Animate Me / Chapter Fourteen / A School-Night Sleepover

“Ooh, what does this button do?” ~Dee Dee

“Nathan,” she moans. “What’re you doing?”

I’m slowly trailing kisses up her inner thighs. I look up at her and smile, hoping she’ll go along with my plan.

“It’s a surprise,” I tease as I run my fingertips higher and higher.

“I like surprises,” she says softly as she edges her skirt up, her legs easing further apart.

Her skin is unbelievably soft; I savor every inch of sweetness as my lips feather over her. I’m intoxicated with the idea of having my tongue against her. It’s making me so excited that I struggle to stay calm. When my fingers finally stroke along the silk of her panties, she moans.

“I really, really like surprises,” she whispers.

She isn’t resisting at all. If anything, I can feel how much she wants this. It’s an unbelievable rush. I feel like Superman would if Lois had her thighs spread open for him.

I love the idea of Brooke’s delicate panties just disintegrating in my superhero hands, but instead I carefully loop my fingers under the lace that runs across her hips and gently pull down. She lifts up to help me, and we work together until she is bare—and I mean completely bare. I almost pass out with excitement when I see that she’s perfectly smooth between her legs. This is new territory for me that I’ve dreamed of navigating. I hope that I can live up to her expectations, since I already told her that this is something I’m really good at.

But once I start it all comes naturally because instinctively I want to please her more than anything. I quickly learn that the best part of exploring Brooke is how responsive she is. Her moans and whispers, along with the way she rocks gently against me tells me how good I’m making her feel. Every look and sigh is unbelievably motivating.

Do you have any idea what your reactions are doing to me Brooke?

I manage to resist the urge to unzip my trousers and get relief from the need to be touched. I have to resist, because this is all about Brooke…my chance to show her what my words cannot say.

I start out slow, my tongue, lips and fingers softly working over her. Every time she begins to accelerate I slow down. I can feel the building and then the easing back, and I want to push all of her sensations as far as I possibly can.

At one point she gets frisky as I do this particular thing with my tongue. All of a sudden she randomly cries out, “The dress!”

“The dress?” I question, pushing the fabric out of the way again, and lifting up to face her.

She’s panting. “It’s got to come off…now.”

She won’t get an argument from me. I lean back on my heels and rise, as she pushes off the couch and turns. My fingers work the zipper with astounding speed. Next thing I know the dress is off and then the bra.

Good God, she’s naked before me.

And before I even have time to think about it she’s kissing me, unfazed by the idea of where my mouth’s just been, or the fact that she’s naked and I’m still in my tux. It’s like some James Bond movie.

My hands roam over every curve while we kiss: the swell of her hips, her soft breasts and her nipples tight with arousal. I discover a tiny dimple just above her bottom and I softly run my finger across it. Meanwhile I’m burning up with the sensation of her pressed against me. I can’t believe the way she’s kissing me…my God, I’ve never imagined kissing could be like this.

When we pull away, I gasp for breath, then stutter, “I-I-I’m not done.”

“No, you’re not,” she grins, as she eases back down on the couch, her legs falling open as she pulls me down.

Again on my knees, I slide my hands under her bottom and pull her closer. She is warm and wet, pink and soft, a landscape to wander with my tongue as my fingers push into her. Every part of her is beautiful.

“Do you know how incredible you’re making me feel?” she asks, her fingers weaving through my hair.

Her words give me the confidence that sexually I could be good for her. I’ve never felt like this before with anyone—not even close.

Inspired, I rise up higher to kiss her again. This time I’m more assertive, my arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her into me. Working my way down her neck, I take my time with her breasts before finally settling back between her legs. Within moments I’m lost in her again. I never want to leave.

“Oh, God,” she groans. “You’re amazing…ahhh…” She tugs on my hair, pulling me closer as her legs wrap around me.

Just about then it hits me: I’m on my knees, between her legs, about to make Brooke orgasm with my outstanding oral skills. It’s almost too good to be true. This event will always be noted as one of the most satisfying accomplishments of my life. I groan loudly with pleasure and this seems to be the spark lighting her fuse.

Her power’s astounding as she starts to climax, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her hips thrust forward. She’s all passion and fire, more woman than I could’ve ever hoped for… a lit rocket, soaring past me into the dark night.

