Author: Chris Kenworthy
E-mail: kelworth@chriskweb.net
Rating: ADULT content begins in this part, sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Roswell, more's the pity.
Spoilers: Up to the beginning of 'Cry your name'
(Alex):
"Aahhh... oh, *boy* Isabel that feels great!"
Tess and Liz had gone their separate ways so that Iz and I could get some quality time alone together - Liz going off to explore the University library, and Tess accepting Mitch's offer to show her around more of the campus.
As might be expected, we'd spent a good majority of our alone time making out, but that phase was over now. I was lying down on my bed, flat on my stomach. Isabel was giving me an incredible back-and-shoulder rub.
Frankly, this was *better* than the making out! "So, what happens next?" Isabel asked conversationally.
"Well, tomorrow I'll probably be hitting the textbooks from dusk to dawn," I sighed, waving vaguely at the pile of thick, large hardcover volumes sitting on my desk. "Trying to get up to speed with the computer languages they're using here at the project, to tell the Quantum computers what to do." I groaned a little. "More of that on Monday, as well as gofer-ing for Mister Ramirez, to learn my way around the premises. And on the day after that, they're going to make the first big trial of my algorithm, to see if it can solve a sample transliteration problem that's resisted computerized analysis so far."
"Hmmm..." Iz weighed that. "Will it work, do you think??"
"I... I can't tell you that," I teased her. "It's... it's confidential. Top secret!"
"Oh-ho," Isabel laughed, playing along. "We'll just SEE about that!!" And she applied soft pressure to a particular spot on my lower back that sent a relaxed pleasure tingling all over my body, to the tips of each finger and toe. "Wanna spill the secret yet?" She laughed sexily.
"Umm... no. No!" I managed to blurt out.
"I have ways of making you tell me every single thing you know," she teased, "and you'll love every minute of it." She rubbed again, harder, in another spot near the first.
"Ohhhhhwaa," I groaned, or some combination of sounds to that effect.
"Tell me and I'll do that again," she taunted.
"And... and if, if I d... don't??" I managed to get out.
"Well, then you're being difficult," she decided, "which means no more Miss nice girl. I guess I'll have to bring out the heavy weaponry, starting with... thiis..." I could feel her soft fingers tracing down my inner thigh, (still clothed, in blue jeans,) and down underneath, to tickle in the vicinity of my crotch.
"Whaoo!" I exclaimed, quickly scrambling back up to a sitting position. "Okay, I give, I give... but I really don't know for sure if the code'll work on Tuesday."
"Oh," Isabel replied, and she was pouting temptingly. I couldn't tell if she was more disappointed that I had brought a 'chicken' end to our little play-acting game, or that the information I had been holding out on hadn't been worth the effort. (The fact that this was the first time in the whole sequence that I'd seen her face, since she started the rubdown, didn't help in gauging her mood.)
"The algorithm should work... I'm confident about that. But it may take more than one try -- or one day -- to get it to interface properly with the rest of the translation programs that they're running." No response. "How about I take my turn, give YOU a massage? You're the one who has to face a five-hour drive back tonight, not me."
She considered that. "It's okay... you don't have to," she said.
"I know I don't," I replied, "but I'm offering."
Apparently I didn't need to ask her more than twice. Smiling impishly, she ran one hand down the front of her black V-neck top, popping the snaps that fastened it closed. Smoothly, she shrugged her arms out of the sleeves, and casually tossed the garment through the air so that it hung neatly on the back of my desk chair. She was only wearing a silky black bra underneath. And then she stretched out, front first, on the bed, like I had, turning her face slightly to the side, and reached up behind her back and unfastened... the clasps... of her bra. She pushed the straps to the side and then let her arms rest at her side.
"C'mon, Whitman, what are you waiting for," she asked after a few moments. Although I couldn't hear any more sound, from the way her upper body was moving slightly, I guessed that she was laughing to herself.
