Tom & Jenn ( Part II )

Part II

Hours later, after the great ball had made it’s annual famed descent to herald the new year, and after all the tired, bundled up New Yorker’s piled in their cars to journey home to their warm beds, Tom awakes with a start. His mind fumbles briefly as he tries to wipe the lingering dreamy thoughts from his mind. Where…? Oh… He remembers. In his arm he still holds his lover, Jennifer, whose mussed blonde hair is splayed over her face and pillow. While they slept, somehow she had stolen the entire blanket for herself, leaving Tom half-naked and cold. A surge of passion ignites within him as he realizes her body is bare underneath the cotton throw. A rush of fear quickly extinguishes those thoughts as he glances at the digital clock on the microwave, two rooms away. The display shows the time as 2:30 AM. They had been out almost 4 hours. Tom attempted to remember when their parents were due back home from their double date – party, but his mind was still in a haze. Probably a combination of the sleep and the rum and coke earlier. A bit too much rum and not enough coke, just how he liked it.
He gently bends down and kisses Jenn’s upturned forehead, clearing away her hair with his finger. Softly he speaks her name, arousing her from her sleep.
“Mmm.” She rolls over on her side, facing the back of the couch.
“Jenn. Our parents are coming home soon, baby. You need to get up. I’m sorry.” Sitting up on the couch, he brusquely shakes her shoulders. Moaning, Jenn blinks for a second and slowly props herself up on her elbows, facing Tom. With the back of her hand she wipes the sleep from her eyes. She stretches her arms out toward him and he takes her within his own. Craning her neck up to meet him, their lips touch and they kiss tenderly. She gathers up the ends of the throw and lifts it up for him, pulling it down his body. Tom feels the gentle warmth of her breasts pressing against his chest as their bodies come together, her soft, rubbery nipples whispering little paths against his skin.
As they kiss, Jenn’s hands slowly trail down his back ‘til they find hold on his sides. Her fingers creep under the fabric of his jeans and begin working at them, pulling them down.
It takes all of Tom’s will to break away from the kiss and pull her hands away with his own. He grimaces and sighs, but it would have been against his better judgment to continue on like that, he was too paranoid about their parents coming home and walking in on them while they were going at it.
Jenn seems to already know what’s on his mind. She pulls his head close next to hers and she whispers in his ear. “It’s okay, baby. They won’t be back ‘till tomorrow afternoon. The party is way out East at my Aunt and Uncles house and they’re spending the night there.”
“My parents too? I don’t remember them saying anything about that.”
Jenn arches her eyebrows and brushes away a rebellious strand of hair from her forehead, pulling it behind her ear. “I doubt you’ll remember much after I’m done with you.” With a devious grin on her face she takes Tom by the chin, and bends forward to kiss him full on the mouth.
He pulls back and looks into her eyes, his hands drifting down to her bare hips. “So that’s why you let me eat you out. You don’t normally let me do that.”
“Well, girls don’t exactly have the luxury of just pulling their package back in their pants when someone’s about to walk in on you like… Uhh …My parents, for example. You have it so lucky. Blowjobs are so much more concealable.”
“Yeah, true, but have you ever had a hard-on during class? No, I don’t think so. Unlike some people I know, sometimes us guys have to improvise when the situation calls for drastic measures. I’ve had to hide it with my binder, before.”
“Ooh poor little guy,” Her hand dives under the waist of his pants and cotton boxers, wrapping her fingers around the warm, flaccid flesh. “even during class he needs attention. Maybe I could make him feel a little better now.”
“Hey, who are you calling lit- ...” Tom’s voice trails off as he feels her pull down his pants and a pair of warm, moist lips wrap around his cock, pulling all of it inside the attached mouth. His blood immediately begins to pump and make him stiff; he somehow hadn’t registered Jenn turning around in the twilit darkness of the room and crawl completely under the blanket. As she suckles and works her tongue over its head, her fingers wrap around the steadily engorging base and begin a slow, gentle pumping rhythm. Tom moans softly under his breath and pulls the blanket up until her butt is exposed, draping it on her back. He grabs her cheeks and squeezes them, enjoying their elasticity and baby-smooth texture. From Jenn comes a muffled moan as her mouth is filled with his hard-on, unable to fit it all in. The pace of her jerking hand picks up simultaneously with her mouth as she begins to bob her head up and down, making Tom throw back his head and unconsciously dig his nails into her thighs in extreme pleasure. With his middle and pointer fingers, he gently prods open her slit and is turned-on to find it already sopping wet. Without a hesitation he slams his fingers into her warm hole and vigorously begins to pump them in and out in time with the bobbing of her head on his cock. Jenn tenses and her lips quiver around his erection as his fingers savagely ravage her pussy. Finally, not being able to stand it anymore, she gives him one final suckle and she lifts her mouth off. Not a word spoken between them, he removes his fingers from her and she turns around on the couch, her eyes staring deeply into his. She straddles his legs and slowly lowers herself down until the head of his cock brushes against her clit. Reaching forward, Tom takes his cock by the base and massages his head against her already swelling clit, bathing it in his pre-cum and himself with her natural lubricant. He directs his engorged penis until it is directly under her pussy, the head already slipping halfway inside of her. Slowly, with teeth clenched and eyes squinted closed she lowers herself down on top of him and impales herself on his cock, feeling his hard thickness filling her and stretching her already tight muscles. Both lovers breathing heavily now, her hands on his chest and his on her hips, they stay just like that for a few long, intense seconds. In time with each other they begin to set a rhythm as she lifts herself off and thrust down, as he bucks his hips upward as she comes down to meet him. They fuck hard and fast, sighing and moaning as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. And right then it indeed was the only thing that mattered. As they make love she bends her head close to him and he wraps an arm around the back of her head, clutching her close to him. Jenn attempts to kiss him but their fast movements and heavy breathing prevent that. All they can manage is brushing their lips over each other and moaning inside their partner’s mouth as they make love to each other. Without words being spoken somehow they each know they are both about to climax at the same time. Jenn picks up her speed and rides him faster, her hair bouncing crazily down her back and spilling in front of her to dance on his forehead. He bucks his hips harder, slamming his cock into her tight hole, making wet, rhythmic slapping sounds as their bodies came together. Suddenly, Tom tenses, arches his back up high and lets out a guttural yell as he feels a burning fire erupt from his groin and spread all throughout his body. Her lover’s screams of ecstasy were enough to put Jenn over the edge as well, her muscles suddenly convulsing and that same, familiar fire igniting an inferno through her entire body. The muscles of her pussy twitch and contract as his semen pumps deep inside of her, the tightening walls against his cock greedily milking out all that he can give. As she slowly comes down from her orgasm her eyes flutter briefly and she falls down onto his chest, her head landing on the pillow beside him. For minutes all either can do is try to calm down their breathing and hold each other close, his cock still deeply buried inside her. In the darkness later, after Tom has pulled the blanket over their sweat-glistened bodies, their lips meet and kiss deeply, sweetly. Sleep rushes over and takes them like a black cloud on a sunny summer’s day.
Years later after 2 kids, a Lexus and a paid off mortgage, Tom and Jenn still look back on that cold winters’ eve and wonder if it had ever been as good since then. Maybe it was partly because of the rum, or maybe it was just because they were horny so-in-love teenagers. But most likely, they agree, it was because for that time at that moment for whatever reason at all, nothing else had mattered but holding each other in their arms and whispering “I love you.” into each other’s ear. And since then, nothing else had taken greater importance than the love they have for each other and the love they fostered in their children, years later. But still, for whatever reason it was, to this day Jenn’s mother could never exactly figure out what the suspicious white stain was on her leather couch.