5. Dark Device
"So, this is a pretty weird situation," I said.
"You mean, going out on a date when you're with Yvette?" asked Meadow.
"Pretty much," I agreed. "I just wanna get it clear that I'm not covering anything up, hiding anything, hiding from anything or anyone... I don't think. Is it rent day yet?"
She grinned at me. She had a great grin. The photos didn't do her expressions justice. She had the curled-in hair of the first photo, the angular glasses, the merry eyes, but her grin lit up the room.
Since our original date had been for the alley, we decided to try again at the same place. We'd picked up milkshakes rather than meals to start, though.
"Depends what day is rent day."
"Not today, I hope," I said. "To be honest, I'm surprised you agreed to meet up."
"Why not?" she countered. "You asked, and I did say I'd take a raincheck."
"Well, I'm glad to meet you. I was sorry you couldn't make the bowling. I was looking forward to meeting you then."
"Really?"
"Really. Let me see. I think my words were, 'Meadow? What kind of name is that? I bet she has green hair and glasses five feet wide. Oh, and vegan."
My date had just taken a sip of her milkshake. That was bad timing. Some of it went up her nose. I leaped up to get her a handful of napkins."Sorry," I said, as I handed them to her. "Sorry, I didn't think it would get that kind of reaction."
"Jesus, this stings," she griped.
"You're supposed to get brain freeze by drinking the shake too fast," I offered, "not by sending it into your brain."
"Thank you for that advice," she said, dryly. "So, no green hair."
"Glasses, though," I said. "They're not hideous nerd glasses, but I got that part right."
She chuckled. "Guess so."
"And it's okay to be vegan."
"Right," she said, with a grin. "I'm not, but right."
"Anyway, Liz had sent Dave photos." I shrugged. "Green hair would have been okay, I guess, but you were hot."
There was amusement in her stare. "Subtlety isn't your strong suit, is it?"
I laughed. "Maybe not, but that's kinda the point. After seeing it, I was a lot less indifferent to the idea of a date. I'm shallow like that. But I still figured you were just tagging along with Liz out of a sense of duty. Maybe I thought that even more after seeing the picture."
She nodded. "I can see why you'd think that. The double date would be cover for Liz to be with Dave."
"Right. Then when she told me you wanted a rain check, I thought, maybe you really did want the date to happen. You could have just cancelled, but you didn't want to disappoint me."
She nodded.
"Why did you care, though?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Liz didn't tell you it was my idea?"
That came as a surprise. "No."
"You're not entirely wrong. It was about Liz and Dave. She really likes your roommate. She thought she was ready to move things forward with him, but she wanted a very casual way to do it that would let her back out."
"Yvette said she's been hurt badly. No details, but I understand why she'd want to do that."
"Right," she agreed. "And she'd talked about you, she met you and liked you a lot. So I checked you out." She shrugged. "Yvette helped, in fact. You're straight, dedicated, smart, and single, and probably not alone by choice. The more I learned, the more I wanted to get to know you."
"Easy prey?" I asked, with amusement.
She smirked. "Not unwilling prey, at least."
"True," I admitted.
"So I figured, we could do something casual together, and I could keep an eye on things for Liz, and maybe an eye on you for myself."
"I'm flattered that you thought that," I said. "Seriously."
She grinned, then set her empty milkshake cup aside and wiped her hands again. "I need to go to the bathroom to get rid of this sticky mess. Shall we go get a lane?"
I nodded, finished my drink and went to wash my hands.
I waited for her by the exit until she returned from the restroom and we crossed the street to the bowling alley. The weather had turned chill over finals week, and she was wearing an elegant heavy blue jacket and what seemed to be the same tight shiny blue jeans that I'd seen in the photo.
Inside, I paid for the lane, we changed shoes and found our places. Only then did Meadow take off the jacket. Under it was a loose scoop blue tee, a few shades lighter than her jeans. We set up the scorer, then she selected a ball and bowled first, a very clean throw that looked centered enough for a strike right up until the last moment, but still took down seven pins. She cleaned up on the next ball and I knew I had stiff competition.
