Morning Wood Ch. 03

Ch 3: Date Night

Guinne's phone began to vibrate, and she reached into her pocket to retrieve it. Her eyes flashed around the room before looking to the caller id on the outside. Guinne let a grin touch her lips and stood, quickly moving from the room into the hallway.

"Hey, Art. I was starting to think you wouldn't call me, it's been two weeks," Guinne said into the phone as she stepped out of the classroom.

"I've been busy," Art lied, he stared down at the floor. He was in his living room, a homemade pizza on the coffee table before him, half eaten.

"Work, I guess," Guinne could tell by his tone that he hadn't been busy, during the week sure, but two weekends had passed, nearly three full weeks, since the last time they'd spoken. Since that fateful day that their relationship had started on a path that was far different from anything Art had ever envisioned for their futures.

"Yeah, work and stuff, I actually called to ask you out this weekend. There is a party at work, and I, well, as long as we aren't making out or whatever, we could go. Maybe after we can get a coffee and talk."

Talk. That was the word that frightened Guinne, did he mean talk of their relationship ending, or talk of them moving forward with it? "This weekend is good; I have classes Saturday and Sunday, like usual, but my Saturday classes are over at four, I could head over after that."

"Alright, that sounds good, the Party starts around six. I'll see you then," Art was a little scared at the prospect of seeing her, but he knew that he had to; more than that, he knew that he wanted to.

"See you then, I better go, I'm in the middle of my creative writing class," Guinne moved back to the door, having gotten out of its way just in case anyone wanted to use it. "See ya Saturday, love you."

"Bye," Art hung up, she always said 'love you' as goodbye, had since they were little kids, but this time it scared him. He loved her, and he knew that she loved him, but with the changes happening to them... It just frightened him.

Guinne pushed the door open, and slipped into the classroom quietly; her teacher looked up, and frowned slightly. Guinne looked down at her feet, trying to avoid the woman's eyes, hurrying to her seat.

Guinne couldn't manage to pay attention during her class; she doodled in her notebook, thinking about what might happen this coming weekend. How was Art feeling about what had happened between them? Was he going to tell her that it was over? Was he going to ask her to do more things with him? It was all so difficult to wrap her head around. When the bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class, Guinne hadn't even put her stuff away. She sighed hurriedly shoving her books in her bag.

"Guinne, can I talk to you for a moment?" Her teacher called to her, Guinne frowned but nodded, coming up to the front of the classroom.

"Yea, Ms. Mercer?"

"I just wanted to remind you that that rewrite is due Monday, I don't want you getting any more behind in class. I shouldn't even have let you do this rewrite, but you talked me in to it. So it better be good."

Guinne's attention had been all over the place the last couple of weeks, and her teacher knew it, she needed to buckle down. "Sorry, I'll have it ready then."

Guinne said her goodbye and ducked out of the class, sighing as she headed for her next one.

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Art set his cell down on the coffee table and looked up at the empty television screen; he could taste Guinne on his lips. He'd spent the last two weeks trying not to think about Guinne, trying to find a way to pretend they hadn't experienced what they had.

He got up, picking the tray of pizza up as well, and heading into the kitchen, he set it next to the stove while he dug around for a container to put it in, once he'd found one he stuck the slices in and then put it into the fridge. His eyes flickered to the window, and then to where Guinne had pushed him up against the counter.

Art couldn't help but think about that morning, about her body pressed to his as she ran her hand up and down his length. He closed his eyes, feeling his erection pressing against his boxers. He looked down at the tent forming there, and unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't think of a better way to get used to thinking of her sexually, than masturbating when thoughts of her aroused him.

So he unsheathed his erection as he exited into the hall, his hand slowly working its way up and down his shaft. It was awkward walking upstairs like that, but he managed to stroke a few times on the way up and was soon lying out on his back on his bed.

Art closed his eyes as his hand stroked him slowly, he imagined that Guinne was in his closet, watching, her fingers buried between her legs, he moaned softly, and soon was splattering his juices all over his stomach and sheets.

