Rachel and Stephen Ch. 04

"I think I will turn on the light," I said calmly and oh so carefully. Another hard vibration throbbed against me momentarily, but I was ready, and kept my face smooth and controlled. I reached up and clicked the button on the light, and then, feeling sly, leaned back and put my legs up on the dash. This kept what I had decided had to be the vibrating panties from making as direct of contact and made me look relaxed to boot.

I stopped feeling so smug when another hard pulse started against me, this one going on much longer than the others had. I clenched every muscle in my body and glared pointedly at the book. – and stared... and... and stared... AND STARED INTO HER EYES. Phew, okay, I could do this. The vibration tapered off again, and I glanced at Stephen out of the corner of my eyes, just in time to see him jerk his head back toward the road, looking faintly irritated. Hah. Okay, back to reading. "Jane," he said shakily, "do you know what you're doing?" She nodded wordlessly, knowing that she would give up anything to him at this moment. He grabbed her hand, shoving it onto his hot arousal through his trousers. "This, Jane, are you prepared for what this is, what this will mean? Because this is your last chance to run."

Well, hell. This was not helping at all. I flipped ahead a couple pages ...cried out softly as he tore through her maidenhead, but the pleasure overrode the pain until she was gasping... HELL.

I decided to pretend to read instead of actually reading. I was bored again, but at least the radio was on, and at least I wasn't getting any more turned on. I was afraid if I got much wetter I was going to soak through onto the seat.

Then the vibrations kicked back on and I decided I didn't care if I soaked through, only cared about not moaning in front of Stephen. I decided to try to talk to him, in hopes of distracting him from what he was doing and distracting myself from that pulsing feeling.

"Stephen," I stuttered out, "which hotel are we staying in tonight?"

"Not sure yet," he said. He grinned over at me, but mercifully turned the vibe off for the moment.

"What?!" I said, genuinely irritated. "Stephen, it's 8 pm! You didn't make a reservation or anything?"

"No..." he said, "and I didn't make one for last night either. That was just to get you out the door. Rach, these are tiny towns, you don't need to worry that it will be full." And then that wicked grin was on his face again, and he cut any more protests I might have made off as the vibe suddenly leapt to life against my swollen lower lips again.

The next thirty minutes were utter torment. Every time I decided that Stephen had finally gotten bored with torturing me, the little buzzing sensation would reappear just long enough to keep me on the edge. I fidgeted at first, glancing out the window as our headlights flashed along through the dusk, and finally just clung to the handle anchored to the wall of the cab, clenching my muscles desperately and willing myself not to make noise. I was drunk on arousal and couldn't think of anything but my determination to win, so instead of admitting that this wager had finally gone too far, I counted sagebrush and gritted my teeth – anything to pretend that there was no vibration, no man at the other end of the remote (not to mention a man that I wasn't allowed to be attracted to), nothing but desert. We finally pulled in to the next small town and parked in the surprisingly full lot of the Best Western, which seemed to be the only hotel in town. It wasn't exactly the Ritz, but it looked like salvation to me.

I watched Stephen warily as he turned the key back in the ignition and flicked off the headlights as the engine went still. As he looked over to me, I marveled at the beautiful planes of his face, enhanced by the single streetlight that shone through the window. His lips were soft and full, and his eyes dark and mysterious, and I wondered what kissing him would feel like. I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. I wanted to lean over and kiss him and taste his tongue against mine and beg him to lift me up on to him right here in the truck and fill me and finally finish what had started with the damn underwear.

In fact, I was desperate enough that I was considering going and asking the hobo that I could see going through the dumpsters at the edge of the parking lot to do the same, but I ruled this out as not thinking with my brain.

Anyway, Stephen was gorgeous, and right here. But I couldn't make myself say the words, couldn't make myself move even. Finally, he broke the silence, tilting his head a little at me like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. "So, we should probably get in to our rooms. Seems like maybe you've been a bit impatient to get here." He flashed a few straight teeth at me in a quick laughing smile, and then opened the door and hopped out. Being a gentleman, he carried both the suitcases and I trailed behind him feeling lost as we walked into the pastel lobby. I stood there next to the luggage as he murmured with the receptionist and tried to center my spinning head. All I wanted was to be taken care of, suddenly, feeling lost and needy and wanting Stephen, more than anything, Stephen to pick me up and carry me to bed and help me get over this achy desperate need and back to my normal grounded self. In that moment, it didn't matter that he was my friend or that I wasn't attracted to him. I just needed sanity, and I knew that was only going to come via orgasm.

I wandered over next to him, wondering what was taking so long, just in time to see the receptionist shake her head and say "I'm sorry, but with the off-road race this weekend, we've been booked up for quite a while." Stephen leaned in towards her, reading off her nametag, "Rita, please? My friend and I have been on the road all day, and we have nowhere else to stay. Isn't there anything you can do?" He flashed his megawatt smile at her, and I felt like rolling my eyes as I watched her melt.

She typed into her computer a little more and finally sighed. "Okay, look, I can give you a suite, but you'll have to pay suite price, and it was closed for cleaning so you'll need to wait while I get someone up there."