When her cries subside, I pull back and gently rub her knees, waiting for her to catch her breath. Her eyes are glassy, and her skin’s flushed.

“Are you okay?” I ask, starting to worry a bit. She looks disoriented.

She laughs, and then as if talking to herself, asks, “Am I okay?”

“Brooke?” I ask again, hoping she can focus.

“Oh, Nathan…whatever am I going to do with you—Mister, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Do with me?”

But before she can answer, she pulls a throw blanket over her shoulders, slides off the couch and joins me on the floor.

“Were you really as into that as you seemed?” she asks as she leans her head back on the cushions watching me.

“Yes,” I reply, looking down, suddenly embarrassed.

“Wow…just wow.” She says happily.

She lifts my chin with her fingers, and looks me straight in the eyes. “You are wonderful,” she says softly.

I grin ear to ear as she reaches out and takes my hand.

“Are you still hard?” Her blanket is bunched between us; otherwise my situation would be so glaringly apparent that she wouldn’t need to ask.

“Are you kidding?” I groan, even more embarrassed.

“Show me,” she whispers.

Show me? Holy hell, what’s she going to do? I say a silent prayer to the oral sex Gods before I lift up and tentatively unzip my tuxedo trousers. While I fumble to push my pants and boxers down, she reaches over and wraps her hand around me. Oh my God. Please, please, Brooke, don’t let go.

“Oh wow,” she moans, studying me.

I gasp, watching her lick her lips, admiration in her eyes. I feel a surge of hope as she keeps touching me.

My head rolls back. “When you look at me and touch me like that…it makes me crazy. I swear, you’re going to make me come.”

She stills, her warm hand still holding me possessively.

“What do you want, Nathan?”

My heart’s pounding, I’m too overwhelmed to speak. I want her to keep touching me. I want to see her slide me between her lips. I want to make love to her. I want everything. She’s naked, apparently still aroused, and only inches away from me. But how can I tell her all the ways I want her?

Lucky for me she has her own ideas.

“Can I take you in my mouth?” she asks, with a taunting smile. Does she know she’s just made me impossibly harder?

Oh my God. Do I want to be in her mouth? Does the Road Runner always get away from Wile E. Coyote? Yes, please, Brooke.

“Yes,” I say evenly, trying not to sound desperate. I decide not to tell her that I’ve never had that done to me.

She looks extremely pleased and happily sinks down. I watch her, while I frantically try to suspend my disbelief. Just the look of her hand grasping my thigh and her soft lips wrapped around me is almost more than I can take. The last thing I logically remember before I tumble into a lust-filled state is her slowly running her tongue up my length from the base, and then circling the head.

She’s moaning like she loves doing this to me…for me. It’s so incredibly intimate; my heart is racing ahead before the rest of me can catch up.

“Oh, Brooke.” I groan as I observe her mouth full of me, her beautiful breasts in full view just below. This time she moans louder and everything starts intensifying.

I’m lost in the hot, wet swirl of her mouth. She’s moving like she intends to pull every little bit of pleasure out of me—like there’s nothing else in the world she would rather do. It’s all too much; my damn traitor body—it’s happening too fast.

“I’m gonna…” I manage to say, as my hold slips. I’m dangling from the high wire.

Both of her hands grip me as she rubs the head across her lips before taking me in again. Yes, she nods, her mouth so full and her eyes smiling.

I let go, an explosion of surging intensity, and she takes it all. Her desire to satisfy me makes me crash past every moment I’ve ever felt wrong, because now I feel completely right.

When I eventually return to consciousness she grins at me and I grin back bigger.

Wow

A short while later I’m in her arms. She’s in mine, and I don’t ever want to let her go.

“Can I tell you something?” I ask cautiously. We’ve both settled down. She’s put on a robe, and is tucked tightly under my shoulder.

She looks up at me and waits.

“I really don’t want you to go out with that guy, Richard, from Disney.”

“Why would it bother you if I did?” She runs her hand across my chest. “You almost sound jealous,” she teases, smiling.

I can’t smile or tease back because this is bothering me too much. “Maybe I am. I don’t want you to date him, or even worse, sleep with him. I don’t want him kissing you either.”

