"Karen, you are being careful are you. I don't just mean about the sex, I also mean about getting hurt."
Some kids might have got pissed off with that sort of question from a parent. Mine had always been fairly transparent about what being a parent meant. And I wasn't presumptuous enough to just tell her I knew what I was doing. The fact was I was very exposed to being hurt by Greg. If for some reason he dumped me tomorrow, I probably go in to a six months funk. I had no reason to think that he would, but I was vulnerable just the same.
"I'm taking precautions mum. I'm attached enough to Greg that he would be able to hurt me, but I suppose that's just life isn't it?"
"Alright, but be careful won't you"
"I will. Will you talk to dad about him staying?"
That night mum caught me in the kitchen at a quiet moment after dinner and confirmed dad was cool about the idea. So there, I'd done it. Not only had I put beyond what must have been already thin doubts that I was in a sexual relationship with Greg, I'd negotiated for him to stay. As I've said before, my parents were never likely to freak about it, and all our long night walks along the beach must have been fairly suggestive anyway, but it's still a bit confronting to take a step that unambiguously admits that you're sleeping with someone. Greg of course equally had to admit to his parents where he'd be that night.
To take some of the awkwardness out of it, for the first night he was staying we just sort of treated it like Greg was coming to dinner again. That way the fact he was staying the night sort of snuck up on my brothers and they didn't really have a chance to tease me about it (not until the next day after Greg had gone anyway).
It was one of those sultry summer nights you get in this part of the coast and indeed got just about every night that summer. We'd actually had sex on the beach during the day - and been bonking like rabbits since the day we'd met - so when we went to bed, it wasn't in the expectation of having some bedhead banging sexual encounter that might make it all too obvious to my parents what was happening to their only daughter; especially given the way the bed squeaked with every movement.
It was axiomatic that we were going to go to bed naked. Greg had first shower, so by the time I'd finished mine and come back into the room wrapped in a towel, he was lying on the bed naked, a hand behind his head as he watched me. The curtains were drawn, which had been my normal nigh-time arrangement. However, while they were good for filtering the morning sun, they created a complete blackout situation in the room at night; neither moon light or the glow from the street lamps being able to penetrate them. That was much darker than I wanted it to be with the visual distraction that Greg presented, so I walked over to them and pulled them half open.
For all the sex we'd shared, the act of dropping the towel - of actually stripping and presenting myself naked and standing in front of him - was still a hurdle I had to steel myself for. It was quite different from him removing my clothes as we frolicked on the ground. At one level it was exciting just to be able to do that; it's just building up the confidence to do it took time. In the end I probably overcompensated. Instead of just turning off the light, dropping the towel and leaping into bed, I let it slide off my body as I sashayed with a wiggling bum, sucked in stomach and thrust out breasts from the curtains to the light fitting by the door. Then I turned full frontal toward him while I nonchalantly asked if he was ready for me to turn off the light.
It was only after I sidled into bed alongside him I realised I just done a strip tease for the neighbourhood; since while the light was on, the inside of my room was clearly visible from the street. A slight elevation to the house left anyone lying on the bed below the window sill line and thus out of sight. But standing up you were visible from the crutch up. Hopefully no-one had been passing by at this time of night.
Knowing we needed to resist the urge to do more, we cuddled up face to face, our legs intertwined and the flesh of my cheek lying lightly over the bridge of Greg's nose; his breath bringing a steamy tingle to the skin of my neck. I had one arm between his shoulder and his pillow, the other around his back. Greg's top hand was over the small of my back; the flat of his hand exerting just the lightest pressure drawing me in to him; the bottom suffering the 'spare elbow' effect of having nowhere to go. With the arm tucked up between our bodies his hand cupped my breast with the nipple quickly rising into the flesh of his palm. But above all else my mons was pushed firmly against the base of his cock.
He'd been partly aroused by my stripping in front of him. As our pubis's were pushed together his cock instantly engorged and pushed up between my thighs wedging itself along the floor of my front bottom where it completed its expansion, thickening to fill the valley and lengthening itself until the head extended beyond the cleft. Instantly I could feel my body respond; opening, engorging lubricating. My heart started to race. His shaft was being coated with my juices while his pre-cum dripped onto my thigh. I twisted my hips to bring my now enlarged clit into contact with the base of the shaft. The temptation to sway back and forwards was becoming irresistible. I did sway and was instantly aware of the squeaking of the bed. It couldn't be.
I pulled my hips away, sliding the full length of his surging shaft across my clit until it was freed and his monster throbbing boner dominated the space between our bodies. Bisecting my pubis, it pushed hard into the flesh of my stomach and with every movement it forcefully surged again; swelling and forcing itself deeper into the indentation it had already made there sliming my stomach with the pre-cum.
We started off with a sheet over us, but the night was so warm and the body heat in the small double bed so intense that was quickly cast off, just leaving our two naked bodies exposed on the bed. After a kiss goodnight it was surprising how quickly we fell asleep despite our state of arousal.
Of course our original position wasn't going to get us through the night. As various limbs complained about a lack of blood supply or overheating we had to progressively untangle ourselves. First our legs, then eventually we had to separate ourselves altogether. Mind you there was one limb of Greg's that never seemed to lack a blood supply.
As we tossed and turned in our sleep during the night we explored various ways of maximising the contact between our bodies. I recall at one point I half awoke to find Greg on his side facing toward me with a hand across my body as I lay on my back. I rolled over away from him, tucked his erection between the cheeks of my bum, brought his hand up to cup my breast and spooned hard into him and went back to sleep; finding him still there when I next stirred.
Eventually we spent the night with one of us on our back and the other on their side close alongside - an arm draped over the other and taking it in turns for the different positions as the night progressed.
In the morning, I woke up first. Greg was close alongside me sound asleep on his back. Now I had sort of known that even when their girlfriend isn't pressed up against them, guys had night erections; the expression 'morning glory' and other colloquialisms for them were at least on my radar. But I hadn't really contemplated what it meant until I looked down over Greg's stomach in the clear light of that morning. There it was, as big as I'd ever seen it, just lying along his body; seemingly going all the way to his navel. OK, well maybe his navel is a bit of an exaggeration, but only a little bit of a one. I was still quite curious about the male appendage. I had managed to have a bit of a look at it from time to time - especially while putting a condom on it. But this was the first time I'd got to really study it in detail. I was actually quite fascinated by its sculptured shape. Before seeing one, I supposed I'd thought of it more as a smooth straight rod with a rounded head; but that of course is not a very good description of one at all. For a while it was enough just to look at it; but eventually I was overcome by a desire to touch it.