Well, I'd made the offer, and though I wasn't sure I would be able to give Isabel quite as pleasurable a massage as she'd done for me, I knew the basics. I leaned over her slim body, touched my hands lightly to her neck, and started to delicately knead the soft muscles there.
It definitely did seem like there was a fair bit of tension there, and I worked at it tenderly. "Been feeling stressed??"
"Ehhh." She shrugged slightly, as well as she could under the circumstances. "Long day. Finals. Vague and uncertain future. You figure it out."
I kept rubbing her neck. "You always bottle everything up inside... for as long as I've known you... and many years before that, I'd bet." She made a vague sound of protest. "Not that you haven't had your reasons... but there are people who care about you, people you could share all those frustrations and grievances with. People who are ready to help carry your load, because you've done it for them."
"Alex, I appreciate the thought... I really do. But... I'd rather not hear any more of it now, all right?"
"Okay." I moved down to her shoulders. "Anything in particular you DO want to talk about at the moment??"
"I dunno," she admitted. "Have you... have you thought about what might happen next? After... after you get the book translated, I mean??"
"I have," I admitted. "Pretty much given up speculating on it, though. There are so many possibilities for what might come next, so many different combinations of what the book might read, that there doesn't seem to be that much use in guessing." I rubbed at her back, and leaned over to kiss a spot on the side of her neck. "Except there's one thing that I know won't change... that I'll still be with you."
"Damn straight," she said with a short chuckle. "I've been guessing, and wondering, though... I have to admit. Wondering if maybe the book will tell us how to go home. Tell us that it's safe, and right, to go back." She took a deep breath. "If there were a way, and I could take you with me, would you even... would you want to come? I wouldn't leave you if you didn't."
"Boy." I blinked in amazement. "That's a pretty huge concept to take in... leaving Earth behind." Sigh. "I don't know. I can tell you that I'm flattered that you thought of inviting me along. I guess a lot of it depends on if we can learn more about what your planet would be like."
"That's fair," she agreed. Suddenly she sat up and looked at me, instinctively moving her arm to cover her chest where her bra wasn't in the best position to do that anymore. "What time is it??"
I looked over to the clock on my bedside table, and leaned over to actually read it, since the light from the window was kind of glaring it. "Seven thirty-five pm... you're late!"
"We lost track of time," she admitted, fumbling with the bra straps behind her back. "Liz and Tess are probably waiting out in the hall, for fear of interrupting us in something they didn't want to see."
I laughed at the thought. As Isabel stood up from the bed, her bra apparently dealt with, I met her with a quick and passionate kiss. "Thanks for coming up. Do you know when you'll be back for your classes?"
"Tuesday, 2 p.m. and not a minute later, so help me," she breathed. "I love you. Bye!!" She threw on the shirt, snapped a single snap, and hurried back out of the room and out of my life... for two more days, that is.
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(Kyle):
It was nearly eight in the evening by the time I got home... in a pretty nasty mood, I have to admit. Tossed my jacked into the vicinity of a hook on the front hall wall, (by some almost-miracle, it managed to catch the hook and hang very precariously,) and undid the top two buttons of my shirt. I was starting to hate cars... hate everything about them. But I knew that I couldn't quit that job.
The house seemed very quiet, much more quiet than usual. Of course, Tess had been talking about going up to Las Cruces with Isabel, so maybe she hadn't gotten back yet. And Dad... was he over at the DeLuca's house? Somehow I didn't think so, though I couldn't say why.
I searched through the entire house before I tried the garage... and before I'd done any more than step out the back door, I knew that had to be it. For one thing, there was the unmistakable sound, kind of a soft buzzing that got anything but soft when I opened the garage door. A circular saw going at full tilt.
"Dad!!" I shouted at him. "DAD!"
He heard me the second time and shut down the motor, turning and grinning at me lopsidedly, holding the piece of gambel oak that he'd been working on and showing it to me.
"I gotta ask... are you back in the dark place again??"
He laughed. "No, no, definitely not. In fact, I think you're gonna be very happy when I tell you what I'm doing in here - what I'm starting. But I can't tell you yet."
