Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 24 He went through the padoors after her, hopping as he tugged his jeans back on. "Laura, wait." But Laura didn't wait. He watched her dark hair sway hypnotically behind her, the cute wiggle of her hips in her wet underwear. It all seemed painfully ironic now.

She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. As he got to the knob, he heard and felt it lock and a spark of static shot into his hand. He recoiled slightly, rubbing his hand, then knocked on the door.

"Laura," he said again. "Please open the door." Empty silence emanated. All he heard was the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional passing car on the street.

"Laura?" Still nothing.

"C'mon, Laura, this is crazy. You lock yourself in the bathroom?" Not a sound. After a moment, he heard the shower turn on.

"Laura!" He went to pound against the door but stopped himself. He stood there, glaring at the carpet. Light tendrils of steam began to curl up from under the door. And as he watched, his frustration gave way to the simple fact of it all.

He had fucked up.

He found her staring at a painting.

A farm house, the final seconds of a sunset, a few trees here and there, and a farmer on a backhoe, reigning the horses. The sky was a deep purple with soft clouds gathering over a darkening horizon.

The foyer lights were off, and in the soft light glowing from the kitchen, she looked like she could have been a part of that painting, standing on that farm house's front porch.

He walked up to her, putting his arms around her and breathing her in deeply. Cherries and Jasmine. She turned in his embrace and, silhouetted by the light on the painting, they kissed.

Danntettheter, "sile saniraîter a hearth Airrurdiri'tion", men it'crazy' truthinktlant Someone will find out. Eventually." She turned her head to the side. "Then it'll get weird." Chris knew she was right. There was no way they could keep this secret forever. Or for long. In a matter of days they had gone from stepsiblings to lovers. Real or infatuation, it was intense, and it felt like there was no way to return from it.

Still, he wanted to avoid facing these facts. It's hard acknowledging that life has turned a corner. Chris preferred straight lines.

He pushed everything but her from his mind and pulled her face up to his. "So we'll deal it with it then. When it happens. Together." She looked into his eyes and smiled. "This is crazy, isn't it?" Chris shrugged. "I don't know. But if it is, then I love crazy." He smiled. "I am all about the crazy." She laughed and kissed him again. He felt her hand drift lower on his back, pressing him into her. "And I am all about you." She growled it through the kiss, her nose mashing against his forcefully.

It was amazing to have someone who could excite him with such little effort. It had been a long tsince he'd felt like this. He would have loved to flatten her against the wall and conseverything about her.

"We should get back," he said instead. "I'm not sure it takes this long to pop popcorn or pee." She laughed again. "Is that what you told them? You just peed ten minutes ago." "I'm running out of excuses." He tickled under her arms and she squealed, twisting away from him so hard her socks lost traction on the hardwood floor, and she lost her balance. He caught her and they were both laughing as he tried to quiet her.

"Relax," she said. "Becky and Simon could use salone time." Then she tilted her head back to look up at him and ran her hand over his neck. "And so could we, I think." She pulled him down to her, and this twhen they kissed, the passion rose from her like an intoxicating cloud. Swept up in it, Chris lowered himself to his knees, she holding his face to hers. Her arms curled up around his head, fingers curling in his hair. His hands, with a mind of their own, slid under her sweater and wrapped around her back tightly. From just the touch of his hands on her skin, she moaned softly.

Then their eyes popped open and their hands froze. Footsteps on the basement stairs. They sprung up from the floor. Chris quickly bolted for the hallway to the bathroom. As he quietly pulled the door closed, he heard Becky and Laura talking in the foyer. Locking the door, he looked around the bathroom. Laura had been right when she said he'd just been in here ten minutes ago, so he didn't feel any great urgency to go. Instead, he sat on the toilet and stared up at the ceiling.

He heard the girls move into the kitchen which was next door to the bathroom. They started coughing; it was muffled through the wall, but he could hear just fine.

"Jesus, Laura, you burned the shit out of that." Becky's voice drifted through the drywall.

