Authors: Kimber Vale
“All clean,” she informed him.
Noth removed the spongy material from her grasp. Duplicating her actions, he squirted a hefty amount of gel on and stretched behind her to work the pouf in circular motions down her back. The tip of his hard dick prodded her stomach tantalizingly as he reached around her body.
His hands came around to her front. Starting at her shoulders, he lathered down her arms. Stella’s tits screamed to be touched as the barest whisper of contact flirted over them. She arched toward him until he finally dropped the mesh sponge and spread his soapy hands over both breasts. Palming them, he worked the bubbly surface around and around. His fingers grazed her erect nipples and set them aflame.
Both hands met in the middle of her chest and spread slowly downward, fanning across her belly, taunting her flesh with unfulfilled promises. At last, his fingers slid down to her waiting pussy, and Stella moaned her encouragement. She ached to be filled by him in any … every way possible.
“How do you make this so soft on the bottom? I can feel short hairs growing back now.” His strong, sure fingers skated over her outer lips to send sparks of desire through her abdomen.
Stella bit her lip in an effort to control her rising passion. She flipped a switch on the shower head and changed the stream to a subdued rainfall. Grabbing her razor and a can of shaving gel, she shot a pile of the green substance into her palm and watched as it quickly morphed into a thick lather. His eyes burned with curiosity and eagerness while she applied the foam along both sides of her bikini line.
“It’s sharp.” She held up the blade. “So you have to move slowly and only in this direction.” She swiped the razor carefully across the fine stubble in demonstration and then showed him how to rinse the blade between passes.
“That’s all there is to it. And it comes out nice and smooth.”
“I want to shave underneath for you.” He took the razor from her hand, and a tremor of excitement arced through her. But how to do it?
“There’s not really anywhere for me to sit down. I usually just lift my leg up.” She placed her foot on the edge of the tub to demonstrate.
“No. I want you to bend over.”
A slow grin pulled at her mouth. Her cheeks warmed as she imagined baring herself for him.
“Like this?” Stella turned, parted her legs slightly, and bent at the waist. She reached with searching fingers between her thighs, to stroke the area he planned to shave. She wanted to make sure it was accessible from his position, but it also served to get him more hot and bothered.
Fair is fair.
He was certainly doing it to her.
She heard the foam gurgle as it erupted into his hand. The cooling sensation sent a shock through her as he covered her lips with the cream from behind. He stroked it on meticulously. How must she look from his perspective, as she trembled under his slightest touch? Warm water dripped from her nipples in drastic contrast to the tingling on her crotch.
And what does he look like?
Noth’s fat cock had been rock hard the entire shower. Would he just drive it into her right now? Maybe he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He had been wonderfully unrestrained as he fucked her to frenzy on the sink.
The caress of the razor skimming gently across her sensitive flesh answered her question. He moved exquisitely slow, careful to the extreme as he glided the instrument over first one lip, and then the other. She wanted to scream in frustration. His featherlight touch held her skin taut as the blade passed over it. Stella felt his thumb press against her asshole momentarily. Was it possible to come on mere anticipation?
His stance shifted, and she saw him place the shaver on the edge of the tub out of the corner of her eye. Her breathing was erratic, labored—as if she had just run up five flights of stairs. It was not the measured breath of someone simply bending over, waiting. Damn, the expectation was killing her!
Wet fingers slid over her freshly shaved snatch, sliding up and down in appreciation of the slick surface.
“So smooth.” He spoke in a hushed voice as the tip of one finger slid infinitesimally deeper between her folds. She sighed, trying to work her hips back toward him.
“Please.” It was all she could manage. The strain of anticipation caused every muscle in her body to tense.
“Can we make love like this?” His hand moved from her ready space as he asked the question, and the tip of something far hotter, far wider nudged her slick hole. He rubbed it slowly up and down her crack, grazing provocatively over her swollen nub before slipping back up to her wet opening.
