Cummingtonite

"Good night, Phil, and thank you so much for saving me tonight." Kate leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and as she did I felt her warm, naked breast press quickly, teasingly, into my arm. So much for the erection, I thought, as my cock sprang back to instant life as she rolled over and killed the light.

I lay in silence for a few minutes, head still buzzing from the beer, listening to Kate's breathing, mentally replaying the sight and feel of her perfect body in an effort to commit to my long term memory, and trying hard to ignore the hard, throbbing rod between my legs. I was debating going off to rub one out in the bathroom, but I could tell Kate was still awake and didn't want to do anything until she was asleep and couldn't be creeped out by potentially hearing her former TA masturbating in the next room. It was not going well.

Suddenly there was a bang out in the hallway and then I heard a couple loudly and drunkenly talking in a language I couldn't figure out. I'm usually good with languages and I speak fluent French, but none of the sounds sounded familiar, though it was obvious they'd had a good time that night. I was annoyed. It was 1:15 AM and we needed to be up and functional the next day. The conversation, though, shifted - presently I could tell that it was no longer in the hallway but was coming through the wall behind the headboard of our bed. Of course, I thought, the room next door.

I listened to the drunken jabbering for another minute or so until it finally stopped, and then I heard the shower in the next room turn on. Suddenly Kate spoke up.

"They're gonna fuck."

"What?"

"They're speaking Finnish", Kate explained. "She was telling him to fuck her, and he was saying he wanted a shower first. They argued about it for a bit and now he's in the shower. She ordered him to hurry up or she was going to finish without him."

I was impressed. "You speak Finnish? What part of Finland does the Morgan clan come from?"

Kate punched my arm playfully under the covers. "My Mom's maiden name is Harmaajärvi, you dumbass", she responded. "Kate is short for Katarina, and my middle name is Lilja. That entire side of the family is based up in Thunder Bay where all the Finns live in Canada. I wouldn't say I'm fluent, but I can get the gist of it. And I know all the swear words." She grinned, her perfect white teeth shining in the darkness.

"So if they're already that loud..."

The smile broadened. "We're in for a show. Do you want the play-by-play?"

"Are you offering to translate for me?"

"Why should I be the only one to get to fully enjoy how awkward and hilarious this is going to be?" she shot back, maybe a little too defensively.

"Relax, it's okay. If I have to hear them I may as well understand it." I was worried about my erection, though, which was getting quickly to the point where I would have to get off in order to sleep. Voyeurism had been a kink of mine since my first year in university, where the girl on the other side of the dorm wall from my bed appeared to be trying to break a long-standing school record for the most times getting laid at heavy metal concert volume. With Carolyn at another school a few hundred kilometres away, my first year sex life had consisted almost entirely of quietly jerking off listening to my neighbour's exploits.

Suddenly the water shut off in the other room, and a few moments later, we heard some hurried conversation. I could hear frustration in the female voice.

"She says she's already got herself warmed up but how can he not have a boner? He's trying to get her to suck his dick to get him ready. She sounds a little annoyed, maybe frustrated."

"Whiskey dick?"

Kate giggled. "Sounds like it."

I started hearing low male moans coming through the wall, needing no translation.

Eventually there was more conversation. "She wants him to fuck her now", Kate translated. "But he says he wants to go down on her first. She says she's already warmed up." There was a sudden gutteral female yelp and I could hear what sounded like melting resistance. As the sounds intensified, I realized that the beautiful naked woman a few feet away from me was breathing noticeably shorter. The moans through the wall continued.

"She says if he keeps that up she's going to cum..." Kate suddenly stifled bit of a sigh under her breath, which got my attention. I felt the bedcovers move as she shifted her legs, and from what I could tell she was now lying with them open a little.

By now I was rock hard again, with my cock fully erect and tucked under my waistband. I could hear female moaning at a volume that could wake the dead in the next room, but I was more interested in Kate's breathing, which had become heavier and deeper and maybe just a little frustrated. I debated stroking myself gently, but I wasn't sure I could get away with it.

