Things picked up quickly between us. Her parents, her mother in particular, apparently viewed me as a fitting pair for their daughter. We took every opportunity we could to spend time together, juggling her classes schedule with my working time but we didn’t look like the average couple. There wasn’t the effort to look nice, to be constantly seducing the other; even sex was pushed back, although there was the promise of the next time being in a bed. It just felt good being together and this gave everyone around us a sense of security about where our relationship was heading. We quickly started being teased that we acted like a couple in their sixties instead than in their cotton candy cloud phase; it was easier to catch us sitting together, holding hands, talking about our day, than trying to cope a feel when we thought no one was looking.

It was her older sister that forced an opportunity for us. She was the unruly of the family but the sisters were very close. I was aware my now girlfriend confided a lot with her sister. The final touch was given one day, while having dinner at her house. She was proding us relentlessly to know if her sister womanly needs were being properly attended by me; that we were, essentially, a sexless couple got on her nerves. With her glass of wine on her hand she cursed and threaned us.

“I have to get you two laid. Or you’re going to shrivel like a prune and his balls are going to dry like a couple of raisins.”

We laughed. My girlfriend was mortified at her sister.

“And I blame you for that! You should be hounding my sister at any chance to jump into her panties!”

“What panties?”

That little exchange let me know her sister was her role model. She was as brash and blunt as her sister was but it took her blood to boil to get her to that point of throwing consideration to the wind. Like it had happened that day. She was close to fuming on her seat. After the initial shock, it sent us into another round of laughs. My, technically, brother in law pulled me into the kitchen to give room for the sisters to sort out their newfound differences. Later that night, as we were walking back home, I questioned her on that remark of her.

“You need to start getting a little more liberal with your hands on me.”

It was still difficult for me. It was still difficult to process the notion that she was available for me, as a woman, not just a friend; the years of us just being friends still conditioned me to avoid certain behaviours, certain gestures, towards her. She remembered me we were, at least promised, lovers when I left her by her door. As we exchanged a kiss, she pulled my hands from her waist down to her buttocks and wiggled her butt from side to side, making clear there was in fact no underwear underneath her jeans.

“A little incentive for future opportunities.”

A few days later, I knocked on her door. I could hear a commotion going on inside through the wood panel. Her father came about, with his usual stern expression, weighed with tiredness, waved me in and made his way back into the living room, where a match was on the television. Down the all, in the bedrooms area, women voices could be heard. Then there was the sound of feet. Her mother waved at me as she saw me, looking just as tired as her husband. Behind her was my girlfriend, with her sister, each one carrying a large box in their arms.

“Hey, stranger. Just in time. Help me take this to my car.”

The box was unbelieveably heavy. My girlfriend blew me a kiss as she walked past me towards the door with her box, while her sister turned back to fetch another.

“Mom, I’m stealing these two for half an hour. We’ll be right back.”

We made our way to her car, after negotiating with an overloaded lift a trip to the ground floor, with me ending to have to take the stairs. The small car was already full of boxes and bags, with barely enough room for what we’d brought down and us. Unloading everything took us far more than an hour. After a full day of work, it was gruelling.

We had finally found a moment to be with each other, sharing a glass of water, when her sister walked into the kitchen.

“I’ll leave the bed made with fresh linens before we leave for the weekend.”

Then she threw a set of keys towards her sister. I was dumbfounded at her words, not really believing what I had heard. Then my girlfriend hugged her sister after a moment.

“There are condoms in the window bedside table. Make sure you use it.”

“We will.”

“I wasn’t speaking to you. I was speaking to him.”

“I will.”

“You better. Or I’ll neuter you with a spoon.”

The three days between Tuesday and Saturday dragged on. It was difficult to hide our anxiety from each other. On Friday, as I was arriving home, my girlfriend was just walking out the building door, dressed to go for a run. The sun was about to set and a slight chill was coming, so she was dressed in heavier clothing than usual for her jogs. We kissed and she dared me to join her, which after some cajoling, ended up happening.

She was used to do her routine on a high pace. I’d figured it from hearing her tell me how far she could go in an half hour outing. I was dragging my feet by comparison, following her as she ran at her lively pace, occasionally turning back to pick me up, usually with a kiss. But it was fun, nonetheless. It was different running with the end of the day lively traffic passing by.

“Tired?”

“A bit, I’ll admit.”

“Think you can manage for an extra push?”