--

Guinne finished her last class of the day later that evening and rushed back to her dorm room. She would have to figure out the perfect thing to wear. Her side of her dorm room was a mess, with clothes piled in various places; both clean and dirty. Her roommate's half was spotless; the girl was a neat freak, and hated how messy Guinne was. Guinne had stopped caring months ago.

Guinne began digging through the piles of clothes, throwing things on her bed that were a maybe. When she had finally gone through pretty much everything, she moved to the bed, sorting through the maybes. She wanted to look just right for Art, but also didn't want to look too slutty, since it was a work party. She realized she should have maybe asked how formal it was, but decided to just got with moderately. Finally she sighed and threw all of the clothes back on the floor and went to her closet. She had a half dozen dresses, ranging from one that looked like a prom dress, to a few that were practically see through summer dresses. She held each up to her in front of the mirror on her dresser, worrying her lip in thought.

She finally decided on a blue satin one, with a halter top that showed enough cleavage to draw a little attention. It angled down to one side with layers for the bottom part. She set it aside and dug around finding a pair of panties to go with it. Her breasts were still perky enough and with how the dress was designed she decided to be a little risqué and go without a bra, hoping her brother would enjoy that. It took her fifteen minutes to find the blue pumps that went with it, eventually locating them under her bed. With that she set it all up and dropped onto said bed, passing out with pleasant thoughts of the next night.

--

The next morning came, and with it classes; Guinne had two on Saturday, math for an hour in the morning, and poetry for two in the afternoon. She kept thinking about that night, about what they might do. She spent the whole day aroused and it was making her a little crazy, but she did her best not to think about it and somehow she managed to get through her classes. Though, as she walked back to her dormitory she decided that it might be best to borrow somebody's notes from both of them. She got home quickly and slid into the shower, she wanted to wait for tonight, but in case nothing happened she decided she had better relieve some of her arousal, or she might try and force something that Art didn't want.

Guinne's fingers slid down between her legs, her fingers rubbing at her clit slowly. She leaned back against the wall, glad for the no slip thing her roommate had installed in the shower; her eyes closed and she began to rub more vigorously at herself. With the water raining down and flowing through her fingers, it didn't take that long before she was cumming, her whole body shaking with it as she moaned and whimpered, her mind filled with visions of her brother.

Guinne ended up on her knees before her orgasm was finished, unable to keep herself standing as the waves of pleasure ran through her. Quickly she washed up, pulled a robe on, and began doing her hair. It took a few minutes to blow dry and style but soon she was exiting into her bedroom. Maria, her roommate, was at her computer doing homework or something, as she came out.

"Hey Maria," Guinne said as she began picking up what she had decided on wearing, sliding the panties on under her robe. She turned away from her roommate, dropping her robe and pulling the dress on, she adjusted it in the mirror, sliding some nude stockings up her legs, and finding her garters to put on as well. She paused for a moment looking at her feet, Hrm, panties over the garter would make for easier access.

Guinne slid her feet into the pumps and went into the bathroom, quickly sliding her garters back off and then pulling her panties off, she pulled the garters back on, and then the panties on top of them.

"No bra? Garter belt? Stockings? Must be a hot date," Maria called from the other room as Guinne shifter her under things around.

"Something like that," Guinne half mumbled, but loud enough to be heard. Maria got up wandering to the doorway to watch Guinne get ready, her eyes lingering on her roommate's voluptuous form a little more than was perhaps decent.

"Anyone I know?"

"Nope, he doesn't go to school here, he goes to the art institute; friend of my brother's," Guinne lied, Art had come by more than once when Maria was here.

"Ah; well have fun, and if you wouldn't mind cleaning up a bit tomorrow?"

"Yea, yea," Guinne nodded, knowing she'd likely do no such thing, she applied a small amount of make up, just highlighting her features, then find a pearl necklace and matching bracelet in her jewelry box, putting them on. She finished the look with a cream bag and with a beaded pearl strap. Looking around the room then at herself she nodded and headed out.

"See ya," she said, smiling at Maria as she left.