"I know," said Laura. She must have been standing closer to the wall because Chris could hear her better. "I know, but have you seen that painting?" Chris heard the pantry door opening and closing. "You ever wish you could just crawl up inside a picture?" Becky giggled, farther away. "You are such a nerd." "What's the first picture you remember seeing?" Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "I don't know. How am I supposed to remember that? You remember yours?" "My mother in her wedding dress." Chris blinked at this. He couldn't remember Laura ever talking about her mother. All he knew was that she had died when Laura was 9 years old.

The kitchen was now silent, and he leaned closer to the wall. Then he heard Becky, quietly. "That's your first picture?" "My dad gave it toon my first day of school. She was beautiful." Laura trailed off for a minute. Chris's ear was against the drywall.

"It was perfect." He could hear the pride in her voice, the glowing smile on her face.

And he could almost feel the air of the kitchen grow heavy and begin to seep through the wall into the bathroom. "You wear the photographer thing really well, babe," Becky said.

"And I know it." Both girls laughed and Chris smiled now, leaning back from the wall. Deciding he'd spent enough thiding in the bathroom, he flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. He counted the appropriate length of tfor the girls to think he was washing his hands, then turned off the water and went out to the kitchen.

Becky was leaning against the center island, her red hair seeming to glow even in the dark of house. Laura was at the microwave with a fresh bag of popcorn in one hand and a burned, smoking one in the other.

"There's a man," Becky said. "Maybe now we can get something done right." Chris nodded. "I smell burned popcorn." He struck a superhero pose. "I am here." "Talk to Laura," Becky said with a yawn.

Laura looked over at Chris suggestively. "I told you I got distracted." Becky's yawn prevented her from seeing Laura lick her lips.

Chris hid his smile.

"Well let's hurry this up," Becky said. "We got pot and movies that need to be watched." She thought for a minute. "Actually, the pot needs to be smoked, the movie needs to be watched, and - oh yeah - the popcorn needs to be not charred to a nuclear fucking crisp." "Alright, alright, popcorn's on its way," Laura said impatiently. "But I need silence to work my magic, so everyone out." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! Becky held up her hands and backed away from the island, and Chris slowly tiptoed after her. They both rounded the corner and out of Laura's playful glare.

In the doorway to the basement, Chris suddenly stopped. "I left a CD in Simon's car." Becky rolled her eyes. "Hurry up, Chrissy." "Chrissy?" "Yeah, I'm trying it out." Then she added a smile. "Along with anything else." She descended the rest of the way.

Chris frowned to himself and shook his head. If he told his friends at medical school about this, the fact that he'd gotten blowjobs from two different girls in the sday would earn him high fives all around. But standing at the top of those stairs, Chris didn't feel like high-fiving anyone. He quickly walked back into the kitchen. Laura heard him coming and turned around.

"Hey you-" He flattened her against the microwave and kissed her hard. She was surprised but quickly her hands found their way to his shoulders then up to his neck. "I owe you," he breathed.

He kissed her again and this ther leg curled up his and held him tighter. He thrust against her, and from her moan he knew she could already feel his hardening cock through their jeans.

The microwave hummed behind her.

He broke away, taking her hand. "C'mere." They tiptoed around the corner into the dining room. The lights were off and they moved to one of the darker corners. Chris quickly put her against the wall and began unzipping her jeans. She stroked his face gently but her eyes watched eagerly as his hands slid her jeans and underwear down to her ankles. "Off," was all he had to say and she obediently stepped out of them. Chris was on his knees in front of her and he lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. Her pussy was no more than two inches from his face. Seeing it so close, Chris's cock sprung the rest of the way to full hard on. He smiled up at her. "Hold on." As his tongue touched her clit, her fingers slid through his hair and she closed her eyes, her head rolling back against the wall. She'd been so intent on making him cum earlier in the day that she'd nearly forgotten about herself.

He licked her little button lightly at first, then slower and with more pressure. With each lick, he completely covered her clit. The winter night outside was cold and permeated the nearby window, and Chris could almost see the chills moving up her body.

One of her hands left his hair and went up her sweater to one of her breasts. He watched her play with herself while he licked her and thought his cock might burst from his pants.

He held her leg up off his shoulder, and as her legs spread wider, so did her smooth pussy, and Chris licked deeper, making tiny little swirls. He remembered an old high school buddy's words to him: "Write in cursive with your tongue and they will love you."

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