Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

I looked enquiringly at her, she simply responded “Remember, slowly”; message received. But I couldn’t help but notice she wore no bra under her shirt and her nipple was becoming hardened to my touch. I wasn’t sure if she had not been wearing it all evening or had removed it at some point earlier. Her tits were so firm, they really did not need much extra support, so it could have been either. As I massaged, I lifted my second hand, making it obvious what I intended and, glancing at Jayne, received a nod of approval to engage her other breast in the action. I stimulated both of her teats, still through a layer of clothing. Unlike before, I heard her softly mewing at my touch and even received a “Hmmm, that’s nice.” from her, through our increasingly passionate kissing. I almost flinched when I felt Jayne’s fingers come to rest on the crotch of my jeans and gently rub my stiffening cock.

I felt, although I never did find out for sure, that this was a bit of a test. My flatmates were only across the corridor in their rooms, so I knew this was unlikely to go much further, but was going to play the game out as far as Jayne was comfortable with. Taking it very gently, I started to unfasten the buttons on her shirt, ready to stop as soon as she required it. But no barrier was put up and in just a few minutes, she was open to the waist. I didn’t attempt to remove the shirt but was still able to feast my eyes on her sensational tits, properly this time. Small, but pert and proud. Her bright pink nipples were tiny, set in small, puckered areoles, and stiff as chapel hat pegs from my touch.

Continuing to gently stroke my cock through my jeans, Jayne used her other hand to draw my lips to one breast, moaning softly as I took the nipple between my teeth and nibbled softly on it. Moving to the other side, I repeated the action, sending noticeable shudders through her body.

We kept this up for several minutes. All first or second base stuff at best, but most enjoyable none the less. I’d been without feminine physical contact for some months now and could feel it would not be long before even Jayne’s light rubbing of my penis would bring me to the point of no return. So placing a hand over hers, I told her directly, “Enough or I’ll cum.”. She smirked at me and I thought, or perhaps hoped, she was going to ignore me. But a few moments later, she withdrew her hand and agreed, “Yes, enough or…”. She didn’t complete the sentence, instead she kissed me firmly on the mouth, rose and went to the bathroom, returning a few moments later properly dressed.

It was a bit of a déjà vu moment as she collected her coat and announced she was leaving. Fortunately, this time though, we parted with a sensuous hug and kiss, and joint pledges to “see you soon.” And no, I hadn’t bothered to walk her home. I knew by now that offer would be refused, so by mutual consent, I had agreed to stop offering, on the understanding she would ask if that’s what she wanted any time. I watched her descend the stairs and waved as she exited and closed the garden gate behind her.

After she had left, I realised I was still sporting a massive hard on, which had become entangled in my underwear. Undoing my trousers, with the intention of just adjusting my dressing, I miraculously found my cock in my hand, which developed a mind of its own and started to tease my foreskin back and forth over my engorged glans.

I craved release, so made no attempt to stop my hand, as it continued to wank me towards my inevitable climax. I kicked off my trousers and underwear, lay back on the settee, and lifted my shirt as high as I could. I could no more keep my hand still, than I could hold back the tide. Summoning Jayne’s tits back before me, in my minds eye, and imagining how she would look totally naked, I ejaculated explosively, coating my stomach and chest with my hot cum.

I had not exactly been quiet while I abused myself and was suddenly concerned, I could have disturbed one of my flatmates. I quickly grabbed my discarded clothes and dived for the shower to clean the gloop off of my torso and wash away my lack of self control. Once I’d dried off, I still felt I needed to ground myself, so poured a generous measure of Scotch from the bottle we kept in; for medicinal purposes of course. It was just enough to take the edge off and relax me for bed, and sleep.

It would be another couple of weeks before there was further opportunity for intimacy. We continued to see each other casually as before, with Jayne spending many evenings at our place, putting up with the banter and bollocks of three blokes, but giving as good as she got, now she had the measure of us. Then, as the weekend approached, both my flatmates announced they were going away for the weekend, to spend time with their respective long distance partners. I would have the flat to myself from Friday evening to late Sunday afternoon. The possibilities were mouth watering. When I told Jayne though, she just repeated her mantra, “Remember, slowly!”

