Waking Up to Dawn

I had no sooner taken my shirt off when I heard a quick knock on my door. Without my answering, Dawn swung it open and pouted, "I can't sleep yet! You wanna have a drink or something?"

Duh! My heart leapt in my throat, forcing me to clear it before I could croak out, "Sure." I turned back to the bed to grab my shirt, but she quickly stepped in, took a hold of me, and pulled me into the kitchen with a little girl'syay!

Sitting at the kitchen table, I was already feeling a little self-conscious from being half-naked in front of her. She had grabbed a cheap bottle of wine from the fridge and was pouring us each a glass without a care. I had no idea what to talk about, so I just let her lead the conversation (as always happened).

For once she actually showed some interest in my life. She asked about old girlfriends and why I wasn't dating anybody now. Anytime I said something slightly unfortunate she would give me a sympatheticaww and give an adorable little frown. Although I felt that she was patronizing me, I couldn't help but like her attention.

As our glasses became refilled, it became obvious she loosening up a bit. She turned the conversation explicitly from the romantic to the sexual.

"You know, it's weird... Guys, they don't know what they want," she giggled, "Half the time they want an innocent little virgin..." She dragged outvirgin a little bit and batted her eyes at the sky, pretending a look of virtuousness. "And the rest of the time, well, they want a naughty littleslut!" She said that so sharply that it actually startled me. Her eyes were leveled right at mine too, with her mouth slightly open in that sensualI'm in heat look. I was rock hard.

I let out a little laugh, not really knowing what to say. Her teasing always had an air of innocence to it, like she never really meant anything. This was still the same way but... Still, somehow more overt than usual.

"Like, take Zach for instance," she continued. "When we... when we're having sex, he likes to talk dirty to me, you know?"

"Uh... I- I don't um..."

She laughed at me. "Oh! Of course you don'tknow. But I'm like, telling you now. He likes to call me dirty names and pretend to punish me for being this total promiscuous thing..."

Yeah. Pretend. Right.

"...but when we go out, he gets paranoid, you know? Like I'm actually going tobe that way." She rolled her eyes and shook her head incredulously at me.

"Ah, well... I don't know much about it..." I lamely offered.

"I mean, so what if I flirt a little bit, right? It's not like he never does either. Big deal! It's notcheating!"

"Yeah, that's probably true."

She turned her attention from herself to me. "So, are you any different? Did you like your girlfriends to benaughty?"

I swallowed hard. The awkward look on my face must have been palpable.

"Come on, I told you aboutme..." She said it so seductively. Maybe it was her charm. Maybe it was the alcohol. But for whatever reason I actually opened up a little.

"Sure, I guess... I mean, I'm like any guy..."

"Oh!" she exclaimed with surprised joy. "Details!"

"Well, I dunno," I was getting sheepish again.

"Come on! Tell me the kinkiest thing you did with your last girlfriend!"

"Uh, well... She dressed up in a schoolgirl outfit, you know," I felt so lame, "...It was uh, popular for awhile, you remember..."

Her face flushed in a huge grin; one of pure satisfaction and glee, like she just caught me in something. "Ooh! Did she pretend she was eighteen again? Or is that notnaughty enough... seventeen?"

My face managed to flush an even deeper red than usual. "No... noth-nothing like that..."

"Aww!" she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "That's what I would'a done... A tiny little plaid skirt and, what, knee-high socks, right? And I'd talk younger, I'd say,'Sir, I'm sorry I misbehaved in class today... I'm here for my punishment'... Right? I bet that's what you'd... whatguys' would like to hear."

My heart was racing in my chest. I don't think I even blinked, just watching her talk. Somehow her describing it was even hotter than my actual memory. It seemed like a full minute passed in silence as she just watched me sit there, as if waiting for a reply. I managed to mutter some kind of agreement.

"Hmm, maybe I'll do that for Zach..." She got up from her seat. I stared hungrily at her body, imagining it in a schoolgirl uniform. She traced her hands up the back of her thighs and rested them on her pert ass. With a little swat, she said, oh so quietly, "He'll definitely want to spank me..."

I couldn't believe this. Closing my eyes, I rubbed them with my thumb and forefinger, wondering why she was tormenting me like this. At least I was still sitting down; my throbbing hard-on was mostly hidden from view.

