Slowdance

"You don't?" she asked softly, almost teary-eyed, and he nodded. She managed a smile then spoke again. "Okay. You can go ahead."

It was done. She made the jump, the path back no longer an easy one.

Curtis moved his hand and she jumped. Even the slightest movement made her jolt. She sucked in a shaky breath in hopes of steadying herself. The anticipation was affecting her the most. Too many thoughts. Expectations. She needed to calm down.

Curtis pinched the zipper on her dress. He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips before continuing as if he thought anything he could say wouldn't be enough to comfort her. She felt her dress fall open at the back and he brushed the straps away. He pulled the front of the down, eyes now level with her flat where a pale pink bra was strapped tightly around her ribcage. The fact that he was looking made it already too much. She felt restless. Her body threatened to get up and run far away. He helped get the rest of her dress off until she was only left in her mismatched underwear.

"Here. Let me get undressed." Curtis set Halley down carefully beside him like she was made of glass.

She watched him stand up and unbutton his shirt, then undo his trousers. He dropped them both on the floor, then took off his shiny black shoes. With only a pair of underwear on she suddenly felt they were equals. It put Halley at ease, and she could even afford a smile. It was also made easier by the fact he had the cutest body she'd ever seen. He didn't have much muscle in the front, but he was definitely still fitter than she was.

He knelt back down and crawled over her. Halley's heart was racing. Curtis leaned in and kissed her on the neck, sending hot tingles through her body. Reaching around her back he grabbed clumsily for the bra strap.

"Can I?" he asked, and she nodded.

She turned away from him, unable to face the embarrassment to come. He unclasped it after some time and Halley's bra fell from her chest, exposing her pale, flat breasts to the cold air. She had dark, perky nipples that stood up in either direction. Just as she was beginning to grow nervous she looked at Curtis to find him staring in amazement.

"Y-You can touch them if you want," said Halley. Where did she get that from?

Curtis leant down lower into her. She gazed into his eyes. It was almost like he was her shield -- blocking her from anything that could possibly hurt her. Slowly, he put a soft palm to her breast, cupping it as he started a careful and gentle massage. The feeling of being caressed so erotically was thrilling on its own. Halley closed her eyes. She could feel each of his fingers pressing into her skin, touching her so attentively. Once, she even felt a graze over her nipple and it was electrifying. Curtis grabbed her other breast, copying his movements. She wanted more, and desperately hoped he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

The act itself wasn't very exciting, but Halley was overwhelmed by the sensation. Her whole body was lit up with desire. Tingling erupted between her legs and she suddenly felt like she couldn't think logically anymore.

He squeezed and stroked her boobs firmly yet carefully. More tingling came from between her legs the more he continued. Her knees clamped shut on their own in a feeble attempt to stop the reaction. She nibbled the inside of her lip as the pleasure spread all the way through her body.

Putting a hand on Curtis' shoulder she decided to stop him. He gave her a confused look before she began to remove her pair of plain white underwear. She slipped them over her bony legs and tossed them away. Knees parting slowly, her clean-shaven vagina, save for a few dark prickles that had grown back, was now completely exposed to him. He gulped. Below her she saw that Curtis had grown a bulge that pulsed underneath his grey briefs.

The sight of it shocked her a little, but he wasn't ashamed at all. In fact, Halley couldn't take her eyes off it. She laid back slowly in invitation, the anticipation biting at her until she couldn't take it anymore. Something itchy tickled below at her tailbone. She ignored it. Curtis reached for his waistband and slipped his fingers inside. Just as he was about to pull it down, she felt another tickle on her back.

"Wait," she said suddenly. "Something's scratching me. I think it's this carpet..." She squinted, shifting her position around with no success.

"Really? H-Hold on." Curtis sat up straight on his knees and glanced all around him, trying to come up with a solution. Halley immediately twinged with guilt. She completely shattered the mood, just when she thought the circumstances couldn't have been more perfect. He was kind enough to come to a complete stop even when they were ready to start. She hoped neither of them would lose the excitement.

