickly stripped, but not to have sex. We changed into ordinary clothes and put our wedding clothes into the bags we kept in the limousine. A little contact was unavoidable, but we had vowed a week earlier to not do anything sexual until we arrived at our honeymoon destination.

Almost a day later, we arrived at our honeymoon spot. Because we didn't have a huge wedding, our honeymoon was what we spent the most money on. We rented a small island, complete with a massive, luxurious hut by the beach. There was a power generator on the opposite side of the island to power all the amenities that came in the hut including full lighting and a spacious two-person jacuzzi. It was a 7-star accommodation sans internet and TV but with a private beach. The on-call staff consisted of a chef and two attractive servers. 

It cost us our entire savings account to do it, but that would give us a week of nothing but each other. The boat dropped us off and we were greeted by the three staff members. There were more to ensure that everything in the background went smoothly. Those weren't there to greet us and we would likely not see them throughout our stay.

After the servers took our bags into our room we went in and sat down on the bed. One server left and came back with drinks that Erin and I gulped down thirstily. We politely ushered the servers out and went to the massive glass door at the far end of the room that opened up to the private beach. It was walled off in thick bamboo from the hut to the edge of the water giving us plenty of privacy. In the middle of the beach was a large bed with a concrete path snaking up to it. The bed had only the basics: sheets and a couple pillows. But, it wasn't there to sleep on. Erin and I both knew that's where we would be for at least some of the night.

I turned to Erin as she gazed at the sun setting perfectly in line with the bed. Her pale white skin looked tan in the orange glow but her eyes were still that piercing green color. She turned to me, no longer smiling. The look she had on her face was the same look she gave me when I first took off her shorts; the first time I saw her naked. She had pleaded for me to take them off like her life depended on it.

Now, her plea was for one thing: for me to pleasure her. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and she slid it off. She undid her bra while I kneeled and pulled down her shorts and panties. Over the years, her body had only become more beautiful. Her breasts had sagged little, if at all. Her body remained as tone and tight as the day I first saw her naked.

After she was completely naked, she helped me take off my clothes and we walked, naked, toward the bed on the beach. Erin reached out and grabbed my hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze and I looked over. The look she gave me told me many things, but the most important thing was, "I'm yours." Just the thought of that got my blood pumping.

We reached the bed and found a small shelf next to it. On top of it was an abundance of lubricants, condoms, and massage oils, and on the lower shelf, there were towels and spare bedsheets.

Erin smiled at me knowingly and got into bed. She scooted over to the far side and I got in behind her. For a moment, we just lay there watching the sun set. I could hear the waves washing up on the beach and some seagulls complaining in the distance.

But, something, above all else, stole my attention. Erin's feet were in my field of view. My eyes slowly traveled up her smooth legs, past her raised pubic mound and flat belly, past her perfect breasts and long slender neck, and landed on her beautiful face. 

I still couldn't believe that she was with me, that she was married to me. "I love you Erin," I whispered. She just smiled and kissed me. Her lips and tongue moved slowly so as to avoid arousing me too much. We were both tired from the long flight and boat ride to the island. After the long kiss, she put her head on my chest and faced the ocean to take in the amazing view. Soon, we both fell asleep.

When I woke up, Erin's head was still on my chest. Night had fallen but the bed was still dimly lit lamps that were cleverly placed on the bed posts. The faint smell of insect repellant was in the air but it was overpowered by the sweet smell of Erin's hair. As if sensing I was awake, Erin raised her head and turned to kiss me. She kissed me gently then turned over so she was lying on me. Her body was warm even though the air was starting to cool. That made me ignore any questions I had about how the lights had come on and where the insect repellant was coming from.

The week without sex wasn't tough and now I knew why. It was because of this moment, because we would make love as a married couple for the first time.

She kissed me again, but this time it was to arouse me and it worked. I was hard before I knew it. Without hesitation, Erin used her hand to guide me into her. I slid in easily thanks to copious amounts of her natural lubricant. She moaned as she my cock's entire length disappeared into her. She held it there for a moment without moving while she kissed me with dizzying intensity and then sat up. Then, she moved her hips up and down slowly. As more of my shaft got revealed, I noticed it was covered in her juices and glistening in the dim light. I looked up to her face and she was smiling knowingly.

"You're not the only one who couldn't wait for this," she said seductively.

She continued with the slow movements for a long time. Both of us managed to keep our orgasms at bay, but I'm sure I had a much harder time with it than she did. I could see she was getting tired from being on top so I rolled her off me and put my head between her spread legs. Her entire vulva was glistening with moisture. The sight of her magnificent folds gave my libido a renewed sense of urgency but I held it off while I licked the length of her vulva. Her fluids, which I thought tasted a little weird the first time I got a chance to taste, now tasted like heaven.

She groaned when I latched onto her clit and sucked hard. She tried to push me away but I knew it wasn't because she was sensitive. It was because she wanted us to cum together, but I just couldn't delay my wife's orgasm anymore. I wrapped my arms around her legs and grabbed her hands to stop her from pushing me. Soon, my ministrations killed any motivation she had of stopping me. Her grip on my hands tightened drastically and I could see her abdominal muscles fluttering under her skin as her clit became more sensitive. Her orgasm came slowly. I could tell she was getting close because her clit became much harder in a short amount of time.

Her grip on my hands tightened even more as her orgasm built up. She let out a sound so intense, so beautiful that it escapes description. The buildup was long, possibly the longest I'd ever seen her have. When the sensitivity finally hit, she jolted and shivered and continued shivering even after my mouth released her clit. I put a palm over her vulva but all that did was make her cry out and shudder more.

