Switch, Pt 13
We’ve been snapping at each other for days. I don’t know if there’s a tension from both of us, or if it only stems from me. I’m frustrated, mentally, physically, emotionally… oh, and don’t forget sexually. On the up side, there is a good thing about not having Katie in my bed… I can actually fuck myself senseless and get some form of release.
I’m actually doing just that. My fingers sliding through my drenched folds, sliding inside my heated cavern, while my other hand makes tantalizingly slow circles around my bundle of nerves. I’ve long since closed my eyes and my lip is caught between my teeth to hold back any noises I may decide to make. I had the presence of mind to turn on my ipod, so if I did let a moan slip that it would get drowned out by the music.
Lords of Acid comes on with their song titled, ‘Stripper.’
Immediately my mind starts to create a scenario in which Katie is stripping for me. In my mind’s eye she’s coming toward me, already nearly naked. Her hips undulate to the beat. Fuck, she’s sexy, and erotic, and I want my mouth on her… NOW. She dances on me, her body pressing into mine in all the right places, her hands on my tits, pinching my nipples through my top. She grinds into me and I moan… though I can’t differentiate if it’s just made in my head, or if I actually make a noise. No matter though, as long as she keeps touching me, this won’t take long anyway.
She’s just leaning down to kiss me, and my body’s just about to tip over the edge, my fingers deep inside me…
“Heya babes, I…” Katie took this moment in time to come into my room, no knock, nothing.
My eyes flash open and I’m thankful then that I am at least under the duvet, but my orgasm didn’t cease to happen. The view of Katie in the flesh pushes me over the edge. I can’t stop it now, and even though I’m no longer moving my hands between my legs, my body shutters as it rips through my body. I press my head back into the pillow as the waves continue to move through my body, and I hope to be swallowed up by the bed in the process.
It doesn’t happen.
I tilt my head back up and the Fitch is still standing there. I would have thought she would have ran out when she saw what she walked in on… she didn’t, which I find peculiar in and of itself. My hands make their way from my pyjama bottoms and my legs fall straight from their bent position. I lean up on my elbows with my cheeks red, my eyes looking straight into the chocolate pools, voice raspy from my orgasm, “Yes…?” It’s curt, after all, she did just walk in on me, knuckle deep inside myself.
“I um… I… just… uh…”
I watch as she continues to make unintelligible noises, but doesn’t get anything out, not enough for me to even respond to. My eyebrows lift in question. She turns around after nodding to herself and walks out, leaving my door open. “Christ,” I mutter to myself and fall back flat on my bed.
I don’t come out of my room for another thirty minutes, and even then it’s only to go to clean up in the bathroom. I splash water on my face after washing my hands, simply looking at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are still pink and my eyes shining. It did feel good, even if it was a bit embarrassing. It’s not like she doesn’t touch herself.
Of course I start thinking about it in more detail. I should have stopped that line of though as it happened, but I didn’t. I feel myself getting hot all over again. “Fucking ridiculous,” I curse under my breath and walk out. Katie’s door to her room is closed, which is odd, she almost always leaves it open, even at night.
The kitchen is my destination, but her door is where I stop. I’m hallucinating, I’m sure of it. I hear a deep low buzzing sound, but I can’t be completely sure because it’s muffled through the thick door. I stand in front of the entrance to her room, eyes glued to the wood as if I’m trying to see through it, perhaps I am. My suspicions are confirmed when I hear a soft moan. My hands clench into fists at my side as I stand there and listen. Pervy, I know.
Her moans are getting more frequent and louder, and I can’t help but wonder what it is she’s thinking about as she’s doing herself. I can’t help but be jealous of the vibrator that gets to touch her so intimately. I can’t help but want to go in there, toss the toy to the side, and bury my face in her glorious wetness. A half muffled, “Fuck…” from the other side of the door is what spurs me to move, turning quickly and almost running to the kitchen. I don’t want to hear her come, I mean, I want to, just not like this. I want to be the cause of her pleasure. I want to taste her, touch her, caress her skin, suck on her nipples… oh, Katie, you and your stunning breasts… and I want to hear my name on her lips as she falls into oblivion. Fuck, I’m wet again.
I don’t realize it, but I have been standing in the kitchen, hand on the handle for a good five minutes, just lost. It isn’t until Katie pops in and says, “Hey…” as she plants a kiss on my cheek and moves to the sink that I open it up.
