While The Cat's Away...

A really quick one, just an idea I had which may or may not go further depending on the response it gets. Feedback and messages are very welcome.

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Amber's bedroom window was open, the curtain flapping in the breeze as Mark looked up. He turned his head and watched as a car approached along the road but turned at the end of the block and disappeared slowly in to the quiet suburban night. He looked back up, then across at the other windows, all the lights were off. He checked his watch, it was a little after one. He raised his hand and gripped the drainpipe, lifting his foot on to the lattice between the wisteria and pushing himself up. You could say what you liked about Mr Lawson, he may be a controlling nutcase with ideas about his daughters that belonged to the fifties, but the man could make a sturdy bit of trellis. Another car appeared, cruising slowly along the road, Mark flattened himself against the outside of the house as best he could.

"Jesus, don't these people sleep?" he muttered to himself, praying that the occupant of the car wouldn't turn and spot him.

The car didn't stop and Mark breathed a sigh of relief, hauling himself up to Amber's window and peering in to the darkness of her bedroom.

Amber's parents were bordering on the fanatical, always going on about 'a healthy body and a healthy mind', fuck knows where they'd got their ideas from, Amber had said that both sets of grandparents were perfectly decent, normal people. Her parents had them all exercising every morning, running as a family up to the ridge over-looking the town and back again while normal, unhealthy people coughed through their first cigarettes and swore never to drink again. Amber didn't drink either, so Mark had got his courage this evening from knocking back gin instead of beer or whisky. She'd been quite clear that the taste that lingered in his mouth from gin was preferable. Anyway, Mark reminded himself, Amber's psycho father was away at the moment, out of town, so he was already feeling pretty confident. If the worst came to the worst he'd have to deal with her mother, not something he wanted particularly but she was far less likely to chase him down the street with an improvised weapon of some kind.

The lump under Amber's duvet moved and let out an impatient sigh. Mark grinned and pulled himself in to her room, slipping his shoes off his feet by the window and quickly pulling his shirt off over his head. He approached the foot of the bed and ran a finger across the sole of Amber's bare foot protruding from beneath the covers, she squirmed, her foot quickly disappearing. Mark smiled and pulled his jeans open, lowering them along with his shorts and easing them over his feet. He lifted the end of Amber's duvet and looked down at the pair of legs in the dim light.

They'd had this arrangement for a couple of months now. Amber's parents were pretty vocal about their thoughts on her having a boyfriend, let-alone him being in her bedroom. So she'd leave her window open and he could sneak in, they'd have to be quiet but they could manage that. There'd been times when not a word had been uttered between them, their bodies doing all the necessary communication. He'd slip in between her thighs, find her wet and eager, they'd gasp and moan their way through their cautious love-making and he'd leave her panting as he pulled his jeans back on and climbed out of her window. The next day at school they'd be able to whisper to each other how good it'd been, maybe even duck out of sight for a quick fumble, hands frantic under their clothes.

Mark knelt on the foot of the bed, holding the duvet aloft and staring down at Amber's body lying face-down. Her legs sightly parted and stretching up to her bare arse. He ducked his head down and let the duvet fall on to his back as he crawled up her body, kissing her calves, the backs of her knees, feeling her move impatiently in the pitch darkness. His heart began thumping harder in his chest as he reached her butt and gently kissed each cheek, massaging them with his thumbs. Amber groaned in to her pillow then pulled it out and placed it on top of her head, muffling her contented little sighs even further. Mark grinned and continued up her body, feeling his way with soft brushes of his fingers and long licks with his tongue, he knew that drove her wild.

Turning his head he licked down her flank, low beneath her armpit, nuzzling the tender flesh and softly grazing it with his teeth.

"Mm, yeah," she groaned from somewhere under the pillows.

Mark resumed his journey up her spine, lightly biting her shoulder blades before moving on to the back of her neck, brushing her dark hair aside with one hand while the other took his weight, holding him above her, his knees between her thighs as she spread them wide for him. He lowered his head and bit the back of her neck, sucking it hard as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Moving his head he kissed along her shoulder, licking her skin and then opening his mouth wider to bite again. Amber moaned something incoherent and wriggled away from his teeth. She was right, he was getting carried away, no biting anywhere it might be seen, that was one of their rules. He kissed her tenderly and moved back to nuzzle against her neck.

"New body-wash?" he whispered.

Amber moved her head under the pillow and he guessed it was a nod.

"It suits you," he replied, "smells kind of, enticing."

He grinned and kissed back down to her shoulder blade, biting her again. She lifted her hips, bumping her butt up against his body and grinding it against him.

"You want it?" Mark hissed.

