Just to See - Part 3

 

Jill stood behind me, unhooked my bra, and eased it down my arms and tossed it aside. Then she pressed up against my back and slid her hands around to grope me again from behind. “Such a lovely handful. On the bed, sweetheart.”

She released me and I clambered onto the bed and lay down on my back, expecting Jill’s weight on top of me. But instead she climbed up next to me, resting on her side. “Put your hands behind your head.”

I looked a question at her, but she just trailed her fingers in lazy circles across my skin.

“So soft… They look so beautiful this way.” She dropped a little kiss on my shoulder. “I mean, they always look pretty…” She traced all the way across my chest and started toying with my nipple again, making my hips roll in response.

“You got cocky. You only left yourself one hand to fondle me with.”

“True,” she grinned. “I’m not worried about it.”

And that’s when she rolled forward and closed her lips around me.

No trying to hold back anymore, not after that cry of pleasure. I dissolved into moans and sighs, unable to think about anything but the exquisite way her lips and tongue were working together. She sucked just gently enough to keep my body screaming for more while her tongue kept moving in ways I couldn’t predict, now circling, now flickering back and forth across my nipple, now stroking upwards as though trying to coax me further into the warmth of her mouth. As though I needed any encouragement.

When she had mercy on me for a moment and switched to dropping little kisses all over my breast while using her hand to stroke my stomach, I caught my breath enough to speak.

“This isn’t fair, you know,” I managed, and then trailed off into a whimper as she swiped her tongue across me again. “We only agreed to you feeling me up.”

“No,” she said, pausing to take a long ice-cream lick that made my back arch and my hips buck into the empty air. “Hands behind your head, I said. We agreed to me feeling your tits…” -- And she paused to take one of those sweet little sucks -- “...any way I wanted.”

“Same thing,” I gasped.

Jill sucked a little harder this time.

“Are you suggesting that my lips and tongue can’t feel you?”

“OK -- Ooh -- Oh, God -- good point.”

Jill moved in and sucked even harder. Then she pulled back.

“Do you think I’m violating the terms of our bet?” She swiped her tongue across me, just once. “Do you want me to stop?” She moved in slowly, closing in for a leisurely suck that shot tingles through my whole body.

“Nnn -- Nnnn.”

Jill kept her mouth where it was but moved her hand over to tease my other breast, drawing her thumb back and forth across my nipple with a slow deliberation that threatened to shut my brain down completely.

“Say it.” Her voice was soft but with an element of her courtroom steel. Jill traced little curlicues around my areola with just the tip of her tongue. “Tell me you want me to keep going.” Her eyes were shining with an excitement I hadn’t seen before.

“Keep going --- Ah! --- Please keep going.”

And then Jill was on top of me, sucking me hard and using both hands to touch me everywhere she could. I couldn’t keep my own hands behind my head anymore. I clutched at her, tangling the fingers of one hand in her hair while the other dragged its way down her back, trying to keep her from getting away even as she pressed closer against me.

As she moved across to suckle on the breast her mouth had been neglecting, Jill pushed her thigh between my legs. I pushed mine up in answer and rolled my hips to meet the pressure I’d been dying for. Jill growled with pleasure and pulled back to look at my face as her hips pushed into me with a slow, steady rhythm.

For a moment, I tried to control the expression on my face -- tried to show her the pleasure, but not the joy at what was happening, tried to keep her from seeing how long I’d been waiting and how in love I was. And then I just let go and let her see all of it.

I watched Jill’s face change as she took mine in, terrified that she would pull away.

And then she was kissing me, so sweet and so hungry and still grinding against me even as she did. I did my best to kiss her back through my smile while I frantically grabbed at her shirt. Jill wouldn’t break contact with me long enough for me to get it off, so I ended up just pulling it up and unhooking her bra, pushing both up and out of the way enough that we could be skin to skin, finally feeling her breasts against mine.