She jingled a set of keys in front of my eyes, then came in for a kiss. I showed her a shortcut to her sister’s.

It felt strange entering the empty apartment. It was completely dark and silent, except for the faint sound of the refrigerator running in the kitchen. For all I knew of her sister, she could very well be hiding in waiting to scare the lights from us, nonetheless. But apparently I wasn’t the only one concerned with that possibility, as my girlfriend was quick to open every single door in the house.

“Found anything?”

“Just this.”

Just beyond my reach, she pulled down the back of her pants, showing me her bare behind, laughing, then ran for the living room. Again, no panties. I lunged for her but instead only managed to slightly push her, making her topple over the back of the couch, with her bottom fully on display, feet kicking in the air just above the floor and her pants now almost mid-thigh, rolled down her legs. I grabbed hold of her hips and held her steady.

“No! Don’t! Please!”

Her scent was heady, musky and sweet. I kneeled behind her and ran my tongue over her beautiful behind, from between her thighs to between her fleshy toned mounds, taking note of every slight change of taste on her skin. She tasted of salt and sugar, cinnamon and lemon. She let out a long moan and her feet stopped kicking.

“I’m getting dizzy…”

I pulled her sneakers off her feet, untangled her pants from her and pushed her over.

“I’m sweaty, I’m sticky, I can smell myself…”

“You’re perfect.”

Now in front of her, I kneeled in front of her legs. I ran my hands from her hips to her knees, my eyes on hers, pleading, begging to her.

“I haven’t taken a shower since last night.”

“I don’t care.”

“I stink.”

“You don’t.”

“You’re crazy.”

“For you.”

Tentavely, she made herself confortable on the couch seat.

“Not taking any complaints.”

“There won’t be.”

“Come here and give me a kiss.”

I raised myself, my eyes never leaving hers, and leaned in for a kiss, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Underneath me, feet proped on the couch pillow, her legs parted, and I felt her heat through my clothes.

“Help yourself…”

I gave her one last peck on the lips and started my descent, forcing a laugh out of her as I passed her neck and collarbone, now exposed as she was quick to unzip her jacket, revealing she had nothing undernearth.

“You’re making a habit of going around without underwear?”

“Mostly when you’re around.”

I bit her playfully, teasing her skin has I made my way down her body, to the place our little game had begun. Her splayed legs no longer hid anything from my view. I laid a kiss just below her navel, then set my hands on her hips, teasing with my fingers to slide them underneath her. A deep flush was starting to show on her skin. A puff of hot breath over her mound caused her skin to cover in bumps. Another kiss planted on the point where her left leg connects to her hip forced a giggle through her lips. A stray hair tickled my nose as I nuzzled her. She was quivering as I touched her with the bridge of my nose.

A deep inhale, followed by a long hiss, was all I heard as I first put my mouth on her. Again, I found her scent intoxicating. An almost syrupy combination of lemon and cinnamon filled my mouth. Sweetness from inside, salt on the skin.

“Don’t stop! Don’t you dare…!”

It was intense and physical. Her voice failed her as an orgasm came over her and a shudder coursed through her body, tense muscles releasing, hips rolling, pushing her harder against my tongue, her bottom lifting from the couch seat. Her fingers ran through my hair and scratched the skin on my shoulders. I held her in my hands as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

“Too sensitive, too sensitive!”

I let her go, one last, teasing, touch on the pearl that I’d found hiding between her folds, now proudly exposed, that caused her to yelp. There was a fresh sheen of sweat on her skin and she was taking deep breaths in, smilling at me. Slowly, I set her down on the cushions again, kissed her navel again as I moved over her and held her in my harms. She nearly smothered me with her kiss as I came near enough.

“Let me catch my breath and we’ll even the score. You’re trying to kill me?”

“No. Too much?”

“Just… too intense, I guess. I wasn’t expecting it. You have a talent.”

“Good to know paying attention in biology classes finally paid off!”

She pushed me to the side, rolling on top. We we’re laughing. I found her the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.

“Then let’s find out if I was as good of a student as you were in biology now, shall we?”

She was about to pull the knot on my pants when the ring of a cellphone was heard. Her cellphone. She picked it up and after a short exchange she looked at me, frustration in her eyes. We had to leave in a hurry and run back home. We were more tired after that short run than we had been from our jog.

“Keep your eyes on your phone.”

And I did.