Maria waved goodbye watching Guinne's heart shaped behind exit the dorm. She had always found her roommate attractive, but that dress she'd been wearing was really something sexy. Maria slipped her hand down to the front of her jeans as the door shut fully.

Guinne rushed down to her car, a black Toyota Echo. She was soon speeding down the road; it was almost an hour drive to her brother's. She had told him she got out at four, but with her shower taking a bit longer than she had originally anticipated, it was nearly five by the time she was on the road. She decided not to call though; it wouldn't be too big a tragedy if they were a few minutes late for the party.

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It was nearly six and Art wondered where Guinne was, she had said her last class was out at four. He figured she had probably just spent an hour or more deciding what to wear; she had always been a bit picky. He shrugged, it didn't really matter if they were a bit late for the party.

Art heard a car outside a few minutes later, and headed to the door, he opened it as she was about to knock, offering her a smile as he looked her up and down. He'd seen the dress before, but not quite worn like it was, he wasn't sure why but somehow it seemed sexier than the last time he'd seen her in it.

"Let me grab my jacket, and we'll go," he said turning back into the house and going to the hall closet, Guinne couldn't help but look him over as well, he was in black slacks, with a blue pin striped dress shirt, no blazer or tie, as he pulled out his pea coat that she had got him for Christmas the year before, but she was glad it wasn't fully casual. She had worried she might have overdressed.

"So what is this party for anyway?"

"It's the 20th anniversary of the firm, all three owners will be there, though one hasn't worked in a dozen years or more, and one retired last year. But I guess with the big two-oh they are all coming in to make an appearance and show their support or whatever," Art said as he locked the door to the house.

He preceded her to the car, and unlocked the passenger door of his Charger. Guinne arched a brow and let a faint smile crease her lips. Art had was not the kind of brother who was quite so gentlemanly to open doors for her, but apparently he was the type of date who did such things. She couldn't help but take that as a good sign.

"Well that is cool, I'm glad you invited me to come," she was too, she might have said that even if she wasn't, but he'd thought of her and not somebody else. Granted she knew some of his coworkers so they'd still have to act like brother and sister. But maybe afterwards, though he'd mentioned going out for coffee, and not back to his place.

The rest of the ride was filled with some small talk, about school and work and their mother bugging them about coming over for dinner or something at the same time. Neither mentioned how awkward that could be if this moved forward.

Once they arrived Art led her up to the fifth floor of the building he worked in, the lower floors housed some law firms and other such things, but the whole top floor was part of the Graphic Design company he worked for. Originally they had just done print, but in the last ten years had moved into web and other alternate media.

Art looked around as they entered the large conference room where the main part of the party was taking place, people had spread into some of the other conference rooms and a few private groups were in the lobby and, he thought, perhaps some offices as well.

He spotted Chuck talking to some cute girl, he was pretty sure she was one of the IT people, and Chuck waved at them, beckoning him over.

"Hey," Art said, smiling at June and then glancing at his sister, "Chuck, I think you know Guinne my sister, and it's ... I'm sorry I know you've worked on my computer a couple of times, but I cannot for the life of me remember your name."

"June," she said with a smile, "Nice to meet you Guinne, even if your brother is kind of a jerk," she was grinning though, obviously teasing him.

"Only when it comes to remember pretty girls' names," Guinne responded with a wink, and June couldn't help but blush just a little bit.

"I'll go get us a drink," Guinne said, turning and heading off to the open bar on the other end of the room.

"Wow, don't take this the wrong way Art, but your sister cleans up really well," Art turned looking at her across the room for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders at Chuck.

"She's my sister, I wouldn't know," but even as he said the words he knew that he did know, that she was gorgeous over there by the bar, ordering them drinks. She was leaning against the bar, causing her dress to lay across her ample heart shaped rump in a very pleasant manner.

"June and I are going to go have a smoke, if you wanna join us?" Chuck glanced around then made a motion with his hands, like he was smoking a pipe.

"Nah, thanks though, you two enjoy," Art said, watching them head off, June wriggled her fingers at him, as they headed for the stairway that would lead them to the roof.

