Summer of Learning – Chapter 12

Sean and I cuddled on the couch, warm and cozy bundled under the blanket, watching another movie. I loved that we could just sit here together, not really doing much of anything, and could be completely content. All the romantic stuff, the love we made together, was beautiful, and I knew I'd never really be able to get enough of it, but these quiet moments between us were just as wonderful.

Once the movie was over, Sean kissed my temple and whispered wickedly in my ear, "I'm gonna grab a shower. Care to join me?"

My pulse quickened just at the mere mention of showering with him. I nodded, trying not to appear too excited. Sean slid his arm under my legs, which had been draped over his lap, and lifted me easily as he stood up and walked me to the bathroom. He set me down on the cool tiles and turned to start running the water.

We kissed sweetly as we undressed each other. By the time we were completely stripped down, the water had turned hot and the bathroom was filling with steam, the mirror over the vanity beginning to fog.

Sean stepped into the shower first, then held the curtain back and offered his hand to help me in. He stepped back, pulling me with him until we were both standing beneath the cascading water. I giggled as streams of water poured down his face, fat drops falling from the end of his nose. He narrowed his eyes, and I wasn't sure if it was from the water or if he was planning something. I was soon answered with him leaning down and kissing me, all wet and hot and not a little bit sloppy.

He broke the kiss and leaned past me to reach for the bottle of shampoo. He squeezed a small amount into the palm of his hand and began working it into his hair. "Let me," I said, starting to reach up.

"Sure you can reach?" he asked teasingly and I playfully smacked him on the chest.

"Shut up," I responded and proceeded to thread my fingers through his hair, working the suds around. I stepped backward, pulling Sean further under the water, and rinsed the suds out of his hair. He shook his head and wiped his eyes, then turned us again to shampoo my hair.

His fingers felt wonderful against my scalp; I was beyond relaxed, and all because of Sean and his strong fingers working miraculous ministrations. The sensation ended all too quickly as he guided me further into the streaming water to rinse the soap away. My eyes drifted shut as he carefully ran his hands over my head, directing the water away from my face.

Next he leaned over and squeezed some body wash onto a washcloth and began working the fabric against itself to create a thick lather. His hands were all over me, guiding me to where he wanted me, thoroughly cleansing me. My eyes remained closed as he ran his hands over my body. He paid particular attention to my breasts, massaging but not quite teasing, eliciting a series of wanting moans from me. I didn't have the wherewithal to be embarrassed by my wanton sounds, nor to care that I would end up smelling like Sean. All I knew was how luxurious it all felt, how amazing he made me feel inside and out, how very much I loved him.

His hand, still covered in the soapy washcloth, travelled further south, skirting around my belly button, my waist, and my hips before venturing down toward the nest of curls between my thighs. His other hand reached between my legs; I gasped at the sudden feel of him there. My legs parted at the slightest pressure of his fingers.

I sensed him lowering himself, squatting down before me. He wrapped his long fingers around my ankle and gently pulled upward. I grabbed his shoulders for balance as he washed my foot; I fought not to lose my balance as the washcloth tickled the bottom of my foot. His hand trailed up my leg, behind my knee, and along my inner thigh before he switched hands and washed the outer side of my leg. He set my foot down and repeated the process on my other leg. Each time he got closer to my groin, I would tense in anticipation only to be disappointed by the lack of contact I was now desperately craving.

Once he had finished with my legs, he stood and turned me around to wash my back. As he did, his fingertips dug into my muscles, effectively giving me a shoulder massage. He moved his hand down to the small of my back, and even washed my backside before turning me around and kissing me.

"Um," I said softly, "I think you missed a spot." My eyebrow curved upward of its own volition and I grinned up at him.

"Oh...really?" Sean asked innocently. "What would that be?"

I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and guided his hand to my pelvis. "I think you know where."

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, you mean here?" he asked and pressed his fingers firmly against me, teasing my already sensitive flesh. I felt his fingers just barely parting my lower lips, the fibers of the washcloth stimulating my clit. I bucked my hips against his hand, seeking to prolong contact. My cry of arousal transformed into one of frustration and despair as he pulled away from me. I glared at him through the coursing water, only to find him giving back a devilish grin.

"No," he simply stated and began rinsing out the washcloth.

"What the hell do you mean, 'No'?" I demanded.

Sean wrung out the washcloth and looked down at me. "No," he repeated, eyebrows raised.

"Sean..." I whined. "Please. I need you." I was practically shaking I was so turned on, so ready.