“Feel better…”
Fuck… I didn’t mean to say that. I can feel her eyes on the back of my head. Shit. That wasn’t appropriate for me to say. My azure blues lead my head to turn around to see that, yes, she is looking at me. I smile and she chuckles, “Yes, actually, I feel quite a bit better… and I assume you do as well?”
I wasn’t expecting that retort at all. “Obviously,” I state dryly and turn back to the fridge. I’m just about to mention that we need to go shop for some food when the hairs on the back of my neck begin to tingle. I hear her voice in my ear from behind, but she’s not touching me in any way, which is a bit maddening.
“I hope you were thinking of someone lovely… someone that’s not my sister.” It’s sexual, and laced with eroticism, and I swear I’m two strokes away from coming again just from her voice.
“Definitely not your sister,” I respond without thinking.
“Good,” she whispers as she brushes by me into the living room.
It takes me a couple minutes and a full glass of juice to calm myself enough to join her in the other room. She’s turned on some music and is relaxing on the sofa, legs curled underneath her. “We probably should go shopping, you know, if we want to eat anytime today.” I try to make it light, but even it seems forced.
“Now?”
I shrug my shoulders as I sit on the other end of the couch, sipping at the pomegranate-cranberry, “Hopefully before our next meal, unless you want to do take away.”
She giggles, “Could do take away Chinese anyway, I’ve been craving it for days… after shopping, of course.”
I can’t help but laugh myself and soon after we’re headed out the door to do the food shop together.
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I’m surprised that Katie let me go out in my pyjama bottoms and a hoodie. She changed into some jeans and a sweater set that accentuates her curves. My job… trolley pusher. Every once in a while I’ll mention getting something different or a different brand that is more eco friendly. It’s light, enjoyable.
What I don’t understand… the touches.
They’re not even really touches, not really… more like ghostly brushes… her fingertips across my arm, or my shoulders, or along the small of my back as she walks around me. The way she’ll grab my hand to point to something. I was already in a state before we left the house, and with all this physical contact, I’m liable to explode any minute now.
My breath defies me as it hitches as she sets her hand on my lower back, fingers tracing mindlessly, and even through the thick hoodie she’s sending fire through my veins. She was looking at the tinned soup before her gaze turned to look at me, noticing my lack of oxygen. “Alright?” she asked, her fingers not stopping one bit. I do a quarter turn to face her, and her hand drags along my body to be sat at my hip. It doesn’t just sit there though, it squeezes into me. I’m sure, if she looked, she could see my heart pounding along my pulse point in my neck, or maybe she can just hear it cracking into my ribs.
I clear my throat and take a step back, out of her reach. If I’d have been able to think this through a bit, I would have put the trolley between us so she couldn’t just step back into me. Now her hands are sat on both hips, her chocolate orbs looking worriedly up into mine. I can’t help but glance at her lips, then my gaze flashes back up to her eyes, then back down. Fuck… I’m losing my resolve, she needs to back up and give me space. She needs to… fuck, she’s wearing that fruity flavoured lipbalm that I told her I enjoyed the smell (and taste) of.
I swallow and try to step back, but I can’t move back in the aisle any further because of the shelves. She takes my hands and sets them on her hips. Her own hands start to slide up my arms around my neck. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. She’s going to hate me.
My fingers grasp at her hips and I push her backward as my lips find hers. Her arms leave from around my neck as she reaches back, hitting several tins off the shelf and they fall to the floor. She doesn’t resist, but she’s not really participating either. I pull back enough to soften the pressure on her mouth and she seems to relax into it, her hands moving back into my peroxide locks, pulling me closer.
I tell her everything, just in that kiss, my love, my devotion, my passion that are all for her. My hands slip under her shirt, one moving to her lower back while the other moves over the swell of her hip, tickling the skin stretched tight over the bone there. Katie’s lips are moving softly against mine. I don’t try to deepen it; I’m scared shitless as it is without trying to push it further. To say that she takes my breath away would need to be taken rather literally right about now and soon both of us pull away, blue and brown swirling together as we take in deep gulps of oxygen into our lungs.
