The Long Weekend 03A Saturday Early

[Author's note -

One:

I'd originally intended to post this story a chapter/Day at a time on a roughly weekly basis, so these have been submitted faster than initially planned. Part 01, Thursday (~14100 words), was just about the right size for posting. Part 02, Friday (~32000 words), on the other hand, was much longer and turned out to be broken up into what I felt to be too many pages. To keep things as reasonable as possible, starting with this section, I plan to break each chapter/Day into multiple parts to keep things more manageable for the readers and the editor who formats the posts after submission.

Two:

This part is about as far as I can post without running into rough, desperately-in-need-of-editing material. This part ends at almost exactly the half-way point in what's already been done. The following Days are mostly written, but they're still rough and scenes are in need of more connecting material, more filing off of the rough edges. Follow-up submission pace will be much slower. Feedback is welcome.

Three:

I don't know if it was done deliberately or not by the person who formatted the published the previous pages, but virtually all of the earlier pages broke really well. Almost at cliffhangers. I wanted to click to the next page to see what happens next.

Well done, Editor.]

Day 3: Saturday

I woke very early Saturday to, perhaps, the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

* * * * *

That fact was almost lost among other considerations.

My first conscious thought was that I was thrusting myself into - what I

assumed

was - Lisa's throat as deeply as humanly possible and currently filling it with waves of hot, fresh semen.

I was pretty much running on auto-pilot. Lisa, not expecting such aggressiveness on my semi-unconscious part, actually gagged on it this time and coughed much of my semen out around my penis. My dick, balls, thighs and Lisa's bed were liberally sprayed and stained with my semen.

I was having my own troubles.

Lisa was pretty much becoming my own private poster-child for my earlier comment about sleep-fucks looking good on paper, but being a potentially bad idea.

I learned later that Lisa had decided, when she noticed that The Little Guy was 'angry' again, that she'd needed to do something about it. She decided that right then was the time for some sixty-nine. I love sixty-nining. I'm all-for that, under most circumstances, but when I'm awake, there's at least the possibility that I can exercise

some

bit of restraint, no matter how horny I am at that moment.

Not so much when I'm mostly asleep, going on reflex, which Lisa was now discovering.

Not only did she have no warning that I was about to ejaculate, but she wasn't expecting the aggressive thrusting that accompanied it. I'd evidently triggered her own gag-reflex.

By the way, I did mention that this was sixty-nine, didn't I?

Yes, Lisa was sitting on my face at this time.

She was kneeling above my face with her knees

very

far apart so she could be closer to my mouth. She could rock her hips and grind against me. Something else I am normally all-for.

She must have been nearing her own orgasm, because she was basically smothering me with pussy at the time.

At virtually the same time I'd realized that I was coming in her mouth, I became aware of a most incredibly overpowering scent of pussy. Pretty much my entire face was wet. My mouth was being mashed against her clitoris. My nose was, quite literally, inside her vagina - something I'd never tried, or as I now knew, never

wanted

to try - as she ground against me.

I realized that I was having quite a bit of difficulty breathing.

When I came in her mouth, along with the gagging, Lisa's natural reaction was to push herself quickly off of my dick and sit back up. That caused her to roll back on her hips and rest more of her weight on my face.

That's better!

I thought.

I gasped convulsively through my mouth, despite having little room for air. My nose was currently out of position to help. I reached up, grabbing her arms, as she propped herself back up on my hips while she swung back upright. When I gripped her forearms, I pushed upward until she realized what I was doing.

She caught on fast because she, at least, was already fully awake.

Lisa rolled off to the right, but because we were sleeping in her twin, she didn't really have anywhere to go, other than off the side.

Which she did, with an involuntary yelp. She landed with a most solid-sounding thump.

It was still fairly dark in her bedroom. The only light coming in from the not-exactly-nearby streetlamp casting its light against the wall just inside one of her windows.

If anyone else had been home, they'd have most likely rushed in to help only to find her naked on her bedroom floor with semen dribbling from her mouth and nose -

that's gonna sting her sinuses!

- with a gasping naked man sporting a fading erection in her bed.