"I just got you all clean. I don't want to undo all my hard work," he explained, his smirk never leaving his face.

I took the washcloth from his hand, my determination steeling within me. Two can play at that game, mister. I pumped more body wash onto the terrycloth and worked it into a lather. I kept my expression calm. "Alright. My turn," and began washing him.

His skin was warm and smooth beneath my hands. I followed the same course Sean had just taken over my body. I pressed firmly against his muscles, delighting in the feel of them. This gorgeous man is all mine.

I lowered myself to start washing his legs, placing my hand on the back of his calf, silently asking him to lift his foot. I resisted tickling him, instead focusing on not focusing on how close his growing cock was to my face. I finished with one leg and moved on to his other, still avoiding getting too near to his groin.

I placed both hands on his hips, bringing my mouth to his member so I was certain he could feel my breath on hit. "Turn around, baby," I murmured as seductively as I could manage, pushing and pulling his hips to turn him.

He followed my instructions without a word. I ran my hands along his backside and up his back. I rubbed along his shoulders, as he had done to me, and smiled when I heard his groan of pleasure. When I had finished, he turned again to face me. "Forget something?" he asked.

I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows. "I thought you said no," feeling every bit the snot that I was acting. Sean took my hand and dragged it along his chest, down his chiseled abs, until my fingers were wrapped around his dick. He groaned again in pleasure as I gently began stroking him, feeling him grow and harden within my hand; he gasped when I found his sack and carefully started to massage him there.

I had to force myself to pull my hand away; his blissful look almost had me indulging him and stroking him to his release. Instead, I stepped away from him, bracing myself for a groan, a dirty look, some kind of reaction from him.

All Sean did was look at me for a moment, emotionless, and for that moment, I was a little scared. I was expecting some kind of...something...anger, disappointment...something.

He surprised me by merely gazing down at me; he took the washcloth from my hand and let it plop on the shower floor. His hands trailed up my arms and over my shoulders, until he was cupping my face and finally kissed me, pulling me close to him. The hot water was coursing over us, which made breathing a little difficult, but neither of us seemed to mind. I was lost in his kiss, in the want and longing that was uncurling within me. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers dancing over his back.

I moaned into his mouth, desperately seeking more of him. I was both disappointed and excited when Sean pulled away and turned off the water. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get you dried off...and into bed." I smiled up at him, unable to hide my excitement. We took turns drying each other off before he scooped me into his arms again and was carrying me into his bedroom.

"My legs do work, you know," I said as I wound my arms loosely around his neck.

"Oh, I know," he answered, grinning down at me. "Just don't want your clean feet to get dirty. Besides," he said before pressing a kiss to my forehead, "I figure I'd better start practicing carrying you this way. You know...for later on."

I giggled against his neck as a rush of electricity surged through my body; I hummed as he carefully deposited me on his soft mattress. I watched him as he moved around the room, turning on the bedside lamp. Sean turned off the overhead light and returned to the bed, covering both of us with the warm comforter before leaning over to click off the lamp.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me until I was flush up against him; I was more than a little surprised to find myself the little spoon to his big spoon, his front pressing against my back. Just what is he getting at? I wondered. I wiggled against him, testing the waters. Sean only tightened his grip around me. "Behave. Go to sleep."

Sleep? Was he kidding? I tried to turn to face him, but was locked in his vice-like grip. "Sean..." I whined. "Please? You've got me so turned on right now."

I heard and felt him chuckle behind me as he pressed a kiss behind my ear. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured, low and wicked. "Trust me, I know." He rocked his pelvis against me and I could easily feel his hardness pressing against me.

"Well, then why not?"

He propped himself up on his elbow and I turned to look up at him. "You know," he said, peering down at me, "I'm beginning to think you only want me for my body."

I rolled my eyes and smiled, "Baby, you know that's not true." I reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Yeah?" he asked, then smiled broadly. "Promise?" I nodded excitedly. He leaned down to kiss me, but instead whispered in my ear, "Prove it," and laid his head down heavily on the pillow.

I let out a loud noise of frustration. "Are you kidding me with this right now?" I asked angrily. He gave a loud pretend snore. "You are such a jerk sometimes, you know that?"

"Yeah," I could hear the grin in his voice before he kissed my neck, "but you love me."

I sighed heavily. Alright, if that's the game he wanted to play, so be it. Sure, I could just lay naked next to him all night and have complete control over myself. We weren't a couple of animals who couldn't restrain ourselves. Right?

