3. Dreams
I woke in the dark, disoriented at being in a comfortable bed with a weight against my side. It took a moment to remember where I was and who I was with. There was just enough light to make out Yvette's features. Some of her curls had fallen forward over her face and I pushed them back. She moved at the touch, and I rolled a few degrees to my left, towards her. Still sleeping, she slipped her left leg between both of mine and snuggled closer.
I traced her face with my fingers, then ran them down over her breast, over the smooth satin top. A smile came to her face as I gently fondled. My fingers circled her nipple. As they did, her foot stroked my leg. I circled it again, very gently brushing it, feeling it begin to swell even as she slept. Her foot stroked my leg again. It seemed an affectionate gesture; a sleepy signal that she liked what I was doing.
Tracing my fingers inwards I let them roam the V neck, feeling skin as smooth as the satin. Then I let them wander up the strap to her shoulder. The strap was narrow and loose. I teased it up and dropped it onto her left arm. After that I could slide the top down, seeing her exposed breast in the dim light. My fingers circled again, on bare skin this time. I heard her mutter something that sounded pleased, but even if I could have made out the words, I think they were in French.
I felt her foot brush along my leg again, and I caressed the underside of her breast, then lightly toyed with her now firm nipple. Playing with her breast was turning me on a little. I wished I could kiss it, but she might not want to be woken like that. Though if she did, if she was okay with it, maybe we could make love again. My cock started to swell at the thought, but I didn't want to risk it. Maybe later I would ask her how she felt about waking up to sex.
My fingers squeezed the underside of her breast lightly one last time, then I pulled the strap back up and closed my eyes to get back to sleep.
Yvette's subconscious had other ideas, however. Her foot moved slowly down my leg, toes curling and straightening, until they touched my ankle. She made a soft sound and moved slightly, her leg slipping a little further over me. It reminded me of how close she was, and how sensual she felt against me, and I wanted to touch her again. Opening my eyes, I focused on the satin top as I carefully lifted the strap back over her arm. The barely-perceptible light masked colors. I knew that her top was red, but all I could tell was that it was darker, exposing paler, smoth skin as I peeled it back.
Circling her breast with my fingers, I squeezed it gently, then caressed with a light touch. Her foot resumed its motion, stroking my leg. She was enjoying the experience, even if she wasn't aware of it. That made me smile. I liked to think she was pleased by my attention.
Her breathing sounded a little different. Perhaps she'd started dreaming, or entered a heavier phase of sleep, because she seemed to be taking deeper breaths. Covering her nipple with my thumb, I squeezed lightly with all of my fingers, feeling her supple, smooth skin.
As I circled my thumb on her nipple, she made a contented sound, a long "Mmmmm" that drifted into inaudibility. I didn't want to wake her like this, so I carefully eased the strap back into place, hiding my pleasant distraction, and began to caress her waist. If she woke to that, it would be less embarrassing than a bare breast.
She didn't wake, though, and I caressed her waist through the satin. Doing that, I encountered her belly chain. I followed its length with my fingers from navel to back, then moved my hand down inside the hem and explored her skin against the chain, smooth and warm.
That reminded me of her other piercing. I wondered what it would feel like through the satin. Probably much like the belly piercing, and I should content myself with that. So I moved my fingers back outside the top and found the jewel that supported the chain. I imagined the difference between the broader gem here, and the narrower one set into the spherical stud inside her pants.
Of course, what I really wanted to discover was how touching the other piercing would affect her while she slept. What it felt like compared to this was really not the issue. But touching the lower piercing would almost certainly wake her up, and it would be hard to plead ignorance. I caressed her waist instead, and then her breast through the cloth.
Her toes touched my leg again. She had liked having her breast caressed. She'd probably like having the piercing stroked, too. Could I even get to it without waking her up? That was easy to check. I wouldn't have to touch it, but I wanted to know if I could. My fingers roamed down over her hips. There was enough space between her thighs and mine for me to turn my hand over and slip it between us, so I did, finding I could touch her shorts.
My erection grew again, thinking how aroused touching the piercing had made her earlier. Maybe that wouldn't happen if she was still asleep. Maybe it would make her snuggle closer. I did like the way the brush of her foot showed unconscious affection. A little more of that would be nice to feel. And, after all, I could listen to her breathing and be careful not to wake her.