He shifted his weight, moving his hips up and feeling Amber radiating her hunger as his cock neared her eager body. He closed the gap, feeling the first touch of her tumescent lips against his throbbing head, she moaned and pushed back with her body, obviously wanting him to enter her. Holding himself above her always made him feel like an animal dominating his mate, but the way she was lifting her hips to tease herself over the tip of his manhood made him want to take his time, to deprive her of what she was requesting for just a little longer. He lowered his head and sunk his teeth hard in to the edge of her back, hoping it was low enough to be covered by a tanktop.

"Fuck!" she groaned, slumping back down flat on her bed.

Mark reached down and ran a hand up the back of her thigh, dipping it down until his fingers pressed in to the hot apex, finding her wetter than he'd expected. He turned his hand, groping her butt hard, smearing her juices on to her body then crawling backwards to lower his mouth and lick her clean once more. Kneeling again he grabbed both of her cheeks, squeezing them, pressing them together then spreading them apart, wondering how she'd react if he bent down and brushed his tongue over that inviting, twitching little hole. He settled for biting the firm flesh of her arse instead, licking and gnawing his way back up her body until he was once more positioned above her. She raised her hips again, immediately finding Mark's thick cock and brushing herself against it. Mark relented, pushing forward and feeling his bulbous head penetrate to Amber's humid interior. That moment when he squeezed through her tight little hole always felt so good. He pulled back, savouring every exquisite second as he exited her, moving his hips to circle her lips, slowly, his lust disgruntled and growling deep inside him until he popped his head back in to her body.

"Fuck that's so good," he breathed, "I've been looking forward to this all day."

Beneath him Amber wriggled her body, grinding herself up.

"That pair of jeans you were wearing today," Mark groaned.

They'd been impossibly tight, she'd sat in front of him in the classes they'd had together, pushing them down as she sat in her seat, showing him that she was naked beneath them, then bending over her desk when the bell had gone, the contours of her lips clear as day.

He pushed himself deeper and she contracted around him, that was new, she'd never done that before, squeezing him inside her, massaging his length.

"Ugh, n-uh, uh fuck," he gasped.

Amber held him tight, he could feel himself throbbing inside her. When she released him he pulled back and thrust in hard, eliciting a sudden whimper. As he pulled back again she raised her hips higher, seeming to invite him to continue. He plunged back in with a grunt, grinning as she whimpered again, the noise morphing in to a wanton moan as she ground back against his fully impaled spear.

"You want it harder?" Mark hissed, leaning down to the base of her neck and biting her again.

He felt her push her butt up against his body as if she were trying to sink him deeper in to herself. With a wicked grin Mark eased himself back out until Amber's lips teased around the swollen head of his cock as he circled her. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he drove himself fully back in to her, feeling her body accept him and close around him, tensing and locking him in place. Slowly she began to massage him again until he was permitted to move inside her once more.

He thrust with his hips as she convulsed around him, their bodies seeming to synchronise in to a perfect rhythm as they danced together in her bed. The only sounds were the occasional wet slap of skin on skin and muffled grunts and whimpers of mounting pleasure. Mark was up on his knees now, having pulled Amber's butt up until she knelt before him, her body still beneath her duvet as he fucked her. Normally he wouldn't dare be so brazen as to kneel naked in the middle of her bed, if someone walked in there'd be no quick cessation of action, no chance to lie still and hope the extra large lump in the bed was dismissed as a trick of the dim light. Tonight felt different though, the way Amber was moving encouraged him to do what felt right.

Amber pushed her thighs together, tightening herself around Mark, he slowed for a second, his orgasm glowing up like a beacon in the night. She was pushing back harder again now, her moans and whimpers becoming pants and urgent gasps as he slotted himself back and forth between her tight lips. Her body moved, obviously she was raising herself up on her hands under the duvet. Mark grinned and tightened his grip on her arse, his body slapping against it as he pounded her, caution thrown to the wind with regards to how much noise he made.

"Fuck you're good," he grunted, "fuck, you want me to cum in you, huh? In your tight pussy?"

Amber nodded her head desperately, Mark felt her fingers slip around the base of his cock, exploring his girth as she lubricated them then began teasing her clit. Her free hand reached up and grabbed hold of the headboard, taking the weight of her upper body as it rocked back and forth on Mark's cock.

"Uh, oh God I'm nearly, uh, oh fuck," she panted, her usual perky lilt replaced by a deeper needy utterance.

He pounded harder in to her tight pussy, his body slapping against her bare arse. Fuck she was good, she was squeezing him as he moved back and forth, dancing her lips around every inch of his thick, hard cock. She was matching him, thrust for thrust, fucking him just as rampantly as he fucked her. Usually she was very willing and occasionally she'd lay him on his back and take control, but this was something else, this was a mutual fuck, two bodies becoming one. Mark liked this new side to his girlfriend.

