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My heart began to pound so violently I thought it was going to burst. I shifted slightly in my chair and caught a glimpse of the mirror as she turned on the shower. Lean, tanned arms swept in a single motion as she pulled the tank top over her head. From the little viewing slit, I made out a simple, black cotton bra being unclasped and flung onto the counter. My pulse accelerated as her shorts followed, and then her panties. The shower door rumbled shut.
I threw myself onto the bed and stuffed my face into the pillow, trying desperately not to hyperventilate as the sight of her smooth skin burned behind my eyelids. By the time my heart rate slowed to 150bpm, the sound of the shower stopped.

My head started to spin as she came out. Beads of water dripped down her neck, staining the white towel I had given her, which sat precariously around her body, held up by a knot tied around the midpoint of her cleavage. The sight made my entire body quiver.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, placing a stack of her folded clothes and underclothes on my desk.

I should have given her the smallest goddamned towel in my closet.

“I’m gonna shower too.”

The bathroom was still filled with her heady fragrance, amplified by the moisture. I took less than five minutes to shower, but it felt like five hours. My throat tightened as I wrapped a towel around my waist and emerged from the bathroom. She had started another episode without me.

“You started without me-”

“You didn’t ask me to wait,” She muttered with a chuckle.

I looked away and fiddled with my phone. She pretended to be engrossed in the show, but from the corner of my eye, I could feel her gaze roving up and down my bare torso.

She shifted her body on my bed, lying prone with her feet up. I gulped as the knot around her chest came undone, but she held the towel to her chest. My eyes wandered down the towel, its hem barely covering her buttcheeks. All I had to do was shift backwards an inch, and I would’ve caught a glimpse of her pussy.

I did.

She knew I was looking, even staring, at that narrow slit hidden beneath the shadow of her towel. From my angle it looked bare, and my brain churned with the idea that she shaved/waxed before meeting me. With a trembling hand, I reached for her ankle, and brushed my fingertips up her calves.

“You’ve such beautiful skin.”

I bit my lip as my hand brushed past her knees and moved up her thighs. The heat between her legs flashed from a warm glow to boiling hot in an instant, and the bed creaked as she gripped the sheets.

But before I could cop a feel of her ass or that bare pussy just inches from my fingers, Charmaine shifted herself. Like an awoken beast she stirred and swept her body over the edge of her bed, and sat facing my computer. The towel slipped from her chest, and she tightened it around her bosom, much like the knot that tightened in my chest. There was no going back now; at once I shifted behind her, and smiled as I felt her pushing her body back into mine. I slipped my hands around her hips and shuddered as her hair’s fragrance hit my brain like an MRT train. Without thinking, I leant forward and nuzzled into her shoulder, before pecking at her neck. My lips brushed further up as I slid my hands down her hipbones. With a tilt of her head, she allowed me access to her ears; and her entire body glowed with anticipation as I took a delicate earlobe between my lips.

“You’ve no idea how much I want you now,” I whispered.

At those words, Charmaine’s body rumbled with want. I kissed behind her ears as my hands roved further down her thighs. Deep within the pit of her stomach, I heard the startings of a moan, begging to be set free. With both hands, I stroked up her inner thighs as the blistering heat between her legs threatened to set my hands on fire. The quivering in my hands intensified as they wandered up the towel; it took forever before coming into contact with the weight of her bosom.

Charmaine moaned.

The tension in her chest lifted as she loosed that melodic sound from her throat. My fingers travelled further to the knot between her breasts, before loosening it with a tug. Like silk descending across marble, the towel slipped from her body.

“Please,” she begged, as I felt her hand snaking around the back of my head, and pulling me closer. Like a slave to her fragrance, I complied and resumed kissing up her neck.

Without warning, Charmaine turned, and her lips captured mine. Our entire bodies lit on fire as hands snaked around waists and our skin brushed against one another. She tasted of cheap beer, yes, but beneath that, a primal longing, like a beast kept caged for too long, now threatening to spill itself out onto my tongue.

“You complete me,” I whispered, for the brief second my lips could bear to part from her. With a whimper, she sat upright and pushed her lips up against mine, the hunger evident with each movement she made. The hunger in her kiss emboldened my intentions, and I caressed her breasts, brushing my thumb against her nipples.

“Yes,” she moaned against my lips, clasping a hand to mine and spurring me on. I sat down on the bed and allowed my other hand to pull away her towel, and at once the radiating heat between her legs was laid bare. A pair of fingers slid down her lithe waist, and brushed up hard against her lips.
Charmaine threw her head back and groaned as I did it again. She was impossibly smooth down there, and a smile spread across my face as I noticed how slick with moisture she was. As I stroked up hard against her outer lips, she threw a hand over mind and tried to push it in.

“Like this,” she pleaded, as the strength of her hunger battled against me. Unwilling to give in, I gingerly brushed her slit, before easing my way in. With a groan, Charmaine’s entire body tensed in an expression of contorted pleasure as my finger made contact with her clitoris. At once, I could feel her pulse thumping against me even as I gently slid my finger over her. I did it again, and she pushed harder back into me. She grit her teeth and fidgeted beneath my grasp as I began to work on her clit, starting with a gentle rhythm before picking up a steady pace as she pleaded between whimpered sobs.

With trepidation, I slipped my other hand from her breast as I held it up to her lips. She took it into her mouth and lavished one of my fingers with her saliva, and pushed it downwards. The heat of her arousal greeted my finger with its cheery glow, before I pushed it into her.

“Fuck,” Charmaine groaned, as her body twisted from the pleasure rippling through her. She was impossibly tight, and the pulse in her soaking wet cunt thumped against me like the chugging of an engine. Without thinking, I slid out and in again, starting off slow, before pumping her with my middle finger and rubbing her clit at the same time.

“You’re killing me,” she cried out, before her back arched up against me, “I’m gonna...I’m gonna-”

From a mirror on my desk, I made out Charmaine’s face contorted in ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as the climax washed over her. Her grip on my wrist was vice-like, and in between her whimpers I imagined hearing my bones creak. She let out another moan, before slumping against me. I laid her still-heaving body on my bed, as strings of her juices slithered down my wrist.

“You’re messy,” I muttered, holding up a glistening finger to her, “want a taste?”

She didn’t protest as I slipped a slick finger into her lips, and I too, partook of the salty-sweet taste of her arousal.

“That was...that was amazing,” Charmaine slurred, “you were awesome.”

“More where that came from-” I shrugged.

I got off the bed and shut off the computer. As I turned around, the sight of her body on my bed stopped me cold. Like a Renaissance sculpture, her naked form sprawled on my bed. The loose fabric of my towel draped her hips loosely, and her untied hair adorned those youthful breasts of hers, rising and falling as the aftermath of her orgasm glowed from her body.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, the words more meant for myself than her. The male in me desperately sought to mount her and plant my seed deep within her womb, but her beauty was paralytic, like if I moved an inch from my position, I’d wake up and she’d be gone.

“I am flabbergasted, thunderstruck,” she muttered, as she sat up. Her pert breasts sat perky on her chest, draped partially by her hair. Plucking a hair-tie from her wrist, Charmaine pulled her hair into a ponytail. I bit my lip as I thought of what that could mean.

“You’re a playboy, aren’t you?” she asked, as she stood up and moved closer to me, “all that bro shit was just an act.”

“What-”

Before I could answer, I felt the warmth of her lips against mine. Her breasts swept against my chest as she perched herself on a chair and kissed me.