Teachers special project(closed for Uggg)

[garajd]

"Seems to me there used to be a song called, 'Doing What Comes Naturally' and you are doing just fine. You do need to stop for just a moment and get a glob of body lotion in the palm of your hand.

Watching as she did that, her eyes almost never leaving his hard cock; she turned back to him, "Now what, love?"

"Wrap you hand back around my cock and start stroking him just like you were before. Grip tight, then sometimes loosen your fingers so it is no so tight . . .that will be very arousing to me. Now with your other hand take hold of my balls . . . not too tight, they are very sensitive. But if you caress them while stroking my cock . . . ooh, baby we are going to have an explosion before too long."

Lying on his back, her tits pressed into his side and chest, feeling her hand slide up and down his hard cock, he knew that this first orgasm would come hard and fast.

"Give my balls a little squeeze, baby. I'll tell you if it is too hard."

She followed his directions, his moans became a bit more vocal, unable to speak, he hoped his moans and body movements were telling her she was doing an excellent job.

Before he was quite ready, he felt it cumming, "Don't stop, keep going, I'm going to cum!" He arched his back off the bed just as the first blast of cum spurted from the head and landed on his belly, followed by several more.

He looked at her; her eyes were locked on his belly and the pool of white seed . . . and on her hand, still wrapped around his cock, which was beginning to lose a bit of its hardness.

"Damn, baby, that was incredible!" was about all he could get out before collapsing back on the bed.

 

[Uggg]

Wow!

It had been a bit quicker than she had expected and really sexy. The expressions on his face and the way he had been moaning and giving her orders to do things and she'd been doing them and then he'd gone all stiff and...

Wow!

He had little splashes of white goo... male ejaculate said the dry voice in her head , cum said T's more mischievous voice...across his belly and a big pool just above the head of his dick. It was kinda gross looking but she was pretty curious about it and her hands were slimy with lotion anyway so ... What the hell!

She dipped her finger in it. Warm. Slippery... much what she had expected- experiment over...

He was watching her, suddenly she realized how she must look all curious, aroused, mostly naked and a little grossed out playing with his cum. She blushed.

"Sorry, Ummm... so I did good? Its finished right? ... do you need a cloth or something?"

She wanted the cloth herself because her finger tip had his stuff on it and she wanted to wipe it off but she needed a cloth for him so he didn't get the cum on her bed sheets. She was a little flustered now and she wished he'd stop looking at her with that amusement in his eye she was feeling very self conscious about what she'd just done.

Now she wanted more snuggles but they needed to find something for him to clean up with first.

"Ummm... What do you normally use"

Was he starting to laugh! That was so unfair. Despite herself she smiled back shyly.

"Gods your such a tease!"

 

[garajd]

"Yes I am . . . and love, you did good!! Actually better than good, that was incredible. Actually a wet wash cloth, preferable warm, would be the best; but if not, facial tissue will do the trick."

Lying there on her bed, a pool of cum on his belly, he knew he could not move without making a mess in the middle of her bed . . . and she had to sleep there tonight.

He had watched as she had run her finger through it . . . and now knows what it looks and feels like.

Guessing that she wanted to cuddle a bit more before he went home, his cleanup was the most important item right now.

"I'm sure you want to wash your hands, too, so just bring me a wash cloth when you come back. I'll lie still and try not to leave any souvenirs on your sheets."

Slapping her lightly on her butt, "Don't take too long now."

 

[Uggg]

Cavelle squawked out loud and then laughed when he gave her bum a gentle smack.

A week ago someone taking a liberty like that with her person would have been a great offense. She smiled at how wonderfully things had turned so quickly as she pulled a T shirt on over her head. It was sad to do so, she had really enjoyed being mostly naked for him and his eyes had hardly left her body as she'd got up and moved around the room. Being admired like that was making her feel pretty hot... but she could get away with running into T in a t shirt and panties, just panties on the other hand would be trouble.

She washed her hands and ran some warm water over a cloth making sure it was one of hers not one of Teresa's. Then hurried back to the room and handed it to him then just stood there and watched. The novelty had certainly not warn off yet.