"Damn," I said. "You and I would have wiped the floor with Dave and Liz. Yvette and I didn't do so well."
"Yvette," she said. "Right. So how does that work. You and Yvette are dating now?"
"I guess... well, yeah, we are, I'm going with her to France and everything."
"Right, she said that. But she wanted you to ask me out."
"She said she was sorry you hadn't had the chance, and since I agreed to the rain check before she and I were together, I owed it to you to follow through with it."
"So you asked me because Yvette told you to?"
That was a minefield. I waited until I'd made my throw before replying. "No, because it was the right thing to do - that or offer apologies. Yes, because she said it was okay. She didn't tell me what to do, she just let me know - pointedly - that it would be okay if I kept my commitment. Absolute truth, make of it what you will. You know her much better than I do."
I threw my second ball and missed picking up the spare by maybe a half inch. "Damn, you should have had that," Meadow empathized. "So she's perfectly okay with you dating?"
"As long as I don't hide anything from her," I said. "I don't think she'd be very happy if I set up an account on Tinder. But you and I arranged our date before Yvette and I started seeing each other, even if the details came later, so that's okay."
She took down nine pins with her first ball.
"The way I see it, we can do one of two things," I said. "I can be a boor and spend the next few hours telling his date all about his girlfriend, or we can put it aside, I take my chances, and we have a real date."
She guttered the ball for 9. "Ugh," she said. "What chances are they?"
"That this free-spiritedness is a sham. That she gets jealous like anyone else, and I fuck up everything."
"She's not like everyone else," Meadow said. "I think that goes pretty far." She gave me a grin that held a hint of devilry. "Neither am I."
"One thing she did say, before I banish her from the conversation, is you're not looking for a long-term relationship. So I don't know if she'd feel differently if you were."
"My recent record has been six weeks," she said, "so I guess she's right."
I threw a nasty split, and ended up with only eight points. "This really isn't going well, is it? I need to play more."
She threw a strike on the next ball, and turned to me with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "So which photo convinced you I wasn't a green-haired nerd?"
I lined up and threw my own strike. "Well, hell," I said before turning back to her. "Oh, yeah, there were two that Liz sent. One in college clothes and the three of you on the beach. All three of you look great, you and Yvette especially."
"I know that photo," she said, then hefted her ball and sent it off. Before it landed, she added, "And by that, you mean you like looking at boobs."
She took nine, and scowled at the standing pin.
"What were you saying about subtlety?"
"Point," she acknowledged, with no contrition. "It's true, though."
I shrugged. "Could be."
She threw her second ball, which curved gently and took the final pin dead center.
"So we're going to pretend that Yvette isn't in the picture?"
I frowned. "Let's say I'm going to try to believe Yvette isn't a factor. Pretending anything disrespects both of you. If you want to try to do the same, great. If not, I'm still going to try to hold my own against you bowling, and ask if you'd like to see a movie."
"Fair enough," she said as I lined up my next throw.
Meadow had won three games to my two when we traded in our shoes. I didn't offer to let me beat me in pool, too, after being humiliated by Yvette.
"So," I said, "shall we check movie times? I didn't plan anything, since I didn't know what you'd want to do and didn't want to constrain our bowling time. Chick flick or Marvel?"
She raised her eyebrows. "That's our choices?"
"Those are the easy options. We could find something else."
"Roomie and I have Netflix," she said. "And beer. We can't get beer at the movies."
"Would it mess up your roommate's plans?"
"She packed her bags before her last final and was out the door so fast she left a Wile-E-Coyote-style hole in it."
I grinned at the image. "Sure, then."
"Let's split the difference," Meadow said, "between chick flicks and superhero movies and find something with plenty of sex."
"That's not really between the other two," I objected.
"Maybe not, but it's something we can both get into."
"True enough," I agreed, while she went to bring red wine. It had seemed a lighter option than beer, and she had both.
