Penny Lane's Seduction

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Tease.”

  “Hurry up, I want you naked too.”

  “How do I know you are nekkid under there?”

  She blew me a kiss, and slowly let go of the duvet. I pulled it down a couple of inches and she shivered. I don’t think she was cold—I’m pretty sure it was anticipation, not the temperature. I’d revealed a little bit more of her naked shoulders but nothing else. She could still be wearing something strapless under there. I pulled at the duvet again, but she grabbed it to stop me.

  “Your turn.”

  “My turn?”

  “Yeah, lose some more clothing and I’ll let you pull the duvet a little further.”

  I shrugged. “Okay, I’m game if you are.” I was already thinking ahead, so without another word I bent down and pulled my left sock off, then held it in the air to show her I’d actually removed it.

  Penny pouted. “That’s not fair.”

  “You didn’t state which item of clothing.”

  She watched as I slowly reached for the bottom of the duvet. She kept her hands on the top edge, but didn’t resist as I pulled it a little further. She stopped me just before I exposed her nipples, but I could see enough of her chest to know she was at least topless. Topless and breathless, her flush covering her face, her neck, and descending onto her chest. I knew the next time the duvet moved it would be exposing very hard nipples, gloriously sensitive nipples that I loved to suck and touch. Nipples that Penny loved for me to play with too. I was salivating at the prospect as I bent down and removed my other sock, showed it to her, then tossed it to the floor.

  She giggled again, throatily this time. I knew she was turned on. Now to find out how much. As I pulled the duvet down to her waist, she arched her back, her hands moving to cup her breasts. I caught sight of her hard little button nipples just before her hands covered them. I heard her groan as she closed her eyes, her hands doing what we both wanted mine to be doing. With her eyes closed I knew that her little game was over—it was time for the more serious love-making to begin. With that in mind I pulled off my T-shirt and pushed my boxers over my throbbing erection. Once I’d kicked my feet free from my underwear I grabbed the duvet and whisked it all the way off her as she gave a soft squeal.

  Penny was indeed naked, gloriously so. She stretched her legs languidly then slowly spread them apart, revealing her little pink slit. Something looked different and I realized she’d shaved everything off—her entire mound was bald. My breath caught at the sight—something she’d obviously done just for me, either last night or this morning before leaving for college.

  Her eyes had opened, watching me as I stared at that spot between her legs. She spread her legs further apart, opening up the little slit, showing the pink flesh in between. Her wet pink flesh, because Penny was as turned on as I was.

  “Ready or not, baby.”

  “God, I’m ready for you.”

  I fell forward onto the bed, my hands reaching for her flesh as I crawled up toward her. I knew what she wanted—she wanted me to fuck her straight away—but I had one more thing to try first. Something she’d denied me.

  As I crawled between her legs I lowered my head, and started to kiss the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh.

  “Gareth, no!”

  She tried to sit up, making it as far as her elbows then, as I continued to kiss her inner thighs, she collapsed back onto the bed again.

  “Gareth, please…no.”

  I could hear a different tone in her voice though. She might be saying no, but her tone was saying the opposite. Her body was agreeing with her tone too. She sighed and spread her legs wider, a mute invitation to plunder her deep moist center.

  My head moved an inch nearer its ultimate goal, then another inch. I could smell her arousal now, a heady scent that almost had me pumping out my load onto the sheets.

  “God, you smell gorgeous!”

  “Gareth!” Her voice was small, resigned to what I was doing, not having the will nor the willpower to stop me. My tongue finally touched her slit and she bucked under me, unused to the touch as I slowly licked her from the bottom of her slit to the very top, just above her clit. I did it again and again, savoring her. She groaned and her hands came down to tangle in my hair.

  “You naughty boy!” Her voice was freighted with lust. She’d forgiven me, even assuming she hadn’t planned it this way—which was always a possibility with my Penny.

