You. Owe. Me. Ch. 04

Laura had always loved to dance. She went to every social function her school had and could always be found on the dance floor. Her tastes were generally pop and indie, but in her present state of mind it was not surprising that she began to surrender to the music.

Chris watched her movements, hypnotized. She was smooth, agile, her arms flowing through the air around her. Her eyes were closed and she leaned forward on her knees, her hips moving rhythmically, in concert with rest of her body, one beautiful flowing form of motion. Chris was entranced in a way he couldn't fully describe. High as a kite, there was only one word he could think of to describe it: amazing.

He suddenly got an idea. He dashed over to his closet and rummaged through the top shelf and emerged with a smile on his face and a black metal box in his hands. It was about a foot long and six inches wide, and he plugged it into the wall outlet, setting it on his dresser, aimed directly at Laura on the bed. He then walked over and pulled his blinds closed. The room was almost pitch black at this point, except for two white bars of light along the sides of the window blinds.

"What are you doing?" Laura asked, having momentarily stopped dancing when she felt the change in light.

"You'll see."

Using the remote, he turned the volume up. He could see Laura laughing with delight, but couldn't hear her over the music.

The beat had settled into a transition. Chris knew a change-up was coming. He joined Laura on the bed, both of them moving now. Admittedly, Chris wasn't as florid as she, but nor did he try to be. He just moved as the music told him to. And as the transition crescendoed, Chris aimed a second remote at the black box on the dresser.

It exploded with swirling beams of light - reds, blues, greens, magentas, purples, cyans, and even a custom fitted black light that turned their skin tones a smooth, smoky ash color and made their smiling teeth glimmer brightly in the dark. Chris's word of the moment had changed.

Transcendent.

The pot party had turned into a rave.

Laura was only semi-conscious of her movements. She could feel her mind expanding outside her body. Energy, thought, and action all merged into one. With her eyes closed, the rainbow of lights cascaded over her eyelids, providing her a dance of muted shades and tones that flowed through her the way she imagined only the galaxy could.

When the galaxy flows through you, you can't be expected to worry about what your body does.

As the music expanded into an airy breeze that blew through the room, Laura felt Chris's hands touch her, sliding under her shirt and around to the small of her back. He held her against him as they moved, and Laura held her arms in the air, still rolling and twisting them to the music, but now surrounding him with her movements, bringing him into her storm of sensation.

His hands were warm on her skin. In her mind, Laura could see a massive forest of minute hairs, fine and silken, as Chris's palms swept over them, a wave of fire consuming each strand as his touch passed. Soon, her entire back was burning and it was the most sensual feeling of her life.

Her arms descended, wrapping around his neck, her hands climbing up the back of his head, running through his hair, pulling him in, and when their lips met, it was a surging inferno that spilled down and inside her, crashing between her legs.

She moaned, surprising herself, but only for an instant before she was again lost amidst the coursing galaxy of lights that danced over her eyelids.

Their bodies were now moving as one, their hips locked together, bumping, grinding, fusing. To Laura, the whole thing felt like it was happening in slow motion. She remembered all those rave scenes she'd seen in movies, the exhilarating music, the smooth and seductive movements of the dancers.

In her mind's camera, she and Chris played out their scene.

INT. CHRIS'S BEDROOM - DAY

The TRANCE music fills the room, pounding every corner with its rhythmic tones.

LAURA and CHRIS move on the bed in time with the music. Beams of the rainbow swirl out from a black box on the dresser. The moment is intoxicating.

He's returning her kiss with abandon. They're pouring into one another. As his hands run over her back and slide down into her pants to grasp her bare butt cheeks, her hands descend from his hair, down over the front of his shoulders, and inside his pants to his hips. They hold each other, instruments of motion, each moving the other as the music moves them.

Chris's kiss breaks from her lips and falls to her neck. Then her shoulder. Then back. He's everywhere, consumed by the world they've both created. She moans openly into the air, thrusting her hips against his and holding his head to her.