“Is that because you think it will change how I feel about you?”

“Well that’s part of it,” I admit.

“Are you getting all possessive on me now?”

“Maybe I am. Does that upset you?”

“Well, what if I get possessive if you and Dani or another girl get closer?”

“That’s not going to happen.” I reply. “But would you get possessive?”

“Definitely,” she admits softly. “Although I would try to be good. We should promise to always be friends…no matter what. Okay?”

“With benefits?” I ask confused.

“I want to be with you like this but that’s up to you and the girl. Not everyone can handle the kind of strange set-up Arnauld and I have.”

Not everyone would want to, I think. If you were mine, I would never share you Brooke.

Never.

Some time passes before I realize we haven’t spoken for a while and we’re both dozing off. I rub my eyes and gently rock Brooke.

“Brooke, it’s late, I better go.”

She blinks as I rise off the couch. As I take a step forward I sway, all the exhaustion and liquor of the evening hitting me. I drop back down onto the couch and run my hands through my hair. “I don’t think I should drive.” I find my jacket and fish the phone out. “I’m going to call a cab.”

“Don’t be silly,” she insists, taking the phone from me. “Just stay here with me.”

“On the couch?” I ask, not wanting to presume where I would sleep.

“No, just sleep with me. I’ve got a big bed and I promise not to take advantage of you.”

Oh, please take advantage of me…take advantage of me over and over again.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “Tomorrow’s a work day.”

“So what? No sleepovers on a school night? Screw that.” She stands up and takes my hand. “Come on.”

We stop in the kitchen to grab bottles of water and then head back to her room. If I weren’t so out of it from exhaustion, I’d probably freak out. I push off my shoes, socks and pants. And even though I have my back toward her, I can hear Brooke changing. When I turn and see her in her little tank top and matching tiny shorts I realize if I make it till morning without imploding, it’ll be a miracle.

I slide under the covers near the edge of the bed, nervously waiting for her to join me. After doing stuff in the bathroom she comes out and gets into bed, acting like my being there is the most natural thing in the world. I try to close my eyes, but I can’t stop staring at her. I watch her even once the light is off, and I only see her in dark shades of silver from the moonlight.

I’m spending the night with Brooke…in her bed…in my boxer shorts. We are only three small garments of clothing away from being naked in bed together. Wow.

She seems to fall asleep right away, but suddenly I notice movement under the covers half way between us. I slowly wave my hand around the linens to figure out what’s going on, and I’m surprised to discover her hand searching for mine. When she finds it, she grabs on.

“Nathan?” she whispers sleepily.

“Yes?” I reply, feeling her fingers lace through mine.

“Thank you for tonight.” She sighs happily.

“Which part?” I can’t resist asking.

“All of it,” she says without hesitation. “The beginning, middle and end. It was all better because it was with you.”

I linger at her including “the end” part…and the idea that it was better with me. I’m doing an internal fist pump.

There’s long pause while I consider if I should say what I want to. I take a deep breath.

“I hope you know Brooke that I’d go anywhere with you, do anything for you,” I reply bravely.

She’s quiet at first, but then whispers, “I do.” She squeezes my hand gently one more time then settles further into her pillow.

I may not be able to see her smile in the dark of the room, but I can feel it all the way through me.

About four a.m. I stumble out of bed towards the bathroom, and when I return I laugh quietly, because Brooke is lying exactly where I was before getting up. I open the bottle of water, and take a swig as I observe her.

I sigh deeply. The moonlight falling through the window skims over her. Her hair’s fanned across my pillow like it’s blowing in the wind, her lips gently moving, whispering secrets I can’t hear. She’s so beautiful as she waltzes through dreamland.

I flex my fingers, fighting the urge to run my fingertips across her cheek.

I love you Brooke.

Do you think you can love me too?

Her eyelashes flutter, tiny butterflies. She looks fragile in her stillness, but I know she’s tougher than most…certainly tougher than me.

Rather than disturb her, I decide to get in on her side of the bed. As soon as I settle in though, she rolls towards me, until she is pressed up against my body. I shift awkwardly and she curls into me, her cheek resting on my chest, her leg folded over my thighs. I wrap my arm around her and listen for her steady heartbeat until I am lulled back to sleep.

