Adult Conversation - Interlude

Relax

edit: i added the name of this young man to prevent confusion. this experience is not with Pusha.

English Boy and I were lovers for the better part of two years. Compliments to each other both in bed and in the scene, we had a bond that was like best friends with benefits. Indeed, we had the best of each other. I knew that in his hometown 400 miles from our college town there was a girlfriend he exchanged letters and long distance phone bills with. I didn't mind it so much. When we were together he made me feel like there was no one else but he and I. He pretended to ignore all of my male "friends". We coexisted in our own relationship dynamic and that was all that mattered.

During winter snows that prevented anyone from moving anywhere and held us all captive in our homes, we would turn the heat in the house up high enough to make it summertime and lounge around in our underwear drinking sweet tea, making love in the soft afternoon light like lovers on a honeymoon. It is on these long, comfortable weekends that I loved him most.

We are lying in bed next to each other, he and I. He’s on his back, completely relaxed with his legs stretched straight out. His hands are folded behind his head and his attention is focused on Sportscenter, which is playing on the television. I lay on my side, facing him. One arm is bent under my head and the other rests along my side. As the replays of the day’s greatest moments in sports are filtered through to us, he provides his own personal commentary while I stare at his long eyelashes.

“You have really long eyelashes for a guy.”

“I know. It’s a curse. They always get in my eye.”

As if to punctuate his point, he rubbing his eye.

“See, you jinxed me.”

I lie there and watch him rub first his left eye and then his right, rubbing them until he feels that the foreign body is out. He turns his head towards me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I’m not staring at you. I’m thinking about something.”

“What are you thinking about?”

I shrug my shoulders and scoot closer to him, placing my hand on his stomach. His scent is a mixture of bath soap and fabric softener. I lean forward and sniff at him.

"I like the way you smell."

"I like the way you smell, " he says and pinches me on the thigh.

“I like the way your T-shirt smells. Like fresh laundry.”

“That’s snuggle baby.”

We grin at each other. I begin moving my hand in slow circles, rubbing his chest. He lets out a relaxed sigh.

“That feels good.”

“Mm hmm,” I murmur. My eyes are closed and I’m concentrating on the act of relaxing him.

"Are you trying to start something," he asks casually. I open my eyes.

"Nope. I know you're watching Sportscenter. Plus I want to hear the basketball scores."

After a few moments he reaches for the remote and turns the television off.

“Why did you turn it off?”

“Cause it’s distracting.”

I smile at him then because I think it’s cute. He smiles back at me and kisses me softly on the lips. He pulls me closer to him and I end up with my head resting on his shoulder, my hand continuing to rub his chest and his stomach. His stomach makes a noise - not a growl, but one of those weird noises stomachs make when there is no food in them. I reach my hand under his T-shirt and rub his stomach gently.

“Are you hungry?”

“I think so.”

“You think so?”

“Well, I can’t concentrate on anything right now because you’re touching me like that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He turns over on his side and faces me when he says this. We lie there looking at each other for a moment. He takes his hand and rests it on my hip. His fingertips drum lightly against my skin.

I’m wearing a tee shirt and a pair of granny panties. His fingers trace their way down to the band of my underwear and he rests them there with a curious look on his face.

“Did you start your period?”

“No, why?”

“Cause you usually only wear these when you are on it.”

“It’s laundry day.” I grin at him when I say this and then lean into him, burying my face in his chest.

His fingertips start a slow crawl down my hip and across my thigh. His free arm comes around to encircle me and he rolls us over so that I am on my back and he is lying on top of me. I open my eyes then and look at him; he’s looking back at me. His hands are underneath me; he has a light grip on my backside.

We lie still like that for a minute. The churn of the refrigerator in the kitchen is the only sound in the apartment aside from our breathing. I feel secure and relaxed in his arms. The weight of him on top of me is a familiar, comfortable feeling. He leans down and touches his lips to mine softly. I don’t move. My hands still rest under his shirt, pressed against his chest. He leans down and kisses me again. This time he lets his lips linger a little longer. He traces his tongue slowly over my lips before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

"Monique." He whispers it and my ear is filled with his warm breath, sending chills down my spine.

"What?" I whisper it back in a brief moment between kisses.

"Get naked." He doesn't whisper this time. He says it in a low voice then leans down and bites me on the nipple.

I laugh. "Yes sir," I say, saluting him. We both get up and remove what little clothing we are wearing.

I sit on the edge of the bed watching him fumble around in the nightstand for a condom. His butt is right in front of my face and for a brief moment I consider smacking him on it. My heavy hand against his bare ass would make a loud noise in the quiet room. It might hurt more than I intend it to and ruin the mood. I opt to kiss him on his bottom instead.

I do it using my tongue. My lips make contact first and then before I know it I have a section of his right ass cheek in between my teeth. I flick my tongue across it then pull back. It all happens rather quickly. I hear him gasp in surprise and then -

"Woman!"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"I licked you on the butt."

"You licked me and you bit me. Cut that out."

"You didn't like it?"

"Yeah I liked it. Maybe too much. Stop that."

I laugh. "If you liked it, why should I stop?"

"I dunno, isn't it kinda weird for you to be doing stuff to my butt?"

"Why?"

He stands there for a moment and then shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know."

"You're being silly. Come here." I pull him towards me on the bed. He lies down beside me again and rub him on his chest. "You trust me right?"

"With my life."

"Okay. Turn over." He looks at me for a moment then does as I ask. I start off slow, kissing and licking and nibbling his back, slowly making my way down.

"That feels good."

"Mm hm." When my tongue reaches his ass he sucks in his breath and squirms a little. I don't stop.

"Relax, " I say, using the same combination of kissing and licking and nibbling until I've thoroughly covered both cheeks. He lies still, his hands under the pillow on which he rests his head, his body totally relaxed.

I seize my opportunity. I play my tongue around the hole and a sound I've never heard him make before leaves his throat.

"Should I stop?"

Hesitation. Then, "No."

I start playing with the hole again, this time with my finger. I try slipping it in, a little bit at a time. I feel him tense up.

"Relax baby, " I coax. I distract him by licking his balls and after a moment my finger is in. I can tell when I've hit the right spot because his dick gets rock hard.

We lie there like that - he on his stomach, his legs spread out and me beside him, biting his ass while my finger presses the money spot. He only allows me to stay there for a moment.

"Okay stop."

I do as he asks. He turns over and reveals to me the biggest hard on I have ever seen on him.

As he slips the condom on he says, "You worked for this girl. Come here."

He doesn't give me a chance to move. He grabs my legs and puts them on his shoulders. When he rams into me the first time I let out an involuntary yelp and he knows he's hit the spot. I can tell he's already worked up and once we get going I know it won't be long before he explodes.

And when his body shudders against mine and he whispers in my ear that I did this, that I made him this weak, I don't say a word.

We lie there in darkness, listening to each other breathe. He gets up to dispose of the condom. I go into the bathroom to wash my hands. When I climb back into the bed, he snuggles up against me and puts his arms around my waist. I can feel him hard against me and I giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Okay."

Before long his soft snores let me know he's sleeping. His arm is still wrapped protectively around me and his breath is warm on the back of my neck. Whatever he's dreaming about must be pleasant because I can still feel him hard against me.

I smile in the darkness. Then I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.