I blinked in surprise. "Why the heck not??"
"Promised Amy that we'd tell all of you kids together. This was a decision that's going to affect... well, I guess I might as well get used to saying it now. Going to affect the whole family."
"Wow, sounds big." I hoped that he was right that I'd be happy to hear the news. "Well, I'm going to go and crash in the living room."
"You're that tired? It's still early." Dad looked around. "I could knock off for the night, we could play some Horse or something."
"Nah, that's all right." I sighed. "Long, hard day at work."
"Just a sec," Dad called before I left the garage. He dusted his hands off against each other and walked up to me.
"Kyle, all of this effort you've put in for the sake of our family since I was dismissed... I'm proud of you. It was a situation you never should have been in... and I'm sorry for that. And while there's less that I can do about it than I'd like to, I don't mean for you to have to carry this weight much longer." He sighed softly to himself and brushed a bit of hair away from my forehead.
"Sounds good to me, dad," I agreed. "See you in the morning?"
"I'll be there," he agreed with a smile, and when I turned to go he started to head back to his tools.
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(Maria):
"Thank you, thank you." The polite applause died down. "Ladies and gentlemen, our award honorees: Philip Rendon." This was an old guy, kinda stooped with hardly any hair left, but he still moved energetically enough to the stage and up the stairs. "Hal Carver." I cheered loudly, much more vehemently than anyone else had all evening. Michael shot me a look but he shook his head and grinned. Mister Carver deserved it. "And Laurel Zeyenner." This was a light-haired woman who looked a few years younger than Hal... pretty forgettable in appearance.
The dinner had been pretty boring, until now. Actually, the ceremonies and awards had been the boring part. The actual *dinner* part of the dinner had been interesting enough, or at least pleasant enough to make up for being less than interesting. Roast beef, well done and very lean, noodles in a garlic white sauce. Fresh green salad with a choice of piquant dressings. Most of the people around us had taken wine or other alcoholic beverages, but the waiter hadn't even given us a chance to ask. I had two and a half glasses of a nice ginger ale, and Michael settled for Dr Pepper. And there was Baked Alaska for dessert, something I've always wanted to try, and it was almost as good as I'd hoped.
The ceremony was almost over when they called Hal and the others up on stage. Each of the three honorees gave a little speech, but I have to admit I don't remember a word of any of them. Plenty of people were already clearing out of the banquet hall by the time Hal got back to the table.
"Hey, it's my biggest fans," he said with a smile, and sat down in his seat. Checked his watch. "Getting pretty late - shouldn't the two of you be heading back for Roswell now?"
"Umm..." I shot a glance over at Michael. "Not... not really. Because we knew the dinner was going to go late, and it's such a long drive back, we -- we got a reservation at a hotel just out of town to spend the night."
Hal looked at the two of us for a second and then gasped. "What... what is it??" I asked.
"Oh..." he sighed, and continued in a low voice. "Just for a second, the two of you... you reminded me so much of myself and Betty that it took my breath away." He shook his head. "Take a word of advice from an old geezer who missed his chance - don't be content with seizing the day. Live every minute of every hour to the fullest, because you never know what it is that you'll look back on and regret. If you take your chances and play the cards you're dealt..." he coughed, "well, it helps a little."
Oh, my god. Did he know what I'd been thinking about all night, about that hotel room, and Michael... and whether it was the right time to... well, to consummate everything with Spaceboy. Everything I'd said to Liz about it still made sense, but I wasn't sure if it was enough to convince me... especially considering my mom's overprotective warnings. To have the argument taken up by this guy I'd really only just met... but I doubted he was talking about that, just about taking chances in general.
"Well, how about this," he said in a moment, shaking off the extremely sentimental moment. "You kids'll still want to get to your hotel before it's too late, or they might give your room away. Why don't we walk over to my hotel, and talk along the way, and then you can walk back to where you parked from there??"
I looked over at Michael, who hadn't said a word since Hal had come back. He just nodded. "Okay, sounds good to me!!" I answered.
