The Long Weeend 02 - Friday

Day 2: Friday

Morning came to me early.

My first coherent thought of the day was that I'd had a wonderful dream that night. I don't often remember my dreams, but this was different. It was vivid. Not at all like the few that I do remember. Most of my dreams would abruptly end when they reached the 'good parts,' if there were any 'good parts.'

This

dream involved me and Lisa - my landlord's daughter, a friend and nothing more - of all people, doing things that I've fantasized about doing to -

with

- her on more than one occasion.

I smiled a dirty little smile to myself. It was

quite

the nice dream.

My second coherent thought of the day was that I had morning wood. Not a surprise.

Not after

that

dream.

My third coherent thought was that my erection felt warm and wet.

I hope I didn't just have a wet dream!

Probably. It

was

so vivid, though!

Opening my eyes to the early morning light, I looked up at the sloped ceiling in my bedroom. I was at my university apartment, but it was summer, between semesters. It was hot, but not oppressively so, and since the front of the house faced west-ish, the bedroom didn't get blasted with direct morning sunlight. There were bright bars of sunlight shining on the far wall in the living room - extending, somewhat, into the bedroom - but the light in bed was entirely indirect. Sunlight only shines onto the far wall like that for less than half an hour, or so, after sunrise.

Isn't this Friday? Isn't it

supposed

to be? I should be sleeping in!

The bright sky visible out the front windows did a fair job of filling in most shadows.

I was naked. Not an unusual occurrence, given how warm it can get in the attic apartment in summer. I'd forgotten to turn on the fan last night.

Glancing toward the foot of the bed, I was greeted with a view that, due to position and alignment, looked somewhat like a bushy tree. There was a thin, wet-looking, gnarly, flesh-colored tree trunk which changed in length as a dark-sandy-colored crown of short, curly leaves moved up and down with two low, creamy-colored hills behind it in the distance.

It wasn't a dream, after all. Good!

After a few moments admiring the view, I found my voice and said "I don't want to interrupt anything, but what are you doing?" The leaves stopped their repeating motion and tilted up to unhide Lisa's face looking up at me, half of my erection still in her mouth.

Now the tree had eyes.

A slightly garbled reply came to me as she spoke around the dick in her mouth. It sounded something like "Watt too you tennnk?" The vibrations this sent through me were wonderful.

When I didn't reply immediately, she raised her head up, letting my dick slip out of her mouth with a wet pop of her lips. "What do you think?" she now said

much

more clearly, confirming my own interpretation of her question.

"I got that. It was more of a rhetorical question, anyway. Please don't stop. And, despite my question, I'm quite able to make a reasonable guess as to your actions," I said with a smile. "But... shouldn't you have politely asked before doing that? Or, at least, broadly telegraphed your intentions to me beforehand? It would be nice to know when I'm being taken advantage of beforehand. I was asleep, after all. No opportunity to consent. Bad girl!"

She was at the foot of the bed, on all fours, now leaning her chin - more than a touch uncomfortably, to be honest - on my penis.

Upon being called a 'bad girl,' she snorted, gave my dick one last, long, slow lick from base to tip, then crawled up my body making full contact, liberally dragging her breasts against my skin -

her nipples felt wonderful

- to snuggle up to my right side, pressing her body tightly against me, her head again on my shoulder. Her hand began doing its thing again, playing with my chest hair and rubbing from chest to belly.

I gave Lisa a frown. "What the fuck, Lise? Don't start something you're not prepared to finish!"

"Oh, you'll live!" she replied. "Sorry, but I don't have any coffee for you."

"Or fishnet stockings," I stage-whispered just loudly enough to be heard in the cheap seats.

Lisa snorted in reply, then reached down and gently wrapped her hand around my throbbing dick, giving it a brief, playful squeeze.

"Don't you remember what I said about 'no boundaries' this weekend? It applies to you, too," she said into my chest.

"I wasn't aware of that. But that just reminds me that

I

was accused of failing to provide

you

with the rules not so long ago. I'll have to bear it in mind.

"Does this mean my ass is at risk this weekend?" I added.

"Yes, actually," she replied. "If mine's at risk, so is yours."

"Wonderful," I said, "my ass will be puckered in mortal fear."

I raised an eyebrow in speculation. "Does that comment mean I can..." I trailed off.

