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Week 1: Sensory Overload

Lorelai and Luke lay in bed facing each other. She was dressed in Rory's old Chilton skirt, the waist folded up to make it more scandalous than her daughter ever allowed, and a tight-fitting white button up, undone enough that her lacy white bra was visible. She had thought about making Luke dress up in a more professorial outfit, but she knew getting him to agree to role playing on their first Saturday would only work if he didn't feel totally unlike himself.

After leaving Luke's that afternoon, Lorelai had gone to a sex shop in Woodbury to start collecting the items they would need for their weekly trysts. She grabbed various toys and lubricants, blindfolds and silk ties, furry handcuffs for a laugh, some new lingerie, and a few different sized anal toys. In doing her research, she discovered that the key to enjoying anal sex for the first time was to prep ahead of time, so even though it wasn't on their immediate to-do list, she figured she'd get a start on priming herself for the big event.

When she returned home, she pulled an oversized shoebox from her closet, filled it with her new toys and slid it under the bed for convenience. She immediately looked over the list and tried to decide on a good kink to try out that night when Luke got home – something she felt he would be comfortable with that would up the fun-factor. Most of all, she wanted Luke to enjoy this process with her, and she knew that having a memorable first encounter would be essential in making that happen.

Her mind immediately went back to their conversation on role playing. Although Luke was hesitant to engage, she believed that if she picked the right scenario, and looked just sexy enough, he would be game. The idea to go full student/teacher was arrived upon when she realized that she already had the perfect outfit handy, and Luke wouldn't have to go too far out of his comfort zone to play the part.

Getting him into bed had been the easy part. He came home that night and was greeted by Lorelai standing in the foyer in full costume, looking like she'd just stepped out of a porno. But by the time they made it to the bedroom and his acting skills were put to the test, they both quickly realized that this was not going to be an easy transition for him.

"Oh, Professor," Lorelai forced a moan, as Luke kissed down her throat.

"I'm just trying to give you a thorough education," Luke mumbled into her chest. She giggled and popped another button on her shirt to give him more access.

"I need this extra credit to pass your class," she told him, reiterating the story she had concocted before he got home from work. He pushed his hand into her shirt, caressing her breast.

"You fell pretty far behind, Ms. Gilmore. You've got a lot of work to do if you want to make a passing grade," he told her in a stilted, unnatural fashion. She continued to push to try and keep them on track.

"I'll do anything you want," she promised. Luke leaned in and kissed her again, before pulling back with a sigh.

"You okay?" she asked.

Luke let out a sharp breath. "I feel ridiculous."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I can't get into it. I feel like I'm putting on an act or something."

"But that's part of the fun!" she exclaimed.

"I know it's supposed to be."

Lorelai frowned. "Is it something I'm doing?"

"No, no," Luke assured her. "It's not you. You're great. You're always great. I just don't want to ruin this for you if I suck at it."

"Ruin it for me? Luke, you're doing this for me. That fact that you're trying is enough."

He looked at her, unconvinced. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Lorelai said. She sidled a little closer in the bed and slung her leg over his hip. "Just thinking about it is getting me hot." Luke offered a placating grin, but his reticence was still apparent. Lorelai bit the inside of her cheek and thought about her plan for the evening.

"Look, maybe we're jumping in a little too far, too fast with the role playing. Let's do something else," Lorelai posed. Luke's thumb toyed over her hip.

"I don't want to screw up your plans."

"Luke, you're not screwing anything up. The only thing that would ruin this is if I thought you weren't enjoying yourself. Come on, I've got something else in mind that I think might be a better way to ease you into this," she suggested. Luke sighed, thinking back to what he could remember from the list they had compiled. At the moment, he wasn't sure what, if anything, would make him comfortable.

"What's that?"

Lorelai grinned that sexy, coquettish grin that always graced her lips when she hatched a plan. Luke wasn't sure if that gave him more confidence or less.