My gasping continued for a few more moments as I lay there, but I managed to wheeze out "Are you OK?"

She sat there looking up at me briefly before saying "I think so. Mostly.

"My nose is burning." Lisa was a dark shadow trying to pick herself off the floor.

I

almost

laughed at her complaint, but cut myself off quickly, strangling the laugh into an arguably passable snort. I wanted to live. "I am

so

sorry."

I rolled out of bed with a little more grace than she did, stood up, and extended my hand to help her up. "Let's get you cleaned up. Turn around. Off to the bathroom."

"I found your rubber, by the way," she said as she stood up, waving at the barely-seen mashed tissue pile on the edge of the towel. "It was squishy."

I led her to the bathroom. "Brace yourself, I'm going to turn on the light," I said, warning her to be ready to squint or close her eyes before the overhead light came on.

I flailed for the light switch and missed.

"On the left," Lisa put in.

"Thanks," I replied and I flipped it on, then I turned back to face her. My eyes widened when I saw how much semen was on her upper lip and chin.

Oh, my God! Where'd all

that

come from?

And... it's already starting to

congeal

! She was a mess. And that was only the part that didn't get sprayed all over everything else.

I put the toilet lid down and guided her over to it to sit her down.

After that, I turned on the hot water tap and reached for the washcloth we'd used during our earlier shower.

I only waited for the water run

slightly

warm, then quickly rinsed the cloth in it and washed her face off.

"This is gonna take a few tries," I said.

I unrolled an arm's length of toilet paper from the roll, folded it thickly, and handed it to her. "I'm not sure how this will work out, but I really think you should blow your nose. I suspect that you'll need to do that a lot."

She'd appeared to have been simply annoyed to this point, now she looked daggers at me. "This is all your fault!" she grated.

I snorted - which she

clearly

disapproved of - while I rinsed the washcloth out. I thought she was being unfair. "Now's not the time to be assigning blame, Kiddo."

She blew her nose and... well, I suppose it didn't

look

any worse than any other time someone did that. It just

seemed

worse, knowing it was mainly semen and that I put it there. We alternated wet-washcloth washings with Lisa blowing out each nostril in turn. After three paired-rounds of blowing, Lisa took a cautious sniff without looking quite so murderous.

"I know it's only been a couple of hours, but I think this mess justifies taking another quick shower," I said. "

I

certainly need one and it will probably help relax you, too."

She nodded her assent.

"We'll need to change your sheets. I don't know if we can get away with doing just the top sheet, or if we should just strip it to the mattress," I said. "Do you want to do that now, or after the shower?"

"Let's strip it now," she said with much less accusation in her voice. "I probably won't want to do anything with it after cleaning up. Let's not bother re-making it, but cleaning up the crime scene now seems like a good idea."

We stripped the bed to the mattress pad, including pillowcases. Not so much because they were stained, but because they were there. At least there wasn't any quilt or comforter to worry about. We piled the sheets on the floor just outside the bathroom door, along with the washcloth and the two towels from our earlier shower, and one damp, crumpled mass of tissues as a garnish.

Once we got the shower spray up to temperature, I guided Lisa into it. I rinsed and generously soaped-up the washcloth, taking my time to re-wash her face, neck, and chest. She turned, raising her face into the spray to allow the warm water to rinse off any remaining soap and... anything else.

The next few minutes were spent soaping and scrubbing myself from chest to knees.

After thoroughly rinsing the cloth again, I hung it on the rack. Reaching out to her, I drew Lisa into a tight hug. We spent a few more quiet minutes together, her cheek pressed against my chest, letting the warm water flow over us both.

Initially tight and stressed-feeling, she slowly began relaxing against me.

* * * * *

I woke up alone in my own bed and immediately felt a stab of panic.

Lisa was gone.

I'd pissed her off last night and the weekend was over and I'd destroyed our relationship.

"

Fuck!

" I said softly to myself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...

fuck!

"

After drying ourselves off, Lisa and I walked up to my apartment, since neither one of us was in the mood to re-make her bed right then. I had

finally

managed to watch Lisa walk up the stairs naked, but we hadn't bothered to turn on the stairwell lights. We'd walked up by the limited streetlamp glow reflected off the neighbor's house reaching through the stairwell windows.

