The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Fourteen

The drive to Albuquerque was uneventful. We got a late start because one of Tina’s professors changed his mind and held class when he’d originally said he was going to cancel it. We took the Deming to Hatch cut between I-10 and I-25, but since I’d already factored it into our travel time, it didn’t help much. Dinner ended up being fast food in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, and it was mid-evening before we arrived at Sharon’s parents’ place.

It didn’t help that I got mildly lost in the winding subdivision her parents lived in near the base of Sandia Peak. Being purely a residential neighborhood, we couldn’t find any phones either, though I probably would have had to surrender my “guys license” if I’d actually stopped to get better directions. In the end, I made one dumb turn that turned out to be the right turn. Tina spotted some people sitting on their front porch and they turned out to be Sharon and her parents. We had made it.

We piled out of the car and made our introductions. Sharon greeted both Tina and me with hugs, saying she was really glad to meet my girlfriend. Her enthusiasm seemed contagious as both her parents hugged us welcome as well. I stepped back, a little shaken by the strength of her father’s grip. He immediately offered to help with the luggage, while Sharon’s mom asked Tina about the drive.

“You okay?” Sharon asked, pulling me aside. “We were starting to worry.”

“We’re fine,” I said. “Got a late start and a little lost.”

“I’ll drive to Santa Fe tomorrow, then,” Sharon stated. I shrugged. I wouldn’t mind the time out from behind the wheel.

As we walked in the door, Sharon’s dad carried Tina’s bags down the hall while her mom poured us some iced tea.

“All set!” Sharon’s dad announced after having stolen my bag away. “Tina, you’ll be staying with Sharon in the guest room and, Joe, you’re in Sharon’s room, since that’s only a single bed.”

“What?” I asked.

“Tina’s father called this afternoon and asked about the sleeping arrangements,” Sharon’s mom explained. “We thought this would be best.”

“Okay,” I replied, trying to make light of it. When I caught Sharon’s eyes, she tilted her head and shrugged. There was really no way to talk about it in front of her parents, so I just shrugged back.

I’d met Mr. and Mrs. Meyers before briefly and they’d struck me as solid folks who perhaps doted on their only child a bit too much. Nothing in the evening’s conversation contradicted that first impression. They asked about school and gushed in admiration as Tina talked about working over half time on top of her classes, before sharing how pleased they were at Sharon’s hard work the previous semester. Similarly, they enjoyed hearing how Tina and I had met, but somehow the story became how Sharon had gotten us together by pushing me to ask Tina out. I was both bemused and amused when we all called it a night.

Both Sharon’s room and the guest bedroom lay at one end of a hall with the Meyers’ bedroom on the other end. We said our goodnights and headed to our assigned rooms. I started unpacking and Sharon opened the door and poked her head in a moment later.

“I’m sorry, Joe,” she said. “When Tina’s dad called, I was at the store. He talked to my mom for a little bit, saying he wanted to thank them and to know a little about the people who were generously hosting his daughter for a weekend. He apparently charmed my mother because they talked for some time. Somewhere in the conversation, he said he was surprised that we had two guest rooms. Mom said they didn’t and . . . well . . .”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve met Mr. Delgado. I can’t imagine your mom standing up to him.”

“We’ll figure some way for you and Tina to have some time together,” Sharon promised. I nodded, though I didn’t expect much.

* * *

“So why didn’t you object to the sleeping arrangements?” Sherri asked.

“I didn’t think I could.”

“Why not? You and Tina are both adults. You had an established relationship. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to tell Sharon’s parents that, while you respected Mr. Delgado’s wishes, the sleeping arrangements weren’t really his business.”

I sighed.

“It’s not that easy,” I said.

“Why not?” Sherri pushed. I snorted.

“I suppose it was easy for you,” I said. “Making your own sleeping arrangements.”

“It was,” Sherri replied. I stopped and stared at her for a moment.

“My mom had no problem with my lovers spending the night in my bed. As long as we didn’t make too much noise and were discreet around my little brother.”

I just shook my head.

“You must have had a unique adolescence,” I said. “Most parents I know would freak.” Sherri nodded in acknowledgement.

