Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 18:56:16 -0400
From: lsolomon16@comcast.net
Subject: Masha 2

I fell onto my bed but could not sleep.  I got up and took a shower, then
looked around for something to do.  I had done all of my homework, even
finished two papers that were not due for months.  I looked into my hamper
but found it did not contain enough for even one load.  My desk was clean,
my bed was made, I had called my parents the day before.  Bills had been
paid, email answered, blood donated, lines memorized.  I looked in my desk
drawers and saw neat stacks of records and receipts, enumerating what I had
been up to.  It struck me then that wanting Masha had led me to a bizarre
state of overachievement.  I had always been a decent student, and fairly
tidy, but now I was impassioned.  I was pursuing excellence, thinking that
when I found it, she would be there.

Lindsay was home, but asleep.  I woke her up.

"Jesus, Kelsey, it's six in the morning!" she bellowed.

"I slept with her," I told her.

"No shit," said Lindsay, sitting up.  "Good for you."

"I have to break up with Tim," I announced.

"What?  You barely know her!"

"Not for her, silly.  For me.  I'm not attracted to him.  Not enough,
anyway.  I think I must be a lesbian."

"And you never noticed this when you slept with me?  You are in trouble!"
She huffed and folded her arms.

"Maybe you are not the person to have this discussion with," I ventured.  I
started to get up.

"No, no, no!"  She grabbed me and pulled me back down.  "It's okay.  I
didn't become a lesbian after sleeping with you either.  But poor Tim!"

I nodded.  "But Tim is like a 7, which is great if the sexiest you've ever
seen is a 10, which it was until Masha.  But Masha is like a 23
quatrillion."  Lindsay and I often measured things in numbers.

"Quatrillion is not a word," said Lindsay.  "And by the way, what am I?"

"Oh, at least an 8."  I knew it was important to her that she be higher
than Tim.

"But she could turn out to be an asshole," Lindsay said, going back to
Masha.

"Who cares?  She's a 23 quatrillion.  If I wanted nice, I'd stick with
Tim."

"Well, she could stop wanting you," Lindsay suggested.  "Stranger things
have happened."

"They have," I agreed.  "Still, I have to break up with Tim.  I am an ass
not to have done it before.  I knew that I didn't want him enough weeks ago
on the treadmill."

"What?"  Lindsay was confused.  "What does jogging have to do with it?"

"Never mind.  I have to go.  Thanks," I said, "for listening."  I got up
and left.

Sunday morning I was at Masha's door.  She had called twice on Saturday,
but I had been with Tim.  It occurred to me as I knocked that perhaps I
should have called her back, instead of just showing up.  I stood there
pondering in the cold.  I had dressed carefully, trying not to look like I
had.  I wore a little gray wool skirt and my black leather jacket.  Lindsay
called the outfit my "study in opposites."

Eventually, Jane, one of Masha's housemates, showed up and let me in.

"Hi," I said.  Jane was a drama major, and I had met her a couple of times.

"Morning," she said, smiling.  "Masha's in the shower.  Want some coffee
while you wait?"

I followed her into the kitchen, where all three of Masha's other
housemates were puttering around with cups of coffee and newspapers and
bagels and things.

"Quite a hubbub," I commented to Jane after she introduced me to everyone.

"Yeah, it's a big house, but the kitchen gets crowded mornings."

She handed me a cup of coffee and sat opposite me at the table.

"So, rehearsals for you guys start tomorrow, yeah?" Jane asked.

I nodded.  We talked a little bit about the play and about professors.
Then Jane told Eric, one of the housemates, "Go tell Masha Kelsey's here.
She's gotta be out by now."

Eric nodded conspiratorially and left.  Jane and I kept chatting until
Masha came in.  She was wearing a very small tank top and boxers.  She
seemed like a haven of smooth skin, stomach and thighs.  How anyone else in
the room was still standing was beyond me.  Our eyes met, and I grinned
like an idiot.  My cunt was oozing instantly, and I was sweating and
drooling and breathless.  I spread my legs instinctively, under the table,
and was immediately sorry when my hamstring throbbed.  Masha came over and
sat next to me.

"Hi," she said, gloating over the state I was in.

"Hi," I told her.

