Warning for an extended sexual scene...
Chapter 20
"Ooo, my feet are sore! Remind me not to dance all night in new shoes," Dawn said later, back at her place.
"Well, it's late…so I should probably head back to the dorm…"
"Or…you could stay?"
"Sure. The couch isn't so bad…"
Dawn stood, from where she had slipped off her shoes, and walked over to him. "Michael, that's not quite what I meant."
"You mean…next to you?" He'd really tried not to squeak on that last word.
"Yeah…maybe…more?"
"You mean…but we haven't…and, uh, now?"
"Unless you don't want to, 'cause you don't have to, but I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I want to, with you…"
"Dawn…," he said reverently. "Are you sure? We've waited for a long time, and there's no rush…"
She shushed him with her finger. "I'm sure. I have been for a while. It's just that tonight's…special."
"Are we…prepared? 'Cause I, uh, don't have anything with me…"
"Oh! Uh, shoot, I don't, either. Drugstore?"
"Yeah…yeah, that'll work. You wanna go with, or…"
"I'll wait here. You know I'll see something that catches my eye and hold us up, and we'll be there twice as long…"
"Right." He started for the door, then turned back and kissed her passionately. "I love you. I'll be back soon."
"Love you, too."
As soon as he was gone, Dawn ran frantically around the apartment, trying to "get ready" for what they were about to do. She found a couple candles and lit them in her bedroom, then brushed her teeth, and checked that she didn't smell after dancing most the night. Then, she checked that the sheets on her bed were clean (they weren't), and remade the bed. He wasn't back, yet, so she cleaned, picking up little things that had ended up on the floor. She heard his feet scuff the doormat, and flung herself on the couch, trying to look like she'd been relaxing the whole time.
"Hey."
"Hey."
They both stood there, fidgeting, then laughed nervously at how shy they felt all of a sudden.
"Um, let's just start slow, and make a rule now that there's no pressure. If one of us wants to stop, then we just stop," Dawn proposed. There, that didn't sound so hard.
"Okay. Sounds like a plan." Michael visibly gulped as she pulled him over to the couch, made him sit, and curled into his side. Dawn initiated the first kiss, tentatively drawing him out.
The passion that usually came with their kisses soon flared, and now it was for one of them to take it the next step further. Dawn crawled into his lap, and Michael slowly slid his hand along her mostly bare back, pausing above the curve of her rump, before lightly caressing it. She didn't slap his hand away, so he gently squeezed the firm flesh. Dawn's hands fluttered about – playing with his hair, passing over his shoulders, and feeling the contours of his chest underneath his dress shirt. She wriggled against him, instinct telling her to move somehow with the kisses.
She must have done something he liked, for he pulled her closer by her butt, and she felt – oh! Was she really the cause of that? She shimmied a bit against the hardness pressing against her stomach, and was rewarded with a moan. And the moving against him was actually kind of pleasant for her, too. Huh… His hands slid up to loosen the bottom tie of her top, pulling on the laces very slowly, so she'd have time to say "stop". Dawn was curious what he would do next, so she wasn't about to halt their making out.
Michael's hands slid under the looser fabric, dancing along her tummy. The next tie held the top snug under her breasts, so they weren't getting that high, yet. He was making little swirl patterns with his thumbs, his fingers playing along her sides, and she giggled.
"Ticklish," she whispered against his mouth. She felt him smile, and his fingers wiggled again. Two can play at that game, she thought, and tickled him back. The tickling became an all-out war, until they were both on the floor laughing and gasping for her.
Michael looked over at Dawn, her hair fanned out on the floor around her head; cheeks flushed from laughing, and blessed his luck. "You are so beautiful," he murmured. She smiled softly in return, and accepted his kiss as he leaned over her. The heat rose again between them.
Michael brushed his fingers ever so lightly along the side of her breast. She shivered, but didn't move away, so he caressed her with a slightly firmer touch, still using the backs of his fingers. Dawn was massaging the back of his neck, her fingers twirling around the waves there. The lack of hesitation seemed to be encouragement for him, so he gently cupped her fullness. She moaned, and he paused.
"Was that a good moan, or a bad moan?" he asked quietly.
"Good. It feels good. You're doing fine," she replied.
They continued this way for a while, until there was a need for…more. Dawn gently pushed him to his back, still kissing him as she tried to undo his shirt buttons blind. She finally managed, and pushed the open sides away so she could have access to his chest. She started leaving a trail of little kisses along his neck, over his collarbone, and down his chest, pausing at his bellybutton.
"Is this okay?" she wondered.
"Yeah. Try any ideas you like, baby. I'm just glad to spend time with you. That just made me sound like the world's biggest sap, huh?"
"No," she giggled. "Not to me. You know who's actually worse?"
"Who?"
"Spike."
"No way! He's all with the 'grr' and the scary."
"I'm serious! You'll only ever see it if you're one of his girls, but he's a total teddy bear. So, see? You're in good company, and being cuddly with me doesn't make you any less of a man."
"Come down here and kiss me." "You know just the right things to say."
After kissing and grinding on the floor for a while, Dawn moved to stand, taking his hand. She gave a tug towards the bedroom. "Should we, uh, continue in there?"
"Okay," he replied. "Nice atmosphere."
"Thanks. I figured a little light was better than bright light, or fumbling in the dark. Fresh sheets, too," she admitted bashfully.
"I want to do right by you, Dawnie, but I'm as new to this as you are."
"Hey, it's okay. Let's just continue as we have been, 'kay? That's been working out pretty well…I think."
"It has," he assured her. She smiled in relief, and nodded.