“I’m not saying that you should have objected,” she said after a pause. “I’m asking why you didn’t.”

“You think it’s because I didn’t have the nerve?”

“Did you?”

“Actually, I probably . . . no, I don’t know. It was irrelevant because I sensed pretty quickly that objecting would only cause problems with Sharon’s parents. And we were guests, after all.”

“Nothing wrong with being good guests,” Sherri quipped.

“Well, I’m not sure how good of a guest I was,” I said. “I know you’re not supposed to pry into other people’s things . . .

* * *

I’d gotten undressed and was sitting on the edge of Sharon’s bed. Despite being ready for sleep, I wasn’t tired. Still a little pumped up from the road, I guessed. I should have brought a book, but I hadn’t expected to be sleeping alone. Restless, I wondered if Sharon might have left something in her room that would suit.

She’d stripped the room pretty bare, of course, moving most of her stuff up to her apartment in Boulder. One wall still held certificates and other memorabilia from high school and some stuffed animals held court in a far corner. The bookshelves were empty of actual books, containing only small knick-knacks or other reminders of time past.

One of the nightstand drawers did sit open about an inch. I could see paper through that gap, so I pulled it open. Several computer printed pages stared up at me. Pulling them out, I realized they were from one of the story packets I’d sent Sharon. The pages were slightly crumpled around the edges and the top sheet was in the middle of a story, about halfway through a long sex scene.

Oh.

Definitely reading material, but not stuff I could admit to Sharon that I’d found.

I paged through the stack. There were a handful of stories, and I realized that they were from several of the packets I’d sent her. Apparently she’d extracted the ones she’d liked the most. A couple had small water stains on them, splashed drops long since dried. A page at the bottom was different, though.

Sharon had stuck a page of lined notebook paper into the stack with various comments in her own writing. “Standing, leaning on cab. Sitting on gate, gate down. Bending over gate, back to camera” and a few more. I set the sheet down.

Sharon had actually started planning out shots for our next photo session. The one that was supposed to happen this trip, but wasn’t going to now.

I picked up the sheet again and glanced down the rest of the list. Some of the notes were a little cryptic. What did “sideways” mean? Sharon had crossed a few lines out. A line at the bottom was explicitly clear, though.

“Driver’s seat, holding steering wheel. Picture through side window, smiling at camera. Topless?”

I set the paper down again, shaking a little.

Despite all the no’s and refusals, Sharon was considering posing topless for me. Had considered. That wasn’t going to happen with Tina along. Wasn’t going to happen now that I was with Tina, I corrected myself.

That didn’t matter to my erection. The images of Sharon, topless in the cab of a truck kept running in front of my eyes. I carefully put the paper back in the nightstand and lay back on the bed. I tried to will myself to sleep. No luck. I tried to push the images of Sharon out of my head—all our past photo shoots and all the ones I’d wanted to do. No luck either.

In the end, I gave in. I slowly masturbated to an explosive climax, biting my lip to avoid making any noise. That seemed to do the trick. I was tired enough afterwards to fall asleep.

* * *

“Didn’t you say you earlier that you felt guilty masturbating to fantasies about Sharon?” Sherri asked. I shrugged sheepishly.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “The guilt faded over time.”

“Over time? So you masturbated to Sharon’s pictures several more times than you’ve told me about?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. I didn’t look at Sherri as I felt my face flush.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Sherri said. “I told you that in the first place.”

“Well, it didn’t feel right,” I said defensively. “I mean, Sharon had always said how much she valued my friendship and how she saw me only as a friend. She wouldn’t have liked it.”

“But you never asked.”

“No. I was always too scared.”

“Scared of what?”

I studied my fingernails, not answering. Sherri let the pause lengthen.

“Scared of what?” she prompted again.

“Don’t push me,” I warned. Sherri paused.

“I’m sorry, Joe,” she finally said. “Sometimes I have to push, or men won’t say what they really need to say.”

“Well, I don’t like it,” I snapped. Sherri didn’t say anything, just kept looking at me. I slowly calmed down and closed my eyes.