Strangely enough, this no longer really bothered me too much. Rightly or wrongly, I took it to mean we would fuck, eventually. And our activities a few weeks earlier had indicated a, dare I say a thawing, in Jayne’s attitude towards sexual intimacy with me. I was starting to have really strong feelings for her and did not want to blow it again. So I was prepared to wait, whilst still hoping further advances could be made, maybe that weekend. After all, she had said slowly, not backwards.

Anyway, for a reason that right now has totally gone from my memory banks (she can’t remember either, but thinks it was a get together with her own parents), Jayne could not see me on the Friday night; but she did accept my invitation for me to prepare a meal for us at my place Saturday evening. I’m quite an adventurous cook, but decided to play it safe and do a simple Spaghetti Bolognaise, with a sponge pudding for dessert, which I knew she loved.

I set the table, with candles and flowers, and added a couple of bottles of wine (red for me, white for her, we never could agree.) When Jayne arrived mocked me a bit for my attempts a romance and jokingly said, “You’re really just trying to get into my knickers, aren’t you?” When I shot back, “Will it work?”, she just answered, “We’ll see. Depends on what the food is like.” My heart started racing. What did that mean. Was she just teasing or was there a chance of something going down, if you’ll excuse the pun.

The meal went off without a hitch. I’d declined Jayne’s offer to help with the cooking, ridiculously wanting to prove I could manage it on my own, but gratefully accepted help with the table clearing and washing up. I’d purposely gone easy on the wine, and she was never a big drinker, but we both took a glass to the settee with us, to sip on as we cuddled up and watched Saturday night TV. I was ‘Remembering, slowly’. What happened, would happen, but I was determined not to be seen as the aggressor.

As it turned out, nothing did happen, then. Beyond the odd extended kiss and non-intimate stroking, we barely touched each other. I started to wonder if I was playing things too safe, and that Jayne was waiting on me, as I was her. Who’s resolve would crack first. It was me, but not immediately in the way you will be expecting.

It was getting towards the time Jayne would normally head for home, and something had to give. So, I played a wild card. I told her as there was only us there, it was senseless her uprooting herself and going back to her dreary bedsit (her de***********ion, not mine, I hadn’t seen inside it yet), she might as well stay here. And to head off any protest, I continued; it would be totally on her terms. She could take my bed, and I’d sleep out here, on the sofa, which actually pulled out as a guest bed. After a few moments thought. Jayne agreed that was an acceptable proposition. Naturally, I’d hoped we’d share a bed, but this was good too.

I rose to go and put fresh sheets on my bed for Jayne, but she told me not to bother. I did however fish a clean, baggie t-shirt from my drawers for her to use to sleep in, if she wished to. We hung around in the sitting room, for perhaps another hour. I made Jayne a last cup of tea, she’s addicted to the stuff, I never drink caffeinated drinks after 6pm, they keep me awake. Drink finished, she announced she was going to bed now, used the bathroom, kissed me goodnight and disappeared into my bedroom, closing the door behind her. I sighed. Oh well.

I sat in quiet contemplation for some time, drinking another small glass of my wine. This was starting to do my head in and I was now wondering what I really wanted out of this relationship. Was it actually going anywhere, and not just sexually. As I mused, I started to prepare myself for sleep. I pulled out the sofa bed and unrolled my ‘green slug’ sleeping bag onto it, then stripped to my t-shirt and pants, before heading to the bathroom.

I finished my bedtime routine and headed back to the sitting room, where I was startled to find Jayne standing there. She was bare legged, with her top half enveloped in my t-shirt, with obviously nothing beneath it, but her body. With an almost sardonic tone to her voice, “I expected you would be in there with me by now,” she said, reaching out her hand to beckon me to her. Confused, I moved forward and allowed her to guide me to my bedroom door. As we entered, those words came again “Remember, slowly,” suffixed this time with, “To be clear, we are not going to screw, and I call the shots, agreed?” If I had thought I was confused before, it was nothing to my confusion now. And to be honest, I was feeling a bit cuckold. But of course, I agreed.