Jill switched to sucking on my neck so she could hear my cries get higher as she rocked against me. She increased the pace and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch me unravel. One of my hands stayed on her hips, pushing her into me, while the other one stole up between us so I could feel her heavenly little breasts, perfect just like they were made to fit into my palm.

“Are you going to come for me?” she whispered. I moaned and gave her nipple a little pinch in answer. “Please come. I want you to so much.” Jill left a trail of searing kisses down my neck and chest as she rubbed her thigh against me -- and herself against mine -- with more urgency. She knew what it would take to make me lose myself completely.

Jill thrust harder and faster still as she took a nipple into her mouth and sucked and swirled at it with everything she had. I cried out -- but she was the one who went over the edge first. Jill threw her head back and released her pleasure in long, sweet sighs. I managed to kiss Jill’s face and neck a few times before seeing and hearing her so beautifully out of control sent me over too.

I was dimly aware of holding her against me and feeling her hand on my face as I shivered my way back to stillness.

Jill stayed on top of me for a while, giving me exhausted little kisses. Then she rolled to the side and pulled me with her so we stayed tangled up. We kissed each other properly and then nuzzled in to rest.

Jill gave me a sleepy grin and let me pull off her top and bra, then collect her back in so I could feel her against me and trail my fingers up and down her back. Jill smoothed my hair and looked deep into my eyes.

“Page,” she said, “I’d already seen that episode.”

I gave her my best scowl for as long as I could maintain it -- about three seconds.

Jill put on a mock-guilty look. “Can you forgive me?”

I hooked a finger into the waistband of her jeans and ran it around to the button of her fly.

“Give me a couple of hours to rest and I’ll think of a suitable recompense.”  

“More than fair.” Jill cuddled back into me. And then she put a cheerfully possessive hand on my breast and went to sleep.

Just to See - Part 2

 

Jill moved aside and patted the cushion. “Sit back down in the middle of the couch.”

I obeyed. Jill came over and -- Oh, God -- sat in my lap, straddling me. I hadn’t thought about that possibility. Her weight was on me and her face was close enough that I could see the tiny color variations in her irises -- green, gorgeous, and maybe just a little nervous. But nowhere as nervous as I was.

“I know where your hands go,” I joked feebly. “Where do you want mine?” Just sitting there on the couch with them resting limply by my sides felt so unnatural. Jill thought for a second and put them on her waist.

“That good?”

I nodded. As long as I can stop myself from clutching at you.

Jill smiled a little more gently and stroked my hair, then put her hands on my shoulders. “You ready?”

I nodded. Jill ran her hands down my arms, making me shiver.

And then she moved across my stomach and came up under my breasts. My heartbeat stepped up to a canter. Jill looked down at my breasts as she lifted them just a little and I switched to staring over Jill’s shoulder to try to reduce the intensity of what was happening to me. Not so bad so far. Just the woman I’d wanted forever holding my boobs to feel their weight.

Jill gently shifted her hands all around to feel their shape. She stroked her palms across my nipples and my stomach jumped. Then she used her fingertips. Well, at least my breathing was holding fairly steady.

Jill quirked an eyebrow and gave me a mischievous little half-grin.

“Hard already?”

“I’m nervous.” Well, it was a half-truth, at least. I was nervous. But I’d been hard since she walked in the door.

Jill had mercy on me and swirled her hands all around, over my arms and shoulders, then slowly back down to my breasts, almost like she wanted to know what it would be like to cop a feel. My breath caught in my throat as she moved around to cup me again, as much as she could fit in her hands.

“They’re...satisfying,” she murmured, “I like this sweater.”

“Thanks.” It came out in a burst of air, but it was pretty close to being normal conversation.

“...But it needs to come off.”

Jill helped me pull off my sweater, then captured my wrists and put my hands back on her waist, maybe a little more snugly this time. She smoothed my hair out for me, then toyed with my bra straps.

“Niiiice.”

OK, so I had a habit of dressing up for her. Underwear and all. I’m sensitive enough that I won’t wear a lacy bra -- they feel scratchy on me -- but silky happens. And where Jill was concerned, silky happened a lot.