The living room was small; the TV, a mid-sized flat screen, looked too large for it, but it didn't take up much space and made for comfortable viewing from the loveseat. She sat close beside me, on my left, and I slipped my arm around her. I was going at least to try to behave like this was a normal date, and Meadow gave no reaction, either to shrug off my touch or to get closer.
The scoop neckline of her loose tee fell partway down her breasts. From this angle it was a shallow view, but a definite distraction from the TV when she started the movie.
"Why this?" I asked.
"I googled it recently. It's close to top rated for sex scenes."
"Is that your main criterion?"
She rolled her eyes. "Lighten up. If it doesn't excite you it will probably amuse you."
"Or embarrass me," I griped.
That made her laugh. "Somehow, I don't think so."
She set the TV controller down and leaned lightly against me. My hand on her shoulder was equally light as I turned my attention to the TV.
The movie had shown a few seconds of moving landscape, then a jarring launch into the first sex scene. Had there even been opening credits?
"I think there are plenty of bare boobs in this movie," she commented after a moment. "You should like that."
"You just want me to stare at the TV instead of down your shirt," I countered.
She chuckled. "Mmm, nope. Feel free," she said. She glanced down and tugged her shirt into place, which didn't really change the amount of pale skin exposed.
Before the on-screen sex was done, I felt Meadow's fingers touch mine. She lifted them off her shoulder, then shifted to her right, her back against me, and tucked my left hand under her arm, my fingers against the side of her bra.
The movie seemed to have just enough story to justify constant sex scenes. In the next, the guy was going down on the girl, with explicit shots.
"The bare boobs you promised are pretty small," I complained.
"You make it sound like you like porn star fake breasts."
I moved my fingers against the side of her bra. "About this size is good, I think. Or..." I stoppered my words before they ran away from me.
"Or?" Meadow turned her head to see me. "Oh, you're wondering if these are fake?"
Shaking my head, I answered, "None of my business."
"Well, they're not," she retorted. "And they're not much more than average."
My fingers kept stroking automatically. "Then she's a lot smaller than average," I insisted.
"Well, okay, Mr. breast connoisseur," she replied. "I don't see you looking away from the TV."
"True enough," I admitted. My thumb traveled higher on her bra before I drew my fingers together and stopped their exploration.
The next scene was slow and dark, and too short, but passionate. I found it quite entertaining. It gave me a small thrill in my belly. But I still hadn't seen any point to the story.
After that too brief encounter, what followed was plenty of nudity and water scenes, but no sex for a while. I started to get the impression that Meadow was getting restless. She wriggled back against me and turned a little to her left when the next major sex scene began, which had the effect of pushing my fingers an inch further along her bra. On the screen, the girl was blindfolded and bound to the bed as the guy went down on her. It carried an erotic charge, and I found my fingertips tracing the side of Meadow's breast again.
Partway through the scene, she paused the movie. Leaning forwards, she turned her head to look at me. "You're not handling this 'perfectly normal date' well, are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're conflicted. You want to set your qualms aside, but you can't."
I shrugged. "You might be right."
She took my hand from her side and stood. "Give me five. I have an idea."
She took her wine glass with her, and I finished mine while she was out. She refilled our glasses when she returned, and sat as before. She took a sip of wine, then leaned back and moved my hand back to her bra, so that my fingertips lay across the center of the cup. I began to circle them lightly. There was a small black oval shape in her hand.
"What is that?" I asked, as she resumed the movie. The scene moved into very explicit man-on-top, the girl's wrists still bound.
"It was a gift from a former lover," she said, holding the disk for me to examine.
I took it and turned it over. She seemed to quiver slightly. Both of us were watching the scene, the pace of the encounter increasing. "Huh. It's buzzing," I said, and turned it over again. It buzzed gently again.
She didn't speak for a few moments, focused on the TV, while I kept turning the oval disk over. As the scene ended, she breathed out, then said, "That's, like, a representation," she said. "That's the controller."
"What is it controlling?"