So I felt over the front of her shorts with a delicate touch until I found the small fitting. I pressed just barely hard enough to sense it beneath the satin, and moved the thin cloth against it, slowly, letting the satin do the touching.
Very lightly, barely feeling the cloth, I caressed the stud. After a minute or two her foot stroked my leg, then pressed against it before moving again. It seemed that she was enjoying the motion.
Several minutes later she twitched suddenly, her sex jerking forward toward my hand. Because my touch on the stud was so light I figured the cloth, even as thin as it was, would have masked it from causing any sharp pressure, but still, I drew my hand back, waiting silently for her either to wake or give me some indication that she was still asleep.
Between the twitch and the caresses of her foot, I judged that the stimulation the piercing provided did affect her. Did the foot stroking mean she was just being affectionate? Or was she getting aroused? When I caressed her breast, was I turning her on in her sleep? I found myself wanting to make her horny. I thought about her getting so amorous that she'd make love to me in her sleep and wake up mid-climax.
God.
Carefully, I eased my left hand free, sliding a couple of inches lower on the bed without waking Yvette, then waiting until her breathing seemed like a normal deep sleep.
With my left hand I slipped off the strap again, pulling it down to reveal her breast, then caressed the upper edge with my fingers as I nosed forward and gently licked her nipple. She mumbled something, and I thought I heard my name with some unintelligible French. She had a smile on her face and was clearly still fast asleep.
I touched her shorts again, slowly sliding the satin over the stud. After a couple of minutes, her breathing became heavier, and her foot resumed stroking my leg. I lightly kissed her nipple as I caressed the stud.
I heard her sigh, but she didn't show any signs of waking. Her foot pressed against me, then stroked, then pressed again. I gently suckled her nipple, and a little later I sensed her hips moving. Not the jerky motion of before, just a tiny pressure every few seconds. I kissed the surface of her breast, then licked her nipple, my touch marginally heavier as I stroked the stud.
Yvette's breath began to rasp. Her foot touched my leg occasionally, but the toes seemed to be curled away rather than extended to touch. The movement of her hips became more noticeable, though still only small. I kept up the steady stroke, and lightly lapped my tongue against her nipple.
She was breathing more quickly, now. A deeper intake of breath followed by a rapid exhalation. I really should stop this. She was definitely getting aroused in her sleep, and I didn't know how she'd feel about it. I drew my hand away from the stud, but when I did she groaned under her breath and her thighs twitched as if trying to recover the touch her sex had lost.
Resuming the touch because she wanted it would not be smart. Her need would fade, and she'd sleep fine. But her wanting it made me want it, too. I wanted to coax her as far as I could, not because she seemed to want to be more turned on, which would be dumb, but because I wanted to get her turned on, which was even dumber.
And so I continued caressing the stud, and Yvette's hips resumed their smooth roll.
I closed my lips on her hard nipple, then slid them further onto the smooth mound, sucking her breast lightly into my mouth and caressing her nipple with my tongue. I felt the girl's fingers touch my head. I froze, but her unsteady, deep breathing showed that she still wasn't awake. Her hand began to caress me, unevenly, not responding to anything in particular. Apparently it was just more affectionate feedback and encouragement to keep suckling.
She began to moan softly with each exhalation. "Mmmh... Mmmh... Mmmh..." Her rocking hips were pushing the stud against my finger, and I lessened my touch, but I couldn't stop because I didn't want to stop. Instead, I squeezed her breast lightly in my left hand and covered her nipple with my lips, lapping at it with my tongue.
This lasted for a time, though I could tell from the increasing movement of her hips that I couldn't contain her desire at this point. I kissed her nipple again, parting my lips wide and circling the hard center with my tongue.
She cried out, then her thighs twitched sharply, then again. Her hand tightened in my hair, and she cried out more softly with each weakening twitch of her thighs.
Her cries became contented "Mmmmhhh" sounds as her body slowly relaxed. Her fingers slipped out of my hair. Then even the sounds of contentment were just sleepy breathing.
She'd climaxed without waking.
I carefully drew back, lifting the strap back into place, not moving until her breathing slowed. Then I moved back higher and drew the girl against me, trying to ignore my own extreme arousal and hard erection, even when she whispered my name into my ear.
When I woke in the morning, Yvette was still wrapped around me, but in a slightly different position. "Good morning, Kévin," she murmured. "I am glad you stayed. I 'ad a dream that we were making love."