"They're doing some kind of denial..." Kate breathed, with a distinct edge to her voice. "She's begging him to cum or to fuck her and he keeps saying no." Kate's legs shifted again and were now spread even wider open, though I couldn't detect any movements under the covers. I also noticed she had pulled down the comforter and now only had a sheet covering her top half. In the dim light of the room I could see two pinprick nipples poking through the sheet, casting telltale shadows.

Suddenly the woman next door wailed and male moans were added to the mix, and I could hear the headboard thumping against the wall. "I guess they're fucking now" I said lamely.

"I guess they are", agreed Kate.

We listened for a few minutes. No translation was necessary anymore, as the sounds of sex are the same in any language. I was desperately horny and slipped my hand down to feel the precum all over the head of my cock. I gently rubbed precum under the head, which was nowhere near what I wanted, but was the most I dared do given the circumstances. I looked over at Kate and caught her eye in the low light. Desire was all over her face.

"I'm gonna cum!" said Kate evenly, and while my heart rate shot up I immediately realized she was speaking for the woman next door, making guttural noise at a level that would rival a plane taking off. Seconds later there was a loud male moan indicating his orgasm, then all of a sudden, silence.

We lay still for a few moments as though waiting to see if they were really done.

"Well, that was something else", Kate finally broke the silence.

"So now what?" I asked.

"I don't know" Kate answered in a small voice. Her usual bravado and self-confidence was gone and she suddenly seemed very young and unsure of herself. As I caught her eye, she stared back and licked her lips.

"That was hot" I offered.

"Christ, it was so hot.", she agreed. She shifted again, and suddenly her knees were making a tent in the comforter as she spread her legs further. I continued rubbing the head of my penis, hoping she couldn't tell. The silence was deafeningly awkward.

"Have you got a boner?" she finally asked.

I considered lying, but decided she wouldn't have asked if she wasn't okay with whatever the answer was. "Yes, I do. Are you wet?"

Kate's body shifted slightly and I realized she was checking. Oh God... "Yes. I'm a little drenched down there. How long has it been since you've gotten laid?"

"Since Carolyn", I responded. "Over a year. She was my first and only. How about you?"

"Just over six months."

I was shocked. Apparently her promiscuous phase had really been just an undergrad phase for her. "What about Kenny?" I asked.

"Small town values", Kate responded with a hint of sarcasm. "We haven't had sex yet, though Lord knows it's not for lack of trying on my part. It's not like there's a lot of good men up there, so when he asked to be exclusive I figured I wasn't passing up any good alternate opportunities, either for a relationship or for casual sex. Mainly I go through a lot of batteries."

I laughed. "Shut up!" Kate cried, embarrassed. "A lady has her needs and there isn't always a suitable gentleman to fulfill them. There are no Phils in Kendall Falls."

I did a double-take. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, come on, Phil. Guys like you get taken young and aren't available for girls who are still single in their late twenties. Hell, I probably would have grabbed you myself if it wasn't for Carolyn. I sure tried anyway, but you were always such a gentleman."

If my jaw hadn't been attached it would have landed on the floor, fallen through, and eventually made its way down to bedrock. "You... you liked me in university?"

"Phil, forgive me, but are you really that naive? You never knew I had a crush on you?"

I moved my mouth, but no words came out.

"All those times I came to your office hours?"

"You were a good student! You wanted to understand the material!" I responded, defensively.

"You think I loved petrology that much? You boys are so oblivious! What about all those times I came to your office hours with no bra on?" Kate's voice was a mix of shock and bemusement as I thought back to all those masturbation sessions I had enjoyed thinking about her pokey nipples. "I mean I know I don't have a lot of cleavage to show off, but you never noticed I wasn't wearing a bra? Or how I always hugged you as much as possible?"

"I guess I definitely noticed..." I stammered. I decided not to mention the jerking off after her sessions. "I thought you were just huggy."

"I am huggy", Kate replied, "but not that huggy. And I knew you had a long-term girlfriend, and you'd get in trouble with the university if we banged anyway, but still. We had no hot profs in the department, and you had no idea how cute you were. You were so nonchalant and modest and genuine. I had such a schoolgirl crush on you. A bunch of the girls did. The number of times I fantasized about fucking you in your office..." She sighed. "Did you know sometimes I wouldn't wear panties under my skirt?"