Laura is no longer in control, and she loves it. She's surrendered to the moment, the music, the room, the drug. When she feels one of her hands slide around to Chris's front, she mentally thanks it, as if it has a mind of its own. Sliding down inside his boxers, it takes hold of his semi-hard shaft and begins gently squeezing. Her other hand runs back up to his hair and she devours his mouth with all the passion in the world. She feels a tugging at her heart, as if she wants to tell him something but they're beyond words now. She can find no spoken language for this pressure, this need, this affection that beats in her chest.

She can feel his shaft getting warmer in her hand, thickening and growing. Soon it's tenting against his pants. Her other hand leaves his head to unbutton his fly, and his hands move up to her hair and take over the kiss. Once he's free and exposed to the air and her soft fingers wrap around him again, he groans, and she suffocates his groan with a kiss, as if she wants to breathe in his pleasure. She's now stroking him quickly and steadily. He can feel the bass in his balls, only heightening Laura's hand job.

When he reaches full erection, his cock strains as if it wants to rebel against its ceiling of arousal. But just as soon as it hits that ceiling, Laura gasps as she breaks from his kiss, panting and catching her breath as she descends to lie on the bed in front of him, still stroking his cock which is now only inches from her nose.

Chris keeps his eyes closed, feeling her husky breaths against his balls, and then the tip of her tongue runs up the underside of his sac, across the base, and traces the vein along the underside. His breath catches in his throat as she does this twice more, then escapes in a moan as he feels her lips, hot and moist, wrap around his glans, her tongue lathering the tip of his cock.

Laura tastes the saltiness of his cock and smells his deep musk, and it drives tingles between her legs. With one hand and elbow steadily pumping the base of his cock and supporting her wait on the bed, she raises her hips up on her knees and slides her other hand down her front and inside her pants where she instantly finds her clit and starts playing. She moans over the head of his cock and feels him shudder. The more she works her clit, the wetter she gets, and the wetter she gets, the harder she sucks on his cock.

When he feels her mouth take him deeper, he opens his eyes and looks down. The spiraling lights fall over the shimmer of her hair like rain, and when he sees she's raised up on her knees and playing with herself, he can no longer kneel idly by.

He leans forward and takes hold of her hips, turning them, trying to lead her into rolling onto her back. She does so carefully, so that she never has to take him cock from her mouth. The feeling of her lips rolling 180 degrees over the head of his cock, her tongue moving from the underside to the top, is like nothing Chris has felt before. Her cheeks are puffing in and out as she sucks and blows in rapid succession. He's going to have to concentrate.

With Laura on her back now, Chris undoes her corduroys. She again raises her hips so that he can slide her pants and underwear down, exposing her smooth sex to the room's cool air. Chris admires her body for a moment; her top has bunched up just underneath her breasts, exposing her smooth tummy and abs, all the down to her hand feverishly working her clit and her bare legs below that. Her body oozes sexual perfection. She is beautiful.

He then leans forward, supporting himself on his knees so that she can continue sucking him while he kisses his way down her stomach, over the edges of her hips - which cause her to writhe underneath him and hum over his cock appreciatively. His hand slides over hers and she takes hold of it, guiding his fingers between her legs and leading them where she wants. Chris trails light kisses just outside where their hands work.

Laura is so lost in stimulation that the only thing to tether her to reality is his cock in her hand and mouth. Her tongue works slowly and purposefully, washing over the ridge of his glans before she opens wider and slides the entire length of his shaft into her mouth again. Upside down, her head lulled back as far as it could go, his cock fits perfectly down her throat, and when she swallows, the muscles gently milk the tip of his shaft. Add to that the smooth twisting of her fingers around his base, and he's incapable of speaking.

Just licking.

And using his hand, he moves hers away so that his kiss can move down over her moist lips. He smells her juices, and they are so overpowering that he feels his balls tighten and he fears he might climax too soon. But he steadies himself and sets to work running his tongue down the length of her pussy. He finds her clit again and makes small circles around it, barely touching the edges. Her hips move to meet his tongue, but he always keeps it a breath away. When her desperate moaning over his cock becomes a steady hum of need, he finally runs the tip of his tongue overtop her engorged organ.

She groans loudly, her tongue fluttering overtop of his shaft and making his knees weak. Her groan continues as his lips wrap around her, and she starts pumping his base again, but hard and forceful this time.