"Uh, right," I said, feeling myself start to go hard as I remembered what I'd done. "That's probably because we did, last night."
She sighed. "Oui, this is true."
I excused myself and made use of the new toothbrush. Yvette took her own turn in the bathroom, then we lay together as we'd woken up.
"We both 'ave finals this week," she said.
I nodded.
"You asked me for another date. My last final is Thursday. When is yours?"
"Friday," I said. "Friday morning."
"Then let us celebrate on Friday afternoon."
I smiled at her. "Oui," I said, and she grinned.
She snuggled against me and kissed my neck. I trailed my fingers down around her left breast, feeling it through the satin like earlier. She made a contented sound and I continued on as I had, caressing her nipple through the top, then letting my fingers explore the inside of the V, before slipping the strap over her shoulder and running my finger back over her upper breast.
"Are you being naughty, Kévin" she asked, with an amused lilt in her voice.
"Mmhmm," I acknowledged, lightly stroking her nipple.
I eased myself down a few inches, running my fingers over her waist, then I planted a series of kisses on the very upper edge of her breast. As I had when she was asleep, I explored the chain inside her top, while I lightly touched the upper part of her breast with lips and tongue. Her fingers began to caress my hair.
Moving down, I tongued around her nipple. Her fingers kept brushing the back of my head. Naughty or not, she showed no signs of stopping me.
I stroked her breast with the fingers of my left hand as my lips closed on her nipple, tugging at it before parting my lips to let me run my tongue along it. Then I moved my right hand between us, hunting the jeweled stud through the satin.
Very gently I rubbed the satin against the stud, not sure if it was even firm enough to feel. But after a minute or two I heard her breathing change. At that point I used a little more pressure and sucked her nipple harder, then drew back and flapped my tongue against it.
Yvette shivered, and I released her breast and moved to touch my lips to hers. Her fingers still roamed my head, and she held me close in an intimate kiss. I moved my left hand to her right breast and began to knead it through the satin. She moaned into the kiss, and I touched the stud a little harder.
Her left leg slipped over mine, giving me freer access to her sex, and I began to circle my fingers, much as I'd seen her do the previous evening.
"Mmh!" she groaned into the kiss, her breath coming quickly. Then her whole body quivered and she gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Ver' naughty," she panted, drawing back from me. Then she threw back the covers and sat on my thighs. My erection was rock hard by now, of course. She ran her finger up it. "This is also ver' naughty. Enlève ton pantalon, s'il te plait."
I looked at her vacantly.
She lifted herself to slip the satin pants onto her thighs, then sat back down beside me and worked them off. "Comme ça."
"Oh, right," I said, and slipped the pants off, which was a little awkward, the waistband being too small for my erection. I had to draw my knees back to fit thighs and cock both through the narrow waist, then pull them to my knees before I could take them off and toss them onto the bed.
Yvette squatted on my thighs again. She shuffled forward enough to be able to lift up and begin slipping me into her, then lowered herself carefully. "Now we are both ver' naughty," she said, and took my hands in hers.
She bounced lightly against me, and I picked up the rhythm and reinforced it, my shaft sliding a couple of inches out with each bump. We held hands as we moved, looking into each other's eyes, my own breathing becoming heavy as hers did. As her face colored with excitement she released my hands and held my hips for support.
My hands free, I stretched them up to fondle her breasts. She had drawn the left strap up at some point, so I was squeezing through the satin, but she seemed to like it anyway. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them firming up.
There's something special about skin to skin contact, though, even compared to thin shiny satin. I couldn't pull the shoulder straps down because of the angle of her arms. Instead I released her boobs, slipped my hands under the hem of the top, stroking her waist, then lifting them back to fondle her inside the satin.
She shivered with excitement at my touch, and again when I pinched her nipples. "Ver' naughty," she breathed.
I could sense that she didn't have far to climb, but I wasn't sure I could hold out even that long. I was about to lower my right hand to play with her piercing, but right then she cried out and began to pant. Her thighs tensed, tightening the passage around my cock, and I barely managed to stay inside her, slamming myself up against her and holding as she groaned and came.
Lowering my hands to her hips I kept her moving against me until I also groaned and began to spurt deep inside her.
I could still feel her twitching inside when I lifted her left hand to my lips and suckled her middle finger.