Laying there on her bed was naked man.

Wow!

When he was done she lay down beside him and snuggled up as close as she could. She doubted he would let her get away with the t shirt long but that was just more fun they could have. His cock had shrunk a little and didn't look so rigid any more. The voice in her head wanted to say the word flaccid but she told it to shut up and piss off. She was sick of that.

"Is it okay to touch when its soft like this love?"

Her curiosity was still running rampant. She had a naked man in her bed... and he was naked... and in her bed... and she'd given him a hand job!

Wow!

"Patrick could you stay with me tonight? I don't want to do sex... but could you stay the night with me and hold me? You can do more touches if you want to, but I really want to be held tonight, I don't want tonight to be over and I don't want to go to sleep alone. Will you stay?"

 

[garajd]

Taking the warm wet cloth from her, Patrick took his time cleaning up his "mess", really longer than necessary, but knew that her eyes were on his every move. Starting around his balls, then up his shaft and over the head, squeezing it just a bit for that last leaking cum; finally taking his cock in his hand and holding it up out of the way as we wiped the pool of cum off his body.

Looking at Cavelle as she stood there, eyes focused on his naked body, he knew she was aroused, even detecting a noticeable wet spot on her panties.

Handing her the wet cloth, the one that she had given him to clean his dick after her hand job, he watched as she threw it on her laundry basket in the corner, then reached for her hand to pull her back in bed with him.

"Is it okay to touch when it's soft like this, love?"

Caressing her cheek as she lay next to him, "You can touch whenever you like."

"I'm certainly OK staying here, but what about Teresa? You're the one that has to deal with her in the morning."

Waiting for her to respond, he pulled her close to him, her hard nipples pressing thru the t-shirt into his chest; he knew that her t-shirt wasn't going to stay on long, probably part of her little game of teasing that they played so well together.

His lips found hers, and the first kiss was passionate, tongues soon engaged with each other; his hand was up and down her back, stopping at her waist, then sliding on down to cup and massage her sweet ass thru her panties.

As she pressed her body against him, he knew she had to be feeling his still naked cock against her thighs, very close to contacting her pussy thru her panties. He was not going to push her more than she was ready to surrender, but this night was far from over.

 

[Uggg]

Cavelle was feeling pretty chuffed. Things couldn't really have gone any better tonight. They'd gone from strained and upset after their miscommunications the night before to a wonderful intimate dinner together, more snuggling and teasing in the car at the park and now the most sexual, intimate and private experience of her life.

She felt aroused but satisfied. She felt loved, claimed and appreciated. This was possibly the happiest and most contented she had ever been. It was getting late though and she was starting to feel tired. Patrick had just agreed to stay the night and that was just exactly the perfect way to end a perfect evening.

He was concerned about T again but Cavelle reassured him that T wouldn't give a toss. Why Patrick was so intimidated by her flatmate she didn't know but she guessed she would just have to let them find their own dynamic.

"Shall we get under the covers and flick the light off love?"

Patrick might have slightly different ideas.
The way he was kissing her and touching her was making it very tempting to stay up much later but she had already had one day off from her classes and her work in his office she couldn't afford to stay up too late. She was sure they could find a happy median.

Panties and T shirt were good attire for sleeping in though it wouldn't take much encouragement from him to have her snuggled up warm under the covers topless.

She wasn't ready to stop kissing and cuddling yet but she was ready for lights out and into bed... then they could have some soft quiet intimacy and drift off to sleep in each others arms... Everything was just perfect.

 

[garajd]

As he reached to the lamp stand and flipped on the light, Patrick felt Cavelle snuggle up against him under the covers . . . still in t-shirt and panties.

"Sweetheart, so how come I'm the only one that's naked in this bed?"

As she pressed her breasts into his chest, hard nipples and all, he reach down again and with his hand on her tight ass in her panties, pulled her body close to him . . . even he could feel his cock nestled against her thighs under the covers.