I go to say something, I’m not quite sure what it was I could have possibly said, but it didn’t matter when her fingertips lifted to stop me, brushing over my lips like a cool autumn breeze. “Don’t…” she whispers her request and I kiss her fingertips before backing up. I can’t help but lick my lips, tasting her on them, and I catch her doing the same. I manage a small smile as I look up at her and it’s suddenly as if she realizes where we are, her eyes darting in either direction, blushing when she catching a few teen boys with their gobs open wide and eyes nearly popping from their heads. She blushes and then looks at me for a minute. I can’t read her expression, but she walks to the front of the trolley, pulling it forward, encouraging me to follow. My eyes perv shamelessly down her ass and I give the boys a wink as we walk by them. They’ll definitely have some wanking material for later.
The rest of our shopping trip goes without any problems, but we also don’t mention the fact that I pushed her up against the shelves and kissed her either. I don’t know if I should broach the subject, or let her bring it up. We stop by and pick up our Chinese take away and she dishes up our plates while I put the food away.
The popping sound of a bottle being de-corked makes me jump slightly and I’ve just put the last piece of food away as I turn around to see her pouring some white wine in a glass. I didn’t even realize we had anything other than red wine in the whole house. Katie takes pleasure in the more bold taste that comes with the darker wines. I pick up the bottle as she sets it down, ‘Blossom Hill Californian White Wine’ it says on the label. “Didn’t know you liked white wine…” I mention as I move to the table where she’s sat our plates up and the glasses, and I set the bottle down so either of us can refill if we’d like.
“I don’t, usually, but I do like this one, and I figured you would too… since you prefer white and all,” she smiles over to me.
This is just too weird. I think I liked it better before I kissed her, sure it was frustrating as all fuck, but I just don’t know how to handle her if she doesn’t… I mean… fuck… I think I just changed everything. Our whole dynamic feels different. Maybe I’m just freaking out. Shit, she expects a response. “Yeah…” I choke out. Clever response, Campbell, really fucking brilliant.
We make it through dinner, and end up finishing the bottle between us. The conversation is pleasant, but it still feels strange. It isn’t until we decide to go to bed that I feel my anxiety rise. Am I expected to… I mean… do I kiss her good night? Do I offer for her to sleep in mine? Do I just walk into hers? Fuck. It was never this complicated with…
My mind goes blank as she leans up and places a lingering kiss at the corner of my lips. I see her cheeks flush as she turns to go into her bedroom, “See you tomorrow,” she says as she disappears into her bedroom. I smile. Maybe things won’t be so awkward after all.
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I’m actually doing just that. My fingers sliding through my drenched folds, sliding inside my heated cavern, while my other hand makes tantalizingly slow circles around my bundle of nerves. I’ve long since closed my eyes and my lip is caught between my teeth to hold back any noises I may decide to make. I had the presence of mind to turn on my ipod, so if I did let a moan slip that it would get drowned out by the music.
Lords of Acid comes on with their song titled, ‘Stripper.’
Immediately my mind starts to create a scenario in which Katie is stripping for me. In my mind’s eye she’s coming toward me, already nearly naked. Her hips undulate to the beat. Fuck, she’s sexy, and erotic, and I want my mouth on her… NOW. She dances on me, her body pressing into mine in all the right places, her hands on my tits, pinching my nipples through my top. She grinds into me and I moan… though I can’t differentiate if it’s just made in my head, or if I actually make a noise. No matter though, as long as she keeps touching me, this won’t take long anyway.
She’s just leaning down to kiss me, and my body’s just about to tip over the edge, my fingers deep inside me…
“Heya babes, I…” Katie took this moment in time to come into my room, no knock, nothing.
My eyes flash open and I’m thankful then that I am at least under the duvet, but my orgasm didn’t cease to happen. The view of Katie in the flesh pushes me over the edge. I can’t stop it now, and even though I’m no longer moving my hands between my legs, my body shutters as it rips through my body. I press my head back into the pillow as the waves continue to move through my body, and I hope to be swallowed up by the bed in the process.
It doesn’t happen.
I tilt my head back up and the Fitch is still standing there. I would have thought she would have ran out when she saw what she walked in on… she didn’t, which I find peculiar in and of itself. My hands make their way from my pyjama bottoms and my legs fall straight from their bent position. I lean up on my elbows with my cheeks red, my eyes looking straight into the chocolate pools, voice raspy from my orgasm, “Yes…?” It’s curt, after all, she did just walk in on me, knuckle deep inside myself.
