Suspended Passion: One Hot Summer day
by MG19
It had been a blistering 98 degrees outside that found Tsukino
Usagi sitting in her dormroom in front of a fan, with nothing on
but her bra and underwear. Outside it seemed as if nothing was
moving, not the trees, nor the leaves, or anything in between.
The air outside was basically that of the hot, clamy and moist
kind, where you were always in between sweating droplets and
having them be evaporated by the sun.
Her roomate had said that sometime this afternoon the repairman
would be coming. Since she had to go to work, it was agreed upon
for Usagi to stay there all day and wait for him to show up,
when she had really rather be at Mamoru's place, frolicking
around his nice COOL apartment. She hated the fact that when repairman
would finallycome, she would probably be the last in a long line of
people, waiting to get their AC's fixed at the dormatory.
She had been so happy whenMamoru and Motoki had moved out of
the dorms and signed a lease for a place off campus. It was a
whole lot better than having to share a room, which basically
meant no privacy, as well as living uner the rules of the
college.
Sighing, she slumped down to the bed before lifting herself up
on bent elbows. She hoped the repairman would come soon enough,
then the air conditioner in their room would be fixed, and she
could be on her merry little way. She sat up one more, her legs
hanging over the bedside and her arms propping her up on the bed
as she looked out the window with no real thought in mind.
After being let in, Mamoru walked into the living quarters that joined Usagi's
bedroom to her roomate's, just to see hermoving about in hurry, gathering things together.
"Samantha, is Usako here?" He asked her.
"Uh...oh, yeah." She replied in a flurry as she adjusted the tie on
her suit. "She's in her room...y' need anything?"
"No I'm fine...she left her books at my place, thought she might
need them for her next test." Mamoru replied while motioning to
the books in his hands.
"Oh, well, like I said...she's in her room...I gotta run...I'm
going to be late for work." She mumbled some explicative about
how Usagi was rubbing off on her before exiting the room
quickly, the door slamming behind her. Mamoru glanced at the
front door before advancing towards Usagi's bedroom, hoping to suprise her.
When he reached her slightly open door, however, it was he
that was surprised. His girlfriend was sitting on the bed with
her back to him, absentmindedly arching her back as she looked
out the window, the breeze from the fan combing through her
hair. After standing there for a few minutes, he
let out the breath he had been holding and let himself in,
closing the door behind him. He dropped the books on her dresser
before slowly walking towards her.
The clicking sound of the door and the sounds of something
falling atop her dresser had startled Usagi out of her revere;
she quickly turned to take a glance at her intruder.
The breath in her throat suddenly stopped it's descent as she
watched him silently pad over to her witha hungry look
in his eyes, and sit right behind her, his legs at either side
of her body.
"Mamo-chan." She said huskily as his fingers lightly began to trail
over her heated skin, on her thighs and over her abdomen. "We
can't." She barely let out; but she was unheard as his lips
softly began to plant kisses on her skin, all down her neck.
Unlike when he had lived in his dormatory at a co-ed university
with co-ed dorms, she wasn't allowed to have company in this
capacity. What she knew he was thinking was strictly forbidden.
"Usa." He whispered darkly as his fingers trailed down to the
lining of her undergarment, the other hand making a path up to
her brazier before sliding it up and over her breast. She bit
her lip as the desire to scream was burning inside her. His hand
cupped her breast and molded it; the other hand slipped beneath
the undergarment as he began to twirl the tiny hairs of her
mound around his fingers.
Shenearly lost her mind whenMamoru slipped a finger inside her,
causing her to gasp audibly.
Damn the rules.
"Mamo" Was all she managed to release from her lips as her
fingers trailed back and forth over his forearm, the arm that
was pleasuring her there.
Another gasp.
A moan.
Her body began to move, slowly at first, her eyes tightly shut.
He too closed his eyes as she moved against him, her movements
doing wonders to his own body.
The room became filled with their moans as her fingers slid down
his forearm and curled around the fingers that had been stroking
her like an instrument, taking over the tempo of the music they
made. Her other hand reached up behind her to the back of his
neck, curling themselves within there.
"Mamo" She half moaned half cried out as she increased the pace
at which his fingers slid within her, her own body moving faster
and almost to the point where she was out of control.
He continuously shaped her breast with his free hand, feeling
the hard bud and whispering her name repeatedly as he felt his
fingers being coated over and over again.
She could feel her buttocks repeatedly rubbing over him, the hardness
more evident than anything. She went faster and faster, losing the
control that she had once had; her fingers tightened around his own
and brought him in deeper than either of them thought possible.
