(This is my entry for the National Nude Day Contest 2024. If you like it, please give me a good vote, it would mean a lot!! Thank you for reading!!)
Free To Be Free
"Hush!"
Holly stiffened as she heard movement in the hall. It passed by and she relaxed. Tom was kneeling between her legs, and had just got her knickers down to her knees. He was frozen stiff in a way that almost made her giggle. Then she realised giggling would give them away.
They couldn't go on like this.
"Shall I keep going?" he whispered.
She nodded, and leaned back, trying to get back into the moment. Her parents knew Tom was here, but they would freak out if they knew what she was letting him do. God knows why. She was twenty three! He was twenty two. She closed her eyes and tried to forget about them. She felt her knickers slide down past her ankles. Tom lifted her feet gently to remove them. She smiled. Some men would have torn them off. He was always so careful. Of course, he had to be. There could be no wild movements, no raised voices. Just whispers and kisses. Cuddles and muffled climaxes. She didn't even know what sort of a lover he might really be. Her parents knew he stayed over, of course, but they were forbidden to fuck. That was gross. Her mum's word for it. Even now, after almost a year dating, a sudden knock might grace the door at any moment. An unexpected coffee. A random question about whether they were too cold? The question would come with a curious glance, a faint distaste.
It was tiring.
They waited until the house was silent, and then they simply tried to share something. Holly felt her legs be pushed apart, and Tom's breath was brushing against her sex. She reached down and stroked his hair. He still had pyjama bottoms on, and a shirt. She had a long t-shirt. They could throw themselves into a modest scene if a knock demanded it. Between their clothes and the lights being off, they felt oddly disconnected from each other.
She felt his tongue grace her clit, and she bit her lip. He loved slowly teasing her. He loved pleasing her, making it feel good. She had only been with two men before him, one selfish and one useless. He was the first one to make her cum.
She remembered when he'd done it. Licking and licking until she knew something was going to happen. He didn't get bored or distracted, just let her get to the moment. She had bitten into a pillow while he'd tongue fucked her over the edge. Afterwards she'd laid there panting, and he'd stroked her legs. The fear of someone overhearing her had trampled over the moment. She remembered how he had cuddled her. He had been so proud, making her cum like that. Then he'd rolled her over, and kissed her bum while she'd bit the pillow again.
He'd called her pillow-biter, after that. Their little joke. She smiled.
"Okay?" he whispered. She felt him pause, and could tell he was looking up at her. He was always reading her face for signs of pleasure.
"Remembering," she whispered back. "Your tongue makes me remember your tongue." She didn't know if that made sense or not, but he kissed her thigh as if encouraged. She wished they could really talk. Have loving, in depth, in the moment exchanges. Reminisce. Laugh. Share ideas.
These were orgasms on eggshells.
His tongue was back inside her. She reached for her pillow and hugged it with one arm. She spread her legs as wide apart for him as she could. She loved doing that. Such a small but seismically intimate action. Her free hand grabbed at his hair, pushing, pulling at him. His tongue was probing inside her, licking at her clit and then curling as if trying to collect the flavour he found there. God. Such an intimate sensation. He was so slow. So gentle.
"Please," she whispered. It was almost a hiss.
She felt him hesitate for a second, and hated it. They were both aware of her parents in the bedroom across the hall. Her little sister was in the room next door. The house was achingly silent. It felt as though the walls were leaning in, creeping towards them, straining to hear something.
Tom began to move more deliberately. He was sucking on her clit now, he knew she loved that. Holly brought her pillow to her face. There was a damp patch on the corner which had faint teeth indentations. This was her muffler. She bit into it when she had to. It felt sexy, but mainly frustrating.
Holly let out a small whimper and shoved her face into the pillow. Her breath made the fabric warm and moist. She lifted her hips to meet his tongue. The bed shifted slightly beneath them. He pushed her down and she froze. After a moment, Tom kept going. Oh, the heaven of a loving tongue.
Holly was sweating. It was summer. The top window across from the bed was open, giving them another slice of vulnerability. It was hot in the room. God, she wanted to scream. She wanted to have fun, to tell him to give her more. But more would be dangerous. She wanted him to shift position, replace his tongue with his cock. But that would be disastrous. They had only been able to have full sex three times, and she hadn't been able to keep quiet once.
The first time had been in a spare bedroom at a friend's house. They'd stayed over after a house party and collapsed into bed. In the middle of the night kissing and cuddling had given way to all out fucking. It was nothing wild, just him on top, but she'd been too happy to be quiet. Her friend had smiled at her the next morning, and Holly realised she'd heard everything. Fortunately they had both laughed it off. She was happy that Holly was happy.
The second time had been at Tom's, when he briefly had a free house. They had fucked in his room. More honestly they had made love. It had been slow and languid for the most part. They had all the time in the world. They'd talked about their insecurities. He thought he was too skinny. She thought she was overweight, and that boys hated her mousy hair and freckles. He had listened seriously, and told her how cute he thought she was. "You've got eyes so blue I could swim in them, lips I could kiss all day, hips I could grab forever." He had said it all so earnestly. She had burst out laughing, but he'd meant it. And he was trying to be- wanted to be- romantic.
That was probably when she'd properly fallen for him.
Their third time had been almost a month ago. They'd come back to her house early and found it empty. They had quickly gone upstairs and got into bed. Even then they couldn't enjoy it, they were waiting for a door to slam downstairs. It had felt amazing though. She had taken control, pulling his clothes off. He had a lovely cock, six inches, quite thick. Didn't hurt, it felt just right. She had got to her knees and sucked him, but they'd had a hundred stealthy blowjobs, she'd needed him inside her. She'd got on her hands and knees, and told him to be quick.
God. The memory of that made her breath quicken. Him behind her, his hands grabbing her hips. His excitement. A wet tongue. Then a finger. Then his cock. That delightful progression. All too soon he was inside her, groaning at the sensation. He'd made it sound like entering her was the most delicious thing in the world. He'd started to slowly pump, and it had felt so so good, but they hadn't known how much time they had.
In the end nerves got to her. She didn't want dad shouting at them, banning Tom from staying over. She'd told him to be quick. She'd counted the strokes, enjoying each fulfilling thrust. He made it to ten before she felt him quickly pulling out, and something warm crisscrossing her bottom.
Holly was biting the pillow hard. All she could think of was his cock. A big orgasm was building inside her. Oh no. Shit. Should she make him stop?
She reached down and pulled quickly at his hair. He looked up at her in surprise. She was panting. Her shirt clung to her sweat slick chest. She shook her head. "Going to be loud," she whispered. "Very."
He looked frustrated, but took a deep breath and moved back slightly. "Okay."
