My whole body was tense, from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingers and all the way through the tips of the hairs on my head. It had been four days since I had relieved myself sexually and I thought that if I didn’t get a chance soon I would probably explode. The hotel door opened and my boyfriend slipped through, something in his eyes glimmering in the way I imagined my own were, and I’m afraid that I pounced on him.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, pulling on his shirt and dragging him towards the bed. “I think that I’m going to go crazy, here!”
David’s hands grabbed me and pulled me close to him, his lips finding mine and capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.
“Cindy,” he whispered against me, his arms crushing my breasts against him. “My mom’s going to come up any minute.”
My eyes wandered towards the door, towards the knob that at any second could turn and allow my boyfriend’s mother to enter the room. Looking back at David I sighed deeply and pushed away, falling back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. My body was on fire, my insides twisting and turning with burning heat that only he, or another man, or maybe a woman, or perhaps my hand or my dildo…that only he could satisfy! I thirsted for him, for his cock deep inside me, his mouth on my breasts and his hands on my bottom, thrusting deeper and deeper until I exploded!
What would the harm be if his mother came in? She’d see us having sex. David and I had been living together for three years. His mother had to know we were having sex, or at least suspect it. After all, the two of us were living, breathing, youths. He was twenty-three, far past being a virgin, and I was twenty. With a body like mine who would doubt my virginity in this day and age? Maybe his mother…
The bed jiggled as my boyfriend fell down beside me, his arms seeking my body and pulling me towards him again.
“Let’s have sex,” David said, throatily, into my ear. I shook my head and tried to turn away, my body twisting in his arms. Instead of letting me go he pulled me closer, his arms locked around me tightly. I could feel his cock pushing against the back of my leg, the hard staff rubbing softly as his lips caressed my neck. “Let’s just do it,” he said again, lust in his voice.
“David,” I moaned, reaching around my back and touching his cock. The stiff member seemed to jump at my touch, pushing against my hand as I rubbed it softly. I knew that David was in just as much physical anguish as I was, and there was nothing I wanted more than to relieve him of the stress.
“No, no,” he argued. Ignoring his protests I rubbed him through his pants, my fingers wrapping around him and tugging him towards my body. I split my legs and threw one over his waist, straddling him backwards, and rubbed my jean-covered slit on his own blocked staff.
“Why did I ever agree to this?” I said, mostly to myself, my eyes rolling towards the back of my head. It had been weeks ago when I got the call from David’s mother asking if it would be all right with us if the whole family shared the same hotel room. David’s mother and me sleeping in one bed; David and his brother in the other. Not two feet away from the woman who may some day be my future mother-in-law, I felt a bit awkward thinking about sex at night, and instead of satisfying the thirst for sex I was feeling I lay there as stiff as a brick, my eyes shut tight, struggling to get to sleep before I disgraced myself somehow.
“We’ll be home soon,” David said into my ear, his whisper less controlled now as he pushed himself towards my pants, rubbing against me and causing me to moan with a frustrated pleasure. “We’ll be home and then we won’t have to worry about this.”
The sound of his voice in my ear along with the warmth of his breath on my face as he said it caused my body to tense again. I needed it now, and I didn’t care what the risks were.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice deep and guttural, twisting my head to press my lips against his. He eagerly kissed me, his tongue almost plunging into my mouth as I moaned against his body. My hips began to rise and fall in the motions of sex, my slit rubbing against his hard cock.
Groaning against me David shook his head again, his lips reluctantly parting from mine with a slick jerky motion. He twisted his face away and dropped his arms from around my body, shifting his hips so that he was no longer underneath me. Shutting my eyes tight I struggled to regain my normal composure, struggling to cool down my face and keep my breathing even.
“I’m sorry Cindy,” David apologized, his voice heavy with a combination of lust and regret. “I just don’t want my mom to see…know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” I said, still concentrating on the breaths of air entering and departing from my system. Slowly I was coming down from the peak of ecstasy, the point where my body would take control and my mind would be completely set aside. I didn’t want Linda to see us any more than David did, but there were some risks that I thought I was willing to take.
I turned over to my side, spooning David’s large body, and wrapped my leg over his hip again. Playing gently with his cock, still rock hard, with my bare foot, I leaned over and whispered in to his ear.
“We could go in the bathroom,” I suggested, trying to make my voice seductive. I was afraid that with the level of my need at that point there would be no seduction, only an eager, begging tone. It seemed to work, though, because David groaned again, struggling to remain stiff underneath my leg and not succumb to my pleading.
“Cindy,” he whimpered, his body relaxing slightly. I took this moment of weakness in hand and reached over his body with my arm, grasping for his hard cock and toying with it slightly. The thickness in my hand made my body ache even more for him, and I rubbed my crotch against his leg.
“Come on,” I whispered, nudging him slightly. With seeming reluctance David rolled over, off the bed, and put his feet on the floor. I let him roll out of my grasp and watched him as he walked slowly towards the bathroom, stepping over my suitcase as he went.
This would be it; the moment I’d been waiting for for nearly a week was at hand. Scurrying off the bed I chased after him in almost a comical way. In my mind I was like a dog, panting with my tongue half hanging out of my mouth, running over to my master to hump his leg.
