"Hey, Danny," Sarah said, as he was giving her roomie yet another light kiss, "if you're going to keep kissing her, then kiss her like you mean it!"
They both looked at Sarah, kind of surprised, and Sarah egged them on some more. "Don't be shy, kiss her like a man should kiss!" With that, they giggled a bit, and then Danny drew her in for a long, deep, soulful kiss.
And then another.
And another.
Sarah bounced up, grabbed her purse, keys and coat and said, "OK, you two, you've got two hours! Would you get going? And Danny, it ain't much of a warrior who won't fight on a bloody battlefield!" Then she headed on out.
Danny and Mary Margaret just kind of sat there, a bit dumbfounded, looking at each other, before she said, kind of softly, "No, we can't do that, it's way too nasty."
But Danny wasn't to be denied. Sarah had given him the opening, and MM's resistance was only half-hearted. He could tell, they both could tell, that she wanted Danny as much as he wanted her. His kisses were building up the heat in her, hotter and hotter. That much he could tell, though he wasn't sure if she could get over the final hump of making love during her period.
In her mind, she didn't know, either. Oh, man, she was so turned on! Her body wanted this, really wanted this, and her cramps just seemed to have vanished. Her head said no, no way, but her heart was saying yes, oh my God, yes.
Then Danny reached down to her waist, took the hem of her nightshirt, which had bunched up around her waist, and slowly pulled it off of her. A momentary hesitation, a shyness came over her, as she realized that Danny hadn't ever seen her topless, and then she realized, she wanted him to see her, wanted him to touch her, ached to make love to him, and then raised her arms in silent consent.
Well, maybe she could just get him off with her mouth, she thought. That would give Danny pleasure without the messiness of making love during her period. After all, she'd done that a couple of times before with old, sad boyfriends, and while she hadn't particularly liked sucking guys off, it was at least tolerable. She reached down herself, to tug off Danny's t-shirt, admiring the leanness of his chest. Yeah, he'd lost too much weight, and he never did have big muscles, but his low body fat meant that what he did have was well defined. Reaching further down, she pulled his belt undone, and tried to unsnap his jeans.
However, seated as they were, his jeans were just too tight to unbutton, even though they were big on him. So Danny stood up, kicked off his tennis shoes and then pulled off his jeans, undies and socks, all at once. His cock was fully ready, and Mary Margaret liked that.
But then Danny walked into the bathroom, surprising her. Did he have to pee? That was an untimely interruption, but then he walked back out, carrying three of her towels. Pulling the bedspread and blanket off, he put the towels down on her bed. "Oh, my God, Danny, are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I'm sure, I love you and I want to make love to you."
Oh, my God, he told me that he loves me! That was it, Mary Margaret threw her arms around his neck, kissing him again, while Danny hooked his fingers in her shorts and pulled them down and off, taking her panties along with them. Naked in front of each other, in the light, for the first time, was like a revelation, to both of them.
Danny marveled at her body. Her skin was clear and winter pale, it was soft and warm. Her light brown hair was matched by her soft curls below, and her red-painted toenails provided a dramatic bit of color. She looked strong and solid, not skinny by any means, but just plain fit. He had felt her figure before, Monday night in his room, and earlier this evening, kissing on her bed, but this, this was a woman out of a dream. Her hips weren't out-of-proportion big, her butt taut, her breasts just perfectly sized for the rest of her figure. Both standing, they came together for another kiss, and a tight hug. Mary Margaret couldn't help herself, didn't want to help herself, as she whispered, "I love you, Danny."
A slight tremble came over her, as she realized that she wasn't quite naked, but had that ugly white string hanging down. "Are you really sure?" she asked him, getting a huge smile and a soft "Yes" in return.
Steeling herself, Mary Margaret broke apart from him, saying "Be right back," as she stepped into the bathroom to remove her tampon. She hated being away from Danny for even a second, but she was only gone for ten. Striding back in, with a confidence she didn't think she had, she kissed him again, then laid down on her bed, careful to keep the towels under her hips.
And then Danny came to her. Her arms opened widely, to wrap around her lover, as he laid down on the bed, then rose up on his hands and knees, to slowly push inside of her.
As wonderful as their first night had been, this seemed even better. She had shut off the overhead light, but the desk lamps kept the room softly illuminated. Where their first time had been in an almost dark room, where they could see each other only as shadows, now they could see each other clearly. Her light grey eyes met his brown ones, as they tried to look into each other's soul while their bodies slowly made love.
Just as before, she reached around him, her hands on his back, silently communicating what she liked, what she wanted. Her fingertips conveyed when she wanted him to move harder and faster, or slower and softer, and Danny kept changing pace to match her need.
It was like magic for Mary Margaret! As clearly as she was communicating her desires to him, it was still subconscious, and to her, it just seemed that Danny instinctively knew what she needed. Her climax was rising in her, strongly and quickly, but it was different than on Monday, hotter, more intense, and her climax hit her almost without warning. Incoherent cries escaped her throat, and her fingertips curled, digging her nails into Danny's back as she tightened her grip in her passion.
But, unlike Monday, Danny didn't have his orgasm along with her; he was hot and needy, but knew he could last longer. Pushing hard into her as her nails dug into his back, he made his strokes slow, but with full pressure behind them when they came together. His arms were tense, his legs and ass taut, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, as he was showing her his strength without slamming down into her hard. It wasn't long before he could see, and feel, her climax rising up again. Her fingertips once again turned to her nails, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as for dear life, when her orgasm hit her again, not a slow wash but hard and fast and more intense than before. Danny saw it rising, could tell when it was going to hit, and as it did, he stopped holding back and emptied himself inside of her.
And then they laughed! The tension had broken, and both of them were consumed with joyous, happy laughter. They held each other, still kissing, but now lightly again, as the intensity of lovemaking has passed. She kissed his nose, he kissed her forehead and eyes and ears.
Finally she said, "OK, you, we've made a huge mess and we need to clean up before Sarah gets back." Still, she was smiling through the whole thing.
"OK, yuck, look what you made me do," as she saw her thighs half covered in blood, and two of the towels with plenty of red on them as well. Danny had been on top, so he hadn't gotten it quite as badly, but his cock was a dark blood red as well, and his pubes sticky with the encrusted mess. But it didn't matter, as she grabbed the towels, and then led Danny into the bathroom. The shower wasn't really meant for two, but they managed, soaping each other up, cleaning each other off. The one unstained towel would just have to do for both of them. Mary Margaret only shooed him out to put in a new tampon.
They laid back down on the bed, still naked, but pulling the sheet over themselves, for when Sarah would get back; she was due any time now. Studying was forgotten, and all that was left was sweet chatter and smiles. Deep in her mind, kept entirely to herself, Mary Margaret thought, no more messing around; I've taken my decision, and my lover.
