She stayed still and held me, letting me set the pace.
“I really really do love you.”
*”I know and you know too.”
She rolled herself up and kissed my neck while I slowly started to move. She licked my chest with little fluttering flits of her tongue. I ground against her with a very circular intent. My eyes closed again and I drifted back, grinding deeper with longer motions. I felt a warmth around the head of my cock, and looked down to see her mouth moving just passed the head. I could sense the look on her face, it glowed with a devious delight.
There aren’t too many words to describe what I was feeling, okay there are, but we use them all too much and too often, so I’ll just let your imagination fill the gaps.
I watched as her head smoothed on my shaft as my ass rode on hers. Her hands scraped my ribs and back as she rose, taking my mouth and my breath, for her own.
“Fuck I’m, shit, oh Joe.”
I felt it, a pulse and a speed, and a slickness grew inside me.
“Shit… Joe… Cumming”
I pulled her in and pushed onto her stomach, I felt the pause and the break and the warmth on my abdomen. *”Oh, fuuuck, mee,” I moaned as my own orgasm rose out of me, pulsing with finality onto both our stomachs.
She giggled and I cracked up.
*”I do too you know.”
“What?”
*”Love you.”
“I know.”
*”Good.”
“Yeah! It is.”
*”So what do you say to once a week?”
“Elaborate, please.”
*”We get together, once a week, just for this, all night long, awake or asleep, just this, all this.”
“I can do Thursday nights after four,” She said, without even a pause.
*“I can make that work.”
“Schools out in a couple of months. Maybe we can get together more then?”
*”Oh no, we can get together more than once a week now. I mean we can work on some of your projects, go see a movie, dinner, just be, whatever. My schedule is pretty steady for the most part, I do get swamped now and then but I can find time. I’m just saying, once a week, we dedicate to this… serendipity thing.”
“Serendipity Thursdays, it is then, definitely. Hey, do you cosplay?”
*”I haven’t. I did some D&D, when it first came out, and a couple times over the years, but nothing in costume, unless you consider combat paintball or beer league hockey as cosplaying.”
“It’s fun, I don’t go out and do it anymore though. Mostly I just dress up to take pictures to sell my gear. But it would be so much fun to dress up and con. I haven’t been to one since my parents died.”
*”Well I have no problem with it, which is funny considering I hate work uniforms. If you need another coat rack for pics, I’m in. And if you needed a con date. I’ve been to a couple NYCCs, they’re good fun. Interesting toys, awesome costume work, fantastic replicas. That honestly fun group of geeks you’re happy to meet. And some hot chicks dressed as slave Leah, of course there’s the one or two that could pull off Jabba the Hutt easier, but what’s not to love?”
“Perv.”
*”That’s Dirty Old Perv to you.”
“My, Dirty, Old, Perv,” she chided, while kissing up my neck. “You know, with a little work you could pull off Sirius. At least enough to be recognizable.”
*”And would you be escorting me as Luna Lovegood? You could pull off her essence, beautifully, without a stitch of cloth or creme.”
She grabbed my face and kissed me, more to hide her blush than thank me, but who the hell am I to judge.
“Mmmhmm, I could do that. You ever see Farscape?”
*”Yeah great show, weird, I liked it.”
“You’d make a great Peacekeeper. I had…”
Nothing. Just a quirky smile and a touch more rouge.
*”You had?”
There was that shade again, brighter, followed by a sly little grin.
“One of those dreams, about Aeryn Sun, too.”
*”I do not have the chest to pull Aeryn off. And that would mean shaving things. Except the pits and the bush, Aeryn wouldn’t shave them in my universe. You know,” I looked at her and imagined different colors, *” you’d make a fantastic Nibari, a sexier Chiana. And that’s saying something in my book. Wait a minute, I thought you liked boys.”
“I do. But there are a few handsome looking women too. And I did say I had some sex dreams that ended in a, mess. She was one of the others. Okay maybe Aeryn’s small chested, older sister. Those peacekeeper outfits were hot, you’d look good in one.”
*”So is that what I am to you, a handsome looking woman? A mannequin to be used for your own personal perversions?”
“Yes.” She laughed. “A very scruffy, rugged, handsome looking woman.”
*”Fair enough. I could live with that. Ahh, The sacrifices we make.”
I grabbed at her waist with both hands.
She jumped and wriggled, “Ahh that tickles.”
I stood up, slowly, and stepped out of bed. She started to rise.
I pulled the blanket over her legs. *“I’ll be right back, relax.”
She laid back down and I went downstairs to the bath, grabbed all the stuff from breakfast and brought it back up. I put the table top back, rolled a smoke, just tobacco, and got to washing the plates and glasses. I heard her footsteps as a rhythmic skipping down the hall. Her arms where soon around me, and her lips tickled my neck. “I’ll dry.”
When the dishes were done and stored away, she dragged me to the living room, threw the cushions, from the couch, onto the rug by the cast iron stove. Then she skipped back down the hall and returned with a comforter and a pillow. She took my hand, sat down on the cushions, pulling me to her. I scooted up behind her and pulled the comforter around us.
She wrapped my arms tighter around her.
“I was twelve-ish.”
I kissed her neck, right where it curves.
“Mmmm… I was at a party, I had just changed schools the semester before, but someone from my old school was there. He was birthday boy’s cousin or something. He was one of the reasons we moved. I guess it wasn’t far enough.” She pushed back into me a little more. “We moved because, one day at school, I was peeing in the girl’s room, some girls busted in and knocked into the door. I was pulling my panties up, but they saw ME. Then the word spread. The cousin was a friend of the boy that kissed me, on a dare.” Her neck stretched, her shoulders squared, and she looked to the ceiling.
*”You don’t have to tell me anymore.”
“It’s okay, I want to. I think I need to… Anyway, he started telling everyone at the party I was a homo, that I had a penis. That’s not a girl. Stupid shit. He and some of the other boys chased me, trying to undress me to see proof. I slipped under a fence and ran, they were too big to fit. Then, I was crashing to the floor and I felt a pain in my back. I found out later, he had ripped off a metal sign from a fence and threw it at me.”
*”So that’s how you ended up with that scar.”
“Yeah.”
*”What happened after that?”
“I guess I screamed loud enough for someone to hear. I don’t recall, it was hazey. The person whose house it was ran out. There were cops, paramedics, the hospital, things are really blurry. I spent three nights in the hospital. He got sent to Kids Kamp. And my new friends acted differently from then on. We ended up moving again.”
*”Because it was your fault, for being different.”
“Yeah, you know.”
*”Not to that extent, but I had my share as a kid. No more than most, roughly about the average amount of bullying most kids, who go through that, get.”