That night it was a pearly-gray fabric, so smooth it was practically frictionless. The material covered enough skin, but it was so thin that it didn’t do a thing to hide my arousal. Jill took that in and looked back at my eyes, humor playing over her face. “Nervous...”

Hell, yes.

Jill settled into my lap a little more, then let her right index finger follow a path down my bra strap. Her other fingers joined it to feel the softness of the material. Jill purred low in her throat, pleased at how easily her hand slid over my breast. Then she started exploring me with more focus.

Jill traced her fingers all around, enjoying what she was feeling, but also enjoying teasing me. She danced her fingers close to my nipple but wouldn’t quite touch it. Through half-closed eyes, I saw her wicked enjoyment when I unconsciously arched my back to try to meet her touch.

Finally she had mercy on me and grazed her fingertips across it. I drew in a sharp, jagged breath as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. Jill liked that. She used all four fingers on my nipple, circling and brushing it with an incredibly light touch that woke up every nerve ending I had. It was the sweetest torture I could imagine.

I turned my head to the side and shut my eyes, embarrassed that I was openly panting now. Jill seemed to take that as encouragement and moved her other hand down off my shoulder, letting it work in tandem with the first. I breathed even harder, sighing as the pleasure blossomed through my body.

Jill moved in for a light pinch and I lost control enough to clutch at her waist, pulling her even closer into me.

“You like that, huh?” Jill pinched me again, and all I could give her in response was a tiny whimper. Jill increased her pace, stroking and tweaking, a little less gentle now. “Tell me if you like it.”

“Mmh. Yes,” I finally managed, “Yes… So good...”

“You don’t have to hold back,” Jill said, making her fingertips flicker back and forth.

I looked up at Jill, knowing I was hazy with arousal. But what I saw wasn’t clinical interest. Her eyes were shining and she was studying my face, watching what turned me on the most. “Just let go -- it’s so sexy.”

And then she removed all choice of holding back by starting a counterpoint of flickers and pinches, sending electric tingles straight to my clit and pleasure radiating through my body. Soon she had me moaning openly, my eyes closed again not because I couldn’t look at her but because I didn’t have the spare mental capacity to keep them open.

“Page,” she asked as she dragged her thumbs back and forth in a way that made my heart hammer, “What’s your favorite part of getting felt up?”

“Um... Everything? Oh, Jesus -- that. What you did right there.”

“That?”

“Ah! Yes! That! ...Oh, God, maybe that.”

“You want to know what my favorite part is?”

I nodded and made sounds that were almost like words.

“It’s this moment.”

And then she finally slid her hands under my bra. My hips surged and I reflexively pulled her against me as the sensations got even more intense. I was dizzy with it.

“Hey,” Jill finally said as she touched my cheek to get my full attention. “Can you handle more?”

I nodded. Jill took my hand and led me into my bedroom.

Just To See - Part 1

Jill looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and put down her wine.

“Can I feel your tits?” she asked.

A more suave woman wouldn’t have spluttered her drink. I am not that woman.

I grabbed a napkin and dabbed prosecco off my shirt, then looked at Jill. Which I usually didn’t do, not for long, not while she was looking back at me. I’d been in love with her for too long and hid it by sticking to shy, furtive glances.

She was smiling at me -- playful, but not playing. She had a hint of mischief in her eyes, but she really was asking.

It was a silly response, but I said it anyway: “What, seriously?” I realized that I was instinctively rubbing my shoulder, which meant my arm was crossing my chest -- an obvious protective gesture that Jill had to be noticing. I willed my arm down and fiddled with the rim of my glass instead, letting out a tiny, nervous huff of laughter. I forced myself to meet Jill’s gaze again. Her eyes were sparkling. She kept her tone light -- totally unnecessary, since she had me from the start, but she actually seemed to be playing her cards carefully.

“Yeah,” she said, cocking her head and dipping it a little, “just to see what it’s like.”

