All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo
This is part 9 of a longer work, "Brick House."
Chapter 11
The flukish fall heat wave continued unabated into October; a stubborn, grasping presence. Some of the newer, more modern dorms, inhabited for the most part by jocks and children of boosters, were air conditioned, but the cheap, Eisenhower-era apartments that lined the edge of the campus' Stadium district had no such amenities. Kate and I were literally sweating over some homework one afternoon when I decided a break was in order.
"It's too freakin' hot, we need to get these clothes off," I said, swabbing sweat from my brow.
Kate swatted me on the arm. "Doofus," she said, chiding me playfully. "If we do that you know the studying is going to come to a grinding halt. Pun intended." I had been having a pretty difficult time concentrating anyway. The first couple hours had gone well, and I had pretty well nailed down the final drafts for a couple class projects while we listened to Maroon 5 sing something catchy about Mick Jagger. After that, though, my attention had wandered. Kate was wearing a red tank-top-like garment with a swooping neckline and thin, thin straps that was like this incredibly flimsy cage enclosing a couple of healthy, robust wild animals that were raring to get out. If anything, it was even more enticing than the Lycra top that had moved me to passion—or exquisite horniness, anyway—a few weeks before. Just as had happened when Kate studied next to me wearing the aforementioned Lycra garb, I repeatedly found myself staring over at Kate's cleavage instead of proofreading my research paper. Did she really think there was any way we wouldn't end up in bed when she came over clothed in such a fashion, especially in hundred degree weather? If so, Kate was either less savvy in the ways of the male beast that I had thought or pretending to be lacking such savvy.
"Sure, but we can get back to the books after dinner. There'll be plenty of time this evening, and it'll be easier to work when it's cooler." A sheen of perspiration was visible on Kate, and I was keenly aware that this rendered the exposed inner swells of her breasts even more prominent than they otherwise would have been. The word that kept coming to mind was "succulent." They were wondrously, mouth-wateringly succulent. "Look her in the eyes, look her in the eyes," I told myself, determined to avoid coming across like some pathetically horny teenager. I was beginning to like my stunning pseudo-semi-maybe-girlfriend enough that her opinion of me was a genuine concern, and I didn't want to seem desperate or immature.
Kate put her palms to her forehead in mock distress. "I say, sir, you are the very soul of foul temptation!" She could manage a pretty passable Scarlett O'Hara impression when she put her mind to it.
I couldn't help but laugh. "That's so weird—it's like something Dean would say."
Now Kate moved her hands from her forehead to my shoulders, gazing into my eyes as if seeking some revelation. I could tell she was stifling a laugh. "So, you've been providing temptation to... Dean?"
"Come on, you southern-fried vixen," I said, pulling Kate toward the bathroom. "We'll shower in cool water and then, you know, take a break." I tried to sound casual and playful, keeping any hint of neediness out of my voice.
"I don't know, I've got four more pages to do. Besides, your friends will back pretty soon. Remember what happened the last time we snuggled in the afternoon? I just about died of embarrassment. As much as I'm getting accustomed to that sort of thing, I don't know that I can handle getting walked in on again."
None of my roommates were present, but all of them had afternoon classes that wrapped up around this time. We knew Sam planned to bring Yolanda over and Al's current "friend with benefits" Lana, the subject of our recent conversation concerning the shaving of unmentionables, was going to be dropping by as well. She was a tall, slender girl, fresh out of high school. Lana had been a prom queen, done some modeling, and quite frankly seemed pretty far out of Al's league. I suspected she was going to phase Al out of her life once she selected from amongst the more eligible suitors that were pursuing her, and so did he, but Al was determined to make the best of things until then.
I leaned over Kate, pressing my lips and into a particularly sensitive spot between the base of her neck and her right shoulder—a region she was prone to stimulating on me as well. Kate reacted immediately with a sharp intake of breath. "Ah... cheater..." she squeaked in high, choked voice. My tongue traced the line of her clavicle and I scooted closer, wrapping my arms around her and running my hands up and down between the tops of her shoulders and the innermost concavity of her lower back. Her skin was salty and ineluctably sweet. How could it be, I wondered, that fresh perspiration could actually make some women smell even more alluring? I felt Kate shiver.
"Fine, fine, we can get in the shower," Kate sighed with feigned reluctance. "You dog, you're probably trying to time it so your buddies get to see me naked again."
It had been over a week since I had disrobed her in front the guys. Kate and I had slept together a couple times since but the timing had been such that the other apartment dwellers where either asleep or away at the time, so they hadn't seen her undress.
"You wish, showoff," I rejoined, pulling off my unpleasantly damp t-shirt. We managed to find just the right temperature in the shower and the two of us were thoroughly refreshed by the time we stepped out. As had been the case the last time we'd shared such an experience, we were also pretty aroused. The water had been just cool enough to bring Kate's nipples to attention, and I had licked them until she squealed, but not so chilly as to keep my cock from hardening. After we dried off I scooped Kate up in a cradle carry, depositing her on my bed with aplomb. I joined her there, squeezing an incredibly full breast and taking the nipple into my mouth.
"You forgot," Kate said, panting, "... you forgot the blanket." She tugged at the edge of the bed sheet as if trying to cover up with it, but it was snarled beneath us.
"You've gotta be kidding, it's way too hot," I shot back. I was awash in sexual excitement and annoyed by the thought of anything interrupting what I was doing, however briefly. I moved toward the foot of the bed, squatting near Kate's feet and sliding my hands between her knees.
"But they'll be back any minute," Kate stammered nervously.
