by Marie Cole
Kent nodded his head and let my hair go. Oh god, how was I going to make it through the rest of the study session? I was going to fail this final, for real. I didn't have time to think anymore, he returned swiftly with a glass of water and held it to my lips. "Drink a little of this then you're going to turn around and we're going to get that sweater off of you. I got an extra shirt for when we get you out of that," he said.
I held the glass between my hands and tilted it back slowly, my eyes still closed, partly because I didn't want to see the vomit and partly because I didn't want to see him.
I heard Kent shuffle behind me and then felt his arms around me, I froze as his hands inched my shirt upwards.
"Lift your arms," he said softly. When I did he pulled the shirt over my head, careful not to spill the water still in my hand. He put something soft on my shoulder and then left the bathroom. "I'll go throw this in the washing machine."
I opened my eyes when I heard him in the kitchen and stared at myself, clad in only a pretty white bra with a gray male tank top draped over my shoulder. Even with the new body he didn't stop to stare at me or quiver when he was near me. I yanked the tank top off my shoulder roughly, pissed at myself for caring whether he was affected or not. Especially after...No! I wasn't going to think about it again.
I pulled the tank top on and then tied it at my side, making it fashionable and tight though the scoop neck was too large and showed off most of my bra, but that couldn't be helped. I came out of the bathroom after using some mouthwash and sat down at the kitchen table again after moving the chair to the other side of him.
"You should've given me one of Jen's sweaters. I'm small enough to fit in them now."
I heard the beep of the washing machine and then saw him coming back towards me. He grabbed another glass and filled it up at the sink with water, his eyes roaming over me for a long second. He was probably just looking for missed vomit or something. "Pfft, I think mine is a better look on you. Makes you look badass."
Kent's voice lowered as he dropped the glass off at the counter. "And sexy." It was almost too quiet to hear. Almost.
I raised my eyebrows, "What did you say?"
Kent seemed to struggle with himself for a moment, "I said, and sexy."
I stared at him and then shook my head to my shoulder, first on the right side then on the left, maybe I had blockage. "What? Sexy?" I blinked at him. "I just vomited in your toilet because..." I let that thought drop off, he didn't need to know the whys. "I just vomited in your toilet and you're saying that I look sexy?"
"I'm saying that you look sexy in my tank top."
I didn't want feel disappointed, but I was. He would say that about any good looking girl, and probably had to Jen on numerous occasions. I untied the knot at the side of the tank top, hopefully making it less sexy.
"Oh, right, well, thanks." I turned back to the table and hit his notebook with my pencil, avoiding his gaze further. "Come on, we're losing valuable study time."
He obeyed and came back to the table, "I'm sorry I got us off topic, it will be strictly business from this point forward. Now, let's review impressionism."
For the next few hours we studied hard. Very few times did we break from the studying. One of those times was when Kent could put my sweater out to dry, the other was so he could brew some coffee several hours after sundown.
The information about how Jen liked to punish Kent was long forgotten as the history of art filled my brain. I was slowly dropping, my head on my arm sinking closer and closer to the page beneath it. "Kenny, so tired..." I said groggily.
Finally he stopped and closed his notebook. "Want to crash on the couch and we can start in the morning? I'll cook breakfast."
"Or here is good too." My head fell onto the notebook with a dull thud.
My eyes wouldn't open to see Kent but I heard him shuffling around and soon I felt like I was flying because he'd picked me up and walked me somewhere.
"You're not going to sleep in the damn chair at the table."
I leaned my head against his chest for the brief time I was in his arms. When I was laying on the couch I curled up into a little ball.
"It's cold."
It wasn't long before I felt something warm and fuzzy being draped over me. Another moment later I felt Kent kiss the top of my head.
"Sleep well, Elly."
It was the last thing I remembered before I slipped into sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Four
In my dream Jen's vagina was coming towards my face. I fell violently off the couch and onto the hardwood floor.