"Something I'm wearing," she said, a little smugly, turning to look at me through her glasses. "Something that buzzes much more forcefully than the controller does."
"It's a... oh, shit," I said. A sudden thrill of excitement shot through my belly, and I almost dropped the disk. I handed it back to her cautiously.
"Mmhmm," she replied. "It's a vibrator. I figure if you're not certain what's okay for you, at least I can treat myself to a little fun, and you don't need to feel guilty at all. And who knows? Maybe you'll like it when I do."
"I see," I said, hoarsely. The fingers of my left hand had frozen in place.
"The controller is direction sensitive," she said. "Flat, like this, it's gentle, just a nice, background warmth. Vertical," she turned the disk on its side and held it, "it's full power." She turned it flat again, her breathing seeming a little strained. "That's when it buzzes, to give the operator feedback to know what he's doing."
"The operator being...?"
"Myself, usually," she said, "though I don't really need the feedback. Or a friend. My ex and I used to use it in public places, at restaurants... trying to stay quiet and keeping a straight face when he had it on full was fun. This was Mr. Six Weeks," she added, with a mischievous grin. She nestled back against me, the controller held flat. "This is the reason we lasted so long."
I relaxed enough to resume caressing the front of her bra. I could feel a soft but distinct center where her nipple must have been. "I never dated a girl who used one," I said.
"You probably have," she countered. "They just kept it for their own private time. Maybe not a wearable one, though."
The movie rolled into another sex scene, an awkward fingering encounter, though still with an erotic impact. Meadow toyed with the device in her right hand as she watched. I felt her back pressing against me as her breathing quickened, and I moved my fingers further, cupping her bra and squeezing lightly.
She set the controller on the coffee table, leaning forward without removing my hand, so her breast pressed against it. Then she leaned back and calmed her breathing. I was getting turned on by the thought of her reaction to the vibrator and movie. "Would you mind if I take my bra off?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "No, I mean. Sure."
Not bothering to pause the movie, she unhooked the bra and slipped it out of her tee. Not with a sexy show as Yvette had done, just a functional snap, tug of a strap over her arm, then drawing it out and dropping it on the side of the loveseat.
She picked up her wine, and handed me my glass. We both drained them. I was getting a slight buzz. Then she set both of our glasses down, picked up the controller, and leaned back, closer than before, her head against my neck. I lifted my hand and began to explore.
Her breast felt different from Yvette's. Slightly less resilient, maybe a little softer. Dammit, I thought, don't compare, that's asking for all kinds of trouble. I curled my fingers around to stroke the lower side as I tried to focus on the TV.
"See, those are bigger," she said, waving a hand at the TV. The girl was getting a lap dance from a woman with much larger chest measurements.
"I still prefer this," I said. I pinched her boob about an inch from the tip, rolling it between finger and thumb, then slid my hand forwards, so that the pinch migrated to her nipple before sliding off the front of it.
"Do that again," Meadow said.
I obliged. I noticed she had the controller on a steep angle, and she shivered slightly as I pinched her nipple. I returned to stroking the underside.
The lap dance segued into the girl, naked in bed, with a vibrator.
"There, see," Meadow whispered. "A well-prepared girl has her own toys."
I saw her rotating the black disk in her right hand. She wasn't turning it onto its side, but she was definitely moving it around off horizontal. Her breathing was becoming heavy, and it was affecting me. My pants felt too tight.
The girl on the TV's cries became louder. "I can see why," I said. The scene ended, but soon returned to her lying in bed with the vibrator. Her boyfriend watched as she took herself all the way to orgasm.
Meadow's breath shuddered, then she chuckled and said, hoarsely, "Now imagine keeping that contained sitting at a sidewalk cafe."
"And that's fun, is it?" I asked.
"Fuck, yes," she breathed. She took the controller between finger and thumb and held it out to me. "Here, take it for a while."
"Okay," I said, carefully taking it horizontally, "if you want."
"See how it feels to have control," she said. "I think you'll understand."