This just might be the longest night of my life.

"I wonder which one of us will break first."

Sean turned his head toward me and grinned. God, his eyes were so gorgeous, especially this close up, even in the soft light from the streetlamp outside. My heart melted looking over at him. "I dunno," he answered. "You seem pretty keyed up..."

"Yeah," I countered, "I wonder what caused that?"

He leaned up to kiss me again. "Can't imagine," he murmured against my lips.

I kissed him back, then guided his head to my chest. "Very funny," I said dryly. "Let's get some sleep," I said, suddenly feeling the calming effects of the hot shower and now having wrapping his arms around me. I slid my arm under his neck and curled it around his head so I could play with his shaggy hair; the other arm rested over his side so my fingertips ran up and down his back. My hands continued their dance against his skin and the stroll through his hair. I wanted to hold him as he so often held me – it was just an added bonus that our new position placed his face directly into my bosom. "Good night, baby."

"Good night," he murmured before snuggling closer to my breasts and sighing contentedly. I readjusted the blanket over us, cocooning us beneath its warmth for the night.

I don't remember much of my dreams from that night, only that they were pleasant enough, though nothing in particular stood out.

I remember a searing heat near my heart, travelling through my chest. The heat spread all over my skin, but seemed to concentrate on my nipples. I could feel my body reacting, but my mind was stuck in that place between sleep and consciousness. All I could do was lay back and feel these sensations coursing through my sleep-paralyzed body.

Next I felt a gentle force pressing against my knee, effectively spreading my legs for me ever so slightly. I felt pressure between my thighs, separating the lips of my pussy and teasing along my entrance. I bucked my hand against the pressure, seeking more contact. It felt heavenly; I was certain it was all part of an incredibly good sex dream. The pressure moved from my opening to graze against my clit, then back, and forth, and back again.

I could feel myself starting to stir, but there was some delicious power keeping me relaxed in this blissful, dreamlike state. The scorching heat returned to my breast as I felt further pressure, this time parting my lower lips and sliding into me. Something else was pressing firmly on my sensitive nub. The pressure moved within me, the heat on my breast tightening on my nipple.

I started to waken, my breathing picking up, my hips rocking against this incredible feeling growing within me. The next thing I knew, I was screaming myself awake in pure ecstasy. My eyes fluttered open as I realized I had just had an orgasm in my sleep. One look to my side and I knew exactly why: Sean's mouth was still attached to my breast, his hand still busy between my legs, trying to coax another orgasm out of me.

"Sean," I whispered throatily, and his head snapped up, his clear eyes fixing on me.

He smirked up at me from my chest, "Good morning."

I couldn't move. Any energy I had gained overnight had been sapped from cumming so hard. I could barely string a sentence together, but managed to mumble, "Morning." I fought to catch my breath and swallowed hard, "Oh my god...what did you do to me?"

"Payback," he grinned. I looked at him, confused. "For yesterday. You woke me up. Today was my turn."

Oh. So that was his game. "Why did you stop there, then?" I asked, weakly pulling at his arm to bring him up to me.

He apparently understood what I was getting at and quickly covered me with his body, settling easily between my legs, and slid into me with absolutely no resistance. He started with slow, purposeful strokes, setting an unhurried pace, but soon sped up, as if he couldn't hold himself back. He was rocking into my body with more tenacity, pushing my thighs wider apart with his own with every thrust. He bottomed out inside of me, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing off the walls of his room. I cried out, even though my voice was still hoarse from my first orgasm this morning. He kept hitting just the right spot, and before I knew it I was crashing around him, calling out his name over and over as pleasure washed over me.

"Oh...Morgan...ah, fuck!" he yelled out as he thrust into me one final time. I swear I could feel him cumming inside me, he finished with such force. He collapsed on top of me, and I didn't mind his weight in the least. It felt so good to have him wrapped up in my arms and legs, in my body. We were truly one in that moment.

A thought crept into my mind and I jerked at the realization. "Sean," I whispered harshly. "You weren't wearing anything."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got us both covered." I looked up at him, confused once again. "I had put a condom on even before I started touching you. Didn't want to have to stop once we got things going."

"Oh my God," I breathed, relieved that he'd had the forethought to use protection. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, but at the same time, I didn't want to risk getting pregnant. "Wait a minute," I paused as my thoughts caught up with me. I looked at him, almost accusingly. "You had this planned the whole time. Is this why the no sex last night? So I'd be all ready to go in the morning?"

