Epiphanies Ch 05

EPIPHANIES

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Chapter 5

(Yet another POV change up--Megan)

I was vaguely aware of the blue and red lights flashing behind us and that we were pulling over. Dave lowered the barrier thingie and said "everyone just sit tight and..." he waved his hand in front of his face. Wisps of our ganja smoke swirled out the passenger side window. "for goodness sake, don't crack a window."

He put the barrier back up. We all sat very very still.

"Tired babe?" Tom asked.

"Mmm-hmm" I snuggled deeper into his lap. He hugged me tighter. I loved those big arms around me. All I had on was my prom dress ridden half way up my ass. The big galoot had easy access to my pussy but all he did was hold me. Did I mention I love him?

"I've been thinking," he murmured into my hair.

"Yes?" Just a little bit of worry.

"That thing you want to do? That thing we both want very much to do together? Tonight?"

"Yes Tom?" Oh shit. What?

"What I think we should do is go right to bed and sleep together. When we wake up in the morning we'll be rested and we'll do what comes natural."

"That sounds... nice." It sounded right. I looked up at him and grabbed a fistful of his hair to pull him down for a kiss. A long sweet kiss. "We'll do that."

Tom doesn't come across as the smartest guy but he is and expert on us. Did I mention I love him?

I guess our kiss reassured the others because they went back to heavy petting but now without the pass around joint.

Tom and I just cuddled. The cop lights dimmed for a few minutes, then the trunk slammed and the lights came back. I didn't know what was going on but the lights went out and we were moving again.

I must have dozed off because next thing I hear was Tom say "get the door Cal."

I was lifted up and carried on a scrunchy gravel path and up some rickety wood stairs. Creaking doors. Then more stairs. Now a sagging mattress and nubby bedspread.

Tom was pulling off my dress. I let him manhandle me like a child. Then he walked away and I heard a squeaky faucet. He came back and started washing my feet. I got rolled to one side, then the other, and suddenly I was beneath the covers.

I felt so safe, so warm and so cared for by my Tom that I closed my eyes and let myself sink in sleep.

And just like that it was morning.

I woke up with a sunbeam on my face. The dust motes dancing in the light looked like a Star Trek transporter beam. Yes my friends, your sexy head cheerleader and aspiring nymphomaniac is a geek.

A geek who needed to pee.

Which was a problem since I was trapped under Tom's massive arm. I tried to gently move it but he reacted by pulling me in closer and holding me tighter. A wonderful thing unless you had to pee.

This was the first time we had actually slept in a bed together and this might be an issue going forward. Unless...

I tickled Tom's ear. He huffed like a sleeping bear. I persisted. Eventually my sweet captor's arm let me go to swat the annoying bug. I rolled off the bed in the tiny space between it and the wall.

Extracting myself naked from that tiny space was not the least ladylike. I ended up tumbling over the corner and lying on the rag carpet with my feet in the air. Such athleticism. Such flare. I was lucky not to break my neck.

Pee. Where? I stood. It was a tiny room with well worn furnishings. I had two doors to sus out. Both were those old fashioned wood doors made of thin panels in a thicker frame. They each had what looked like a zillion coats of paint. Some dark shade of green. I went to the first door and pulled the antique doorknob. Closet.

I turned to the other door and had a geeky frisson moment. I giggled. Should I check it for traps? Fuck it.

This door squeaked open with some reluctance, scraping along the old carpet. Narrow hallway with wainscoting. Quest goal to my left at the end. I scooted down the hall and entered the tiny bathroom. It had barely room to stand between the sink and the commode. Another reluctant door. This one didn't want to seat in the frame so I gave up and just did my tinkle. I wiped myself and stood.

Mirror time.

From all the erotica I read, this was where I'm supposed to take stock of my lovely features for the readers and perhaps cup my breasts like there was a camera behind the mirror--

Oh my gawd, my hair!

This wasn't sexy bed head. This was being dropped into a mare's nest by a rude tornado head. I dragged my fingers through, getting the worst tangles and restoring some semblance of symmetry to it. Best I could do.

Okay, one last check in the mirror over the drippy sink with it's stopper on a beaded chain. When the rental place had said "rustic" the weren't kidding. Jeez.

But I digress. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. Naked except for my "sexy slave girl" accessories, it was a look I resolved to live as much as possible. Starting right now.

I pinched my nipple and gave the mirror a coquettish look, almost wishing there was a hidden camera. I did check later and sadly it was just a white space with a rusty slot for oldtimey razor blades.

But I digress.