“I’m sorry for my outburst,” I said.

“That’s okay,” Sherri said, reaching over and taking my hand. “Tell me more about Albuquerque.”

* * *

The next morning, I beat the women to the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. Meyers were already up, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. Mrs. Meyers offered to fix me an egg and I politely declined.

“I should wait for Sharon and Tina,” I said.

“Oh, they might be a while,” Mrs. Meyers said. “I poked my head in a little earlier and they were both dead to the world.” I raised my eyebrows and checked the clock.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Mrs. Meyers said, “you’ll still have plenty of time in Santa Fe. It’s only an hour’s drive.” I already knew that, but just smiled at Mrs. Meyers and nodded my head.

Having little else to do, I borrowed some of the sections of the paper from Mr. Meyers. I finished it and was halfway through a People magazine when we heard a shower running in the distance. A few minutes later, Sharon wandered in wearing sweats and with her hair a mess.

“Hey,” she said as she went to get herself some coffee.

“Hey yourself,” I replied.

“Did you sleep well, honey?” Mrs. Meyers asked. Sharon nodded.

“Tina and I stayed up a long time talking,” she explained. “I really like her, Joe!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I said. Sharon smiled and sipped her coffee.

“So when do you think you’ll get going?” Mrs. Meyers asked Sharon. “Do you have time for breakfast?”

“We’ll get going after Tina and I have both showered,” Sharon said, tilting her head toward the hall where we could hear water running. “I imagine we can eat first.” She settled into a chair near me, still nursing her coffee.

“So what did you two talk about?” I asked. Her eyes flicked to where her mother was bustling about, getting eggs and bacon and toast going.

“This and that,” Sharon replied. She didn’t say anything more and I didn’t press. After a while, she stood up and announced she was headed back to get her own shower.

Tina appeared about fifteen minutes, looking radiant and beautiful. She was dressed, her hair tied back, and smiling. Almost chipper, really.

“Good morning!” she said as she entered the kitchen.

“Ready for some breakfast?” Mrs. Meyers asked. Tina nodded and contemplated the food that Mrs. Meyers placed on the table before she could even sit down.

“Sharon said you guys stayed up late talking,” I commented.

“Oh, we did! She’s so much fun! We had a great time!”

“I’m sorry I missed it.”

Tina grinned. “I’m sure you are. But I’m kind of glad you weren’t there. It felt more like a slumber party that way.”

I glanced over at Mrs. Meyers, filling a plate of food for me. I decided not to comment on slumber parties. I was sure my prurient thoughts would be a little more than Mrs. Meyers could take.

We ate breakfast mostly in silence, as our mouths were continually full. Sharon joined us about halfway through and was still eating when Tina and I finished. We excused ourselves to pack up a little and walked back down the hall together. Tina followed me into Sharon’s old room and closed the door behind her.

“You should have told me about the pictures, Joe.”

“What?” Where was this coming from?

“You should have told me that Sharon was the one that posed for you.”

“Uh, well, that was before you and I got together,” I said. I was starting to sweat. “Sharon made it clear that nothing else was going to happen between us.”

“I know. She said that she’d done it for fun. She also said there was no way she would do anything that might threaten your relationship with me.”

I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“But still, I should have heard it from you and not her.”

“I’m, I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I figured that since it was history, I didn’t need to bring it up. I’m sorry.”

“Well, it’s okay. I don’t actually mind that you did it. I just would have liked to know before I met her.”

“I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“I believe you,” Tina said. Then her cheeks brightened in a small smile. “Though it does sound like it was fun, at least from Sharon’s description. Maybe you’ll have to use a different model sometime.”

“We could do that,” I said.

“We could,” Tina replied. Now she was definitely grinning, teasing.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth,” she announced next and moved forward for a hug and a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom.

I sunk back onto the bed, letting out a deep breath. I was shaking a little and my heart was pounding. I felt like I’d stepped on a landmine, but it hadn’t gone boom. Sharon knew too many of my secrets and I hadn’t told her what she could and couldn’t tell other people. I suspected she’d be discreet in general, but it was too easy to imagine her believing Tina already knew things she didn’t. Thank god I’d at least mentioned taking photos before. And thank god there were no other skeletons I needed to worry about.

