Dust
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I sit in the passenger seat of Piper's car. The original plan was to rent a motel room for the night, but obviously split up after we've... you know, done the deed. But I trust her and she seems to trust me enough to go to her house and avoid paying for the room. I and my bank account thank her.
"Mom and Dad are at a movie tonight," Piper says, parking the car, "They won't be home until after midnight."
I look up at the home as we exit the car. It's two stories and has fenced-in front and back yards. It's not even connected to any other homes directly. It's bigger than any house I've lived in. It looks like it could fit a nuclear family. "Anyone else live here?"
"Nuh-uh. My brother moved out ages ago. He still lives around here, but he's got a wife and they have their own apartment now."
I follow her into the house. There's an entire entrance room with a coat rack, a hat rack, and a place for shoes. "Take them off here, I guess. It's not like you're gonna be keeping them on." She giggles and I flush again. I understand that she's trying to keep the edge off, but I'm just too nervous. I take off my shoes and follow her up the stairs and the soft carpet under my socks feels so nice as we reach the top. I don't remember when the last time I walked on carpet near-barefooted was. The last few houses I lived in all had wood and tile floors throughout.
Piper throws open the door to her bedroom. It looks so nice in here. The walls are all painted a pretty light pink and the carpet feels so soft it must have been shampooed recently. She has a decent collection of books, video games, and assorted memorabilia on a large bookshelf and a desk at the back with a computer setup. Her bed is larger than a twinsize, even though she seems to be the only one who regularly sleeps on it... aside from all those stuffed animals on it. This must be her childhood bedroom.
...
Oh god.
"Um, are you sure we want to do this in here?" I ask.
She looks at me strangely. "You'd rather do it in the living room? I didn't think you were that kinky."
"I-- I meant that it just might feel strange to do it in here," I gesture to her army of stuffed animals, "In front of so many innocent eyes." She snorts.
"They'll be fine. Now, are you still into this or do you want to stop?"
"I-- I'm fine. I want to do this."
Piper smiles and hugs me from behind. It's deep and I can feel her breasts push against my back through our shirts. "Okay then," she says slowly, hot steam rolling off of her tongue, "Then how about we get comfortable?"
I eep as she pulls back, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and taking it with her. Up past my stomach and chest, slipping the sleeves through my arms and the entire thing off my head, leaving me topless. The air of an unfamiliar room feels strange on my bare chest, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of Piper's hands patting against my groin, hunting for my belt. She half-leads half-pushes me onto her bed as she unlatches the latch, unbuttons the button, and unzips the zipper. I can feel the back of her thumb as it hooks under my underwear and she tugs it all down, slipping both garments off of my legs and taking my socks with them, leaving me naked and vulnerable in front of this fully dressed woman. I unconsciously cover my soft penis as she looks at me, licking her lips before she digs into her meal.
But before she can do that, she starts taking off her own clothes. She's so casual about it. Her dark-orange hair bounces playfully as her red t-shirt lifts above her head. It reveals her baseball-sized breasts and her puffy nipples, slightly browner than the rich brown of her skin. Her ocean-blue eyes flit to look at me as she catches me staring at her, my penis building harder as she playfully turns around and wiggles her skirt-covered butt. She slowly unlatches it, baring her ass and once more revealing her lightly wet pussy to me as she tosses it aside. She turns to face me and approaches, ever so slowly, one naked leg crossing the other as she walks. She stoops down, bowing forward and grasping my thighs with her hands. I can feel her breath on my now fully erect penis as she pauses in front of it. I close my eyes, waiting to feel the wetness of her tongue or the deep cavern of her mouth as she begins to play with it, but I feel nothing.
I open my eyes again to find she's ducked under my legs, looking under the bed. She's teasing me, she has to be. I want to ask her what she's doing, but I feel that would destroy the tension she's worked to create. I can see the top of her head bobbing back and forth to some silent rhythm before it pops back up and I can stare into her eyes once more. She smiles and presents a small basket with oils, dildos, various sheets of paper stapled together, and other arrays of sex toys. "Here it is," she sings, "Sorry, I had to grab my lube."
"What are those?" I stupidly ask. Luckily, she doesn't seem to mind, as she puts on a jokingly confused face.
"What are whats?"
"Those papers." Stupid. I should have just said nevermind or something like that. We're both naked, for God's sake! This isn't the time to--
"Oh yeah, I guess they look a bit odd with the rest of my sex stuff." She blushes, and I can tell this isn't a joke. She's actually embarrassed about this. Still, it must not be too bad, as she explains, "They're, uh, BDSM stories. It's just a small kink of mine. I just like the stories. Nothing I'd force someone else to do, especially since I--" her face turns a deeper red, "I prefer domming and no guy wants to be a sub."
A small kink? She must really like it if she went through the trouble of printing it out. "Do you-- do you want to try it?"