Only when she returned to a normal, resting state did she let go of my hands. I waited a few minutes before I got a towel and gently dabbed her vulva dry. She shuddered every time the towel made contact so I tried to be as gentle as possible. After I was satisfied with my handiwork, I laid down next to her. She turned onto her side and took my semi-hard cock into her hand. She held it with a loose grip and massaged it in long, slow strokes. It didn't take me long to get completely hard again, and I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum again.

Thankfully, Erin had other ideas.

"Remember that night when I came to your door--"

"Wearing your blue shirt and black shorts," I said quickly. That wasn't the only thing I remembered about that night. That was when she told me she couldn't have babies. I knew Erin remembered that as well. It wasn't a bad night though, because that was when we realized we were truly in love.

"Yeah, well the day after, you gave me a massage that blew my mind. I just remembered, it's your turn now." She smiled and picked out a random bottle of massage oil from the shelf. "Turn over."

I did as I was told. She straddled my butt and put a small squeeze of the oil onto my upper back. She closed the bottle and put it by my side, then began to gently rub the oil in. When it was well spread out, she started using her thumb and fingers to knead my muscles. I could do nothing but let out a lengthy exhale and relax. Erin had never given me a massage before mainly because I always insisted I massage her which ended up in her being too relaxed to return the favor. I didn't mind, of course. Watching her melt under my fingers was the best reward I could receive.

Erin was really good at it and I soon found myself getting relaxed to the point where I was about to fall asleep. But, Erin woke me up by saying, "Sorry, I made your butt a little wet. Guess I was a little more excited than I expected." We laughed together while she took the towel and wiped her fluids off my butt then patted her vulva dry. She got a fresh towel and thoroughly wiped the oil off my back. "Turn over."

I willingly obliged. Erin's recent comment had got my blood flowing to my nether regions. My dick was pulsing to life well before she started massaging my chest. She didn't spend as much time there. She rushed to get to my cock. She massaged it gently to bring it to full hardness before she took it into her mouth. Her mouth did nothing but make me harder. The head of my penis was throbbing almost painfully. Satisfied that I was hard enough, she straddled my hips again. I spotted a drop of her fluid hanging down from her vagina. She paused and let it drop onto the my glans, then rubbed it in with two fingers. The gesture alone was enough to make cum, but I fended off the impending orgasm. I wondered how I would last another minute if I was inside her.

She guided me into her and slowly lowered herself. I felt her moist warmth envelop me again. She started moving up and down slowly. Her hands came to rest on my chest and she started moving a little faster. Her boobs jiggled slightly every time her butt came down on my hips. The sight made me pull her down and take one of the hard nipples into my mouth. I lightly bit and sucked on it and she moaned appreciatively.

She dropped her head so our cheeks touched. Her mouth was right by my ear. All I could hear was her hard breathing punctuated by soft moans. Then, she said in a soft, longing whisper, "Baby, cum inside me. I need to feel you filling me up completely. Please, cum."

The words ignited a fire in my chest. She kept whimpering and pleading into my ear as I struggled to keep my hips from pumping like they wanted to.

"Don't hold back baby," she whispered then whimpered as she nibbled on my ear. "I'm yours."

She said the magic words. I groaned as I lost control of my body. I pushed her to my side then got on top of her. I quickly plunged into her again and thrust into her faster and faster. She urged me on as I pumped faster. "Don't hold back.. harder. Oh god! Harder." I felt a burning in my abs from my exertion but I couldn't stop. Before I lost control, I was on the verge of orgasm, but now I felt like I was too far away. I felt that no amount of pumping would make me cum and that's what heightened my determination.

Erin's nails dug into my back and scratched but I barely registered the pain. Her gentle moans and urging whispers disappeared. Grunts and cries of pleasure took their place. My hips slammed into hers harder with every passing minute. Erin nudged my face with her nose and I lifted my head. She lifted her head and kissed me hard and tried to hold onto my lips but failed. She resorted to just hanging onto my neck and staring into my eyes. Then, her eyes went wide like she had suddenly been thrown into freefall. She let out a long moan and struggled to take deep breaths after that. She panted fast then groaned as her orgasm struck. The sight and sounds soon sent me into similar throes. I thrust faster as my climax approached. I felt my cum being released into her with every contraction of my muscles. Erin had already been reduced to a shuddering, panting mess of tangled hair and sweat. As my climax past and sensitivity disallowed me from receiving any more contact to my glans, I collapsed at her side.

I was sweating from every pore in my body. My abs had cramped up during my powerful orgasm and I was just beginning to register the pain. Erin quickly soothed my pain with gentle kisses all over my face and neck. After my chest stopped heaving as hard, she put an arm and a leg over my body and rested her head on my chest. I leaned down and kissed her head gently. She sighed contentedly and absent-mindedly ran her fingernails over the side of my chest where her hand was resting.

We laid there for while watching the moonlight dancing on the agitated water on the beach.

Erin broke the silence. "Let's go back inside. It's getting cold."

We got off the bed but instead of letting her walk back to the hut, I picked her up. She yelped and giggled, then wrapped her arms around my neck.

We quickly showered to wash off any sweat and massage oil then dried off. We got into bed and made out for a while before Erin's belly called out, rather loudly, for some food. When we finally stopped laughing at her gastrointestinal orchestra we wrapped towels around ourselves and went rummaging in the kitchen. Both of the servers were there. They asked if they could help with anything but we politely declined. Erin and I found bread, some cheese slices, and ham in the fridge so we made sandwiches and chomped away. After we ate enough, we rummaged around the bar and found champagne. We looked at each other conspiringly then ran into the room while giggling like little children.