As he sucks harder, so does she, and while she has the advantage of working him longer, he has the advantage of her intense over-sensitivity, made only stronger by the effects of the high.

They both want the same thing: the other's complete and overwhelming orgasm.

When Chris begins gently thrusting into her mouth, her moans, hums, and groans became an unending chorus of sexual gratification, and he decides to return the favor. He blows against her clit and her hips instantly jump into the air, her back arching and pressing her firm breasts against his lower abdomen. He wraps his lips around her again and hums hard, and suddenly she's vibrating against him, trembling so fast that he can hardly believe it.

She gasps loudly as her lips break suction around his cock, allowing her to moan as her arousal finally explodes.

LAURA Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuUUUCK!

Her voice distends and trembles with her body. Chris opens his mouth and sucks on the opening of her lips, his tongue sliding between them and inside her pussy. As he tastes her walls, her moans get louder until it almost sounds like she's in pain. Her grip on his hand tenses, and he holds her tight. She has momentarily released him from her mouth as her body spasms, but her hand remains at the base, gripping him securely but frozen.

Her climax seems to be subsiding when suddenly he locks his lips on her clit again, and this time brings his and her hands back, driving two of his fingers deep inside her. Her hand clenches around his as her hips rise back up. The surprise entry forces the tide of her arousal into another wave and she starts cumming again.

LAURA (desperate, husky) Oh, Chriiiis...

As the orgasm again sweeps through her body, her fingers curl around his, sliding into her pussy, and now she has four fingers inside her, two of his and two of hers. Chris can feel how tight she is, and the thought of his cock throbbing inside her, being squeezed for cum, makes him suck tighter on her clit. His tongue grinds against it, and he can feel her vaginal walls pulsing around their fingers, each repetition making her more and more wet.

LAURA (panting, breathless) Stop, stop, stop, stop...

Her hand takes hold of his and pulls it away and her other hand comes up to his cheek, prying him from between her legs. He rolls to the side to look down at her and she springs on him like a cat, kissing him hard. Lying against him, kissing him, she can feel his cock's heat against her bare tummy. His shaft is throbbing, and she takes it in her hand and starts stroking again. She kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his lips again before looking in his eyes.

LAURA Your turn. I ain't stopping...until you've cum twice.

His eyes go wide and she puts a finger to his lips to keep him from speaking.

LAURA I don't care how long it takes...I don't care how long you last or don't last...you're gonna cum in my mouth ...you're gonna cum twice for me because...that's what I want...and so do you...I need to taste your cum, Chris...I need you so bad...and you are gonna feel like you never have before.

And with that, she scoots back between his legs and takes his cock back into her mouth.

Just as the bass of the music pistons through her body, so also does she piston up and down on his cock; she can feel the vibrations in her exposed clit and each beat elicits a soft purr from her lips over his hot, hard shaft.

Chris can only watch as she bobs up and down on him enthusiastically, her long hair bouncing chaotically with her movements. The entire visage is too much for Chris to handle anymore.

Laura feels his body tense, his hands ball into fists, his hips pressing his cock further into her mouth, and she knows her first prize is imminent. She clamps around his glans again, sucking so tight her lips squeak loudly. A staccato of moans escape Chris until finally he tumbles over the edge.

Ribbons of cum shoot deep into Laura's mouth and her tongue closes shut at the back of her throat, catching each burst. Burst after burst of cum dribbles into her mouth, and as she swallows it down, her tongue smoothly plays over the head of his cock, begging him for more.

Once he's settled down from his climax, she dutifully starts from the beginning, pulling him from her mouth and planting soft, small kisses up and down the underside of his cock. She looks up at him and sees his eyes, lust-drunk at the sight of her. She smiles warmly and kisses the tip of his penis. It's a very tender kiss, one of warmth and affection, and her smile is also tender. Nothing sexual about it. Her gentleness is even more arousing than when she'd been crazy with desire.

CHRIS (out of breath) Laura... I can't even tell you...

She giggles and her innocent smile beams up at him.

LAURA Me neither.

