Come As You Are Ch. 07

"And that's because of me?"

The uncertainty from earlier was gone from his eyes. It had been replaced by a look of iron, one that may have matched the solidness of his cock. His gaze kicked up a flurry of sparks inside of her that caused Michelle to take a step closer to him. "I've never had a girl ask me to do this before," he told her. "It's fucking hot. You're fucking hot."

She couldn't help but smirk at the compliment. "I don't know if I believe you. You're looking a little stiff... in your movements," she clarified. "It's kind of like watching a machine. You're not nervous, are you?" Her eyes narrowed, returning his hard glare with one of his own. "If you're that turned on, show me," she said in a voice ringed with steel. "You're horny, Garrett. You want to fuck. You need it. You want it. You said so yourself, you're so hard you're almost sick with wanting it."

Garrett's hand twisted on his cock. Michelle found herself biting her lip as his hand moved faster. His slick erection glistened with precum in the soft lamplight.

"And that's because of me, isn't it. That's why you're so hard." Michelle's words weren't questions but statements of fact. The warmth in her pussy was growing with each one of his strokes. His breathing was faster now, as was his hand on his cock. His other hand held the bedsheets in a death grip. "Are you thinking of me right now, Garrett?"

The young man managed to chuckle at her question. "Kind of... it's hard to focus right now on anything else..."

"Look at me," she commanded. Garrett raised his head as Michelle grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt. In one smooth motion, she raised it over her head and hurled it to the floor, leaving her clad in only her black panties. His gaze roamed her exposed body, starting with her long athletic legs, past the dark underwear that covered her intimate areas, over her pert breasts and the firm, dark nipples sitting on top, and finally meeting her eyes. "Does this help?"

"Yeah," he said quietly as his eyes made the return trip back down her athletic body. Michelle could see his cock throb in his hand as he took in every (nearly) naked inch of her. His reaction to her nudity almost pushed Michelle over the edge and fling herself at him. But she managed to keep her focus. She wasn't going to fuck Garrett. She just wanted to watch him. That's what she wanted. That's what she needed. That's what she craved. "You are so fucking hot Michelle," Garrett hissed.

"We're not going to sleep together tonight. I need to make that clear. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you cum. But that's all. Nothing else is going to happen." She narrowed her eyes. "Are you OK with that?"

Garrett nodded. "Yes," he said, still stroking himself. "No sex. I... I'm OK with that. I am... but..."

Michelle didn't have time to react. In a flash, Garrett was off the bed. Both hands suddenly were on her waist. In one quick, rough motion Garrett yanked Michelle's panties down her long legs, exposing the last bit of her body to him. She gasped, both in surprise at her sudden nudity and with delight as she could feel her pussy flood from his swift action.

A smirk was on Garrett's face as he stepped away from her, leaving her shocked and deliciously aching. "No sex," he agreed. "But if you're going to watch me touch myself..." He looked down at the thin strip of black hair between her legs. A shiver went through Michelle as she saw Garrett lick his lips.

"You want to watch me." Once again, it wasn't a question from Michelle, and once again, a deep pressure pushed against her inner walls, aching to be relieved by her touch. "Yes," she purred. "But just watching. OK?"

"Promise." As Michelle stepped out of her panties and moved towards the bed Garrett grabbed a white bath towel off the floor. "Here," he told her. "For you to lie on."

Michelle pulled back the blankets on her side of the bed as Garrett did the same on his side, exposing the sheet covering the mattress. She unfolded the towel before lying down on top of it. Garrett stretched out on the opposite side of the bed, leaving a noticeable gap between the two former classmates. They both rolled onto their sides and looked at each other. Their Eyes roamed the body of their counterpart. Garrett took in the red flush that was slowly spreading on Michelle's chest, a contrast to the dark, taut nubs that thrust out from her breasts. Michelle's eyes rested on Garrett's cock. She could see how erect and rigid it was, defying gravity as he pointed towards her. For a brief moment, she thought about touching it, just a quick grip to see if it was truly as hard as it looked. But that would risk breaking the spell that had been woven over this unexpected moment.

Garrett's lips pulled back into a grin that spoke of the devilish thoughts that were probably going through his mind. "God damn Michelle, you're just as hot as I imagined."

"You've imagined me naked before?" she asked with a coy smile of her own.