"Ow, shit!" I whispered softly into the darkness.
I heard the thud of feet across the floor as Kent came rushing into the living room.
"Elly, you alright?"
I looked up and saw his bottom half wrapped in a blanket, his dark eyes staring down at me, concerned.
I felt heat drop to my breasts, my nipples tightened and I looked down, realizing the damn things were free, the tank top had turned sideways and somehow my bra had disappeared. I turned away from him quickly and grabbed the blanket I'd been given, covering myself with it before he noticed.
"Yeah, fine."
When I turned back to look at him I realized by the little look of surprise in his eyes that he'd seen. He looked away and heard him lick his lips.
"You were so tired I just put you on the couch. There is another bed if you'd like more room. It's full of clothes and shit but I'll put them somewhere else. I don't want you falling off the couch again."
"Okay," I got up and grabbed my bra from the back of the couch and then looked at him, waiting for him to lead the way. "Sorry I fell asleep on you."
"It's alright, Elly. Kind of reminds me of old times when you'd nod off at the computer." He winked as he turned around and took me to the guest room. He opened the door for me and scooped a pile of clothes off the bed. He put them on a chair in the corner of the room and then stepped back. "Want me to tuck you in, sleepy head?" Kent chuckled.
"Yeah, I do." I swept past him and crawled into the bed, flirting with him in my still sleep-laden state. I was being a smart ass and didn't expect him to follow through. Not the way I'd eluded to, anyway. He'd pull the covers up and kiss my forehead, of that I was sure.
And he did. He sat down on the bed next to me and pulled the covers up. But instead of my forehead he leaned down and kissed my cheek just a few inches from my lips. For a moment he seemed to hesitate. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
My stomach clenched at the intimacy. The near intimacy. "Why did you do that?" I whispered, staying deathly still under the covers.
Kent grabbed the blanket that had fallen onto the floor and rewrapped around his waist as he pulled a breath in and let it out slowly. "I...I don't know, Elly. I, uh...I'm going to go back to bed. If you need something just call..."
I sat up and grabbed for the top of the blanket at his waist, pulling him forward towards me in the darkness. I knew that this would be the only time I'd get this chance. The chance to feel his warmth in the bed behind me. I could close my eyes and pretend that he was mine.
"Wait, stay with me until I fall back asleep?" I pressed my lips together, hoping I knew him as well as I thought I did. I let go of his blanket slowly and laid back down, pulling the covers around myself again.
He stood there looking down at me for a long moment. When I was sure he was going to leave the room he nodded his head, "Scoot over." I watched him sit on the bed like I was a leper and felt tears prick at my eyes. So he would be in the bed with me but he didn't want to be close to me. What did I expect? I wasn't his girlfriend. I wasn't his cuddle buddy. I was just his friend and current study partner.
I closed my eyes tight and rolled over so my back was to him. I tried to clear my mind and then tried thinking about art history, baseball, The Bachelor. As soon as I saw the rose in my mind I felt his weight shift, and felt his warmth against my back. A few times when we were hanging out late in his room we'd fallen
asleep on his bed and I'd woken up with him spooning me but it had never started out that way. My heart started to thud loudly in my chest.
I tried to clear the thoughts in my head that were suddenly turning dirty. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lower lip. Oh my god, Elly. What are you doing? You seriously need to get laid.
I shifted a little, trying to see if he was aroused or just, being like a teddy bear. I could feel a little something, and as I wiggled I felt a little more. Oh shit. I bit my lower lip a bit more.
"You not comfortable?" He asked me as I felt him turn his lower half a little.
I reached behind me before I knew why I was doing it and put my hand on his leg to keep him from turning.
"I'm fine," I whispered softly. I removed my hand from his leg and slipped it back under the covers. I waited in the darkness to hear his breath deepen signaling that he was asleep.