“You’ve felt plenty of them before,” I countered, trying not to be too easy, trying not to be too eager. Trying not to get hurt. It was hopeless -- the thought of Jill’s hands on me already had my heart pounding. The issue wasn’t whether I’d let her feel me up, it was whether I could let her do it without giving too much away.

“Not like yours,” she said. It was true: Jill always dated slender girls, like her. She liked them athletic, dyed blonde, and, to her credit, with the real, small breasts that come with nonexistent hips. Mine were D-cups, generous and with generous hips to match, no matter how much I worked out. I’d learned to love both, mostly, except when I was around Jill -- I’d always wanted her so badly, and it was always so clear that I wasn’t her physical type. She also seemed to like women who undermined her confidence and treated her badly in subtle little ways -- another thing I would never live up to.

Jill had broken up with her last quietly awful girlfriend four months ago and had referred once or twice to making progress in therapy, but I still wasn’t holding my breath waiting for her to fall in love with me.

Well, I wasn’t holding my breath in the metaphoric sense. At the moment, I was holding it in the literal sense. I was suddenly hyperaware that drawing in air and letting it out would make my chest move up and down -- and Jill wasn’t making any secret of her interest in it.

I thought about the touchably soft, low-cut sweater I’d worn that night and couldn’t decide if I was glad or not.

“Come on,” Jill grinned, carefully light, persuasive but not too pushy. “I just want to know what I’ve been missing.”

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and knew I’d be crimson in a minute. I wanted to say yes more than anything, but right behind the searing thought of her hands on me was the thought of how disastrous it would be if I let it happen.

“I can’t,” I finally said after way too long a pause.

“What,” Jill teased. “You think you need to get to know me better?”

“No…” I tried to think of better ways to put it and couldn’t. I looked her in the eyes again, which was a mistake. Finally I said to my prosecco, “I’ll get all turned on.”

Was it my imagination, or had Jill’s cheeks suddenly flushed too? Probably embarrassed for me, or embarrassed to have started this at all.

“Really?” she asked, not taking her eyes off me as she took a larger sip of wine than usual. “They’re that sensitive?”

No getting around it. My cheeks had to be scarlet now. “Yes. They… I… They’re very sensitive, yes. You’d be there all clinical and I…” The thought was too humiliating: Me writhing around trying to fight off the pleasure while Jill sat there completely unmoved. “I can’t. Sorry.”

“It’s OK,” Jill said so casually that I should have known it wasn’t really over. “No big deal.”

But Jill is a lawyer, and a good one. When she wants something, it’s never really over.

We went back to our original plan of knocking down snacks, wine, and a few episodes of Orange Is the New Black, and before long we were cuddled up on my couch almost like usual. Maybe a little more careful about where our bodies touched, but almost like usual.

Jill and I laughed over the new, too-chatty inmate and then suddenly she turned to me.

“They’re not going to put someone that beautiful on the show without having her sleep with someone,” she said. “Who do you think gets her?”

I was divided between Piper and Boo, even though we agreed that Poussey really deserved an on-air girlfriend. Jill guessed Nicky. I cheerfully argued potential plot twists with her until she said, “You want to bet?”

She’s a lawyer, as I mentioned, and she was all too aware of my stubborn streak. She knew I’d bet just to be contrary. And then she had me. If I won, Jill agreed to let me pick our next five movies together, date and time to be determined.

...But if Nicky got the girl, well, so did Jill. She got to feel me up any way she wanted, that very night. Jill sensed me hesitating -- they weren’t quite even terms, after all -- and sweetened my odds: I’d win the bet if Piper, Boo, or Poussey bedded the new inmate.

I couldn’t decide if I was happy or disappointed at my new statistical advantage. And I hoped like hell that Jill couldn’t feel my heart pounding as she settled back against me.

Nicky, of course, bagged her quarry in what seemed like record time. Jill looked over to laugh at me, deep and throaty, as I sat there with my mouth still open. She refilled both our glasses, clinked them together, and cuddled back up with me, happy in her victory.

