Suddenly wide awake
He woke suddenly, in the type of darkness that only three in the morning can provide. An angry wind was blowing outside the window, and he had an aching erection, the kind of rock-hard cock only a certain type of dream can create.
He was lying on his back, to one side of the bed, and he threw back the sheet to take his cock in his familiar right hand. He closed his eyes, and tried desperately to recall the dream. He knew it had something to do with a redhead, and he knew it was dirty, but that was as far as he could get.
Abandoning the memory regretfully, he engaged his imagination instead, and a steady stream of images, memories, and fantasies raced through his head. A blur of faces, legs and skirts. Schoolboy fumblings in the back of the sheds. An eager but badly executed session at camp. His much more competent and coherent efforts as a young man, before he left home. Lisa, skirt up, panties down, bent over the sofa pleading with him. Imagined duty as a stallion to the girl next door. A vision of breasts, and nipples hard with expectation. The sight of his cock impaling an attentive virgin, the mixture of pain and ecstasy on her face driving him on. A girl whose name he has shamefully forgotten, her dark hair half-hiding her mouth, as it pumps his cock; her eyes looking up at him adoringly as he comes, and she dutifully swallows. Skinny-dipping with the guys, and being unexpectedly discovered by a group of rampantly horny girls. Okay, that one was completely made up, but it was good. Breasts, presented for judging. Three sets. The owner of the winning set, her tongue in his mouth as she thanks him, sitting astride his naked body, and lowering herself on him. Dina, fumbling quietly beside him, demanding satisfaction, spooned, her ass rubbing him wonderfully, and whispering that she's coming, again.
His hand had not been idle while the thoughts raced through his head, and as the imagined Dina bent to allow his entry, he came for real, stroking as he pumped ecstatically over his stomach, long stringy tendrils snaking over his skin. He was surprised at the speed of the orgasm. He must have been very close when he woke up. He wondered again what the dream was about, but couldn't recall.
Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, he started to clean up the mess on his stomach, not really taking any notice of his surroundings.
"Do you think, Michael, that you could manage to involve anyone else?"
"Oh, Alice, I didn't even notice you were there!"
"I can see that. You were out like a light when I got here, and when I squeezed in beside you for some warmth, you didn't even notice."
"How long have you been here?"
"What time is it, Michael?"
"Ah, it's a little after three."
"Oh, just a couple of hours then."
"And I never noticed?"
"Not a thing."
"Umm... were you just..."
"Yes, Mike?"
"...lying there, watching me?"
"I was."
"Oh."
"But..."
"Yes?"
"... lift the rest of the sheet."
Michael took the sheet in his hands, flung it toward the foot of the bed, and looked at what he had uncovered.
Alice lay there, completely naked, her dark hair surrounding her pale, smiling face. She lay on her left side, facing him, her left hand under her head, propping up the pillow. Her small breasts were stacked one on top of the other, nipples betraying excitement, and her stomach smooth and lovely in the dim light. Michael's attention strayed quickly from there though, as he saw some dim movement in the darkness between Alice's legs. While she lay here, cheerfully chatting, her fingers were dancing a jig inside her, flicking and dipping seemingly without control, long slender digits delightfully abusing her skin, pulling feeling and sensation from every touch.
As Michael watched, her effort became more organised, and her face scrunched up in concentration as she drove herself closer to release. She never closed her eyes though, and they stared at him in silence as she stroked herself. He watched her body start to shudder, her muscles quivering from head to toe, and he listened to the graceful moan that escaped her lips as she came in front of him, her orgasm as desperate as his, though somewhat less messy.
He lay still, and continued to watch, as her body calmed down, and her fingers vacated her now tender groin. He smiled then, and reached over to kiss his lover. Their lips together were somehow right, and their bodies moved close together, breasts to chest, thigh to hips, hands and arms encompassing them both.
As always, the kissing was a drawn out affair. They both loved this intimate contact, this most tender joining of two bodies, and neither spoke for some time. Alice eventually whispered, returning to the wisecracks that were the mainstay of their discussions.
"Excuse me Mike, but if you don't mind, I'd rather you didn't prod me with that thing. I thought you dealt with it already."
"I thought I had too, Alice, but you convinced me otherwise."
"Think you could put it somewhere a little more comfortable?"
"Think you could lie on your back?"
"You sure this has anything to do with me? You seemed to be coping fine by yourself earlier."
"Oh, and you didn't, little Miss handjob?"
"I was afraid I'd miss out."
"Well, let me kneel between your legs here, and you won't."
"I'm not sure I want to, now."
"Why is that?"
"Maybe I'd rather watch you again."