“I um… I… just… uh…”
I watch as she continues to make unintelligible noises, but doesn’t get anything out, not enough for me to even respond to. My eyebrows lift in question. She turns around after nodding to herself and walks out, leaving my door open. “Christ,” I mutter to myself and fall back flat on my bed.
I don’t come out of my room for another thirty minutes, and even then it’s only to go to clean up in the bathroom. I splash water on my face after washing my hands, simply looking at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are still pink and my eyes shining. It did feel good, even if it was a bit embarrassing. It’s not like she doesn’t touch herself.
Of course I start thinking about it in more detail. I should have stopped that line of though as it happened, but I didn’t. I feel myself getting hot all over again. “Fucking ridiculous,” I curse under my breath and walk out. Katie’s door to her room is closed, which is odd, she almost always leaves it open, even at night.
The kitchen is my destination, but her door is where I stop. I’m hallucinating, I’m sure of it. I hear a deep low buzzing sound, but I can’t be completely sure because it’s muffled through the thick door. I stand in front of the entrance to her room, eyes glued to the wood as if I’m trying to see through it, perhaps I am. My suspicions are confirmed when I hear a soft moan. My hands clench into fists at my side as I stand there and listen. Pervy, I know.
Her moans are getting more frequent and louder, and I can’t help but wonder what it is she’s thinking about as she’s doing herself. I can’t help but be jealous of the vibrator that gets to touch her so intimately. I can’t help but want to go in there, toss the toy to the side, and bury my face in her glorious wetness. A half muffled, “Fuck…” from the other side of the door is what spurs me to move, turning quickly and almost running to the kitchen. I don’t want to hear her come, I mean, I want to, just not like this. I want to be the cause of her pleasure. I want to taste her, touch her, caress her skin, suck on her nipples… oh, Katie, you and your stunning breasts… and I want to hear my name on her lips as she falls into oblivion. Fuck, I’m wet again.
I don’t realize it, but I have been standing in the kitchen, hand on the handle for a good five minutes, just lost. It isn’t until Katie pops in and says, “Hey…” as she plants a kiss on my cheek and moves to the sink that I open it up.
“Feel better…”
Fuck… I didn’t mean to say that. I can feel her eyes on the back of my head. Shit. That wasn’t appropriate for me to say. My azure blues lead my head to turn around to see that, yes, she is looking at me. I smile and she chuckles, “Yes, actually, I feel quite a bit better… and I assume you do as well?”
I wasn’t expecting that retort at all. “Obviously,” I state dryly and turn back to the fridge. I’m just about to mention that we need to go shop for some food when the hairs on the back of my neck begin to tingle. I hear her voice in my ear from behind, but she’s not touching me in any way, which is a bit maddening.
“I hope you were thinking of someone lovely… someone that’s not my sister.” It’s sexual, and laced with eroticism, and I swear I’m two strokes away from coming again just from her voice.
“Definitely not your sister,” I respond without thinking.
“Good,” she whispers as she brushes by me into the living room.
It takes me a couple minutes and a full glass of juice to calm myself enough to join her in the other room. She’s turned on some music and is relaxing on the sofa, legs curled underneath her. “We probably should go shopping, you know, if we want to eat anytime today.” I try to make it light, but even it seems forced.
“Now?”
I shrug my shoulders as I sit on the other end of the couch, sipping at the pomegranate-cranberry, “Hopefully before our next meal, unless you want to do take away.”
She giggles, “Could do take away Chinese anyway, I’ve been craving it for days… after shopping, of course.”
I can’t help but laugh myself and soon after we’re headed out the door to do the food shop together.
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I’m surprised that Katie let me go out in my pyjama bottoms and a hoodie. She changed into some jeans and a sweater set that accentuates her curves. My job… trolley pusher. Every once in a while I’ll mention getting something different or a different brand that is more eco friendly. It’s light, enjoyable.
What I don’t understand… the touches.
They’re not even really touches, not really… more like ghostly brushes… her fingertips across my arm, or my shoulders, or along the small of my back as she walks around me. The way she’ll grab my hand to point to something. I was already in a state before we left the house, and with all this physical contact, I’m liable to explode any minute now.