I can’t remember anything in the episode after that. I just sat there trying to figure out how to get through having my favorite person do one of my favorite things to me without visibly enjoying it.

The episode ended and Jill clicked off the TV. Then she sat fully up and, not looking at me, yawned broadly and did the old movie theater move of stretching her arm around my shoulders, letting her hand drop a little too low. I laughed and pulled myself together.

“OK,” I said, “How do you want me?” Jill’s easy grin got just a little wider and then she looked me up and down to assess.

“That’s a good question,” she mused. “Maybe up on your knees?”

We kneeled on my couch, facing each other, fighting nervous giggles. Jill reached for me and it was too much like a movie monster grab. We both cracked up.

“Not quite,” Jill said, “Besides, I might want leverage.”

I stopped laughing.

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Still Waters - Part 2

At first, Laura's kiss was shy and gentle, just like her. She barely brushed her lips against mine, just enough to feel skin on skin, wondering if I would pull away from her. She let one breath's worth of a laugh out as she felt me strain up to meet her, then let herself move in and kiss me for real. I could taste a hint of prosecco on her lips and wondered if she could hear my heart slamming into my chest.

Laura moved a hand along my jawline and turned my head where she wanted it. Her other hand wandered back into my hair. Oh, she could kiss. She made me feel like a luxury she'd been saving up for, capturing every bit of my lips with hers. Bliss flowed through me like warm honey and made me feel languid and excited all at once. Laura was finally kissing me, and all I had to do -- all I could do -- was relax and give myself to her.

She finally pulled back for a moment, looking into my eyes to check in. I nodded my OK and tried not to swoon too much. Laura moved her fingers up to stroke my cheek and trace her thumb along my lips.

"So soft," she murmured, "I knew it. I've wanted to kiss you for so long."

She held my face and moved in to kiss me again, smiling as she saw how eager I was to meet her. I suppose I should have played harder to get, but I couldn't -- almost as soon as our lips met, I opened my mouth to accept her tongue, feeling dizzy with happiness as she explored my mouth and then drew me in to taste hers. Laura's hand moved down to let her fingertips laze along my neck, and then I felt her move down a little further to toy with the first button of my shirt. I couldn't help it -- I arched my back toward her touch, making Laura laugh deep in her throat. She ran her fingers back up along the line where my shirt met skin just to tease me, then slowly slid down to that top button again.

I wanted her to undo it so badly. With no voice and my wrists bound, all I could do was strain towards her again, feeling how tight my breasts were pressed against the thin material. I felt Laura smile as she kissed me, and then felt her nimble fingers undo the button and expose just a little more skin. She slipped her hand inside my shirt to touch the silky material of my bra -- thank every goddess I could think of that I'd worn some of my favorite underwear -- and then seemed to hesitate, torn between opening up another button and sliding over onto my breast. Laura's hand was just beginning to slide over my breast when we heard laughter in the hallway.

Fortunately, Sandie and her friends were anything but stealthy. By the time Sandie threw the door open -- without knocking -- Laura was innocently holding my head up to give me a sip of margarita. But we hardly pulled it off perfectly. There was no way Sandie missed the dishevelment of my shirt, and I knew my face had to be flushed. Laura looked perfectly cool, but she was breathing just a little too hard. I was glad to see I'd had an effect on her too.

I almost felt bad for Sandie. She kept a big smile on her face as she said "What are you two doing in here?" just a little too loudly, but I could see the insecurity in her eyes.

"Just having a little quiet time," Laura responded. Then she gave me another sip of margarita and smoothed a strand of my hair. Sandie definitely noticed that the smoothing meant that something had gotten my hair tangled. The toothy white smile wavered for just a moment.

"You should come back out, Laura," she commanded, "you've been in here forever."

Laura looked at Sandie with perfect calm for one blink. "I'm fine right here. The rules are that Jen has to stay here for an hour, and that three people can visit. There aren't any time constraints on me."