Carefully assessing just how far he should go tonight . . . Cavelle in her panties giving him a hand job until he unleashed a load of cum onto this belly which she watched him clean up.

Cavelle even asking if she could touch him while his dick was soft . . . she was definitely wanting to know him and his body quite intimately . . . time to turn the tables a little bit.

Sliding his hand under her t-shirt and caressing her back as she pressed against him for a kiss; he knew that his hand and fingers on her back were something she desired and craved.

As his hand made its way down her back, he slid his finger just under the waist band of her panties, just enough to touch some skin where he had not been before, then quickly withdrawing his hand.

Whispering in her ear, "Get rid of the t-shirt, you little tease; I need to feel some tits against my chest. Pretty sure that's the way I want to fall asleep."

 

[Uggg]

"Get rid of the t-shirt, you little tease; I need to feel some tits against my chest. Pretty sure that's the way I want to fall asleep."

His tone set a fire inside her. So commanding and masculine. Had she actually whimpered? All of a sudden she wanted nothing more than to do as she was told.

She felt a little internal conflict at that, dignity demanded some resistance but every other desire she had told her she wanted to be a good girl for Patrick. That's how that tone made her feel. That's how his hands on her body made her feel.

She was glad the light was out. She was afraid of what he would see in her face if he could see her face right now. What did it mean about her that she suddenly felt so submissive? Was it okay?

"Yes my love..."

She sat up slowly and pulled the t shirt off over her head then snuggled back in beside him under the sheets.

"...Like this love?"

All she had on now were her panties, damp with her desire and a little uncomfortable. Such a flimsy line of defense but did she even need to defend herself from him, could she even, if all he need do to strip that thin layer away would be to demand it?

Cavelle was trembling, hyper-aware of every touch between their bodies, hyper aware that now both those bodies were his if he wanted it, aware also that he would be able to feel her trembling. She was not afraid for him to know how intense this experience was for her.

 

[garajd]

"Yes, sweetie, just like that. I love the feeling of your body against mine, your full breasts and hard nipples mashed against my chest. You like it too, right?"

His hand between them, caressing and teasing her nipples, first one, then the other; going a bit further and kissing down her neck toward her chest.

"Listen to me, love. I know we have gone pretty far tonight, but you need to know I am not going to ask for or expect sex tonight. That will only come when you are completely comfortable with me and when you ask me to make love to you. Understand?"


As he talked to her, he slid his hand down over her tummy, to her side and down her hip to her thigh.

"Unless to tell me to stop, I am going to slide hand over your panties and rub lightly against you. I will not touch you inside, but I want you to feel the pressure of my fingers on your pussy."

 

[Uggg]

He had her. She was his.

"Yes, sweetie, just like that. I love the feeling of your body against mine, your full breasts and hard nipples mashed against my chest. You like it too, right?"

He'd rolled a little on top of her, his body pining her to the bed but he was being gentle, she was not afraid.

"Oh yes, love I want it!"

His hand was slidding between them, caressing her breasts and tweaking, tugging and rubbing her stiff nipples,

Cavelle let out a series of short urgent whimpers.

His lips started kissing down her neck demanding access to her chest. She arched her back trying to give them what they commanded but trapped as she was she succeed only in mashing her breasts against his hands and chests.

She'd been feeling like the sexy part of the night was over as they snuggled into bed together but the commanding way he'd taken charge of her had put paid to that. She was ruled by that same urgent lust that had washed away her fears earlier and again now she felt like an animal, like a tiger. She wanted to bite and be bitten, she wanted to scratch and be handled.

Without her needing to ask she was certainly getting the handling she required. His lust driving hers on even further.

"Listen to me, love. I know we have gone pretty far tonight, but you need to know I am not going to ask for or expect sex tonight. That will only come when you are completely comfortable with me and when you ask me to make love to you. Understand?"


Her response wasn't words just a wild little noise and her panting as involuntarily her hips thrust and she felt her legs part and his hardening cock rubbed her hip. He wasn't completely over her. He had one leg between hers and she felt her pussy press against his leg and it was like when he'd tugged at her buttock earlier. Sensation flooded her. Inside she was flooding.

