Sleepless

“If you think my heart can stand it,” I told her.

“You’re strong and in good health,” she commented. “I’ll risk it.”

“I’m the one taking the risk,” I reminded her.

“Man up,” she said as she slid off my lap.

Once again in front of me, she slid the robe off her shoulders and caught it in her right hand. She tossed it to me. “Hold this for me,” she said.

She turned around slowly, the blue light shining on her from the left as she turned. The light shining through the design in the black fabric of her outfit as she turned produced continuously changing patterns against her skin. I gasped a deep breath. Not the best thing I could have done. The scent of her cologne filled my lungs and my sinuses. My lightheadedness returned with dividends in the condition of my erection.

The black cover of her black outfit buttoned in the front and barely reached the top of her hips. I could make out her nipples through the fabric and her almost not there bra. Her panties were even more revealing. I could see she had shaved her pubic hair. Her labia and slight bulge of her clitoris were mostly visible. She slowly unbuttoned her negligee, lifted it more slowly off her body and dropped it on the floor.

“Are you all right?” she asked again.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

“Can you take more?” Jessie asked.

“I think so,” I said. “If not, I think dad has a defibrillator upstairs,” I ventured.

Jessie laughed and reached up behind her back to unhook her bra. Instead, she turned around and backed against my knees. “Can you help with this?” she asked.

I undid the two hooks holding her bra closed. When she turned around, the straps had fallen off her shoulders and her bra was held in place by only the friction between the material and her skin.

“Would you like to finish?” she asked. She leaned in, anticipating my response.

I held the sides of her bra cups in my hands. Jessie stood up. Her bra hung on my fingers and her breasts hung on her chest. I had seen her breasts from across the room. Now they were just feet from my eyes and inches from my hands. My fingers twitched.

“You can touch them if you want to,” Jessie said. “You can also squeeze them, run your fingers around their nipples, kiss them and suck on them if you want,” she added.

Without permission or waiting, Jessie slid back onto my lap. My left arm was around her back. My right hand on her thigh. We kissed again. My tongue penetrated her and my erection wished it could. Mid kiss, Jessie took my right hand and put it on her left breast. I moaned with the feel of her breast and the intensity of her cologne.

I did as she suggested. I squeezed her breast. I ran my thumb and fingers against her nipple. I broke our kiss and leaned forward to kiss her nipple. She pushed her breast against my lips and I sucked her nipple. After a few minutes, Jessie shifted her body and I repeated everything with her right breast.

It was Jessie’s turn to gasp and hold her breath. She squirmed in my lap. It was impossible to miss the state of my erection. We kissed again and she shifted her bottom more deliberately against my erection until I was lodged in the space between her cheeks and centered on her vagina.

“I think I’d like to see what you’re hiding,” Jessie said.

She climbed off my lap again and put out a hand to help me up in front of her. She took the sides of my t-shirt in both hands and pulled it up and off my body over my head. Without pause, she did the same with my shorts down my legs and off my feet.

My erection bobbed between us, pointing almost straight up.

“Oh,” she said. “No underwear. Come with me,” she ordered and started for the bedrooms.

She took two steps, paused and shed her panties before continuing. In the hallway, we turned and headed for her bedroom.

We stood, facing each other, naked and expectant. Jessie seemed focused on my erection. “You can touch it if you want to,” I said. “You can also squeeze it, wrap your fingers around it, kiss it and suck on it if you want.”

She did and more. She was on her knees on the floor with my erection between her lips when I warned her about what might happen.

“You saved yourself for this last night,” she told me.

“Not for this,” I admitted.

“Then we should take care of that first,” she said.

She scrambled up on the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

I could feel the emotion and immediate need of the moment. I crawled between her legs. Jessie was a vision from my dreams. Her preparation and willingness were evident. Her arms were reaching for my body. I took a moment for something unexpected. I leaned down and pulled my tongue between her labia and kissed her clitoris.

“Fuck!” cried Jessie. Her orgasm must have been as imminent as mine. Her body convulsed and her legs clamped around my head. It took a dozen seconds for her shaking to subside and her legs to relax. I slid up her body. My erection found the entrance to her body and slid easily inside her.

“Wha …,” she moaned and her shaking returned. She gasped, pulled me up her body, deeper inside her and kissed me. We lay together, arms and legs wrapped around each other, sealed together orally and sexually.

I moved inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she cried. “Do that again.”