"Here," Curtis said. He had grabbed his shirt from the floor and held it up before spreading it out neatly next to Halley. He did the same for his trousers, then Halley's dress, and overlapped them until the mess of clothes were covering a good section of the carpet. She gazed up at Curtis, somewhat stunned.

"Is that better?" he asked. Halley's heart fluttered. It was perfect.

All she could do was nod, and so she laid down again over the clothes. It was already a hundred times better, and his silky shirt was surprisingly comfortable to sit on.

Curtis re-assumed his place in front of her. He finally pulled off his underwear, his erection springing out. It took Halley's breath away. It was bigger than she imagined -- though of course she had no idea what to expect in the first place -- but it was not too big. Somehow it looked just as neat as the rest of him.

As Curtis leant in closer to her, she was once again whisked away by his beautiful eyes. Her breathing fell into a relaxed rhythm and her head swirled. She placed her hands on his bare shoulders, which despite his intense shivering were warm to the touch. Halley braced herself. After a second longer she finally felt the tip of his penis push past her opening. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked hastily.

"I-I'm fine," she said back to him. If anything, she couldn't be better. "Keep going."

So he continued to push deeper. She could feel it with incredible detail as it sunk deeper and deeper. He stopped moving after what felt like a lifetime. She needed a quick moment to compose herself again, and when she did Curtis indicated he was going to start officially moving.

His hard member drew all the way back, sending shocks of pleasure through her. Pushing back in, Curtis found a manageable pace that got Halley very comfortable. Her knees were butterflied on either side as he thrusted in and out of her. It was the strangest thing she'd ever felt. As his hard member hit every bit inside her tight walls, she could definitely understand what all the fuss was about.

A breathy moan fell out of Curtis' mouth. His face was painted with pleasure, and Halley was overjoyed at the fact that he was loving it just as much. Curtis crawled up closer and repositioned his arms. His wide body was blocking her from the ceiling light almost entirely now. His thrusts became looser after adjusting and he was able to swing his pelvis in and out from a high angle, pushing a squeak out of Halley.

This was one of her new favourite feelings. Laying so helplessly underneath him, she felt totally in his control. It was brilliant.

Halley was close enough to snatch Curtis' lips into another kiss. He pushed back, their mouths locked together tight as he kept a steady momentum with his pelvis. With every push his penis sunk to its maximum depth where his groyne would meet with hers in a gentle touch.

The two continued, passion in the air. Every breath Halley took in was warm and intoxicating, and soon she was addicted. She ran her fingers through her hair, now in possession of more pleasure than she knew what to do with. Her head fell back and her eyes fell closed.

She couldn't stop her voice from leaking out amidst her huffing and puffing, and as the experience went on the sensations flowing through her body only got more intense. Halley pulled her arms up to Curtis' shoulders meekly and coiled her arms around his neck. He seemed to shiver at her touch and his body was tensing up, especially at his hips where he was pumping his hard member in and out of her. It scraped against the top of her cavity and a shudder ran through her.

Every so often his pelvis would clap against her whenever he came down from the right angle. Wanting to absorb as much as she physically could from the experience, Halley caressed the back of Curtis' neck, using her fingernails to part his hair as she moved her hands around in circles. From her position Halley couldn't exactly tell how much noise was being made between the two of them, but all she could do was hope to God what Curtis said before about the upper floor being empty was true, because there was no way she'd stop now.

She could tell they were both reaching their limit, and maintaining the speed and energy was clearly getting increasingly tricky for him. Halley let go of Curtis, as much as it pained her to, and gave him the signal to stop. He pulled out of her, sitting upright for a brief moment to rest. Halley supposed he deserved a short breather after performing so amazingly. She got up at the same time and flipped around, facing away from the wall on her hands and knees, backside in the air.

"Can we try it like this?" Halley proposed gently, her voice coming out dryer than she expected.

Curtis nodded and rejoined her, taking a stance behind her on his knees. Another rush of excitement came from the anticipation. She didn't know where she even got the idea from In her head it merely sounded like a more comfortable alternative.

A hot palm was suddenly placed on her lower back, startling her. Next, was his warm tip pressing up against her entrance.