She cried out as her body shook violently against him; he moved
his free hand from her breast to her flat stomach to hold her as
she came, tightening around his fingers to the point in which he was
surprised that he hadn't lost himself with her.
He placed light butterfly kisses on her neck to calm her down as
he slowly eased his fingers from within her.
She opened clenched eyes, surprised at the tears that escaped
when she had done so. She was slighted thrown off kilter when he
lifted her off him quickly and practically threw her near the
edge bed. She looked up at him to see the reasons for his
actions when she noticed the fierce look in his eyes and the
the tent formation of his pants as he towered over her.
Her shaky fingers immediately found it's way
to his trousers, fumbling with the zipper as she felt his
fingers hook around the waistline of her panties. Without a
second thought she lifted her hips for him and in his haste he
tore her underwear from her body.
His pants slipped down to the floor.
She watched him as he hurriedly fumbled with them, sweat marring
his brow as he pulled out his wallet.
"Come on, come on." He said repeatedly as he searched for his
piece of mind.
"Mamo-chan." She moaned as she squirmed on the bed and opened
her legs to him, a welcome invitation. "I'm cold...I need you."
"Hold on baby, hold on." He said to her as he continued his
search. He cursed a few choice words until he found it, holding
it triumphantly in the air like it was a treasure. He took one
look at her, her body slick with sweat, her breast pert and
nipples hard from arousal before leaning down, placing a kiss on
each of them, causing her to moan. She arched towards him.
He continuously fumbled with the package until he felt her hands
lightly touch his own to calm him down. She took the package
from him and brought it to her lips, tearing it easily before
pulling out the condom.
Hedidn't take his eyes off herand moaned huskily as she slowly slid
it on his manhood, her eyes never diverting from his own.
Without needing further encouragement, he placed his hands on
her hips and was about to slip within her welcoming embrace when
they heard an all too familiar sound that caused them to freeze
in her tracks.
"Usa, did you see where I put my briefcase?" They heard Samantha
call out.
"Damnit." He cursed as they clearly heard the sound of footsteps
roaming round the joint room.
Without further preliminaries they immediately began fumbling
around as he yanked his pants on and she arose to search for
another underwear. He fumbled with the belt as she hurriedly
began pushing him towards the window; thank god she lived on the
first floor and in the back of the dormatory. He continuously
fumbled with his clothing before jumping out and landing on with
a soft thud on the other side of the window.
"Go home and call me." She uttered the words quickly after
kissing him hard and quick, before sending him away.
Usagi continuously straightened up as she heard the footsteps
come closer. She threw on a shirt then opened a can of air
freshener and sprayed it around the room.
"Usagi are you in there?" She heard her say as she knocked on
her bedroom door.
"Hold on, I'm indecent!"Usagi called out as she placed everything
back in order, calmed herself down, and then opened the door.
"Have you seen my briefcase?" She asked her. "Can you believe I
went half way down to the office just to realize that it wasn't
with me?" She continued, ignoring Usagi's state of dress.
"How convenient."Usagi mumbled to herself, her voice dripping
with frustration.
"What was that?"
"N-nothing." She replied as she noticed a shiny open silver
package on the floor in front of the bed and a brown wallet next
to it. "Just talking to myself." She nervously kicked both
articles under the bed.
"Oh...hey, did Mamoru ever come in here and bring you your
books?"
"M-my books?" Her eyes searched the room and found her books on
the dresser. "Y-yeah, they're on the dresser see." She replied
quickly.
"Are you OK?" She inquired with the quirk of a brow.
"Y-yeah, of course."
"So where did Mamoru go?" He asked her. "His car was still
outside when I came back..and I didn't see him leave."
She didn't know how to answer that one, so she answered the only
way she could.
She feigned innocence.
"I-I don't know." She replied.
"How odd." She continued as if in thought.
"D-did you search your bedroom for the briefcase?" She asked
eagerly.
"No I didn't...I think I'll go do that." As soon as she left, Usagi jumped up from
her position to close and lock the door behind her before
falling on the bed and heaving a great sigh.
As soon as Samantha had left their suite, she picked up the phone and dialed
the all too familiar phone number, sure that he should have
raced home by now.
"Usa?" He answered quickly in a repressed manner, picking up the
phone on the first ring.
"Yeah, look, you left your wallet and..." She paused mid-
sentence at hearing a beeping sound on the phone.. "Hold on a
sec..." She clicked over just to be greeted by the Air
Conditioning man asking to be let in; she placed him on hold
and clicked back over. "Damnit," She cursed on the phone.
"What's wrong?"
"I was gonna come over...but I can't, the repairman's here..."
She paced her room back in forth as she thought of a plan.
"Look, you left your wallet, so later...later I'll come over and
bring it to you, kay?"
