In true companionship*

Mark woke up into blackness, still the depths of the night. A quick glance across at his glowing alarm clock told him it was barely 4 AM. Stacy was still dozing fitfully next to him, the soft swathes of her hair flowing out to tickle his cheek. Down below he felt his own cock throbbing at full mast, pressed up against the warm softness of her bare ass. Those lumps of squidgy muscle were moving, just ever so slightly. Massaging him into preparedness even while they both were unconscious. How could anyone resist such a creature? He blearily considered. When her every bodily instinct seemed designed only to arouse and titillate.

He watched her sleep… for a while. Hoping for some golden clarity to come. Some deep connection or understanding. Some level beyond how desperately he wanted to be inside her. But, eventually there was simply no other option. His skin burned with the heat generated where their two bodies met. He had to throw back the covers from them both, just to prevent himself passing out. Leaning up on one arm he watched her roll onto her back, the gap where he’d been being precisely where gravity had been dragging her. Her legs drifted open, one toward him, one away. Gates that were never shut to him, according to the very rules that she herself had written. Mark shuffled himself round and lined up with her entrance. It knew him well enough by now, whoever else it might accommodate.

He went slowly and softly. Sliding in and out. In and out. Letting every inch of the experience soak down to his bones. Her arms slowly curled in toward her chest, grasping at things that weren’t there and pulling them close to her heart. She started to let out soft, whispering moans. Half-dream prayers in the language of pleasure, that no devil could claim as their tongue. He placed hands on her sides and felt the echoes of movements far within, the lubricating churn of a body born to accept such callers in the night. He pushed deeper and deeper, but never faster or harder, bending down to come closer and listen to those secrets she was breathing. At some point they were kissing. At some point he was biting her neck. At no point was he certain that either of them were awake or asleep. He came inside her, filling her squeezing passages once again. A long satisfied “Mmmmmmmmm” was all the response he required, her limbs stretching out to slosh around the cradle of her newest bounty. Then he settled down beside her once again, to drift back into nothingness.

Mark woke again to bright sunlight… and a bouncing thump in his lap. Stacy was sat proudly astride him, her hands together on his chest and hips bucking against his own. She smiled to see him awake, but didn’t pause or slow her pace. The wet slap of their meetings being the sound that had invaded his dreams. The door rattled open behind him, his mother appearing... carrying two steaming mugs.

“Ah, I thought I heard you both awake.” She said, paying no heed at all to Stacy’s ongoing bouncing. “It’s 11AM… but don’t worry, I called in sick for both of you. The blasted woman was a little rude on the phone, but I informed her that if you both needed the next three days off as well I would come down and hand the doctor’s notes in myself!”

She pottered in, still wrapped in what looked like her own sleepwear as well, and endeavoured to clear enough space on a side table to put down her load.

“There’ll be breakfast downstairs when you want it, but you two take as long as you want. Stacy, I’m afraid your uniform’s not dry yet, but your welcome to borrow some of mine or Mark’s clothes if you want… or just continue as you are… whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

The girl practically beamed at her oh-so amenable hostess, still slamming herself down onto the woman’s son. “Thank you so much, Ms Jay… For everything!”

“Oh, no worries at all my dear… and call me Melanie, please. I think we’ve seen enough of each other, by now…” The older woman reached out and tickled Stacy under the chin, as if she was some sort of visiting neighbour’s cat. Then walked calmly out the room, leaving the door widely open as she went. Mark lay back upon his pillow and smiled up at the smiling face above him. She grinned back and then closed her eyes… letting the sound of her excited little yelps echo out through the building.