  Her legs thrashed on the bed as I pressed my tongue into the groove around her clit. Then they closed on the sides of my head like a vice as I plunged my tongue into her. I alternated back and forth between her opening and her clit with her hips churning and her pussy grinding into my face. Her back arched and she went into spasm, a muffled scream sounding from above my head as she came, hard. I could feel the wetness around my lips as she slowly relaxed her legs and I came up for air. My cock felt harder than it had ever been, but I knew she was temporarily too sensitive so held myself there motionless as she fought for breath.

  She’d used a pillow to muffle her scream, an endearing habit she had, probably because of thin walls at home. Either that or her knuckle caught between her teeth.

  She dropped the pillow to the side and lifted her head up, her eyes seemingly lazy and unfocussed. “Come here.”

  “Let me grab a tissue.” I knew her juices coated my face and I was going to wipe them off.

  “Now!” She almost barked it out as a command.

  I did as I was told, swarming up her body until my head was above hers. She gazed up into my face, a dreamy smile playing there. “Is that all me?”

  “Unless the blonde managed to get back under the bed before you saw her, yes.”

  She frowned at me for the lameness of the joke but held her arms up to welcome me. I lowered my body onto hers, feeling her beasts flatten under my chest. Her mouth met mine, her tongue questing around my lips. I knew she was tasting herself but Penny didn’t seem to care about that. I waited for her to pull back in disgust but she didn’t, so I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth as well. She bucked against me and moved her legs slightly, positioning me, but not in the way I’d expected. She rolled us both over, still keeping lips locked as she finished up on top, her straddling me. I could feel the heat of her pussy pressing against my hard cock and hissed at the way it felt. She giggled into my mouth and adjusted her position, sliding up me until the entrance to her slit was right at the tip of my cock.

  “Put it in me.”

  I wormed a hand between our now slick bodies, grasping my cock and angling it up a little. She felt hot against me and pushed back a little, engaging the head between her outer lips. She groaned again, then slowly lifted her body on her arms, separating our chests so I could adjust the angle properly. She pushed back, taking the head inside herself. I could feel the way her overheated lips closed around the shaft just behind the head, and then she pushed back all the way. I gasped and couldn’t stop the way my hips thrust up to meet her as she ground down.

  “Lie still…” Her voice was low-pitched and urgent. “Let me do the work.”

  I did as she asked, and reveled in the feeling as she ground up and down on me, her performance accompanied by tiny gasps and moans as she alternately bottomed out, and left herself almost empty. She was slow, deliberate rather than fast, and passionate, and I was in heaven.

  “I’m not going to last long, baby.”

  She smiled down at me, a naked goddess riding me, her beautiful face framed by her mane of long brown hair. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ve got all night.”

  She squeezed herself around my cock and my hands came up to grab her waist. She put her hands on mine, making me let go as she continued to bounce on me, and instead, lifted my hands to her breasts. My fingers curled around her nipples and she groaned in sheer pleasure as I pulled on the sensitive flesh. They were hard, rock-hard, and she writhed as I squeezed them. Her movements brought a whole new dimension to our love-making and I couldn’t prevent it. I’d be
en on the edge for ages, but now I just blew. I went from holding back to cumming inside her so fast that I couldn’t warn her. As my back arched I watched her eyes open wide and her mouth form a perfect O as she felt me exploding into her.

  My orgasm seemed to go on for ages and she froze on top of me, her whole body shaking with emotion, then, as I finally stopped, she collapsed forward on top of me, gasping for breath.

  “Wow, baby!”

  She giggled between pants for air. “Wow, yourself, honey.”

  We just lay there, holding each other, allowing our breathing to return to normal, while at the same time savoring the feel of just holding each other’s naked body. Her breasts, squashed on my chest, felt like nothing else ever could. Her nipples were tight and hard in the center of them and every time she moved they dragged across my flesh, making her sigh and gasp as each contact point shifted. My softening cock slipped out of her and she eventually rolled off to the side.