My cock twitched involuntarily.

"Sometimes I'd get so turned on sitting with you that I couldn't concentrate on the material. And you were so professional, always ignoring my advances and focusing on the fucking lab or whatever. I think I liked the denial a little bit, but God, it was frustrating sometimes."

"We can make up for lost time now", I offered lamely. In my defense I was still in shock.

"No, Phil," Kate said, with an air of regret. "There's a reason I haven't been flirting with you tonight like I used to. As much as I want to, and as turned on as I am right now, I'm still in a relationship, and even if I haven't slept with him, I'm not throwing it away for a one night stand. Even if it is the one night stand I've been thinking about for years."

"I had no idea", I finally offered, lamely.

"Well, in your defense, it was probably a good thing you didn't. I was a horny and impulsive undergrad with a healthy lack of appreciation for consequences, and you could have gotten in trouble if you'd messed around with me." Kate rolled on her side, facing me. In the low light I could almost make out the icy blue eyes, now red-hot with desire. She licked her lips. "So if you assume we're not fucking, then what now?"

"I probably have to cum or I'm not going to sleep", I responded truthfully. Kate nodded in agreement. "Overhearing that sex through you is one of the hottest things I've ever experienced. I sometimes get off on voyeurism anyway, but hearing them and you together, my God."

"I'm an exhibitionist, and being naked in this bed with you, my great unrequited undergrad crush, seeing the look on your face when I dropped that towel, overhearing them, and giving you the play-by-play..." Kate let out a frustrated sigh as I blushed. I hadn't realized I was that obvious in staring at her when she was naked and exposed. "Let's just say I'm going to have to sleep in the wet spot tonight even though we're not having sex."

"I'll go jerk off in the bathroom, then?" I offered. "You can stay here since you're naked."

"I'm going to stay right here and rub one out", Kate answered, "and so can you, if you want. We're not touching each other, but I still want to see if that cock matches the one in my old fantasies, and I can justify that in my head that it's not cheating since I'm just rubbing one out, no different from all the other days the last six months."

"All the other days?"

I could feel Kate blushing even if I couldn't see it. "Sometimes twice a day. But seriously, if you're not comfortable with this, you've got about ten seconds to get to the bathroom before my poor, neglected pussy can't take the torture anymore and makes the decision for you."

I sat up and turned to look at her, and nodded. She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, and I did the same. She scrambled out from under the covers and leaned back on the headboard, sliding a pillow under her. I moved to my knees and faced her, looking her body up and down. For the first time I could see all of her: her dark nipples standing erect on her small, taut, perfectly proportioned breasts, her flat washboard stomach heaving with every shallow breath, her permanently tanned skin flushed red across her chest. Her toned, muscular legs were spread, and her perfectly hairless pussy, spread open, with dusky dark and compact inner lips, an obviously erect clit just barely peeking out from under a long hooded shaft, and a smear of wetness across her opening. And her beautiful face dripping with sex: cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, and eyes staring lasciviously and shamelessly at the bulge in my shorts.

"You are beautiful, my God.", I said breathlessly. "The reality beats the fantasy."

She grinned, with a mischievous look in her icy blue eyes as she collected wetness from her opening and started lazily stroking circles around the hood of her clit. "Thank you. Now time for me to get my comparison. Get those fucking shorts off so I can see your cock." I must have looked surprised, because Kate blushed and covered her mouth.

"Sorry. I get aggressive sometimes when I'm horny."

"I like aggressive", I said. "It's not something I've had a lot of experience with, but I like it." And with that I dropped my shorts. Kate's spectacular blue eyes widened.

"It's perfect!", she exclaimed, then instantly covered her mouth with her hand, and blushed again. "Sorry for..."

"Sorry for complimenting me?" I interrupted. She smiled again.

"Your cock is one of the nicest I've ever seen. It's like the perfect length, big without being painfully big, and super girthy. And like straight as an arrow." She sighed heavily and leaned her hand out, coming within inches of touching it but consciously forcing herself to hold back. "God damn boyfriend. I want that in me so bad, but rules are rules."

