Remain under the bed

For the next twenty minutes or so, Alex remains hidden under the continually-rocking bed. Above him, in addition to the creaking of the burdened bed frame and mattress, are the unmistakable sounds of sexual passion. Alex had already formed the opinion that Laura was not the most brilliant of women. Her attempts at conversation during that time do little to enhance his assessment of her intellect, but they do manage to make her exceedingly more interesting.

“Ohhh... just like that, Xabar..... Yes.... Oh, play with my ass a little.... Let me be on top for a while; I know what you like! No, don’t stop — I’m going to cum again!”

Xabar, for his part, has clearly gotten what he wanted and no longer has need for his polished words. The only thing he uses silver tongue for during that time is evidenced by Laura’s breathless encouragement, “I love how you suck on my clit that way!” With no need to persuade the young woman further, Xabar saves his strength for other endeavors and only communicates with periodic grunts, gasps, and moans.

Alex shifts is position from time to time as the rutting couple moves around the bed. The saggy mattress threatens to crush him on more than one occasion. In reality, he is grateful for the distraction. Although his balls have been recently drained, thanks to the misunderstanding with the headmistress, the energetic fucking directly above him is more than sufficient to make him horny. Only by having to dodge the mattress threat is he able to keep from getting too horned up to maintain his composure.

After what seems like an eternity, Xabar and Laura join their voices in one last “Umph!” and the bed finally comes to a rest. Alex lays still, listening, and hoping they will quickly leave the room.

“I’m sure your treatment must have worked that time, Xabar,” says the young woman as she finally rolls to the edge of the bed and stands.

“Treatment?” Xabar’s words sound thick and sluggish, either from the whiskey, the afterglow of an orgasm, or both. After a moment he seems to collect himself and says, “Oh yes, of course... the treatment. Yes, I dare say it did take this time, although there are studies that say that a subsequent treatment — this time applied anally so as to not interfere with the restoration of the hymen — has been known to....”

“We dare not. I am surprised I haven’t been missed as it is,” she says, quickly gathering the discarded clothing and tossing Xabar’s items to him. The couple gets dressed, and Alex is grateful that they are still focused on each other. A couple of times, as Laura bent over to pick up something from the floor, she came close to seeing him and would have, had it not been for Xabar holding her attention.

Once they are both dressed, Laura gets to work making the bed to hide the evidence of their activities. As she bends over the bed to tuck in the blankets, Xabar stands directly behind her, grinding his crotch against her ass. “You know, Laura... And I say this only because I want your wedding night to be perfect in every way... It really would be a good idea to explore another treatment. As I said, the results are extremely promising when one treatment is quickly supplemented with a deep, probing application of my healing balm in your sweet, tight, little —“

Xabar’s attempt at seduction is interrupted by a stern knock at the door. “Laura, are you in there?”

Alex feels icy fingers clench around his heart. It is the voice of the headmistress.

“Quick!” hisses Laura to Xabar, “you must hide!”

Without needing to be told twice, Xabar drops down and slides under the bed, finding himself face-to-face with Alex.

“What the fuck?” Xabar begins to protest, but Alex shoves his hand over his mouth and holds a finger to his own lips.

Laura’s attention is directed toward the door. With a quick glance down to insure that Xabar is safely hidden away, she steps to the door and opens it. “Yes, Mrs. Pennyweather. What can I do for you?”

Alex looks past Xabar toward the open door. He sees the no-nonsense shoes of the headmistress take a couple of steps in the room. “What are you doing in here, Laura?”

“I was just finishing my chores, Ma’am,” says the young woman. “I refreshed the bed and was just about to go upstairs and tend to that hall closet that I’ve been needing to organize.”

“Very good,” says the older woman. “My goodness, you probably should sit down and take a break, though; you’re perspiring from all your work! I do so appreciate finding someone who throws herself so completely into what she is doing.”

Alex and Xabar exchange meaningful looks. Alex has withdrawn his hand from the other boy’s mouth, thus revealing the self-satisfied smirk on Xabar’s face.

“Is there something I can do for you, Ma’am?” asks Laura.

“Yes... I’m looking for the young man from the blacksmith’s shop who came to work on the stove. Have you seen him?”

Alex’s eyes must have betrayed something, because he notices Xabar’s eyebrows lower in contemplation as he silently studies him.

“No I haven’t, Ma’am. If I see him, shall I pass along a message?”

“Oh, I have a message for him,” says the woman, ominously. “I think I shall deliver it myself, though. Perhaps I need to pay a visit to the Murphy residence. Come with me, dear... I have something else for you to do; that hall closet will have to wait.” With that, she turns and exits the room. Laura hesitates a moment, clearly unsure about what she should do. At last, she follows after Mrs. Pennyweather, leaving Alex and Xabar alone in the room.

The boys wait a few moments before scooting out from under the bed. Xabar quickly crosses the room and closes the door before turning his attention to Alex. Crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, he says, “So do you make a hobby out of spying on people while they fuck, or was this a special occasion? If I’d known I had an audience, I might have used some of my better lines.”