"It could, but you'll actually have to ask nicely, though, for that," was Lisa's coy reply.

I let that thought simmer for a moment, then moved on, but not before letting my hand wander down her back to lightly stroke her ass with my fingertips.

"I seem to recall someone, who shall remain nameless, you'll note, telling me that she wouldn't stop me from sleeping in all weekend," I said. "This strikes me as being awfully early to be considered 'sleeping in' by anyone. Care to comment on that observation?"

"I have no idea what you might be referring to," she replied. "Am I keeping you up? Should I leave?"

"Yes... well, no," I said in reply. "Leaving would be a bit too extreme a reaction.

"By the way, as things have gone so far," I continued, "I haven't actually

asked

for much of anything up to this point. I'll admit to more than a twinge of guilt at that."

"You don't need to," Lisa said.

She raised her head off my shoulder to slip her hand up and lay her palm on my chest. Then she rested her chin on the back of her hand, looking up at me. "I told you that there are no boundaries and you should take advantage of that."

"

More

advantage, you mean?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I'm not sure how much advantage I

can

take of that. I'm not really wired that way," I said.

"Anyway, while I know this may sound ridiculously self-serving - because it is - in that same permissive vein, you can kiss and lick and suck my dick any time you want," I went on, "Feel free."

She smiled up at me. "Thanks. I'll take you up on that. I'd have to say that you managed to get in a few good licks yourself, last night. But the little guy woke up before you did. Looked really angry again, too." She briefly rubbed him while she talked about him as if he wasn't even there, listening. "Seems to be a common theme with him. I didn't want him to feel unloved."

"Well... mission accomplished!" I said. "Be careful, though, he might act all angry-at-the-world just to evoke further attention. Such attention would, of course, be greatly appreciated by all parties. It's something I absolutely love."

"What do you love?" she asked, grinning. "His getting 'angry at the world' or the attention he gets because of being 'angry'?"

"Both, now that I think about it," I said. "But, mostly the attention."

She licked one of my nipples, slid her hand up to lightly stroke my neck and shoulder, then settled her cheek more firmly against my shoulder, reaching down again to aimlessly trace her short nails around on my penis. It throbbed a bit more in response to her touch.

"Sorry for ending the night so early last night," I said. "I really wanted to play some more but I was already pretty tired to begin with and coming hard like that just knocks me out.

"It's usually a real struggle for me to stay awake after something like that."

"Oh," Lisa sighed, "I suppose I can forgive you

this

time."

Then she went on in a threatening tone "But

don't

let it happen again.

Or else!

"

I have to admit that she said her line quite realistically, and I would have believed she was actually angry about it, except that she giggled right after her perfect delivery.

I grinned, then looked back up at the ceiling, enjoying the general press of her body and the more directed touch of her wandering fingers.

Eventually I said questioningly to the room in general "'Little guy'?"

"Yes," she replied. I could hear the grin in her voice. "I've seen him now when he isn't angry at the world and I have to say 'little' is not an entirely unfair word to use. You're definitely a 'grower.' He's not little at this moment, of course, but it seems he can be, at times."

"

Ouch!

That hurts!" I said. "You wound me!"

"I'm sure you'll survive," was Lisa's blithe response to so casually injuring my pride.

"It was actually kind of cool watching him wake up and get angry. He has a surprisingly wide range of...

stature

, let's say," she said with a grin. "He goes from little and lifeless to tall and

rigid

when he gets angry.

"And he blew up like a balloon!" she said with a laugh. "A very hard balloon."

I frowned, but she couldn't see it. I wasn't at all sure that I liked that analogy.

"Not to change the subject, or anything, but it doesn't seem like he had a chance to throw up on you again," I said, instead.

"No. Not yet, at least. Give him time," she said, looking back up at me briefly, smiling widely, before resting her cheek on my shoulder again. "I was hoping to watch him shoot.

"Actually," she went on after a few moments, "what I

really

wanted to do was to straddle you and mount you, but I didn't think I could get a rubber on without waking you. I wanted to surprise you."

Given that I slept through enough movement that you could get out of bed, crawl between my legs and start sucking away at my dick, you might have managed it. I'm usually not what people would call a light sleeper.

"Consider me surprised," I said.