I felt my cock swelling at the thought. The fingers of my left hand closed around her nipple, wide and soft. I circled my finger over it, feeling it swell. It would be exciting to add a little to the effect of playing with her boob. I found myself tilting the disk until I could feel a slight pulsing.
Meadow's nipple became firm between my finger and thumb, and I pinched it. She shivered against me. Her breath shuddered a little, and my excitement grew. I resisted the temptation to tilt the disk any further, instead setting my hand on my knee to hold it flat.
The next sexy interlude in the story was man bound at the wrists while girlfriend played stripper, leading into very explicit fellatio. My erection grew as the guy's on the screen did.
"You'd like that?" Meadow asked.
"I think I would," I said, my voice sounding more controlled than I felt.
"Even though her boobs are so small?"
I giggled. "I don't think that would make much difference," I said.
The sex on the screen had been getting to feel as forced as the story, but the next, with the woman on top, was pretty exciting. Her breasts quivered, hanging over his face as the couple fucked.
"See," Meadow said, her voice not entirely steady. "They're not so small."
"They still kinda are," I muttered, fondling Meadow again. I was sure hers would look so much better, hanging over my face... I found I was clutching the controller, feeling a steady pulsing.
Her breathing had sped up again. I squeezed the tip of her breast, lightly pinching her nipple, and she quivered against me.
She covered my hand with hers, pressing it to herself, and I felt her rapid breathing. I flattened the disk against my knee again.
"How does this feel?" I asked.
"It's good," she replied. A moment later, she added, "but I think your mouth would feel better than your fingers."
My own breath caught as a wave of arousal hit me. "Do you want that?" I asked after a moment, my voice unsteady.
She disengaged my hand from her shirt, and slid backwards onto my lap, leaning against the side of the loveseat, my right arm trapped beneath her. Then she took the hem of her tee and lifted it enough to expose her left breast.
My eyes took in the sight. Her nipple was wide and dark, with a broad areola. Her breast was pale, with a tan line above the nipple - no naked sunbathing for her, apparently. I parted my lips and set them lightly against her breast, lapping my tongue against her nipple. She shivered, and ran a finger over the back of my head.
Backing away, I sucked her nipple, then drew back until it popped loudly out of my mouth. She quivered. The black disk pulsed in my hand as I moved back in to suckle.
After a moment, I parted my lips, whispering around her breast, "Is this okay?"
"It's very okay," she replied, hoarsely.
I sucked hard on her nipple then popped it out of my mouth again. "Mmh," she gasped, and began to pant.
Easing off on the controller, I backed away. Her eyes were wide and dark behind the angular glasses. The movie had moved onto credits, with no real end to the story, as I saw it.
I raised my right arm and set it around her, careful to keep the controller level. She wriggled closer. "Pass me the remote," she said.
I extended the disk in the fingers of my right hand. She saw it and chuckled. "No, not that, the TV remote. I want you to keep that one."
I picked up the TV controller and handed it to her. She killed the TV and passed it back, then she lifted my left hand and slipped it up under her shirt to cover her right breast this time. I circled my thumb over her nipple, noticing that her breathing was heavy even with the disk horizontal.
Pinching her nipple lightly, I tugged on it. Her breath caught and she nibbled her lower lip. I tugged her nipple again.
"Kiss that one, Kev," she urged.
"Okay," I replied, trying to sound casual.
I lifted the shirt to expose her right breast and began to suckle. As I did, she crossed her arms and tugged the tee shirt off, tossing it over to join her bra.
Rolling the disk in my hand, I lapped my tongue against her nipple.
"Oh, God, yes, that's nice," she breathed. "Do that some more."
I did, covering as much of her breast as I could with my lips and drawing them back, ignoring the stronger buzzing of the controller. "Aww, yes," she murmured, and began to squirm.
Raising my head, I saw that she'd taken off her glasses. "Would you put these on the table?" she asked.
I nodded, took them from her and set them down. I noticed a buzzing sound that was not the controller, and realized it was coming from inside her jeans. That was the vibrator itself, and it was operating at high power. I realized I'd been feeling the controller's feedback for a while. I had it close to maximum. I turned my hand until it stopped, then sat up.
