While I looked down at the moon lighted bed with her shape outlined through the blankets, I slipped my underpants down and stepped out of them before carefully sliding into the side of her bed furthest from her. I waited there until I warmed up from the cool night air, hoping my skin wouldn't be a shock to her, and silently rubbed my hands together until I was sure they were warmer. I could feel the heat radiating off her body just a few inches away.
She had gone to bed an agonizingly long time before. Maybe over an hour. And I was sure she must be sound asleep. If the silence of the room and the nearly impossible to see rise and fall of her chest was a good measure, then she was deep asleep. Her bare arms were spread to the sides of her head, her long blond hair splayed around it. The sheet and thin blanket just covered the peaks of her breasts but left the white shoulder straps visible.
Holding myself up on one elbow, I looked down where the blanket shaped to her flat stomach, the slight rise below her waist, and her legs spread with one foot against the inside of the other knee.
Since she had been wearing her short white satin robe that was about to the middle of her thighs, I knew the nightgown she was wearing was the one I'd seen as she got up in the morning a couple of times. I wondered why she bothered to wear it since it covered her breasts but didn't hold them in place like a bra or even a T-shirt and hardly went down to the place between her legs. Those times I'd seen it and some other colored ones that were similar, she hadn't been wearing panties underneath. Those times I'd seen just a nanosecond flash of the spot between her legs.
When I moved my hand under the covers onto her stomach, I could feel her slow breathing and she didn't react. But I could see my hand shake through the blanket much easier. Her stomach felt hot against my hand and I decided just to stay like that for a minute to let my hand warm up. Rather than just leaving it still (shaking still), I rubbed her stomach a little and held my breath watching to see if I was waking her up. She showed no sign of waking as I moved my hand on the slippery material over her stomach, working downward little by little until the palm of my hand was on her tummy below her waist.
My little finger touched her bare skin below the bottom of the nightgown. Still moving up and down a little, I felt more skin at the top part of her leg against more fingers. Feeling my head reeling a little from holding my breath, I took a slow breath but tried not to even breath against her bare arm closest to me. My hand shook again when I felt the hair against my finger tips. Not wanting to brush it the wrong direction with a result something like rubbing a cat the wrong way, I brushed down across it, lifted my hand a little, and brushed down again further.
I could just make out where the hair was not and knew my hand was exactly where I wanted it, just like the guys had shown me that other time. This time it wasn't wet and I could feel the things that were like rolls of fat at the sides a lot better than the little bump I was looking for. But I knew from what they said that it wasn't that big most of the time and even the puffy parts at the sides weren't hardly there most of the time. I did know just exactly what to do to get it bigger and how much she loves that.
My finger traced the line of skin that went between the puffier parts that had some hair close beside. I knew perfectly where the bump should be and moved the puffy part of my fingertip up to it. Trying super hard to be really easy with it, I rubbed softly then made little circles with the loose skin there. Up and down. Side to side. Round and round one direction and then the other direction. Then starting over.
I watched her even breathing as the blanket slowly rose and fell and glanced at her face looking for even the tiniest change. Since there was no real sign of anything at all, I pulled my hand back out carefully, got a couple of fingers really slimy with spit, and more quickly returned them to that spot between her legs just the slightest bit.
The wet helped and after a few more seconds I felt the little bump under my fingertips. That's when her mouth opened and she took a bigger, sort of shivery, breath. Since it seemed to me that she was really liking what I was doing, I kept up a steady pace, afraid that any changes might wake her up. In fact, I thought she was already awake when her legs moved apart some and was sure she would wake up when her closest leg touched mine. Maybe she did then but, if so, she didn't stop me or move away. Instead where I was touching started to move up and down and up and down against my fingers.
That's when I heard a sort of squishy wet noise and smelled a kind of spicy smell. She let out a quiet little moan I was sure meant she was awake. As I continued to rub her, she moaned like that more and more.
Suddenly her body lost coordination, bouncing and vibrating against my hand. For a minute, I kept rubbing but then knew I'd wake her the rest of the way if I didn't stop.
