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A Rose By Any Other Name - Part 5 By Jeremy Spencer
   Unfortunately Heather and I weren't able to get together any more before
Christmas break.  I had made plans months before to visit my parents, who
had moved from Nebraska to Illinois and since Heather was spending the
holidays with her family in South Dakota there would be no opportunity to
spend time together.
   My family has always been close although in recent years, most
noticeably since I started college, our time together has been limited. 
After the long drive across Iowa on Interstate 80, I was thrilled to be
able to relax in the comfort of their home.  It's true that it wasn't the
same as going home to "my" bedroom, but they had taken my old bed with them
when they moved, so it was close enough.
   Our family Christmas was much the same as it had been growing up, except
the charade of putting out cookies and milk for Santa Claus was no longer a
necessity, now that my sister and I no longer wore footed flannel pajamas.
Truth be told, I kind of missed the naive innocence of the whole event,
even if what I really missed was the year I was deemed old enough to "play"
Santa Claus and drink the milk and eat half the cookie.
   "How's life treating you?" my sister Natalie asked me one evening. 
Christmas had come and gone and the two of us were sitting around the
basement, watching one of the new DVDs she had received as presents, while
our parents were out with friends.
   "Good," I said.  "How about you?  You have a new boyfriend yet?"
   "As if!" she laughed.  I thought she sounded a bit nervous and raised an
eyebrow in question.  "What?" she asked.
   "Nothing," I replied quickly.  "You sounded a little weird there."
   "Oh, you know how it is," she sighed.  "Members of the opposite sex just
don't understand the two of us." One of the long-standing jokes the two of
us had shared had been born out of a shared failure in dating.  Neither of
us could ever understand why it seemed impossible for us to hold down long
romantic relationships and had joked that the two of us were simply
incompatible...  with everyone.
   "Actually that's not quite the truth anymore," I said, surprised to feel
embarrassed to admit it.  I realized that I hated the feeling of leaving my
sister on her own.
   "Dan, what do you mean?" Natalie asked, wide-eyed with amazement. 
"Don't tell me you found a girl!"
   "Yeah," I admitted.  "Sorry I didn't tell you before.  I wasn't sure how
you'd react."
   "What are you talking about?" she practically shouted, bouncing up and
down on the couch.  "I think that's great!"
   "Seriously?" I asked.  "I thought you'd be upset."
   "Upset?  Why would I be upset?"
   "I don't know.  Because we'd always joked about how the two of us were
fated to end up alone."
   "I didn't like the idea though!"
   "Me either."
   "That's so cool," Natalie enthused once more.  "Can I tell you a
secret?" she finally asked, grinning at me out of the corner of her mouth.
   "Sure.  What is it?"
   "I found someone too."
   "Really?  Why did you just say you hadn't?" I asked, grinning
idiotically at our shared nervousness.
   "Um...  I thought you'd be upset."
   "Why?"
   "Same reason as you.  Because we'd always joked about the whole thing."
   "Do I know this person?" I asked.
   "Um...  I'm not sure," Natalie answered.  "Maybe?  I'm not sure which of
my friends you would have seen when you were home from college.  Do you
know Chris?"
   "I think so, the name sounds familiar, but I don't know," I shrugged. 
"But I think it's cool when friends decide they love each other."
   "I'm sure you'd remember," she said.  "Tall, brown hair, really
athletic, plays basketball..."
   "Maybe," I shrugged.  "Sounds familiar, but I can't really put a face to
the name."
   "That's okay," Natalie answered.  "I'm sure the two of you will meet at
some point."
   "Come here," I said, pulling my sister in for a tight hug.  "I'm happy
for you," I said.  "I really am."
   "Me too."
   *****
   Most of my time at home was spent watching college football games on the
television.  Since my parents had moved here after I had graduated high
shcool, I really didn't know anyone, and although I had met a few of
Natalie's friends on those rare occasions when I'd visited, I wasn't
acquainted to them enough to really call them friends.
   So, while the rest of the family went out to celebrate New Year's Eve, I
decided I'd rather sit and watch the ball drop at home.  It would just be
me, Dick Clark, and however many hundreds of thousand people in Times
Square.
   "Are you sure?" my mother asked when I told her of my plans.