They ended up kneeling on the bed. As they kissed, Dawn pushed his shirt off to the floor. His shoes had already been left in the living room. His hands trembled as he tried to undo the next tie around her back, so she pulled the bow loose for him. She jumped when his thumbs grazed along the bottom of her breasts. No one had ever touched them but her, and now it was a guy, it was Michael, and this was sending tingles through her entire body. It suddenly occurred to her that only one bow stood between him, and her being topless, and it was a powerful thought. They were really doing this.
"Are you okay?" he asked, sensing her distraction.
"Yeah…it just really hit me, you know? This is big."
"Yeah, it really is. We won't quite be the same people in the morning. Do you want to stop, Dawn? It's okay…"
"No…no, I just needed a second to wrap my brain around that. I haven't changed my mind."
"Okay…Can I…?"
"What, baby?" she gently asked.
"See you?" he asked shyly. He waited for her reply, not looking up.
Dawn bit her lip, pushed away her shyness, and undid the tie around her neck. Her top fell to the floor. "Okay," she whispered.
He looked up in surprise, thinking from her delay that she was going to refuse, then awe replaced the look on his face as he beheld her pale softness. She blushed under his scrutiny, and started to bring her arms up to hide herself.
"Don't, please. You're so gorgeous. You have nothing to be shy about, Dawn," he said effusively. Michael dipped his head to start brushing kisses along her collarbone, his eyes flickering up to her face repeatedly as he worked his way lower. She tasted so sweet, at least to him. Maybe it was just the wealth of this gift he'd been given making him think that was so.
Her arms wrapped around him as he suckled her breast, one around his shoulders, and the other hand cradling his head.
"Oh, goodness!" she gasped. A pleasant burn was building in the pit of her tummy, making her squirm. Logically, she knew what it meant (21, after all), but she'd never experienced it this intensely. His warm skin against hers felt really good, too.
Their lips met again, and hands wandered to their remaining clothing. Both down to just their undies, they slid under the covers to continue kissing and touching. Hands wandered again to brush over sensitive areas covered by cotton. Dawn squeaked when she felt his fingers press against her center through the cloth. Oh my god… It was so intense, and he wasn't even touching her skin, yet! She wanted to explore, too, and ran her hand over his length. He moaned and pushed into her hand, so she gave him a little squeeze.
"Dawn…!" he gasped. "Want you so much."
"M-me?"
"You, baby. You've been doing such wonderful things to me. Please…can I touch you?"
"O-okay," she replied, her voice quivering. Michael ducked under the covers, and then she felt him pulling off the bikini panties that had matched her skirt. I'm naked, but he can't see me. I can handle this. All the rest has been cool, just remember to breathe. "Oh, god!" His finger had just flicked over her…and oh, god, there it is again. He scooted back up without removing his hand from his exploration; his head now level with her shoulders. He wanted to watch her face.
"Mmm…"
"You okay?" he asked, pausing.
"Mmm-hmm," she murmured, nodding vigorously. His fingers resumed their dance around her…parts.
"Do you want me to keep doing this? I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm good. Don't stop…please."
It wasn't long before there were stars in her eyes, and ringing in her ears. Dawn shook her head to clear it, then acted on the sudden urge to kiss him breathless.
"I take it you liked that?" he asked, when she let him go.
"Wow…"
His proud grin was too much, and she giggled as she halfheartedly slapped his arm.
"You still wanna…?"
"Yeah…if you do," she replied, feeling shy again. The guy gives her the first real orgasm of her life, and she turns into a blushing violet. How lame was that?
"Yeah. Just let me get the, uh…"
"Right. I'll be right here." Dawn closed her eyes once he got up, focusing on relaxing. When he slid back under the covers, he was naked, too.
"I love you, Dawn," he said, looking into her eyes. She nodded, suddenly feeling emotional, and kissed him.
"Just go slow," she whispered. He nodded, and placed himself over her.
Her body was already soft and pliant in the wake of her orgasm, so there was pressure as he gently slid inside her, but no pain. He kissed her, taking his time, running his hands over her body in a soothing manner. When he was finally as far as she could take, Michael paused, and it was her turn to calm him. She knew enough to know this first time wouldn't last very long, but they could try.
"You can move now, if you're ready," she said softly, hushed tones seeming to fit the moment. He nodded, chewing on his lip, and started tentative thrusts. "Oh…"
"Yeah…this is…"
"Good…really good."
His head dipped to kiss her breasts, and she started to feel that slow burn again. Dawn started to tilt her hips to meet his movements, and discovered new sensations. His skin slid against hers, their arms wrapped around each other as they rocked, and they kissed. She'd never felt so close to another human being.
"Love you…oh…guh…"
"Love you, too, Dawnie…this feels so amazing. Open your eyes, baby." She hadn't even realized she'd closed them.
Dawn locked eyes with Michael, blue on blue, and they both gasped – the intensity made them feel more naked than they already were.
"Not gonna last much longer…" he admitted.
She placed her hands on both sides of his face and smiled reassuringly. "It's okay, honey. I had my turn."
"Thought you girls…got double…" he lifted her hips by sliding a hand underneath her, changing the angle.
"Ohmigod!"
He shrugged, figuring he hit a really good spot, and ran with it. Her inner muscles starting to flutter triggered his own release. They collapsed to the bed, sweaty and spent.
"I think we're pretty good at this!" Dawn said giddily. She felt positively silly, for some reason. Post-sex bliss, she supposed.
He grinned lovingly. "I'm…going to take care of this, and then we can curl up and sleep. Sound good?"
"Uh-huh…I think I found new muscles."
He kissed her, ran to the bathroom to clean up, then came back and held her close. Sleep came quickly as they snuggled in for the night.