In fact, this was probably good, I mused. If Sharon had talked about the picture taking, she’d obviously felt very comfortable with Tina. I wondered how x-rated their conversation the night before had gotten. That could be interesting to find out.

We still had to get going today, though. I pulled myself up and got ready to go.

Of course, the nervousness returned as we assembled in the kitchen. Both of the girls just smiled at me but didn’t say anything as we headed out to the garage.

Was Tina really okay with the pictures? Or was she just waiting to dump me?

“Here’s the truck,” Sharon said when we walked into the garage. “I borrowed it from my uncle while he works on my Karmann Ghia.”

It was a beaut. Big, lots of chrome, extended cab, bed liner. Sparkling clean too. I walked around and admired it.

“I can see why you thought it would work well for pictures,” Tina said to Sharon as she walked around and looked at the bed.

“Yeah. It would work well, wouldn’t it?” Sharon replied.

We got in, Tina in the middle and Sharon at the wheel, and headed off to Santa Fe.

“So,” I began once we’d hit I-25, trying to keep my nerves steady, “it sounds like you two had quite the conversation last night.” Sharon and Tina looked at each other and grinned.

“We did,” Sharon said, nodding.

“So what did you talk about?” I asked.

“All sorts of things,” Tina said.

“You,” Sharon added.

“Me? What did you say?”

“That’s for us to know,” Sharon replied, “and you not to find out.”

“Hey!”

“Nothing bad,” Tina reassured me. “In fact, Sharon was quite complimentary.” I looked at Sharon, who grinned and nodded.

“I’ve got your back, Joe,” she said.

“Well, it sounds like you told her a lot, if you mentioned the photo sessions.”

“You should have told her that yourself,” Sharon said. I glanced at Tina, who shot me a short glare and nodded. “Tina knew you and I were close and that we often talked about sex and somehow in that conversation, they came up.”

“You were saying how comfortable you felt with Joe,” Tina said. “How safe.”

“Yeah. That was it. I was saying I wouldn’t feel safe posing for anyone else. That’s part of what makes you such a good friend.”

I let out a deep breath. “So I’m safe.”

“You are,” Tina said. “You’re patient and kind and you respect a woman’s boundaries. That’s part of why we’re together.”

“You’re a lucky man,” Sharon added.

“That, I know.” I smiled at Tina who smiled back.

“Don’t worry,” Sharon teased. “You won’t be upset about anything else we discussed.”

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me what you talked about, I’ll just have to trust you.”

“Yep,” Sharon replied.

“Well, is there anything you didn’t talk about?” I asked.

“We didn’t talk about your study habits,” Tina said. She was clearly teasing me as well.

“That’s right,” Sharon said. “So how good are his study habits? Are they as bad as his handwriting?”

The two didn’t let up for the rest of the trip to Santa Fe, tag-team teasing me about everything they could. When I objected, it became fodder for more, so I eventually learned to shut up. That, of course, led to the teasing dying down and us talking about more normal topics.

Once we arrived in Santa Fe, we wandered the art galleries and the tourist traps around the plaza. Sharon showed us the church with the curving wooden stairwell and discussed the legend behind it. We also poked our heads into one of the art museums and enjoyed the sculptures peaking over the wall of another.

In one gallery, Sharon lingered as we looked at the paintings. They looked like watercolors, though some were limited edition posters. Most were of women or kids, with warm glows and flowy summery fabrics. A few were nudes. I checked the name. Steve Hanks. I didn’t know the artist, but I suspected I’d be able to find his work in the poster shops. Tina completed her circuit of the shop about the same time as I did, so we converged on Sharon, who was staring at one in particular. It was of a nude woman under a shower, profiling her back and ass as the water cascaded down.

“I really like this one,” Sharon said, not breaking her eyes away.

“What about it?” I asked.

“The color. Her pose. I just really like it.”

“It is nice,” Tina said.

“It also reminds me of some of my past experiences,” Sharon said, grinning. Tina and I both chuckled.