One of his hands had left off the tormenting pleasure of her breast and was sliding over her tummy.

"Unless to tell me to stop, I am going to slide my hand over your panties and rub lightly against you. I will not touch you inside, but I want you to feel the pressure of my fingers on your pussy."

Yes! That! Gods Patrick please that!

Her voice was hardly a voice at all but her mouth was next to his ear...

"Mmmf... please...Yes! ...ah!"

She could say no more... his fingers had found her and she threw her head back and let out a noise that she could only hope T didn't hear from down the other end of the house...

 

[garajd]

He had to admit that this was far more than he have ever dreamed of when he picked her up for dinner tonight . . . he was just hoping to resolve the fight from last night and spend some time kissing and hugging before taking her home.

Now, he was naked in her bed, caressing her thigh, with her almost begging him to run his fingers across her panties and tease her pussy . . . thru the material, but still able to apply some pressure on her most private area . . .

As his fingers made contact, he caress her entire area under her panties, then slid his fingers down between her thighs, feeling her buck against him as a finger, thru the material, spread her pussy lips and came into very light contact with her clitoris.

That's when she let out a gasp that may have been heard by Teresa at the other end of the house; the temptation was to continue rubbing her clit and labia until she had an orgasm in her panties . . . but that has to be Cavelle's decision.

"I love you, Cavelle; I love touching and exciting you. Tell me to go on . . or tell me to stop. It's all up to you love."

He was so close, so desiring to insert his fingers under her panties and just touch her . . . but that was a step that had to be invited to partake in.

 

[Uggg]

His touch was perhaps a fraction firmer and certainly a lot less precise than if she'd been touching her self but gods was it just perfect anyway! She never would have known. She never would have guessed just how much hotter it felt when it was someone else's fingers down there. Someone else in control of her body and in control of her lust filled mind.

This was Patrick, wonderful sexy, intelligent, hot, demanding, commanding, gentle Patrick, touching her pussy and she couldn't get enough of it. What a wanton little hussy she felt and she loved that too!

She knew that Patrick probably hadn't been expecting things to progress so quickly but then he probably didn't understand yet how she'd been feeling for the last months, the last year. Cavelle had been waiting for him to come along, waiting for Mr Perfect to sweep her off her feet. She had been wanting this so badly. She had been ready for him before she'd even met him.

Now here he was, and he was perfect. He was just the right type of gentle for her, for her to throw aside all her shyness and fear. So yes, he could have her.

"I love you, Cavelle; I love touching and exciting you. Tell me to go on . . or tell me to stop. It's all up to you love."

See? ... Perfect!

Suddenly frustrated with her clammy damp confinement Cavelle wiggled a little under him, freed her arms and tried to push her panties down. She couldn't. Her legs were apart and trapped that way with his knee between hers.

She moaned her desire into his ear, confident that he would fix the problem... Patrick could fix everything. Patrick was just perfect.

 

[garajd]

Patrick sensed what she was attempting; he felt her hands grabbing at her panties, trying to push them down to give him complete access to her, yet his knee between her thighs was in the way.

He easily removed his knee and reached for her panties himself, sliding them down her legs and over her feet. He was tempted to bring them to his face to inhale her aroused scent, but still not sure just how far to take her.

Now that her panties were off, she was ready for him to continue touching and caressing her virgin pussy. Using two fingers to spread her lips wide, he inserted another finger, just far enough to rub over her clit, a little rougher than he had in the past.

He assumed that her clit needed the same attention as he told her about his cock, be strong and firm, but mix it up with a little bit of a light touch. As he inserted his finger just far enough to engage her clit, her response was electric . . . the moans, the cries, the clamping of her thighs on his wrist . . . he just knew her orgasm was not too far behind.

He lowered his lips to suckle at her nipples, as he had earlier; one arm wrapped around his head, keeping his lips secure on her breast . . . he was surprised to feel her other hand on the tops of his at the opening to her pussy . . . she needed this, she wanted him to pleasure her.