"Y-You don't have to hold back this time," Halley told him. "I want you to go a bit harder."

It felt odd to be saying something like that since it was not exactly her usual style. That said, everything at the present moment was completely unexplored territory. She was having fun discovering lots of new things she otherwise never would have.

Curtis began to push himself in. She whimpered softly, still not used to how weird it felt. Once his whole penis was inside, though, it was much more pleasant. She got herself comfortable, and when she was ready he started to move.

In this position, it felt the same yet wildly different. He was reaching an area at the back of her cavity that'd missed out the first time, and she couldn't help but adore the way he held gingerly onto her hips as he rocked into her. What stood out the most this time, though, was the rigidness of his cock. His head felt the best out of everything. It pushed and pulled and scraped, and rubbed against everywhere. The way his entire shaft fit so snugly inside her was too perfect to believe. She definitely liked this way a lot. The only sounds that could be heard now were the blending of their heavy breathing and the soft clapping of Halley's bottom against Curtis' pelvis. More tingles rushed to her groyne, and she felt extremely turned on.

Out of nowhere the speed increased and it all became just right. It was exactly what she wanted. The connecting of their skin, with just enough force to drive her wild. Halley tilted her head up towards the ceiling, unable to hold back the string of cries that began to flow out of her. It felt too good to even want to try. She surrendered to the feeling.

There was a point where Curtis slid his hands further up, and the way his smooth skin glided over the lower part of Halley's back sent ripples all through her. She almost buckled under the feeling.

"Curtis..." Halley cried to him softly. "T-Touch me..."

Without responding he moved his hands again. They slid off her back, creeping up her side until they reached her waist. Finally he moved around to her ribcage. There was no other name for it. Pure pleasure. Nerves were at the height of their sensitivity, even a simple swipe of his fingers would take over her brain. He moved again, and she was bracing herself every second. Halley felt his hand come up from under her and grasp her small breasts in a firm yet loving hold. A boy like him would have no trouble reaching over her body.

Curtis massaged them with his thumbs, paying attention to every centimetre of flesh up to her areola. The sheer excitement that came from the fact he was at all this attentive was indescribable. She didn't want him to ever let go.

He wasn't focusing on her nipples at all -- maybe he wasn't paying too much attention to his hands in the first place -- but occasionally while touching her, his fingers would delve over far enough to feel it in her perky nipples, making her shudder with delight every time. Anxiously she would wait for it to happen again, wondering if he was even aware of how good he was making her feel.

Something about the intensely passionate air coupled with Halley's overloaded senses were sending her into a spiral. In a quick crescendo she reached some sort of sensory peak. It was so intense it sent shocks surging from her vagina until a single jolt hit her and she convulsed. It was a fleeting window, and just like that it was gone, and she was stable again. Whatever it was left her almost breathless and wanting more.

Curtis at this point must have only been running on determination and pure captivation to keep him going. Halley didn't doubt he had the stamina, but despite this she could feel it was beginning to ebb from him. They'd already both gone on longer than she even considered a possibility. He was moaning almost more than she was, his adorable whimpers emanating from somewhere behind her ears. Admittedly she found it incredibly sexy; like an animal being guided blindly by instincts.

And yet, Curtis wasn't showing many signs of stopping.

He pulled himself closer to Halley's bare back and she became lost in such a sensual embrace. He held onto her hips tighter as he started to pump his cock in and out of her more and more desperately. Halley wailed. Her hips were soon shaking from the force of his movements.

Over the next minute or two Curtis' thrusts became less like gyrations and more like vigorous pounding. His cock slipped in and out, in and out, groyne tapping against her backside every second. Weren't boys supposed to have a certain limit? How much did he have left in him? It left her a little stunned, but she wasn't complaining about it.

Halley's head dropped, unable to hold it up any more. Her back folded in an arch, willingly taking in everything Curtis had. Finally something felt like it shifted, and his movements were slowing. She knew he was only getting less energetic, not less enthusiastic.

"Ha-Halley..." he moaned breathlessly to her. Hearing it made her hair stand up. It was the first thing he'd said since they started, and it was her name. "I-I'm almost there, but I'm not wearing anything..."

