Odyssey of Hannah & Laena Ch. 05

Lewis's cock strained against me, returning me to the present moment. The warmth of his cock was inciting my own heat and arousal. My pussy was dampening again, as I realized how horny I was making him.

Trailing my hand back down to Lewis's crotch, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I bit my lip feeling all his fine details. My juices were leaking through my thong and onto his leg. Feeling this, Lewis's cock twitched and became even more erect, tightening my fingers around him.

"Did you want me to finish where I left off?" I softly asked, knowing that I had gotten him all riled up. My failure to finish him earlier must have left him ravenous.

"No, not yet," he replied. My eyes widened, thrown off guard by his response. My mind raced, worrying why he didn't want to. Did he not want another blowjob from me?!

"I want to help you relax more, Laena..." he said.

"Relax more? I am feeling better now, Lewis," I countered, lifting myself off his chest.

"No, you're not. You're still tense, Laena. I can tell. Now lie down and relax for me," he said, sitting up. What was he planning? My heart pounded, wondering where he was going with this. It was unsettling, but also exciting. As much as I trusted him, as much as he had just reaffirmed that trust the way he had comforted me, he was still so hard to read. I couldn't predict how he would act. Partly because he wasn't Hannah, he was a man. And partly because this new level of intimacy with him brought its own learning curve.

As Lewis pulled back the blanket, goosebumps rose from my skin. The warmth of our cuddling bodies quickly dissipated. I shivered, wishing we could stay under the blanket together a little longer.

"Le- Lewis, what are you doing?" I probed. He remained silent. Moving in front of me, he grabbed me by the back of my knees, elevated my legs, and began spreading them apart. I squealed and my mouth parted, realizing what he had in mind.

"Lewis, ar- are you going t-,"

"Yes, Laena, now sit back and relax," he interrupted. "I was supposed to be giving him head, not the other way around!" I screamed to myself.

This whole arrangement I had with Lewis had totally gone off the rails. I felt excited and nervous at the same time. Lewis lowered his head, encroaching into the simmering space between my upper thighs, rife with my intimate aroma. I bit the tip of my finger, watching his head sink closer and closer to my dripping pussy. We were definitely pushing the boundaries. But what were the boundaries? Hannah and I had agreed that there should be no sex. And yet she had let him finger her to a crescendo of hot sensations.

"Lewis, I don't think we should be doing this," I half-heartedly protested. He immediately stopped mid-way down my thighs. What he was trying to do felt wrong, but I was too aroused and horny to truly care. "It's not like we're fucking or anything. Maybe this could be another reward for his being so good to me," I rationalized. "I mean, if he likes my taste as well as I liked his..."

"Oh, sorry, I'll stop..." he urgently said, trying to curb my discomfort. My doubts were making him feel guilty for his attempted actions. But I didn't really want him to stop. We were already this far down the rabbit hole. We might as well go ahead and have some more fun.

Before he could fully withdraw from between my legs, I stopped him. "I didn't tell you to stop..." I mewled.

Lewis backtracked, locking his eyes with mine. "Ar- are you sure? It's okay. If you don't want me to then it's fine. We can stop. I don't want to force myself on you..." he reiterated. My heart melted seeing how respectful and caring he was. This only cemented how Hannah and I had struck gold with him.

"You're fine, Lewis. I'm not going to report you to the police or anything," I joked. Lewis chuckled uneasily, but was still looking unsure whether he should continue.

"Lewis, I promise, you're fine," I reassured.

"You sure??" he repeated. I was growing frustrated with his dithering.

"YES," I said, imperatively. I was on the verge of revoking my consent. Realizing how frustrated he was making me, Lewis gave me a jumpy nod. He ventured back down between my legs once more.

"Good boy," I giggled.

"Ohhh mmhhmm," I moaned, as his breath wafted over my pussy. My wet slit was throbbing with arousal. My neighbor lay prone between my legs, poised to devour my sweet cookie. It was so hot.

His mouth made contact with the minimal layer of fabric that hid my throbbing slit. "Oohh, Lewis," I mewled. My moans prompted him to kiss me right over that pesky thin sheet of salacious clothing. Grabbing his head, I pulled him forcefully into my crotch. His nuzzling encouraged more of my sweetness to seep through my thong. I needed his mouth on my bare pussy.

"Lewis, co- could you take my thong off?" I asked, as I mewled.

