Despite the best of intentions, the late hour, beer, and previous activities caught up with them.

George had returned from the bathroom, having removed the sundress and her bra, and walked to the bed naked, blushing a little. Oliver, just as naked as George, had turned to see her walking towards him, and they embraced enthusiastically, he complimenting her on having gorgeous breasts, and she making the most of any skin contact.

She made him turn over though, as she said she would, so she could kiss the back of his neck. She turned the lights off, and applied her lips to his skin... and in the midst of that they both drifted off to sleep.

When George's eyes opened, she was in exactly the same position. Sunlight peeked in between the drapes, and she could see a whole lot better. They surely must have moved during the night, but now her breasts were pressed up against Ollie's back, and her arm was draped over his body. The sheet had fallen to about their knees, so there wasn't much hidden.

George noticed a couple of things immediately. Firstly, Ollie was still sound asleep. He wasn't snoring exactly, but his breathing was such that she knew he was out to it. Secondly, his cock was fully erect, jutting out from his pubes as it had the night before, slightly curved upwards, and seeming a little larger in the morning light.

She lay there for a moment, replaying last night's masturbation session in her head, and grinned at her own courage in asking him in the first place. She also remembered the way his hand stroked his cock with such familiarity, and the look in his eyes as he came, spraying her bed carelessly, as she directed him to. She loved that feeling of control, and the safety that came with it.

George's head was full of ideas now. Naughty ideas, most of which she wasn't feeling comfortable to put into action. But then she thought of something she could definitely do, and turned carefully, remembering that she'd left her knickers within reach.

She picked them up from the floor, turned back to Ollie, and wrapped them around his hard cock, carefully arranging them so the white lace wasn't against his hot skin, and started to stroke. Slowly at first, her hand gentle on him, loving the feel, and the mixture of hard and soft. Then a little faster, her hand wrapping harder about him, her knickers slipping between them her hand and his cock.

It wasn't long at all until Ollie started to react. His cock twitched at the soft, silky massage, and his hips started to move back and forth, encouraging her hand.

And he woke, groggy but enthusiastic, and mumbled her name, which pleased George enormously, and grew the feeling of heat between her thighs.

She spoke to him then, whispering, her mouth close to his ear. "Morning, Ollie. Umm... I can stop if you want. I realise I didn't get permission."

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"That's what I thought. Faster?"

"A little. Fuck, that's so nice, George. Great way to wake up."

"Hey, stop moving. Well, keep doing that, but stay where you are."

"I wanted to kiss you."

"Later. Let's do this first."

"Why have we never met before?"

"You weren't ready."

"Oh. Oh, Jesus! George, I'm ready now."

"I can tell. Want to come in my panties?"

"I think I already said you have the best ideas?"

She deepened her voice a little, intentionally, and whispered in his ear: "Come for me?"

There was no more hesitation. Ollie stiffened in front of her, a groan escaped from the back of his throat, and his cock pulsed helplessly in her hand, soaking her knickers. She was surprised how much she liked that, and took a mental note to figure it out later. For now though, she just followed Ollie's lead, stroking more slowly, and releasing the pressure. He continued to grunt in pleasure.

Eventually her hand slowed, and she could feel him softening within her grip, so she did her best to remove the knickers without either making him jump, or dripping anything on either of them.

She dropped the knickers to the floor behind herself, and Ollie turned to face her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her soundly on the lips, his tongue searching for and finding hers, and no further words were said for a while.

Eventually, Ollie's hands started to wander, and he stroked down her back, and pushed away just a little to get access to her breasts. She liked the feel of his hands on them, and the texture of his thumbs across the tips of her hard nipples.

But when Ollie lowered his face, eager to take her nipples in his mouth, she had to stop him.

"Ollie... it's not..."

"It's okay, I didn't mean to invade anywhere."

"No, it's... let me explain?"

"Feel free, but don't feel you need to."

"It's just... look, I had this thing, a while back, with a boy from across town, and... he just... he wasn't what he seemed, and he dragged me in. By the time..."

"You don't need to tell me."

"I do. Unless you don't want to see me again."

"Oh, I do!"

"You do?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Oh, good. Me too. So you need to know."

"Okay, but just whenever you want."

"Now."

"Your call."

"Damn straight!"

"Okay." and he grinned despite himself. "You just go ahead. Bossy."

"Oh, shit, no, not bossy. I just need to."

"I was being silly. Go on, tell me please, if you want to."

She kissed him quickly, and continued talking, their bodies pressed together. "He suckered me. I thought he was something, but he wasn't that at all... but I didn't realise until too late."

