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What has come before
Chris must remain flat on his back for some more time until his injury heals. Kevin's image enhancement software has allowed him to watch his roommate Chris and Chris' girlfriend Heather get each other off in the dark. Heather and Chris have learned of Kevin's high tech voyeurism, which feeds Heather's exhibitionist and cock teasing sexual needs. Heather has offered to cock tease Kevin, at least until Chris is healthy again. Kevin needs to decide.
A Left Turn at Albuquerque
Kevin:
I do not know what I have done to deserve so much good fortune. Heather's already smegma soaked panties had received three more loads during the night. I kept waking up, my dick so hard it hurt, thinking about the smell of her on the panties. Aphrodite's cleft, what a tease!
Now it was morning, and I needed to make a decision. It's not that I didn't want Heather's attention. She absolutely knew that she had all of mine. It's that I didn't want to fuck this up, ruining her fun and my friendship with Chris. "Courage, Kevin!" I said softly to myself. "Who dares, wins. Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. I'd be a complete fool to miss this opportunity."
Decision made.
A short time later I heard a soft knock on the door. "Hey Kevin, are you in, genious? In, corrigible? In, terested?"
Openning the door, I saw Heather wearing her usual tight jeans and t-shirt. This time, the t-shirt had a cannon on the front, directly over her boobs. Her nipples were hard, so the bore and the wheel appeared to be 3D. Damn, I really wanted to see them, and I think the thought of showing them to me had got her worked up too.
"Huh huh huh Heather, hi, hi, come on in." Dammit, my stutter always came back at the worst possible time.
She flowed into my room and gave it a scan like a valkyrie looking for souls. As I closed the door, she walked over to where her backpack still sat, unnoticed by me until now, and started rooting around in it. "I left this here on purpose last night. You didn't peek, did you?"
"No Heather, I honestly didn't notice it until now. I was, uh, working on my project all night."
"Reeeeeaaallly?" She drew out the word as she left the bag with something in her hand and walked over to me, invading my personal space, looking up with those cracking blue eyes in her elvishly pretty face. "And during all this, uh, hard work, did you think of me at all?"
"Yip!"
"Hmmm... Good boy, I thought you might. Now, where are my panties? I need them back."
Wordlessly, I walked over to my desk. The gauzy panties that had magically appeared under my door last night were glued down with dried jizz. I had to carefully peal them off before walking back over to Heather.
She accepted the panties from my hand and stuffed them into the ziploc bag I now saw she had removed from her backpack. "Thank you. Wow, looks like you were thinking about poor little old me a LOT, Kevin. That's so flattering! After all this, umm, thinking, have you made a decision on that question I asked you?"
"Yip!"
"And what is your answer?"
"Yip!"
"Sorry Kevin, I want to you repeat what I asked you, then tell me what your decision is."
"Yu yu yu you asked me if if I wa wa wanted you to to co co cock tee tee tease me. My ah ah ah answer is yeh yeh yes."
That response let me see a new smile from Heather, one of pure happiness. It was like someone had run an electric cable to my brain's pleasure centre and applied ten thousand volts. The warm glow of that smile made me forget all my anxiety.
"Oh yes, Kev, this is going to be fun! Now, I promised Chris I would be gentle with you, and I promise you too. I will. I know that being cock teased will be new for you, so treat it as a learning experience. I was hoping to dive right in this morning. Do you have time?"
"Are you kidding? I'll make time! I'm available any time!"
"Eager, are you? Good! Just so you know, it's called 'teasing' because I will not touch your cock with any part of my body. Not now, not ever. That's one of the rules that Chris and I have. There are all kinds of other delightful things we can do. As you will learn."
"Now strip down to your underwear, I need to know what I'll be working with."
"Uh, OK, but I haven't showered yet this morning."
Heather giggled. "Neither have I."
I got a whiff of post-mono-coital musk as I dropped my pants, then took off my shirt. My tidy whities were fresh as of my shower last night, so at least I wasn't visually unclean. Oh boy. My dick was twitching already. Again.
"Looking good, Kevin. You're a runner, and it shows. Not quite as muscular as Chris, but still a beautiful specimen of a man! Mmmm, looks like you really are happy to see me this morning, but not as happy as you're going to be. Lie down on the bed now, Kev."