Wait, I thought, one of the nicest she's ever seen? She'd actually have something to compare it to. I never thought my dick was anything special, but then again, it's not like I'd ever had much of a basis for comparison. Kate stared at it without embarrassment, unconsciously licking her lips as she rubbed herself. I started to stroke.

Suddenly there was another yelp from the next room. Apparently the other couple weren't done. Then, before I knew it, Kate was speaking Finnish, and a surprised female voice on the other side of the wall responded. I could contribute nothing, so I just stared dumbly. Promptly the conversation ended, and I heard the return of a steady rhythmic thumping from next door punctuated by moans.

"So... what?" I asked.

Kate blushed again. "I asked if they minded if we joined in. They said they thought it would be hot. They don't have to know we're not fucking, and I'm both a moaner and an exhibitionist." She paused, and suddenly looked frightened. "Are you okay with that? I'm sorry, I should have asked your permission."

"I'm okay with it, as long as you moan in English too."

"Fuck me!" she yelled in response, as she plunged her middle and ring fingers into her opening. I reached down and began stroking as I moved to a position kneeling between her spread legs. She wrapped them around me, her feet gently touching my butt as I jerked off a few inches above the indecipherable blur of fingers, wetness and pussy below. Kate's moaning was in the universal language of female pleasure, and while moaning wasn't something that came naturally to me, I tried to join in.

I'd like to say we lasted a while, but with all the buildup and the combined 18 months of no sex between us, we both came in an embarrassingly short amount of time. Kate started two-handing her pussy, with fingers on one hand inside and the other a blur her clit, and she screamed and unleashed an incoherent torrent of Finnish and "goddam fuck shit" as her vagina erupted. The guy next door made a "hurrah" noise in recognition as Kate's toned body stiffened and jolted with her orgasm, her legs clenching against me involuntarily. From the next room, there was a female giggle and the sound of mock applause before the moaning and thumping returned.

As Kate finally came down, hair in her face, sweat glistening on her limp body, she finally opened her eyes and gave me the most coquettish look I'd ever seen from a woman. "Are you close?"

"Yes", I grunted. I was.

"Cum on my tits."

"Are you sure? What about Kenny?"

"Don't care. Cum on my tits."

I reached out and touched her right breast and tweaked the nipple and I was a goner. My cum pulsed out the end of my shaft and I grunted as the familiar pearly white streaks soon coated her tits. As I collapsed on the bed I noticed I'd hit her left nipple bang on with the largest glob.

"Bullseye, stud", Kate grinned, as she took her breast in her mouth and licked it clean. I stared. Carolyn always treated my cum like a biohazard. "You taste delicious."

I took her right hand in mine and licked her two fingers. My mouth and nose were instantly filled with the musky, tangy, delicious fragrance of a woman in heat. I only had Carolyn to compare to, but Kate was slightly different. Sweeter maybe? "You're delicious too", I added, lamely.

Kate smiled weakly, then got out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I took the time to appreciate her firm, perfect naked ass as it walked in front of me. The moans next door intensified, and I could feel my cock starting to stir again. Momentarily the toilet flushed and Kate reappeared.

"Was that okay? Are you fine with what just happened" I asked. I wasn't feeling guilty, I was the one who was single, I just hoped she still was fine with everything now that her hormones weren't running her brain.

"I don't know", she responded. "I mean, please don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong. I just... I guess I have some stuff to think about."

"Do you want to talk?"

"In the morning. It's nearly two and I think the Finns are about to cum again. Let's get some sleep."

Kate curled in next to me, wrapping her leg on top of mine. I could feel her breast again pressing into me, and I could still detect heat and wetness against my leg. I kissed her forehead and turned off the lights. Presently I heard the couple next door have their orgasms, and shortly thereafter I drifted off.

I awoke to an unfamiliar weight pressing down on me. As I regained consciousness I tried to roll and realized I was pinned down. I opened my eyes and looked up at Kate, naked, straddling me, an unmistakable look of lust in her sapphire eyes. I looked over at the clock - it was about twenty minutes before the alarm, and the first glow of morning was seeping in through the blinds. I realized Kate's vagina was about level with my waistline, and then realized that I could feel its searing wet heat on my skin. Oh boy.

"It's morning. Can we talk now?" she asked.