The room was illuminated only by the soft bedside lamp, but that was sufficient to see her by, as she slipped under the covers of my bed, patting the space beside her to invite me in. I felt chills through my body but was not sure if it was nerves or the actual room temperature. So just in case, I clicked on the electric heater and joined her in the bed. It was only a standard three-foot wide single, so there was not masses of room for two of us, but on the plus side, it meant we had to get real up close and personal.

We arranged ourselves, so I was spooning behind Jayne, necessarily with my crotch nestling against her firm bum, long since the object of my desire, and with my top arm draped across her body, just below her breasts. I caught myself holding my breath with anticipation, wondering if this was just a prelude to sleep or… She’d made it clear that intercourse was off the table but had intimated that she reserved the right to require other forms of contact. I was in turmoil.

However, after several minutes of just lying there, silently willing her to give me some sort of sign, Jayne did exactly that. She wriggled back against me, manoeuvring my semi-hard cock between her buttocks. Even with the two sets of underwear still between us, the sensation was wonderful, and I started to swell to her movements. At the same time, she lifted the hand I had draped across her body and placed it on her breast, cupping my palm over her and pressing it against herself with her own hand.

So, with a sign given that we would indeed be playing, the scope of those activities just had to explored. I responded to Jayne’s initiative by gently kissing and nibbling her neck, below her exposed ear, before freeing my hand on her breast and gently rolling both of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to groan with pleasure. As I fondled her tits, Jayne reached back between our bodies, and located my now almost fully erect cock, and started to slowly rub it up and down through my pants.

Much as I was enjoying Jayne’s touch, I decided to see if we could push the boundaries a bit further. Gently I broke contact and encouraged her to roll onto her back, to give us both better access to the body parts we were fondling. When she had repositioned, I reached down to bring my hand under her (my?) t-shirt, only to find it had tangled under her butt and thighs, making it too tight for me to get into. With a frustrated sigh, Jayne sat up and, unexpectedly, pulled the garment up and off completely, tossing it on the floor beside the bed.

I was now seeing her full body for the first time, naked, save for a pair of ‘boy-cut panties’, as they are known these days. She was, as I’d imagined, slim, trim and well toned, head to foot. Her small, pink crowned tits were perfectly proportioned to her body. Through the sheer material of her underwear, I could see the shadow of a full, dark bush of pubic hair. I quickly threw off my own tee, to match her dress state, then wasted no time in using my lips, tongue and teeth on her naked breasts, delighting in their marble tipped firmness.

Encouraged by the satisfied noises emanating from her, I slowly, almost imperceptibly, worked my mouth downwards, toward its hairy goal. There was still no negative reaction to what I was doing, so when my lips reached the waistband of her knickers, I hurried on and, through the material, firmly located and licked the length of Jayne’s vulva, along the lips of her cleft. At last she spoke out, half yelling “Oh yes. That’s it. There, there!” Bingo! I finally knew what she wanted from tonight, and by god, was I up for it. With renewed vigour, I increased the length and strength of my tongue work, feeling and tasting the ever-increasing wetness seeping through from inside.

Wanting the full experience, for both of us, I grasped the waistband of Jayne’s knickers and started to peel them off. As I had hoped, she lifted her bottom, so I could clear them from her body, then raised her legs so I could remove them completely, to join our tees on the floor. I have made no secret over earlier chapters, that I am not a fan of the hairy fanny; but in that moment hers was the eighth wonder of the world to me. It was dense, full top-and-tail, and jet black, like the hair on her head. In the pale lamplight, its centreline glistened with her excitement, drawing the eye to her puffy outer lips, which were just parting, to allow her pink, wet labia to escape from within.

With a sense of urgency to give Jayne what she craved, I plunged straight back in where I’d left off, but with no barrier between respective sets of lips anymore. By now, I had grown to pride myself on my oral technique, and proceeded to plan, working up and down her cleft, screwing my tongue as deep as possible into her vaginal opening, before replacing it with my fingers, as I lapped and sucked on her labia flaps and clitoris. Her hands on my head, and moans and groans of pleasure told me I was hitting the right spot. Sticking with that winning formula, bought further entreaties not to stop. “I’m almost there,” she cooed. Soon, her stiffening body, quivering thighs and strangled screams told me she was indeed ‘there’ as her orgasm burst free. My work here was done, for now at least.