While the light was easily enough to walk up the stairs safely, everything was dim and deeply shadowed. Regrettably, I couldn't see much.

With any semblance of mood thoroughly broken and both of us finally relaxed after the shower, we'd both simply crawled into bed, snuggled together, spooning, and nodded off quietly.

Now I was lying there alone getting more and more pissed at the early end of what had already been — and promised to be, until early this morning — a wonderful weekend. I stared at the ceiling and brooded for the next fifteen minutes, or so, spiraling into a deeper funk by the second.

I didn't hear the door into the apartment open. I didn't hear any footsteps until Lisa walked through the living room and into my bedroom.

Then she was standing there, still naked as the day she was born. I looked at her in surprise. "What the fuck?" I said. "You come back? Where have you been?"

I think I caught her off guard with that.

"I was in the cellar tossing the mess into the washer, along with all the towels," she said. "For future reference, there

is

some loose clothesline down in the cellar. In case inspiration strikes.

"Here," she said as she tossed something into the trash, "a souvenir from last night. Don't say I never gave you anything!" She'd brought the condom up from the pile outside the bathroom and dropped it into my trash can with its brethren. She'd tossed the wrapper in at the same time.

"I thought it would be a bad idea to leave used rubbers in my bedroom for my parents to run across. They wouldn't come up here unless the place was on fire," she explained, "Try not to start one. There'll be plenty of time for you to deal with them before they come home, but it would be best to keep them together.

"Even if they

did

come up and find them here, they're not your parents and you can fuck whoever you want. You don't even need plausible deniability. Just don't mention who you used them on.

"In," she corrected with a smirk.

"I left the window in my bedroom open," she said. "I may need to break out the Glade, myself. The scent from a fuck and a blow-job-gone-wrong is lingering a bit, but that may only be a result of my questionable sense of smell, at the moment.

"You might need to give a spritz or two up here, too," she said as she gave me a significant look.

She walked to the foot of my bed, pointed to it, and said softly "May I?"

"What? Yes, of course you can," I said.

She then crawled onto the bed to collapse down against my side. She rested her cheek against my shoulder.

"I thought you were pissed off at me and didn't want to be here with me anymore," I said. "How are you? How is your breathing?"

"I'm not pissed at you. I want to be here, if you'll let me. I

am

pissed at myself, though. I don't know if I should be here, or that you should let me be here," she said quietly, without looking at me. "I wasn't exactly

happy

with you last night, but I eventually realized that I was being totally unfair.

"Last night you'd gotten hard again in your sleep and I decided that I wanted to suck you off. The fact that you were essentially asleep kind of turned me on. I got way too excited about it. That was very close to what I did yesterday morning, too, although that was before I'd decided to let you actually come in my mouth that first time. My idea of wanting to mount you falls into the same category.

"I was paying so much attention to getting myself off and sucking you off that I paid no attention to what else I was doing to you. You couldn't make allowances for anything I was doing.

"I also expected you to wake up before you did." She looked up at me with an odd expression, "In hindsight, that's pretty impressive."

"Kind of a shitty way to discover that I usually sleep like a three-day corpse," I slipped in.

"I'd positioned myself over your face, expecting you to wake up and take the not-so-subtle hint," Lisa said. "I got frustrated at you and had only just started to grind against you when you came and everything went sideways.

"This morning," Lisa went on, "while staring at the ceiling, watching the room brighten, listening to you snore, I realized that you were right last night when you said you shouldn't fuck me when I was half-asleep, even though I'd suggested to you that you could. I even had the nerve to get mad at you when you didn't."

"I didn't set that 'rule' for myself because of any past experience or foreknowledge, Lise. It's just that the whole idea of sleep-fucking struck me as a recipe for disaster. Ripe for misunderstandings, at a minimum," I said to her now.

"You also told me that I should feel free to suck you whenever I wanted to. So I did, although I suspect that you planned to be awake during any blowjobs." Her voice got quieter. "Now I feel like I've raped you. And I'm pretty sure a good case could be made that I did.

"I'm sorry."

