Chapter 6

Tara’s hands descended to my head, her fingers tangling into my hair again. Soon her hips were rocking, thrusting her against my mouth. When she was close, I reached up with my free hand to knead her delicious, pointy breast. Then I suckled her clit until she cried out, her body quaking again, trapping my fingers inside her.

“Man…” she sighed again, voice thick with arousal. I moved back up the bed to lie beside her.

“How busy a week do you have planned?” she asked, without looking at me.

“I have a heavy tutoring schedule,” I said.

“Tutoring?” Tara asked, surprised. “You never said anything about tutoring. What are you tutoring?”

“This girl I know wants help learning how to fuck her girlfriend,” I said.

It took a few seconds, and the expressions her face ran through were comical. “Oh! Oh, I see. Yes, you will have a heavy schedule. You should spend as much time with her as you can.” She frowned at me. “What’s that weird look for?”

“I just realized something,” I said. “My ex’s first time must have been right here, on this bed. With your aunt. Cousin, I mean.”

“Your ex’s first time having sex was with my lecherous Auntie Kay?”

“Yeah. Anita said she could trust her, so she did,” I said. “We didn’t start dating for a month or two, but she said she’d have been too nervous if it hadn’t been for your lecherous cousin.”

Tara giggled. “And now I had my first time right here. I got a better deal. You’re way sexier than my Auntie Lech. And she only got a one night stand, right?”

“It’s all she wanted. All she wanted for a while, until we started dating,” I said.

“But it’s not what you want, right?” Tara sounded a little nervous.

“No, babe,” I said. “I want you. I know it won’t be easy, and the odds probably aren’t in our favor, but I want more than that. Of course we barely know each other yet, so ask me again at fall break.”

It was intended as a not-entirely frivolous comment. We had chemistry, but it wasn’t even a full week since we’d met. Tara took the statement seriously. “Fair,” she said. “Now make with the tutoring.”

“Alright, alright,” I said. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. Oh, wait, you don’t have panties.”

“Do you keep your nails trimmed?” I asked. When she showed me her fingers, I said, “Good. Hard no to having sharp things up inside me.”

Tara’s eyes went wide as she realized what I was suggesting. She glanced away, her gaze roaming my body. Her face colored as she studied my sex. Then, tentatively, she extended a finger and ran it around. “You’re wet, too,” she said.

“I’m wet for you, Tara,” I said. Her blush deepened.

Her eyes held a sense of wonder as her finger explored. I exhaled sharply when it touched my clit. She stroked lightly.

“Right there,” I breathed. “Not too quickly. Ohh…”

She caressed my clit until my breathing was labored and my heart was racing.

“Can I put it inside?” she asked.

“Yes,” I breathed. I watched her finger part my folds then vanish within me. She curled her wrist, drawing the finger out, then pushing it back inside. “Oh, yeah,” I murmured.

“I want to kiss your breasts,” Tara said.

“I want you to,” I agreed.

She lowered herself back down to the bed without withdrawing her finger. Then she began to suckle a breast. Spikes of lust flowed into me from where her lips sucked my breast between them. She didn’t rush. My nipple was swelling between her lips, and I felt my clit becoming more sensitive.

I was panting as my desire grew. “Suck the other breast,” I told Tara. “Oh yes, like that,” I said as she moved, sucking my nipple into her mouth, compressing my breast below her face. “Harder. Harder with your finger. Oh God,” I groaned, as her hand moved harder.

I still wanted more, but I didn’t want to disrupt the amazing feeling she was already giving me. I took her free hand, then gently moved it down my body, moving her middle finger to my clit, using it to stroke the hard nub. When I released her hand she continued to caress.

The muscles of my butt tensed, pushing my pussy into Tara’s hand. I gasped as I came close to overload.

Then I was there, pleasure flooding into me in quivering waves. “Don’t stop touching me yet,” I groaned, as the pulses of my climax continued to ripple through me. When they weakened, I said, “Okay. Okay, you can stop now,” then lay gasping as Tara smiled at me, her eyes merry.

“I made you come!” she crowed. “O-M-G, I made you come!”

“You fucked me very nicely,” I agreed.

“Should I take my finger out?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Then come up here. I want to kiss you.”

Tara removed her finger from me, but still kissed my breast, fascinated by it. I moved my hands to her waist and pulled her up my body. She pouted as my nipple was tugged out of her mouth. Then I edged my right leg between her thighs, and pushed hers down against me, adding to the pressure by hooking my left leg around it.

Gripping Tara’s butt, I began moving her body against mine. Her eyes showed a little puzzlement, but I fastened my lips to hers and kissed her savagely. She responded in kind.

After a moment, her hands moved to my shoulders, her grip amplifying the motion of her body against mine. Her breasts compressed against mine, rolling as our bodies moved.

Since she’d taken over some of the power of the thrust of our bodies, I didn’t need both hands on her butt. I curled my right hand around her thigh and pushed a finger against her sex from behind. I couldn’t move it far in from that angle, but I could increase the contact with the thigh that slid against her. It was enough to make her moan into the kiss, and a moment later she broke her lips from mine, gasping as another climax took her.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, as her movement began to slow. She got the message, her lean body moving powerfully against mine until I cried out as I came again beneath her.

Our movements slowed, then stopped. I felt her body twitch, her orgasm not quite spent. Then she collapsed against me, her face on my shoulder, her breasts tightly squashing mine. “Oh God,” she said. “That was… I don’t know the word. Like you were part of me.”

“Intimate?” I suggested.

“Yeah, that’ll do,” she said. “That was so intimate. I feel like I want to kiss you and never stop.”

“We will have to stop,” I said, “but… not yet?”

Tara gave me an affectionate smile, then nodded. “True,” she said, and met my lips.

We kissed on and off for tens of minutes, mostly on. Our breasts shook together with each repositioning. I don’t know if she even noticed when the shifts of our bodies began to acquire a rhythm, but eventually we were each rolling our hips and moaning into the kiss.

When I came, I only gasped into the kiss as pleasure washed through me. It took a couple of minutes more until Tara broke her lips from mine, dropping her chin to my shoulder as she moaned, her body spasming softly in my arms.

It was Friday. Tara was flying out in the afternoon, though she’d be back soon enough. I’d stayed over, as I had every night that she’d been house sitting. Stuffing the bedsheets in the washer felt like the unexpected vacation (with bonus sex) was coming to an end.

“It’s probably for the best that I won’t be able to see you as often as I’d like,” Tara said. We were sprawled on Kayla’s couch, having finished cleaning the house. “If the next few months were to be anything like the last two weeks, neither of us would get a stroke of work done.”

“True,” I said, “and this is going to be a tough year for me. But Deb will be out half of the time, and she won’t mind you staying over even if she isn’t, if we don’t abuse the privilege. Sucks that I only have a full-size bed, and that it’s noisy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tara turned to look at me, her eyes narrowed. “And how do you know it’s noisy? Do you jump up and down on it?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I agreed.

“Even though you’re skeptical about first-years dating seniors,” she said, “it has to be better for me than dating someone else in the dorm.”

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess you’ve been there and had to do that,” she said. “But even if the odds are against us, I kinda think we’ll be okay, y’know?”

“I do too,” I admitted. “I think we’ll be worth the effort.”