Desires In The Dark Pt 11

Heather drifted slowly on the bed, mellow to her very bones. Beside her and just as mellow if not more, Cam was saying something. She liked his voice. Had always liked his calm, laid back masculinity. Made her shivvery in the gut. Made her want to lie back beneath and open her legs wide, just welcome him into her warm and sexy little body and make babies with his manly voice and whip-thin muscled frame. She'd like to fuck him now, she thought.

She thought about it, lying there. She felt warm and sensual and ready. She wondered why they weren't already having sex. She'd like to. But she was wearing clothing. That seemed complicated. Her head flopped over facing Cam. He was wearing clothing too. She thought about removing it. Or maybe she should take off her clothes first? It seemed a lot of work.

"You know," she said, "people just shouldn't wear any clothes."

Cam wasn't talking. He was listening. She knew that he must understand. "You know?" she said. She raised her hand and looked at it. "It's not like clothing matters anyway." Her hand wasn't wearing clothing. Were gloves clothing? But you could fuck with gloves on. But who would want to? Her knuckles had really interesting shapes.

Cam's voice was so relaxing. She wondered what he was saying to her. She could feel the world revolving under her. She knew that she was lying still, but she was moving. The whole world was moving, turning around its axis as it flew through space. She held on tightly to the bed with both hands, thinking that maybe that third edible had been a mistake. She was certain that the fourth one had been, and the fifth as well. She contemplated numbers.

He put a glass of water in her hands. She knew that was important, so she raised herself up sitting and she drank, a little at a time. Her legs dangled off her bed, in their apartment. Together now, today, all done and moved in together.

"I liked our party," Heather said, leaning herself against her man, who'd sat beside her once again.

He held her and he kissed her gently on the forehead. She was all warm and comfortable, his manly smell was all around her. Her nipples were sensitive and needy, rubbing braless up inside her shirt. She turned her head and whispered that she'd like to fuck.

"You know I'd like to also," Cam replied, "but not until you're a lot less high than you are right now."

"Aww, Cam," she whined, "but sex is good for us. It's full of vitamins and oxytocin." She was so relaxed and tingly all along where she and him were touching.

"Hey, that's progress, Heather." He was smiling with his voice. "You actually responded to something I said this time."

She frowned and contemplated that. "I think I had too many edibles."

"I think so too." His voice was gentle, and his arm was firm. She could live in arms like that forever. She was planning to.

But she needed to be fucked. She didn't want to wait. A plan came to her then. "Can you turn off the lights?"

"Do you think that will help?" He seemed reluctant, frowning.

"Remember my period? Let's try dark."

As he got up, something struck her. "Wait!" she moaned and grabbed at Cam, "Clothing!"

He sat back down, and she sagged bonelessly against him once again. Gratefully, she inhaled his wonderful sexy male smell. So good and calming. Warm. Her hand was on his thigh. His cock was near. She felt its tension through his pants.

"Heather," he said, a little testily. That wasn't fair. He wanted to fuck her too, she knew. She felt that he was hard for her. "Heather!"

She fell away, saying "You don't have to yell at me, I said." The bed was welcoming her lying down again.

"You're still not sober, Heather." His voice was gentle, firm again.

She knew she needed to sober up. Consenting, consensual, sensual, sexual. It was all connected. But she still needed help, and so she asked, "Why hasn't it gotten dark yet?"

"You wanted to save your clothing from getting ripped." She hoped he wasn't laughing at her. It sounded like he wanted to. But then, why shouldn't he? This was really silly. She had to laugh as well.

Heather focused on her t-shirt. She could take that off. She got her arms up. Her nice hard nipples snagged against the bottom hem as she pulled it off. She wanted her man to touch her though. She had a cunning plan.

"Cam, you gotta take my pants off." She snickered, because her plan was great. "Yeah, I'm too stoned to take my pants off. You gotta get me out of my pants." She smiled at him. "You want to anyway."

"Well, yeah," he said, and smiled that loving smile at her. Much more chastely than she wanted, he undid her jeans and slid them down off her narrow hips.

"Panties too!" she called out louder than she meant. She put her feet up on the bed and spread her legs to welcome him. He pushed them back together, slid panties down. She flopped her knees back open as her panties slid away. Now she was naked on the bed, all wet and wanting sex. She smiled at him.

"You ready now?" he asked, his voice a little strained.

"Dark me up so we can fuck!" she whined.

"OK, let's try it," he said, "But I want to hear you tell me just what's going on with you. I don't want to deal with a baked-out monster you. I'll turn the lights back on if you aren't sobered up."

