Aaron packed his travel bag and watched through the window as Renée flipped a page. She was belly-down on a towel spread on the patio. Maybe he should ask where her little red bikini came from. He zipped the bag, found his phone, and sent Renée a text. "I'm about ready to go."
Renée shielded her flip phone from the sun while she checked her message. She left "To Kill a Mockingbird" face down to save her place, and Aaron heard the kitchen door open and close again.
There were soft footsteps outside his bedroom door. "When are you comin'— com
ing
home?"
"The way it's scheduled, We'll have their main witness in cross until Thursday, and I'll come home that night."
Renée stopped beside Aaron's bed. "My finals are Friday. This is my shot at maybe being normal. What if I don't have a lot of time to take care of you?"
"Take the day off. I'll get along." Aaron grasped Renée's elbow, and she lurched closer. "There's a couple things I want before I go, and I don't have much time." He wrapped an arm around Renée's bare waist, and he would have pulled her against his chest, but she got her arms between them.
Aaron inhaled the sweet scent of Renée's sweat from her throat and her back, and he untied the bows that held her bikini top. "I've never seen you completely naked. I want to see all of you."
"Use your imagination." Renée pushed her arms up and shoved on Aaron's jaw until he let her step back. She held her top in place, but Aaron pulled it out of her hands, and then she covered her breasts with her arms.
"I said, I don't have much time." Aaron shoved Renée onto the bed and knelt beside her. He pressed her into the mattress with one hand while he stripped her bikini bottom off her kicking legs.
Renée relaxed once Aaron had her naked. She watched him inhale the scent from her panties, and she laid back on the mattress while his eyes traveled over her body. She was firm and sleek from head to toe.
He touched the trimmed and shaved delta between her legs. "You look good enough to eat, but I don't have time for that now."
Renée pushed his hand away. "Now you have me naked. What's the other thing?" Aaron tucked his forefinger under Renée's jaw and watched her expression while he stroked her lips with his thumb. She bit him when he pushed his thumb into her mouth. The pain was just a tease.
Aaron sat down on the edge of the bed, and Renée squawked in surprise when he pulled her off the mattress and forced her to her knees in front of him.
"I want you to suck my cock." He knotted his fingers in her hair and bent forward to kiss her lips while he unzipped his pants and kissed her ear. She pushed away, but couldn't break his grip, and Aaron pinched her nose. "Open wide, sunshine."
Renée looked up at Aaron for a moment before he pushed her mouth down on his cock. He held her head in both hands and groaned at the ceiling, and Renée grunted through her nose while he shoved his cock to the back of her throat.
Aaron let go of Renée's head when she started gagging, and she pushed his hands away. "Look, I can make this better for you than you can." She wrapped both hands around his shaft. "Just keep your hands off my head."
Renée kissed the tip of Aaron's cock then slipped it between her lips and over her tongue. She pumped his shaft in her hands, worked her tongue around his sensitive curves, and bobbed her head over his lap, faster with each stroke.
"Oh my God!" was all Aaron could say. He fell back on the mattress, and the sudden tension in his muscles made him lift his knees apart. He arched his back and closed his eyes. Bright fireworks exploded in his head, and his contractions fired hot cum into Renée's mouth.
Renée pumped him and tickled her tongue around his cock until he was empty. His body relaxed, and Renée climbed to her feet. She spit him into the bathroom sink and rinsed her mouth, and when she was done she found Aaron standing by the bed, zipping his pants.
Aaron pulled her to him. "You're damned good at that." He kissed her mouth, but she pushed him away and slapped his face. He laughed at her. "That'll give me a lot to think about while I'm in McAllen."
Renée watched Aaron wheel his travel bag down the hallway. She waited until the door closed behind him and threw herself on his bed. She laid still for a moment before she realized that she could smell Aaron on his pillow and on his sheets.
She twisted her naked body around to pull Aaron's pillow out of the sheets, held it against her chest and inhaled his scent while she pinched her nipple and pulled. Her nipple stiffened, and she slid her hand down between her legs. She was as wet as she'd imagined; her fingers made sloppy sounds while she worked them in her vagina then touched them to her hot button.
Renée didn't tease herself. She flicked her wet fingers over her hood in just the rhythm she knew would work. She breathed Aaron's scent, moaned his name, and imagined that it was his tongue that danced on her clit and that his thick cock was poised to fill her.
The room went black for Renée, and she writhed and screamed into Aaron's pillow while she came. She was limp once the contractions passed, and she laid still to catch her breath.
Renée probably fell asleep, but she wasn't sure. She sat up on the side of the bed and realized that she still had that mockingbird to kill. Renee pushed her hair back out of her face and found her red bikini bottom where Aaron tossed it. She put on a shirt from his unwashed laundry and carried his pillow to the little house out back.
It wasn't until Thursday that she made Aaron's bed and tucked the pillow back where it came from. She'd slept with it for four nights, and now it smelled more like her than like Aaron. She talked out loud, as if his bed might answer. "I wonder if it'll turn him on. I wonder if he'll even notice."
Her questions couldn't be answered until Friday morning, and they weren't on her mind when Friday morning came.
Aaron rolled over and buried his face in the pillow he'd been sleeping on, and Renée was on his mind when he sat up on the edge of the bed. He found his phone on the bedside table and texted her. "When are your tests? Have you had breakfast?"
He was washing his face when Renée answered. "One at ten. One at two. I'm too nervous to eat."
"You dweeb. You need to eat. I'll bring you something."
Aaron dried his face and called Bert. "It's already been a long week. Does it cause a lot of trouble if I work from home today? No? Great. You know where to reach me."
He made breakfast for Renée, he made lunch for Renée, and he made sure she ate them both. Cereal and sandwiches were about the limit of his kitchen skills, so dinner would be a problem. When the clock turned over two o'clock, he was on the phone with Bert, and then with Bert's assistant.
The clock turned over 2:50, and he heard a whoop from the back house. Renée was done, but Aaron had his phone in one hand, and he searched his emails with the other.
Renée slammed through the kitchen door, and Aaron shushed her to finish his call. She dropped into a chair at the kitchen table and waited. A half-hour later she was restless and annoyed, and in another fifteen minutes she was angry and out the door again.