She pulled away and got up from the bed, and he leaned up on his elbow to watch her as she knelt down and pulled a box out from under the bed and plucked the top off. She dug around for a few seconds before selecting something and pushing the box back into place. She stood up next to the bed holding a black sleeping mask.

"Do you trust me?"

Luke eyed her, curious, but not immediately intimidated. "Do I have a choice?"

"There's always a choice, Luke."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I trust you," he finally allowed. She smiled and moved forward to kneel on the bed.

"Okay. Tonight, I just want to make you feel good. Sound okay?"

Luke offered a half-grin. "How do you plan on doing that?"

"Oh, a little of this, a little of that," she teased. He rolled his eyes good naturedly.

"And what do I have to do?" he asked, trying to suss out his role in the evening's events.

"Two things," Lorelai said. She held up the mask. "First, you have to let me blindfold you."

"Okay," Luke hesitantly agreed.

"And two, you have to lay back and just let it happen. Can you do that for me?"

He looked between her and mask, turning this over in his mind. "Just let it happen, huh?" She nodded, and he decided he could live with her terms. "I can do that."

In truth, Luke was relieved that he wouldn't be playing a more active role. He normally wasn't keen on leaving Lorelai to do all the work, but he'd been feeling nervous and unsure ever since she suggested trying all of these crazy new things. He was okay with letting her take the lead for the first time to help ease him into it.

Lorelai leaned in and caught his lips in a gentle kiss. Luke let his eyes drift shut and he leaned into it, taking it deeper. He felt Lorelai smile against his lips and allowed himself to be pushed onto his back as she came to straddle his waist. Even through their clothes, he could feel the heat emanating from between her thighs. It was one of his favourite feelings, just the anticipation of being inside of her spurring on his arousal.

Lorelai rested over him with her hands on either side of his head as she allowed their kisses to deepen, becoming a little wilder. Luke brought his hands to her ass and pulled her down against him, a small moan leaving her throat at the hardness beneath her.

They continued like this for moments longer, long slow grinding punctuated by tongues dueling from mouth to mouth. Luke pushed up against her core and Lorelai moaned into his mouth at the pressure against her aching clit. He held her hips and controlled their pace as their pulses began to race in anticipation of what would come next – what always came next.

In an incredible feat of restraint, Lorelai managed to slow their pace to a stop and pushed herself up and away, breaking their intense lip lock. Luke was hesitant to let her go. He pushed up into her again and grinned as her eyelids slid shut and she allowed herself just one more moment of weakness before finally extricating herself completely from his grasp. She swung her leg back around so she was kneeling next to him.

"Ready?" Lorelai asked. Luke was dazed by his arousal, and simply nodded his consent as Lorelai plucked the sleep mask from the bedsheets. She offered him an encouraging smile before securing it over his eyes, blinding him to the room.

Luke tried to relax back into the sheets. His erection throbbed in the confines of his jeans and he ached to release it. He was relieved when the first thing he felt was Lorelai unbuttoning and unzipping the denim. He assisted her in undressing him until he felt nothing against his skin but the slight chill in the room.

"Get comfortable. I'll be right back," Lorelai told him. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. He felt the bed rise next to him as she got up, and heard her soft padding across the hardwood floor as she trekked out of the room; for what, Luke had no idea.

Left to his own devices, Luke started to feel unsure again. He was on top of the covers with his erection laying hard and hot against his lower abdomen. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to release some of his remaining tension, choosing to close his eyes behind the blindfold and sink into the sensation of the soft sheets and pliant cushion of the bed and pillow. He rested his hands by his sides and waited as patiently as he could for whatever would come next.

As the moments ticked on, a faint scent of vanilla began to fill the room. Lorelai must have turned on the wax burner on her way out. He didn't remember hearing the click of the button. He breathed deeply, enjoying the way the aroma consumed the air around him, relaxing him further as he waited for his love to return.