"Hmmmm," he hummed into my pussy. His humming sent a buzz of pleasure vibrating through my body. I didn't want to be teased, but I was braced for him to serve me a dose of my own medicine. "Okay," he replied. I was surprised and relieved that he didn't retaliate. Lewis was such a sweetheart.

Pulling his head away from my sopping pussy, he grasped the waistband of my thong in his strong fingers. But before he could begin pulling them off, I stopped him. "Could you use your mouth?" I softly requested. I couldn't help it, I wanted to see my thong between his teeth again. That had been so hot!

Lewis nodded and relinquished his grip. His head again lowered to my crotch, his hot breath again blew across my pussy, like a desert wind across my verdant oasis. My body again quivered in anticipation. Tilting my head down, I watched him intently as he bit into the fabric of my thong and slowly drew it down my legs. God, the scene unfolding before me was just so damn erotic. It was like something out of a hot porno, except it was real, happening right in front of my enraptured eyes. My pussy pulsed, my eyes dilated, and my arousal skyrocketed. Lewis tugged my damp thong down my thighs, past my knees, and then finally over my ankles, leaving a glaze of my pussy juice behind the whole way.

Lewis now knelt in front of me with my thong in his mouth like a puppy with a treat. I bit my lip as I eyed him. His well-toned body posing for me as he did my bidding made me even hotter. Hannah and I had really hit the jackpot with this one. He was quite the specimen: handsome, with a perfect body, great personality, and magnificent cock...

Catching me staring at him, Lewis asked, "Like what you see?"

He was taunting me with my own line. The nerve of this guy! My emerald eyes aligned with his dark globes, as I responded, "Yes." I had to chuckle a bit at the way he was flaunting himself for me.

Dropping my thong from his mouth, he hooked his arms under my knees and planted sensual kisses all along my legs. As he slowly voyaged toward the tropical isle of my steaming pussy, each kiss he emplaced upon the trembling softness of my inner thighs splashed another pulse of arousal through my body. He was doing things to me. It was as if he knew all the tricks of how to turn a girl head over heels. Yet never, since Lewis had first moved into our building, had I seen him bring home a girl. Nor had I seen a girl leave his apartment. How did he know how to do this!

My body quivered as his mouth hovered over my dripping wet slit. I was so horny, I needed him to eat me out. His mouth on my mound, his lips on my labia, his tongue in my slippery slit. "You want to taste my cookie, Lewis?" I asked in a low, seductive voice. He smirked and gave me a nod. "Okay, Lewis, be a good boy and make me feel good. And if you do a good job, I'll return the favor. Maybe a little more, since you've been so good to me," I didn't know what I was implying by that last part. I was too immersed in a haze of lust and arousal to guard my tongue.

Lewis's eyes widened as he took in what I was implying. "You don't mean..." he uttered.

"Lewis, just plant that mouth of yours on this pussy," I ordered, more engaged in what was going on right now than on whatever might be coming next. Like the good boy he was, Lewis acceded to my request and dove right in.

"OHHH," I moaned into the air, as his manly mouth connected with the lips of my throbbing pussy. He gave my slutty slit a nice long lick. My legs twitched in his arms as his sturdy, strong tongue cascaded down over my sensitive folds. My eyes rolled behind my eyelids and I threw my head back at how good it felt.

Lewis lapped up all the sweet nectar that had been leaking out of my slit. He was gentle but forceful at the same time. His tongue eagerly delved deeper, allowing none of my sweetness to escape his wriggling reach. His eagerness confirmed how much he liked my taste. But I wanted to hear it from him.

"Le Lewis, ho- how do I taste," I struggled to get out past the immense pleasure coursing through my body.

Withdrawing his tongue from the depths of my pussy just long enough to speak, he said, "Like heaven," before plunging his tongue back into my wet crevice. My stomach fluttered in response to his terse compliment. That was all I needed to hear. He maneuvered inside me with such ease and precision. His tongue was very different from Hannah's smaller and more delicate instrument. But that wasn't a bad thing. I really liked the feelings that Hannah brought me, but I was quickly gaining appreciation for Lewis's stronger and more powerful tongue.

Wanting more leverage, Lewis wrapped his arms around my thighs and drove his pleasure tool deeper into my sweltering core. My warm walls wrapped around him as he delved down further into my love hole. I was leaking profusely into his mouth. I was starting to worry that he would drown in my juices. He wriggled around dexterously, searching out all my weak spots, every tender bundle of my vaginal nerves. With all the digging he was doing, I was surprised that his jaw wasn't giving out.