For once, Sandie didn't have a response, even when her acolytes looked to her for a zinger. Laura got up and put her hand on Sandie's shoulder, gently propelling her out of the room.

"Why don't you go back to the party?" Laura suggested, "You'll have more fun. This is the quiet room."

And then she closed the door behind them and turned the lock.

"Besides," Laura said as she turned back to me and a grin spread across her face, "They were too many visitors. We're playing by the rules in here, right?"

I nodded, then couldn't help a little nervous swallow. Laura let out a giggle as she came over and sat back down beside me.

"Sandie means well," she murmured as she smoothed one hand through my hair and send the other one wandering back down to my shirt, "but she's awfully aggressive." Sandie distracted me with tiny kisses along my lips and jaw as she slipped open the next few buttons of my shirt. "I like a more subtle approach, don't you?"

I nodded again as Laura swept me into a deep kiss. I heard my own heart pound as she slid a hand around the back of my head to pull me a little closer. Her other hand played lightly up my stomach and I felt Laura grin against my mouth as my breathing got harder. She traced her fingers upwards to the button she'd hastily redone just before Sandie and her friends burst in and unbuttoned it without ceremony -- just getting us back to where we'd been.

The other buttons, she took her time with. Laura pulled back and looked into my eyes as she undid the next one, then spread my shirt apart as far as she could. She kissed her way down the center of my body as she did away with the last two, then sat back to look at me. I strained toward a little, silently pleading for another kiss, but Laura gave me one of her crooked smiles and touched my cheek.

"No," she said, "I want to be able to look at you when I do this."

She drew her finger down my neck and smiled again at my shiver of anticipation. Then she lazily traced her way down and explored the outer edges of my bra. My nipples tightened as I took a moment to thank whatever impulse had led me to choose my silkiest bra. I arched toward Laura's hand as she moved inward, tantalizingly close to my nipple. She teased me a little more just for the pleasure of seeing me squirm toward her hand, then finally took mercy on me and captured my nipple between her finger and thumb.

It felt so incredible I gave up my view of Laura's beautiful blue eyes as I closed mine and rolled my head back in pleasure. I arched again as I felt electricity sizzle through my nerves. I wanted to open my eyes again to make sure that Laura was really there, that it was all really happening, but the way she was toying with my nipple overrode everything. She teased and swirled her fingers over the fabric of my bra, tweaking and pinching me into distraction.

I finally managed to barely open my eyes and look at Laura through a haze of lust.

"You like that," she grinned. I nodded, all thoughts of preserving my dignity long gone.

"So you'll like this, then."

Laura slipped her hand inside my bra and tweaked me again, and the sudden change in intensity made me slip and let out a tiny whimper of pleasure. Laura pulled her hand away and tried to suppress a smile long enough to put on a mock stern face. She tapped a mock-scolding finger on my lips.

"I told you that if you didn't stay quiet, you'd have to pay a penalty."

Laura took a fraction of a second to check in and make sure I really wanted whatever penalty she might want to dole out, and then in one quick motion she pulled my bra up over my breasts, leaving me exposed to her. I turned away and blushed, but Laura stroked her hand all over my chest and stomach.

"You have nothing to blush about, Jen," she soothed. "You're gorgeous."

And then she leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth. I managed to keep my voice quiet, but couldn't stop the gasp of pleasure. Laura's mouth was incredible, so warm and wet and sweet. I panted and strained at the ties around my wrists as she swirled her tongue around me and sucked until she had me panting and my clit throbbed for release. Laura finally came up again for a kiss and I took her greedily, trying to give her back a fraction of the pleasure she'd been giving me.

I was dimly aware of the party still going on on the other side of the wall, but mostly I felt delirious with pleasure as I took Laura's tongue into my mouth and writhed as she let her hand roam all over my breasts. Laura finally pulled back even as I strained upwards to keep her mouth on mine. She stroked my hair as I looked a question at her.

"It's OK -- nothing's wrong," she murmured, "It's just that this angle is getting a little problematic."

