The house was immaculate, if you didn't know any better you wouldn't actually think that this was anything more than a show house. Paul stood awkwardly in the middle of the lounge unsure of what to say as the reception that he had received had been less than warm and she didn't seem to want him to be here at all.


Being in the same house as him knowing that there would be no interruptions and there was no way for her to escape was scary. There was no getting out of it which meant that she was going to have to lie really well to get him to believe whatever it was that she was going to use as an excuse for avoiding him.


"Is there a reason that you have been ignoring me for a week?" There was no point in dancing around why he was here, he decided to just come out with it and put himself out of his misery.

"I haven't been ignoring you; I have just been really busy." That excuse sounded weak to her as soon as it left her lips, he was smarter than that and she knew that he wouldn't buy that.

Did she think that he would believe that? The look on her face said that even she didn't believe it. "Maybe you would like a minute to come up with a more believable lie? Nobody is that busy that they can't return even one text in an entire week. What about the time you completely ignored my request to stay after class? How about the time you literally ran away from me saying that you couldn't do it?"

Sinking to sit on the couch she sighed heavily, "Okay fine, I have had a lot going on in my head. Better?"

He moved to sit beside his girlfriend; it was much better getting at least a little bit of honesty out of her at last. "What has been going on in your head? You could have talked to me about whatever it was, I wouldn't have judged you."

The silence in the room was deafening, he wanted her to open up and be honest about hearing him say that he loved her and she was desperately trying to come up with something that he would buy.

"First there was all of the stuff to do with my parents work thing on Saturday and then since Saturday I have been struggling to understand and deal with understanding how men work. I was there to help my parents but the barman that worked at the hotel was all over me and it was creepy and weird and I don't know how to deal with it in my mind."

Why was she lying to him so much? It was actually infuriating him that she just wasn't being honest with him. "Except I know that the barman wasn't being creepy and all over you because we had a conversation about how hot he thought you were and how he was going to ask you out until you said that you had a boyfriend and I saw the two of you interact in the bar so I know that he wasn't creepy with you."

"You were in the bar?! How did you know where I was?" That certainly explained why she felt the way that she did after she left the bar because he had been the one that was staring at her.

"I knew that it was going to be held in a hotel so I drove around until I spotted your car and then had a drink in the bar hoping to catch a glimpse of you. I didn't expect you to actually come in to the bar though so that was an added bonus for me to see you looking stunning so close in person like that. Don't change the subject though. Why are you lying? What not just be honest?" When her eyes refused to meet his gaze and she didn't say anything for a minute he decided to just put it out there and see how she reacted then. "I know that I told you that I loved you."

Stephanie's head snapped to the side to look at him when he said that causing her neck to crack and the pain to shoot up in to her skull. Clutching at her neck she wanted to cry.

Seeing her in pain his anger at her lies melted away a little as he hated that and wanted to ease her pain. His hand slid around her neck holding and rubbing it gently, "It'll be okay, the pain will pass."

Every nerve ending in her body was on edge as his hand rubbed her neck; just the simplest of touches had her melting into a puddle on the couch.

When she didn't pull away from his touch it gave him hope that they may be able to fix this, he just had to get her to open up to him. After a minute of rubbing her neck he removed his hand, "How is it feeling now?"

Barely disguising her whimper at the loss of contact her reply came out short, "Hmm, better."

"Okay good. So are we going to discuss me professing my love for you or not?"

She opened her mouth to reply but shut it again as she didn't know how to. After a minute she finally found the words, "How did you know?"

"It was a conversation with Diana actually, she refused to tell me what the two of you talked about because of girl code but she told me to figure out exactly what it was that I could have said or done that would have made you react like this. It has been bothering me since it happened whether you were really there and I really said I loved you or not. I was so sleep deprived on that night that even after you left and I was cooking dinner I was sat thinking about it wondering if it was real or not and when you wouldn't talk to me I couldn't ask you if the little things that made me think it may be a coincidence meant anything or not."

"So you didn't mean it? You said it because you were sleep deprived."

Sighing heavily he wished that she wouldn't doubt how much she meant to him and always find excuses for things. "Oh no, I meant it, every single word of it. The only part of that night that the sleep deprivation had any part of was the dream I had.

He meant it; he actually meant it when he said the words?

When she didn't reply he decided to put it all out there because it couldn't get any worse than it already was. Shuffling a little closer to her on the couch he resisted the urge to touch her incase it was going to make her uncomfortable. "Stephanie I love you, I mean it when I say this. I was terrified of telling you because I didn't want to push you too quickly or make you feel like you had to say it back if you didn't feel it but being half asleep let it just slip out."