   "Yeah," I said.  "I don't really know any of your friends here in
Illinois, and Natalie's going to her party, so I'll just hang out here."
   "But you'll be bored!" my mom exclaimed.
   "I won't be," I promised.  "I kind of like hanging out.  Remember all
those 4th of July celebrations, where I hung out at home?"
   "Yes."
   "Well, I liked that.  Don't worry about me.  If I do get bored I'm sure
I can find something to keep me occupied."
   "I just hate the thought of you being all alone," my mom replied.
   "Nah, don't worry about that.  Besides," I chuckled.  "Consider me a
spy. I'll watch out and make sure Natalie and her boyfriend don't get into
trouble," I joked.
   "Natalie has a boyfriend?" my mom asked, her eyes showing complete
surprise.
   "Oh...  I thought...  what?" I asked.  Maybe I had misunderstood
Natalie, although I didn't think that was the case.  But maybe she'd meant
that she had found someone she liked, not that that someone liked her back.
I was pretty sure I was right, but now I was confused about it.  "Doesn't
she?"
   "Well, she certainly hasn't mentioned anyone," my mom said, shaking her
head.  "But don't worry, I'll have a talk with her."
   "Mom!"
   "Daniel, I won't say anything about you," she laughed.  "I've been a
mother for a long time, you know.  I can be sneaky if I want to."
   "Just as long as this doesn't come back to bite me," I said.  "Maybe it
was a secret."
   "Maybe," my mom agreed.  "Well, I still don't like leaving you here..."
   "Mom!  It's fine.  I'm twenty-four years old, okay?"
   "...  but it seems I have no choice.  So, have a good night, okay?  And
promise that you'll go out and have a good time if you feel like it."
   "Okay!"
   "Promise?"
   "I promise.  Love you," I said as she leaned to kiss me on the cheek. 
When my parents had finally left I took the chance to give Heather a call.
She seemed pleased to talk to me, but her parents were throwing a party and
she was busy, so the call was short.
   "I love you," I said as we said our goodbyes.  There was a pause and I
wondered if I'd overstepped some boundary.  It was the first time either of
us had spoken the words.
   "I love you too," she answered after the silence had become almost
unbearable.
   "So I'll see you when I get back, right?" I asked.
   "Duh!" she laughed.
   We made kissing noises at each other through he phone and hung up.
   It didn't take long before I realized my mother had been right. 
Watching the festivities on the television really wasn't the same as being
out in a crowd of people, and I decided to see what kind of community
parties might be going on.
   I took a quick shower and got ready to go out.  My parents had made it
clear that they'd be gone until late, so I left Natalie a note telling her
that I would probably not be back until one or two in the morning and took
off.
   As it turned out there wasn't much going on, and to my surprise I found
myself back home, watching Dick Clark, just as I'd planned.  I decided to
take advantage of the time zone difference and watch the big ball drop in
New York an hour earlier than in Illinois, and after that headed to bed at
just after eleven o'clock.
   I was still awake forty minutes or so later when I heard the front door
quietly open and close.  I heard two soft voices and assuming my parents
had come home early, began walking down the stairs to see how their evening
had gone.
   I had made it to the foot of the stairs when I realized that one of the
voices belonged to my sister and the other was one I didn't recognize. 
Curious, I tiptoed around the corner and peeked into the living room and
blushed in embarrassment.
   There on the couch was my sister, wearing a slinky black dress I'd never
seen before.  I say wearing, but in reality the shoulder straps were down
and the top of the dress pulled around her waist, baring her breasts to my
view.  Her date - I assumed this was Chris - seemed to be very attentive to
my sister's tits and judging my the passionate sounds my sister was making
the attention was appreciated.
   It took a moment before I realized the attractive legs poking out from
under the pale blue skirt belonged not to my sister, but to her date... 
another girl!  Was this Chris?  Or was it Christine?  Was my sister a
lesbian?  Had my mom known this, and was that why she was surprised when I
mentioned that Natalie had a boyfriend and not a girlfriend?
   My mind was fuzzy with questions as I quickly backed away from the
living room and moved as quietly as I could back to the room I was using. I
sat on the bed, unsure as to what I should do, before deciding to do
nothing.