We chatted about what Leesburg was like - that was the town in Florida that Hal had moved to when he retired - as we walked through the dark and still-busy streets of Albuquerque. From there the conversation managed to jump to the aromatherapy oils that I used to blend myself... haven't had time for that sort of thing in over a year... and the fortunes of the Orlando Magic and the Phoenix Suns. Despite the sports talk, (eghh,) I realized that I really liked Hal... and I was glad that Michael had offered me this chance to come and get to know him.
We continued to talk for a little while in the lobby of Hal's hotel, and then he stood up and said, "Well, it's been a great day, but I think I'd like to make my getaway at this point. Michael?" He nodded at Michael, who was standing up too, and suddenly Hal was giving him a manly bear-hug goodbye. I extended my hand for a handshake and he kissed it.
"I'll give you a call sometime, Mister Carver," I told him.
"Sounds great. Just so long as you don't expect me to pick up the phone in the middle of a pro game," he quipped, and then he was gone.
As we walked back out into the night, I took the opportunity to express my thanks out loud to Michael for inviting me up.
"You're welcome," he said after a moment. "During the ceremonies there, I was a little worried that you were wishing you were down in Las Cruces with the others."
"Not sure if they'd have still been in Las Cruces," I pointed out absently. "Depends on what point in the ceremony - it did kind of stretch out." I sighed and shook my head. "But the point is no, I stand by my decision. The awards were kinda dull, mostly, but I would have sat through much worse in exchange for meeting Mister Carver."
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," he agreed, and we walked along in silence for a few minutes. "He told you like five times to call him Hal!"
"So what, I gotta stick by that even when he isn't here??" I asked.
"Seems like the thing to do."
I ignored that. "I do wonder how Alex is doing. Guess I'll hear all the latest tomorrow, when we get back to good ol' Roswell." Michael nodded.
We arrived at the parking lot then, the one that we'd parked at near the coffee shop... got in, paid the attendant, and headed off. The hotel was a pretty nice one, about five minutes past the city limits on I forty. I started to suspect that Michael had something up his sleeve when he insisted that I stay down in the lobby 'for a few minutes' after we'd checked in, while he went up to the room. On the other hand, I was intrigued, so I let him play out his gambit.
Once he came down for me and led me into the room, I was blown away. The light fixtures were dimmed and to that soft light were added candles, not a huge number of them, but set up all around the room. Arranged on the dresser, well clear of the candle flames but lit by them, was a huge arrangement of pink tulips -- my favorite. Some not-immediately-identifiable romantic rock music was playing softly on the stereo. The room itself was beautiful... the bed wasn't actually a four-poster canopy but seemed somehow reminiscent of that style, and the sheets somehow seemed to scream their luxuriousness. Beds, actually, I should say - there were two of them, identical and each queen-sized. And at the wide window, all the drapes were pinned up to each side except for the sheerest possible curtain, through which the bright lights of the city winked.
I turned and stared at Michael. "No pressure," he said as he closed the door.
"Oh, yeah right," I scoffed. "Do you even believe that??"
"Maybe forty-five percent," he admitted with that grin of his.
I went over and sat on the dark blue couch, idly playing my fingers around the flame of the candle on the end table. Not getting too close to the fire, of course, I'm not stupid, but letting the warmth slide around the surface of my hands. I didn't trust myself enough to sit on the bed, not yet. "I -- I want to. To, you know... make love to you." I couldn't believe I had just gotten that phrase out without exploding on the spot. "I'm just not quite convinced yet that I *should* want to."
"I'm not trying to pressure you, really I'm not," Michael said softly, sitting beside me and taking my left hand in both of his. "I knew that you'd enjoy all of this for the sake of it, regardless of what we did or how far you wanted to go. But..." He turned to look at me, and the shadows played off his hair and the curves of his face, glinting on his dark eyes. "I love you, Maria. I love you more than I can come up with words for it. I've never... brought up this subject before, and not just because I could tell that you didn't think you were ready. *I* wasn't ready, not to let someone in to the core of myself, and I didn't want to be..." He shook his head, trying to get the thoughts to come out in some kind of sensible form.