Sean had the decency to look guilty at least. "Well, kind of. I really did just want to lay with you last night, but this might have been brewing in the back of my mind before then. This morning, you lying naked next to me, I just couldn't resist." He looked up at me from underneath his eyelashes. "Are you complaining?"

I thought about it. It did feel amazing, waking up to him doing all sorts of wonderful things to me. And he hadn't done anything to me that I hadn't wanted him to. Perhaps I may have liked it more if I'd been fully awake, not just barely waking up, but I wasn't angry at him. "No," I finally decided. "No, I'm not complaining. Maybe next time, just wake me up a little first? So I can participate more?"

"Ah, but I liked doing that to you in your sleep," his voice was muffled as he was nuzzling into my neck. "Knowing it was just me bringing you so much pleasure, seeing you reacting without thinking at all. Just going on pure, raw instinct. I liked making you cum in your dreams."

Hmm...he had a point. "Well...not all the time, okay? I like being with you, every step of the way."

"And you waking me up like that yesterday?" he questioned.

Damn...another good point. "As I remember you woke up before you finished. I woke up as I was finishing. There's a difference."

"Alright. I won't do that anymore," he sounded almost petulant.

"Just not all the time," I corrected him. "I didn't mind it, and...wouldn't mind waking up like that again...but I'd like to be awake before you start, at least most of the time. Okay?" I sought his eyes again. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but some of this was still very new to me.

"Promise," he said and kissed me sweetly.

"So," I started, trying to lighten the mood. "I guess you lost." I almost laughed at his look of bewilderment. "You broke first. From last night."

He laughed and retorted, "I dunno. You finished before I did."

"But I only finished because of what you were doing to me. I win."

Sean rolled his eyes, "Yes, dear," and kissed me again. He started to scoot off the bed. "Come on, up and at 'em. I think I heard the plow truck going by earlier. We oughta start tunneling our way out of the house and join up with the rest of the world.

I groaned at the thought. I never wanted to leave this house – I could barely drag myself to leave this bed – but I knew he was right. I couldn't hide out here forever. I followed him out of bed and grabbed one of his t-shirts to slip on, forgoing wearing my own night clothes, before heading to the kitchen for some breakfast.

I whipped up some quick scrambled eggs and cooked the leftover bacon, then threw a couple pieces of bread into the toaster. I felt more comfortable with him sitting at the table watching me this time, and he made another comment about how easily I fit in every room of his house. I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I finished cooking our meal and served the both of us.

After breakfast, Sean got dressed to head outside: heavy boots, padded vest over a thick flannel shirt, knit cap on his head and snow shovel in hand. "Can I help?" I offered.

"Nah, only got one shovel decent enough to handle all this," he gestured outside. "It won't take long. I figure I'll get the walk done first, then tackle the driveway after a while. Once the driveway is halfway decent, you can come out and start chiseling out your car."

"Sounds like a plan to me." I reached up to hug him to me, pressing my body against his and kissing him passionately. I grinned up at him, "Something to help keep you warm out there." I pressed another quick kiss against his lips. "Be careful, okay? I don't want you falling on the ice and breaking a hip."

Sean's eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening in mock incredulity. "Oh...I see...you've got jokes. Old man jokes again." He nodded slowly and narrowed his eyes at me. "Well...I'll just be on my way, I reckon," he said, his voice taking on a withered old man sound as he spoke. "Stay warm, ye young whipper snapper."

I giggled and pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you, old man."

He bent lower and cupped his hand behind his ear, "Eh? What's that you say?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. No more old man jokes. Just be careful, okay?"

"I'll be careful," he said softly, straightening up and crossing to the front door. "See you in a bit."

I sat on the couch and covered up with the blanket. I knew I should probably go and get dressed, but it wasn't like I was going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, I loved the feel of Sean's shirt on me, his smell surrounding me as I settled into the warmth of the couch. I looked out the window, though squinted would be a more appropriate word. The bright sunlight reflected on the stark white snow, and was intensified by the glare from the sheen of ice that covered everything. Still, the sun was also warming everything to just above freezing, so it was all worth it. My eyes eventually adjusted to the brightness from outside and I watched as Sean worked to clear his walkway of all the precipitation. I felt bad about not being able to help him, but there wasn't a ton I could do without another shovel. I resolved to making him nice and comfortable once he came back in, figuring it was the least I could do.

