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Chapter 9
by ofhabit
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Caught between a wall and a soft place
I was speechless. This was the sort of awkward situation I was completely unprepared for; I figured, at worst, I'd have to pretend to sleep for an hour or two. I had not prepared for this eventuality in my mind; it hadn't even occurred to me that I would be sitting there, my cock at attention under her watchful and admittedly surprised eyes. She, on the other hand, must have had some idea, since she had deftly executed the ruse that drew me out of my pretend slumber. I guessed, though, that she was expecting me to rush to put on my clothes, and she was not prepared to see me exposed in the way I was. And so, we stared at each other, me sitting and her standing.
Cat was wearing only underwear. Her breasts were small enough that she often went without a bra, but she was usually wearing a t-shirt of medium to heavy thickness. The tank top undershirt she had on was so thin as to almost be transparent; the skin tight garment clearly showed tanlines and small nipples underneath, and was cut off high above her stomach, just below her breasts, so that it ended up being shaped almost like a bra. She was wearing a matching string bikini style bottom which was a sheer white, though which I could see nothing but milky white skin. The ensemble clothing and her almost-white blonde hair contrasted nicely with the faint pinkish hue of her pale skin. The tank top served to make her chest look a bit broader, while the string bikini made her ample hips look a little narrower, and with her long legs stretching out smoothly underneath her, she was a perfectly proportioned goddess.
Cat broke the silence. "You don't have to get up for me. Go ahead, lie back down. I didn't intend to disturb your nap." I figured it was reasonable that Cat ignore the fact that I was exposing myself to her, given that I couldn't think of anything to say about it, either. I gratefully rolled back over, facing the wall again. I felt Cat climb on to the bed next to me, though I could tell she had her back to me. "Now turn over," I heard her say, "so that we're spooning. I want some naptime." I obliged, but held my lower body back away from her, so that my still jutting erection would not push against her. I gingerly let my right arm drape over the side of her body. We remained in this awkward position, my body cocked at a strange angle, for about ten seconds, until Cat made another move, or rather, a set of moves in one fluid motion. With her left hand, she reached up and grabbed my right hand, which was resting on her stomach, and moved it up underneath her tank top undergarment, leaving it on top of her breast. With her right hand, she reached behind herself, and grabbed my hip. With her grip establised, she pulled herself backwards, so that the back of her body rested flush against the front of mine. This whole process took less than two seconds to happen.
The wild card in all of this, of course, was my cock, which was pressing itself up against her thighs. Cat lifted her right leg up a bit, allowing cock to stiffen upwards, and she pushed her pelvis downwards, and let her leg fall again. The end result of this was that my cock was sandwiched tightly between her legs, the top side of it resting against her outer labia. I was surprised at the moistness of it, given that she was wearing panties, until I looked down, and realized that though her panties were still on, she had pulled them off to one side, exposing her genitalia. Still holding my hip, she started moving her pelvis against and away from me, ever so slightly. The movement was slight, but it was enough to send goosebumps rippling out on my flesh. With her left hand, Cat reached down, moistened her fingers with her own juices, and rubbed the underside of my cock as well. Given the smooth but firm thighs squeezing me, the soft labia brushing their viscous liquid up and down the shaft, and the fingers softly tickling the underside, it would be generous to say that I lasted even a minute before playing this wild card. Cat's hand was perfectly positioned to catch the thick semen as it seeped out, and during all of this, neither the tip of my cock nor any of my seminal fluid actually come into contact with her.
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Memory Lane
Would Have, Could Have, Shouldn't Have
Man fantasizes about the girls of his brief youth.
Created on May 17, 2004 by ofhabit
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