"I tend to put up walls and keep people out, but for a long time I've known I wouldn't be able to have sex and still keep that wall up. Maybe no... no Czechoslovakian can, because we connect to people in ways that humans don't. Maybe the ability to have sex with someone and have it be just a casual thing is a human specialty." He was musing at this point, philosophical, distracted from the question of him and me, I knew. He wasn't trying to say that he thought I was the casual sex type.
"I... I don't even know what it will be like to, to share THIS with you," he finished after a moment. "Maybe there's no way that either of us can know. But I'm sure that I want to find out -- if you are."
I smiled at that, and suddenly realized that tears were flowing down my cheeks. "Let's take it one step at a time and see where things go from there," I whispered to him. I knew that I had made my decision and exactly what it was, and I knew that Michael knew it too. But this way of putting it seemed more romantic than 'okay, let's fuck.'
He leaned over and kissed me, and some kind of fire started to immediately spread through my body. Now, needless to say, I've kissed Michael before MANY, *MANY* times. But there was never anything like this! Every part of my body was starting to rev up, to run faster and better. As that kiss started to get longer and more passionate, it was like I could feel things happening inside me step by step. The nerves were first... a jolt of energy running along the major conductors and flowing down every little fiber and synapse, without pain, without disturbing anything, and yet heightening every sensation. Then the blood began to flow more quickly and surely through every artery and vein, sending vitality and energy through my whole system. Muscles hummed with readiness, and every sense, every single hair on my skin seemed more fully alert than I'd ever been before.
Our lips separated, both of us out of breath and panting. "Did... did you feel that?" I muttered, running my hands against Michael's arms through his clothes. It sure seemed like he felt *something*..
"Like my entire body went into hyper-drive without leaving the room??" I nodded. "Yeah, right there with ya."
"Good," I panted, somehow getting MORE out of breath from the *not* kissing. "Just wanted to check." And then my hands were at his collar, undoing the buttons of his shirt faster than I had known that I could. Rubbing my hands across his chest seemed to... I don't know, stabilize me? Helped me to breathe easier.
Michael gasped, and I tried to look at what he was surprised about without interrupting what I was doing. At the moment, he seemed to be moving one hand up and down the vicinity of my forearm without touching it, about two or three inches away from my skin. And... in between, I could make out a soft pink glow.
"Oh my god," I breathed. I recognized the phenomenon instantly from something that had been described to me, It wasn't exactly the same, but it certainly seemed closer to something that Liz had described to me than, well, than anything else I had ever heard of, by a long shot. The night that she and Max had ended up finding the orb, after some kind of strange sensual connection had briefly entwined them.
Thoughts started racing through my mind, which despite the lust I was feeling seemed stronger and clearer than ever before. Was this an alien thing... the results of their mating cycle or some such thing? But Max and Liz hadn't actually... mated that night, hadn't gone all the way. Then again, no-one had ever explained how their passion had led them to the orb - maybe Nasedo had known some way of tapping into Max's mating urge to deliver that piece of information, and had been able t terminate the cycle once its purpose was done. Hey, this was starting to actually make sense.
On the other hand, I didn't really want to think about it any more. As clear as my thoughts were, my priorities and values were distorted, and I could tell that they were, but I didn't really care. I bent down and licked at Michael's nipple, feeling the ecstasy inside myself ramp up further with that simple contact, and I knew somehow that it was having an even greater effect on him. I could feel what he was feeling, and he could feel what I was experiencing, and it was starting to form a cycle that was feeding into itself. As the craving grew, I guessed, so would the rapport between us, until we'd surely be lost.
I couldn't wait.
Michael pushed back and took the lead, kissing down my neck to my collarbone, and rubbing his hands against my upper arms. Suddenly he gasped, in surprise and wonder. "What is it?" I asked.