My emotions immediately flipped from being totally pissed at

myself

for screwing things up with her to feeling bad about

Lisa's

feeling guilty.

I hugged her close to me.

The rational part of me realized that what she said contained more than a grain of truth, in a technical sense, or, as she'd suggested, you could argue the case, but I never expected her to feel that way.

"Don't be," I said.

She looked up at me then, surprised.

"Oh, be sorry about the catastrophe last night. This morning," I said. "About trying to do that when I wasn't aware of what you were doing. But I

did

say you could.

"You're right. I did expect to be awake for anything like that.

"Why don't we say that

any

permissions we give only apply when we're both lucid?

"I woke up here alone. I'd expected to find you here with me. Because you were gone, I've been up here for the last twenty minutes or so brooding and getting more and more pissed off at

myself

because I thought I'd disgusted you and hurt you and that you didn't want to be around someone who'd do that.

"I didn't go looking for you, because I thought you'd had enough of me.

"

I

've been lying here expecting to apologize to

you

," I added quietly.

"So, let's clear things up," I went on. "As far as I'm concerned, I want you to be here with me for the rest of the weekend. For as long as you want to. I want to continue with the Naked Weekend, if you want to. I want to fuck you as many times as you'll let me,

if

you'll let me. If you don't, we can just snuggle or get dressed and pretend the last day and a half didn't happen and let the weekend run down without any more shenanigans. It's totally up to you."

"Yes," she said quietly into my chest. "I

want

the weekend to continue."

"Which weekend?" I asked with a small smile. "'Normal, Platonic but Flirting Weekend,' 'Naked Weekend,' or '

Fuck-a-thon

Weekend'? Which, despite your earlier objections, seems to be an appropriate name for things, to this point."

"Each of them," she said quietly. "All of them. If

you

still want to."

"Thank you," I said quietly as I leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I want all of them to continue as well."

After a few moments I went on. "Please tell me if I hurt you last night. You haven't actually answered that question yet."

"No, I'm fine. I wasn't hurt. Most of it was just surprise," she said. "It turns out that, um... you go down a lot easier in the sixty-nine position. I was able to get you all of the way in like that and it didn't hurt or feel too uncomfortable. You're not all that large, after all."

"Ouch!"

"Sorry," she said, briefly looking up at me apologetically.

"You were mostly just lying there while I went down on you," she explained quietly. "You didn't move much for most of the time. It was nice, quietly sucking on you. It was only near the end when you started pushing back at me. When you came, though, you jammed it in as far as possible. I'd

thought

I'd gotten you in as far as you could go already. You managed to go a

tiny

bit further in — I hope I didn't scrape you with my teeth. The combination of that and my mouth filling -

fuck

, but you come a lot - at the same time triggered my gag reflex and I coughed everything out."

"Are you

sure

I didn't hurt you?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," Lisa replied. "You

did

hit the back of my throat, but you didn't hurt me. At least I didn't puke, although it was an awfully close thing."

"It wouldn't have been the first time I'd have been puked on," I said.

Lisa raised her head to look up at me. "During a blowjob?" she asked with a half-smile.

"I must respectfully invoke my Fifth Amendment rights and decline to answer at this time," I said without quite looking at her.

She squinted a bit, then tossed out a quiet "Ewwwww..."

I just smiled a bit.

"I didn't get hurt when I fell," she went on with a not-quite dirty look. Then she added with an accusatory glare, "One might argue that I was

tossed,

out of my own bed. I only yelped because I was surprised."

"How are your sinuses doing?" I asked.

"My entire world now seems to exist in a haze of semen. Breaths are still a bit sharp and stingy. I'm sure I'll survive, but I'll probably think of you every breath I take for the next week," she said with just a touch of grumpiness.

I almost giggled at her delivery, but I didn't want to ruin my newfound sense of joy at the fact that I hadn't alienated her after all.

"It's nice to know that I've had such a memorable impact on you," I said.

I reached out with my free hand as if dramatically surveying some far off vista, taking in its vast scope. "'A sexual encounter so intense that it changes your outlook on the whole world!'" I said in a voice tinged with a bit of majestic pride.