On Monday, I woke up alone. To my dismay, she had slept in her own bed. We both had classes, and she had house-sitting obligations, and I was not permitted, by the home owners, to help her.
We didn't communicate at all, because we wanted that absence to build our desire and anticipation of being together again.
Tuesday was basically the same.
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On Wednesday, the classroom actually felt nostalgic. She wore Converse, over-the-knee socks, a regular hoodie, and for the first time ever, I saw her wearing a short cami dress.
Ogling and smiles ensued.
Soon, it would be too cold for such delights.
How dreadful.
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Thursday was much anticipated, because she would likely be coming over later.
She was already seated in her desk, and I eagerly awaited seeing her outfit.
To my surprise, she wore my black cargo pants that she borrowed so many days before. I had actually forgotten about that.
Boots, plain T-shirt, normal hoodie.
Intriguing.
I stared in her general direction, until she turned her head enough to look at me. I glanced down at the pants, then back to her, and raised an eyebrow.
She just cracked a little smile and looked forward again.
The day continued as usual, until she let herself in at the apartment.
I was on the sofa, playing a game.
She shut the door, set her bag against the coffee table, and stood there with her feet set wide apart.
Staring at me, with a hint of a smile, she unzipped her hoodie and removed it.
Stood there a moment more before crossing her arms in front of her to grab the hem of the shirt. She raised it up, exposing her stomach, then lowered it again briefly, before pulling it back up about rib level.
Tease.
Just a bit further up, a pause, and then she peeled it the rest of the way off, and slung the shirt to the cushion beside me.
She had wrapped her chest in white bandages, effectively creating a small tube top.
She hit a few fetishes with that outfit. Chicks in baggy cargo pants. Chicks wearing oversized pants with a small, tight top. Small tube tops. Chicks wrapped in bandages.
She just stood there, fists clenched at hip-level, in a power pose, looking awesome, with a smirk on her face.
Then she winked at me.
God dammit, she fucking winked at me.
"You're gonna have to fight me for 'em."
...the hell she keep one-upping herself?
Challenge accepted.
I tossed my phone aside and lunged toward her. Wrestling and delighted laughter ensued.
Both of us on the floor, it took some finessing of laces, but I got one of her boots and crew socks off.
She resisted much more with the other foot, so I just grabbed her leg above the boot, stood up, and held her foot as high as I could as she lay mostly helpless.
My free hand untied that boot, loosened it, and then I could easily remove it and peel off the sock. I gave her foot a little tickle for an extra shriek of delight, before dragging her closer to the sofa.
I hefted her up, swung her around, and then plopped her down to lay on the sofa, while I went at her belt.
She wiggled and writhed, but I managed to pull the belt out of the loops and toss it aside.
Unbuttoning was more of a struggle. Unzipping, slightly less so.
She was wearing white cotton panties.
I pulled the pants down her butt, and then went for the leg cuffs.
She kicked a little, but I managed to pull the pants off of her and let momentum carry them on behind me.
She froze in a general defense position, grinning.
I paused.
Interesting that she's wearing panties, again, after so many days of not bothering. I wonder if there is something on the back of these.
She slowly extended one leg, suspiciously moving her foot toward my torso. I did want to see where that was going, but I had other plans.
I quickly grabbed her foot, pushed it aside, crossing her leg over herself, and then went for her hips and thighs to flip her over.
There she was, on her knees, essentially in the fetal position, ass up with the word "WINNER!" pointed directly at me.
Winner, indeed.
I slapped both hands on that ass, bent over, and gave it a bite. She flinched, physically and audibly, but laughed.
They were rather snug panties, and I could see the curves and crevice of those hidden lips.
I planted my own lips on them and blew, heating the material. Her cry of surprise rose with her ass as her legs reflexively pushed to attempt an escape.
Half of my thoughts were on the fact that I had just had my mouth on her pussy for the first time. Granted, separated by fabric, so maybe not officially, but it did suddenly spark that desire.
I watched the look in her eyes as I curled my fingers around the waistband and began slowly pulling the fabric down.
My eyes changed target as those lips began to appear. I took a moment to enjoy the close-up view, and inhaled her heady scent.
Internal groan.
I gave a quick, teasing lick, across the full length of it, causing a fraction of a cry.
A slower lick.
Not much sound on that one.
Okay, then.
I spread her and then plunged my tongue in fast, as deep as I could.
"Ohmygod," she gasped out the words at a little above normal speaking volume, and her legs reacted again, although, with a little less of an attempt to escape.
I allowed myself to be distracted long enough to appreciate that entire response, but then returned my attention to her soft, warm, delicious, ... I need to adjust for better leverage.
Now, with one knee on the cushion, and one hand around her thigh, I held her relatively firm in place as I let my tongue explore.
Soon, I was fixated on learning.
Flavors, textures, firmness, curves and depths, what parts gave way the most when sucked, what actions on what parts elicited the most satisfying responses.
I have no idea how much time I spent. I do know that, at some point, I eventually found myself laying on my back, her pulled up to my face, and her remaining largely motionless but for the occasional spasm, with her variety of moans as beautiful background music.
The music was suddenly joined by lyrics.
No, wait.
Speaking.
She was saying something.
And trying to pull my head away by clutched hair.
"Okay," she breathed out heavily. "Okay. No more."
I released her, blinking to regain my senses. I was wet from mouth to shirt.
I ran my hands over her as she lay on me, catching her breath. She turned herself, putting her head at mine, and discovered her own mess.
"My goodness."
"Your goodness, indeed." I grabbed the sides of her head and gave her an extra wet kiss.
She gave a little chuckle, and the licked a few swipes of herself off of me, then kissed again.
"Good god, you're amazing," I said.
"Pfff," she laughed. "Do you even know what you did?"
"I'm betting I gave you an orgasm."
She stared in my eyes, running a finger down the side of my face.
" 'An'," she lightly chided with a sweet smile.
She pushed off and dismounted, running nearest fingers up my torso as she walked away.
" 'An'," She repeated, a bit louder.
"Two?"
"You had scissors in one these drawers, right." she asked from the kitchen.
