He stretches himself out, the sheets rustling as he flexes his muscles and lets out a long yawn. Nick smiles at the smooth, warm form resting at his side. Glancing over, he sees her red hair spilling across her face and pillow, her creamy white skin exposed to the air. She moans and moves closer to him, one arm draped across his chest while one leg slides up along his own. Nick runs one hand along her tone back and along her shapely bottom, bringing forth a slight giggle.
"Nick...it tickles." One of her dark eyes peaks out from under her red tresses and Nick stirs at it. He turns towards her, pushing back her hair to look at her sweet face with its rosy lips, and kisses her fiercely. Her body pushes up against him, her full breasts sliding against his muscled chest, her stiff nipples against his sparse black chest hair. One of his hands finds the gentle curve of her bottom and moves in between her thighs to find her moist lips. Her own gentle hands move down his chest to find his stiff member, running her fingers along his thick length, all the way up to his tip and the metal ring piercing it. She works him with a profound expertise, bringing a healthy growl to Nick's throat.
"Uh, Carly, your hands are magic." She pulls back as well, moaning with her forehead in his chest. "Nick...your fingers...more." She lets out the briefest of gasps as Nick pushes three fingers deep into her wet pussy.
They work each other with their hands with well-versed expertise, playing each other's bodies like instruments. Eventually, Carly twists about finding his engorged cock with her mouth. Nick grunts in satisfaction, as he is ever amazed at her ability to take him deep into her mouth. He looks down his hardened form to see his big, thick organ disappear down her throat. He looks back up and finds her spread before him. He peeks the little strip of red hair that always makes him smile and her little ring piercing her erect clit. He finds her wetness with his tongue, delving into her as he begins to work her with the same urgency that she attends him.
After some time, Carly whips her head back and groans, "Nick...come on! I have class... Stop teeeaaaasing me." Her hands wrap around his cock, each barely able to wrap around his girth as they work up and down his length with room to spare. With a dancer's grace and flexibility, she twists about, swinging her legs around to easily straddle Nick's legs with his member resting against her pubis.
Nick smiles at the red-haired beauty in front of him, always amazed how fresh and sensual she was, morning to evening. She smiles down at him and winks. Her face makes a slight pout. "Don't you want to give me this big cock, Nick?" He growls and grasps her tight waist pulling her forward, his cock sliding between her lips until its ringed head rests at her entrance.
Carly's eyes widen, then scowl as he keeps her poised, just on the edge. She smiles, then twists and forces herself down, her eyes rolling back in her head as she impales herself upon him. In moments she is riding him as his hands run along her body, her perky full breasts and her nipples. At one point, as her breathing increases and her cheeks grow flush, Nick grabs her and twists her, moving on top as he begins to thrust into her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their breathing becomes stronger and their groans increase in tempo until they both reach their peak. Nick grunts as his cock becomes iron hard and erupts deep within her tight pussy which contracts in her own climax. Eventually he pulls back, his wet cock pulling from her now very wet sex and they lay on the rumpled bed together.
Eventually Carly sits up on one elbow and looks at Nick, a sheen of light sweat covering her naked, curved body. She shakes her head when she sees the gleam in Nick's eye. "You are so bad. I have to get to class!" He reaches for her sides, but she yelps and leaps from the bed, her rounded, perfect little bottom causing Nick to pause and enjoy her little dance into the bathroom.
Nick lays back and listens to the shower, Carly's voice carrying through the door as she gets ready for her early morning college class. The bedroom is decidedly hers, girly and smelling of perfumes, incense, and of her, his fianc‚e. He tries to imagine when the semester is done, she will have graduated and they would finally be free to move out to the west coast and start their new life together.
His reverie is interrupted as Carly comes out of the bathroom wearing a red lacy bra and a pair of red-laced boy shorts that hugged her exquisite ass to perfection.
"So I have classes until 2, then study session with Carol and Martin," she pauses, her summer dress having just been pulled down across her body, just barely blue enough to keep those red underthings from showing through. She gives Nick a quick faux dirty look, "Come on, don't roll your eyes. Martin is a nice guy."
Nick chuckles, "A nice guy who wants to get into your panties."
She smiles and tosses her skirt just enough to flash a hint of her red shorts, "These? But really, then I'm having dinner with Samantha and then I've got work tonight."
Nick smiles, "You know Violet and Peter have been asking us to hang out with them before we leave."
Carly winks at Nick and grabs her backpack and slides to the bedroom door.
"See you at the club tonight!" Nick shouts. Carly gives him a hard look. "Shhhh! You'll wake her!" She blows him a kiss and leaves.
Nick takes a moment to relax, then pulls himself out of bed and goes through his morning routine, which consists of about 20 minutes of yoga, then another 20 minutes each of sit-ups and pull-ups on his doorframe gym. He starts the shower and washes his face. Just a hair over six feet with dark brown hair shaved close to his skull and a slight stubble that Carly initially disliked but now insists he keep. "I like how it tickles my thighs!" she likes to say. Nick is lean but muscular, more so than he was a year ago thanks in part to the yoga . His pectoral muscles and abdominals are pronounced and tight with a dusting of dark hair on his chest and stomach. Nick never really thought much about his appearance growing up. It wasn't a priority. If anything, he always tried to keep a low profile. His first real girlfriend, Kira, used to give him a hard time, but she was so exotic and pretty herself, he sort of got lost in her attitude and appearance. But if anything these past two years has taught him, it was that girls seemed to like what they saw, and in this Nick had gained confidence. Carly often made fun of him that it had grown past confidence into overconfidence.
Finally he jumps in the shower, beginning to clean himself and thinking about the coming day...he never hears the door open. So he is pleasantly surprised when the shower curtain pulls aside, revealing the eighteen-year-old blonde teen in a purple t-shirt with a black-winged fairy on the front. Pushing the pink and purple streaked hair behind her ear, Cassie's mischievous blue eyes shamelessly look Nick's wet form up and down before she licks her lips and says, "Good morning, Nick."
Nick smiles and continues to soap himself, taking care to run his hand down his half-erect penis, much to his visitor's enjoyment. "Cassie, can I help you with something?"
Cassie smirks and turns around to look into the mirror, bending over slightly as she talks, knowingly revealing her tight ass that slides out from under her t-shirt. Her bare young lips peeking through.
