"Don't go," she murmurs, draping her arms around my shoulders and leaning into me, "Just stay with me." I smile at the thought and reach up to grasp one of her forearms, giving a gentle squeeze.
"It's tempting," I reply, "But I do have to go home for Christmas. Or, well, I have to go home to get together with my immediate family to go and do Christmas someplace else with my mom's side of the family. But you get it." I made a point to finish all my papers for the quarter before the actual Finals Week so that I could fly out a little early and stop off in her city before taking the train home.
"Stupid Christmas," she grumbles, tightening her grip on me a little bit as if to keep me there, "Who cares? Blow it off." I snort.
"Sure, and let's just go camping on Rosh Hoshana, then," I tease. She's behind me, but I can still see her pout in my mind's eye.
"Okay, fair point," she sighs, letting go of me and flopping back down onto her bed, "I'm still sad you're leaving, though." I turn to face her and lean down.
"Hey, nobody's saying you can't have feelings about it," I point out, settling onto my side beside her and brushing some frizzy brown hair from her face, "I'm sad I'm leaving you, too. But I'm not leaving forever. I'll be back for New Year's." She smiles at the reminder, and turns her head to face me.
"But what about the time between now and New Year's?" she asks, "What am I supposed to do then?"
"What did you do for the last three months while I was across the country?" I counter.
"I masturbated a whole bunch," she declares, "Which, I mean, it was fun, but not as nice as having you here." She works her arm under me and pulls herself closer. I chuckle and kiss her, first on the tip of her nose and then on her lips. In all honesty, it would be nice to stay. I love my family, and I enjoy our Christmas traditions, but at the same time...
"It's only like a twenty five dollar train ticket," I remark, putting an arm around her to return her embrace, "How about I just buy one for tomorrow? My flight's not until pretty late, so I could get from Union Station to home in plenty of time to leave with my parents. Or I could just go straight from the station to the airport and meet them there." Her face lights up.
"You'd do that?" she asks, unable to hide her excitement at the thought. She nuzzles her cheek against mine then comes back for another kiss. Further down, she tangles her legs with mine, getting used to the idea that I'm staying put.
"Sure," I reply, "I'm gonna have more than enough time to see my family over the next week. I'll give up a day with them for a day with you, no question." She blushes lightly and kisses me again, this one long and drawn out.
"I love you," she murmurs.
"I love you, too," I answer, cupping her cheek with my hand. For a moment we just stare into each other's eyes. Hers are a deep blue, and I love getting lost in them.
"So, uh, what do you wanna do?" she asks after a moment, smiling somehow both sheepishly and playfully, "Since I don't have to drive you to the train station anymore."
"Hold you," I declare, putting my arm around her again and squeezing her close, "Kiss you." I touch my lips to hers. "Just enjoy being snuggled up in your bed."
"Hmmmm..." she purrs, enjoying my affection, "That all sounds nice..." She lets go of me and gently rolls onto her back, closing her eyes and lazily stretching. Moving carefully and gently, I lean in to start planting soft little kisses all over her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb and cupping her jawline all the while.
Gradually, I move my kisses down to her neck, earning pleased little moans from her. She takes my hand and moves it down to one of her breasts. As I gently knead and fondle her perky little tits her moans intensify, and she lets out a squeak when I pinch one of her nipples through her clothes. I'm partially on top, one of my legs between hers, and she starts to grind against it.
"Today's turning out real nice," she murmurs breathlessly, continuing to rub her groin against my leg, "I was so sad you were leaving. This is, like, the opposite of that, though."
"Yeah," I agree, pausing my kisses to give her a smirk, "I'm not sure how I could get much closer to you."
"You could be inside me," she observes, that playful grin I love spreading across her face.
"You'd have to stop dry-humping my leg for a second to get your leggings off," I note, "Think you've got that level of self-control in you?" She snorts and rolls her eyes but stops grinding and rubbing her groin against me. Without wasting any time, I scoot down to pull off her skirt and then her leggings, and she raises her hips to help. A moment later she's naked from the waist down, the ivory skin only interrupted by her dark bush.
"See?" she snarks, "I can keep my horniness in check for a second. If it means something better later, anyway."
"Like a sexual marshmallow test," I reply, chuckling as I take a moment to admire her. We've managed to pack a lot of sex into our few days together, but I'm still not over how beautiful every inch of her is. I lean back down to kiss her, sliding a hand down to her crotch to tease her. After a minute or so of just rubbing, I curl my middle finger up between her labia, earning a short, sharp gasp.
"Yes," she breathes, "More." I smile but don't change anything, just slowly flexing my middle finger between her folds.