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah. Anyway, it's all over, and I got away better than I thought, but I have some scars."

"Oh!"

"Oh, not... not physical scars. Sometimes I wish they were, but no. Inside. Baggage."

"I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault, and I like to think it's my problem. I'm seeing someone."

"What?"

"Oh, no, sorry. Shit, not like that. A therapist."

"Oh."

"And... that's... well, things are improving. Though she's going to have a hernia when I tell her about you."

"Should... Umm... would you be better off if I wasn't around?"

"Oh, no!" She kissed him again. "But thanks for asking. No, Lena-that's the therapist-said I needed to learn to trust again. And..."

"What?"

"Well, I'm not sure how, or why... but I think I can trust you."

"Oh. I hope you can."

"Me, too."

"Kiss me?"

And she did, more thoroughly, and then pushed herself back a little. "Hold on, though. I need to finish. See... I'm not a virgin or anything. I've had a few boyfriends, and I've always been a bit... forward. Like last night, but not with any of the hesitation, right?"

"Okay."

"And that's me. That's what I'm really like."

"Good. I like that."

"I'm pleased to hear it. But just now... I just... he humiliated me, Ollie. Over and over. I can't just put that out of my mind."

"Oh, let me hold you?"

"Thank you. So I can be..." She pecked him on the cheek,"... intimate, but it needs to be on my terms."

"Understood."

"And it might be a while before we... you know..."

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, or until I let you do... some stuff. I don't know. I'm just winging it."

"It's okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, fuckin' really. Woman, I've known you about twelve hours, and come with you twice. You have a lovely body, especially lovely breasts, and I can't even explain how cute your ass is. You have a lovely smile, sexy freckles, and a sense of mischief that I really, really like. Stop worrying."

"You like my ass?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"I might keep you."

"I hope so."

"Okay, thanks for listening. God, that feels much better already."

"Good. So tell me something?"

"What's that?"

"You still horny?"

"Uh huh."

"How do we do this?"

"I'll have to do it."

"You want me to go?"

"No, I want you to squeeze in behind me... and kiss my neck."

"That seems fair."

"Swap sides again though."

This time Ollie climbed over George, kissing her randomly as he went, and she shuffled over a little on the bed, and let him snuggle in behind her.

He started kissing her neck, and she sighed with contentment, and then he suddenly lifted his head, and she turned hers back to see what was happening.

"Um... George?"

"Mmhm?"

"Hands. On ass.Yes?"

"Oh, yes, please."

"Thank fuck."

"Yeah. And Ollie?" He'd snuggled back down behind her. "Don't concern yourself with that mutant thing that's prodding me in the bum. I know what it is, and you don't seem very threatening."

"Hey, wait. Dammit, I'm not sure which piece to take offense to first."

"It's the mutant description, right?"

"Might be."

"It's a compliment."

"Oh, you say that now!"

"Listen, shut up, would you? I'm trying to quietly masturbate here!"

"Noted."

Ollie returned to kissing George's neck and shoulders, his hands sliding down her back and caressing her butt. George didn't speak, but he could feel her body moving. Undulating really, against her fingers as she caressed herself.

Things were quiet and steady for a while, and then George started to groan intermittently, and move a little faster.

Then suddenly she spoke. "Oh, Ollie, please, could you run your fingertips over my back? My spine? Oh, Jesus, yes, just like that... and... yeah, small of my back, how did you... bit faster?" And then a long, drawn out groan that was words, but almost not. "Ooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

George came with a shudder, her body quivered in front of him, her breathing ragged, and her muscles tensing over and over.

Ollie couldn't help but comment. "So you don't have any actual trouble orgasming?"

"Shush."

"It's like a steam train!"

"You shut the fuck up!" They were both laughing now.

"George arriving at platform three, slightly out of breath!"

"Well, it's mostly your fault."

"How?"

"Butt, neck, shoulders, back. Oh, and you kept prodding me with that mutant snake!"

"Oh, sorry about that last one."

"Don't be. It's a good barometer, remember, and I need to know you like what's happening, or I couldn't finish."

"I like it a lot."

"Me too. It's not like that when it's just me."

"Nor me. I don't make such a mess."

"You loved it."

"I could love you."

"You're just saying that because you have a hard-on."

"No way, I'm not ready to do anything with that. Yet."

"Breakfast then, boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?"

"You used the L word."

"You're a lesbian?"

"Kiss me, or get out of my bed."

"But you offered breakfast."

"Kissing first."