He broke from her breast for a moment, "Now, Cavelle, now baby, cum for me!"

 

[Uggg]

Heaven! Paradise! After he'd slipped her panties off she pushed her knees wide apart. Opening herself for him and enjoying the physical sensation of feeling her lips spread and the emotional feeling that came with this utter surrender.

He wasted no time bringing his hands back and she felt his fingers on her moist sensitive flesh spreading her lips even wider exploring her intimate folds. His finger tips pulling her lips apart were stretching her skin a little and though it felt wonderful it was also just a fraction too rough but moments later any thought of that was wiped from her mind as another finger found her clit and she exploded with sensations too overwhelming to process.

"Ahhh...Ah..Huh..PA... Mmmf"

Her head was thrown back her eyes closed her mouth open and her chest thrust up. His mouth found one of her nipples and sucked hard. It was so intense it was almost painful, she would never ever be so rough with herself when handling her breasts and yet the deep ache behind the sensitivity came with waves of pleasure that caused some kind of tightening inside her body. Inside her most intimate chambers muscles were convulsing in time with his attentions.

His fingers between her legs were relentless driving her to new heights faster and harder than she ever would have done to herself and though it was so intense she could barely stop herself from squeezing her thighs shut on his hand she was able to somehow ride it, to crest it. Something big was happening.

"Now, Cavelle, now baby, cum for me!"

Yes that was it! That's what it was.

It hit. Her thighs slapped together but she was lean and there was room for his hand there still. Her body arched back the other way now, curling her into a fetal ball around the explosion deep inside her belly. but for a moment more he still wasn't stopping. She was cumming harder than she had ever cum before, even harder than she had in the shower thinking of him with the shower head.

"Ah... AHHH... AHHHHHH!"

She needed him to stop it was too much.

"AHHHHHHH!"

She reached down and pulled at his hand. He continued for just a second or too more it felt to her like an eternity, he had complete control... she had none, it was wonderful... And it was over.

Cavelle couldn't open her eyes yet. Little twitches and convulsions were shaking her. Her breathing wouldn't slow. And everywhere his flesh touched hers it felt like her skin was on fire. She felt a twitch in her leg turn into an accidental kick that connected with him and she started to giggle and apologize at the same time.

She felt euphoric. She opened her eyes and there he was.

"Patrick... I love you, Ohhhhhh" another deep internal aftershock.

"Ahhh... I freakin love you!"

 

[garajd]

Feeling her entire body seize up in her orgasm, Patrick knew he had finally touched her deepest emotions.

Spasm after spasm racked her from head to toe; ending in a muscle twitch in her left leg that almost caused her to do some real 'damage' to him. Fortunately, they could both laugh afterwards.

As she slowly regained her normal breathing pattern, he wrapped his arms around her, "Think you can go to sleep now?"

He didn't really want an answer; he just wanted to feel her naked body pressed up against his in her bed . . . life couldn't be any better for Patrick tonight!!

 

[Uggg]

Cavelle drifted off to sleep happily, wrapped around Patrick with one leg thrown across his and one arm across his chest. At some time in the night they must have shifted because she woke in the morning to the feel of something pressing against her bum. She had a moment of confusion before her memories clicked into place. Then she smiled a little secret smile.

She could hear Patrick's slow rhythmic breath, he was still asleep. At some point during the night they'd ended up with him spooning her and now this must be what they call morning wood. She pressed her buttocks back a little experimentally and almost giggled.

Oh yup! He's definitely hard!

A glance at her clock told her it was only six thirty, they had plenty of time. She'd wake him at about seven as he'd need to go back to his house to get ready for work but for now she could just lay here and enjoy the feel of his body behind hers. His warm chest against her back, his belly in the small of her back and of course...

She nudged her bottom back again and this time a little giggle did escape her lips as she felt his hard shaft slide between her buttocks and its head tickle her lower back. He can't have been entirely asleep. She heard a chuckle behind her and his arm wrapped around her waist and rested against her chest then pulled her back against him a little closer. She sighed in contentment and closed her eyes.