I threw the afghan off me, shivering at the sudden loss of heat, and scampered barefoot into the kitchen. I quickly located some cocoa powder and a saucepan, deciding some hot chocolate would warm him up in no time. I checked in the fridge to make sure he had enough milk, and saw the roll of cookie dough sitting on the top shelf. What would go more perfect with hot cocoa than fresh out of the oven cookies? I set the oven to start preheating and returned to the couch to huddle under the covers.

Sean was about half way down the walk when the oven reached the correct temperature. This was going to be perfect. I scooped enough dough on a cookie sheet for a dozen large cookies and popped the pan in the oven and set the timer. Then I poured some milk into the saucepan and turned the burner onto low to start warming up.

I had just pulled the cookies out of the oven when I heard the front door open. His voice was louder than usual; curious, I rushed to finish transferring the cookies from the pan to the counter to see what was going on.

"I, uh...I really appreciate you coming over, man. I mean it though, I can get the rest on my own."

"Hey, two shovels are better than one, right?" A chill ran down my back. I knew that voice. "So...who's car is that out there? They sure aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Got someone else in here?"

"Uh...yeah," Sean stammered. "My uh...my girlfriend."

"Since when do you have a girlfriend?" Oh shit. No, no, no, no, no! I started to move, as quietly and quickly as I could, back to Sean's bedroom to throw some clothes on. I could hear footsteps getting closer to the kitchen.

"Norm, wait!" Sean called out. They were both on the opposite end of the kitchen from me.

I slowly turned around to face them. "Hi, Dad," I said shyly.

My father was standing stock still just inside the kitchen, eyes about to pop out of his head. "Morgan?" he whispered icily.

"Norm, I can explain," Sean began but was cut off before he had a chance to deliver.

"Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT?" my father bellowed. He looked back and forth from me to Sean, seemingly not able to grasp the situation.

The next thing I knew, dad was pulling his fist back, then hurtling it toward Sean's face. Sean dropped like a sack of potatoes. "Dad, no!" I rushed over to Sean's side on the floor, not caring that I was still only wearing one of his t-shirts. My fingers traced over his face, though they didn't make much purchase as he was hiding his surely bleeding and broken nose beneath his large hands. My heart went out to him as he groaned in pain on the floor.

I was barely aware of my father taking a step back and watching us. "How long?" he asked, his voice barely over a whisper. I looked up at him, searching for which answer to give him. "HOW LONG?" he shouted.

"We've actually been going out just under a month," I said quickly.

"UNDER A MONTH?" he yelled. "You've been dating him less than a month and you're already sleeping with him? Jesus Christ, Morgan!"

I stood up to try to explain, "Dad, you don't understand. We became official the week before Christmas, but we've been...sort of dating since the summer."

His eyes almost popped out of his head again. "Summer?! You've been keeping this from me and your mother for four months? How the hell could you?" His voice was not getting any quieter. "And you?" he spat at Sean, who was just now trying to get up off the floor. "Who the hell do you think you are that you can touch my daughter in any way? Fucking hell, you held her the day she was born! What the fuck?"

Sean stood shakily, and I moved to stand right next to him. He put his arm along my shoulders, checking his other hand for blood, which was still trickling out of his nose. "I love her, Norman. I want to marry her."

I cringed. We definitely should have had that particular conversation another time. Too late now. I peeked up at my father, who could have had steam coming out of his ears; he looked absolutely furious. "The fuck you do," he growled out. "Over my fucking dead body."

"Dad, please. I love him. I...I said yes. I want to marry him too," I was proud of myself that my voice didn't crack once, though my knees were shaking so much I wondered how much longer I'd be able to stand on my own.

His eyes flashed with anger, disbelief, and...was that actual hatred? He shook his head and muttered as he made his way back to the front door, "I have to get the fuck out of here. I get to tell your mother that her daughter has been screwing around with someone twice her fucking age...someone who used to be my best friend."

I gulped. "Mom...already knows," I said, this time, my voice shaking uncontrollably. I knew this was going to be bad, but I had to tell him. "I made her promise not to tell you because I wanted to tell you myself. I just...hadn't found the right time to tell you. I'm sorry, Dad."

"Let me get this straight," he said frostily. "My barely-legal daughter has been fucking my best friend, they think they want to get married, my wife has known for who knows how long, and I'm just now finding out?" Our guilty silence was enough of an answer for him. "I can't fucking believe this!" He glared and pointed at Sean, "We are so fucking done."

Then he turned his sights on me, "And you...don't bother ever coming home."

With that he stomped through the living room, leaving us, slamming the front door behind him as he left.

Hope it was worth the wait. You guys wanted drama, you got it!