"By the way, you snore," she said with a contemplative expression, "pretty loudly, too. I'm glad my bedroom downstairs is so far away from yours. I'm kind of surprised that I haven't heard it before. Maybe I

have

and just didn't identify it for what it actually was. I wonder if Don can hear it from his bedroom! His bedroom is almost directly beneath us."

"I assure you that I do not!" I replied indignantly. "I stayed awake one night to investigate this very same allegation unjustly leveled at me by some other uncouth barbarian and heard nothing of the sort! Why would people make such a groundless accusation? People are out to sully my reputation, I tell you. Please tell me you're not one of

them

!"

"I'm not! Honest!" she said around a little giggle.

I slapped her nicely-shaped ass more than a bit lightly where my hand had been gently fondling it.

"

Oowwww...

Meanie!" she complained as she massaged her backside. "That reminds me. Your ass is fuzzy," she said with a blossoming grin. "I didn't notice it downstairs, but I could feel it last night. Felt like your ass was wearing a sweater. I didn't want to distract you by mentioning it at the time because you seemed to be concentrating nicely on fucking me. I may not have been paying as much attention as I could have at the time, too, so I couldn't be certain. I visually confirmed it this morning after sunrise, though. It's fuzzy, alright! Much of you is."

I rolled my eyes at that one. There wasn't much I could say to counter it. There

was

available physical evidence that

could

possibly be interpreted as supporting her scandalous charge.

Instead of directly challenging her slander, I slid my hand down her back again and said "Yours is nice and smooth," while I briefly caressed the subject in question in silent apology for the slap. I returned my arm around her shoulders, then leaned my head down to kiss the top of her head.

With my face buried in her curly shock of hair, I suddenly grinned and said "If you're still interested in 'surprising' me, I can promise that you wouldn't be running a risk of waking me up."

"You have an excellent point there," she said. "And you called

me

a Rules Mechanic."

At this, she slid herself downward and, at the same time pushed herself up to balance on her left knee and outstretched left arm, then rolled over me to get on her hands and knees above me. She then pushed herself back and sat on my lower thighs, her legs outside mine.

I was enjoying the view. She was an only slightly shadowed silhouette and she looked fine in contrast to the sunlight-bright wall behind her.

My view's fineness was further enhanced when she reached down with one hand to grasp my erection in a loose grip and begin to slowly stroke it. Her free hand reached lower between my legs to lightly rub my testicles.

Without missing a beat, she leaned forward and sucked in the head of my penis. She then slid her mouth down a bit more and I could feel her tongue swishing around a good deal of saliva. When she straightened back up, she left the head

very

wet and she slid her hand up to rub it all around my penis, making it easier to stroke me.

She spent a couple of enjoyable minutes staring in rapt attention at her hand slow-stroking me, rising and falling on the slick skin.

It was interesting watching her watching her hand.

Eventually, she looked up at me and said "The Little Guy," I could hear her use capitals, this time, "has an important mission to accomplish and he's not dressed for the exertions to come. Can someone —

anyone!

— properly outfit our intrepid hero for his arduous mission?"

I laughed and said "Yes, Ma'am! Right away, Ma'am! As you command, Ma'am!" as I reached over my head to fumble around in the headboard for the box of condoms.

I removed one from the box, ripped the foil wrapper open, then extracted the condom and brought it near my penis. "You'll have to stop that for a bit," I said.

"I don't wanna," Lisa complained with a deliberately childish pout.

"I don't want you to either, but I can't dress him if he's bobbing all about."

"I think you're being unreasonable," she said, but she stopped stroking and slid her hand down until just her thumb and index finger circled it at the very base, holding it steady for me.

I had just put the condom on over the head of my penis, when she reached up to it with her other hand and unrolled it all the way down for me.

She reversed her grip on me and rose up on her knees. I could now see the sunshine-bright wall behind her peeking through the gap between her legs. Her slim hand and wrist silhouetted between them, still reaching down holding me steady as she knee-walked her way up to hover over my hips.

The bright sparks of the lighted gap between her legs grew smaller as she sat back down onto me. Her hand aligned me fairly well, but not perfectly. The tip of my penis roughly bumped against her clit, startling her a bit, but she corrected its aim and sank fully onto me.

There was no more light visible between her legs.

She may have purred "Mmmmmm" as she settled onto me, but I couldn't be sure, as I let out my own murmur of pleasure as her wet warmth engulfed me.

