(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback always welcome and appreciated. As with most of my stories, it is advised to read the previous chapters for context.)
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Tom took a shower and waited in the bathroom until he was sure Nicci had gone to sleep. He could not believe he had ejaculated in his pants while making out with her. He felt like he had violated her, and broke all the rules their parents set out for them.
There was a part of him that hoped it would happen again. Making out on the couch followed by his eruption, was the greatest feeling he had ever experienced in his life. Even as he swore he would never do anything like that again before they were married, he also imagined how her breasts would feel. This time without the shirt and bra in his way.
Tom was about to put his clothes back on but then he remembered they were a mess. He had even managed to get some on his shirt. He looked at his towel and considered his options. He thought that Nicci was surely in bed by now, and he only needed to make it a short distance to his dresser in the living room. So, he decided to brave it.
Tom wrapped the towel around his waist, turned the light off, and peeked out the door. All dark. There was just enough light to navigate the hall. He tiptoed toward the living room, before turning left into the little kitchenette. He took another immediate left and stepped into the small laundry room connected to the kitchen.
Tom dumped his soiled clothes into his laundry basket and was about to leave when he heard footsteps. He quickly closed the laundry room door just in time as her heard the padding of bare feet on the tile floor enter the kitchen. He stood there and nearly held his breath, listening for what Nicci was doing. Tom heard the refrigerator door open, and then nothing.
He couldn't wait any longer. Tom cracked the door open just enough to peek out. The deep shadows kept him hidden well. Conversely, the fridge light illuminated Nicci in all of her glory. The pale light shone off her bare legs, and her shirt glowed with reflected light. Tom could feel himself growing again.
Nicci sighed and said, "Well, me staring isn't going to give us anything more than water to drink." She closed the door extinguishing most of the light in the room and leaving Tom's vision struggling to quickly adjust to the change.
He heard a cabinet door open, a plastic cup subtly scrape off the shelf, and then just as his eyes were finally starting to adjust, he was blinded by the light of the freezer opening. Nicci grabbed a handful of ice and plunked it into her cup. She closed the door blinding Tom again. Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness this time though, Nicci turned on the light right above the stove.
She turned the faucet on and filled her cup. Tom stood and awed at her beauty. Not only was her body exquisite, but her hair, forehead, eyes, nose , and lips took his breath away. He wondered how many times he had seen those features and not really seen her before. He, on some spiritual level knew that she was the only one he ever wanted to be with.
He knew that those lips were the only ones he ever wanted to kiss again. Those eyes he wanted to fall asleep staring into for the rest of his life. Those rock hard nipples poking through her shirt... That stopped his poetic ramblings dead in there tracks. Some part of his mind remembered hearing something about the cold making nipples hard. That was all he could focus on now.
Nicci stood there and drank her water slowly for a couple minutes, staring off into the distance. Then her hand absently began to rub her stomach. The motion caused her panties to play peekaboo beneath her shirt. Her hand slowly moved up her torso until her fingers brushed over her peaks. The sensation took her breath away and brought her back into the present moment.
Tom gasped from his hiding place as well, but thankfully she didn't hear him over her own. Apparently she also missed the sound of his towel hitting the floor. He couldn't remember if he purposely dropped it, or if his sudden intake of breath caused it to fall. All he knew was that he didn't have the heart to pick it up. He did find something in his hand, but it wasn't his towel.
Nicci glanced back down the hall towards the bathroom with a curious eye. Keeping her gaze down that way, she did something that Tom would have never expected. She pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Tom licked his lips as if he were preparing to suck those glorious nipples. His hand pumped away with a mind of its own.
Nicci dropped her shirt to the floor and reached her right hand into the crotch of her panties. She closed her eyes, letting her head drop back, and moaned in pleasure. Tom had to bite his lip to stifle his own response. Nicci's left hand then slid up her perfectly flat stomach before returning to its rightful place cupping her breast.
She gently groped and fondled her breast as the middle finger on her other hand toyed with her clit. When Nicci tugged on her nipple her labored breathing caught in her throat. This sight made Tom grip the door frame tight as he attempted to hold back another blast.
He knew he should stop, but his hand would not obey him. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't even blink. And then Nicci began to moan. Softly at first, but it gradually grew louder until she seemed to lose control.
Nicci grabbed her panties and ripped them off in one smooth motion. She leaned back against the counter top and propped her leg up on the sink in front of her. This gave Tom a perfect view of her spasming pussy as she began to cum. Tom couldn't hold it anymore and he began desperately searching for something to cum into and not make a mess.
