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Room Temperature Tea
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Room Temperature Tea The concrete walls of the apartment did little to stem the war of words on the other side from reaching my ears. The players were the same, my roommate and her boyfriend. Again had let small things escalate into a shouting match. My roommate had the faster wit and could quickly cut down anyone not ready for her onslaught. Her boyfriend's natural course of retaliation was to simply raise his voice above her's, leading to constant streams of roaring. It was sure to end in the normal manner, the boyfriend unable to concede due to pride would slam the door and disappear for a few hours before returning drunk and passing out on the couch. She would realize how sharp her words had been and quickly guilt herself into forgiving him. We had discussed this numerous times. Nothing resulting from it, but the empty feeling that we had hopped back on the carousel one more time. The fault was not all of her own. I had my own relationship issues that found us in similar steps only on a different ride, but still making the same circle achieving nothing new. The door cried out as it was force shut and the night was silent once again. Hearing her huff reassured me that she was still in the apartment and allowed me to return to sleep. The scream of the white tea kettle woke me, I had not completely drifted back into the sweet embrace of sleep. This was outside of the routine and had my curiosity peaked. Foraging for my phone beneath the bed's other pillow I wanted to know the time. If the hour was late enough I could come out without drawing much attention. The phone came to life and illuminated the blue sheet, rewarding me with the time. 4:48 AM, damn a little too out of place to simply go out to the kitchen. Switching the phone back to its own sleep I rolled over on to my back looking up to the ceiling. No sooner had I closed my eyes then I heard my bedroom's door handle being found in the dark. Mentally, I double checked the door's status, I had not locked it. I rarely did, unless I had my own company, and even then it was only for their privacy. An internal smile floated to the surface, I had always said I had an open door policy. The door did not immediately open, now my senses were on full alert. The pause between the first gripping of the handle and its rotation felt like hours. Hundreds of ideas filled my mind. Weighting just who was out there, questioning why they had not burst into the room, or why they were not asking to enter. I thought about telling them to enter, but was curious and knew if it was my roommate wanting to talk I would give up the fact I had heard their fight. The handle finally turned, eyes closed my ears were in overdrive. I could hear two ceramic object touch faintly and the rotation had hesitation in its completion. That was all the information I needed, the hand would belong to my roommate and I shifted off of high alert.The door opened softly, the scent of honey pulled my internal smile into the world of flesh. I was a southern boy and enjoyed my tea sweetened, even if it was not the tea from home. It seemed if she was of two minds, half sneaking into my room and the other half looking to bribe me into a comforting chat. Either way she had hot tea in hand and until this changed she would continue to believe that I was asleep. I did not need to surprise her and be showered in tea. What came next had crossed my mind before, but was always dismissed and would shock me. The ceramic objects found a home on the glass top of my desk. I was sure she had first paused entering the room to adjust to the low light and now that she had she could begin to execute her plan. Waiting to hear my name cross her lips calling me to wake, instead my ears detected another familiar sound, clothes landing on the floor. My mind raced to analysis the weight of the articles and to recall possible reactions to events I had dismissed. I was able to steady my thoughts under the idea that I had mis heard. My false conclusion was dashed when the sound of the door closing, the lock clicking into place came screaming at my ears. I cursed myself for not acting the instant I knew the hot liquids had been secured. My name snapped me into reality. Instructions to slide over came in a pleasant whisper. I opened my eyes to try and take stock of everything, but the earlier bright light of the phone had thrown my low light vision off balance. I needed to stall a bit, and called out her name. I used my hand to check the position of the sheet and comforter. Damn, the comforter had been folded in half and the foot of the bed to allow me to cool off and sheet was barely at waist height. "What's up girl?" I managed to force out in a sleepy, low panic voice. The question was meant to cover my attempt at repositioning the covers. However, it also presented the perfect opportunity for her to enter my bed. Being a creature constantly on the move I usually renting furnished apartments, this being the exception in solid record spanning fours years. Not fully accepting that I would be here for more than a minute i had purchased a queen sized air mattress to constitute my bed. The air cushion shifted only slightly as her hundred pound frame stretched out. A light, barely audible, huff came from her. Signaling she was collecting her thoughts. Nothing came, but I could feel her feet searching for the bed sheet. Mind still spinning between possible options and a few fantasies, her words launched me into action. "Your room is chilly. Be a gentleman and share a bit of the covers. I need to warmup before I can think." She had tailored the request to place a single word in the stream ensuring I would be respectful. It also pacified a large chunk of the anxiety that had been lurking at the edges of my mind. Flicking my waist the blue flat sheet rippled and landed covering her silhouette. She shivered a bit and I found myself reaching down unfolding the comforter. I could not see the state she was in, but I had too many clues eluding to the fact she was cold to ignore. She had charged me the the duty to see that she was warm. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you need…" I lost the grip on the sentence as she slid back and came into skin-to-cold-skin contact with me. Immediately, I recalled that I had, as usual, gone to sleep in the buff. "Hold me." Her words came more of a whispered cry than a command. With her back firmly pressed against my side and knowing if I did not conform to her wishes she could make more or confront my lapse in duty. This was dangerous territory even for my discipline, but I was resolved in the idea I would be here for her and not for my own interests. Lucky this was not the first time caught in such a position. I moved to spoon with her, careful to use our height difference to create and keep selective areas distant as we came together. Placing my hand on her shoulder, always staying on the outside, I traced my way down to her arm. Within a few seconds of completing the delicate dance into our embrace I could feel the tension of her muscles melt away granting me a wave of relief. I closed my eyes and focused my mental energy on maintaining discipline, knowing the first few minutes would be the hardest. Not all parts were of the same mind to be the requested gentleman. However, closing my eyes had the untended consequence of forcing my other senses to reach out and add information for processing. The flood of information was making the maintaining more difficult. My thighs in contact with her butt and my abs transferring heat to her lower back revealed that she was in the same clothed state I was in, none. My eyes came open in hopes to slow the influx of new information. Even being confident that I could sleep in a single position all night without shifting, did not prevent me from worrying, because I was unaware of her nocturnal tendencies. I could preserve my disciple base on the current elements, but it would not take much to capsize that illusion. With each breathe she drew I could feel her relaxing more. Convinced she felt safe in my bed without a stitch of clothes made me jubilant and I began to relax. At the behest of sleep my eyes shut, and my senses extended out again. With nose near the nape of her neck I pulled in lungfuls of her pheromones, neurons begun to fire wrestling me from the grip of sleep. I knew that smell too well. It had more pull over me that catnip had over a pack of felines. She was aroused and from the concentration it was not a fleeting feeling. Muscle memory took over. I woke to my lips pressing themselves softly on her neck. Screaming within, I retreated my venturing lips. It was not quick withdraw, to do so would alert her to what I had done. I monitored her breathing and even her pulse from the limiting position. Neither had changed. I had made a mistake, my disciple had faltered, but now was not a time to dwell on it. I just needed to adjust a bit to sustain the level of restraint. I am positive I would have been able to holdout the remainder of the night had she not shifted her arm over the top of mine and physically direct my hand to cup her breast. She knew that breasts are a weakness of mine, and while I tended to find myself in relationships with girls that had a minimum of B cups, she was a full A or a baby B on a good day the fact that I had seen hers before, but never touched them crippled my resolve to holdout. On top of this my highly questionable relationship status had not visited in over month lead to an instant division of minds. One screaming that it had been a natural shift in positioning and the other laughing saying she was trading the kiss for access to her feminine assets, tic for toc. The debate ended when my name floated across her lips in a voice that was anything but asleep. The floodgates burst, and I flashed from perfect rule following knight into a wolf of the night. Drawing in a deep breathe I was fueled for whatever the outcome materialized. Focused took the first step of the dance, actively reaching out to all of my senses I collected a full picture of the beautiful woman in my bed. The arm I had wrapped around her began to tense and her heart rate jumped. She could feel what was coming and wanted to be ready for it, not resist it. A new mindset was now navigating the night's events and it smiled ear-to-ear. Rolling her forward a hundred and eighty degrees, left her facing me. Her eyes were wide open, not from surprise, but excitement. In a swift motion, I retraced my arm and swept hair behind her ear and kissed her. The rich sweetness of honey from her lips sparked my mind afire. It could not have been a more perfect kiss if there were fireworks, an earthquake and a full orchestra to accompany the tender bonding. Lips locked, our bodies took over and the distance between us became zero. As she kissed back my left hand found the breast my right had vacated. I released my own sigh as I drank in all of the sensory input. I could feel ripples of goosebumps appear on her back. There could be a dozen reasons behind their occurrence, but I wanted to ensure her commitment to the full event and rolled her on top of me. She would either continue or be in perfect position to retreat. Once again I used my right arm to power her into position. However, this time I used my left, who was reluctant to leave its current home, to secure the sheet and comforter to keep her warm. The moving bodies and tight control of the sheet brought another scent to my attention. A rich dew with a tease of sweetness filled the air between us. More aerobic actives were certain to follow. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed off, slowly breaking the bond between our lips. My arms traced down her sides and came to rest on her hips as she straddled me. My grin was easily visible even in the low light and her breasts were in full view now. I caught a hint of her own grin as she saw where my attention was focused. She allowed me a few more seconds of unobstructed study before dropping down to rest her forearms on my torso. She moved her head from side-to-side apprising my reactions. Her seductive motion transitioned from only her head to her whole body. Her grin grow as she maneuvered between my legs. Now her oscillation was squarely focused on parts she had never seem and she had his full attention as he greeted her with full salute. Not wanting her to be the only one having fun my hands found their way from her hips to her hands and interlaced with her fingers. Each time she teased her tummy rub I would slowly pulled her arms outward. It did not take her long to connect the two and ramp up her gyrations. Holding her arms wide her forehead pressed onto my lips and put them to work bobbing her head. Each time she seesawed I was rewarded with more twisting. She pressed her forehand hard into my lips and then used her feet and the springlike nature of the air mattress to vault her lips onto mine. Shock waves of surprise and more arousal took hold. She was reading each of my moves and matching her own inventive additions to them. The newest round of gyrations were aided by a welcomed moisture and the sounds of her applying it to me, heightening the excitement we shared. This game of tease and counter tease was rapidly gnawing away at our restraint. Enjoying her globes rubbing against my chest I was not eager for it to end. While I knew that it would escalate with or without me, I wanted to see who broke first. She started to fight the interlacing of her fingers want to take control and assist me in becoming one with her. Holding fast to her fingers, she broke the kiss and nodded to release her hand. Casually shaking my head I told her no need. She returned to nodding. I had more experience on an air mattress and knew that I would need to simply push downward with my rump and on the return trip nature would do the rest. Lifting my head to reach her lips I used the shift in weight to get in position. She moved her head back and forth slowly avoiding my hunting lips. This tease was only bring more pinup hunger for her to the surface and I took hold of her lower lip with my teeth. her face flashed a bit of surprise, but she was not afraid. Now in full control of her movement, I slowly pulled her head down with me back to the pillow. A new flash of surprise ran across her face and then waves of elation took hold. I wanted to savor this moment as I slid between her moist folds and into her. Now that I was part way inside I released her lip and hands, surrendering control to her. It would be a long night and I wanted her to get everything she desired from the experience. Realizing she was now in control she took hold of my shoulders and steadied herself atop me, careful not to let the link between us drop. Her eyes closed and her head tilted up as she slowly danced her way down allowing me to fill her inch-by-inch. Stopping suddenly she looks down into my eyes and drops her full down on to me, burying me complete. The shock of pleasure, must have been visible, because she been came a Cheshire cat looking at her captured prey. Looking down she snaked her way closer and I waited for the reward of her lips upon mine once again. As she neared contact she veered off brushing cheek to cheek and ending with my ear between her teeth. She was using knowledge gained months earlier when we had talked about things we enjoyed, but our significant others seemed to miss. Swirling her tongue on the piece of flesh just past her incisors a smirk took hold to the point I could feel it on my cheek, but she was not stopping there. Brushing away the hair from my face she combed her fingers through my mane. I was in heaven and she know I was a puddle to be shaped. Her use of insider information left me in a state that was timeless. A shallow nip brought me to the surface and signaled it was my turn to show her I had been listening too. I was willing to give her all that she wanted. The bed cheered as we held each other close and rolled over allowing her to rest her head on a pillow. Queuing up my internal DJ, he set a beat that translate into a slow grind rhythm for me to pace the night. With my hips following the music and I went to work displaying my own knowledge. Clearing her forehead of stray hairs I traced the edge of her face down her neck, across her shoulder, down her arm until I