I battled with myself internally on what to do next. Curiosity got the best of me and the little devil won out. I slowly, so slowly, lifted my arm from under the covers and reached it between our bodies, feeling for his crotch through his blanket and boxers.
Surprisingly, he was kind of hard, and larger than what I had remembered from when I caught him masturbating in his room so long ago.
I closed my eyes tight and held my breath as I stroked along the length of him, my thumb rubbing his tip gently. I wasn't sure what he'd do if he woke up, but apparently I was willing to find out. I could feel him growing more in my hand as I stroked him.
I pressed my thighs together as my insides started to flood with arousal. I slipped my warm fingers through the slit and wrapped my hand around him, squeezing lightly. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. His breathing hadn't changed yet, he appeared to be asleep still.
I stroked him a couple more times and then abandoned it for his hand. I pulled his hand slowly, softly until it was resting on the tank top's arm hole that was barely covering my breast. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip hard to keep from moaning, his hand, so rough and warm was like ...heaven against my sensitive skin. Sparkling erotic heaven. I felt his hardness pressing against my backside and felt it throbbing as if it wanted out of the boxers. His breathing was unchanged.
I cupped the back of his hand and squeezed so that his hand squeezed my breast and then I reached back between us again, rolling forward a little so I could get my hand around him. I groaned and then bit my lip harder, punishing myself for being vocal. I felt him shift, but he only pushed his hips forward so his dick pressed against my ass with my hand still gripping it. My hand froze, while I waited to see if he'd awaken. His breathing went back to being steady once more.
I slipped from the bed slowly and then crawled back on it, next to him without the barrier of the covers between us. I closed my eyes as I put his arm back on my breast. And bit back another groan as I thrust my ass back against him.
I heard him in his sleep. Heard the little moan, but the breathing was still the same. I felt his hips starting to move in his sleep. He was so hard and throbbing.
I wasn't going to stop now, couldn't, even if I wanted to. I continued to rub him with my ass, clenching my thighs together as the dampness started to penetrate my jeans.
Another little moan came from Kent. I felt the little pulse of his hand closing and re-opening against my breast.
I moved my hand to the base of his head, my fingers threading into his dark hair. "Kent..." I moaned. He didn't stir, but moaned softly again. How far would it go before he woke up?
I turned my upper body so that I could press my lips to his. I kissed him softly, slowly. My fingers slid from his hair and moved over his ear, down his neck, slowly. "Kent..." I whispered again, my eyes half open and focused on his silhouette in the dark room.
His lips didn't change, they remained the same distance apart as I kissed him. His hips still moved here and there as his dick slid back and forth over my ass. I felt his hand give a little more of a squeeze to my breast.
I turned back and grabbed his hand, moving it down to my jeans. His hand had to be there in case he woke up and asked how the hell my pants got off. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, all with his limp hand in mine. When the deed was done and I was laying there in just his tank top and a pair of soaked white cotton briefs I moved his hand back up to my breast.
I sucked in a breath as I felt his hot length sliding against my cotton briefs. I felt it throbbing and felt those hips moving since there was stimulation again. It started to slide smoothly because of his own juices.
I bit my lower lip as I shifted again, moving up the bed a little higher. I reached between my silky thighs and grabbed onto his dick, pulling him down so that he was thrusting between my legs, rubbing my wet panties against my hot slit.
I felt him sliding back and forth between my thighs, feel his breath tickling my bare shoulder. His breath came out jagged and I swore I felt a kiss touch my skin.
I reached down between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit slowly, circling my middle finger around the nub. My breathing increased and a moan ripped out of me as I flicked myself with my finger.
"Kent..." I continued to stroke myself, my orgasm slowly building, "God Kent how I want you inside me..." I whispered, my thighs tight around his thrusting dick.
I felt another light kiss touch my shoulder and his hand again gripped my breast a little harder and stayed clinched this time, keeping the pressure there. He was slick with my juices and his own as they mixed. My breaths were short puffs of air as my body tensed, "Please, please, I need you inside, please," I begged quietly.