Unsure of how to respond to him there were so many thoughts in her mind but one was screaming louder than the rest. Looking down at the floor briefly she slowly raised her gaze to his face, "I love you too."

Because of how she reacted those were the last words that he expected to hear, he couldn't help but grin widely, "Really?"

"Really. After you said it I felt weird because I felt it and I didn't want to say it to you if you didn't know that you had said it so I thought if I didn't say anything to you then it would be okay because I wouldn't mess anything up."

In his mind she had said that she loved him so he could now attempt to get things back on track between the two of them so slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "So rather than facing up to it you ran away?"

Stephanie couldn't help the happy sigh that fell from her lips at the touch of his hand on his body and being so close to him again. Momentarily distracted by those thoughts she almost didn't reply to him, "Pretty much. I didn't really think it through I know but it kind of just seemed like the right thing at the time and once I had done it then there was no turning back."

"It's okay, I understand now. So are you now going to return my calls and come by my house again?"

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink colour, "I think that I could be convinced."

Convinced? She really shouldn't say things like that around him right now because she may not be ready for what he wanted to do to her. Tentatively turning her head with his fingers he pressed a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled away, "Convinced yet?"

The touch of his lips on hers almost had her floating up into the air, nothing felt better after a week than kissing her boyfriend but it wasn't enough for her, one small kiss did nothing to quench the thirst that she had for him. "Not convinced at all. I know what may convince me though, why don't you tell me what got you so excited last week when I came to yours?"

He wasn't sure how that would convince her to talk to him and go by his again but he would try anything once. "Well you see when I fell asleep I was dreaming about you and our text conversation, I was dreaming of what it would be like to be in New York just the two of us and imagining what it would be like being in a posh restaurant and accidentally dropping my cutlery on the floor as you spread your legs a little letting me see right up your skirt and seeing your lack of panties." He let his one hand drop to her leg feeling the bare skin at the bottom of her skirt before he continued, "And then I was dreaming of making out in the back of a cinema with you. You made me so hot and then in my dreams just as you said in your text you pulled my hand to the inside of your thigh and you were begging me to finger you so as you can imagine that got me really hot."

As she listened to him she got hotter and opened her legs a little wider allowing his hand to slide up the inside of her thigh. When the story ended she felt his fingertips right by her panties, they were so close to touching her and now she desperately wanted to feel it. Gasping lowly at the faintest of touches the words tumbled from her lips before she thought about them, "Touch me."

Throughout the story his hand had taken on a life of its own as it slid up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the end of the story and his hand was at the top of her thighs he didn't dare move it as he didn't want to draw attention to it if she had been distracted by his story. However it seemed like he didn't need to draw attention to it as she knew his hand was there judging by her request, he was concerned as to why she was saying it though so didn't move his hand an inch. "Why?"

Why did he fucking think? Surely one week apart hadn't completely rotted his brains of all logic. "Why do you think I want you to touch me Paul?"

"I'm not sure." It was the truth mostly, although the more he tuned in to where his hand was the more he felt the heat radiating off her pussy.

It had been more than a week since she had orgasmed and it had been one long week since she had felt the touch of his hands on her body and now she had it her body was craving more, so much more. "Promise not to think badly of me?"

"Never beautiful. The sexiest thing that you can ever do for me is be open and honest about your feelings and what you want, especially sexually so I will never laugh at you."

A soft smile came to her lips as he said that, the more he said that to her the more she was really beginning to believe that he meant it. "I need you to touch me Paul; I need you to make me cum."

Feeling his pants tighten he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Fuck, if that was not the most beautiful thing that he had ever heard her say. Tentatively sliding his hand higher until his fingers brushed the outside of her panties it was hard not to rip them off her and lay her down on the couch to fuck her as she moaned lowly and her hips lurched closer to him at the simple contact. He didn't want to tease her any longer so he slipped two fingers inside the side of her panties and brushed her lips delighting at the way she moaned in pleasure at the contact.

He was going entirely too slow and driving her insane with the little contact, she desperately needed more and that alone clouded her judgement and made her say and do something that under normal circumstances she would never say and do. "For fucks sake, if my panties were in the way of you touching me all you had to do was ask." Getting to her feet she quickly pulled them down forcing Paul to move his hand as they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them before she sat back down and spread her legs.

Paul could only sit there and stare at his girlfriend as she pulled off her panties and try not to jump her. The second that she sat back down with her legs spread he leant a little closer to her and pressed a kiss to the join between her neck and her shoulder as his hand found its way back between her legs and began to stroke her.

Moaning lowly at the touch of his lips on her neck she tilted her head to the side giving him more access as she waited for the touch that she needed but as his fingers continued to tease her she thrust her hips up towards his hand, "Please."

"Look at me."