After a few moments more, he heard soft footfalls ascending the stairs and entering the room. Something was set down on her bedside table, then a click of the light switch, and his darkness became complete. The unmistakable strike of a match sounded next – candles, he assumed.

She said nothing as she returned to the bed. The mattress depressed next to him again, and Luke anticipated her touch, though it didn't come immediately. He swallowed hard, waiting. Thought to ask, but then remembered her rule – just let it happen.

His cock twitched and he resisted the urge to touch himself.

Lorelai had asked and he had agreed. He was going to let it happen.

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Lorelai returned to the bedroom with a few items from downstairs. When she started planning these weekly escapades, she certainly had ideas for a few of the events, and she was very excited to try some of them out.

Her research had led her to websites extolling the virtues of sensory deprivation in the bedroom. It was a way of increasing the pleasure of one's partner by dulling some senses, thereby heightening others. There were many tips and tricks for how to do this effectively, but she knew Luke wasn't going to want to go all out on their first venture. As she wandered through the main floor of her house collecting bits and pieces, she kept that in mind. She wanted only to bring him pleasure, and she had a game plan for how she was going to do that.

After setting her items down, she looked over Luke's prone form. If not for his raging erection pointing due north, she'd be worried he had fallen asleep. He laid still, deep, steady breaths causing the rise and fall of his broad chest. His lips were slightly parted and she could hear his quiet inhalation as he waited patiently for what was to come. She smiled, feeling confident in her plan of attack.

She returned to the door and flicked off the light, casting most of the room into darkness, save for the pale yellow light emanating from her wax burner. She grabbed the matches from her table and began to light a few candles on her dresser, giving the room a warm, dim glow. Finished with that, she removed her own clothes and made way for the bed, careful to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the silence.

In the flickering light, Luke's form looked strong and inviting. His muscular frame begged to be touched, and her body begged to touch him. Their intense foreplay still rang through her.

She leaned down next to him, watched his adam's apple bob as he waited for her touch. With her lips next to his ear, she whispered, low and airy, "I'm so wet for you."

His moan of acknowledgment was immediate, low and rumbling, and Lorelai felt it all the way down to her toes.

Her tongue slipped out and flicked the lobe of his ear. A sharp inhale, his reaction to first contact.

She dropped a featherlight kiss to the skin below his ear, then another where his jaw met his neck, and another in the hollow of his collarbone.

She watched his chest rise and fall a little heavier, and smiled at the impact just a few touches could render under the right circumstances.

Luke audibly groaned when she pulled back, obviously keenly aware of where she was and what she was doing. She moved to her table and collected some items, preparing to tease him until he could take no more.

Moving back to Luke, she sat up next to him looking over his body. If possible, his erection had grown even more since she re-entered the room. A good sign that her plan was working out.

She started with a single finger, the index of her right hand. It landed gently on the far-side of his face and traced a long, delicate path along his jaw, over his throat, through the centre of his chest, and down to flick up the length of his erection. A small sound made its way from his lips as she touched him where he ached to be tended to, but she did not offer him a reprieve. Not yet.

As her finger made its return trip, it was joined by the others. She traced a featherlight path up his side, and he shied away with a small chuckle as she coursed over one of his most ticklish spots. She grinned, but continued her journey unabated.

She brought her finger to his bottom lip, pulling it further from the top and caressed the plush, pink flesh she found there. She dipped her finger into his mouth and he sucked on it gently before she plucked it back out, damp with saliva. He gasped as that wet finger then traced his right nipple, leaving it, too, damp against the chill of the room.

Lorelai followed her finger with her mouth. Her tongue spun circles around the erect bud, and with her left hand she tweaked Luke's left nipple, not too hard, but enough to elicit a groan.

She tugged with her teeth at the nipple she was laving, and then pulled back to blow cold air over it, causing a shiver to course up his spine.