found her hand and held it with a gentle possession style. now the stream of kissed poured forth. First her forehand, a single centered kiss. It had hit a chord forcing her to release the breathe she held. Alternating between the sides of her face kisses tailed down, each kiss inching closer to her lips. Kissing the edge of her lips she tired to catch more of me, it was part of the fun. The kisses now trailing to the sweet spot below the ear on the neck allowed her an opening to test my coordination. She launched her own series of kisses on my neck hoping to impede my travels. This only increased my smile and resolve to push forward and feel her melt. Now at the bottom of her neck I squeezed a little more with each kiss on the way to the mid of her chest. Her breathing was becoming louder, she was refusing to surrender a moan. In the center of her bust I placed one last kiss before leaping to her left breast landing lips retracting and tongue expended. I hooked her piercing and pulled her nipple into my waiting mouth, while releasing her hand and cupping her lonely breast. The sudden change in temperature, and pressures overwhelmed her senses and a deep low moan filled my ears. Her hands now free roamed through my hair and over my back. Skilled use of her nails teasing the skin trailed goosebumps as she moved cheered me on. Granting both of her arousal harden nipples ample attention I swept my arm behind her should and pull her lips to mine. I had lay the ground work time to see her liftoff the launch pad. The DJ kicked the slow steady beat off the speakers and down new flow. With the rhythm accelerated she became to move to the new pace of my hips. Her kissing grow faster and the breaks between became more frequent. Feeling her tighten her grip on me from the inside I knew she was close. All that rocket only needed a spark, who was I to deny it. Veering her head to the side I was gifted with access to an ear I had not touch, a perfect place to ignite her. Like a cobra discovering dinner I struck. A light nibble on her ear was all she needed. First a trembling centered between us, signaled mission complete, but I did not stop until I felt the eruption fluttered outward encompassing her completely. She twitched once more and another moan came as she release the chunk of pillow she had found during the peak of her climax. I was flush, gloating in what I had caused, and even in the low light it was evident to her. She throw me a smirk, like she was not impressed. She knew me too well, I was not finished with my performance and a little egging on would flood me with more enthusiasm. Palming her head I flipped the pillow over, what I had next in store for her I wanted zero distraction. Turning her onto her side, I rotated around to spoon with her, ever vigilant that we stayed as one. Running my hand over her side feeling each of her ribs as I worked toward her hip. Before preceding down her leg my hand drew a small group of circles. I wanted her to have some time to recover, but I also want the memory fresh in her mind to be hungry for another. She pulled her leg upward to allow me to glide my hand over her knee and rounding it my hand ran across the inside of her thigh. As I came to wear we became one, the texture switched from soft skin to supple whiskers. She had not shaved. Passion welled in me, she had chosen this not in a planned thought out manner, but in a moment of emotional longing. I would need to switch tactics to ensure the night would end early. Resuming my hand's exploring adventure it came back to frisky hard nipples. Covering her pierced nipple with my warm and slightly moist hand had her turner head to find my lips. I granted the request with a single lip before I commence the onslaught of thrusts. Thrusting deep and to a steady rhythm was nothing new, but on the third inward push I bit down hard on the space between neck and shoulder. Her moan was instant. Digging into my hips to find a common pace did not slow my preplanned pace. The internal count ticked down freed the muscle I had between my teeth. Without missing a beat the DJ change the music back to the original slow song and I kissed around the impact point. The change was not to her liking and again she tried to use her arms to force a change in pace. It had the same effect as before, none. I was the conductor and she would see why. The internal clock ticked down, I bit again and resumed the faster rate of thrusts. Her pulse was jumped and her breathing matched my thrusts. She was seeing that the alternating fast and slow was racketing her body up to another eruption. However, a 3.5 was nothing worth writing home about, I want her to be rocked by a solid 9 plus and pushed my free hand beneath and around her adding pressure to her stubbled patch. She released my hip, confident I was going get her to the station on time, used her hands to comb through my hair and add her own extra rubbing. Two more cycles of fast to slow had her puling my hand off her nether region and place it in her mouth. I was ready of the incoming pain, it would be my reward. The shockwaves slammed into her and I felt a light bit on my fingers. I knew it was only the beginning and shifted in a thrusting pace in the middle of the two. The wake of climax found my hand free and I put it to use pulling her tight against me pace slowly ramping up. Faster and faster we exhaled. Closing my eyes I checked that my mental barriers were in place this would be her mine would be next. Her