My bed was actually a futon, flat on the floor. Plain white sheets, white pillow case, and a quilt from home. At least the linens were fresh, the maid service had been in a couple days ago. I felt like I was dreaming as I walked over to the futon and lay down, arms at my sides, feet together. My body was as rigid as a tin soldier. Damn it, now I was tense again.
Heather walked over to the head of the futon and stood beside my face, smiling down. Staring up at her, I could smell her scent, that perfect, sweet, sexy smell. "Stay still until I say you can move."
With that, she straddled my head and lowered her hips down on top of my chest. With my nose practically touching her zipper, Heather's scent was much stronger. She smelt like the shore of the sea, a funky, salty, vaguely fishy smell that made my brain think 'sex'. I found myself staring up past her boobs into her blue eyes, pleasurably aware of the weight of her athletic jean clad buttocks on my bare pecs.
"OK, Kev, we're going to ease into this gradually. This time, I'm going to do all the work. It will be a nice, gentle introduction. Keep your hands down, and concentrate on getting used to my touch. Close your eyes, relax, just follow the sound of my voice."
I felt her slide down my chest to rest her ass on my belly just above the waistband of my underwear. She took some time dragging her hair over my chest, my face, my shoulders. Then I felt her lower her face to mine, her breath hot on my cheeks, her nipples poking through her shirt onto my chest. Her hair brushed my shoulders and the side of my torso as she moved around, first whispering in one ear, then the other.
"In case this hasn't happened to you before, Kevin, this is what it feels like when a woman is touching you. Do you like it when I brush your chest with my hair?"
"Yip!"
"Can you feel my nipples through my shirt?"
"Yip!"
"How would you feel about my bare nipples teasing yours?"
I could feel my dick rising. It was trapped at an angle in my underwear, so it could not escape the waistband. Shit. That's going to get uncomfortable.
"Yip!"
Heather giggled again. "Relax, Kevin. Can you use your big words?"
"That sounds lovely, Heather. Yes. Please."
"Keep your eyes closed."
With that I felt her sit up, then reach back and pull her t-shirt over her head. Her hair cascaded over my face until she swept it back and once again laid down on my chest. She was so warm. Then she started moving, rubbing first one nipple, then the other, against mine.
"Does this feel good to you?"
"Best. Feeling. Ever."
"It gets even better from here. Remember, keep your eyes closed."
Her hips started to slide back, and her ass got poked by my trapped dick. Heather gasped and I could feel her twist around to look at what had poked her. She gasped again. After a brief pause, she hiked up her hips so that she could clear my twisted, tented tidy whities as she finished sliding down onto my thighs.
"Well, the boy's got talent! But that doesn't look comfortable. I'm going to adjust you. Keep your eyes closed."
One hand lifted my waistband while the other pushed my dick, still covered by my underwear, to the middle of my belly. Heather lowered the waistband gently on my shaft, just below the head, and then slowly ran her palms up my underwear on either side of my cock. The lower half of my cock really liked the attention.
After another minute of those gentle palms, I was breathing a lot faster. Heather bent forward and laid down. I could feel each breath with my chest hair. The top of my cock was now nestled between Heather's firm, soft breasts. Her head turned to one side and her hair brushed my lower belly. I could feel my precum spread over her warm, soft, bare skin. It felt so good.
I started to thrust a bit with my hips, but Heather gave a "tsk, tsk" and quickly sat up, then pulled the waistband of my underwear up hard and let it go.
Thwack!
"Ahhh, fuck, that stings!"
"Kevin, what part of 'do not move' did you fail to understand? Stay still."
Heather quickly stood up and got off the futon, seemingly oblivious to my dicks emergency retreat into my underwear. She rummaged around in her backpack, then came back, dropping something beside me on the futon.
Settling back onto my thighs, she once again began slowly, firmly rubbing her palms on my underwear on either side of my cock. This was just the attention I needed after the pain of getting zapped with my own underwear. My startled cock head rapidly forgot about the pain of a moment ago, emerging from under my waistband and looking around. My balls started to tighten up.
"How do you feel, Kevin?"