She gives him another soft kiss, just under the slick hole of his cock. Her tongue snakes out and probes the tiny valley, then slides around the edges before finally wiggling against the hole's opening. His cock twitches in her hand, and she laughs which is nothing more than a series of hot breaths against the underside of his shaft.

Before long, his cock is throbbing in her grip again and twitching at every touch of her tongue. He holds the bed spread tightly in his fists, his mouth held open in slack-jawed awe of what she's doing to him.

LAURA I thought you might go soft on me.

Not expecting nor waiting for any response, she closes her lips back around the ridge of his cock. When she twirls her mouth around him, he rises up off the bed, almost painfully.

She slowly lowers herself over him, his cock sliding along her tongue until it nears the back of her throat. She swallows and he's buried to the hilt in her mouth. As her tongue runs steadily over the underside, her flexing throat muscles milk him steadily, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rippling back through his body. He writhes underneath her.

Then she does something new. She relaxes her throat muscles and opens her mouth, her tongue flicking out to lick over the front of his sac. Her mouth hanging open, her tongue licking his balls, her throat intermittently clamping around the ridge of his cock, and her hot breath flowing over his shaft all roll together into an entirely new feeling for Chris.

Add to this, her hand sliding across his inner thigh, stroking the underside of his balls then sliding up his abdomen only to return and do it all over again. After the third or fourth time, her hand concentrates on his balls for a brief moment, then slides lower.

When her finger slides into his ass without so much as a warning, Chris yelps with surprise. He's about to protest when he can actually feel her finger flexing inside him, and the pressure it's applying is indescribable.

So here Laura is, panting over Chris's cock and fingering his ass. And it feels amazing. With each flexing of her finger, she forces the cum higher and higher in his shaft. It hasn't even been five minutes since his last orgasm and he's on the verge of another.

His hands go to the back of her head. The head of his cock is throbbing desperately now.

CHRIS Oh god, Laura, that's amazing. Unbelievable. Fuck, I wanna cum in you so bad. I wanna fuck your brains out...

She closes her mouth around his cock once more, humming hard and affectionately. She's so flattered and aroused by his words that when he begins thrusting into her mouth, she thinks she might start cumming again. His hands on the back of her head, in her hair, massaging her scalp, are like magic, and as his thrusting begins to quicken, she's sure of it: she's brimming toward another orgasm, this time without even being touched.

She concentrates on his cock and her finger inside his ass. She begins twisting and rotating it, each movement causing Chris to move in some new and unexpected but entirely erotic way. Finally, as she feels him tense and moan again, she presses her finger as far forward as she can, pushing against his already throttled climax point. She hears him hold his breath.

Feeling his second explosion of cum in her mouth triggers her own orgasm and she whimpers desperately over his cock as her knees buckle and she trembles between his legs. Streams of cum paint the insides of her mouth and she gulps it down easily since the bulk of it went with his first orgasm. She swallows and sucks until there is nothing left to swallow and the only thing left to suck again is his cock, which she does, lavishing gentle kisses and flicks of her tongue all up and down his length.

She purrs contentedly as she curls into the fetal position in his arms. They're both naked from the waste down and her bare ass presses into his groin.

But she's spent. They both are.

FADE TO BLACK.

------ "That," Chris said, "was a very good high."

She laughed. The room was silent now. The CD had run out about fifteen minutes ago; neither of them had noticed. The only sound was from a quiet cooling fan in the light box on the dresser. The beams were still, having no musical beat to react to anymore.

"I don't think I want to know where you learned to do what you just did," he said. He felt fatigue in his entire body, and he knew why. Not only had they both just cum more times than they could count, but they were also coming down from their high.

She smiled into his arm. "I read about it somewhere. Then I downloaded a porn so I could see how it was done."

"You download porn?" Chris asked. He would have reacted with more surprise if he'd had the energy.

"No. I downloaded a porn. One. Singular. And it was for educational purposes only."

"When was this?"

"Today," she said, and he could hear her still grinning. "Before I came to the arena." Now she turned and looked up at him. The room's dim lighting and the sheen of perspiration covering her skin made her seem to glow in the darkness. "I wanted to surprise you with something new."