My breath defies me as it hitches as she sets her hand on my lower back, fingers tracing mindlessly, and even through the thick hoodie she’s sending fire through my veins. She was looking at the tinned soup before her gaze turned to look at me, noticing my lack of oxygen. “Alright?” she asked, her fingers not stopping one bit. I do a quarter turn to face her, and her hand drags along my body to be sat at my hip. It doesn’t just sit there though, it squeezes into me. I’m sure, if she looked, she could see my heart pounding along my pulse point in my neck, or maybe she can just hear it cracking into my ribs.
I clear my throat and take a step back, out of her reach. If I’d have been able to think this through a bit, I would have put the trolley between us so she couldn’t just step back into me. Now her hands are sat on both hips, her chocolate orbs looking worriedly up into mine. I can’t help but glance at her lips, then my gaze flashes back up to her eyes, then back down. Fuck… I’m losing my resolve, she needs to back up and give me space. She needs to… fuck, she’s wearing that fruity flavoured lipbalm that I told her I enjoyed the smell (and taste) of.
I swallow and try to step back, but I can’t move back in the aisle any further because of the shelves. She takes my hands and sets them on her hips. Her own hands start to slide up my arms around my neck. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. She’s going to hate me.
My fingers grasp at her hips and I push her backward as my lips find hers. Her arms leave from around my neck as she reaches back, hitting several tins off the shelf and they fall to the floor. She doesn’t resist, but she’s not really participating either. I pull back enough to soften the pressure on her mouth and she seems to relax into it, her hands moving back into my peroxide locks, pulling me closer.
I tell her everything, just in that kiss, my love, my devotion, my passion that are all for her. My hands slip under her shirt, one moving to her lower back while the other moves over the swell of her hip, tickling the skin stretched tight over the bone there. Katie’s lips are moving softly against mine. I don’t try to deepen it; I’m scared shitless as it is without trying to push it further. To say that she takes my breath away would need to be taken rather literally right about now and soon both of us pull away, blue and brown swirling together as we take in deep gulps of oxygen into our lungs.
I go to say something, I’m not quite sure what it was I could have possibly said, but it didn’t matter when her fingertips lifted to stop me, brushing over my lips like a cool autumn breeze. “Don’t…” she whispers her request and I kiss her fingertips before backing up. I can’t help but lick my lips, tasting her on them, and I catch her doing the same. I manage a small smile as I look up at her and it’s suddenly as if she realizes where we are, her eyes darting in either direction, blushing when she catching a few teen boys with their gobs open wide and eyes nearly popping from their heads. She blushes and then looks at me for a minute. I can’t read her expression, but she walks to the front of the trolley, pulling it forward, encouraging me to follow. My eyes perv shamelessly down her ass and I give the boys a wink as we walk by them. They’ll definitely have some wanking material for later.
The rest of our shopping trip goes without any problems, but we also don’t mention the fact that I pushed her up against the shelves and kissed her either. I don’t know if I should broach the subject, or let her bring it up. We stop by and pick up our Chinese take away and she dishes up our plates while I put the food away.
The popping sound of a bottle being de-corked makes me jump slightly and I’ve just put the last piece of food away as I turn around to see her pouring some white wine in a glass. I didn’t even realize we had anything other than red wine in the whole house. Katie takes pleasure in the more bold taste that comes with the darker wines. I pick up the bottle as she sets it down, ‘Blossom Hill Californian White Wine’ it says on the label. “Didn’t know you liked white wine…” I mention as I move to the table where she’s sat our plates up and the glasses, and I set the bottle down so either of us can refill if we’d like.
“I don’t, usually, but I do like this one, and I figured you would too… since you prefer white and all,” she smiles over to me.
This is just too weird. I think I liked it better before I kissed her, sure it was frustrating as all fuck, but I just don’t know how to handle her if she doesn’t… I mean… fuck… I think I just changed everything. Our whole dynamic feels different. Maybe I’m just freaking out. Shit, she expects a response. “Yeah…” I choke out. Clever response, Campbell, really fucking brilliant.
We make it through dinner, and end up finishing the bottle between us. The conversation is pleasant, but it still feels strange. It isn’t until we decide to go to bed that I feel my anxiety rise. Am I expected to… I mean… do I kiss her good night? Do I offer for her to sleep in mine? Do I just walk into hers? Fuck. It was never this complicated with…
My mind goes blank as she leans up and places a lingering kiss at the corner of my lips. I see her cheeks flush as she turns to go into her bedroom, “See you tomorrow,” she says as she disappears into her bedroom. I smile. Maybe things won’t be so awkward after all.
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