"Where are those two off to?" Guinne asked as she returned with two drinks, hers was green, and his was whiskey on the rocks.

"Roof, for a smoke break," Art answered, taking his drink and taking a slow pull off of it, a drink was just what he needed. He looked around, then back to his sister, it was weird, because he was thinking of her as a date, but he had to be careful, people here knew who she was, "I think they are dancing in the room next door, do you wanna go?"

"Sure," Guinne motioned for him to lead the way, she powered down her drink as they moved into the other room, setting it on a table that had been pressed up against the wall. They had gone pretty all out for the party and there was a DJ in one corner, the lights were all off and only some strobe lights and laser lights and things provided any illumination. Two dozen or more bodies were squeezed into a space that could probably fit half that many comfortably, but Guinne grabbed Art's hand and dragged him into the mess when he started to look like he wanted to back out.

"Come on," she said into his ear, half a yell and half a whisper, and soon they were out in the middle. Loud music made the whole room feel like it was vibrating, and she danced him around a bit, finally turning around and sliding his arms around her waist. He was capable of moving around in such a way that didn't look stupid, but he was not very skilled. Guinne on the other hand had taken ballet since she was 12 and had also taken some other more modern dance classes since she'd started at school.

Guinne was doing her best to make it easy on him, and make them both look good, and as the song changed into a fast paced techno song she began to shake her booty, his crotch was nestled against her ass, and she could feel that her jiggle was causing him some discomfort in the form of an erection.

Art was blushing, but luckily it was hot in the room and it would just look like he was heated from that, not that anyone could really make anything out in here, he hoped that Guinne would change how she was dancing when she felt his erection, and she did but her change was to push into him a bit more and to make her jiggle a little slower. It was obvious to him that she was purposefully teasing him.

The grinding of Guinne's backside into Art's erection was getting to be too much though, and after a few minutes of it he shifted around her, so that they faced each other again. A smile touched both of their lips as their eyes met. His fingers lifted, reaching up and moving her sweat drenched bangs out of her eyes. He felt her arms slide around his waist, and his erection dug into her hip, but at least she wasn't wriggling.

Guine looked around at the people around them, nobody was paying any attention to anything but the person they were dancing with, and anyone past a few feet couldn't see them in the lighting, so she pushed up onto her toes and pressed a hard kiss to Art's lips, her hips grinding into his erection. She was glad he was aroused, she was dripping herself, not as wet as she'd been that morning a few weeks ago, but she was certain that her panties were soaked.

Art let the kiss go on for a few moments, but then he broke it, too worried somebody might spot them. He raised his brows at her, and mouthed 'be good' she pouted, and he couldn't help but imagine those thick lips wrapped around his cock. Which of course caused his erection to twitch against her and she giggled leaning her head against his shoulder, as the song finished. Art took her hand and headed for the other room again, dragging her along, it was too hot to spend more than a couple songs in that room. Well, in his opinion.

Once they were in the hall Guinne stopped him, "Where's the bathroom?" She asked, and he pointed, "Get me a drink and I'll meet you by the bar, okay?" He nodded as she turned, he watched her moving away, her hips swaying pleasantly. He glanced down at his erection and then around, nobody was around so he took the opportunity to adjust it so it was less noticeable, then went to get those drinks.

Guinne relieved herself then went to the mirror, sighing at how smudged her make up was, she opened her little bag and dug around taking the time to clean it up and wipe away the glistening on her forward and between her cleavage.

"Having a nice time?" June asked her as she stepped into the bathroom, stopping at the mirror to fix her own make up and wash her hands.

"Yea, was just dancing and it is super hot in there," Guinne smiled at the other girl, the two could not have been more different in appearance, with Guinne being what most would call a 'ginger' freckles, red hair. She was also curvaceous, with a heart shaped bubble butt. June on the other hand was thin, she had soft looking features and Guinne guessed that while her belly was flat, it probably wasn't toned. June had enough curve to her hips and bottom to be attractive and not boyish, but only just. Combine this with dark hair, likely dyed the raven black that it was, and the plastic thick rimmed glasses she wore and the girls were about as different as could be.