The next time my eyes open the room is glowing with the quiet morning light. Realizing that my muse’s ankle is hooked over mine, I look over to see her arms flung over her head. If she were standing up she’d be reaching for the stars. With all her movement, her little tank top has hiked up high, the pale silk skin of her torso calling for my touch.

I slowly shift down in the bed until I can gently lay my cheek just above her waist where the skin is softest. I lie like that for a while, careful not to press down too hard. I like watching the subtle rise and fall of her breaths and this view of her shapely legs. Suddenly I hear a sigh and her legs shift.

I feel her hand rake through my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. Should I move? But before I can decide, she takes a fistful of my hair, gently pulling my head up higher. Her free hand pushes up her tank top, while the other leads me directly to her breast.

Am I dreaming? Either way, I’m going to go with it. I slowly brush my lips across her beautiful soft curves.

The moment I pull her nipple into my mouth she arcs under me. Her low moan is my undoing. Desire roars through me. I’m sure she’s fully awake, and the rawness of the morning is revealing a hunger for me I could have only dreamed about. My hand wanders over her, and she pushes it down between her legs.

“Brooke?” Show me what you want.

“Like this,” she whispers, sliding my hand under her shorts, her legs pulling apart, welcoming me.

Oh God, she’s wet. She wants me. She wants this. My fingers move over her, in her.

I roll towards her until I’m pressed hard against her thigh. I can’t help myself; I push against her, searching for friction while my hand presses on. Right before I move to kiss her other breast, I look up at her.

She’s biting down on her swollen lips as she watches me. Her hair tangled and wild, the black smear of her eye make-up against her ivory skin renders her a gothic princess. I can only imagine that I look like the village idiot next to her. But the way she looks at me makes me believe she really wants me.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, as her legs part, encouraging me to get in closer. I crawl over her and then lower my body until we are pressed together. She takes my face in her hands, watching me, waiting. Our lips meet softly until she wraps her legs around me and pulls me against her. Things quickly shift in intensity, and it’s becoming clear to me what she wants…and it’s even more than I hoped for.

“Are you ready? Do you want this?” she asks with a whisper.

“Can I have you?” Please say yes.

“Do you have condoms?”

Ah, she thinks I was only talking about wanting her sexually. It’s hard to be disappointed considering I’m a winner either way. “No, do you?”

“I don’t think the ones I have would fit you.” She runs her hand down between us until she has me in her grasp. “No, definitely not.”

My heart falls. Here’s my chance and my lack of latex is crushing the deal. Why don’t I carry a condom in my wallet like normal guys? Damn it all.

“But I’m on the pill, and Arnauld always wears a condom. And you’re clean, so…”

“Really?” I was concerned about that, but I’m more afraid of disappointing her if I can’t be the kind of lover she wants.

“Yes, I want to do this with you…so much.”

“But…” I’m fighting my insecurities.

“Don’t over think this Nathan. Let’s just start easy—no fireworks with the heavens parting: just you inside of me—your Brooke. Even if it’s just a few minutes, you’ll be glad you did.” She reaches up and kisses my neck, biting me gently.

My chest is heaving, and we aren’t even doing it yet. She seems willing to accept so little, but I want to be everything to her.

Yet, she’s right. I’ve got to stop over thinking. I’m going to talk myself out of sex, and right now I need to have this with her like I need water and air.

“You don’t have to full on make love to me,” she suggests. “Just do a test run. Like trying on new shoes.”

Trying on new shoes?

“I know how much you want me,” she murmurs, her tongue circling my ear as she presses against me.

“Can you show me what to do…I mean, how you like it?” I fumble.

“Sure,” she whispers, smiling happily as she pushes my boxers down, while I try to peel her tank top off. We aren’t too smooth, I was hoping for something seamless like I see in the movies. Instead we are fumbling and awkward. When I have trouble getting off her little shorts, we end up laughing. At least it helps my nervousness.

Finally completely bare, she lies down and stretches out seductively as she watches me. As I try to figure out what my next move should be she runs her hands up her thighs and over her breasts.

“Mmm, you must remember what your touching and kisses do to me.”

I remember everything, Brooke. I blink several times.

“I need you, Nathan. Come closer.”