"Not a problem, Rita. You're a love." Stephen smiled and handed her his credit card.

"Okay, dear, it'll be about an hour," she said, reaching for the phone on her desk.

We walked back outside, and Stephen grinned sheepishly at me. "Okay, Rach, maybe next time I will take reservations a little more seriously... What do you want to do to kill time?"

I considered a few different options in my head. Gosh, let's see. We could go have sex like bunnies in the truck, or go ravish each other on a blanket behind those bushes over there... or we could go to the cheerful looking bar and grille that was lit up across the street.

Bar it was. "How about a couple drinks and a snack across the street? I could use something to help me unwind," I said quietly.

Stephen pulled out a stool for me once we were inside, and we settled in. As I waited for my margarita and cheesy fries, he nursed the beer that was already in his hand and stared off into the distance.

"Stephen? Hello?" I said, waving my hand in front of his eyes.

"Oh! Sorry," he said ruefully, shaking his head, "I'm just a little tired. Or distracted, or something."

Um, okay. Welcome to the club. "So did she say suite?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"Two bedroom?"

My heart sped up a little as he shook his head no, but I knew this was actually a bad thing. With my head stabilized somewhat, I wasn't even sure I actually wanted to take our friendship that direction if he was interested, and I was pretty sure he wasn't. On top of that, this meant there was no chance that I was dealing with this horniness problem on my own tonight without him knowing.

Ugh, oh well. I grabbed a fry from the dish as the waiter set it in front of me and thoroughly burned my mouth. This night was not improving.

*****

Having talked about absolutely nothing of consequence, we finally headed back to the hotel, but I was just relieved that the bet hadn't come up. Stephen had seemed a little subdued, but finally things were feeling normal again. As normal as I could be when sexually frustrated, anyway. I slipped into the door of our suite ahead of Stephen as he pulled the keycard out, and stilled as I flicked on the lights. It was all one giant room – a fridge and stovetop built into a small counter on my right, a dining table and two chairs in the back corner, a giant bed in the center of the room, and a door that probably led to the bathroom on my left. I looked again – definitely nothing but the one bed.

"No couch or anything... Weird suite." I muttered to Stephen.

He just laughed at me. "Rach, stop whining, at least we got a room. I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

Rebelliously, I decided to be grumpy anyways, stalking over to throw open the bathroom door. I sighed inwardly when I saw the shower stall – no tub here. This night really could not get any worse.

We took turns changing into pajamas in the bathroom, and while he was in there I flopped on the bed in my mid-thigh length sleep tee, grabbing the remote and starting to flip through the channels. I barely managed to will my eyes onto the screen as he walked out in boxers and nothing else. He lay down on the bed next to me, and I swear I could feel the heat radiating off of his bare toned chest.

I sighed loudly, and sat up, stacking two pillows behind me against the headboard. "Nothing on... Did you see anything you liked?" I asked, still feeling sullen.

"Not especially," he said. "That old western will be fine though." I clicked back to it, and the last thing I remember is the sight of a cowboy riding across the desert on his trusty horse before my eyelids slowly fluttered shut.

The next thing I knew, I was shifting under a blanket, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to puzzle out what was happening. My pillow was really warm under my cheek, and the bed felt unfamiliar. But what was really jarring was the sound of a woman's loud moans that had woken me up. Groggily, I lifted my head a little ways and then suddenly lurched up fully. My "pillow" was actually Stephen's bare abdomen, and the lump wrapped under my back was his arm. I must have flopped over onto him when I fell asleep, I realized as I scrambled back over to my side of the bed.

My eyes finally cleared enough to look at the TV and find the source of the noise – porn, which the movie must have phased into once it hit late night. I watched for a minute, unable to look away, as a slender brown-haired girl with enormous boobs lowered herself up and down on the largest penis I'd ever seen, screaming and moaning the whole time. My mouth felt dry as the camera zoomed in closer, revealing a pulsing vein throbbing on one side of the well-hung man's equipment, and the sheen of moisture that the girl's shaven pussy was lubricating everything with.

Stephen sighed a little in his sleep and turned his head toward me, and I lunged at the remote and stabbed the power button. I sat frozen, but he didn't seem to move any more. The adrenaline pounding through my system finally faded after a few minutes, and I sank down in the dark bed, relaxing a bit as I stretched out.

The room seemed incredibly quiet and dark now, and I would have felt lonely except for the faint sound of Stephen's slow even breathing. All I had to focus on was the damp heat radiating between my legs as I pictured the scene on the TV again. The more I thought about it, the more I heated up. I could feel my nipples straining against the cotton of my shirt, and it felt like I was on fire, more turned on than I'd ever been. Feeling an urgent need to cum, I suddenly remembered that the panties I still had on were the ones with the vibrating apparatus.

I felt incredibly furtive and guilty as I slipped out of bed and over to the faint pile of dirty clothes I could see against the smooth hardwood floor, but the idea was too appealing to ignore. Urgently, I felt my way through the clothes until I reached the pocket of Stephen's jeans. I wanted to cheer in excitement when I finally fished out a small rectangular remote with a simple circular dial on the face.