I sniffed my pits. Woof. Shower? Nah. I looked around for a washcloth and found a tired looking one on a little wrought iron shelf thingie. A little quick face, pit and crotch scrubbing and I felt much better. It would have to do.

I read somewhere this was called a whore bath. I liked the thought of that.

No more digressing. It was time.

I strode down the hall to our room, pushed open the door wide till it stuck on some warp in the floor, and stood at the foot of our bed.

Our bed.

Tom had rolled over on his back.

How convenient,

I thought.

I pulled the covers loose from the foot of the bed and crawled under. Halfway in I had climbed Tom's leg high enough to get to the prize.

This was the first time we had been completely naked together, the first time I ever had full access to Tom's cock. Usually the most practical thing was to go straight for the head but now I could approach from the side and love his shaft in its entirety. I started exploring with my tongue. I mean really explored; memorizing shapes, textures and firmness; identifying parts by touch I've only seen in an anatomy book; because, you know, this cock was mine now.

I stopped and pulled a hair off my tongue. Love him but we are going to talk about manscaping.

The magic obelisk started to respond, stiffen with little jerks almost like it was ratcheting up for action. It was fascinating to watch and feel.

Tom's big hand caressed the back of my head. "Good morning to you too Love."

I engulfed him and loved him with my tongue until the erection was complete.

You can tell a lot about a man by how he reacts when you go straight from sucking his cock to kissing his lips. They always react and then re-react. Tom, the first time, had pulled back and looked me in my eyes before really leaning into kissing me back. Did I mention I love him?

This time I surged up through the blankets and planted my lips on his with force that shocked even me. Fuck I wanted him.

We kissed with, as they say, great ardor, clumsy wet tongue tangled ardor.

"Are you ready besty?" I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my cleft, searching...

"Oh yesss" this as I found the spot and guided his head into me.

So this is where I tell you how we thrust together slowly and then quickly and finally frantically as the sensations built up and up and up until we both explode together.

Not.

I've read a hundred stories with that magic lie setting lovers up for disappointment. Inquisitive slut that I am I've also read up the clinical reality. My id and my superego were in dynamic tension as it played out.

Certainly his cock with its gorgeous and gigantic mushroom head pushing up between my tight walls defied all romantic metaphor as to the feel of it.

Certainly my Tom was a young and healthy male who was experiencing the joy of vaginal sex for the first time. So... expectations adjusted accordingly.

As I bottomed out I looked at him with half lidded eyes and he looked back the same, our breaths playing across each others faces, I caught that tinge or worry in his lovely blue peepers and I said "it's good Love, go with it, don't hold back."

And he didn't.

I felt the warm splash of his seed up against my womb and I liked it.

I saw the worry in his eyes so I wiggled my butt and squeezed to hold him. "It's all good babe, all good."

And it was. This girl is no fool. And neither was my Mom. She knew the inevitable when she saw how I was looking at Tom. It was all taken care of. Thank you Mom.

But I digress.

So I expected Tom to slowly get soft inside me until falling out, thinking that might be a nice feeling itself but he didn't.

He wasn't as adamantine as when we started but it was enough. I began to slowly explore the cause and effect of my motions; up and down, side to side, circling and clenching; on his cock. From the grunting and the little bucks of his hips it was all good.

Not quite unexpectedly it was good for me too. I felt the shadow of a warming of a buzz as we moved together. I gave his lips a departing kiss and reared up to the classic cowgirl. I felt the covers slide down my back and the warmth of a sunbeam there. And...

Oooh la, his cock was now rubbing the top of my cunt in just that right place. I beamed down at him and began to rub my clit. My feet went over his hairy knees and I leaned back a little to make that wonderful rubbing on my G-spot harder.

Tom lifted me up with his hips and dropped, leaving me to drop and refill myself with him. He did it again and again and again. I frantically twirled away at my clit. This was going to be a big one. I could feel it build past the point I had gone over the top before and higher still. "I want to come. Make me come!"

Tom's big thumbs were suddenly there, but he couldn't manage to rub me and fuck me hard at the same time so I took control and pushed the pair of them against me and held them steady against our relative motion. That did it.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna gonna come!"

"Argh"

And I did. A big belly clenching cock squeezing cunt gushing thing that put all prior comings to shame. No disrespect intended prior O's but it is what it is.

Before it had faded I found myself being bounced like a rag doll on Tom's hips as he rammed up into me. I held on for dear life until he made finally arched his back and came up inside me a second time.

I sat on the bridge of him for a long count and then fell against his chest when he collapsed.

I showered his faces with kisses as the clapping began.