Her face was inches from mine, eyes wide and dark, lips making an O as her breath puffed through them. I lifted my left hand to her right breast again, kneading. I was going to lower my mouth to her left breast again, but Meadow's face drew closer, and my excitement held me there as her eyes gazed into mine an1d I felt her breath touch my lips. "Nhh..." she moaned softly, just before her lips met mine.
My heart raced in my chest as her tongue touched mine, and I responded urgently. I felt the controller pulsing, and I didn't try to calm it down. Meadow was making a sound in the back of her throat with each breath, "Nnn! Nnn! Nnn!" and bouncing in my lap.
She bit my tongue, and I wanted her to do it again. I pinched her nipple hard, then twisted it. "NNGH!" she moaned, then panted rapidly, her lips not leaving mine.
Then her back arched. She pressed herself against the arm I had around her back, and moaned loudly into the kiss, shuddering with each sound.
"Kiss my breast again," she said, breathlessly, and I suckled her left breast as her movements slowed, until she relaxed against my arm, then reached back and took the controller from me. "God," she breathed. "Take me, Kev," she said, unsteadily. "Please."
"Yes," I said. I stood, lifting her. She giggled and wrapped both arms around my head. "Which way to your bed?" I asked.
"Right," she said, and I pushed the door open and deposited her on the single twin bed in the small room. She stood and began to strip, so I did the same.
"I want you on top of me," she said as she withdrew a black ovoid from her sex - the vibrator - and set it on tissues.
"Alright," I agreed, and followed her onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs.
With her arousal, and likely with lube from the vibrator, I slid in easily, and we started to move. She was in no mood for gentle lovemaking. Our bodies bounced together eagerly, my hands on her hips. She wrapped her legs around mine and drew me close.
Her breasts shook beneath me, rippling like soft Jello. Just like Jello, I wanted to taste them, but I couldn't reach without changing my position, and our pace didn't permit it.
We pushed each other harder. The bed began to creak, and her breasts slapped against my chest. I moved my hands up her body, fitted them between us and began to knead both breasts. She panted, then began voicing each exhalation. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Her body tensed beneath me. I could feel her energy change. I pinched her nipples hard, and she moaned, then shivered. Her hands rose to caress my arms as she sighed.
"Did you come?" she asked me, a moment later.
I shook my head, and she raised an eyebrow. "Nice stamina," she murmured.
"Anything to oblige, Miss Meadow," I drawled.
She slapped my butt, hard, then rolled us over. I had to scoot back inwards to avoid falling off the bed. She lifted herself on her elbows, and we began to buck again.
In this position I could easily reach her nipples, so I did, fastening my lips to her left breast and popping it out of my mouth several times. That seemed to excite her, and soon the bed was creaking again.
I began to lose control well before she was ready. I held out as long as I could. I groaned as I found myself unable to postpone the moment any longer, and my cock started to spasm within her. She must have felt it, because she moaned, then pushed my face away from her breast, fastened her lips to mine, and devoured me until her body quivered, and she collapsed onto me, her sex trembling about my waning erection.
She rolled off me, and we lay side by side, barely fitting on the small bed, both panting.
When she had her breath back, she said, diffidently, "Kev?"
"Yeah, Med?"
"Will you go down on me?"
I grinned. "Well, o' course I will, Miss Meadow. Whatever you want!"
"Ass," she said, faintly. "What's with this Miss Meadow?"
I chuckled. "Seems to fit. I'd like to go down on you, though. Very much."
I slid off the bed and tried to figure the best angle. The end of the bed, probably, since there was no footboard. I moved around to the foot of the bed and had Meadow move down. Then I leaned forward and tongued her belly button.
"Mmm," she murmured. "You can practise with Meadow", Yvette had said. Well, it seemed I was going to.
Setting my hands beside her, I leaned forward and kissed her left breast, running my tongue around, then drawing it back down to her navel, and lower, tracing around her sex. No piercing to point the way, I thought.