I slowly rotated it on with a click, and a faint moan slipped out almost immediately at the soft pulsing against my clit. It faded off quickly, though, to the faintest buzzing, and then to nothing. I frowned, turning it on and back off, but this elicited nothing more than a momentary murmur that I barely felt. Damn, damn, damn. The battery must be dead. So much for my plans of relief, I thought, thoroughly disappointed.

Back under the covers again, I was desperately trying to sleep to the point of actually counting sheep. Nothing was helping, though. My brain was stuck on erotic thoughts – the way it had felt to cum on that road with the naughty feeling of Stephen watching, the way I wanted something to stretch me out like that thick penis in the porno, and the forbidden thoughts of slipping my fingers down to my aching core to bring release. I fluffed my pillow and turned over restlessly, but nothing was helping. It actually felt like my juices were starting to run down my ass. Curiously, I slipped a hand down, holding my breath as I slowly moved it towards the junction of my thighs.

I wasn't really going to masturbate, I reasoned, just satisfy my curiosity about the moisture accumulating down there. I slowly slid my index finger across my inflamed lips, marveling at how incredibly slippery and hot the pool of moisture at my center was. Without thinking, I started to spread the juices around my aching pussy. My finger dipped down into my opening, and then pulled slipperily along around all the outer folds again and again, feeling almost hypnotic. On my third round, I barely crossed against the upper edge of my clit, and I moaned a little as my hips jerked up an inch or so.

At the noise, Stephen rolled onto his side toward me and murmured something in his sleep. I froze everything, even holding my breath. He was close enough that I could feel his warm breath brushing across my left shoulder, and I thought that moving at all might be enough to wake him all the way.

The seconds ticked by slowly. He didn't move anymore and the need I was feeling was only getting stronger, leaving me quivering like a pile of Jello and wetter and wetter at each faint warm tickling across my arm as he breathed out next to me.

I finally slipped off the bed as carefully as I could, tiptoeing across the floor. I stopped just inside the doorway of the bathroom, sinking down to sit on the startlingly cold floor. As my finger slipped down to the forbidden wetness again, I watched Stephen, his face illuminated faintly by a bar of light that had slipped through the blinds. I told myself it was to make sure he was asleep, but the longer I stared, the faster my finger moved.

Experimentally, I slipped an index finger inside myself, feeling the muscles tighten up momentarily and enjoying the liquid heat. I ran the finger up and around my clit, but even that felt too direct. I settled on rubbing the flat of my hand in a circular motion against my mound, stimulating everything gently, letting all those wet swollen parts rub against each other. I was breathing hard after a minute of this, but I needed more. I extended my middle and ring finger and sank them into the hungry mouth of my pussy, letting them push in exquisitely slowly and sink into a faint curl, putting pressure on my inner wall. Oh, God. Molten heat flashed through me, and my eyes closed as I resumed my circular massage. I was moaning faintly, but couldn't control it, jerking a little as I felt myself sinking closer and closer to release, as each circle rubbed across my swollen bud and jerked my fingers up in my sensitive canal.

A soft noise shot through the room to my ears, and my eyes opened. Stephen stood by the end of the bed, eyes trained directly on me. I couldn't seem to stop my hand, even with so much adrenaline and panic rushing through my chest that I thought I might pass out. Our eyes holding each others, my palm rubbed another slow circle, and the faintest noise of pleasure squeaked past my lips.

"Rachel..." His voice gusted toward me, barely a whisper.

"I just... oh, Oh, I just needed to, oh..." I fought to get the words out intelligibly, but lost any attempt to when my eyes fell on the way his boxers tented out, pointing at me like an accusing finger. "Stephenn," I moaned, rubbing faster.

My eyes fluttered again and I thought I might cum - and then he was there, pulling me up and kicking his boxers to the side and trailing hot moist kisses along my neck and ear as he gasped "Rach, baby, let me help, let me help you..." and I couldn't say yes, couldn't do anything but moan and kiss him with all the pent up passion rushing through me. But it was enough, and he backed me against the wall, lips never leaving mine, tongues slipping and dancing against each other. His strong capable hands were slipping under my thighs, pulling them up, and as I felt my arms go around him I realized my right hand was spreading a streak of my wetness across his shoulder blade, but then the very tip of him brushed my most sensitive area, burning me as he lined his cock up to plunge into me, and that was all I could think about.

At his first stroke, I felt the tingling start in my toes, and as he ground into me as I was fullest, I felt myself start to cry out. I realized that this was everything I needed, he was why I had been insatiable, and I gasped his name again and again as my legs locked around him, pulling him into me even deeper. And then all thought was gone, and I was falling, spiraling off. As I finally exploded, clenching tight around him over and over, longer than I could ever remember happening, I felt him gush hotly into me.

I collapsed limply, head nestling into the hollow where his neck met his shoulder, and barely hung on as he carried me over to the bed. I mewed a little in protest when he pulled me off, half-soft cock slipping wetly out of me, but he laid me sweetly in the bed and slipped in next to me, arm thrown across my abdomen as he brushed a kiss across my shoulder and I drifted off into satisfied sleep.