I love that she can ask for what she wants. I lift up then lower myself over her and let my hands wander. My lips wrap around her nipples, her heated response encouraging me on.

“Yes, that feels so good,” she moans. Her pelvis presses into mine, and my erection bucks, ready for action.

“Kiss me,” she says so softly it’s almost a whisper.

I nod, and shift up, until my lips are just an inch from hers.

“Are you sure?” I ask tentatively, wanting to make sure since this is a big step for both of us. I can’t believe our big moment is finally here.

She nods with a sweet smile, “Please.”

The moment our lips touch she wraps her limbs around me and pulls me closer.

She starts getting more assertive with the kissing, and I’m relieved. I’m not sure I could take the lead right now, even if I wanted to.

When we finally part, she pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Are you ready?”

I know she’s also checking to make sure I can handle this. She cares about me being okay, and I love her for that.

“No…yes…but…” I’m silently imagining all the ways I can screw this up and ruin the possibility for future sex lessons from Brooke. I also realize that I’m scared shitless. What if this hurts her the way it hurt Rachel? That would be the final straw, the air escaping with a loud hissing groan from my deflating balloon of sexuality.

She must sense my insecurity. “Nathan,” she whispers, facing me earnestly. “I want you. You want me. Let’s do this.”

I nod, visualizing the Nike swoosh in my head. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it.

I boldly lift up to my knees and she scoots closer, her legs gloriously spread for me. I take myself in my hand and slide it over her. I can’t believe she’s so wet. She really wants me. She must. She looks up and nods with determination.

I take a deep breath and now leaning over her, I begin to push, tentatively at first but once her warm wetness envelopes me my confidence grows.

Oh my God, this feels so amazing; she’s incredibly aroused. Halfway in, I pause, stopping my eyes from rolling back long enough to focus.

She’s panting, and her face is flushed.

“Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

“I never,” she groans, “…so full, so damn good. More…I want it all.” And the way her legs tighten over me, I know she means it.

The sensation overwhelms me. I pause and take a deep breath, then another. She stills and waits, understanding. “I just…” I stutter.

“I know, I know,” she says gently. “It’s okay…just whenever you’re ready.”

“Oh, Brooke…” I start the slow sinking of the last few inches. When our hips finally meet, I gasp. She’s pulsing around me, and there is no question that this is the best feeling in the entire universe. I mean it was great when her mouth was on me, but this is great times a trillion. My head falls back and we both moan in unison.

“Ahhh,” she groans, as she struggles to catch her breath.

I still, and study her face, which looks slightly strained. “Does it hurt?” I’m compelled to ask, hoping I don’t kill the moment.

The strained, focused expression melts into bliss. “This is heaven. I’m in heaven.” Her eyes meet mine, and they are warm and soft and so happy.

“Oh…oh,” I moan as she grips me hard.

“And let me now state for the record, that size does matter. Oh yeah, it matters.” She grins.

“Yeah?” I ask, starting to feel more confident. I concentrate as I shift my hips up, pulling partway out, and then push back down.

“Oh, yes. Do that again harder.”

I lift up, her tightness fighting my release. I grit my teeth and pause, hanging on before I push back hard. The flush spreads across my chest as I do it again.

She’s moaning, her hips rising and falling as her head rolls side to side.

I want to growl from this raw male thing rising out of me. Brooke is under me, and she wants me to take her hard.

“Oh, my God…so good,” she cries out as I thrust again.

She winds her fingers in my hair and pulls me towards her. I feel her lips skim my neck until they press against my ear. “Do you understand what you’re doing to me?” she whispers.

“Oh, Brooke,” I moan.

Her eyes are almost violet and hypnotizing in the gray morning light. I pull out even further then push harder back in, a current of supreme pleasure coursing through me. There are no words to adequately tell her how incredible this feels.

“Nathan,” she whispers, smiling as she suddenly realizes something. “You did it…we’re doing it!”

Yes, we did, and we are, and it’s friggin’ great. Let’s bring out the marching band and a skywriting plane to spell it out…We’re doing it!

And even though I’m about to come…far too soon…before I could flip her over or hang her upside down, or that crazy stuff they do in porn films…I now know what’s possible.

I can’t believe it. I’m inside Brooke and she likes it…a lot.