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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the continuation of "Tramps Like Us", which details the events leading up to Randy and Rachel's first encounter. I'd like to thank the people who have voted and given me feedback for "Tramps" - it's REALLY appreciated! I hope you enjoy this one as much, if not more.
Italicized dialog preceded with an asterisk denotes subtitled speech as I know only a smattering of words in Korean.]
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Randy opened his eyes and, even through the brief period of haziness that lies between sleep and coming fully awake, realized that he wasn't at his dorm in his own bed. As he tried to place the unfamiliar surroundings, the sound of soft breathing filtered into his ears. Rolling to his left, he saw the naked form of Rachel Tarunen beside him, still reclined in peaceful slumber. Her long dark hair draped across part of her torso, the most seductive nightgown he could have imagined.
He smiled. In the moments before waking, his brain had played back the record of the previous night, and he'd thought it all to have been a dream -- some wildly erotic fantasy created by his mind. But it hadn't been, had it? She was here in the bed, next to him, naked -- just as she'd fallen asleep in his arms. Actually, now that memory began to fill in the blanks, he realized that it was he, who was here with her, in
her
bed
Just to be sure, though, he slowly reached out a hand and gently stroked the smooth, soft flesh of her shoulder with a fingertip. To his utter delight, she was real! The smile split his face from ear to ear and his cock began to harden as memory collided with reality and it all began to sink in.
Her back was to him, and he didn't want to disturb her, she was sleeping so peacefully, and outside the windows, the morning sun was just beginning to creep above the horizon. He slid closer, curling himself up against her in spoon-fashion, his left hand gently cupping one of her voluptuous breasts. His cock seemed to sense that it was in close proximity to her buttocks, and to the treasure-cave located so close to those soft, pillowy globes of flesh. It hardened the rest of the way into full erection almost instantly, pressing tightly up against the warm, soft flesh of her backside, trying to wedge its way into the crevice between her cheeks.
His smile wrinkled somewhat as he suddenly realized that, from the time they had undressed each other the night before, and all through their passionate lovemaking, she had been facing him. He had yet to see the ample flesh of her posterior, and he had to admit to himself that those soft globes his cock was brushing against were something he very much wanted to see. He'd always thought that her boobs were nice but, deep down, he was an ass-man, through and through. From what he recalled of her from school, even clothed she had a nice ass.
With the warmth of Randy's body against her, and the soft exhales of his breath through his nose tickling the nape of her neck, it didn't take Rachel long to stir from her slumber.
"Hmm," she murmured softly, shifting slightly so that her body more fully touched his, "Something seems to be poking me in the butt!"
"Sorry if I woke you, baby," Randy whispered into her ear.
"It's okay, darling," she told him, her voice taking on a definite sultry note. "I can't think of a sweeter way to be awakened.
She rolled to face him, her head dipping forward and her lips pursed for a kiss, but he drew away.
"Let me splash some water on my face, and get a sip of something to rinse my mouth, first, baby," he suggested, aiming what he knew to be his unspeakable morning breath away from her face. "I probably smell and taste like cigarettes and girl-cum."
"Did I mind that, on you, last night, darling?" she asked, a devilish glint in her eyes.
"No," he admitted, giving a slight shrug with his shoulders. She had virtually feasted on his lips after he had finished lapping at her labia and clit.
"And my mouth certainly tasted like cigarettes and man-cum, after I sucked you, " she continued, "and you didn't seem to mind..."
Her hand stole out from beneath his arm, her fingers gently entwining in his hair just below the band that held it in a ponytail, and gently exerted pressure, trying to draw him nearer.
Randy pondered the point for a moment. Yeah, they'd kissed each other countless times, only hours ago, after each had finished binging the other to a thundering oral climax. Cum-breath and stale tobacco halitosis hadn't even been a consideration, in the midst of their passion for one another. And, when he boiled it all down, all he really wanted to do -- at the moment -- was kiss the beautiful woman who lay next to him in the bed. Well, probably not the
only
thing, but it was a good lead-off move.
"C'mere, beautiful," he grinned, and left her bring their lips together.
It was a wonderful kiss. Not that her previous kisses hadn't been wonderful; they had. These were simply...different. Her warmth was there, and her playfulness as she sucked gently at his lower lip and let her tongue slip forward briefly to toy with his. The passions he'd felt within her were still there, just rippling below the soft, surface civility of her gentle good-morning kiss.
"Good morning, Rachel," he said, when the kissing finally stopped.
"And good morning to you, too, Randy," she replied, leaning back a bit to look at him. "I was so hoping that last night wasn't just a dream..."
"Can a dream do this?" Randy asked, with a sly grin, as his hand left her breast and he brought it down across her body, into the heat that smoldered between her thighs.
"Mmmm, no," she purred, and kissed him again.
Her eyelids hooded her eyes and her lips formed a soft, silent 'o' shape as parted her legs a little to allow Randy's fingers to enter her quickly dampening pussy. The hiss of her indrawn breath at his touch, and the moan that followed, voiced both her permission and her approval. She opened them again in surprise when she felt his hand move away.
"Randy?" she let the question hang.
"Relax, baby," he grinned at her. "I'm not going anywhere. Enjoy..."
The hand that had briefly touched her sex drifted upward along the curves of her body, stopping long enough to move her hair away from her neck, as he raised himself up on one elbow. Then, his lips touched hers again, brushing wetly for an instant before they moved to her chin. She felt them linger for an instant there, then trail down along the line of her jaw, leaving feather-soft kisses in their wake. When he reached her ear, he opened his mouth and let a gentle draft of his warm breath caress her earlobe before giving it a soft, wet swipe with the tip of his tongue. He stayed nowhere, for very long; his kisses were soft and insistent and everywhere, now moving around to the skin behind her earlobe and thence down along her neck and out onto her shoulder.
He paused, there, and she thought that he was debating his next destination. Thus, she was taken fully by surprise when he bared his teeth and let them gently rake across the skin along her shoulder, before pressing his lips tightly against her skin and sucking hard on her sweet flesh.
"Yessss!" she hissed, the heat rising within her. "Yes, darling; do it! Mark me!"
Realizing that the sweet torture he was administering wasn't going to end anytime soon, she left her body collapse onto the mattress, flat on her back, She was utterly his, and wanted nothing more than for him to do to her as he wished.
"Mmm," she moaned, letting the sound rumble and purr and growl in her throat to let him know just exactly what he was doing to her. "What a delightful way to start my day!"
Randy raised his body for a moment, noting with a smile the mark he'd left on her skin, its shade already beginning to darken. It wouldn't show; not unless she wore a bathing suit, and she'd given her blessing to being thus marked as his. He paused for a moment, again wondering for a brief, fleeting moment if this were nothing more than the continuation of that so-real dream...