As she pulled back and returned her hand to the damp, teased bud, she silently plucked an ice cube from a bowl and brought it to Luke's chest. He gasped as she lowered it onto his left nipple, spinning circles around it and bringing it painfully to attention, and then moaned loudly as she replaced the freezing cold with her hot tongue, warming him immediately. She noticed his hips jerk as she did so, and felt the satisfaction that she was effectively turning him on in a brand new way.

Pulling back, she fisted the ice cube so it began to melt, and allowed droplets of cold water to dot the sensitive skin of Luke's stomach. His muscles quivered with each new drop, and his body shifted to find comfort against the assault, which seemed so much more intense without sight to warn him.

Lorelai discarded the ice and shifted downward to kiss and lick her way up is belly, claiming each drop for herself as she warmed him. She reached up with her freezing hand and let it come to rest against the side of his neck, further highlighting the dichotomy between hot and cold.

Luke did his best to lay still as she tormented him, reminding himself over and over again, just let it happen.

After cleaning up her mess, Lorelai decided it was time to bring things up another level. She grabbed a silk scarf she had brought up from downstairs and brought it to his cheek, tempting him with the smooth, cool fabric. Luke sighed as it moved down his body, finally teasing over his erection, which begged for attention.

Not one to disappoint, Lorelai allowed the silk to cover his member, stroking him through it.

Luke moaned loudly as he received the kind of pressure he was so desperate for. Lorelai could see him fighting not to respond, as his fists clenched the sheets at his sides and the muscles in his abdomen and legs twitched and jerked. Despite himself, his hips moved slightly, aiding in Lorelai's efforts to bring him pleasure.

"Lorelai," his voice was barely a whisper, but it sounded much louder in the silence of the room. All of his noises seemed to reverberate through the space, and through them both, heightening their pleasure. Lorelai smiled, happy to know that he was enjoying this all as much as she was.

She had no intention of letting him finish this way. This only served as a pit stop on her journey; a reminder to Luke that the ultimate payoff was still to come.

When she eventually pulled the silk away, Luke's disappointment was not well veiled. She grinned and leaned down to flick her tongue against the head of his cock, causing him to gasp in surprise at the sudden and welcome change.

She positioned herself in between his spread legs and rested her hands on either side of his hips as she used only her mouth to pleasure him. Luke's moans became longer, louder, and her name left his lips like a prayer as she took him in deep, and then sucked in her cheeks on the way back. Her tongue ran along the vein on the underside of his shaft, and then lower, as she teased his balls and sucked one, then the other, into her mouth.

Unable to see, all of Luke's remaining senses gave way to her touch, creating an intense desire that threatened to overtake him. She changed her technique seemingly at random, keeping him on edge as he tried and failed to anticipate what would come next.

Luke was nearly ready to come apart when Lorelai pulled way entirely, leaving his wet member with only air for company. He could have cried at yet another delayed release.

Luke gasped loudly as Lorelai squeezed a line of cool massage oil over his chest and stomach, obviously catching him off-guard. She went in with her hands and began to spread it around. More dollops came, and soon she had his torso, arms, legs and sex covered and slick, shimmering in the candlelight. He was a sight to behold like this, and she decided it was high time to start giving herself pleasure as well.

She moved to straddle Luke's waist, sitting just above his erection so it barely grazed where he most wanted to be. She reached down and took each of Luke's hands in hers and put them up on his pillow on either side of his head. He didn't need to be told to leave them there.

Finally, she took another generous dollop of the oil and smeared it over her own body, covering her breasts, and finally swiping it along her already soaked core. She allowed herself a moment to circle her swollen clit with her fingers, and moaned loudly into the room, causing another jolt of arousal to course through Luke's veins.

Ready, Lorelai leaned down and laid out over his body, bringing their slick chests together. She began to move her arousal over his erection, allowing him to pleasure her clit as their bodies slipped against each other's, her erect nipples grazing the hair of his chest, causing them both to moan at the contact.