After mapping my pussy with his tongue for a few more minutes, Lewis withdrew. My pussy's emptiness left me feeling disappointed and desperate. I wanted to keep his wet tongue snug inside me forever. But when Lewis pressed the tip of his tongue on my clit, a renewed shock of pleasure shot through my body.

"MMMFUCK," I moaned into the air. Hearing me wail out my pleasure, Lewis increased his efforts, deliciously torturing my little fuck button. It felt like I was being electrocuted with pleasure and my brain was on the cusp of short-circuiting. It wouldn't have surprised me if smoke was curling out of my ears. Then that itch sprang back up from deep inside me. An insatiable urge was building: I needed to find something long enough to get all the way in there to scratch it.

Without further thought, I said, "Le- Lewis, finger me like you did Hannah." My mind was so wreathed in a dense fog of pleasure and arousal that I had no idea what I was saying.

Wordlessly, Lewis obeyed my request. Letting go of one of my thighs, he positioned two fingers on my wet slit and pressed them between my slippery lips. My chest heaved and my breathing trembled in anticipation of what was coming next. Hearing Hannah talk about how good Lewis's fingers had felt only added fuel to the fire of my burning arousal.

His digits pressed on into my wet slit, centimeter by agonizing centimeter. At the same time, his tongue remained on my clit, playing with it. I was losing my mind under this irresistible assault of good feelings. My wet walls wrapped around his large, sturdy fingers as he plunged them further into my soaking depths. Hannah was right, Lewis's manly fingers knew their way around illicit lesbian pussy! But as deeply as Lewis was reaching up inside my throbbing pussy, it still wasn't deep enough to scratch that itch that plagued me. Feeling that he could go no further, he began to slowly piston his fingers in and out of me.

"OOH, YES, LEWIS!" I moaned, two intense forms of stimulation ravaging me in combination. Despite how slowly Lewis was moving his fingers, he was still making me feel so fucking good. But greedy little slut that I was, I wanted even more.

"Le- Lewis, go faster!" I urgently requested through my erratic moaning. He did as I bid, increasing his pace, transmitting pangs of intense throbbing pleasure throughout my body. My eyes rolled all the way back and my back started to arch up into the air.

"Ah ah ah, uh uh uh, fuck, like that baby, like that!" I moaned out loud. Realizing what I had just called Lewis, my body burned with embarrassment and arousal. I was too horned up to guard my tongue. It felt so wrong to call Lewis by the intimate endearment, "baby." It was a term reserved for lovers. But at the same time it felt so right. Lewis was in this limbo between being just a friend with benefits and something more. I couldn't put my finger on it.

My train of thought was interrupted by Lewis pressing his tongue harder into my clit. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and hung there: my mind was melting. As if things couldn't get any better, Lewis began to roll his fingers, searching for my secret love spot. My pussy quivered and contracted around him as he felt around inside me. It didn't take him long to find it.

"OH MY GOD!" I squealed, as he triggered my g-spot. "Le- Lewis, ba- baby! Right there!" I was incapable of disciplining my tongue. I was just too horny to care about the subtle linguistic signals I might be sending.

The jolts of pleasure from my clit combined with Lewis's artful fingering of my pussy to send me over the brink. My orgasm was building to an unavoidable crescendo. My clit throbbed as he tickled and licked it so eagerly. My walls contracted rhythmically around his fingers in prelude to my impending mind-destroying convulsions of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah uh uh, Le- Lewis, yes, Lewis!" I moaned. My breathing became jagged as my chest heaved. I could feel my entire body tremble.

Sensing my imminent climax, Lewis dove his lips onto my clit and began sucking it. My back arched into the air; I spasmed like I was having a seizure. Amplifying my pleasure further still, Lewis hummed into my engorged clit. The additional vibrations catapulted me right off the cliff. The sucking, the humming, and the fingering were too much, rendering me brain dead.

"Ba-, baby, I'm gonna cu-, I'm gonn-," I grunted out, rolling my eyes all the back, my body shaking violently as my mind-numbing orgasm reached its crest. My toes curled as my pussy contracted tightly around Lewis's fingers. My sweet nectar gushed out of me; Lewis wasted no time collecting my sweet spill with his mouth. I was enduring one of the best orgasms of my entire life! How did he know how to do this!

Coming down from my climax after some unknown lapse of time, I collapsed back onto the bed. I was completely wasted. I lay there, incapable of coherent thought. I must have depleted my entire reservoir of neurotransmitters... My body was twitching involuntarily as I recovered from my paroxysm of pleasure. I squirmed as Lewis withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty.