"Do all boys like that?" she piped up, drawing me out.

"Huh?" I opened my eyes.

"Spanking," she purred. "I mean, is that a popular thing?" She asked so naively, as if she wasn't perfectly aware exactly what any man liked.

"I uh, I dunno."

"Well, what about you?"

"It- it depends, I guess..."

"Oh what?"

"On the- on the girl."

"So, like your ex-girlfriend? Did you want to spank her?"

"I uh- I dunno, she wasn't really the type..."

"Ooh, tell me! What's thespanking type?"

What a fucking inquisition! I didn't know how to answer her just then. I was feeling sorely uncomfortable, that this was in no way under control. But she kept looking at me with those eyes that just convince you to keep going, despite yourself. "A... atease!" I blurted out.

She was standing fairly near me. I think I actually managed to stunher for once. The silence was heavy as she leveled her gaze right at me. Her jaw was a little crooked as she stood there, reflecting on what I had said. Taking a step closer to me, her mouth quirked up a little bit. Now she was right next to me.

Despite my racing heartbeat, my breaths were shallow. I could feel the heat between us. She pushed forward over my chest to reach across the table, forcing me to lean back to give her room. That just encouraged her to bend unnecessarily further over to reach an empty glass. Her torso was practically horizontal now, but she kept her legs mostly straight... sticking out her assperfectly. I couldn't help but to gawk at it.

"Hmm," she mused to herself. "So you want to spank atease..."

She could probably feel the tent in pants across her stomach. I swear to you, my hands almost had a mind of their own right then. How bad I wanted to just run up those perfect legs and cup those tight cheeks... Once she grabbed the glass, she swiveled her body away from me, turning her ass into my lap as she turned.

The sensation got the better of me and both of my hands instinctively went to her hips. My palms tentatively rested against her shorts, my fingertips gingerly touched the skin of her legs just below the hem.

"Oh!" she let out with a little moan. "Sorry about that..." She stood straight up then, and my hands fell away to my lap. I got one last, close look at her rear before she nonchalantly skipped into the kitchen, putting away the glassware. With a little bump into the countertop, she giggled, "Whoa oh! I think that was the sauce..."

I laughed a little, realizing the situation was being diffused.

"I think I can probably check out now... Thanks for the chat!" She beamed at me, stretching her arms high, making sure I got a great view of her long, flat stomach. I nodded ano problem and waited for her to leave before I got up. She didn't.

"Are you going too?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"Well get up so I can turn the light off for us!"

There was no sense fighting it. I raised myself from the chair and tried to ignore her obvious grin as she stared at my rock-hard cock. To add insult to injury, it had sprung loose from beneath my boxers and had been rubbing against the fabric of my pants, so she could probably see little wet dots of pre-come. Satisfied, she giggled a goodnight to me and turned off the light. Before she retreated into Zach's room, she advised, "By the way, better not tell Zach about this. Wouldn't want him to get jealous that I had a drink with...another man!" She said those last words with mock dramatization and playfully rolled her eyes. I agreed and said goodnight.

IV

I usually left for work pretty early in the morning, but today I was going in late. That meant Zach would actually get out the door before me. I guess that's the setup that allowed the following event to happen.

I had only been in the shower for a few minutes. I had already washed my hair and was soaping up my abdomen and dick. I'll admit since I was in no hurry this morning, I was enjoying myself; sliding my hand back and forth and thinking about Dawn. It had only been a few days since our last little chat, but since then, I couldn't help but fantasize about her relentless teasing and imagining her begging to be spanked. Of course I had no intentions of making a move on her but... Well, it was nice tothink about.

So you can imagine I was a little lost in my own world. I didn't hear the bathroom door open. What Idid hear, to my own mortification, was the shower curtain getting pulled back and Dawn breathe out, "Hey, I'm in aserious hurry. I'm gonna hop in, kay?"

My eyes shot open and I think my entire body hopped at the shock. There was her face, peaking around the curtain, looking straight at me with those big eyes. She had said it so matter-of-factly... how does she do that? I realized my hand was still on my soapy, hard cock and I immediately let go, which made it bounce and displayed my erection even more obviously. "Uh, I'll just- um, be thirty seconds..."

