This picks up where Chapter 14 left off
When we got to my townhouse, she wrapped the small blanket around her body. The residue covering her was beginning to crust and crack. The blanket barely wrapped around her curves and stretched from her erect nipples to the middle of her ass. It was a sight to behold. We walked briskly up the walkway and into the entry to my home. She stepped through the door of my home and froze, unsure of how she'd gotten to this place in her life or what to do next.
I motioned to her. "Come on back here. I'll show you where the shower is."
"But...but...I have nothing to wear," she said meekly.
"I'll lay something out for you, okay?" She nodded and followed me down the hallway.
*****
The warm rush of water felt good flowing across her body. She could wash off the flakes of dried ejaculate the group of men had gifted her with, but she couldn't wash away the memory. Or the feeling.
So many men! So many erect penises! All desiring me! Wanting me! And I wanting them! How can that be?! I...I...I'm not that type of girl...am I? No! It's impossible! But I...I...did I actually enjoy that? How many orgasms did I have? I know I have an infatuation for Mark's...member. He always says I have an infatuation for all male members. Could he be right? That's impossible! Today was...was...an aberration. A moment of weakness. Yes, that's it!
I changed into a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, then rifled through my closet looking for something that she would wear and something I would enjoy her wearing. I finally settled on a white button down dress shirt. I was tall enough that I thought the length, while more than likely making her a little uncomfortable, would appease both of us. I laid the shirt on the bed and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey, Katherine," I said when I peeked my head through the door. She squeaked at the sudden appearance of my words. I saw the curve of her luscious body and her attempt to cover herself through the condensation on the long, plexiglass door of the shower.
Yum!
"Y-y-yes?"
"Need any help in there?" I chuckled.
"No, I most certainly do not!"
"Kidding! I'm kidding. I laid something for you to wear out on the bed. I'll be in the living room if you need me."
"T-t-thank you. Thank you very much." I took one last long look at the silhouette in the shower before I closed the door.
*****
30 minutes later she walked hesitantly into the living room. My jaw visibly dropped. That shirt had never looked so good! The lowest curve of the shirt fell mid-thigh. The sleeves were rolled up her arms. She had the buttons undone well into her cleavage. Her dark pink areolas and erect nipples were quite plain to see.
She looked down at herself. "This...this is all you have? You don't own any robes or the like?"
I laughed. "Do I look like someone who would wear a robe?"
"Yes, I suppose that's true." I was pretty sure I should've been offended at that comment. But seeing her there in that shirt forgave her. "So, how shall we handle tomorrow? I certainly can't go to work wearing this."
"Why not?" She frowned at me while I laughed. "Right, right. I think the best thing to do is you call in and say you're going to be late and I'll just call in sick. We'll go do some shopping and I'll take you back to your car."
"How can I go shopping? I can't wear this!"
"We'll throw a belt around it and you can call it a mini dress."
Her hands balled into fists and her jaw clenched. "Fine," she huffed.
"Can I get you something to eat or drink?"
"No, thank you. I've had a very long day."
Yeah, you have!
"I think I'm going to retire. Thank you for your kindness and hospitality."
I waved a dismissive hand at her. "No problem! Don't worry about it. Hey, listen, I should warn you, sometimes when I'm stressed or super tired, I might sleep walk." I've never sleep walked in my life.
Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my goodness! Is there something I should do if you do that tonight?"
"Well, you know, uh, never wake a sleepwalker unless you absolutely have to. And, you know, if, um, you hear the front door open, don't let me wander the streets like a zombie. Ha ha!"
"Oh my gosh! Yes, I'll do my best."
"But I hardly ever do that, so it shouldn't be a problem. Well, good night, Katherine. If you need anything, just let me know. I'll be out here. On my couch."
"Yes, yes. Thank you. Good night."
Of course, later that night I felt the need to sleepwalk. I stripped naked and, doing my best zombie walk, stumbled into my bedroom with my thick, hard pole leading the way.
Katherine felt a presence and opened her eyes. It took a second for her to focus on the dark shadow inches from her face. She gasped when she realized I was standing next to the bed and it was her object of infatuation that was pointing at her.