Heather laid back gently on the bed as he got up and went to douse all of the lights. She was supposed to talk. "But what should I be saying?" she spoke aloud. She paused, frowning, then continued, "Yeah, that's OK. Or maybe I should sing a song? Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away, on my way to get a sunny day, sweeping the clouds away, on my way to get a... no, that's not right."

As she paused to think, the lights went out. Immediately, she started to feel seriously sick to her stomach and lurched up into a sitting position, on her way to try to make it to the bathroom, but found herself foiled from standing up by her shifting, splitting legs, writhing their way into tentacles. Her pounding head was stretching its way into its monster form as well, tangled teeth protruding from her swelling mouth, even as her nausea began to settle down. By the time she steadied and rose up off the bed on tentacles, she was already starting to feel better, head clearing but painful. And feeling sick to her stomach didn't seem to apply anymore, not now that she was probably lacking an actual stomach inside her monster body.

"Shit, Cam, that was unpleasant." She pressed her slimy hands across her aching eyes.

"You sound like you're sober?" He sounded dubious, overpoised by the light switch still.

"Yeah, yeah," she replied, "I'm just fucked up with after-effects instead. Shit, my head hurts."

"Do you want the lights back on?"

She thought about it, wondering whether her human form would take this better or worse than her monster body was. And in fact, as she thought about it, she realized that she was already starting to feel better. Still, she called out, "Yeah, let's get them on again."

Light leaked between her fingers, still cupping her eyes in her suddenly smaller, once more human form. Even that little bit of brightness felt uncomfortable right now, so Heather closed her eyes behind her hands. Her prior pleasant warmth seemed to have broken into a clammy, uncomfortable sweat. Her mouth felt dry and gummy, but her head was clear.

As she sat quietly, she heard Cam walking to the kitchenette and back, then felt cold plastic lightly pressed against her hand. "Gatorade?" he asked.

Gratefully, she opened it and drank. Her eyes were open now, light having turned back to something she could tolerate. And she was naked too, breasts hanging loose and vulnerable, legs all closed up in her evaporated mood. She looked over and saw Cam standing there, a little awkwardly. His pants were tented out, a little spot visibly darkened with precum near where the tip of his erection pressed.

"Thank you," she looked at him, "I appreciate it."

He shrugged a little awkwardly. "I figure electrolytes might help."

She looked at him skeptically. "You know that I mean more than that."

He shrugged again, looking even more awkward. "Yeah, well, consent and all."

Her smile went slanted and ironic, as she glanced at where his pants had now gone slack across his crotch. "And now that I'm fit to consent, the process kind of broke my mood. I'm sorry about that. You want a blow job, maybe?"

But she wasn't really feeling it, and she could see that he could tell, so it was no surprise when he declined, "Naw, not right now."

She patted the bed beside her. "Come lay back down beside me on the bed and snuggle up. Give us both a little bit to get back into things."

And indeed, a few minutes later, as she lay snuggled naked up against his side, kissing his shoulder through his shirt, she found her hand was wandering up beneath it, exposing his belly to her touch. He sighed appreciatively, and she expanded her explorations up and down. When she ran her hand across the front of his pants, she felt his hardened cock responding to her touch and heard him give a little groan. Delicately, she played with it through the fabric, realizing it had already escaped his boxers and was rubbing directly up against the fabric. She squeezed it gently through the pants, got a little grunt and squirm, continued to probe and stroke and squeeze, using the texture of his pants against him, feeling wet spots appear and grow, as her man slowly lost control beneath her touch.

"You ready for that blowjob now?" she asked, and at his desperate yes, she slid his zipper down, pulled his wet and sticky cock out through the hole, and bent to grasp its head firmly in between her lips. His hand was pawing helplessly at her naked back, unable to reach any of her own erogenous zones, and she liked how it showed he was in her power. Bobbing up and down, sucking and massaging with her tongue, two fingers and a thumb low on his cock to hold it firmly where she wanted it, she soon felt him tense, then start to buck, and jets of semen splashed out into her mouth. Intense and aroused, she swallowed it, then licked and sucked to pull decreasing dribbles out, holding him tightly as he thrashed in his increasing sensitivity. Finally, she relented, letting him push her away weakly. He gasped as he coped with the pleasure she'd delivered him.

Now she was wet and ready too, but she had more ambitions than just fucking him. Cam looked at her and asked, "My turn? Go down on you?"

But Heather smiled a dangerous carnivorous sort of smile and said, "Oh, no, no, no. I want much more than that." Her smile widened further. "I want to go turn out the lights."

"I'm yours," he said, blown out and yet still helplessly aroused, "Do anything you want to me." Heather rose and walked naked toward the light, feeling her swollen, needy cunt between her legs, thinking forward to getting underneath their bed and sexually feeding on what her lover felt for her right now.

She flipped off the lights and felt herself transform.