Jane got up and left the room.  Masha and I just sat there.  She looked at
me directly, smiling but not saying anything.  I stirred my coffee
needlessly.

The others soon wandered off as well, casually and one after the other.  It
was so subtle I almost would have thought they had other things to do.  She
had them well trained.

Finally she said, "I was wondering if you would call me back."

"Well, I guess I didn't, but I'm here.  Is that okay?"

"Uh-huh."  She gave me another slow smile.  I tried to maintain my
composure, but ended up taking her hand and sucking on her index finger.
After a moment, she gently took her hand away.  I almost cried.

"Don't think I wouldn't give my first born to have you sucking my fingers,
but I think that we should talk," she said.

"Talk?!" I almost shouted.

She laughed.  "I know.  It isn't our forte, but I have some things to tell
you."

I waited.

"I may be a slut," she said, "but I am not interested in suffering, so I
need to know if your agreement with Tim was for one night with me or what."

"I broke up with Tim," I told her, knowing it was risky.

"Well, I hope not on my account," she said, trying not to look alarmed.  "I
want you on and on and on, but I don't love you or anything."

"I know.  I don't love you either, but I am evidently a raging lesbian, and
Tim is clearly a man."

"Oh," she said, sounding relieved but confused.  "You know rumor has it you
are the preeminent bisexual."

"Rumor is wrong," I told her.  "I was mistaken, too."

"Gee, this talking stuff is full of surprises."  She stretched and yawned.
Then she got up and went over to the coffee pot.  "I'm just gonna stand
over here where I can't smell you," she said, grinning sheepishly.  "I
promised myself I would talk to you, and I have a few more things to
cover."

"Okay," I said.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and took a sip.  "So, you know that was
my first time with a woman."

"What?"  It is a good thing I was sitting.  "But I heard you made out with
Emily Heidiker in dance studio A."

"Right.  We were interrupted."

"So, what, you just stopped and left?"  I was incredulous.  I could not
imagine anyone not finishing with Masha.

"Brandon Mitchell walked in on us.  He wanted to practice pirouettes or
some dumb thing, and he insisted we give up the room.  By the time we found
another place, the mood had passed."

"So, you never..."

"No."

"But you..." I stopped.

"I what?" she said.

"You had me coming my guts out.  You hit my g-spot on the first try."  I
was astounded.  "I guess experience doesn't count for much."

"I don't know.  But I've always thought imagination," she said, looking me
up and down "is very powerful."

"I guess so," I murmured, remembering the way she had handled me.  I wanted
to tell her about it, to thank her, worship her, give her money, whatever.
But I could not find the medium.  That, I decided, is why there is sex.  To
thank people.  Thank you for being so good with your hands that you made me
come six times in effortless abandon, for instance.  Thank you for being so
goddamn beautiful that I run an hour on the treadmill, do four loads of
laundry and all of my homework for the next two months without even
noticing, for instance.  Thank you for pulling your body through the world
in such an intensely sexual way that I am born again like a freaking
Christian, for instance.

I sat in the chair, looking into my coffee and not knowing what to do.  I
repeated to myself like a mantra, "You are not in love . . . you are not in
love."  We had been silent for several minutes when Masha spoke.

"Right now," she said huskily, coming over to me, "I am imagining you, on
your back on that table."

She came up behind me and dragged her lips along my neck, reaching around
me to cup my breast.  She slowly stroked my nipple with her thumb and I
felt it harden through my shirt.  I started to pant.  She pulled me up and
kissed me, nudging her tongue into my mouth.  She let go of my breast and
ran her hands down my ribcage and around to my ass.  She stood there
shaping my body with her hands and kissing me for a while, more slowly and
more deeply than she had before.  Her tongue wound its way around mine,
pulling itself across my teeth as she moaned.  She pulled her lips from
mine, moved down and grazed her teeth along my throat.

"You have an incredible body," she murmured as she pushed me backwards into
the table, continuing to kiss my neck and beginning to knead my thigh.

"We're in the kitchen," I managed to stammer as her hand moved slowly up my
thigh.  "What if somebody comes?"

"Nobody is going to come in here," she told me as she bit gently into the
side of my neck.  "We have weekly house meetings, and there is a policy in
place about you."

She stopped and straightened up, looking at me and tracing my lips with her
index finger.

