Chapter 28

She had a routine, a specific path that she traversed, where window and door locks were checked, and lights shut off. I followed her, watching, curious about her habits when she was home, seeing which might get imported if we were to live together. I smiled at myself. Just saying ‘live together’ to myself made me stupidly happy.

I followed her upstairs to her room. “I’m gonna brush my teeth. Be right back,” she told me. I should do that too, I thought, and when she returned I dug my toothbrush out of my bag and went off to do my own.

When I came back she was brushing her hair. She saw me in the mirror and commented, “If I don’t do this a couple of times a day, it gets knotted. It’s a big pain to unravel.” I watched her, her motions automatic, practiced.

This seemed to be a different Karen. Something had changed in the way we interacted. I thought about it. Other times we were together alone there was a reason for it, so that we could make love, explore each other, make each other feel good, because we wouldn’t have much time together before we had to part. It always felt a bit rushed. This wasn’t quite the same.

This felt more like, I don’t know, perhaps two people who had lived together for some time, who were comfortable with each other and had a nighttime routine that needed to be completed -- perhaps shower, brush your teeth, put up your hair if that was your habit, change into your nightclothes, like that. Doing the mundane things that needed doing before you went to bed.

I unlaced my shoes and put them under a chair, out of the way, then unbuttoned my shirt slowly, watching her at her task.

She put down the brush, stretched, then stood up and started taking off her shirt. Every so often her eyes would flick over towards me. I was getting definite vibes from my e-dar. After the third time she glanced at me I laughed at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re checking me out, seeing how I’ll react to the everyday Karen. It’s amusing, and kinda cute.”

“I was not!”

“Oh, yeah, you were. Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. It’s the same way I reacted to you every other time we’ve been together, like I’ve just won the lottery and still can’t believe my luck.”

Then she did blush. “I don’t know why you think I’m so attractive. There are lots of women much prettier than I.”

I shook my head. “You are not an objective observer. None of us can judge our own attractiveness, it has to be other people giving you that assessment. I feel no different about you than the first time we were together.

“Do you remember what I said then? It was something like, ‘I look at how beautiful you are now, at fifteen, and I can only imagine what you’ll look like at twenty. You’ll have traffic screeching to a halt when you walk down the street.’

“That’s still true. I see how people in my dorm react to your picture on my desk, how jealous they are of me, and I know they agree. You’re stunning. And it’s not just your physical beauty, but also your intelligence, your curiosity, your kindness, your passion for ideas. Those are the things that shine through your physical appearance, the things that people see in you. Other women don’t come close.”

She took off her shirt and put it on the chair. “You’re sweet to think that. I think you’re nuts, but sweet.”

“I’d be nuts if I didn’t think you were gorgeous.”

I unbuttoned my pants and slipped them off, just as she did the same. I had to shake my head. I hadn’t been just passing compliments, she stood there in her underwear and looked hotter than any Playboy layout I’d ever seen. Her beauty was so natural, unfeigned and unposed, and she was unaware of it.

She still had a bit of self-consciousness about her, because I’d been talking about how beautiful she was and it was making her feel embarrassed. She reached back and unhooked her bra, tossing it on the same chair, and in the same motion slipped her panties over her hips. She reached down with one hand, grabbed them and tossed them on the chair. It was so natural a motion that it took my breath away.

She picked up the tee-shirt I remembered was her sleeping attire from the chair and slipped it on, then moved to the bed and turned back the covers. I quickly dropped my shorts and snuggled up next to her under the sheets. There was only a dim glow from the small lamp on the night table.

I lay there, stroking her cheek, memorizing her face. When I was with her, I felt like I was home, that this was where I’d find everything I’d ever need.

She reached down with one hand and brushed my dick with her fingers, just remembering what it felt like. It of course had an immediate effect on me, and my half-erect cock was soon at full attention. I wasn’t quite sure what she had in mind, but my dick was making its own plans. To be safe I sent myself a Cum Block. I wasn’t sure she actually needed it, but I linkcast her Foundation and Rowboat.

She started talking quietly. “Sometimes at school I get so stressed that it’s hard to get to sleep. It doesn’t matter how tired I am, it’s like my mind’s in overdrive, racing, I can’t slow down. Those are the times that I miss this, just lying here with you, holding on to each other. It slows me down, makes me feel at peace, like all life’s problems go away for a while.

“I try to recall that feeling, but it’s never the same. The dildo helps, but I can’t really use it if my roommates are there. I’m still embarrassed about it. Sometimes I hear one of the others -- I don’t know who, ‘cause the room’s always dark -- one of them will have a little vibrator that they use to play with themselves before they go to sleep. The one you got me is way louder. I make a lot of noise, too, when I use it, so I have to choose my play times judiciously.”

She put her arms around me and went quiet. After a minute she said, “You know what I want, Tom? I want you inside of me, just lying here, being still, our bodies close. Can we do that? I know you like it more ... physical, but just for a while, please?”

“I love every single thing I have ever done with you. If that’s what you want, then I’m in.” I crawled out of bed and fumbled for my bag. I had condoms in my wallet, but I’d put extras in the bag. Y’know, in case of an emergency.

I tucked one under the pillow and ripped open the other and rolled it on to my dick. I got back under the sheets and Karen wormed her way on top of me. It felt as erotic as every other time she’d done that.

She reached under and found my cock, then held it steady as she squirmed her way down until my dick was pointed at her pussy. I gave the slightest push and felt the tip slide in. She sighed, then wiggled down a bit further until it was most of the way in.

She lay her head on my shoulder and her hands grasped my upper arms. I felt her relax into me. “Now I feel like we’re really connected. And not the way you think, either. This makes me feel like we’re a single person. We breathe the same, we think the same, we feel the same thing for each other, plus that physical connection.”

I could understand what she meant, and I felt it too. But she may not have been aware that her pussy was contracting and releasing slowly, massaging my cock. It was very subtle, not at all like the feeling of my prick sliding in and out of her snatch. This was almost teasing me, bringing me higher ever so slowly.

She was talking now, very quietly because we were so close together, random thoughts about school and afterwards, things that she had found curious or interesting, friends she’d met -- stream of consciousness, and I felt almost mesmerized by the sound, and by the feel of my dick inside her.

Periodically she’d rearrange herself to get more comfortable and my cock would slide almost out, then in again and the feeling would wash over me. I wouldn’t cum, but she had me hovering on the edge and if felt wonderful, like it could go on forever.