Christmas groceries. What a way to spend Saturday. Hearing the door slam shut, I was glad it was my parents and not me.
I was visiting them for the first time since uni began. Celebrating Christmas and showing off my girlfriend, Aisha. We'd been going out for more than two months, driving everyone around us sick with how in love we were.
I was also hoping to introduce her to my twin sister Sal. But Sal hadn't got home yet, and Aisha had to leave again this morning to get to her own parents.
So I snuggled up against Aisha's warm body under the thick blanket. I let my hand slide across the curve of her hips to her arse. She murmured and wriggled against me, and I felt my cock come awake with a twitch.
Her thigh felt wonderful in my hand, firm and plump. I rubbed her beneath the blanket, drawing murmurs and sighs from her until she glanced over her shoulder at me. "So we're awake, are we?"
"I am," I replied. "And I think you woke this one up too." I pressed my cock forward against her crack.
"That one's always awake." She didn't protest though. "Have your parents left?"
"A moment ago. We should have a few hours before Sal gets here."
"We'd better make the most of it then." I felt her reach between her legs and stroke my swollen head. "Doesn't feel like you'll need much time, though."
I reached round to pull up the T-shirt that was all she wore in bed, and cupped her breast in my hand. Her nipple responded immediately, and she gasped when I pinched it. Her legs parted slightly, and her hand pressed my cock against her slit.
A memory came back, of lying in the dark in a freezing tent with Sal. Not being able to sleep because my cock was so hard, until Sal had pulled it between her legs like Aisha was doing now. Our fucking had been silent, awkward and urgent, and it was still one of the hottest moments of my life.
Even now, with Aisha's curves pressing against me, I found myself thinking of Sal.
They couldn't have been more different. Aisha was dark caramel, with straight black hair and plump breasts and arse separated by an hourglass waist. Sal was tiny and slender with short pale hair. Aisha was sultry, very aware of her feminine attractions, and Sal was straightforward and more concerned with what was happening in her own mind.
Aisha's hand on my cock drew my mind back to the present, and I hastily pushed thoughts of Sal away. I hadn't seen her since uni started, and I didn't want to be getting hard as soon as she arrived home.
Instead, I concentrated on the soft flesh in my hands. Pressing my lips against Aisha's neck, below her ear, I teased her with soft nibbles and kisses while I flicked her nipples with my fingers. She was pushing back against me, that round arse feeling hot against my stomach.
I slid my hand down to her thigh and between her legs. Her slick cream covered my fingers instantly. She gave a grunt and lifted her legs, guiding my cock to her entrance. I pressed forward and slid inside her, drawing a loud moan. "Yes!" Aisha could be quite vocal. It was one reason why we'd waited until my parents left this morning.
I thrust into her, feeling her buck back, enjoying her moans and cries. Her hand reached behind me and pulled my body against hers. She wasn't far off, I could tell, but I wasn't ready to let go just yet.
In and out my cock went, making Aisha moan louder and louder. Suddenly her cries became frantic. "Yes, yes, y-- YES!" Her whole body shook and trembled as her climax swept through her.
I slowed my thrusting to let her recover. After a while her moans became soft gasps and she lay still. Her hair was stuck to her forehead. "That was good," she whispered. "My turn to treat you."
Ignoring my protests, she pulled away and stepped from the bed. My cock was hard, shiny with her cream, trembling with desire as I admired her naked form walking round the bed to my side.
"I'm going to take you in my mouth," she said, "and I'm going to suck you. Suck you until you cum."
I sat up against the pillows to give her room. She ran her tongue over her lips and stepped forward. Suddenly she gave a shriek and collapsed onto the bed, holding one foot in her hands.
"Ow! Ow ow ow!"
"What's the matter?" I asked, then felt stupid. She'd clearly stubbed her toe on something -- probably one of the feet of the bed, placed at strange intervals along its length. I'd bashed my own toes there before.
Luckily Aisha hadn't hurt herself too badly, but the mood was definitely killed. Anyway, a glance at her phone reminded her that she was supposed to be travelling on to her own parents shortly.
With rueful apologies she pulled on her T-shirt and limped out of the room. I heard the bathroom door opening and closing, and moments later the first song on Aisha's favourite playlist started playing on the bathroom speaker. Well, so much for that blowjob.
My cock had softened a bit during the business with Aisha's toe, but now that I was alone I took it in my hand and gave it a quick tug. Her cream was drying on my shaft, but still slightly moist. It smelt wonderful.
I was rubbing myself absentmindedly, eyes closed and memories of Aisha's body and Sal's playing in my mind, when the door opened again. "Just keeping it warm for you," I said. "It's all yours if you want to continue where we left off."
Soft footsteps approached the bed. Something was different, I thought, but I was looking forward to feeling Aisha's warm lips around my shaft.
"Alright, I'm willing if you are."