“I’ll bet,” I said. “Too bad you can’t afford it.” Sharon broke her eyes away and looked at the price.

“Maybe I can get a regular print,” she said.

“Maybe,” I said, “but probably not here.”

We wandered out of the gallery into a largely deserted street.

“So what past experiences did it remind you of?” Tina asked.

“Oh, the times Allen and I took advantage of the dorm showers late at night.”

“The dorm showers??” Tina said, choking back surprised laughter.

“Mmm hmmm. We’d change into robes in Allen’s room, and then slip in to the restroom when no one was around. He’d hang his robe over mine and if we were quiet, no one would know the difference.” Sharon was grinning as she spoke.

“I can’t imagine being quiet,” Tina said, still chuckling and shaking her head.

“Oh, it wasn’t easy,” Sharon said. “But it was worth it.”

“I’ll bet,” Tina said. “Joe and I—” She broke off, looking at me.

“You can tell her,” I said.

“We’re not the right height,” Tina said. Sharon nodded.

“I can see that. My high school boyfriend Trevor and I weren’t the right height either, but we managed.”

“How?” Tina asked.

“Well, let’s just say that the floor of the tub wasn’t so good on his knees. Mine either, come to think of it, but I didn’t mind as much because I could shift my weight to my hands. We only did it a couple of times before deciding we’d just use the floor of the bathroom.”

“Why were you using the bathroom at all?” I asked.

“Well, if anyone came home early, I could dash to my bedroom while Trevor got dressed. We didn’t have to worry about scooping up our clothes or getting walked in on.”

“I think I definitely prefer college, where that’s just not going to happen,” I said. Tina gave a firm nod and reached over for my hand. The three of us slowly meandered back to the truck.

“There’s this great Mexican dive just outside of town,” Sharon said as we got in the cab. “We can get burritos to go and head out to this place I know outside of town where we can watch the sunset.”

I looked at Tina, who casually shrugged.

“Why not?” I said.

We found the restaurant with little difficulty and were soon parked on a small bluff on the back side of one of the mountains surrounding Santa Fe. Sharon turned the truck around so it pointed east and got out some blankets, which she threw in the bed of the truck.

“You come prepared,” I noted. Sharon nodded.

“Trevor had a truck and we used to come here. I found that you really want a blanket.”

“So you came to watch the sunsets?” Tina asked as we clambered over the sides into the bed and spread one of the blankets out.

“And other things,” Sharon answered.

“You don’t talk much about Trevor,” I said. Sharon shrugged.

“I had just turned fifteen. He was a senior and he paid me a lot of attention. We had a lot of sex, but didn’t do much more. When he left for college, we broke up.”

“Because of the distance?” Tina asked. Sharon frowned.

“That was the excuse,” she said. “In hindsight, I don’t think he was really in love with me. I don’t think I loved him either.”

“So why did you go out with him?” Tina asked.

“It was pretty flattering to have a senior boy interested in me,” Sharon answered. “He kept calling me beautiful. I liked it. He was also very good in bed, which I liked too.”

“I can see that,” Tina said, nodding. We were now all sitting side by side, watching the sun move slowly lower. Tina reached over and took my hand.

We fell silent, eating our burritos, as the colors began to dance among the clouds. Orange bursts gave way to scarlet red under the fading light. A slight breeze kicked up, but not enough to more than tussle our hair. Sharon reached over and unfolded one of the blankets, putting it on top of us.

“Trevor and I used to make a friendly bet on what time the last of sunlight would disappear,” Sharon commented. “He usually won. It wasn’t until after he’d left that I discovered that the times were printed in the newspaper.”

Tina and I chuckled.

“So what were the stakes?” I asked.

“Oral sex,” Sharon replied. “I ended up giving a lot of blowjobs that summer.”

Tina giggled, a little nervously.

“Hey, I like giving blowjobs,” Sharon said, a little indignant. Tina turned and looked at her.

“What do you like about them?” she asked.