  “That was something else.” She smiled and, reaching up, kissed the end of my nose again. It had become our way of showing affection to each other. God knows when it had started, but we both did it. “Maybe I should have been naked waiting in bed for you before today, just like you asked me to be.”

  I smiled back at her. “Maybe you should have been.”

  “Now we have a problem.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah.” She winked. “Which one of us is going to get dressed and sort out something to eat? You must be starving, and I’m getting peckish too.”

  I reached around and playfully smacked her on the butt. She jumped but didn’t respond. “Maybe I like the idea of my naked wench cooking my tea for me.”

  “Wench? Wench? You called me a wench!”

  She rolled on me again, this time wrestling with me. It was all in fun and by the time we broke apart again, we were both giggling and grinning like idiots.

  “I am not cooking your dinner in the nude.”

  “Why not? You know I’d love to watch.”

  “Two reasons. One, your kitchen doesn’t have a blind so anyone could see. Secondly, seeing as I checked your fridge and you’ve only got the makings for a fry-up, I am not putting my sensitive skin anywhere where it might get splashed with hot fat.”

  “I’ll let you off then, send you down the chippie.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, just as you are.”

  She looked down at her naked boy. “You’d send me down the chippie naked?”

  I grinned at her. “Why not?”

  “I can think of a number of reasons, most of them resulting in me not making it back to the flat tonight.”

  “Why? You think someone might jump you?”

  “Why not? I thought you said I was gorgeous.”

  I grabbed her and kissed her. I knew when she wanted a compliment and I couldn’t think of a better way than that. “You are gorgeous, you know that. I still can’t work out why someone didn’t snap you off the market before me.”

  She smiled and then kissed me for a few seconds. “Maybe I was waiting for you.”

  “If you were, I’m glad you waited.” I watched the breath catch in her throat, and her eyes went big on me again.

  “I’ve got an old white shirt you can wear. It’ll be long enough…”

  “Shut up.” Suddenly she was on top of me again, kissing me with a wild abandon I rarely found in her. Obviously something I’d said had struck a chord, but hell, you don’t look that proverbial horse in the mouth, do you? Her fervor as she kissed me, rubbed her breasts against my chest, and wrapped her hand around my initially flaccid cock, soon had me hard again.

  It was almost an hour before we got out of bed to get something to eat.

  * * * *

  Penny had looked incredibly cute as she cooked dinner wearing just my old shirt. The tails of the white shirt dangled around the top of her legs, but were cut away a bit at the sides. I stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching her cook. The room was too small for both of us to fit in there and get anything done. If I twisted slightly I could just get a peek at her mound through the side edge of the shirt as she moved. She’d only fastened two buttons, one at the bottom and one just under her bust line. Her breasts were almost spilling out of the top as she twisted and turned in front of the stove. I’d never seen her happier than she was in that moment, and I was pretty damned close to euphoria myself.

  “Stop trying to see my bod, you pervert!”

  “Hey, it’s a nice bod, and it’s my shirt that’s covering it.”

  “I thought you wanted food.”

  “No, I need food, what I want is you…all of you.”

  She flashed me the widest grin then started dishing up. I didn’t have a dining table, so we had to eat on her laps, but at least I did have an old lap tray that meant she didn’t have to hold a hot plate on her bare legs. I’d pulled my jeans on so I was covered.

  Sausage, egg, and bacon with toast may not be a perfect meal for a Friday night, and it most certainly isn’t a healthy one. But it was a meal Penny had cooked for me, and it was wonderful beyond words. Afterward, I insisted on washing up, letting her relax on the couch. When I came back from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee, she had unfastened those two buttons and allowed the shirt to open in a swathe down her body, revealing her beautiful, almost golden skin. It took my breath away and I could see her eyes shining with happiness as I took her in my arms and lowered my mouth to hers.

  Needless to say, we were back in the bedroom in zero time.