"Umm... flash." He nibbled teasingly at the underside of my chin, a pleasant enough physical sensation, but I was a little bit disappointed inside. I'd still never gotten a flash directly myself, and though Michael had always said that was because of him, because he was still too guarded to let me in... well, what if it was a lack in me? Because I was just an ordinary human girl, no matter how much I loved Michael and he loved me? Liz had been healed by Max, been *changed* by him, supposedly, so that explained why she got flashes, perhaps.
"What did you see?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I... I saw..." Michael extricated himself and moved his face up to parallel mine, looking deep into my eyes. "I saw... you, Maria. In some light pink dress, your hair as bright and beautiful as the summer morning sun." He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. "I... I'm not sure where you were, but somehow I don't think it was anywhere on earth. And I was there with you. I can tell."
"Aww." I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it sounded sweet. We french-kissed again for several minutes, and then Michael was unzipping my dress at the back, pushing it off my sleeves. The material thus kinda gathered up around my midsection as I lay on the couch. He rubbed his hands over the exposed parts of my torso, and I groaned with the delight of it.
"...If I reach for you, will you take my hand, are you willing??" The music, playing on the stereo, caught my attention only dimly through everything else that was happening, and yet at the same time it seemed to be a perfect reflection of everything I felt at that moment.
I moved my face up and started to kiss Michael's neck, and he seemed to hum with barely suppressed energy. His hands started to reach around me and fumble with the straps they found there. I grinned to myself and popped the snap in the middle of my cleavage, as easy as pie, pulling the cups away to either side.
"You turn more than the music on. Will you be there by my side at the dawn??"
Michael moaned softly, and I had to pull back so that I could take a look at his face. He looked like... well, 'kid in the candy store' is cliche, right?? Well, in that second, Michael looked like a seven-year old boy who had just caught his first glimpse of the infinitely elusive, one-of-a-kind, legendary gummie Venus de Milo... now that I've finished that analogy, I'm not sure I'm wild about the part I play in it myself, but you get the idea, right?? Or, for that matter, (and this kinda sounds weirder, but I'm not about to censor myself *now*,) like he just discovered that Santa Claus was real and had left him the best present EVER under the tree.
"Then I say 'All right, I give in.' I will dance with you, just this one time..."
I giggled softly. "Well, what are you waiting for? At this stage, they're not sitting there to be stared at." And darned if Spaceboy didn't dive right in, mouth first. He seemed to know what he was doing, which wasn't something I really wanted to think about... but then again, considering how weird this all was, it didn't mean that he'd done it before with some other girl.
"And all night, we will turn and spin; then stand eye to eye at the sunrise."
Everything was starting to develop faster and faster by now. The blood rushing through my system was having a huge effect on me - on US, because I could the effect it was having on Michael as easily as I could feel the effect it was having on me, by now. "Maybe we should move over to the bed, honey??" I asked.
"And I'll offer love - and it all begins when I say 'All right...'"
"Yeah, I couldf go fer thlat," he mumbled around my nipples, which made for quite an unusual and interesting sense of stimulation, actually.
"...I give in..."
He disengaged temporarily and I stepped up and let the dress fall to me feet, stepping out of it and kicking off the shoes. Michael took the hint and started stripping off what was left of his jacket and his pants. By the time we lay down next to each other on the bed, the only clothes that were still being worn were my silk panties and his black boxer shorts. There was, I think, an unspoken understanding that taking these off each other might be more fun. I stood there staring at Michael for a moment - I had never seen this much of him before, uncovered by clothing, and it was quite a sight. Smooth skin shone with the glow of health in candlelight and revealed the muscular, athletic physique underneath. His eyes were staring at me with exactly the same lust and admiration that I was feeling for him... and *fuck* but it feels good to be appreciated!!
I hope I'm not insulting Michael to say that, in the state of body and mind I was in, sitting down on whatever sheets those were on the bed was about as much of a sensual shock as him sucking on my tits. I don't know what they were made of, (though frankly I'm a little interested in trying to find out,) but they felt softer than anything I'd ever even dreamed of... and that's, I think, even after allowing for the fact that all of my senses were heightened.