The hand at my breast moved down and stopped near my hip. Was he waking up? The excitement of that possibility made he groan. His hand at my hip slid down to one of the cheeks of my ass.
"Please..." I begged one more time.
That hand tucked under the back of those briefs and pulled them to the side. I felt his dick sliding against the wetness of my slit now. My breath hitched in my throat and my hand that had been between my thighs moved behind his head, gripping him in anticipation.
When his hips brought his dick back I felt the head touch to the lips of my slit. It was so wet. I felt him press forward with his hips.
"Yes," I moaned, gripping the back of his neck tighter. "Yes, Kent."
I felt his hips press forward more as he slid right inside of me, almost to the base. There was a gasp of breath from Kent. I was so wet, so tight. Only having had sex a handful of times before this time it was still new to me. My gasp matched his and my insides squeezed him.
A louder moan came from him this time and I felt that hand that had pulled my underwear to the side move to my breast. I gasped as he repeatedly filled me. The slowness of the act was different than my previous times and not unwelcome. "Kent, oh my god, so...good..."
I felt his body shift and felt him push me onto my stomach. His hands went to either side of me as he started to pump a little faster into me from above and behind me.
I was so relieved that he was finally inside me, sharing the most intimate part of myself with him. My hands went to the pillow, holding onto it tightly as he thrust into me. "Yes, yes..."
Those thrusts kept getting faster and faster. His lips touched my shoulder again as a little moan escaped his lips, the air brushing against the skin.
I gasped, "Kent!" I held on tight, and as if Kent knew what I needed, one arm shifted under me to lift me to my knees and he moved to his. Once more those thrusts started and I felt his hand slide between my legs. I felt his fingers rubbing back and forth over my clit as his thrusts pushed himself as deep as he would go.
My voice and body quivered at the same time as his expert fingers brought me home in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, fuck me!" My knees weakened and my hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as I released around him.
His finger didn't stop moving and neither did his dick as my insides squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before his breaths were coming quicker. Just before he lost i
t inside of me he leaned back and pulled out. I felt his hot seed splash across my ass and part of my lower back.
I was too sated to care. My first ever orgasm during sex and Kent had been the one to rub it out of me. Who knew sex could be that good? I lowered myself onto the guest bed and slowly released the sheets from my hands. My breath recovered slowly. "Kent?..." I whispered softly.
Kent lowered himself to the bed beside me. I heard him mumble. "Mmhmm...? Sleep?..."
I looked over at him in the darkness, trying to see if his eyes were open. Maybe he was still asleep, maybe it wasn't unusual for him to be woken up with a sex offer from Jen when he slept over, maybe he thought I was Jen. I wasn't going to be able to sleep unless I knew. "Say my name..." I whispered again.
His eyes were closed, his breathing sounded like he was deep in sleep again as silence moved between us. There was no whispering of a name or movement from him.
I stared at him, watching him for a few more long minutes before I slowly got off the bed, careful not to roll over and get the bed dirty. I paused when I was off the bed and bit my lower lip, contemplating my next move.
If he was asleep and woke up and saw the bed clean would he be suspicious? Would he be able to smell me on him? I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, my face crunched up in anguish. I slipped my panties off slowly and then leaned over the bed, I almost wiped it onto the bed but then stopped. It would probably look staged. Oh shit, what was I going to do?
I ran into the bathroom near the front door and shut the door behind me. I threw the panties in the trash and then stared at them. I couldn't leave them there. Evidence. I grabbed the trash bag and tied it up tight. I put it by the door while I cleaned my lower back up. While I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror I felt tears pricking at my eyes. What the fuck was I doing? I'd just seduced my friend, my very best friend since childhood. I was only mildly relieved that he wasn't going to know he'd had sleep sex with me. At least he wasn't going to have to carry that around with him. I washed my hands a few times and then grabbed the bag.