They lay like that for another quarter hour or so and then there was a very light tap on the door. Teresa's voice was quiet and she sounded a little embarrassed.

"Cavelle, Patrick's car is behind mine in the driveway and I have to get to work soon?"

Cavalle groaned.

"Kay T, Sorry! Give us five minutes okay?"

"No problem sis, Take ten. I still need to finish my coffee. I'll put the jug on for you two."

That last line had the sound of amusement in it and Cavelle could imagine Teresa's expression on the other side of the door. It would be a raised eyebrow and a cheeky grin.

"Shut up T! Yes he stayed the night!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"You didn't have to..." but it was too late she could here laughter retreating down the hall.

Cavelle rolled over and looked at Patrick. He was propped on one elbow and watching her with a sparkle of amusement in his eye.

Ten minutes, time for some kisses. He didn't seem to have any objections.

 

[garajd]

God, he could get used to this . . . sleeping the night with his love close to him . . . not sure they were more than two inches apart all night. With her back pressed against his chest and her sweet ass pressed back and squirming against his hard shaft, what a way to wake up.

He knew that the last couple of wriggles were intentional; he slid his hand up from her belly to take a breast in his hand and give it a gentle caress, immediately getting a hard nipple in return.

Whispering in her ear, "You are a damn tease, and I love you."

He returned the 'favor' by sliding his hard cock up and down between her cheeks and nibbling at the back of her neck. Just then came a tap on the door,

"Oops, guess we got caught!!" As she and Teresa carried on their little conversation, ending with Teresa giggling down the hallway, his fingers continued to distract her as he teased her naked body.

As she turned over to face him, "Do you realize how explosive your orgasm was last night? I can't wait until we have some time together and you can tell me about it."

After a few more minutes of kissing and touching, "Guess I better get some clothes on and get my car out of the way. After I go home and get ready for work, I will come back and pick you up."

One last kiss (for now), Patrick started to get out of the bed; he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his slowly softening dick, "This is yours; no one will ever see or touch it but you."

 

[Uggg]

Getting picked up in the morning and dropped of at night... He knew how to make a girl feel special that was for sure. Cavelle smiled to herself as she chewed on a piece of toast for breakfast.

Her gym bag was packed and waiting by the door ready for when he came back to collect her. Wednesday was a good day. They'd have the morning together in his office then in the afternoon he had two classes and she had a lecture then netball training.

Cavelle was looking forward to spending the morning working on his plans for the new classes he wanted to run. She was also looking forward to the time spent basking in his attention and that warm presence that surrounded him. Another smile teased the edge of her lips. This time a memory from earlier was the instigator.

"You are a damn tease, and I love you."

Such naughty words he whispered to her as they'd snuggled together naked. The idea of being a tease would have seemed to her like a bad thing in the past but when he called her that it made her feel so sexy, so delightfully naughty, especially laying naked in her bed with his naked male body pressed up against the entire length of her and his hands on her anywhere he wanted them to be, owning her.

Before they'd gotten dressed he'd taken her hand and placed it back on his cock, the gesture had startled and embarrassed her a little but the words he spoke had been a commitment that she would cherish for ever.

"This is yours; no one will ever see or touch it but you."

She had stretched her naked body up against him kissed him on the lips and replied.

"I am all yours Patrick," Her breasts had pressed against his chest, " This is all yours, no one will see or touch it but you."

There, promises made and sealed. That had felt wonderful.

Teresa left not long after they got up and Patrick had moved his car. He hadn't stayed much longer, in a hurry to get home and get ready for work. Cavelle had showered and put on a load of washing that Teresa would hang out when she got home then in her room she had stretched out naked on the bed and just basked in her memories of the night before and his smell in her bedding and on her pillow for several minutes before she got dressed.

She was dressed now, ready for the day, she had her contact lenses in and she'd put on a little lipstick, not something she normally bothered with for university. She'd also fished out some nice silver pendant ear rings her mother had given her for Christmas. Normally she wore simple studs but she'd loved Patrick's sexy nibbles on her earlobes the night before and it made her think of the pendants so she wore them... for him.

