The wind whistled and howled outside their bedroom window. The storm had been keeping them awake for the past several hours, so it was easy to notice when it stopped and started. The noise had died down again, leaving them in relative silence. It was Friday night and they couldn’t sleep, so they started a game. Whenever the wind hushed, they would take turns guessing how long the silence would last. A correct answer, (or close to it, at least) granted the guesser a Favor. A wrong answer granted the other player a Favor. Currently, it was Becca’s turn to guess.
“Call it, Becca.” Frankie said softly to the woman lying beside him.
Becca pursed her lips a bit. “Twenty seconds.”
And then they waited, watching the second-hand of the clock on the wall across the room. Their hands teased each other absently, and Becca rubbed her legs softly against Frankie’s. They were well into the game, which was made obvious by Frankie’s half-master and the fragrant juices that were slowly coating Becca’s inner thighs.
Approximately seventeen seconds later, the wind struck up again, granting Becca a Favor. Frankie turned toward her with a grin, and watched as she parted her legs to him, showing him the clear, glistening juices on her shaven pussy lips.
“Clean me.” Becca whispered huskily.
“Mmmmm…” Frankie rolled over onto his stomach and brought his face down to Becca’s sweet pussy. Slowly and meticulously, he began to lick the juices from her soft skin. “Are you sure this is YOUR favor?” He murmured playfully.
“Mmmhmmm… I’m sure…” Becca’s breath quickened slightly as Frankie’s tongue teased her outer lips and inner thighs, lingering in the warm creases between the two. Just as his tongue was beginning to wander inward, they heard the wind hush once more. Becca chuckled softly. “Well, call it.”
Frankie lifted his head from her crotch and cleaned his face slowly, looking thoughtful for a moment before making his guess. “Ten seconds.”
And then they waited again. Frankie rested against Becca, trusting her to watch the clock over his shoulder as he innocently nibbled on her neck. His lips made their way unobtrusively toward her left ear; one of the few places he knew could drive her crazy.
“Ooh…” Becca squirmed beneath him, her breathing growing deeper as she wrapped her arms around him. Frankie smiled and suckled on her ear like a baby, his hands lovingly caressing his sides.
“Time?” He had to practically force himself to remember their game.
“It’s been thirty…” Becca sighed dreamily.