Laura was waiting for Grant at the door of her dorm room when he came down the hall. "C'mon in, I'll give you the nickel tour," she said, and ushered him in
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"Not bad," he said. "It's decorated. With style, even. That's a step up from my place." Everything Grant owned that hadn't come with the living space or the office was either second-hand or worn to an inch of its life. He nodded hello to Galahad and sat on the couch. "How long did this take you?"
"Couple of days," she replied. "I found the rug, the trunk and the wind chimes in the village the day after I got back. Once I had the rug I knew what I wanted to do with the bedding, and the spells for that turned out to be pretty easy. Changing the other bed into a sofa wasn't too terrible either. It was figuring out how to create and install the posts and shelves that took most of the time and energy, but it was worth it. Galahad and the birds love it, and now the tribbles have a pen that feels a little less like a jail cell."
Grant moaned softly at her touch. His kisses left her lips and trailed down her cheek, over her neck, and to the V formed by her collar. He undid one of the buttons, kissed the spot where it had been, and worked his way down her stomach.
"No, I did something," he said. "Don't worry about me. I want you to feel comfortable with what I'm doing. I want to focus on you for a while, if you'll let me."
"All right." He ran his hand up and down her arm. "If you say you trust me, then I have to be able to trust you. If I ask you to be honest with me, about how you're feeling and if I'm hurting you, then you'll let my know, right?"
She nodded, eyes wide. "Yeah. I'm not sure I'll be any good at that, but - yeah. Just remember things get - mixed up - when you're making love. Something can be a little uncomfortable and still feel good too. But if I don't like something or it's hurting, I promise I'll say stop."
Laura's breathing was quickening again. She stretched through the length of her spine, shifting her breasts upward a bit and parting her legs a little more. Her hands on the back of his neck and shoulders stroked him encouragingly.
Laura's eyes slipped closed and she felt dizzy with pleasure. She was starting to move in time with his hand, and thought I could get used to this. Oddly, the image of Grant petting her as a cat popped into her mind and a low chuckle escaped her.
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Sure, why not. I'll be over shortly.
Alan
P.S. If your bird looks slightly disheveled, it's because Dog ambushed it before I could stop her. Sorry about that.
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((Decided to re-thread.))
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"That - isn't how I'm used to it being. I'm not sure I know how," she admitted. "But...I trust you."
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