“Oh, yeah. Just put a condom on.” Stella reached a shaking hand into the small bag on the tub ledge and handed the rubber back to him. The package crinkled and within moments his heat teased her pussy again. He entered her a quarter inch and then moved back down to bump against her clit, slicking himself with her ample juice. He slid up again, pushing inside her starving hole just a fraction farther. Up and down, he seduced her with each sultry movement until she couldn’t stand another second.
“Oh, God! Please put it in me,” Stella whimpered. “I want you so bad.” She was near tears. Her voice hitched with desperation.
His hands wrapped firmly around her hips, and then sheer nirvana consumed her as his thick head met with her hole once more, entering slowly, but not pulling back this time. He pressed through her smooth lips, forcing his manhood deep inside her. It was all she needed after the intense buildup. Stella cried out as wave after wave hit her like a sledgehammer. Moaning long and low, she climaxed all over his stiff prick.
Noth fucked in and out of her as she came, and he seemed to grow harder with each stroke. Rough fingers bit into her hips while he pounded his concrete cock into her dripping slit. A deep groan sounded from behind Stella, primal and beautiful. Noth’s hips convulsed against her spread ass as he reached his climax buried within her. They stayed in the warm water, wet skin locked in a satisfied embrace, until Stella told him her fingers were pruney and Noth declared he was hungry. They got dressed, and Stella took him to a barbeque place for dinner. Noth paid the bill.
Chapter 7
“Oh, crap! Tomorrow is Tuesday, isn’t it?”
Stella lay curled up in Noth’s arms like they were spoons stacked together in a drawer. This drawer was so warm and cozy, though, and she hated to roll out of it. She had to. Stella had completely blanked on her calendar. The blame rested on the giant distraction snugged up behind her.
“What is it?” Noth’s voice, low and warm, rustled the hair behind her ear.
“Oh, I have to make these crazy plant pots out of newspaper for my Earth Club meeting tomorrow.”
“Earth club?”
“You know, like Student Government, or the BioMed Club? This school has tons of groups. You might want to get involved in some.” She turned to face him. “Looks better on your résumé, especially if you have a leadership position.”
“So, you are in an Earth group?”
“Yup. I’m president this year. I figured I could pad my qualifications and do something good at the same time.” Stella stifled a loud yawn with the back of her hand. “We promote environmental awareness and beautify the campus. Make sure there are recycling containers in every classroom. That sort of thing.”
“That is important.”
“
I
think so. The only problem is I have to make about a hundred of those newspaper pots for tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to be starting organic lettuce seedlings in the greenhouse.” Stella sighed wearily. “Maybe I’ll skip Developmental Psych and do them in the morning. I can barely keep my eyes open.”
Noth stroked her hair and Stella gave in to her heavy eyelids. “Just a little rest and then I’ll get started…”
“
Mmmm
,” Noth hummed with his lips pressed against her temple.
* * * *
She stirred, and pulled a numb arm from beneath her pillow as she rolled over. The tingling hand went up to cover her eyes from the bright sunlight that pierced through the gap under a half-closed roller shade.
“Oh, man. Why didn’t I set my alarm?” Stella risked a slit-eyed glance at her watch and saw she had about twenty-five minutes to get ready for her first class of the day.
Oh no.
She would have to skip it—and possibly even Classroom Management after that—to finish the projects for the new Earth Club inductees this evening.
“Crap. Professor Cotter is gonna chew me a new one for missing.” Stella swung her legs out of bed as she spoke. Noth was no longer curled up beside her. The bathroom door was open, and the interior was dark.
“What the…?” Stella walked toward her desk with a bemused grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. Newspaper pots, neatly folded origami-style, littered the top of her workspace. They were piled up high on the floor under the desk, stacked in tumbling towers. The photocopied instructions Stella had scanned in the library rested on her chair with a sticky note stuck to the page.
I do not want you to miss your class. I will see you tomorrow after I complete my morning studies.
You are dazzling, even in your sleep.
