This story is dedicated to Peter with many thanks.
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Christie stirred in a tangle of candy pink sheets, one dainty foot stretching toward the edge of the bed. When her toes struck something solid and warm, her subconscious gradually relinquished control, as she started awake.
Struggling to a sitting position, she stared down at the pale and nude body of Jacob through the flicker and strobe of bluish lightning from the rumbling storm.
Like being enveloped by a warm voluptuous mist, her thoughts and flesh recalled the pleasures of the evening. Of steamy and demanding kisses, intense urging by her lover with each act to which she submitted, and of orgasms so all-encompassing she thought she'd cry from pleasure.
He slept on his side with his back toward her, his hair beautifully tousled. With great care, she leaned a bit closer to inhale the clean soapy scent of his skin, the movement inciting a sore throb between her legs.
The clock on her dresser indicated it was four thirty in the morning as the lulling rain beat against the glass in a gentle rhythm. Christie crawled to the end of the bed, swinging one long leg over the footboard, then carefully climbing out, pausing to listen to Jacob's slow even breaths.
Gliding silently to the closet, she reached in to retrieve her ivory terry robe, slipping it on then creeping out into the hall, soundlessly closing the door behind her as she went.
A loud volley of thunder vibrated the walls, followed by a silvery flash of lightning that lit up the living room and part of the hall. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, Christie steeled herself for the brightness of the vanity bulbs above the sink as she placed a fingertip on the light switch.
With a casual lift of her index finger, the blonde narrowed her eyes to brace for the brightness as she stood by the countertop. Before she did, a muffled moans from Amber's room caught her ear. Christie paused, sucking in a tremulous breath, the blissful sound penetrating her sleepy mind and fanning the smoldering coals of lust Jacob had ignited a mere few hours ago.
With an embarrassed and self-conscious shrug, she crept surreptitiously closer to her roommate's closed bedroom door. A brief bit of memory came back to her; Jacob informing her that Amber had left with a few men who didn't speak English. A few? I'm already sore and was only with one man, Christie mused to herself as she stood a mere couple feet away from Amber's room.
It certainly wouldn't be Christie's first time catching Amber inflagrante delicto. Though she hated to admit it, Amber couldn't be more her polar opposite and had an enviable way with men. Amber reveled in her boldness and forward nature, wearing them like a skintight red dress. With the right smile or toss of her glossy hair, she had won many a man, even some who had, until meeting the simmering sexpot, sworn their allegiance to another woman.
Chilly air enveloped Christie, stiffening her nipples under the soft fabric. With a naughty shiver, she slipped her hands beneath the garment to palm her breasts, the warm caress against her nipples only arousing her more.
If Amber felt as good as Christie did right now, she could begin to understand why her room mate dedicated herself to getting sex at least five times a week; the euphoria that settled in after a good fuck certainly had addictive potential. Not that her dear and sweet Jake had ever been a slouch in bed... But Jacob with his cool clear gaze and talented fingers had reduced her to a wanton and wet tigress in a matter of minutes.
Another breathy moan brought Christie back to the present, and the naughty little nymph Jacob had loosed took over. Two small steps closer and Christie heard the telltale creaking of bedsprings. One more determined stride and Christie turned to rest her ear against the doorjamb, hearing the distinct slapping of flesh against flesh accompanied by a soft murmur by one of Amber's guests.
Christie felt warmth suffusing her cheeks and ears. But more than that, as the tempo picked up behind the door, she felt a familiar clenching and throbbing between her legs.
"What's gotten into you?" Christie chastised herself in a whisper, tightly pressing her thighs together and knowing it was more a question of who'd gotten into her, awakening the dormant creature of lust hidden far back in her heart.
One of Amber's boy toys moaned aloud, and before she fully realized what she was doing, Christie let two petal soft fingertips slipped between the gap of her robe, gently stroking the trimmed golden curls of her mound. With a sigh, she leaned further back against the door frame, splaying her legs a bit to give her fingers easier access, her other hand still gently pinching her erect nipples in turn.
A sheet of rain pelted the living room window as Christie delicately dipped her fingers into her hot folds, using the slippery nectar to rub tight circles around her clitoris. Breathing in shallow puffs, she closed her eyes as the action behind Amber's door picked up.
Amber moaned more freely now, and was accompanied by at least two men, though Christie wasn't certain precisely what they could be doing nor the configurations that would be required. Lashes fluttering, she closed her eyes, lost in trying to ponder the tawdry scenario and reliving the delicious phantom feel of Jacob's cock deep inside where she craved him the most.
A subcutaneous fire raged over Christie's entire body, and soon she was oblivious to the chill in the air. Pausing long enough to shrug out of her robe, she returned her hands to their work, her breath escaping in short little pants. Just the light contact of her fingertip against her engorged nether lips made her wince, and when she began to apply a little more pressure to her tiny bud of pleasure, she had to bite back a groan. Amber's moans became strangely muffled, and in Christie's feverish mind, the reason for that particular change was abundantly clear.
"Oh my God..." She breathed, her smooth back and shapely bottom bearing her weight, as she grew closer to reaching a frenzied and sticky climax. Pulse roaring in her ears and lips slightly parted in sheer ecstasy, she vicariously felt each thrust and could almost taste the smooth and rich taste of a painfully erect cock.
"Do you know how fucking hot you look right now?" The whisper was a mere few inches from Christie's left ear. Christie flinched, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stifle a squeak of surprise. Her eyes flew open to see Jacob, dramatically painted in shadows, standing right beside her and just as gloriously nude. He was also very erect, the pale length of his cock visible in the low light. She hadn't even heard him open the bedroom door.
Christie opened her mouth to speak, but Jacob only stepped closer, slipping his sinewy arms about her waist, tilting his lips down toward hers as he crushed her wrist between them. With a fruitless effort to remove her hand, she winced as Jacob nibbled her lower lip. "How quiet do you think we can be, angel?" He murmured, nuzzling her throat as he fell to his knees. Sure hands gripped her wrists to pull her along, and then cupped her head as she fell onto her back beneath his lithe body.
Toppling her back on the floor, his body crushed hers against the carpet. One of his hands closed around hers, patting her curled fingers, wordlessly indicating that he wanted her to keep stroking her clit. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at his face, his own bright eyes watching the dueling emotions of anxiety and euphoria playing across her delicate features.
"We can't..." Christie's frantic whisper only inflamed Jacob's desires, and he let go of her hand and reached down to press his cock against the damp heat of her pussy.
"Yes. We can." The self-assuredness and certainty in his voice made her shiver.