I began a constant rhythm within her. She matched my tempo and we climbed the orgasm mountain together. Her final orgasm almost tossed us off her bed except that she held me so tightly inside her that, even if we fell off the bed, we wouldn’t have lost contact with each other.

Before her orgasm subsided, I expelled everything I had saved and borrowed more from tomorrow. I pulsed over and over inside her. She cried with each pulse, her tears running down her cheeks and the salty fluid seeping between our lips as we kissed.

We lay together afterward for long minutes. Long after I had become limp inside her. Eventually, I fell out of her when she shifted for comfort. Jessie supported herself on my chest. “Can you tell me what happened?” she asked.

“I thought it was what you wanted,” I said.

“It was but I never expected it to be so emotional, so consuming. If I had any inkling it would be that intense, I would have never started,” she admitted.

“Are you regretting it?” I asked.

“Never,” Jessie insisted. “Now that I know it’s survivable I want to do it again.”

“You can never have a second first time,” I observed.

“I’ll settle for half a first time,” Jessie conceded.

“You’re on,” I promised. “But I have to recover first.”

Jessie cuddled up. “I can wait,” she agreed. “Now that I know what’s possible.”

Our second time was slow and overflowing with love for each other without the explosive climaxes of the first time. “That was just as wonderful,” Jessie commented when we recovered.

We fell asleep cuddled together. I woke up when Jessie got up to use the bathroom. The sun was shining. When she returned, she kissed me. “Good, you’re awake,” she said.

“Mom and dad?” I asked concerned they came home before I could get back to my room.

“They came home hours ago and went straight up to their bedroom,” Jessie explained. “I think we’re clear,” she added.

“Breakfast?” I suggested.

“Meet you in the kitchen,” Jessie said.

I went back to my bedroom through the joint bathroom, stopping to wash up and brush my teeth on the way. When I got to the kitchen, Jessie was pouring two mugs of coffee. I sat at the table. She brought the coffee and sat down.

“We’re screwed,” she said. “We left our clothing in the living room last night. When I left my bedroom, mine was neatly folded on the floor in front of my door.”

“Mine was in front of my door too,” I revealed. “What does that mean?” I asked knowing exactly what it meant.

“It means mom found our clothing in the living room, picked it up, folded it neatly and put in front of our bedroom doors. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what else mom has already figured out,” Jessie said.

“What do we do?” I asked.

“Nothing,” said Jessie. “It is what it is. Today is just another Saturday. Let’s see what mom does.”

I found cereal in the pantry and filled a bowl with Raisin Bran and milk. I was eating my cereal when mom and dad walked into the kitchen. They were both radiant.

“You look incredible,” commented Jessie.

“So do you,” responded mom with a smile.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Everyone seemed peaceful and happy with their own thoughts. A short time later, dad excused himself, put his silverware, dishes and mug in the sink and left the room. I got up to follow dad. “Stay with us for a while,” suggested mom.

I sat back down, expecting the worst.

“Well,” started mom. “Did you kids have fun last night?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Jessie answered for both of us. “We did,” she said simply.

“You didn’t clean up after yourselves last night,” mom said.

“That was before,” said Jessie.

Mom thought for a moment. “How was it?” she asked.

“Incredible,” said Jessie.

“How about you?” mom asked me.

I still didn’t know how to answer. Jessie seemed to be admitting everything without saying anything and mom seemed to follow the conversation. I settled on a similar honesty. “I’ve never had a better evening in my life,” I said.

“I’m glad to hear that,” said mom.

“You’re not angry?” I asked.

“Not at all,” confessed mom. “I expected it. Actually, I expected it sooner than last night.” She paused for a moment. “Last night was the first time?” she asked.

Jessie smiled. “It was and I wish it had happened sooner,” she admitted.

“I assume you took precautions,” stated mom.

I blanched. Jessie was confident. “Not last night,” she admitted. “But the timing was perfect. We’ll be sure to be careful in the future.”

I was having problems with the conversation. Jessie was telling mom that, not only did we have sex with each other last night, she was planning to have sex with me again in the future.

“I’m glad you didn’t lose control and forget the consequences,” said mom.

“I didn’t say we didn’t lose control,” corrected Jessie. “I said it was okay and I’m aware of the consequences.”

“I’ve always preferred the kind of sex where I lose control,” said mom. “And the feeling of unprotected sex is always welcome.”