"Fine." He sighed dejectedly. "Just don't take too long okay
baby? I'm going crazy over here!"
Usagi took a deep breath as she tried not to rush down the long
hallway to his apartment door. Her body felt clamy and all
nervous inside, they had never had an interlude in between their
passion like this before. She could tell by the way he sounded
on the phone that he was definitely starved for her, she wasn't
sure how she would handle it. They had never been so, so wild
or, she wasn't sure what word she would use to describe it. But
she was certain that when she walked in that apartment, things
were not going to start slow, foreplay had already been
surpassed, he would be ready for the meal right now. She had
heard of couples having wild sex before, but her and
Mamoru...well, they had never had that intensity in their
relationship...that need. Sure, the sex was good but it
wasn't...well, never before did he have to take her as soon as
he could. That was the best wasy she could think of it. When she
walked in there, he would want her right then and there...she
wondered blankly if they would even make it to the bed...they'd
never made love anywhere but the bed before either...was she
ready for this? Mamoru had tried to explain to her once before
how the male body worked, and how he felt when they made love.
He told her how many a nights before they started that new step
in their relationship, he would get aroused from just kissing
her, and how it would be hard to put that fire out; sometimes he
would be hard for days.
She paused before his door before reaching up her hand to knock
lightly on it.
"Hey Usagi." That was not whom she was expecting. How could she
have forgotten that Motoki shared their apartment?
"Usa!" She heard Mamoru exclaim from the other side of the room.
"Usagi, what have you done to my man here? He's been pacing back
and forth like mad." He chuckled.
"N-nothing." She brought a hand to her neck as Mamoru approached
her, giving her an intense look that floored her to her spot.
"I-I brought your wallet." She replied.
"Usagi, could we, 'talk', privately please?" He didn't give her
a chance to respond, he grabbed her hand tightly in his own and
led her away to his bedroom. Motoki glanced in their direction.
"They sure disappeared fast...I know they aren't-" He didn't get
to finish as the door to Mamoru's bedroom suddenly slammed
closed; he arched his brow in response. He could hear the sound
of something oddly thudding against the door and wondered what
it was.
"Mamo-chan." He heard Usagi moan. "Motoki will hear us." The
sound of his friend's muffled yet gruff voice came clear through
the door.
"I don't care Usa...I need you, I need you right now!"
Cue exit. Motoki thought, as he heard her moans get louder and
louder.
"Usa...I don't...I don't think I can be gentle with you." His body was
trembling. She could see the agony on his face as he loomed over her, his hands
interlocked with hers, pinning them to the bed above her head.
"If...if you don't want-"
"Frankly, Mamo-chan, I don't give a damn...I'll take you any way
I can." He groaned at her words before pushing himself all the
way inside her. He pounded into her over and
over again, in and out, in and out. He couldn't get enough of
her, he had to have her, even if he needed this fast, lustful,
passionate, and grinidng motion to achieve his goal.
"Hey." She smiled down at him, beneath the soft glow of the
lamp that illuminated the room; his moist body lay halfway on
top of hers as she curled her fingers through his sweat dampened
hair.
"Hey." He smiled back.
"How are you?" It was silly question to ask, but the silence had
been looming between them for too long.
"Fine." He chuckled. "Actually, more than fine...I feel great!"
She blushed, knowing exactly what he referring to. "How bout you?"
"Sore." She yawned, streching her arms out a bit. "But very
content." She smiled.
"You think-" He stopped mid-sentence when he heard a knocking on
the door; he arched his brow.
"Uh...can i come in?" He heard Motoki's light voice filter
through and laughed as Usagi's face turned many a different
shades of red.
"Hold on." He called out before going to his dresser, pulling
out a pair of boxers and a long t-shirt. He threw the Tee to
Usagi, the shorts he put on himself. He watched as Usagi went
over to open the window to let the late night breeze through,
before he walked over to the door, opened it, and let his friend
in.
"Is there something you need?"
"Uh yeah...I think I left my keys...and wallet...and uh...my cellin your room, next to your computer..."
He murmured.
"You mean you were-" Motoki blushed a bright red, Usagi stilled
across the room.
"I was heading out when i realized that I uh...left my money and
means of getting around in your room" He scratched his head in
embarrassment, now it was Mamoru's turn to blush. "I'll just get
them...and then I'm gonna go out, for a while." Usagi and Mamoru
watched silently as he hurried to pick up his belongings from
the computer desk before exiting. Mamoru silently
closed the door behind him before looking to her.
"So...you wanna make love again?"
"Mamo-chan!"
"What?" He shrugged his shoulders exasperatedly.
"okay..." Meekly, she answered.