legs kicked out and she contorted. She was deep in the throws of her orgasm. Her hand reconnected with my hips and I conformed to her to guided pace as she returned to Earth. A few minutes passed as she laid there recovering, I dancing my finger across her chest to ensure I would stay firm and ready to continue. Turn back to me she was about to speak, but I landed a finger across her lips before the night hear a real word. We had not needed words to this point and I was not about to spoil the momentum. Unsure whether I would get a second chance to explore her body I decided I want to have my own climax with me atop me granting me both view and adjustable timing. Turning to lay flat she spun with me. After a few test bounces she turned around face-to-face with me. Moving her hair from her face I checked the bit location. I had been diligent to apply pressure, but to minimize any lasting markers. In the low light I could not see any marks a positive sign. I had learned long ago that woman like to be marked, but they required them to be more private reminders. She allowed me a passionate kiss before forcing my head to the pillow and bent the stingy nature of the air mattress to her will. The way she shifted between grinding, swaying, and burst of close passionate tongue trails her own DJ was dropping enjoyable beats. I was content to watch her dance there forever. She noticed there I was not escalating the pace of events. Her pride was wounded, triggering her to get more aggressive. Tearing my hands from their perches she dropped them to her hips and held tight to my wrists. She throw twists and swivels at me, monitoring my heart rate at via my wrists. She learned fast what I liked, and feed me more and more. Still she was not getting the result she desired. The Cheshire cat graced her face once more and I knew I was in a world of trouble now. Dropping her hold on my wrist she fall onto her forearms and clenched two thick handfuls of my hair. Placing her elbows on my shoulders she forced herself back onto me. Slowly at first, I was masking the thrill of what she was doing, but she saw through it and unlatched any throttling she had in store. This was not the slow or methodical thrusting, it was raw unbridled passionate. She continued like an army laying siege to city walls. I was now riding my own waves of fervor joy and lust. She was rewarded with a swelling of the link between us. The more I grew the more she throw energy into increasing the pace. My own pleasure was peaking and with her rapid rocking her hips encouraging me evermore I pulled back the mental barriers in place and released the flood of ecstasy as I climaxed. She took all of the physical cues in and pulled me tighter in her embrace as her honeyed lips danced across mine. She was pulling pleasure from my release and she found another orgasm of her own. our lips pulled apart again as she trembled and gazed deep into my eyes. It had not been an explosive one, but one share between us, a cherry crowning our coupling. The rocky shores of exhaustion ended the ripples of pleasure dancing through her body and she collapsed atop me. Not wanted to break the bond between us I held her there, listening to the change in her breathing as she dove into the waiting arms of sleep. Sure that I would wake at any moment to find it had all been a dream I fought the iron weights forming in my eye lids, but sleep washed over me as well. The birds weaving their song into the early morning air was the first sign of the time and had me conscious enough to hear the front door open. Damn, I was awake, knowing full well the boyfriend had returned from his wondering. Still draped over me she was picturesque and I wanted that moment to last forever. It would be wrong to without the information from her. She was smart and I would wanted the decision to be hers. I whisper her name, my heart melts as a smile now graces her face. "He is here." She stirs slowly, I am hopeful, tilting her head up she kisses my cheek. The bed moans as she rolls out of the sheets, it not happy at her departure either. The sun is up and I am greeted with a full view of her backside as she stands up. I can see the small pile of clothes near the bed, but she does not reach for them. The world is a haze, I want to say something, to pull her back into bed with me and continue to enjoy her company, but know better. Coming out of my bathroom she smiles, the sands of sleep still in place as if wishing she could return. Surveys the room, first at her clothes then she walks over to the couch and pulls my favorite green T-shirt from the a tower of shirt waiting to be hung up. I marvel at the beauty standing in my room face partially covers as she slid into the shirt. A quick wink is flashed my way as she kicks the her clothes out of sight and takes hold of a Pooh mug. Whether she would be back for them or have me return them, I knew it would give us and other link to this night. Taking a sip I can see that there is another mug for me. The tea is now room temperature, but I would be happy to share it with her. Nothing else is said as she unlocked the door and walked out into the living room wearing my shirt. There were no promises, no thank you's, just a kiss, a smile and a wink and it was all I needed to hope. |
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To quote a poet: (S)he unfolds the flag, the message and strike is flawless (tyrosr) Kisses Samantha
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