"Ohhhhhhhh, Neillllll...god, yes!"
Darlene's pleasure was as sublime as the candlelight dancing on the walls of Neill's little room as she lay beneath him on his bed, enveloping him deep within her vagina as he pushed in gentle rhythm. Once again she was amazed at how easily a bit of tenderness and communication could make up for inexperience in bed. Scarcely a month and a half after he had given her his virginity, Neill seemed to have unlocked all the secrets of her own more experienced body. Where once she had raised eyebrows among her law school friends with the news that she was dating an undergrad, now she welcomed speculation at the coy amusement that always showed in her face if anyone commented on it anymore. If only they knew how adorably attentive Neill always was to her body and her needs!
Perhaps Neill had become
too
skillful in bed, as Darlene's moans and screeches that morning were louder than ever yet. After what he estimated was her third orgasm, Neill felt compelled to slow down. "Aren't we being too loud?" he asked.
"Consider it a compliment if I am, silly!" Darlene said, taking his head in her hands.
"Yeah, but what if the guys hear? What if your brother hears?"
"If the guys hear, they'll know you're a genius in bed. If Robbie hears, he'll be incredibly uncomfortable just like he used to make me feel!"
Neill's face broke into a grin, as he had heard the story many times of how Darlene's younger brother -- his frat brother -- had sneaked a peek at her in the shower and made her life miserable for quite some time afterward. "Ah, now I see."
"Now, feel free to make me sing opera if you think you can do it!" Darlene encouraged, raking her nails up and down his sides. Neill took up the challenge, and the muffled sounds of Darlene's joyful yelps were palpable in the hallway for several more minutes before they collapsed together in an exhausted embrace.
"Shower time," Neill announced, and he made to climb off and pull out.
"Oh no you don't!" Darlene said, clamping her legs shut on him; she intended to enjoy every last moment of his now-receding hardness inside her. Neill began to laugh, and Darlene soon joined him. "Oh, you just wanted me to grab at you like that, didn't you?"
"Wouldn't you?" Neill protested.
"Of course," Darlene admitted. After one final squeeze she let him go, and Neil sat up, but didn't get off the bed just yet. Instead he admired Darlene's body shamelessly in the candlelight, his eyes lingering as usual on her robust, wild, untrimmed bush. "God, you're beautiful," he said.
"Thank you!" Darlene knew the novelty would wear off sooner or later, but for now she cherished the almost naïve admiration he had for her body, one of only three female bodies he'd ever seen. The other two, of course, belonged to Darlene's even bushier friends, Allie and Rayma, a matter that made get-togethers with them all the more interesting. But the bizarre way in which they had met hadn't hurt their relationship at all. If anything, it made intimacy all the more natural and easy for them both, since they had been able to skip over that awkward stage of wondering what each other looked like naked -- they already knew.
At last Neill did stand up. "Right, we've both got studying to do, haven't we?" He flipped on the light and blew out the candle.
"How romantic," Darlene added, also getting out of bed, though she didn't argue the point. It was finals week, after all. But at least there was a bit of fun left to be had before they both hit the books. "Are you ready for the shower walk?" she asked with a shy grin as she watched Neill pull on the beat-up old t-shirt and shorts he always wore to and from the shower.
"Am I ever!" Neill agreed. "You know, Darlene, anytime you feel you're entitled to more privacy around here..."
"I know, Neill, I know, but I really do enjoy it!" She did not, of course, need to remind him that nearly all his frat brothers had seen her stark naked back at Halloween anyway; it was, after all, how they had met.
"Even with your brother?" Neill asked.
"Especially with Robbie," Darlene reassured him. "You've heard about how uncomfortable he's made me feel about my body in the past. If I can use it now to make him uncomfortable, I'm never going to miss that chance!" As she explained herself, Darlene found her panties on the floor beside the bed and pulled them on. She deliberately twisted them a bit to one side to ensure that her big, untrimmed bush, the source of so much torment at her brother's hands in the past, would be peeking out. Once she was done, Darlene admired her handiwork in the mirror: sure enough, her lush, full triangle was making its presence wonderfully known around every edge of the thin cloth, which bulged against the thick dark hair just behind it. Behind her in the mirror, she saw Neill admiring the show, sporting a refreshed erection in his loose shorts. As usual, the sight made her slip into a comfortable laugh as she turned around and took him in her arms again.
"That's soooo hot!" Neill said, returning the hug. "I'm such a lucky guy!"
"And that's why I keep it natural," she teased. "It'll keep you coming back to me!"
"And how!"
Darlene pulled on one of Neill's other t-shirts. It was a bit small for her and it hugged her breasts, but that was all part of the show on what she and Neill called "the shower walk," on which they now embarked hand in hand.
It was of course just a short walk down the hall to the bathroom. But in the masculine environs of the frat-house, Darlene's unorthodox natural beauty was a novelty, enhanced all the more by the memory of the show she and her friends had put on at Halloween. Knowing nearly all the guys in the house had seen her naked on that occasion, Darlene wasn't at all uncomfortable with the odd passerby in the hallway seeing her in her underwear now. Even some of the many guys who had been repulsed by the Halloween show had come to appreciate her casual comfort in their presence, and so most just smiled at her and enjoyed the fleeting view in agreeable silence. Such was the case with the two younger guys who were lounging outside their room on that afternoon: a quick glance upward and a "Hi, Darlene," in unison was their only reaction, and she happily returned it.
She and Neill were nearly to the bathroom when they hit the jackpot: her brother, Robbie, stepped out of his room and found himself face to face with his barely-dressed sister. "Hi, Robbie!" she said with salacious cheerfulness that wasn't forced at all, knowing how frustrating her presence was to him.
"Uh, hi," he said, forcing a smile and averting his eyes as best he could before making his escape down the hall.
At the bathroom door, Neill called out, "Female entering!" He might just as well have said "Darlene entering," for none of the other guys' girlfriends ever had the guts to shower at the house. Receiving no response, he and Darlene stepped inside. As soon as they were alone, they both burst into laughter over the confrontation with Robbie. "God, that must drive him up the wall!" Neill said.
"As well it should," Darlene replied as they pulled their clothes off and hung them on the wall with their towels. "I've told you how disrespectful he was of me when we were teenagers."
"Right, he spied on you in the shower, wasn't it?" Neill asked. That was an easy story to remember just then, in the community shower at the far end of the bathroom. They had the five showerheads to themselves just then; Neill took Darlene in a quick hug before they turned the water on. "What a little asshole."
"He certainly was, and then teasing me nonstop about me being hairy afterwards when I was such an insecure kid still myself," Darlene recalled as she turned on the tap. Neill took the spot next to hers and followed suit. "And our mother just couldn't believe her little boy would do such a thing, and besides I needed to get over myself anyway."