Jaw chattering, she replied, "I don't kn-know..." She couldn't muster up anything more to say. How did he expect her to be able to have a stable conversation right now?

Curtis hugged himself to her back now, sweaty chest against her spine. Her hair had become a wispy mess, draping every which way off her shoulders. She knew he was ready to explode. As much as she was silently freaking out about the consequences of unprotected sex, there were two halves of her mind battling for control in that moment: logic and desire. Her desire was currently winning.

The two of them couldn't stop making noise. Both of their moaning overlapped one another until there was no end. With Curtis' hands on her back, he said her name again. She said his. In a quick flash all thrusting had stopped and Halley felt nothing. In the calm she slowly reigned her breathing back under her control and took the opportunity to quickly rest. Curtis made his final shaky moans before going quiet. Halley sat upright on her ankles and took a curious look behind her at Curtis.

He looked completely exhausted. He dropped to his hands, breathing shaky and shivering all over. She gathered he pulled out of her at the last moment only to ejaculate past their clothes and onto the ugly blue carpet. Strings of his thick white semen were strewn about, the pools already beginning to soak into the fibres.

Halley felt completely worn out, but considering she'd done barely any of the work, she couldn't imagine how Curtis was feeling by now.

As soon as he'd regained a small amount of his perk he seemed to be his usual self again. He crawled slowly over to Halley and sat against the wall next to her, pulling her down into his hold. He laid his arms over her frail shoulders and she hugged them with her own. They sat quietly for a moment. She twisted her neck to look up at his face. His neat hair was a fluffy mess; the presentable middle-part she remembered from before was now tousled and wet with passion.

Halley began trying her best to comb her own hair back out with just her fingers when Curtis spoke.

"That was amazing," he said, voice weary.

Halley agreed. "It was perfect."

He made an approved sound, as if to realise he'd only succeeded after hearing her say it. "I'm really happy."

Halley rested her head back on his chest. "Me too," she said, taking a deep breath. Their warm bodies were touching all over. She wasn't even bothered by Curtis' sweaty skin sticking to her back. She'd also gotten a bit overheated during their endeavour, though not as much as he had.

Halley picked up his hand in her lap. She pulled it up to her chest, his tired body not giving much resistance. She breathed deeply and calmly as she inspected it. It was a little bigger than her own, but not as much as she would've expected. His nails were trimmed and his skin was so soft. Each of his fingers gave way as she turned it this way and that.

Curtis looked down at her. "Whatcha thinking about?"

She shrugged. "Us. Right now."

"Me too," he said. "I can't even focus on anything else. All I can think of is holding you."

As if she couldn't feel more swayed by him. "You're not even worried about leaving?" Halley asked him. "Someone could find us any minute."

It was his turn to shrug. "I wouldn't even really care."

Halley smiled softly to herself. Though she couldn't see him, she had a feeling Curtis' eyes were all over her. Fatigue was settling into her joints and the last thing she remembered was the stroke of Curtis' hand on her head.

-

Halley didn't remember closing her eyes, but when she opened them again she was laying on her own. She had no idea what time it was. She was still undressed, moist and freezing cold. She sat up and looked around for Curtis, as if she was afraid he was only a figment of her dreams, before spotting him a couple metres away, dressed in his shirt and trousers again. He was crouched down to the floor, appearing to be inspecting something.

He noticed her stirring and looked at her. He gave her a loving smile, and she tried to give one back.

"What are you doing?" she croaked. Vision blurry, she tried to blink them back into focus.

"Hey," he replied. "I, uh, accidentally made a mess everywhere. I thought I should go out quickly so I can come back and clean it up." He turned his focus back on scrubbing the dirty spot of the carpet with a wet paper towel in his hand, a pile of other scrunched up towels next to him.

Halley couldn't help but take him in again. Even though they could've ditched this room together and probably never have been caught, he was still trying to leave it the way they found it. Not to mention taking his time and letting her rest when they could've been walked in on at any moment. She sighed, chest fluttering.