Her bag had the gear she would need for netball training and after that she was actually looking forward to a night at home with T for some catch up chit chat and a chance to process the momentous turn her life had taken then maybe an early night, she'd been up late two nights in a row. She heard his car in the driveway and it was with a smile that she met him. Of course he got out of the car and opened her door for her... that was Patrick, just perfect.

 

[garajd]

A quick trip to his apartment, a shower, proper dress for a professor for the day, a glass of juice and he was on his way to pick up the love of his life. She was ready for him as soon as he pulled in the drive; hopping out of the car, he barely beat her to the door to open it for her.

A quick kiss on the cheek as she slid between him and the door to climb in.

After all, they both had a busy day, so not the time to start any 'games'. They chatted about her work at the office, how she was coming with his proposal for the new class. The afternoon would take them in entirely separate directions.

As the pulled into the parking lot, he leaned over for a quick kiss before the got out of the car. As they walked to the building where his office was located, she reminded him of her practice after her afternoon lecture.

Patrick offered to pick her up and drive her home; she let him know that the evening was already planned with Teresa. He tried to put a good 'pout' on his face, but she saw right thru him and playfully slapped at his arm. Knowing how close the two roommates were, he knew that Teresa was full of questions . . and that he would be the topic of tonight's chit chat . . . and that Teresa would have a field day embarrassing the crap out of Cavelle, although she was undoubtedly jealous of her best friend's new love.

As they entered the office and hung their coats, knowing that no one else was in this part of the building yet, he touched her cheek, "You look perfect today; the earrings are a nice touch"

 

[Uggg]

There were a million things different about the world today. It had never been so bright before. It had never seemed so safe before. The problems it presented had never been so small before and the small joys had never been so utterly perfect.

And then after a while Cavelle realized that the world was exactly the same as it had always been and it was her that had changed. She was confident where before she had felt timid. That was the core of it. She felt bold and confident and beyond either of those she felt sexy! She had never felt sexy before but she felt sexy now and the reason why was obvious...

"You look perfect today; the earrings are a nice touch"

Of course he would notice, he was perfect.

He couldn't keep his hands or his lips off her and that was just as it should be as well. Every time he touched her whether it was a casual hand on the small of her back or a kiss on the lips she felt proud as punch to belong to him. Right there in his arms anytime he wanted it, that was where she belonged and he belonged in hers.

A few days ago she was worried what people would think... Now she didn't care. So much confidence, such an unfamiliar feeling.

He wanted to pick her up from netball practice and of course she wanted that, she wanted every second they could spend together, but she already had plans with T so she declined regretfully and reminded him that she'd invited him to watch her game on Saturday, he hadn't confirmed that he'd be able to make that yet.

It was a long and wonderful day but for Cavelle the highlight was the conversation they had at morning tea about the night before. It made her feel so hot to think of things they had done, of the things they were yet to do. Of course that was what the conversation soon turned to... the big thing... the thing they were yet to do.

Cavelle wanted it so badly but gods was she frightened, specially now she'd seen the size of him, she'd never realized before just how big they got. What if it couldn't even fit in her? She knew it was supposed to hurt the first time but what if it was too big to go in and she just ended up hurting and him disappointed?

She confessed her fears to him quietly at morning tea as they snuggled together in a sunny spot outside the cafeteria.

 

[garajd]

"I would be happy just to drop you off at home, but it you and T have something else worked out, no problem."

He was a bit surprised when she brought up the topic of sex when they took a break from the office in the morning. He listened as her fears came out . . . would it really fit inside her?

"Trust me, love, it will fit. Yes, it might be a little tight at first, but your body is amazingly made so that you will expand to take all of me. And yes, the first time will undoubtedly be a bit painful. After all, you have had an anatomy course and understand that the hymen needs to be broken."

"But, from what I recall, that usually happens quite quickly, and the pleasure soon overcomes the pain. Just talk to T and get her perspective. You should know by now that I am not going to push you into this. When you are ready, then, we'll go for it."

