April 2008
Waking up next to Pete had become one of her favorite things ever. He frequently spooned her, his hand possessively splayed out over her stomach. Other times, she'd wake up tucked into his side, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. This was a slightly different boyfriend experience than she'd had before.
Previous to Pete, she had spent six months of her first year out of college on the hook with Henry, who didn't admit to actually being her boyfriend. He was ok with qualifying their relationship as dating, but they weren't exclusive and free to date other people. Allison told herself that she was fine with this, because hey, she was 22 and not looking for the guy she would end up marrying. It took her a few months before she worked up the courage to stay over at Henry's overnight, out of the sheer anxiety of having to tell her parents she wouldn't be coming home at night. But when she shared Henry's bed with him, he rolled away after sex and slept on his own side while she slept on hers. Looking back at their relationship, she saw all the ways that he purposefully kept her at an arm's length, trying hard to give her absolutely no reasons to develop feelings for him. She finally stopped seeing him after learning that for Henry, it wasn't a hypothetical idea that they are free to see other people, like it was for her. He was actually dating another girl, the entire time that he was with her and sleeping with her too.
Senior year in college, she dated a guy named Patrick who preferred to go by Rick. He was a Resident Advisor in a freshman dorm and a big stickler for rules and 'the right way to do things.' She never spent the night with him, because he was afraid to get into trouble and lose his job. She was ok with that. They did have sex, usually in her room, in the daytime, while Dotty was at work or in class. He broke up with her towards the end of the semester, before graduation, saying something like 'It was fun while it lasted, but now it's done.'
And before that, there was Cameron Murphy, Murph to most, the guy she spent nearly three years of her life with, the guy she had sex with for the first time. They had started dating in the fall of her freshman year, while Cameron was a junior. He wasn't part of the group of friends that was already forming at the time, the other freshmen who lived in the same dorm, Dotty, Leah, Pete, Josh, Shawn. He wasn't in the a cappella group with her or the chorale and they didn't share a lot of common interests, but somehow they still connected. They spent lots of time talking, and lots of time screwing around. She had spent a good number of nights sharing a bed with him too and had similar feelings about it in the first two years of their relationship. It wasn't until after Cameron graduated that things soured for them and sharing a bed had lost its appeal. The geographical distance between them seemed to make him very jealous and distrusting and she eventually broke up with him. Perhaps she should have done it sooner than she did. Those last months completely tarnished the rest of the relationship previous to it and when Allison woke up in Pete's arm in the morning, she didn't consider it comparable to how she felt in Cameron's.
Pete's breath was brushed over her forehead, gently moving her hair as he slept, his arm draped around her waist. They started out slow last summer, while Alli still lived at home, and worried about confrontations with her parents over spending the weekend at Pete's place. But a couple of months later, once she got her own place, they started seeing each other most weekends. They had the freedom to sleep naked and a queen-sized bed to do it in.
"You know, next weekend," Pete spoke softly against her skin, his mouth moving along her jaw, "is alumni weekend."
"Uh-huh," Allison agreed, feeling all the tingles dispersing throughout her body as his kisses moved down to her neck.
"And we are going to be sleeping on Shawn's couch," he continued to kiss down to her collarbone. "So we are not going to be able to do this next weekend."
"That sucks," Alli's fingers tangled in Pete's hair as his mouth went down to her breast, planting soft kisses down towards her nipple.
"Yeah," his tongue circled her nipple, "unless... you are incredibly insistent that you are comfortable with doing things on Shawn's couch..." he left the sentence open, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
"I'm not," her own voice sounded funny, affected by the sensation of Pete's mouth on her. He worked her nipple with his tongue, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth. She was starting to realize that she enjoyed just a little bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure, like when Pete used his teeth.
"I feel somewhat compelled," Pete switched to her other nipple, "to keep you in this bed today. To make up for next week."
She didn't have a response for him this time, just moans encouraging what he was doing. He trailed his kisses down her body, pushing the blankets aside and positioning himself between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart with his hands and slid his tongue through her folds. Of course, she was already dripping with need after what his mouth had been doing to her breasts. He let his tongue glide through her slit, aiming for her opening, pushing inside it. Pete definitely knew how to make her come and he could do it in no time at all, if time was of the essence, but he was taking his time that morning. He circled her clit with his tongue, flicking it and kissing it, and moved away from it again, sliding it back down to her entrance.
His fingers joined in, first tracing the same path through her sopping wet folds, giving his mouth a brief respite, and then plunging inside, pressing in deep. He worked two fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace while he gently sucked the folds in between his lips. Allison found herself getting so excruciatingly close to coming in response to everything he was doing, but each time he would back off, not letting her reach the climax yet.
"Oh God, Pete!" She couldn't restrain the words any longer as he pulled away from her clit again, preventing her from tipping over the edge.
"Do you like this?" He looked up at her from between her legs, a devious grin across his face.
"It's so good, but I don't think I can stand much more of it," she confessed.
"What would you like me to do?" His head tilted to the side, waiting.
"I need to come so bad," she breathed out the words, closing her eyes and feeling her face flush.
"Just ask nicely," there was a definite smile in his voice and his fingers picked up speed, driving into her.
"Pete, please," she probably couldn't blush any more intensely than she already had been, "please make me come, I really need it."
He didn't say anything in return, but his tongue was back on her, firmly licking her needy clit, and then sucking it in between his lips sharply. The pleasure that has been teetering on the very edge cascaded over her then. She felt herself shaking and shuddering while Pete continued to thrust his fingers inside.
"Holy shit!" she was crying out, pressing her hands to her chest. It felt phenomenal.
Pete had moved away, no doubt to get a condom, while she worked on calming her breathing again. He leaned over her, kissing her mouth, and when he pulled away, she saw that he was stroking himself. She couldn't explain why exactly she liked seeing that, what she found to be a turn-on about it, but seeing Pete's hand slide over the length of his cock made her thighs clench together.