   If this was something my sister was trying to keep quiet, why should I
be the one to upset her plans?  I tried to sleep but found myself unable to
get past the image of my sister and another girl making out.  It was
undoubtedly my imagination, but I thought I could hear the sounds of the
two girls moaning downstairs and I stayed awake long into the night.
   But had it really been two girls?  Couldn't I have been mistaken about
that?  I know how limbs become tangled when two people are wrapped together
making out.  What if Natalie had been wearing a black top and a blue skirt?
At one point, more to convince myself I'd been wrong I tiptoed back down
the stairs.  I didn't stay long, but a quick glance at the four naked
breasts and my sister's face buried in the other girl's pussy was more than
enough to tell me I'd been right.
   As I crept back to my room I happened to look into Natalie's room and
saw her high school annual lying on her desk.  Careful to notice exactly
how it was sitting I picked it up and flipped through it until I came to
the sports section.  I peered at the picture of the basketball team, but
there wasn't anyone named Chris.
   My heart pounding in my chest I turned to the women's team pages.  It
didn't take very long before I saw someone I recognized.  Her hair was
longer than in the picture, but I had no doubt it was her.
   Christina Simon was her name.  She was a forward on the basketball team.
She was my sister's lover.
   *****
   When I finally made it back to Omaha after Christmas break, I was still
unsure about what, if anything, I was going to do about my sister.  I had
tried to act normal around her the rest of my stay, and I don't think she
noticed, but there had never been any real opportunity to have a private
discussion.
   I tried to put it out of my mind.  I was really none of my business, I
knew that, and I had no intentions of betraying her secret.  Besides, it
had been nearly three weeks since I had seen Heather and I was anxious to
see her.  Based on the numerous phone calls we had shared during the break
I didn't doubt that she was as excited to see me as I was to see her, but
for some reason I was still jittery.
   I arrived back to my apartment late on a Monday night and spent most of
the next day unpacking and straightening up after myself.  When I realized
what day it was I decided to take a break and put on my coat.  Time to head
to Pablo's of course.  What else are Tuesday evenings for?
   "Hey good looking." I had managed to walk into Pablo's undetected and
had snuck up on Heather as she stood at the bar.  Because of the holidays
the room was nearly empty and as I stepped behind her I ran the palm of my
hand over the smooth curve of her ass.
   "What?" Heather said, whipping around and nearly clubbing me with the
tall glass she was holding.
   "Hi," I grinned sheepishly as Heather's look of surprise turned to one
of elation.  She set her glass back on the bar and nearly threw herself at
me.  Her arms flew around my neck as we pulled in close for a searing kiss.
Her fingers played with my hair as our tongues jousted against each other.
Through the thin material of Heather's black skirt I could feel the heat
emanating from her pussy as our crotches ground together.
   "Kind of slow?" I teased, as we finally pulled apart.
   "It had been," she laughed, reaching up to straighten a stray strand of
curly hair.
   "What time to you get off?" I asked.
   "Not soon enough," she answered.  It took a moment of my laughing for
Heather to understand what she had said.  When she realized the humor she
immediately put on a severe face.
   "What?" I laughed.
   "You're mocking me," she huffed.
   "I am not."
   "Then prove it," she said, her face beginning to crack into the smile I
loved to look at.
   I leaned my head down so my lips just brushed her earlobe and whispered
softly.
   "As soon as you're done working, I'd be more than happy to help you get
off," I said.  Heather looked at me, her eyes wide as she realized what I
was saying.  The two of us had not talked about upping the physical part of
our relationship, but judging from our ease with each other - not to
mention how close we had come during our last dinner date before Christmas
- it seemed obvious our thinking was very much in agreement.
   "You've got a deal," she said with a grin.  We stared into each other's
eyes for a moment before the jingling of the bell on the front door
announced the entry of another bar patron.
   "You have a job, missy," I said, finally turning away from Heather's
smoldering gaze.
   "I do, don't I?" she sighed.  "Wait right here," she said.  "I'm done in
an hour."
   "Mmm...  and then it's time for you to get off for real," I teased.
   "I'm going to hold you to that, buster," she laughed.
   "I hope so," I said quietly.  "I hope so."
   The next hour was one of the longest of my life, made more so by the
always hovering presence of Michelle.  Each time Heather would pass by she
would shoot her coworker a dirty look, but Michelle seemed oblivious as
always.