Stella couldn’t stop smiling as she pulled on yesterday’s jeans and sweatshirt, brushed her teeth and hair, and jogged to class. She scooted into her seat just as Professor Cotter began his lecture. Although she’d physically made it to class, her mind remained on the man who had stepped into her life so unexpectedly. She couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow. As the instructor droned on about identity formation, Stella took sporadic notes while she wracked her brain for fun local activities. By the end of class, she had their date planned out, and Noth’s name doodled all over her notebook.
* * * *
Stella packed the containers of food into her backpack with growing excitement. She slid a bottle of Shiraz in beside a container of cheese slices and a box of crackers. Two large water bottles, plastic cups, and a corkscrew got covered with a folded beach towel. Finally, she managed to zip the full bag by pressing the contents into submission.
She hummed happily to herself as she worked. The last time she’d been on horseback she was eleven or twelve, but Stella had always adored the animals. Soon, she and Noth would be enjoying the desert views from four feet above the ground, swaying to the hoofbeats of one of the most majestic creatures on Earth. A horseback trail ride, paired with a picnic at whatever scenic spot piqued their interest could only be considered a dream date.
Stella checked out her butt in the full-length mirror mounted behind her door and then swung a backpack strap over her shoulder. The purple skinny-jeans she had picked up the other day had been a wise decision. Miraculously, they really did make her look thinner. With an unstoppable grin and her keys in her fist, she headed out to pick up Noth.
He sat on the concrete steps that led to his apartment building. Stella’s heart fluttered at the sight of him. A smoky gray T-shirt hugged his torso, and beneath that, dark denim teased over his sculpted quads as he stood and walked toward her. She’d never seen a man look so delicious in jeans.
How did I get so lucky?
“How are you?” he asked, as he sat on the bucket seat and folded his long legs inside the car.
“Great! I’m so excited! Have you ever ridden a horse before?”
“No, never.”
“You’re athletic. I’m sure you’ll catch on fast. And don’t worry, I’m no pro either.” Stella programmed Butterfield Horse and Mule Ranch into her GPS as she spoke. She’d been there once before for a childhood girlfriend’s birthday, but she’d never be able to find it without the map. Noth placed his hand on her leg, and Stella happily drove with one hand on the wheel, and her other five fingers twined with his.
She watched the small city with its blue mountain backdrop disappear in her rearview. It was stunning. She’d always planned to move after graduation—maybe to a big city like Los Angeles or New York. A Spanish teacher could do well in any metropolis, and she longed to be surrounded by people with open minds and fresh ideas. The Southwest felt stale lately, small and vast all at once, but a state school had been the best she and her mother could afford. Of course, during Stella’s junior year, her mother traded in her widow status and moved to Vegas with Stella’s new stepfather. They left Stella still attending college in her home state.
But maybe it wasn’t so bad here. Stella looked over at the hunk in her passenger seat. They didn’t get views like
that
in New York City, anyway.
They followed the afternoon sun down I-10 for half an hour before they turned north. They listened to a rock station that kept fuzzing out, and Stella filled Noth in on their agenda.
“This place has over a thousand acres with trails all over the area. You’re gonna love it. I looked up all the local attractions online. There are abandoned settlements we can check out, and rocks painted with Native American art, cool caves. Just a ton to explore.”
“That sounds interesting.” Noth squeezed her hand. He could have been watching the gorgeous desert scenery, but his eyes were glued to Stella every time she glanced his way.
“Oh, it will be.” Stella followed a sign off the main road and turned into the parking area. She found an empty spot and pulled in. Dust swirled around her suddenly stopped vehicle while she reached into the back seat for her bag.
“Woops. I almost forgot. I got you something.” Stella pulled two baseball caps out of the front pouch of her bag. “Not that I want to cover up that fantastic haircut—by the way, you should cherish that hairdresser of yours. She’s a genius.” She adjusted the fit and tugged it on his head before threading her ponytail through her own pink breast-cancer-awareness hat. “That sun can be brutal.”
Noth pulled his off again and examined the front.
“
Gone Squatchin’
?” he read aloud.
“Sorry, the tractor store didn’t have a lot of options. It was that or
Master Baiter Pro Shop
, and you didn’t strike me as a fisherman.” She winked at him, and his face wrinkled in confusion.