As their bodies moved, the massage oil began to warm between them, adding yet another element of surprise for Luke, who was beginning to feel overwhelmed with the combination of sensations Lorelai was providing him with.

Unable to put it off any longer, she finally allowed him to slip inside of her as their need for connection became too great. It superseded all else, and there was nothing she could do but let it run its course.

Lorelai had every intention of taking Luke slowly, making this last as long as possible, but when he filled her, she knew she didn't have an ounce of restraint left in her. She remained low with her hands on either side of his chest, and began to ride him quickly as their oiled skin slid and created a full-body heat between them.

Luke couldn't help but buck up into her as she took on a pace that begged for his participation. He fucked her from beneath as best he could while keeping his hands by his head, per her unspoken instructions.

It wouldn't be long before they'd be flying over the edge, they both knew. Lorelai couldn't be bothered to care as he filled her so completely, her body wet and hot, inside and out, her clit grinding in the most satisfying way against his pubic bone with every thrust.

Luke began to fall apart before Lorelai, unable to continue to hold off after such an extended period of foreplay. He gritted his teeth as his body shook in efforts to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use. He came forcefully, grunting and pounding into her until he couldn't take it anymore.

Luckily for Lorelai, the sheer eroticism of his climax spurred on her own. She grinded hard into him as waves of pleasure overtook her and she lost herself in their long-awaited releases. She collapsed onto his body and let her face rest in the crook of his neck as they both worked to catch their breath.

As the aftershocks began to subside, Luke's arms came down and circled Lorelai's body, holding her for moments longer.

Lorelai looked up, wanting to see the satisfaction in his baby blues, but instead was confronted with the ever-present blindfold. She rolled off to his side and reached up to push the fabric up and out of the way. Luke's eyes opened slowly and blinked against the dim light in the room, before coming to focus on her. He looked, as expected, thoroughly sated, but there was something else there too.

"Holy shit," he mumbled, almost unthinking. Lorelai smiled.

"Good?"

Luke nodded dumbly. He looked to Lorelai, and then around the room, taking in the scene she had set. He returned to her with a soft gaze.

"What are you thinking?" Lorelai asked. Her voice was barely a whisper, as if anything more would offend the quiet of the room. Luke smiled softly and leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. As he pulled back, he shifted onto his side to face her and pulled her close.

"I wasn't sure about this," Luke said, just as quiet. "I guess, I didn't really understand what you thought was missing. Or maybe I was annoyed that you thought anything was missing." Lorelai frowned, but allowed him the time to formulate his thoughts as he continued.

"Lorelai, I want to try to do this with you," he finally said. "Not just because you want to do it, but because I think you're right. This was…" he let his sentence drift away.

"I know," she attempted to let him off the hook, knowing talking about this stuff was well outside his comfort zone. He shook his head.

"No, I should say it. You should know." He took another moment to gather his thoughts, and Lorelai offered an encouraging smile. "This was something else, Lorelai. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life, and if I can give you even half of what you gave me at some point over these next eight weeks, then I'm in. I want that. Let's do it." Lorelai smiled broadly at his uneasy proclamation. She knew he'd felt something real, something big tonight, but hearing it from his own lips was so unexpected.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said, humbly. He looked at her like she was crazy.

"'Like' doesn't begin to cover it. Seriously, Lorelai. Holy shit." Lorelai giggled, and Luke smiled in response.

"I'm really excited for this," Lorelai said, sobering slightly. "And it's not because our sex life is bad. It's so not. I'm just excited to try new things with you. Tonight was amazing for me too."

Luke pulled Lorelai back into him and kissed her soundly, their bodies going flush together. When they broke, their skin parted audibly, reminding them that they were still covered in massage oil, which was rapidly becoming sticky as it dried.

"How do you feel about a shower?" Luke asked, chuckling. Lorelai laughed brightly as she allowed him to pull her up from the bed and toward the bathroom, where they moved onto round two beneath the warm spray.

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