“I like the sense of power,” Sharon answered. “The sense that I’m giving my partner so much pleasure. I like the way his cock feels between my lips and under my tongue. I like the way it twitches and pulses. And I really like it when he comes.”

“You don’t mind the taste?” Tina asked.

“It’s not great, I’ll give you that. But it’s not that bad. Besides, I swallow pretty quickly so it’s mostly the aftertaste.”

“I’m sure your boyfriends love that,” I said.

“Allen and Trevor both did,” Sharon said. “Don’t you?” She glanced back and forth between Tina and me. I shrugged. Tina struggled for a moment.

“Well, uh, I’m—”

“I have a hard time coming that way,” I said. “We don’t do it a lot.”

“Oh.” Sharon leaned back against the cab, looking off into space. She gave a small shake of her head, and sat forward without saying anything. I started to shift in my seat since my butt was getting sore.

“I’m surprised you were able to do anything in this truck,” I said. “Even with the blanket, it’s pretty hard.”

“Well, if things don’t last very long, it’s not that bad,” Sharon said. Tina and I exchanged grins.

“That means it wouldn’t work for us!” Tina declared. Sharon burst out laughing.

“Well, if you guys are uncomfortable, we can go back to my parents’ house.”

That sounded like a good idea, so we put the blankets back in the cab and headed back into Santa Fe and then down to Albuquerque. We chatted about school stories, though I mostly listened as the two women told each other about their lives. They spent some time comparing growing up in Arizona and New Mexico and didn’t find all that many differences. In many ways, suburbia was suburbia.

Sharon suggested an ice cream stop along the way, which sounded good, so we actually got back to the Meyers’ fairly late. We settled onto the couch and continued to talk about high school experiences. Eventually we hit a pause and Sharon checked the clock.

“It should be late enough now for my parents to be asleep,” she said.

“Which means . . .?” I asked. Sharon grinned.

“Oh, I thought I’d turn in myself. Let you two spend some quality time together,” Sharon leered. I glanced at Tina and raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s go to your room,” she said. I bounded to my feet and extended a hand, helping Tina to her own. Sharon chuckled and the three of us made our way down the hall. As Sharon entered the guest bedroom, she turned and smiled at us.

“Have fun,” she said. Tina blushed, but didn’t hesitate when I pushed open the door to Sharon’s old bedroom.

Inside, Tina was in my arms almost as soon as the door closed.

“All that talk about sex really got me worked up,” she whispered when we momentarily broke away from our kisses.

“Me too,” I murmured back.

Somehow in all the kisses, we managed to tumble back onto the bed. We paused long enough to get all our clothes off, before I pushed Tina back and started kissing my way down her torso. She reached down and put her hand on my shoulder.

“I can’t wait,” she said. “Get a condom.”

I went madly fumbling through my bag. I’d shifted the condoms while getting dressed, since I’d given up hope of needing them. I ended up having to turn on the bedside lamp, and then one of the foil-wrapped packages winked at me from behind a wadded-up shirt. I grabbed it, tore it open, and turned around. Tina was stroking the inside of her thighs.

“I guess you want me on top,” I said with a grin.

“To start with,” she replied, smiling.

The condom in place, I nestled between her spread legs. Tina reached down and placed my tip against her opening. I could feel her heat before I even entered her. She was even hotter when I was inside.

Tina mewled as I began to thrust. I kissed her, our tongues dancing. Meanwhile I speeded up as she continued to gasp and moan. It didn’t take long for her to let out a long gasp and start to shake. She clamped down on my cock as she came, so I stopped moving and let her ride the waves out.

“That was fast,” I teased once Tina had regained her composure. She grinned.

“I told you I’d gotten worked up!” Tina exclaimed. We chuckled softly together.

“You on top now?” I asked. Tina nodded and so I pulled out. We shifted around and soon she lowered herself back onto my cock.

Once again, Tina began moaning and gasping immediately. I held my hands up and she clenched them, using them to balance herself as she began to move faster. She tossed her head, her hair flying, as she let out a long moan. I just enjoyed the pleasure racing through my body from my cock.

There was a light knock at the door and then it opened. Tina and I froze. Sharon poked her head in.

