Day Seventeen. Thursday. Castillo.
The rays of the sun filtering through the holes in the blinds of my bedroom window caress my face, stirring me awake. I take a long moment before I move.
It's only after a few seconds that I remember Mary -- and then feel her. She's asleep beside me on the bed, her naked half covering me.
Can't believe we were able to sleep together in my one-person bed.
Carefully, I stretch myself out of the bed and up. Mary stirs a bit, and I suspect, like me, she won't be sleeping much more, but I choose not to disturb her anyway.
The morning is later than I usually wake up, but that's probably normal given our state of inebriation from last night. But Mary is fine -- she won't be late to work.
I step into the hallway, turning towards the bathroom, but a noise reaches my ears from the other side. I see my mother, exiting her bedroom in an open bathrobe. There's something sexy about a women's open cleavage, tummy and sex exposed that's almost more of a turn-on than being merely naked.
Jane silently walks up to me, kissing me on the cheek as she stops near me.
- Didn't want to wake you and your girlfriend this morning, she says.
- Oh. You... how did you know?
She giggles discreetly, speaking in a low voice.
- Well, your door was fully open this morning, so I just looked in and there you were.
- Oh. Sorry. I was sure I closed it.
- Doesn't matter. It was cute. And she has a gorgeous butt.
I smile. My hand wanders a quick moment to my mother's belly and I give it a light caress.
- Is she having breakfast?
- I don't know.
- Alright then.
A moan echoes from my room; Mary is stirring awake. Jane continues on towards the bathroom.
- You should check up on her.
- Ok.
Walking away, my mother disrobes before entering the bathroom. I watch her disappear and the door close, and then I return to my room.
Mary's rolled onto her back, stretched out, gorgeous. Her eyes are slightly open.
-...mmm... Grant.
- I'm here.
I lean into her and kiss her. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me into the bed, so I follow, half on top of her.
- That was amazing.
- It was.
- Oohh... Grant?
- Yes.
- Do me again, please?
Her hand travels down my belly, between my legs. I moan as she touches it.
- Already half-mast, boy.
- I feel it.
- Who were you talking to?
She must have heard voices.
- My mother.
- Oh. She's awake?
Mary grabs me harder; I moan some more.
- In the shower, I tell her.
- Then we better make good use of our time. Wouldn't want your mom to catch you in the act, now?
Mary aggressively pulls me up, bringing my shaft to her mouth, putting it in. I groan.
- Oh... that mouth, Mary...
I'm good and hard within moments of this treatment, which really was the point of doing it, I realize. But Mary carries on for my excitement and I indulge in every sensation for the moment it lasts.
She releases me, then brings my gaze to her face.
- Grant... would you eat me up, please?
I don't answer. Instead, I kiss her, then her neck, then her breasts, then down her belly. I slide my head between her thighs and kiss their insides a few times. Mary's sweet moans fill the room.
- Like this? I ask.
- Oh yes. More.
I go to town on her. I think I'm starting to become good at this; or maybe it's just that Mary is overly expressive. Whatever the reason, she's enjoying this oral work immensely.
- God yes... Grant... keep it up.
I have no intention of letting up; Mary's demanding presence isn't any form of a turn-off. I like it when my partners know what they want, and Mary certainly doesn't shy from expressing her needs.
- Oh sweet... I'm so ready for you, Grant.
- You want me in you?
- Oh! Desperately.
I rise from my position; Mary shifts on the bed, still on her back. I move in-between her legs. She stares down at me.
- This is so hot... with your mom just outside the room!
- In the bathroom, I correct her.
- Still hot.
In a way, I'm glad she thinks so. I push inside her.
- By the way, my mom wanted to know if you were staying for breakfast?
- Oh fuck... sure...
- Pancakes?
- Anything. Just fuck me!
I grab Mary's ankles before I start my sway -- I have her moaning hard within seconds from the constant motion, watching myself enter and exit her warm sex moment after moment.
- Aww.. Grant. I love this so much.
- I love you.
- Oh! I love you, my wonderful mystery.
If last night was over within a minute, this morning, we're rested and energized. I pound inside Mary for a time, giving her the best of feelings, making her tremble from all the pleasure. Then I slow down, give her a moment to recuperate (and give myself one too), then I start again. I let go of her ankles and lean into her ear, grasping her wrists as I continue ravaging her with passion.
It's an intense feeling this early morning to be deep inside her, reveling in the lurid act. My mind wanders, for a brief moment, at my mother in the bathroom. I can't help but think she can hear us, even over the sounds of water. But I don't care.
No. I want her to hear.
- Oh Grant... I've already come so hard... are you coming?
Showing no signs of it, but I don't say it.
- Oh! You want me to?
- Oh! so much!
I decide I need a change of pace and position. I slow down, pulling it out. Then I flip her to the side, facing the still open door, while I get behind her. It's not one of my traditional positions but I'm up for it this morning. I return inside Mary. She yelps again.
- Fuck, you're breaking me!
Mary's always a bit overdramatic, I tell myself. But it feels good. I'm inside her, moving back-and-forth, one hand on her elbow as I pull her against me. My eyes go to the open door -- I'm half- expecting, at any point, my mother to walk past and look in on us, and find us like that, enthralled.
She doesn't -- and in an odd way, it makes me a bit mad, so I rush faster.
- Oh! Grant... yes...
Mary tilts her head back as another climax hits her. I'm in rare form this morning.
- Just like that, I tell her.
- Oh yes!
I close my eyes; and for a moment, I imagine Jane walking past the door, staring in, watching me with Mary.
And then it hits.
- Aaaahhhhh!
- Oh! Grant! Yes. Fill me up!
The orgasm is drawn out. Mary trembles as much as I do, until I stop, spent.
- Oh! This is the best, she mutters
Mary pulls away from me, turning around, back to cuddling. She kisses me deeply, then wraps her whole body around mine. I don't move for a long minute, quiet.
Eventually, I think I hear the water stop running from the shower. Moments later, I think I hear footsteps in the hall. But my eyes remain closed.
THE BREAKFAST is not as awkward as I thought it would be. My mother is still in her bathrobe, as am I. Mary is already dressed, since she has to leave right after.
- Really nice place you have here, Jane.
Mary is very familiar, and since mom doesn't correct her, neither do I.