"Mark! What are you doing?!" she bellowed. She could see from the moonlight shining through the drapes I had a slight grin on my face and my eyes were closed.
Oh my goodness! I wonder if he's sleepwalking?!
"C'mon, Jenny, you know you want to," I mumbled.
Jenny? Does he think I'm Jenny?
"Uh, do what exactly, Mark?"
"You know you want to give me a blow job." I wanted to see the look on her face so badly! But I kept my eyes closed.
She gasped. "No! No I don't. Now...now...go back to, uh, bed."
My God! It looks even bigger in the dark!
"C'mon, Jenny, you know you want to. You love sucking my dick. I'll...I'll go back to bed as soon as you finish," I said in a low, monotone voice.
Katherine licked her lips without even thinking about it. She felt her body getting warm.
My God it looks delicious! One session of oral pleasure. What's it going to hurt? He thinks it's Jenny. He wouldn't even know it was me! And I'd be helping him get back to sleep. That poor man! Yes, it would be cruel to deny him in this state.
"Okay. But just a quick one. Then you'll go back to bed, okay?"
I couldn't stop the grin crossing my face. I slowly nodded my head. "Mmmmm hmmmmm."
She threw the covers off and sat up on the edge of the bed. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see she had taken the shirt off and was completely naked.
Oh yeah, that'll help speed things up!
She slowly raised her hand. I grunted when her warm, soft fingers wrapped themselves around my already throbbing shaft. I felt her hot breath rush across the bulbous head. I felt it pass her lips and warm moisture surround more and more of the shaft. I couldn't help but grunt again when her lips clamped down on me.
She quickly went to work. It was an odd sensation for both of us not to have my hands stuck to the back of her head or mauling her magnificent globes. I fought every natural urge I had to stand there, zombie like, silent and unemotional. The only sound in the bedroom was the sound of her playing my skin flute.
She felt the temperature of her body rise. The moisture between her legs began to leave a stain on the satin sheets.
My God! Am I becoming that aroused at simply orally pleasing this man?! How can that be?! This isn't how I was raised! I don't even become this aroused when Darren and I are having intercourse!
She couldn't help herself. She squeaked when her hand slipped between her legs and flicked at her raised clit. She slowly rubbed and pinched herself while her head bobbed.
I couldn't hold back the jerk and groan when I slipped into her throat. The pace of her head as well as her hand quickened. My balls slapped against her chin. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see the top of her head move to and fro. I could tell by the angle of her arm where her hand was. It was all I could take.
The explosion in her mouth caught Katherine completely by surprise. She had become used to some kind of warning and demand. We were both shocked at how still my body stayed while I gushed down the back of her throat. The suddenness of it caused her to initially cough and gag, spitting cum and saliva down my shaft and into my groin.
She finally pulled her face away and swiped her forearm across her chin. Much to my surprise, she pointed my mast skyward and dove her face in, licking me from ball sack to tip and licking me clean.
She finally pulled back and looked into my still face. "How as that?"
Without any movement, I whispered, "That was good."
That was good?!
"Good. Now, go back to bed."
I nodded my head slightly. "I'll go back to bed." I turned and walked away. But, instead of walking towards the door, I turned and walked around the end of the bed.
"Where are you going, Mark?"
"Back to bed," I slurred. I pulled back the sheets on the opposite side of Katherine and methodically climbed into bed.
"Wha-wha-what are you doing?" Katherine asked with alarm.
"Going back to bed," I muttered as I threw the sheets over me and rolled over.
"B-b-but, you were sleeping on the couch!"
"Mmmmmm, I'm going back to bed," I said dreamily.
Katherine huffed.
He's asleep. He won't cause any trouble. It is his bed after all.
Katherine convinced herself it would be fine. She fell back into the warmth of the pillowtop cushion and pulled the covers back over herself.
She had no sooner done that when I rolled over. She froze when I pressed against her and wrapped my arm around her.
Don't wake a sleepwalker unless you absolutely have to.
"Mark! What are you doing?!" she whispered.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice," I whispered in her ear. "Not as good as Katherine, but it was nice."
Not as good as Katherine?!
Her heart skipped a beat.