“You guys need to be quieter,” she said in a stage whisper. “My parents will hear you.”

Then Sharon froze, staring at us.

I glanced at Tina astride me. The light from the bedside lamp shone on her breasts, illuminating all of the rounded curves while creating deep shadows in her cleavage. While our joining also hid in the shadows, the rest of our bodies were fully visible to Sharon. Her eyes flicked side to side rapidly taking the sight in.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling her head back and starting to close the door.

“It’s okay,” I called after her. The door stopped moving, pausing ajar. Two heartbeats later, Sharon pulled it all the way shut.

Tina turned back to me.

“Should we stop?” she asked. I paused. I was still hard inside her. Harder than before, actually. I shook my head.

“As long as we’re quiet, we should be okay.”

Tina nodded and then bit her lip before resuming to lift and lower herself on my cock. I pulled her forward so I could kiss her while thrusting up into her. We soon found our rhythm, pushing against each other, while our mouths muffled each others’ sounds. Tina started pushing harder, getting erratic and more forceful. I began slamming back. A few minutes later she let out a low moan and shuddered. It was enough to push me over the edge and I exploded.

Both panting, Tina slowly slid off of me and onto one side. I cleaned up the condom and then lay back. Tina cuddled into my side. We slowly caught our breath.

“Did it bother you that she saw us naked?” Tina asked after a bit.

“No, not really. I’ve seen her in lingerie, after all. You?”

Tina thought for a moment.

“No, not really. At least the not the naked part. I’m a little embarrassed about her seeing us in the middle of sex.”

“She’s the one who should be embarrassed,” I pointed out. “She knew what we were doing and she still opened the door before she got a reply to her knock.”

“True.”

“Besides,” I said, “she didn’t see much. And even if she had, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

“I don’t know about that,” Tina said.

“Well, it doesn’t bother me.”

Tina fell silent. She felt a little stiff in my arms. I pulled her close and started rubbing her back. After a while she pulled back and looked up at me.

“So what time do we leave tomorrow?” she asked.

“After lunch, I think. Sharon will need to get on the road back to Boulder and that’s an eight-hour drive. I told Allen we’d be in Las Cruces around dinner.”

“I’m looking forward to that,” Tina said. “Sharon’s talked so much about him.”

I grimaced.

“I’m not surprised,” I said. “Allen’s a great guy. Not as great as Sharon makes him out to be, but he’s still a great guy.”

“Mmmm.”

We cuddled for a while longer and then I looked at the clock.

“You should probably go back to your room so you can get some sleep,” I said.

“Awww, I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to either,” I said. “But if we’re not careful, we’ll fall asleep and we don’t want the Meyers to find us this way in the morning.”

“You’re right,” Tina conceded, resigned. She got out of bed and gathered her clothes. Instead of getting fully dressed, she just pulled on her shirt and pants and wadded up the rest into a tight ball, which she clutched against her chest. She opened the door, checked that the coast was clear, and blew me a kiss before disappearing from the room.

I sighed and straightened the bed out and got under the covers. I was reaching for the light when the door flew open. Tina quickly shut it behind her. She turned and looked at me, her face aghast for a moment. Then she started to laugh, immediately covering her mouth with her hand so she wouldn’t be too loud. I sat up and she came forward into my arms. Between giggles, she managed to speak.

“I just walked in on Sharon!”

“Walked in on . . . oh!” Sharon had been as turned on as us! Tina nodded, her eyes still wide with laughter, though she was doing a good job of stifling her giggles. I started chuckling.

“She wasn’t under the covers or anything,” Tina said.

“I guess that makes us even,” I said, “at least with respect to walking in on each other.” Tina nodded and slowly caught her breath and calmed down.

“I think I should wait here until she’s done,” Tina said.

“Well, how long do you think that’ll be?”

Tina shrugged.

“Okay,” I said. “We’ll give her a little while.”

“Good.”

I lay back down on the bed and Tina cuddled next to me. It was silly for me to be under the covers and her outside of them, so she got up and slid between the sheets next to me. We just held each other a while, before gently falling asleep.

--Fin--

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