A Crisis of Conviction
It had worked to Mick's advantage that Kimberly was participating in a study group on Tuesday evening as he desperately wanted to wash the blanket from his bed, in addition to doing a separate load consisting of his crusty shirt and towels. On Wednesday as expected, Kimberly had come to Mick's abode seeking a respite from her own frigid door room, and to study. Having requested to sit at his desk so she could comfortably use her laptop, Mick settled in on the couch and went about completing his required reading for the evening. The pair worked well into the night as the intensity of both their coursework had picked up a little since the abbreviated semester had surpassed its halfway point with the beginning of the week. When Mick was finished, he put everything into his backpack, laid his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
"If you're tired I can go," Kimberly told him. "Only my eyes," remarked Mick, "I've been reading my textbook pretty much all day."
Even though she had not accomplished everything that she had hoped to, Kimberly could not resist the urge to go be with him. "I've had enough too," she admitted before asking, "May I join you?" Mick turned his head in her direction and opened his eyes. He smiled at Kimberly and patted the seat cushion adjacent to where he was sitting. "Of course you can," he said invitingly.
Kimberly put her computer into sleep mode and closed the display before placing the device in her bag. She got up from the desk and took the two and a half steps over to the couch but once there, she passed on Mick's invitation to take the seat next to him, opting instead to settle on his lap facing him. "Oh, uh... okay," Mick sputtered, caught off guard by Kimberly's chutzpa.
"I can get up," she offered, but he immediately grabbed Kimberly by the waist to hold her in place. "I thought you might reconsider," she stated confidently, however with a playful undertone.
Mick eyes narrowed in response to her cheekiness, then sunk his fingertips into Kimberly's sides and began tickling her. "NO!" she screeched as she grabbed Mick by the wrists and attempted to pull his hands away from her. "Stop... STOP!" Kimberly demanded as she writhed about wildly.
"Are you going to play nice?" Mick asked as he ceased his torment of her.
Slightly out of breath, Kimberly smiled and nodded her head, then leaned in and whispered, "I promise to behave if that's what you really want." Before he had even a second to voice his opinion on the matter, Kimberly promptly started to nibble on the lobe of his ear knowing it was unlikely that he would choose for her to behave.
Kimberly's worked her lips down the side of Mick's neck before finding her way to his mouth. As her tongue began to swirl around his own, she began to gyrate upon his loins. First, Kimberly worked over his crotch in a clockwise direction, then reversed course making a pass on Mick's cock going counterclockwise. Round and round went Kimberly, grinding on him, with her hips revolving in one direction then switching back in other. Her efforts were having the desired effect as she could feel through his pants that Mick was beginning to stiffen.
Mick wrapped his right arm around the small of Kimberly's back and slid his left palm up under her ass. He rose from the couch to his feet, scooping Kimberly up with him in process. Startled by Mick's sudden, unexpected move up off of the sofa, she instinctively threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips to prevent herself from falling as Mick stepped over to his bed. Gingerly, he deposited Kimberly down onto his bunk before laying down beside her.
"Something wrong with the couch?" inquired Kimberly.
"I wanted to stretch out," Mick told her, "This is just more comfortable."
Truth be told, Mick had absolutely no interest in spending the next few hours on the love seat being dry humped by Kimberly as before. On the bed at least, Mick figured he stood a better chance of getting his hands down her pants, and vice versa.
In no time at all the pair was thrashing each other's tongue with their own. As soon as Mick began to rummage underneath Kimberly's top she immediately removed it along with her bra, needing no further prompting. Before he could fully slip out of his own shirt, Kimberly grabbed hold of it and assisted him with removing it completely. She brought her bare self up against Mick's half nude frame and the two returned to making out. They jostled against one another and at times became intertwined while they kissed voraciously. As they did, Kimberly could feel Mick's excitement begin to emanate from inside his blue jeans again and with every chance she got, Kimberly bumped and brushed her prepuce up against Mick's now familiar protrusion. In return, he grabbed Kimberly by her ass and pulled her in tighter, then began to rub his hard-on up against her.
Kimberly was wearing a pair of spandex leggings and Mick had some difficulty introducing his hand to the inside of the skintight garment. Even though the edict about her pants staying on had been previously made clear to him, Mick figured he would take the risk and see if it could bend the precept a bit. He worked his fingers underneath the waistband of her silky undies and down along the curvature of Kimberly's hip, hooked his thumb over the top of her bottoms and pushed both garments down exposing Kimberly's one cheek. Mick's palm commenced to roam all over her denuded tush, rubbing and squeezing Kimberly's haunch as they kissed and pressed longingly against each other. His hand meandered to the front of her bare hip and Mick gently pushed Kimberly over onto the flat of her back while continuing his kissing of her.
With Kimberly's pants still up over her other hip, Mick again struggled to insert his hand beneath her garments en route to her clitoris. Her leggings were so tight that it became rather uncomfortable for her as Mick attempted to shoehorn his way in. "You know the rule," she reminded herself as Mick labored, "You made it." It only took a few more seconds before Kimberly had enough and ordered Mick to, "Hang on."
Kimberly brought her knees up and placed the bottoms of her feet down upon the bed, lifted herself up and pushed her tights down passed her ass. She then sat up as if performing a crunch and shoved her pants down the rest of the way and off her legs completely. As Kimberly laid back down however, she made sure to fully return her underwear to their proper position.
Kimberly's curiosity and desire had overwhelmed her to the point that she had relented. She had voluntarily removed her pants, was willing to allow the exploration of her hallowed ground by Mick's hand, and the pleasuring of herself with his fingers. Nonetheless, her undies were to remain on. This was not just some trivial matter to Kimberly as she was not ready to totally abandon the canons that she had been indoctrinated with her entire life, nor wholly cast aside her own self-imposed edicts.