As my eyes regained their ability to focus, I saw Lewis sit back up. He found a small towel and wiped his fingers dry. I was disappointed: I was used to having Hannah lick and lap up my juices from her fingers after we finished each other off. I would have liked to see him do the same.

"Feel better, Laena?" Lewis asked, smirking a bit. I heard him, but I was still too weak to respond. I just lay there, limp. "I'm gonna take that as a yes," he concluded.

Leaning down over me, Lewis planted a kiss on my forehead and said, "I'm gonna get you some water, okay?" My stomach fluttered with emotion. Why was he treating me like this? It was like we were boyfriend and girlfriend! And I already had a girlfriend! While I definitely appreciated his kind gesture, I was my own person. And an athlete! I could manage my own hydration. I didn't need anyone to take care of me!

I tried to get up from the bed to show that I could do it on my own, but I was too weak after all, and fell back down. Seeing me struggle, Lewis chuckled a bit. "Do- don't laugh... I ca- can get my own water..." I was barely able to utter. Lewis rolled his eyes and covered me with a blanket, before leaving the room.

As I lay there, I was reeling with everything I had just gone through. Lewis had given me head and fingered me at the same time. It had been my turn to reward Lewis with a blowjob, but it had all gotten turned around, and he had rewarded me with his mouth and more. How could I have let this happen? I ought to have been feeling a little guilty, but I just couldn't summon up any remorse for my failure. Lewis had made me feel so good, he had overwhelmed me with pleasure. And he had gone about it so affectionately and with so much care for me. I was well accustomed to how happy Hannah made me feel, but what Lewis had lavished upon me felt different in some way I couldn't explain. I felt so safe and secure with him.

Thinking about Lewis, I began to ponder what he was to me and Hannah. I wanted to say he was just a friend with benefits. But the way he treated us, it was hard to deny that there was something more. Could he be our boyfriend? That made my face get red. How would that even work? I didn't know anybody who had ever been in a threeway relationship. The more I thought about how tenderly Lewis treated us, though, the more I felt my feelings for him were turning into something new and unexpected. I loved Hannah, don't get me wrong, but I was unquestionably growing very fond of Lewis. And I was sure Hannah felt the same way. Again, I wondered how such a thing would even work?

Lewis came back into the room, glass of water in hand, interrupting my train of thought. My eyes widened at his nudity. Even flaccid, his cock looked imposingly large as it hung between his legs. He sat down on the side of the bed. Recuperating some of my strength, I slowly managed to sit up, too. As I arose, the blanket toppled off my chest and flopped onto my lap.

"Hey," Lewis smiled warmly at me as we locked eyes.

"Hi," I replied, smiling back at him. This moment we were sharing felt very wholesome. I liked it.

Lewis raised the glass of water to my mouth and said, "Here, drink." I quirked my eyebrow at him. "I can drink water on my own, dummy!" I thought. But seeing how sincere he looked, I accepted his offer.

As I drank the water from his hand, I realized how parched I was. Steadying his wrist with my hand, I gulped the water eagerly. It was so cold, so refreshing. I was starting to have second thoughts about Lewis trying to take care of me. I kinda liked being pampered. I began to understand why Hannah liked this. Having someone who made sure that your every need was taken care of, physically and emotionally. I was used to the way that Hannah and I took care of each other, but receiving a comparable level of care from Lewis was taking a while for me to process.

Swallowing the last trickles of water, I let out a sigh of relief. Lewis put the glass down on the bedside table and shifted over to sit in the bed next to me.

Resting his back against the headboard, he asked, "How was it?" I knew he meant how well he had given me head.

Turning to look at him, I replied, "You were amazing... Where did you learn to do that?" Lewis contemplated my question. Sensing something was on his mind, I peered keenly into his dark globes, only to see a faint look of anguish. I wanted to ask him what was wrong. But before I could, his eyes flickered and lit up as if concealing his emotions behind some sort of mask.

Instead of providing a serious answer, he teased me instead. "That's a secret, Laena." I saw straight through him, though. I was remembering something his sister had said earlier: hadn't she mentioned the name of Lewis's previous relationship. Vanessa? No, Veronica. Could she be the one for whom he had learned all of his tricks? As much as I wanted to prod him for answers, I was warned off by the anguish in his eyes. Whatever her name had been, she had clearly meant something to him. It was probably best for now not to dig into that any further.