   "What is it with her?" Heather hissed as she walked near my barstool.
   "She keeps hitting on me," I admittedly nervously.  "Keeps telling me
that I should be with a real woman."
   "What!?!"
   "Don't worry," I said.  "I told her there was only one of those in the
bar tonight and she was going home with me."
   "Damn right she is," Heather laughed.
   *****
   Eventually, Heather's shift was up and the two of us walked out into the
cold January air.
   "Are you okay?" I asked as I noticed Heather grimacing as she put on her
stocking cap.  "You're walking a little funny.  Did you hurt yourself?"
   "I don't know," she groaned.  "I pulled something the other night at
home and I haven't felt good since then."
   "But you were still at the bar tonight?"
   "Yeah, but they need me there," Heather answered.
   "You work too hard," I told her.  "Why don't you just take a few nights
off?  I'm sure there will be plenty of people just dying to buy your
flowers when you get back."
   "I suppose I should," Heather admitted.  "It's just that I need the
money and I hate the idea of that bitch Michelle stealing any of my
regulars." She looked up and me with a grin.  "She can't have you.  Ever."
   "Of course not," I said, trying to act mildly offended by the mere
suggestion.  "I'm shocked you would even imply I might be susceptible to
her wiles," I grinned.
   "Oh no?" Heather laughed.  "Come on, you're just a guy."
   "True, but...  a tramp like her?  Never."
   "Yeah, Michelle is kind of slutty," Heather grinned.
   "Nasty," I agreed.
   "A complete bimbo," Heather laughed, apparently over her disappointment
as we reached my apartment
   I unlocked the door and let us in, Heather sighing with relief as the
warm air rushed over us.  She immediately sat down on the couch and I
caught a look of pain briefly flash over her features and she rolled her
shoulders, trying to loosen her tight muscles.
   "Your back still hurt?" I asked as she grimaced.
   "Yeah.  A little.  It isn't so much painful as it is really
uncomfortable."
   "I could always give you a massage," I offered.
   "Really?" Heather asked skeptically.
   "Sure," I answered.  "My mom was a waitress and that was horrible for
her back, so I had a lot of practice.  It was a few years ago, but I'm sure
it's just like riding a bike."
   "Let's do it," Heather agreed after a moment's thought.  "What should I
do?"
   "Why don't you undress for me," I said, smiling gently to let her know
it was okay.  "You can cover up if you want.  Just meet me in my bedroom
and we can do the massage in there.  I'm sure it's a lot more comfortable
than lying on the living room carpet.  I'll be just a second.  I'm going to
get some baby oil from the bathroom."
   "Why do you have baby oil?" Heather asked.  I blushed, thinking of the
lonely nights I'd spent masturbating, my fist sliding up and down my slick,
lubricated shaft.
   "I don't know," I stammered finally.  "I've just always had it."
   Heather nodded and as she started tugging her shirt from out of her
pants I moved to retrieve the oil from my bathroom.  I grabbed a change of
clothing along the way and hurriedly changed into a t-shirt and pair of
shorts for comfort.
   When I arrived back at my bedroom I paused in the doorway, taking in the
breathtaking beauty in front of me.  Heather was completely naked and had
decided not to cover herself as she lay comfortably on my bed.  She was
lying on her stomach and I could see just a hint of her pink inner flesh
through the curls of her pubic hair as I quickly glanced between the firm
globes of her ass.
   "I'm here," I said, sounding more confident to my own ears than I felt.
My penis was stiffening in anticipation as I knelt beside Heather's naked
form.  I put the baby oil on the night stand as I arranged a towel for
myself, not wanting to subject my sheets to the warm oil, although I should
have known it was pointless.  Feeling my erection beginning to tent out the
front of my shorts I looked at Heather, relieved to see her eyes were still
very much closed.
   I grabbed the bottle of baby oil, uncapping it and pouring a bit of the
slippery liquid into my cupped hand.  I rubbed my hands together to warm
the oil before allowing it to drizzle onto Heather's smooth back.  She
jumped a bit at the contact but quickly relaxed as the liquid spread over
her warm skin.
   Gently I began rubbing the lightly scented baby oil over the tense
muscles in Heather's back, hearing a soft sigh of pleasure as my fingers
worked to bring her relief.  Heather had piled her hair beside her on the
pillow and there was now nothing in my way as I softly kneaded her flesh.