Slowly turning her head to the side she couldn't help but smile at the way he was staring at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, "I love you."

Hearing those words come from her lips when she was so turned on was more than a turn on for Paul. Now that he was able to look in her eyes though he slipped one finger inside of her enjoying the way her eyes slid closed and her mouth opened ever so slightly as a soft moan fell from her lips, "Beautiful."

Stephanie couldn't help but blush as he called her beautiful, leaning closer to him she pressed her lips to his in what started as a soft kiss but was quickly deepened as their mouths opened and their tongues came in to play.

He couldn't help but groan in to the kiss as his finger moved in and out of her wet pussy. Desperately wanting more of her body he put gentle pressure on her shoulder to push her to lie down.

She took the hint from his pushing and moved to lie back on the couch without him removing his finger from inside of her. To enable her to pull him down to kiss she carefully moved her one leg to behind Paul blushing furiously at the groan that left his lips as he skirt flew up and she opened herself even wider to him.

Staring down at her as she lay completely open to him Paul licked his lips, he wanted her so badly but for now he was going to focus on getting her off so slipping another finger inside of her he watched her back arch. It was his turn to shift on the couch now until he was kneeling between her legs, leaning down over her he began pressing kisses to her neck searching for her sensitive spot and then sucking on it gently.

The stimulation to her neck had her moaning loudly and her back arching. Desperately seeking her orgasm she began moving her hips in time with the movement of his fingers but it wasn't enough, "More Paul, I want more fingers. Fill me with them; I'm so horny that nothing is enough."

"Are you sure?"

Murmuring her agreement she couldn't focus on anything but the feel of his fingers as they hovered around her entrance. Her body was relaxed and she felt like she was in heaven as he played her like a finely tuned instrument, her boyfriend knew exactly what she needed and gave her everything she wanted as she felt him slowly slide three fingers inside of her.

"Let me know if this is too much gorgeous." He wasn't sure how he was going to get out of here without getting a release because he was hard as rock watching her body as she moved against his hand. Carefully twisting his fingers inside of her he curled them up to brush against her walls smirking as her back arched and she screamed in pleasure, "That's it baby, enjoy the feelings and let your body go."

Frantically reached for him she fisted her hand in his shirt pulling him down, "Kiss me."

Not one to turn down such a polite request Paul kissed his girlfriend with every ounce of passion he had in his body and carefully slid his other hand between their bodies seeking out her clit rubbing it gently until her back arched as she orgasmed.

It was only after she came down from her spectacular high that it all came flooding back to her and she began blushing furiously, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?! Why?"

Acutely aware of his hands still being very much inside of her she wasn't sure how to approach what was on her mind. "Everything. Completely ignoring you for a week, sending you that text that then infiltrated your dreams, this, if we were going to be intimate it should have been about us and not me."

"Baby girl don't be sorry for this, I am more than happy to get you off if you need it and clearly you desperately needed this."

And she did need it, desperately, so much so that she felt like a giant weight had been lifted from her now that she had found release. She was left with the awkward feeling of wanting to ask him if he wanted or needed anything and just making a move on him.

Slowly withdrawing his fingers from inside of her he raised them to his lips to suck them clean.

Stephanie's eyes were focussed entirely on his hand as he sucked his fingers clean one by one, after removing the second finger from his mouth she grabbed at his wrist. Pushing herself up to more of a seated position as he stared at her quizzically she pulled his wrist closer to her before she took the remaining finger into her mouth locking her gaze with his as she sucked it clean.

As if he needed to be turned on any more by her she managed to do the impossible. When she finally released his finger and fell back to the couch he couldn't help but rock his hips against her leg letting her feel his hardness, he didn't want to push her and actually say something but this would work equally aswell he hoped.

The second she felt his hardness against her leg she was quick to lock her legs around his waist pulling their bodies closer to each other, "My bedroom is just upstairs, my parents aren't due home until late." Biting down on her lip nervously she used her legs around his body for leverage to help her rock her hips against his hardness to hopefully entice him to stay.

Paul wasn't sure what had happened to his girlfriend in the past week but he liked the way that she was behaving today a lot. "So do you want to walk to your bedroom or shall I carry you? If I carry you then I hope there is something in it for me." He couldn't resist winking at her as he teased her.

She wanted him to carry her; she wanted to remain as close to him as possible so without unlocking her legs from around his waist she sat up and quickly worked her arms out of her dress pulling it down to her waist before she removed her bra, "Something like this?"

"Jesus Christ Steph, I was only teasing but oh my God your body is good, you are hot and I am just blabbering now. So where is your room?" Reaching to the floor he picked up her panties and passed them to her before he stood up and made his way towards the stairs keeping a tight grip on his girlfriend's body as he followed the directions to get to her room.