The hotel phone rang at 6:30, waking Wes up. The girl in his arms answered.
“Hi Mom,” she said. “Mmmm, thank you. I’m excited, too. I think I’ll have a chance if I get through today… Yes I sound sleepy, it’s an hour earlier here… It’s called jet lag, leave me alone… I’ll call after I get back to the hotel. Love you. Give Dad a kiss. Bye bye.”
Wes held Sylvia in a sleepy embrace. He wormed his hand up her tank top and fondled her breast, with his other arm pinned underneath wrapped across her tummy.
“You’re wearing me out,” Sylvia said.
“You love it.”
He heard her smile. “I do,” she purred.
Wes moved his hand into her sweatpants. He felt her muscles tense slightly as he ran his fingers across her smooth, bald pussy. Slowly Wes began to rub her clitoris and the soft covering flesh, growing warmer by the moment.
“Mmmmmmm,” Sylvia moaned. She pushed her pants down and spread her knees apart, allowing Wes to touch what he wished. Wes kissed her shoulder, then tunneled under the covers. He now laid on his stomach licking Sylvia’s labia and clitoris, slowly, forcefully, with the skill of a surgeon. The bottom half of his body stuck out from the bedsheets. He held Sylvia by her hips as he lapped at her with gentle repetition.
Wes realized he had never truly tasted a girl before, although he’d performed oral sex a few times. It was one thing to suck on a clit, but quite another to drink the girl like a fine wine. Sylvia’s pussy produced thick streams of cream as well as trickles of fluid, all running together and covering her pussy in a glistening film. The juices tasted like bland cream cheese spiked with a musky spice, similar to sweat but not as strong or as salty. He wanted to eat Sylvia for breakfast everyday.
“Oh Wes,” she cried softly. “Wes, god it’s so good, it’s so good… make me cum…” She stopped talking and made sensual noises. She dug her hands into Wes’s hair. He sensed her orgasm approaching.
Suddenly, the hotel room door opened. Wes moved like a cat, slipping out from under the covers, flinging himself onto the other bed. He laid on top of the bedspread and hugged a pillow, pretending to be asleep. He knew Faith couldn’t see how fast his heart was beating, but he worried anyway that she might.
“Asshole,” Faith yelled louder than she needed to. “Time to wake up. Get out of here.”
Sylvia sat up as though she’d been asleep. Wes almost laughed at the way she tried to hide that her pants were off. “I thought you left your key for Wes,” she said.
“I took it when I was here at 3:00. Besides, it’s not like you went to see the movie. Liars.” She shoved Wes. “Come on, I have to get ready.”
Wes said, “You were nice to me the first night.”
“Yeah, and Roger was nice to me the first night. Shit rolls downhill. Beat it.”
Wes sat up, still trying to act sleepy. Fatigue bore a resemblance to sleepiness, and he was definitely fatigued. Before he left the room, he had an idea. He took Sylvia’s key from the desk and left. Instead of hitting the elevator button, he went to the stairwell and looked through a crack in the door. Wes would have waited for an hour to slip back into the room, but he only had to wait about twenty minutes. Faith exited the room looking clean. She joined a group of girls at the elevators, and they all went down to breakfast. Before anyone else could leave their room, Wes silently sprinted back to Sylvia’s door and used the key to slip inside.
He heard Sylvia in the shower. Trying to stay quiet, he took off his sleeping clothes and sneaked into the bathroom, turning the light off as he entered.
“Faith, dammit, turn the light on.”
“Okay,” Wes said in a falsetto.
“Wes?” Sylvia said.
Wes locked the bathroom door and stepped into the shower. Sylvia threw her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately, as though they’d been apart for years.
“How did you know Faith was going to breakfast?” Sylvia asked between kisses.
“I didn’t. I was waiting in the stairwell.”
“That’s silly. It’s 6:45, she could have waited hours before going.”
“I would have waited hours.”
Wes plunged his hands into Sylvia’s wet hair and kissed her hard again. Their bodies slid frictionless together. Sylvia stroked Wes’s cock, which needed no persuading to firm up.
“Let’s finish what we started,” Wes said. He put his back against the tiles and braced his feet against the bottom of the tub. Sylvia lifted her leg over him and hopped up as Wes grabbed her ass.
“You’re so strong,” Sylvia said, sounding sincere. She reached down and took Wes’s cock in her hand.
“You’re beautiful,” Wes said, aiming himself at the girl’s hole.
“I need you so bad,” Sylvia said almost too softly to hear over the rushing water. Wes’s penis slid effortlessly into Sylvia’s vagina, burrowing without friction down to the testicles. Sylvia constricted her vagina walls around the thick member.
“Goddamn!” Wes groaned. “How did you learn to do that?”
Sylvia knew exactly what he meant. “I practiced on a dildo. I’ve never tried it during sex.”
“Don’t stop,” Wes begged. The girl he supported bounced up and down, performing the easiest sex Wes had ever enjoyed. She came quickly after they began, then held on tight as Wes pounded up into her. He held her close to him, savoring the sensation of her slick, naked chest and stomach rubbing up against him. The water made her ass slick and a bit difficult to hold, but he held on for dear life, and she pulled against his neck with her own arms. Suddenly Wes felt his ejaculation crashing out of his throbbing cock, sputtering into the girl.
Wes carefully bent down, allowing Sylvia to extract her genitals off of the throbbing pole, and he continued to descend until he sat in the tub. Sylvia sat with her back to him. They lay silent as the water beat down on them, giving the sensation of a relentless hot rainfall. Wes liked the feeling of his hard cock sliding against Sylvia’s back. He fondled her tits slowly and danced his fingers through her soaked hair.
“I missed you,” Wes said.
Sylvia was a long time silent before she said, “We’re becoming codependent.”
“Yeah,” Wes replied.
Another silence. Then Sylvia said, “We don’t talk anymore.”
Wes chuckled. “I noticed that.”
“This isn’t like me.”
“Me either.”
Sylvia said, “My last boyfriend only wanted sex. At first we talked about books and movies, but eventually he just wanted to do it all the time.”
“You know I’m serious about you,” Wes said swiftly, almost interrupting her. “And I’d never want to risk doing anything to make you not like me. But if you compare me to a past lover again, I’m going to get pissed.”
Sylvia laughed hard. Her boobs bounced in Wes’s hands. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Wes said with a smile. He sighed. “Maybe we can talk about books and movies again when we get back to school.”
Sylvia asked, “What do you think will happen?”