   "Relax," I whispered, my lips brushing against the soft skin of her
neck. I felt Heather shiver underneath my fingers at my breath blew through
the wispy hair.
   I continued rubbing, my hands moving up and down her spine.  I teased
each rib with my fingers, sliding my fingers down far enough to feel the
taut muscles of each firm ass cheek.
   "Harder," Heather mumbled.  I looked down and saw her eyes were still
closed as she enjoyed the relaxing contact.  Wanting to get more leverage I
straddled her hips, feeling the bulge of my now fully-erect cock settle
into the crevice of her ass as I continued attending to Heather's tired
muscles.
   Hesitantly I slipped down the sides of her body, teasing over the soft,
pale skin of her breasts.  This motion caused my erection to press more
firmly against her soft flesh, and I felt the vibrations all the way up and
down my shaft as Heather trembled beneath me.  Even through the material of
my shorts the heat of her pussy threatened to burn me.
   To my amazement Heather reached back and blindly tugged at the waistband
of my shorts, her fingers brushing over the lump from my erection.  I
gasped in surprise as she squeezed my shaft.
   "Take 'em off," she mumbled quietly.  "I want to feel it."
   "Are you sure?" I asked as her fingers pulled lightly.  She simply
nodded her head and continued trying to undo the button.  "Here, let me," I
finally said as I stood, shedding my shorts and underwear.
   I knelt back as I had been and my now freed cock slipped between
Heather's slightly parted thighs.  The tip of my engorged prick bumped
against the soft opening to her pussy and we both gasped at the contact.
   Heather was already wet and anxious as she started pressing up against
me, but I pulled away, breaking all contact between us.  I smiled as
Heather gave a small whimper of disapproval.
   I spread her legs a bit more widely and saw that I was right in my
estimation of her arousal.  Her pubic area was damp, both from her own
natural lubricant and from the baby oil that had dribbled down the warm
crevice between her ass cheeks.
   I grabbed the baby oil and squirted out some more, again warming it
before attending to each of her legs.  As I stroked at the firm muscles I
felt her now slippery flesh slowly relax beneath my fingers.
   I brushed over the bottoms of Heather's feet, smiling as she giggled
softly at the contact.  She was very relaxed now and as I spread her legs
further apart, I remembered she had said the flower girls pushed their
petals.  At the moment the soft petals of her labia separated before my
eyes.  Her inner lips were sticky with arousal and clung together
momentarily before also pulling apart.
   It was obvious by the slickness and heat that Heather wanted more, but I
felt I had a duty to completely relax her, and knew my job was not yet
finished.
   "Turn over," I directed softly.  Heather lay motionless for a moment,
breathing deeply before slowly turning.  My cock twitched as for the first
time I saw her naked body in all its glory.
   Heather's nipples were firm little bullets of hard flesh and I could see
a flush forming on her chest as her arousal spread.  Heather looked up at
me momentarily, her eyes lazy and sleepy, glazed over with her growing
passion.  They closed softly as I again moved my hands over her flesh.
   My fingers were still slippery from the baby oil and I began teasing the
soft skin of her abdomen, pressing lightly against the pale skin of her
tummy.
   Heather's breath caught in her throat as my fingers brushed against the
top of her pubic mound and her legs spread a bit wider, subconsciously
bidding me lower.  I had to fight the urge to slip a finger into her liquid
heat but refrained, knowing our time together was not yet finished.
   As I moved my hands up her torso I again teased my fingers over her
sides, lightly trailing my fingertips over the firm jut of her breasts. 
Heather pressed herself up into my hands, wanting to feel my palms cupping
her nipples but I again pulled away, eliciting another moan as I ignored
her where she most wanted to be touched.
   My hands glided lightly over the top of Heather's chest, caressing her
collarbone before moving down her arms.  I could feel the muscles loosen as
I passed, the stress evaporating under my touch.
   Her hands were next and I spent my time pressing into her palms,
pinching at the tense muscles there, cramped and painful.  Heather cried
out as I squeezed roughly between her thumb and index finger before sighing
with approval as the tension dissipated.
   Shifting my hips, I straddled her left leg, feeling Heather's thigh
muscles twitch beneath me as I stroked my fingers ever closer to her pussy.