  I think we finally fell asleep around midnight, wrapped in each other’s arms. The alarm woke us all too soon, and I extracted myself from the cocoon she’d made of her arms and legs and headed for the kitchen. It was only as I finished making the tea that I realized I was naked, and as Penny had pointed out, I didn’t have a blind on that window.

  Penny was stirring as I put the two mugs on the bedside table and I watched for a few moments as she stretched. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

  She smiled lazily up at me then turned onto her back and slowly opened her legs in unspoken invitation. “Morning, sexy man. Come here.”

  We ended up diving into the shower together to save time, although I don’t think it did save time—we were too busy enjoying spreading soap suds over each other. I think two separate showers, one after the other, would actually have been quicker.

  All too soon I had to dress and head to work, leaving her to dry her hair and head home.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll tidy up a bit. It’ll take ages to get my hair dry—you don’t have a hair dryer.”

  “Ah, well, maybe I’ll have to get one if this becomes a regular thing.”

  “Maybe I’ll bring mine every time.”

  I kissed her. It was wonderful holding her naked damp body in my arms as she pressed against me, although she did keep her wet hair away from my work shirt. “Maybe you’ll just keep it here when you move in.”

  She gasped and pulled her head back to look at me. “Did you just invite me to live with you?”

  I shrugged. I’d crossed an important crossroads without realizing I was approaching one. “Maybe… Penny… Maybe it’s time we talked about such stuff.”

  She ruffled my hair and smiled. “Maybe it is, honey. Maybe it is. But let’s not rush too much, okay?”

  “Sure. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “You’d better believe it…and don’t forget your toothbrush.”

  “I won’t.”

  “And a change of clothes.”

  “That depends.”

  “Why?”

  “Maybe neither of us will be wearing much of anything.”

  “Stop it!” Her slap on my arm was a token gesture. I could see the way her eyes were brimming with thoughts of doing exactly what I’d said.

  “Go on, or you’ll be late.”

  “Don’t nag, wife, or…”

  She gasped and I realized what I’d said. I meant it in jest and clearly hadn’t thought about the potential inter
pretation of my words.

  I kissed her again and she responded. Her smile was dreamy again as we broke the kiss.

  “I don’t nag.”

  “True, but there again I’ve never had a naked woman tell me to go to work.”

  “Go!”

  She spun out of my arms and disappeared into the bedroom. I took a step toward the bedroom door and she squealed as she shut the door in my face.

  Chapter 8

  My heart thudded in my chest as I heard Gareth leave the flat. Within a couple of minutes he’d managed to ask me to move in with him, and he’d used the ‘w’ word. I knew he’d meant the last one in jest but the idea of moving in with him… That was just such a deliciously sinful prospect. I looked at the bed, the bed we’d made love in so many times the night before, the bed where we’d slept in a tangle of arms and legs, and where we’d made love again this morning. The idea of spending all night, every night like that with him was just so perfect an idea I wanted to scream ‘Yes, Yes’ at the ceiling. I know people did it all the time, but for me it was a big step.

  Except for the abortive five weeks at Uni three years ago, and the odd family holiday, I’d never slept away from home. Now, here was my boyfriend, my adorable Gareth, my guy, asking me to move in with him.

  The answer was a straightforward yes, except for having to tell my parents, and the effect it would have on them. They wouldn’t object on moral grounds. My mum adored my fella, and I was sure my dad liked him too. I just wasn’t sure I’d have the courage to tell them.

  My mind was in a daze by the time I dried my hair and got dressed. I was still smiling to myself, happy with the world as I walked home. Tonight I got the chance to play hostess; look after him, rather than be looked after by him.

  In the meantime I had a lot of college work to catch up on.

  I was still in that daze as I walked up the path to our front door. When someone spoke, I almost jumped out of my skin.

  “How’s your uncle?”

  “Wha…?” I jumped—I think my feet actually left the ground. I guess Frank had seen me pass and popped out his door to ask me.