Her breathing was instantly heavy. This was exciting her, and I had a long way to go, yet. I kissed each thigh, close to her sex, drawing my tongue from her pussy to a place just an inch or two away, and suckled that point. She shivered with anticipation.
Planting a line of kisses towards her sex made her hips rise in anticipation, but I kept holding back. Then I briefly pressed my lips to the hood of her clit, suckled for a second, and moved away as she gasped.
She exhaled sharply as she felt the fingers of my left hand slide into her. I drew them in and out, slowly, pressing my tongue to her labia without moving it. "Awwh..." she groaned. I kept up that slow movement for a long time, Meadow's breathing becoming louder. Then I pushed my fingers deep inside, feeling for a rough place on the wall of her sex.
I tapped hard against the place I'd identified, and the girl's ass lifted from the bed. That was probably the right location.
Returning to the hood of her clit, I pressed my lips to it and kissed it, slowly. After a moment, her hips began to move, and her breathing deepened. Lifting my eyes, I saw her breasts quiver. I reached out with my right hand and pinched her nipple, which made her squirm, then I took her left hand and placed it onto her own breast. She got my intention and started playing with her own breast, kneading and pinching.
Her hips rolled in a slow movement, and she began panting in time, two breaths to each rise and each fall. I pressed my tongue against her clit and rubbed for a second. She let out a shuddering cry and returned to panting. She was so clearly turned on that I didn't think teasing her would work well, she'd probably crest anyway, without the stimulation to give her a strong climax, so instead I just proceeded as slowly as I could, ready for the inevitable when it arrived.
Tapping my fingers against the wall of her sex made her gasp, and I knew I couldn't hold her much longer. I extended my tongue over the side of her hood, drawing it against her clit, and slowly bobbed my head.
"Oh God, oh God," she yelped. "Oh God, thisiswhatIwant, thisiswhatIwant. Oh, Kev, yes! Yes!"
I pressed my lips against her clit, and suckled. She shrieked and her hips slammed into the bed. I tried to track the movements of her sex, and must not have done too badly, because she moaned loudly as she came. I could feel her internal spasms around my fingers and against my tongue, and I kept up a gentle movement until well after her cries began to subside.
She drew me back to lie against her, and kissed me, a kiss of intimate passion rather than the need that had focused our earlier kisses.
"This is what I want?" I murmured, amused, when we separated.
Meadow's cheeks colored deeply, and she avoided my eyes. "Well, I did want it."
"Why so embarrassed, Med?"
She sighed. "So, I guess I never told you why it was I suggested the double date in the first place."
I caressed her belly casually as I waited for her to enlighten me. "I guess not," I said, drily.
"Well, uh, Liz mentioned something about your dating life this semester."
"I haven't had a dating life this semester. Except... oh, fuck, what did Dave tell her...?"
"Maybe more than he should," she said. "I figured anyone who could make a girl squeal like that is, uh, worth getting to know." After a beat, she added, "And I just might have talked to an ex of a Ms. Sofia Orazi, to find out what would do that to her. He wanted to show me, but he was an ass."
I shook my head and laughed. "Hence the date, even though I'm seeing someone, and the hard sell with the vibrator? It's okay," I added, "you tempted me badly, but I'm here because I want to be, and I'm glad you wanted it. Knowing that... turns me on, to be honest."
She looked up and smiled at me. "Good, because I want more."
I chuckled again, then a thought struck me. "Oh, wait, did Yvette know about this?"
She shook her head, wide-eyed. "I don't think so, Kev. Liz told me about it. When I had to drop out, Yvette took over willingly, and I didn't spill any gossip. I don't think Liz would. We were having a soul-searching conversation about Dave when it came out."
I sighed. "I hope not. I really like her. I hope we're not together just because she wants me to make her scream."
"I don't think so, Kev, I really don't."
"She told me, if I fall in love with you, she'd help cure me," I said. "No offence, but that's not going to happen."