Michael pounced onto me like a cougar, focusing on the generally lower-to-middle part of my body, partly because it was now much less covered than it had been a minute ago. He licked at my stomach while rubbing my inner thighs and teasing them with his fingertips, and then switched. I ran my hands over every part of his body I could, which was changing from moment to moment... I wanted to bring my own lips and tongue into the action but couldn't bear the notion of possibly depriving both of us of the fun that his activities were providing already.
A sense of moistness had been developing deep in my crotch throughout most of the action, and I started to become aware of a building case of fluid overload, which carried with it a burning impatience to get to the main event. I reached out and somehow managed to rip Michael's boxers off in one single snatch. "Come on, do it Michael," I groaned. "Make love to me, stick it in, screw me but good."
He smirked and started pulling my underwear down my legs, so slowly, teasing me. I wasn't quite in a mood to be teased, though, and I kinda kicked him a little, and he picked up the pace. Now it was my turn to play the predator, I flipped him over onto his back, grabbed his stiff, pulsing dick in one hand, and started to rub the edge of my pussy against it. feeling the lubrication flow even faster from inside my depths, as he started to buck his hips in anticipation. "Wait a second," he groaned.
"What is it??"
"Protection." Oh, right. The temptation to just dive into him, (or whatever the reverse of that is,) was great, but I tossed myself onto the pillows, biding the time and tweaking some of the most sensitive parts of my own anatomy while Michael scrambled over to where he'd left his pants, retrieved the necessary item, and put it on. I was breathless with anticipation by then.
He crawled up onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs, and was about to maneuver himself into position when I rolled him over so I could get back on top. (Seemed more fun that way, for some reason.) He was still as erect as ever and I was hot and ready, and I eased my body onto his member and began to shift up and down.
I'd always expected my first time to hurt. Everyone said it did, unless your hymen had already been broken from some non-sex activity, and I didn't think mine had. But there was no discomfort I can remember, maybe because we were so connected, lost in the rhythms of an otherworldly mating urge, or whatever. It was right, and my body had been preparing for this for many long minutes, answering to a power that was beyond anything humanity knew.
It was... transcendent. I'm not sure how long we coupled, moving with the intensity of that primal beat. Probably only around ten minutes, though it seemed like much more, and also like barely seconds. I was resting my hands next to the sides of his abdomen, teasing and tickling them intermittently. He was massaging and tweaking my breasts nonstop, all through it. I kept moving my channel up and down his cock, each moment of slick movement and friction and indescribably pleasure.
I could feel both of our systems building towards the culminating moment... his dick preparing to erupt, my insides making ready to boil and spasm. But I didn't expect that orgasm, when it hit, would be an out of body experience. And it was - literally.
My soul shot out of its flesh and blood shell and enveloped itself in Michael's, then surrounding it, our two essences reaching heights of bliss and ecstasy that a physical body could never hope to attain. We began to... well, if you ask Michael he might describe it differently, but throughout the entire experience I felt that he was a part of me, and I of him, so I'll keep using the plural pronouns for what I remember of it. We experienced the pleasure of the entire city, of possibly several of the southwest states. I sang to him in the stratosphere and we played tag among the northern lights, then raced each other to Mars and back. Finally, his essence embraced me again and we... we sank into this peaceful harmony that connected every world in the galaxy, every sun in the universe, every speck of dust and asteroid and quasar. (For some reason, even universal harmony seemed to steer clear of the black holes, though, but that part might have been just my imagination.)
When I returned to my senses, I was snugly wrapped up in some of the most comfy blankets I'd ever felt... still completely naked underneath, of course. My eyes weren't blurry -- I looked around the room, seeing perfectly clearly in the darkness. The lights had been turned off all the way, the candles put out, and the curtains pulled shut. I saw Michael standing near the miniature fridge, wearing a black terry-cloth bathrobe, power-chugging a bottle of something that looked suspiciously like Snapple.
And damned if the first words out of my mouth weren't "Wanna do it again??"
TO BE CONTINUED...