She spread her legs, repositioning herself under my body.  As she invited
me in a small smile played over her lips.
   I saw the smile but failed to attach any significance to it, until I
nearly jumped in shock as Heather's toes brushed against my balls.  Her
right foot slid up and down the length of my erection and once again I had
to fight the urge to simply bury myself in her pussy.
   I wanted it and now I knew Heather did too.  It would be a simple thing
to spread her legs.  She was already ready and more than wet enough, but I
wanted this to be for her.
   I reached out my, enjoying the smooth skin as I finally cupped the
spongy flesh of her breasts.  As I teased and pulled at her erect nipples
Heather sighed in pleasure beneath me.  I could feel her hips rolling
against the cushions beneath her body and finally as she whimpered in
frustration I could tell she'd had enough waiting.
   "Spread your legs for me," I whispered.  Her eyes shot open and I smiled
as her legs immediately parted at my request.  Heather bent her knees and I
found myself entranced by the sight of her pink inner flesh, the nub of her
clit already poking up from its fleshy hood.  She was breathing heavily now
as she anticipated my stiff cock penetrating her moist flesh.
   The scent of her arousal was musky and thick in the air of my apartment.
Her scent was almost intoxicating, a heady mix of spice and pheromones and
I quickly dropped my head to the hot flesh Heather was offering me.
   "Oh God...  Daniel!" she squealed as my tongue snaked out of my mouth.
It only took one quick swipe along the wet furrow of her slit before she
began convulsing beneath me.  Heather gasped loudly at the unexpected
stimulation as my fingers brushed over the pucker of her anus and I reveled
in the sweetness of the juices her pussy released onto my tongue.
   Heather thrust her hips against me as I buried my tongue in her sticky
depths.  I licked and kissed over the tender pink flesh, introducing first
one, then two fingers inside her steaming cunt.  I searched for the rough
patch of flesh inside Heather's pussy, grinning as she squealed in pleasure
as I rubbed across her most sensitive spot.
   Heather's mouth was now open wide, her breathing coming in great heaving
gasps as I continued plunging my fingers into her pussy.  Her own hands
were not idle, as she skimmed her fingers over the turgid pink tips of her
breasts, finally capturing a nipple in each hand.
   I watched, my fingers still thrusting lightly into Heather's squirming
tunnel as her fingers pulled roughly on her breasts.  I smiled as she
hissed in pleasure before dropping my lips once again to her neatly shaven
quim to play my tongue along the smooth outer flesh of her wet cunt.
   Suddenly a torrent of juices flowed from her opening and Heather's legs
tightened around my body.  Her limbs began quivering as an orgasm rushed
through her body.  I held her hips tightly as wave after wave of pleasure
crashed through Heather's body until at last she collapsed, limp and
utterly relaxed.
   As her breathing began returning to normal I moved up her body, kissing
my way from her hipbone to just past her dimpled navel.  Continuing on I
sucked gently on each of Heather's tender nipples before brushing my lips
against her swollen mouth.
   Heather's arms circled my neck, pulling me close as our tongues slipped
from our mouths, dueling against each other, slippery and wet.
   As I pressed my body against Heather's flesh, now damp with our combined
perspiration, the tip of my erection brushed firmly against the wet flesh
of her pussy and we both groaned at the contact.  Heather smiled up at me
as her hands dipped down between our bodies to stroke and pull at my
erection.
   "Oh God...  yes!  Right there," she hissed as my prick pushed between
the fat outer lips of her pussy.  Her snug inner tunnel, twice as hot and
slippery as her outer flesh, clamped down on my cock and for a moment I
felt as if I'd been enveloped in a soft wet satin glove.
   My thrusts began slowly, my movements quickly speeding up as I plunged
time and again into her moist depths.  Heather's legs wrap around my hips,
pulling me deep inside her.  Her breasts pressed hotly against my chest,
our slippery flesh sliding delightfully against each other as her ankles
lock behind my hips.
   I experienced another of Heather's climaxes as she shuddered beneath me.
I felt as the slippery muscles of her cunt began to spasm wildly, trapping
me inside her wetness.  Her mouth searched for my own, threatening to suck
me in as our tongues thrashed against each other.