With a near-imperceptible grin, she slipped back behind the curtain, calling out, "No, don't worry about it." For a second, I assumed that meant she would wait me out, and she just wanted an excuse to catch and embarrass me in the shower. Nope. The next thing I know, the curtain is flinging open as she is hopping into the shower with me, completely nude.Holy...

Let me take this opportunity to describe that this is not your fancy showerand bathtub model. It was just one of the little ghetto stand-only shower stalls; that is to say, room forone. So you can imagine my anxiety at this situation. My first fear came to mouth, "Whoa! Uh, Zach?" For all her effort to make sure he didn't see her most blatant flirtations with me, this seemed outrageous.

"Oh, don't worry about him..." she pushed her body against mine and moved between me and the water, beginning to rinse herself down. "He left already."

My brain was going at warp speed. I think I actually heard whistling in my ears, I was so over-stimulated. Was this happening? Was I actually staring at her completely naked tits, watching the water run down her chest, over her nipples, down her stomach, between her legs... I was so nervous; maybe under different circumstances my hard-on would have died down. But at this point, it actually ached.

There was probably some faint thought in the back of my mind that told me,just get out of the shower. If it was there, it was without a doubt deafened byDawn's naked! I gawked at her like a moron until she interrupted my trance.

"Sorry about this, I amso late!" She grabbed the soap and was lathering her tits and stomach up. Ignoring me, she stood right in the middle of the little shower so the water hit her comfortably. I was backed right up against the wall, but I was still right next to her. My dick pulsed with each heartbeat; it was literally inches from her... As she continued to soap up her front, she bit her lower lip and gave my erection a good look. "Did I... interrupt something?"

Oh Jesus. "I- uh- no! You, um..."

She let out a giggle and held down her hand with the bar of soap. She was holding it out for me, but it was resting right down at my cock,right next to it. I mean, her fucking hand was parallel to it, standing proudly at attention. "Come on! Do my back, I said I'm in a hurry!" She pushed the soap toward me and her pinky and ring fingers lightly brushed against my hard-on. With a sharp intake of breath, I grabbed the soap from her.

Dawn immediately spun around and began to rinse off her chest and arms. I stood there with the soap in hand for a moment, wondering if she actually meant what she said. As if to answer me, she shot me an annoyed glare over her shoulder. "Help me out!" As if afraid to offend her, I lathered up my hands at once and began rubbing the soap into her shoulders and upper-back.

I became completely transfixed by my own actions; delicately but firmly massaging the soap into her. I'm not sure if I was giving her such attentive treatment because I was in heaven getting to rub my hands along her back, or if I was afraid to speed things up and actually soap lower.

"Ah... That feels great but, do the whole thing!" she insisted to me.

I stopped massaging and just went to tentatively soaping up her mid-back. My hands stayed mostly in the middle of her back; I was nervous to stray somewhere that I shouldn't. But occasionally she would turn her body a little one way and my hands would slip along her sides, my fingertips nearly wrapping around to her stomach or the sides of her tits.

Next thing I knew, I was soaping up her lower back, staring at her perfect ass,so close to my throbbing cock. Suddenly, she took a big step back and began working to wash around the inside of her thighs. There was no more room, and her body was actually pressed up against mine now. My hard-on literally slipped between her legs. I grunted out a startledwhoa! My soapy hands instinctively wrapped around her hips.

The feeling of her skin brushing against my cock was exhilarating. It sent a rush of blood through my body so fast that, for a second, I was light-headed. Dawn rubbed at her thighs and pussy with one of her hands. When they went between her legs, her fingers brushed up against the tip of my member and ran along the underside of it. I bit my tongue to prevent myself from moaning.

In an instant, she flipped around and was facing me. She let the water run down her shoulders and rinse off her back. I was looking right into her trademark smile: disarmingly casual yet subtly mocking. "This must look really bad, huh?" she grinned.

"Uh... h-huh?"

"If Zach saw this, he wouldflip! But it's not like we're fucking or anything..." She saidfucking so offhandedly that it actually made sense. "You're just helping a girl out in a hurry!" she cheered.

Yeah. Sure.