She laughed, making her breasts quiver enticingly. "Well, now you know I only want you for your body, so we're good."
"Yeah," I answered. "Say, would your little device have any juice left?
"Juice?" She was genuinely confused for a moment. "Oh, battery charge? It's good for a couple of hours, do you want me to use it?"
"Sure," I said, "let's see what mischief we can make with it."
"I like how you're thinking, Kev," she said.
She gave me control after the vibe was reinstalled. I rolled close to her, moved my face to hers, and parted my lips. She met them with hers, and our tongues joined in a passionate tango. Clarifying the basis of our relationship seemed to have freed us up to be affectionate. I truly enjoyed this girl's company, and liked turning her on.
I turned the disk, feeling it pulse strongly, and held it that way until Meadow began to moan into the kiss, then I set it aside, ensuring that it was still giving her a little stimulation. Her excitement fed mine, but it was controlled, now, our lust communicated through lips and tongue, not just the pulsing of the vibrator.
I moved partly on to her, far enough to free my left hand, so both hands could cup a breast,, and began to knead, still breaking and reforming our kiss. We may never approach love, but we shared a strong desire, not only for the other's body, but each to give to the other. The emotion fed our passion, hers boosted by the gently ticking vibe, mine by her arousal.
Releasing her left breast, I traced my finger down her body, and drew it around her sex, then pressed against the mound of her hood. I circled a finger around, slowly, as she sighed, then added a second finger and began a vertical rubbing, either side of the nub in the center. I tried to keep things slow, and the buildup of the intensity of our kisses seemed to indicate I was doing well. Her hands explored my back and my sides with smooth motions.
Her hips began to move, slowly, just barely increasing the pressure against my fingers. Then, gradually, desire began to turn into need. Her kiss became more demanding, and her hips moved further with each stroke. I pressed my fingers to either side of the nub and began to move them against her at about twice the speed of her rocking hips.
She grunted into the kiss, "Mmmph!" then broke her lips from mine, wrapping her hands around my neck as she gasped. I kept rubbing as her back arched and she shuddered in climax.
When she relaxed, I took my hand from her sex to retrieve the controller, then passed it into my left hand and returned my finger to her hood. I rested the device on the side of her breast, the slope making the motion intensify as I pinched her nipple. With my fingers putting pressure on her clit, I moved my face to her left breast and began to suckle. She writhed on the bed as the stimulation took hold, panting. "Mmh! Mmh! Mmh!"
Without changing my position or motion, I led her through two more orgasms, wondering if the vibrator could end up tiring her out.
After the second, I held the control and slid off the bed, moving to the foot and drawing her down, knees raised. I lowered my head to her sex and licked her labia, then looked up.
"Do you still want this?" I asked.
"Oh, God, yes, Kev," she replied.
I tongued her hood, keeping a moderate amount of stimulation on the vibrator, until she began to moan. Again, I didn't try to draw things out by teasing. After all this time, she was probably overwhelmed with arousal anyway. I turned the vibe up high, then waited for the effects to show. When her back began to arch, I tongued back her hood as much as I could, and began to suckle her clit.
She squirmed wildly. I grabbed her thighs to hold her in place until she exploded against me, calling out, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" as her sex shuddered in climax.
When her quakes subsided, she smiled at me and patted the bed. She drew out the vibe and set it aside again, pushed me onto my back and slid atop me.
"Nothing fancy," she breathed, "but I want to feel you one more time."
We moved together, languidly, affectionately, her lovely breasts pressed to my chest, her lips and tongue meeting mine, until we each came to the point that we knew the other was ready, and I spent myself inside her as she shuddered joyfully.
"If you need to leave, I can get up and drive you home," she said. "You're welcome to stay the night, if you like."
"I'll stay, if it's okay," I said. "Where shall I sleep?"
"It's a tight squeeze, but we can share," she replied, cleaning up the vibrator. "I've done it before."
"If you're okay with it," I replied. "Sure."
She plugged the vibe back in to charge, then joined me under the sheets, and I was out in moments.