   Suddenly the heat and wetness are too much and quickly, too quickly I am
there.  My cock flexed inside the sheath of Heather's wetness and I felt
the cum boil out of my balls, rushing through my shaft to coat the inside
of her tunnel.
   "Oh shit," I gasped as the first burst flooded the inside of Heather's
pussy.  She panted along with me, pulling me close and holding me tightly
as my orgasm rocketed through my cock.
   Eventually my climax passed and I rolled over, still buried inside her
depths.  Heather collapsed against my chest, her nipples digging into my
flesh as we slowly came down from our sexual peaks.
   "Better?" I asked as I rubbed my hands over Heather's back.  I teased my
fingers over the globes of her ass, one fingertip pressing against the
crinkled pucker of her anus.  I felt her shudder as my softening prick
slipped from her pussy but Heather didn't say anything, only breathing
lightly into my chest as she lay there on my bed, content and relaxed for
the moment.
   "Much better," she mumbled as she slowly drifted off to sleep.  "I love
you," she sighed, and I felt her relax almost completely.
   "Love you too," I whispered, slowly stroking her back and sides with my
fingers, careful not to rouse her from her sleep.
   When Heather's slow, regular breathing signaled she had indeed slipped
into unconsciousness, I carefully rolled onto my side, allowing Heather to
land softly on her back.  Her arm reached out for me in her sleep and I
gladly allowed myself to be wrapped up in her embrace.
   I looked at the blinking digits of my alarm clock, groaning softly with
the realization that I needed to be up in less than five hours.  I realized
I was unsure of Heather's schedule and set the alarm even earlier than I
normally would.  Eventually I too felt myself fading away and snuggled
closer to Heather's warmth, my face buried in her hair.  Somehow I knew
that no matter how short my rest, my dreams would be filled with thoughts
of her.
   *****
   "Dan, wake up."
   "Huh?"
   "Wake up!"
   "What time is it?"
   "It's early, but..."
   "Then go back to bed." I still hadn't opened my eyes, wanting to ignore
this latest intrusion into my sleep.  My rest had been unsatisfying at
best, filled with the restlessness and unease borne of having not shared my
bed in some time.
   "Dan, wake up!"
   "What?" I opened my eyes, more fully awake now.  "What is it?" I asked
when I saw Heather's face peering intently at me.
   "It's snowing."
   "So?"
   "It snowed a lot."
   "And?"
   "And it's freezing outside.  I just heard on the radio that the governor
canceled school."
   "That's not for us," I said, chuckling softly.  "The governor only calls
of public schools, not colleges and universities."
   "Nope," Heather said with a grin.  "All of 'em."
   "Seriously?"
   "Seriously," Heather said, her tone mocking my disbelief.  "I told you,
it's freezing out there, and it's windy too.  I guess the snow is really
drifting in the country, so we get a snow day."
   "Cool," I finally said.
   "It is cool," Heather giggled.  I turned my head to look at her.  Even
after a fitful slumber, and I'm not sure Heather had slept any better than
I had, she was beautiful.
   "So why wake me up?" I asked.
   "I wanted to let you know you could stay in bed," Heather giggled once
more.
   "What?  Then why wake me up?  Just let me keep sleeping," I said with a
bit of exasperation.
   "Who said you could sleep?" Heather asked.
   "You just did," I blurted.  "You said school got called off, so..."
   "So you can stay in bed," Heather agreed, throwing one naked thigh over
my hips.  I felt the crinkly hairs of her pubic mat brushing against my
leg. "I never said you could sleep."
   "Ah," I said, finally understanding.  "I think I get it now."
   "You do?" Heather laughed.  "It's about time."
   "And I apologize for the confusion," I continued.  "Let me see if I can
make it up to you then."
   "How would you do that?" Heather asked, groaning as I squeezed the
smooth flesh of her buttocks.
   "I'm sure I'll think of something," I replied.  Her pussy was warm
against my rapidly rising cock as she squirmed to gain a more comfortable
position in my lap.  Her hand reached between our bodies to grasp my
erection as she lifted herself up, positioning the head of my prick at the
opening of her pussy.  We both groaned with the sensations as she slowly
dropped down onto my cock, burying my shaft in her warmth in one smooth
stroke.
   "Mmm," she sighed as we began to slowly make love.  "I do like your
ideas."
   End Chapter Five
  
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