"I'm glad you're so cool about this. Other guys would think this wascheating or something. People need to relax!" When she saidcheating, she pushed her waist forward and looked behind her shoulder to rinse off the last bit of soap from her lower-back and ass. By doing this, she pushed my still-hard cock between her legs again, running along the outside of her pussy. I closed my eyes in agony.

She opened the shower curtain and moved to step out. Of course she leaned forward and pushed her tits against my chest, dragging her nipples against me. I felt the last bits of amazing sensation on my dick as she moved to step out of the shower, freeing me from between her legs. On her way out, she playfully traced a finger across my erection and chirped, "Thanks a lot; you can... finish up now!"

I saw one last smile as she whipped a towel off the rack and closed the shower curtain. I heard the bathroom door open and close. Paranoid as I was, I actually peeked out of the curtain to make sure she actually left. Taking a deep breath, I tried to relax a little bit, feeling bottled up tension in my shoulders. With the soap, I attempted to just go back to washing myself, but it was no use. Before I knew it, I was jerking myself off right there, fast and hard.

Imagining the feeling of my cock between her legs, I started to breathe faster. If only I was actually in that goddamn pussy of hers... But no, then she'd becheating... The thought of it made me so desperate. I don't think I had come that much in a long, long time.

V

"Come in here!"

It was only a few days sincethe shower when I found myself alone with Dawn again. Zach was gone playing poker for a boys' night out. I could've gone, but I didn't. Chances are that under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have gone with him anyway. But now, I had to admit that with the near guarantee that Dawn would be crashing at our place, I had even more reason to pass on cards. She had been holed up in Zach's room for a couple hours but, sure enough, she was finally calling to me.

"What is it?" I called back.

"Just come on!"

I moved to the doorway to see what she wanted. She was standing proudly by the bed, which had towels lain over it. I bunched up my forehead and looked back at her.

"I thought, you've been so nice to me, it's time I pay my share!" she chirped. "Take off your clothes!"

Huh? I wasn't expecting that. "Sorry, what?" I shot back defensively.

"I'm gonna give you a massage! Strip to your boxers!"

I began to blush. "I uh... That's not necessary..."

"Oh please. I would've thought we'd be passed this by now... I mean, you don't have anything left to hide!" She giggled a little. I was still apprehensive. "Oh gosh, fine! If it'll make you feel better, I'll do it too." She was already tugging her shirt up and over her chest as she said that. As she threw it on the floor and began undoing her jeans, she shot me an impatient glare. "Let's go!"

So the next thing I knew, despite myself, I was stripped down to my boxers; she was down to just panties and bra. I only got a short minute to drool over her body before I found myself lying on the bed on my stomach, with Dawn sitting over my ass, straddling me with one leg to each side. She was attentively rubbing my neck, shoulders and upper-back. I'll tell ya, it felt damn good.

At first, as usual, my blood was racing from her hot body being so close to mine. Her initial touch on my back felt amazing, and I reveled in the extended contact of her skin on mine. I was thankful that I was on my stomach and she couldn't see my growing hardness. After a little while though, I actually managed to relax and calm down a bit.

We didn't talk too much. She chatted mostly on her own for a time; I would occasionally reply back with a tranquil moan. She told me she could never just give Zach a massage because he was too impatient; he would just want sex right away.But not you, you can just lie there and relax like a good boy. Sure. Wouldn't think of fucking.

After awhile she gave up talking and just quietly hummed to herself. She worked my lower back, then skipped all the way down to my calves. I felt myself growing again as she worked up to my thighs. I was surprised when she actually began kneading my ass through the boxers. It felt good, and I tried to relax and not make a big deal of it. But knowing she was consciously fondling my butt was a little too much to ignore.

I'm sure she knew that.

"Okay, flip!"

I panicked. She didn't care. Her fingers were digging under my shoulders, helping to push me over. She got off of me just long enough to roll me onto my back, and then she straddled back on right above my waist. I looked helplessly up into her smiling face as she went back to her little hum and began working the front of my shoulders and chest.

There was no helping myself this time. Now I could actually see her mostly-nude form as she worked away on my skin. And my chest was way more sensitive than my back. I actually twitched and stifled little laughs when she worked into my stomach because it tickled. The sensations were too much; it shot straight between my legs and gave me a serious hard-on. I knew she could feel it behind her, tenting up rear of her seat. She didn't mention it.