"Stack up those pillows, and you can watch while you participate."
"You know I have a thing about missionary."
"If you can't handle it, close your eyes."
"It's not my eyes that I need to close. It's my legs."
"Too late now. You've given me expectations."
"I did not give them to you, Michael."
"No?"
"No. you took them."
"I may have. Well, alright then, let's not bother."
"Oh, now, hold on Mike. No need to be rash."
"Yes or no."
"Yes. But only if you can keep me quiet."
"Quiet?"
"I'm going to scream."
"What the hell are you talking about, Alice?"
"When you make me come."
"Come?"
"Again."
"Oh. You sure you can manage two?"
"Three."
"No, two."
"Three. You missed one. You weren't paying attention."
"Huh? When?"
"You were busy, Mike. Hand like this... Thwack, thwack, thwack."
"You came then?"
"Just a little one. Same time as you."
"My God!"
"Hey, none of that, okay? Anyway, I said yes. You look ready. What's the hold-up?"
"I don't understand you at all you know. Alice. Not at all. How loudly do you plan to scream?"
"Louder than the wind. And you understand this well enough."
Alice manoeuvred her body beneath Mike's, and as they both fell silent again, he positioned himself. In some ways, he loved this bit the most. The anticipation of the feel of her wet, ready body for him, the sliding of his hardness against her, the feeling of total enclosure as he slid deep inside her familiar body.
As he lay there for a moment, his body flat above hers, their lips touching again, Alice started to move a little beneath him, small rocking motions from her pelvis, her sense of rhythm taking over, and he lifted himself from her a little, starting to slide out of her, only to change his motion at the last moment, and impale her again. Their movement together became just predictable enough, and they started to move a little faster, his thrusts countered by her little rocking movements.
From Mike's perspective, this whole scenario was some sort of magic that he could neither understand nor get enough of. His body took over and provided the right amount of pressure. Hers countered exactly as it could. The two of them became a single machine, voiceless and focused, pumping within and around each other, a delicate but workable mix of hard and soft, wet and dry.
Alice was right about her ability to achieve another orgasm. As she undulated effortlessly beneath her partner, she could feel herself getting closer, and she whispered in his ear. "Mike, kiss me baby. Keep your lips on me, or I'll scream, I'm warning you."
He didn't answer her request, but her moved slightly above her, without breaking his stride, and placed his lips on her eager set, and their mouths locked together, tongues entwining, lips caressing.
She could feel it now, very close, as Mike thrust deep inside her yet again. She thrust her tongue desperately inside his mouth, and went rigid, her nerves unwilling to take any more input, as she screamed silently within his lips, and clamped hard around his cock. Her contortions were all he could take, and he came too, a hard, almost painful release, deep inside her, as she held him, trying to stop him from moving.
Slowly the shockwaves receded, and he felt safe enough to remove his mouth from hers, nudging her legs to release him a little as well, and he collapsed, sweating and exhausted, on her, and still in her.
"Oh, Alice, I should have pulled out."
"Period is due tomorrow Mike. Relax. I wouldn't have let you."
"You are the sweetest, sexiest thing on the planet, you know that?"
"Of course I am, sweetheart. Now get off me, you heavy lump."
"Give me a kiss first."
"You already have half my mouth in there."
"Well, let me give some back then."
"I really must go, you know."
"Not yet."
"Have to. One of us had to maintain some semblance of common sense."
"I can never think straight after you rape me."
"Not rape. You seduced me."
"I have my doubts about that. I think you engineered it."
"Well, of course I did. What's that got to do with it? You would never have made the first move."
"No, you're right."
"Listen, about that, you heard they appointed the new Pope last night?"
"Ratzinger, right?"
"Was. Benedict Sixteenth."
"Yeah, I heard."
Alice jumped up from the bed, energised by the orgasms, as always, and started to dress. "It's not so good, is it?"
"For us, you mean?"
"Yeah. Help me with this stupid thing, would you?"
"No, it's not. We have to make some decisions soon, you know."
"I know Mike, but I really wanted this to work out."
"Well this is working out. It's working out just fine. It's the rest of it."
"Yeah. Well, give it some thought. See you in the morning at Mass?"
"Yeah, I'll be there, Sister."
"You'd better be, Father Michael. It's not a Mass without a priest. The veil straight?"
"It's fine. See you then."
"Okay. Get some sleep Mike. Oh, and no winking this time, alright? Christine thought you were after her."
"She did not."
"Sure she did."
"Sister Mary Alice, you are making that up. Give the Parish Priest a kiss, and hightail it back to your bed."
"Alright. Hey, next time, check if I'm here first, will you?"
"Promise."