"In high school, yeah. You were one of the hottest girls in our class. I'm pretty sure every guy imagined you naked at some point."

"Then I'm a little disappointed in you." Michelle casually ran a finger down her front, dragging it from the base of her throat to the valley between her breasts. "You should find me hotter in person than in your imagination."

Garrett rolled his shoulders in response, before reaching down and taking his rock hard manhood in one hand. "Let me try again," he responded in a tone of playful acquiescence as he began stroking himself again. "You're really fucking hot."

"How hot?" she asked quietly. Her hand slid across her skin to one of her tight nipples. Michelle ran her finger across the erect nub, sighing at the sensation as she continued to watch Garrett. "Put it into words."

"Just... your legs, your..."

"Not like that." Michelle lightly flicked her finger against her nipple. She felt a piercing sting that resonated throughout her body. Her thighs rubbed together as she repeated the action before running her digit around the top of her breast. "Seeing me naked... how does it make you feel? I don't just want to watch you. I want to know what it's like having me here naked in front of you."

"It's like... mmm... like... if I don't cum, I'm going to go insane," he told her. "Like all the blood is in my dick, all this pressure, and it has to come out or else. If it doesn't I'm going to hurt for the next day or so because I didn't have any release... like getting kicked in the balls, that dull ache that just isn't going to go away unless..." Garrett's words trailed off. He adjusted his hips, still on his side but giving himself better access to his erection as he continued to stroke it.

"So... how come... oh yes..." Michelle had given her breast a firm squeeze, applying pressure just before the point where pain would become discomfort, before moving her hand to rest on her stomach. Her pussy was begging to be touched, but she was holding off. Let the pressure build for a bit. The longer she waited, the stronger the explosion would be. "How come you're taking your time then?"

"Because... if you go too fast, sometimes..." His eyes were following Michelle's hand, which was currently making a circle around her stomach, down to her belly button, and back up to just underneath her body. "...you just... stop. Get tired, get sore. Now and then you rip your clothes off and jack it as fast as you can, but most of the time you want to go slow... draw it out a bit..."

Michelle nodded at his words. "I get it... girls are kind of the same way... but it's more that we need to warm up a bit first... unless, like you said, we get really turned on, and then we just need it right then, right there... oh wow..."

Her exclamation came from seeing Garrett's hand lightly tug on the sack underneath his cock. She had never seen a guy do that before. It sent a minor thrill up her spine as he ran his hand over what appeared to be the firm, full pouch. As he brought his hand back up to his erection, he asked, "What about you? You seem to be taking your time."

"I'm enjoying the view." Michelle drew up one leg, putting the foot behind her knee and exposing the lips of her pussy. The warm air of the bedroom was a pleasant feeling against her womanhood. "Knowing that you're doing it because of me, lying here naked in front of you, knowing that when you cum it's going to be because of me, it's a major turn on."

"Maybe we found your thing, Michelle." Garrett's hand was a quick blur on his erection for a moment before slowing down, accompanied by a low groan from the young man. "Maybe you like to watch."

"Maybe," she answered. That was a discussion for later. Not now.

"How are you feeling? Physically, I mean," Garrett asked. His hand was a piston, slow, steady, tight, gliding easily against the smooth skin of his shaft. "Are you turned on like I am?"

"Maybe," she repeated, but this time a sly grin came with the single word as she looked her distant sort-of-quasi-lover in the eyes. "It's like when you... remember 6200 Foot Road back home? It was flat for a good bit, but then you go over the hill and you're driving down towards town? Imagine that little flip in your stomach when you go downhill but in your lower body. And it's not just once. Every time you stroke your cock, it's almost pulsating inside of me."

"Damn," Garrett said quietly. "That's..."

"That's not all." Michelle's hand was idly playing with the black hair that had been styled into a thin strip just above the junction of her legs, a few inches away from the release she was putting off. "There's this pressure, like an intense ache, and all I want is something inside of me. The only way that pressure and ache are going to go away is when I'm gripping and clenching against..."

"Your fingers?"

"Among other things, but yes."

"What's stopping you?" Garrett nodded towards her hand, which was toying with the lowest part of her trail of black hair.

"I'll know when. Like you said, the longer you wait... how are you holding up right now Garrett?"

"Hearing you talk like that kicked things up a notch. I'm almost done talking."

Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"

"I'm waiting for you to start fingering yourself. Then I'll be done talking."

"That's what you're waiting for?" Michelle slowly ran her tongue along her lips. "I don't want to dis...oooooooooh yes..." Her original sentence was lost to the ages as her wet, willing pussy accepted her entire finger in one smooth motion. The feeling of relief caused Michelle to sigh with her entire body. "That's what you wanted, Garrett?"

"It's a start." His hand was slower on his manhood, but more firm in its grip, more confident. Through the haze of satisfaction, Michelle noticed that Garrett's nipples were hard as well. Would he feel the same things she did if he pinched them and pulled on them? Once again a question for another time. Her focus was on two things at the moment - her fingers inside of her, and Garrett's hooded eyes on her pussy. Michelle felt a rush of heat from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head as she watched Garrett watch her slide her finger out of her body before pushing it back inside with a soft, firm cry of exhilaration.

Garrett sighed with appreciation. "That's so fucking hot. Does that feel good?"

"So good..." Michelle's body felt like a coiled spring as she met Garrett's eyes. "Playtime's over. I want to watch you jack off. I want to watch you cum. And I want you to be thinking of me the entire time."

A quiver passed through Garrett's body, nearly every inch of him shaking at Michelle's words. His hand moved up and down his cock. It looked as hard as stone, barely moving under Garrett's rapid motions. His eyes would sometimes squeeze shut. Nearly everything he did was accompanied by some sort of grunt, sigh, moan, or cry. He stroked his shaft, ran his fingers along the tip, and cradled his sack.

Each motion generated a pulse inside of her. Sometimes it came as her finger was outside of her, helping to keep the continuous wave of pleasure going inside of her. Sometimes it came as she curled her finger against her walls, causing a sharp amplification that made her shake. Her pussy was hot and wet around her finger. As Michelle touched herself, her clit throbbed, begging for attention.

As Garrett's hand moved faster, his eyes still roamed her body, taking in Michelle as she slowly writhed on the towel. She saw him looking at her, and involuntarily shifted her hips, bending at the waist to bring her pussy into view. Garrett moaned as he now had a good view of Michelle's finger moving in and out of her slick interior. Another moan escaped from him as Michelle easily slid a second digit inside of her vagina, causing a loud gasp that reverberated around the room.

The introduction of her second finger seemed to be a cue for Garrett. He rolled over onto his back as Michelle masturbated with vigor, her gasps turning into firm cries as the pressure intensified inside of her. His fingers became a blur on his cock. As he furiously jacked himself off, Michelle's fingers found their way to her clit. A scream escaped her mouth, and her fingers matched Garrett's in speed. The wetness from her pussy allowed her to rub her firm nub with an intensity that caused her to cry out with each pass.

She saw Garrett take a deep breath, his chest rising while he abused his manhood. After a few more strokes, a muffled cry was trapped inside of him as his cock exploded. Thick ribbons of white fluid shot into the air, causing Michelle to push hard on her clit. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching as she watched Garrett cum. Finally, he opened his mouth, a loud "whoosh" escaping from him as he fell flat on the bed. Garrett's face was red as he panted heavily. His chest and stomach were streaked with his essence.

"Oh God... oh God... ohGodohGodohGodOHFUCK!" Michelle's fingers pushed and abused her clit, the skin inflamed as she pushed herself towards her climax. Her skin was on fire, with her nipples cold bullets of iron on her flushed chest. "Uhhhhhh," she called out, trying to push back to delay her orgasm, trading time for intense pleasure. "OhGodohGodohGod..."

"Michelle."

Her brow was slick with perspiration as Garrett looked at her with dazed eyes. "Are you close?" She nodded quickly, a sharp, short desperate, pleading cry serving for her verbal answer.

Before Michelle could react, he kissed her. The taboo action, the breaking of the set boundaries, set Michelle off. His hand was on the back of her head, holding her hair tightly, while his lips pressed against hers, tongue sliding inside of her mouth. Even as her tongue darted and tangled with his, Michelle's pussy exploded. Her orgasm rippled through her. She cried into Garrett's mouth, teeth nipping at his tongue, as her entire body shook from an intense pleasure she could feel in every nerve.