She sat that way for about a minute, seeming to enjoy the feel of me inside her, leaning forward a bit to rest her hands against me just below my ribs with her eyes closed and a small grin on her lips.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured again quietly. "I can feel you inside me. You're throbbing!"

Reaching out to her, I began to rub my hands up and down her thighs, grasping her by the hips at the top of my strokes.

Lisa spent another minute or so enjoying her position. Then she started to move.

She lifted herself up off my hips a bit with her legs and then let her weight slide her back down onto me again. Each time she rose up, a burst of light showed between her legs. A darker bar of shadow pointing into her.

* * * * *

Lisa settled tightly against my side again and quietly said "Good morning!" with a smile and more than a hint of remaining breathlessness.

"Yes," I said, "Yes, it

is

a good morning. A

very

good morning."

"You're not working today, are you?" she asked after a few moments. "You're not going to have to hop out of bed and run off right now, are you?"

She knew that the summer job I had this year was at a place with a nominally four-ten-hour-days-a-week arrangement, with Friday's off, unless overtime was available - which I usually took. At least this year I was working in a position that was

somewhat

related to my area of study, if only peripherally.

"No," I replied, "there was no OT available for me this week."

"Good," she said, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder as she snuggled closer.

I waited a few moments before I looked at her and added "Sorry about all that."

"Sorry about what?" Lisa replied, sounding a bit surprised.

"My death-grip on your hips. When I finally let go of you, there were stark white finger-marks. I don't see anything, now. They've faded. I hope you don't bruise easily. Hand-shaped bruises there would be hard to explain away. That would have been the first time I'd left marks. We might need to add a boundary."

It wasn't a completely passive ride at all for Lisa. Things had started out with her taking the lead, but by the end, I was gripping her hips tightly enough that I was dimly surprised she didn't complain as I enthusiastically thrust upward into her to meet her own movement.

"This has all been a bit of a first for me, too," Lisa said.

"

Holy shit!"

I rose up on my elbow and turned to her. "You hadn't had sex before last night? You were a

virgin

? If I knew

that

, I'd have tried to make it more special for you."

She laughed quietly. "I don't mean to bruise your apparently fragile ego, but no. You aren't my first and last night was special enough. I enjoyed it," she said as she kissed my chest. "This morning was pretty nice, too."

After pausing a few moments, she added "If you must know, you're the fourth."

I struggled not to raise an eyebrow in her direction. She must have noticed.

"If it makes you feel any better, one guy was a 'one-time only, he catastrophically ruined his chances at more' kind of thing. It always feels like he didn't count, so you can think of it more as being my third."

She then looked up at me questioningly.

"Oh. I wasn't going to ask, actually," I said, "but honesty compels me to admit that I had the thought briefly flicker across my mind wondering how many dicks had broken trail for me. By the time you reach twenty, twenty-one or so years old, I guess, the chances of coming across a virgin — you should pardon the pun — begin to drop off a fairly steep cliff. Sure, you can

find

one, but it becomes less and less realistic to

expect

one."

I sighed and finally addressed her unspoken question "Second," I muttered, not wanting to sound like I was just some newbie — which

was

effectively my status, at the time.

I'd settled back down on the bed, holding Lisa to my side again.

She looked up at me. "PJ? That girl who visited so often last summer?"

"Yes," I said quietly, surprised that Lisa remembered — or even

knew

— her name. I couldn't remember if they'd ever met. They must have, at some point.

I wondered, briefly, if saying anything at all was some sort of betrayal, even though things hadn't ended particularly well. "She's also why I have an unhealthy fixation on blowjobs. We really didn't fuck all that many times, you know, straight-up dick-in-pussy, but —

oh, my God!

— did she ever suck me off a lot. Or, you could say, I fucked her mouth. The terms blurred together quite often. We reached the point that our short-hand code for it was 'doing shots.' Most times, we'd get naked, make out and snuggle, then she'd quietly suck me off once or twice — sometimes, not so quietly — a couple of times we did it at least three times. Like I said, we did it a lot. I'd usually feel her up and finger her, too. Or we'd do some sixty-nine where fucking her face was pretty much the Main Event. That way, most times, we could have some form of sex without needing to worry about condoms. I could come on her or in her all we wanted.