"So, do you want me to stop or what?"

"Absolutely not," I told her, taking her finger in my mouth.

"Good," she grinned at me.  "Now, about our sex: It seemed the other
night," she began, pushing me back into the table, "like you were primarily
a finger girl, but I was hoping we could renegotiate that because I need to
taste you again.  Often."

"I don't know," I teased.  I nibbled on the tip of her middle finger.  "How
often would that be?"

"Well, now for starters," she replied as she leaned in to kiss me.  I was
dizzy as her tongue again swept me into bliss and pressed back against the
table for support.  It slid across the kitchen and stopped against the
wall.  We shuffled sloppily towards it, Masha guiding me.  She picked me
up, still kissing me and sat me on top of it.  She pulled her finger down
my neck and started to unbutton my shirt.  My clit was hard and hot and
aching.  I put my arms around her neck and kissed her more intensely.  She
responded and brought her palm again to my breast.  She squeezed it, then
took the nipple through the fabric of my shirt and twisted.  I groaned and
pulled her other hand under my skirt to my crotch.  She seemed excited by
my urgency and quickly unbuttoned the rest of my blouse while kneading my
pussy through my panties.  I took my mouth away from her to breathe and
drew my tongue down behind her ear.

"Oh, God, Masha.  Yes," I gasped as she pressed into my cunt and reached
beneath my bra to stroke my nipple.  I spread my legs further, wincing from
my hamstrings but not caring, and pushed my pelvis to the edge of the
table.  She removed her hand from between my legs and removed my skirt.  I
lifted up to let her pull it off of me.  I was so wet I made a spot on the
table.  I needed her to touch me and wished I had not worn underwear.  It
was only another second before she was back, licking my lips and then
kissing me while she reached beneath my panties for my clit.  I gasped and
moaned as she separated my lips with her fingers and found it.  It was
swollen and pulsing, and she stroked it so slowly it was hard to tell she
was moving her fingers at all.

She could tell from how I kissed her that I was close, and she did not want
me to come until she was licking me.  She removed my panties, then resumed
the subtle stroking.

After a few moments of this, I found I could not wait for her to eat me,
which was surprising to me because she had been right.  I was usually a
finger girl.  Now, however, I was only just managing not to beg, as she
touched me with maddening slowness.  Finally, knowing she had planned it, I
stopped kissing her and gasped into her ear.

"Masha," I whispered, shaking and weak "eat me.  Please."

She did not make me ask a second time, but laid me back on the table,
pushed my legs open roughly and dove in.  The pressure of her tongue on my
clit was much firmer and sharper than her fingers' stroking had been, and I
immediately began to gasp and shudder, grabbing her head and bucking my
hips into her.  Her tongue flicked my clit until I came quickly, moaning
and whispering her name.  She pushed her tongue into my hole while I closed
and opened around it.  She pulled her head up and watched me as she slid
two fingers into me and fucked me, hitting my g-spot until I was newly
excited.

After a while she withdrew her fingers, lowered her head and began to
circle my clit again with her tongue.  She licked me slowly and gently for
a long time.  She was exploring me, drawing her tongue between my folds and
only occasionally hitting my clitoris.  Soon, I knew that I would come
again despite her best efforts to keep me hovering on the edge.  Finally,
she brought her tongue to my clit and stayed there, lapping at it steadily.
I heard her groan as she slid one finger into me again and reached up for
my nipple with her other hand.  I was much louder as orgasm engulfed me the
second time, hurling me into waves of ecstasy.  My climax lasted for almost
a minute, and Masha gripped my thighs as she followed me, never losing
contact with my clit.  I lay there panting afterwards, opening my eyes and
trying to focus.  Masha, still in her tank top and boxers, climbed onto the
table with me and held me as I caught my breath.  I looked at her, still
feeling myself clench, and pulled her to me.  I kissed her once, my body
languid with eroticism.

"I hope this doesn't freak you out," I whispered to her, "but that was the
best orgasm of my life."

She smiled.  "Guess we solved that problem," she said proudly.

"What problem is that?" I asked her.

"You being a finger girl."

I laughed.  "Yeah.  So much for that."  I was still a finger girl, but did
not want to break her spirit.