He could feel his climax surging up, ready to gush as a torrent in to Amber's body. She was bucking and writhing on him, squeezing him, milking him as she came, her body continuing to spasm around him as he pushed himself up and over the edge on to the summit, erupting, sending a wave of his semen deep in to his girlfriend. One hand stayed on the clammy flesh of her arse as he reached up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Another spurt fired off inside her quivering body, seemingly sucked from his pulsing shaft by her contracting lips.

"Fuck," Mark sighed. "Fuck me. That was the best ever."

He dropped back on to his haunches and slowly pulled the duvet off her body, exposing her figure still on all-fours but limp. That'd been incredible, he wanted to turn her over and kiss her, to lay in her arms for the rest of the night or at least for a while before he left. Jesus, she was good tonight. She raised her head, her fingers leaving her clit to brush her hair back behind her ear before she turned and looked over her shoulder.

"Is that how you do it with my daughter?" she smirked.

"Mrs Lawson?" Mark gasped, enough blood finally finding its way back to his brain for it to catch up with his eyes.

Amber's mother rolled over and leaned back against the headboard, pulling the duvet back to cover herself a little.

"What the fu-"

"There'll be no cursing!" she snapped quickly, her face then breaking in to a huge grin, "I'm kidding Mark," she winked.

Mark backed away, getting to his feet and absently covering himself with his hands.

"Why so modest?" she laughed, rolling over and reaching to Amber's bedside cabinet.

"I, er," Mark began, dumbfounded.

"You, er, what?" Amber's mother mocked, one hand rifling noisily through the contents of Amber's drawer, "ah, here it is," she announced to herself, sitting back up with a packet of cigarettes. "Want one?" she offered.

Mark shook his head slowly as he watched Mrs Lawson pull a cigarette from the box with her lips and then take the lighter out too.

She sucked back hard, holding her smoke as she rested her head against the headboard and closed her eyes, bliss sweeping across her face before she exhaled in a long column straight up.

"Nothing like a good smoke right after a good fuck," she sighed, "of course, this isn't much like a good smoke, what the hell are these things?" she picked up the box again and looked at it. "Still, no complaints about the fuck," she winked, a salacious smile looking Mark up and down again.

She took another drag and laughed quietly as she gazed lazily at Mark; he was still rooted to the spot at the foot of the bed, both hands covering his crotch.

"If you don't let go of that you'll go blind," Mrs Lawson laughed. "Relax Mark, come and sit down. You're not in trouble." she sighed as Mark stayed where he was. "OK, I suppose you deserve some kind of explanation."

Mark crouched down, keeping his eyes on his girlfriend's mother as his hand reached for his jeans. He straightened up and bent forward to pull his shorts back on.

"You're not leaving us already?" Mrs Lawson laughed.

"Mrs Lawson, please, can I just-"

"Call me Anita, for Christ's sake Mark, you just fucked me silly, I think we're past such formality." She sighed and rolled her eyes, beginning to get impatient.

"Sorry, Anita," Mark began again, "I'll just go, you won't hear from me again, I promise, I'll leave Amber alone too, can I just go?"

"You're free to go if that's what you want Mark, of course," Anita replied, sitting up and shrugging, holding the cigarette between her lips as she pulled her long dark hair back and fixed it in a ponytail. "I'll tell Amber that you had to go, I dare say she'll be a bit disappointed, I know I would be."

"Where is Amber?" Mark asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Anita grinned, moving to the edge of Amber's bed and getting to her feet.

"I was hoping you'd ask that," she said, a smile toying on the corners of her lips, "if you're quiet I'll show you, maybe it'll explain a few things."

Anita took Mark's hand and led him to the bedroom door. She stopped and picked up a gown, slipping her arms through the silk sleeves but leaving it untied across her body. At the door she stopped and turned to face him and putting her finger to her lips. Mark nodded and stepped out on to the landing behind her, glancing down to check out her butt just visible below the gown as she walked in front of him. All that exercise really did keep her in good shape. OK now he knew who she was and could see her properly it was obvious that she wasn't quite as trim nor firm as her daughter, but she'd still pass for someone ten years younger than she was.

There was a soft orange glow under the door of one of the back bedrooms. Anita held her hand up to Mark's chest, stopping him and tilting her head as she listened. Mark concentrated for a second and heard a soft moan. Anita flicked her eyes up to meet his and grinned, nodding as she turned and opened the door a crack, peeking in to the room beyond. Mark waited behind her, intrigue and newly rising lust making him impatient until she moved aside and let him look. He felt his cock begin to stir again immediately as his mouth dropped open. He turned briefly to look back at Mrs Lawson who gave him a broad smile and winked before pushing the door wide open and stepping in to the room.