She was at the tail end of her climax, her pussy giving its final spasms, as Garrett pulled away from her. His eyes were intense with lust, but his voice was apologetic. "I'm so sorry," he said as he rolled back to his side of the bed. "I couldn't help it... you just looked so fucking hot."

Michelle could hear his words, but she didn't have the strength or the mental focus to answer him. The soft fibers of the bath towel were comfortable against her sensitive skin. Her chest rose and fell in rapid time. Her hands were loose against the sheets while her pussy ached from the delicious pounding she had inflicted upon herself. Garrett quietly watched as she slowly came down from her climax.

After a minute, she raised one hand. Still looking at the ceiling, she gestured in his direction. "You broke the rules," Michelle told him.

"I did..."

"Don't be sorry." She slowly rolled onto her side. "That kiss pushed me over the top. I've never cum that hard in my life."

Garrett couldn't help but smile. One finger pointed to his chest and stomach. "I look like a damn strudel. I'm going to be sore tomorrow but fuck if that wasn't worth it."

She pulled the bath towel from underneath her body. "Wipe off," she told him. "I'm just going to lie here." He took the towel from her with a quiet thanks and proceeded to clean his cum from his body. Michelle flopped over onto her stomach, hands underneath the pillow at the head of the bed. The room smelled like sex fluids, both female and male. Contentment touched her brain and the rest of her body. She closed her eyes, drifting away as she enjoyed the afterglow of an incredible bout of self-love.

She didn't know how long it was until she opened her eyes. Garrett was lying on his back, hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with a faraway stare, like he was staring at the stars instead of the wooden beams that crossed the roof of the bedroom. "So," she asked, "Were you thinking of me when you came?"

"Oh yeah," he breathed. "What about you? Were you thinking of me when you came?"

"I was thinking of you cumming when I was cumming. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you, Garrett."

"You're welcome. Pardon me." Garrett carefully got out of bed. Michelle looked up to see that his erection had gone down, but his penis was still red and slick from the efforts of the past few minutes.

As he walked around the foot of the bed, Michelle turned her head. "Yep," she said, "the back is just as good as the front. Nice butt."

"Yours isn't too bad either Michelle." Garrett gave a long, lingering look at her bottom as he walked past. She settled her head back on the pillow, her eyes closed. Her thoughts were hazy, unclear imprints of pleasure and warmth.

The sound of a flushing toilet pulled Michelle out of her reverie. "Irina and Gio are still going at it." She looked up to see Garrett, his penis hanging low as it finally recovered from earlier, motioning towards her bedroom through the shared bathroom. "I can see why you came over here. I've never heard Gio be that loud before."

"Do you mind if I just sleep in here tonight? I really could use a good night's sleep after today, and I also don't want to move."

"You can have the bed. I'll grab a..."

"Garrett." Michelle reached behind her and patted the side of the bed where, just a few minutes earlier, she had watched him have an incredible orgasm. "Get into bed. I think you and I are now at the point in our friendship where we can share a bed without any problem."

Garrett slumped in relief. "Oh thank God," he said as he made his way around to his side of the bed. "I'm ready to conk out."

Michelle gave Garrett a weary smile as he climbed into bed and pulled up the covers. She got underneath the covers on her side of the bed as well. "You want the light off?" she asked. After getting a nod of agreement Michelle reached over and turned out the lamp on the nightstand.

"Let me know if... what the..." In the dark of the bedroom, Garrett was momentarily confused as he felt Michelle's arms wrap around him. "Michelle?"

"Mmmm. Still no sex," she whispered into his ear, "but you broke the touching taboo. The punishment is cuddles."

"That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear from you, however, I accept my fate," Garrett said as he put his hands over Michelle's as they rested on his stomach. "Punish me, Michelle, punish me hard."

"If you had only said that ten minutes ago... you smell like booze, sweat, and sex."

"Pot, kettle, black," Garrett answered. "Want me to hop in the shower real quick?"

"You're fine right where you are." A light kiss between Garrett's shoulder blades accompanied Michelle's words. "Good night Garrett. And thank you."

"Good night Michelle. You're welcome."

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Author's Notes

- Hi Steve! This is a ski-themed sex story. There needed to be a douchebag antagonist. He showed up in the original version, but I didn't do much with him. Looking back, I would have edited him out if I hadn't already posted the chapter he was in. This time, though, he has an expanded presence.