"When we get back to the office, leave a note on my calendar about your game on Saturday. I'm pretty sure I can make it, but a reminder on my calendar would be helpful. If T comes to the game, maybe we can all go out for dinner afterwards?"

 

[Uggg]

Talking to T about her nerves was good idea. Teresa was single but when Cavelle had first moved in with her she'd had a boyfriend that used to come visit her in the Weekends. She wasn't a virgin. T was cheeky but she was a wonderful friend who had really looked out for Cavelle over the year and half they'd lived together.

Back in the office she was making good progress on Patrick's lesson plans and also remembered to update his calendar with Saturday's game. The game was at 11.30 in the morning so dinner would have to be a lunch and Teresa would probably be keen too. T wouldn't be able to watch the game she worked on Saturday morning but she could make the lunch if she wanted to come. They could talk about that later.

The afternoons classes couldn't have been more boring and it was with some relief that she finally made it to practice. She'd missed practice on Tuesday and her legs were ready for a good stretch out after the hard training they'd endured on Monday. Coach Adam's was good at her job and knew what her girls needed. Training started with a 5 km run then they finished off with some passing drills and a friendly match of half court. A long training session but not a particularly hard one.

Cavelle had turned down the professors offer for a ride not wanting to put him out and caught the bus home instead. She was used to catching the bus, it had become her quiet time. She liked to think as she watched the world slide by outside the windows. Today she liked the way the late afternoon sun was painting the world and when she looked through the window she could see the reflection of her face smiling like a ghost overlaid over the world.

Teresa cooked dinner that night and Cavelle did the dishes. They talked of course, mostly about Patrick, Cavelle filling T in on the things that had happened at dinner the night before and later in a quieter voice told her also how far they had gone in bed... and what hadn't happened yet. Cavelle was respectful of Patrick's privacy and didn't answer some of T's more scandalous questions but they were best friends, they didn't have many secrets.

Teresa teased Cavelle a little about her fears but also reassured her as Patrick had done that everything would be fine as long as he was patient and gentle with her and she was feeling ready. Before the night before Cavelle wouldn't have really understood exactly what that meant, 'feeling ready' but now she did. Yes he made her feel ready very well indeed.

Her nerves and fear were not entirely abated but she was feeling a bit better about it. She guessed she was probably going to be nervous right up until it actually happened, then it would be done and she would know. It was the fear of the unknown as much as anything.

Cavelle went to bed early at about eight thirty but lay in bed thinking. Eventually she reached for her phone to give her heart what it was craving.

>'Thinking of you love. You make me feel so wonderful. I love you so much.'

 

[garajd]

"Hi, baby. Hope you and Teresa had a fun evening catching up . . . mostly about me? LOL!! Going to watch the rest of this soccer match and head to bed myself. Guess I need to figure out something to dream about tonight!! Love you, too!!"

He turned back to the TV and watched the rest of the World Cup match. He never really watched that much soccer, but now that the World Cup was on, he enjoyed watching.

Finishing his beer and turning off the TV, he grabbed his phone once more, "Hi, love! Do you want a ride in the morning? I know you aren't scheduled to work tomorrow morning, but I'd love the company if you want a ride. G'night, sweetheart."

 

[Uggg]

She had a study group first thing then a class on Thursdays. After lunch she would be free and she would spend that with him but her heart craved every moment he could spare her so she was quick to reply in the affirmative.

>'Yes please. Some kisses to start the day off might be nice too! *Blush* Love you. night night.'

She followed that with a pic of her feet sticking up at the foot of her bed with her slippers on.

 

[garajd]

"Seriously? You think you can start 'demanding' some kisses to start the day off? LOL!! Pretty sure I can meet your request! You know I'm not going to pass on the opportunity. Right?

Looking at the pic of her slippered feet at the edge of the bed.

"If I were there, you wouldn't need slippers to keep your feet warm. You could use my back or the backs of my legs!! Good night, love!! Kisses and caresses. P"