And with that, Laura climbed onto the bed and straddled me. I must have looked as overjoyed as I felt, because Laura laughed as she settled in. And then she pulled her sweater over her head. Her lovely small breasts were perfect and she let me admire her for a minute as she played her hands around her bra, then she finally took it off and dropped it to the floor.

Laura leaned forward and scooched up my body, leaning in and away to tease me with those sweet, perfect little breasts. Her nipples were hard and a deep rose -- incredibly tempting, and I ducked upward to try to capture one as Laura giggled. Finally Laura lowered herself down enough that I could take one into my mouth. Absolutely lovely. I sucked gently and fluttered my tongue all around it. Laura rolled her hips and let out a low moan. Oh, she was lovely. She moved over to let me worship her other breast, rocking her hips again as I swirled my tongue over her, trying to get those hips to jolt.

I would have been happy to lavish attention on her like that forever, but Laura pulled away again. She moved back down my body just a bit, then lowered herself on top of me, easing one of her thighs between mine. I exhaled with giddy pleasure as our breasts touched and Laura kissed me again, rocking into me as she did so.

Our tongues twined together as Laura showed an uncanny expertise at making the seam of my jeans brush up against my clit. My hands clenched and strained helplessly, begging to be released from the ties as I bucked my hips to meet Laura's thrusts and pushed my right knee up to rub against her.

"Yesss," Laura hissed, and rocked against me harder. Our mouths snatched for each other and her nipples dragged against mine. I felt like my whole body was lighting up and my clit was on fire as Laura rubbed against me perfectly... So perfectly...

I felt the heat from my clit coil up and outwards, flowing up my spine and across my breasts as Laura rocked against me just a little faster... just a little harder...

Suddenly I was squirming to pull away from her, begging Laura to stop in a frantic whisper.

"Laura, wait, please wait, please -- I can't --"

Laura stopped and looked at me, then planted kisses across my forehead.

"What's wrong?" She gave a slow, tentative grind with her thigh, making me nearly helpless with pleasure.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "We have to stop -- I'll come."

Laura gave me a slow, lazy grin.

"That's kind of the idea," she said, and then she bent to suck on my neck as she ground into me a little more firmly. 

"They'll hear..."

"Then you'll have to be very controlled, won't you?"

Laura gave me a friendly, wicked smile, and then she was resting her weight on me again, nibbling and sucking my neck as she ground her thigh into me and my hips bucked against her of their own accord. My breath came in short gasps and I bit my lip, desperate to keep quiet as little whimpers and moans started to escape. I turned my head to the side, then tried to bury my face in Laura's shoulder as my body built toward an orgasm that I knew I couldn't stop anymore.

I looked into Laura's eyes. dizzy with arousal, and saw Laura's excitement at how turned on I was and how close she was to her own release.

Finally when she knew I couldn't take anymore, Laura took pity on me and grabbed a spare pillow and put it by my head. I turned my head into the pillow to muffle my cries and twined my legs around hers as my orgasm hit, arching me against her as my whole body bucked. Laura held me as I shouted into the pillow and thrust against her, then dropped her face into my shoulder to stop the noise of her own sighs as she rode me and came hard against my thigh.

After her last thrust, Laura turned my face back to her so she could kiss me while I trembled through the aftershocks, grinning and cooing at every shiver.

When I finally stilled, Laura kissed me long and sweetly, pulling me in for a hug. She finally untied me and let me hold her against me for a moment before she pulled back to massage my wrists.

I looked at the clock: Only a few minutes left.

"I guess we have to go back to the party," I said as I reached down to retrieve my bra.

"I don't think so, Jen."

I looked at Laura and saw her eyes sparkle with humor as she tried her best to put on a stern face.

"But my time's almost up."

"I told you that if you made noise, there would be a penalty. You've made several -- and you're talking right now." Laura couldn't suppress her crooked smile. "You've got a lot of penalties coming to you. Don't you think we should go to my place and sort those out?"

I couldn't think of a thing to say against that plan. 

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