"Now, I'm just your girl," I said, rolling toward her.  I realized the
table was hard.

"Can we go to your bed?" I asked her.

She nodded.  I got up, and we cleaned the table together.  Then I grabbed
all of my clothes and followed her.  We sprinted so I could avoid being
seen naked by her housemates in the hallway.  When we got there, I dropped
my clothes and started taking hers off as I kissed her.  Within a minute I
had reached into her boxers, groaning, and shoved three of my fingers into
her sloppy wet cunt.  I fucked her, pulling my fingers up into her g-spot,
and she moaned softly as I shoved her backwards onto the bed.  I leered at
her from above, took her nipple roughly into my mouth and gently nipped at
it as I pulled my hand out of her pussy and rubbed her engorged clit.  She
gasped and started to shake and come before I could stop her.  I quashed my
disappointment and stayed with her, rubbing her clit vigorously as she
shuddered and moaned in my arms.  I stopped touching her pussy and
concentrated on her breasts as she recovered, sucking one nipple while
caressing her other breast with my palm.

Her nipples were stiffer than I remembered them, and the thought sent a
pang to my cunt.  I flicked my tongue over her left nipple and squeezed the
other between my thumb and forefinger as I straddled her left leg and
pushed my again excited pussy into her knee.  She brought it up into me,
sighing, and I could tell she was ready to come again.  I continued to toy
with her nipples as I pushed my knee into her vulva.  She was still wet
from before and pushed her hips into me, closing her eyes and moaning.  I
kissed her, entwining my tongue with hers as I reached down between her
legs.  I pulled her lips apart and teased her for a while, touching her
crevices as she gasped and pleaded with me to take her.  Finally, I gave
her clitoris some attention, nudging it quickly with my thumb and then
lowering my body so I could take her with my mouth.  I inhaled greedily and
looked at her for a moment, pulling her apart with my fingers as she
whimpered for more direct contact.  Her lips were glistening with wetness,
and her clitoris was red and erect.  I took it between my fingers and
squeezed gently, then gave it a few quick strokes as she gasped.

I was drooling by now and could not tease her any longer.  I shoved my face
into her and licked her whole vulva clean.  Then I pushed my tongue between
her lips and pulled it up slowly onto her clit tip.  I began gently to
trace circles around it as I slid my fingers back into her vagina.  My own
cunt was throbbing by now, and I was grateful when she pulled me around so
that my pussy hovered over her face.  She clamped one arm around my thigh,
then used her other hand to open me up and slide her finger along my slit.
I groaned and flicked her clit more avidly, continued fucking her and tried
to fight off my already approaching orgasm.  She stroked me a couple of
times with her finger, then put her face into me and started licking.  We
ate each other, and she began to moan into my pussy.  Soon, she doubled her
pace and I could no longer stop my ascent.

Instead, I flicked her clit more rapidly with my tongue and slid my fingers
in and out of her.  She was writhing and groaning now, and I allowed myself
to let go.  My clit was enflamed with sensation as we both came, clinging
to each other and gasping as we licked.

After a few minutes it occurred to me that I might be squashing her.  I
crawled over to her side, and she rolled towards me, pushing the hair out
of my eyes and beginning to kiss me again.  I relaxed in her arms and
kissed her back, engulfed in the eroticism of her tongue discovering mine.
We lay there making out, not trying to make each other come for once.  I
was giddy with the knowledge that after all those orgasms, she still wanted
to lie here and kiss me.  After what seemed like an hour, there was a knock
on the door.  She pulled away, and I whimpered.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Um.  So sorry to disturb."  It was Jane's voice.  "We're grilling steaks
for dinner.

Do you guys want some?"

Masha looked at me.  "No way is it dinner time," I whispered, shocked.  She
smiled.

"Yeah," she said to Jane, through the door.  "We want.  Give us a half
hour?"

"Okay," Jane said, "we'll put yours on last."  I heard her run back down
the stairs.

Masha got up and rummaged through her dresser.  She pulled out a pile of
clothing and pulled me out of bed.

"C'mon," she said, "shower with me."

We ran down the hallway to the bathroom naked, Masha carrying the clothes.
In the shower, she took me again.  I came quickly, gasping and pressed
against the tiles, her fingers stroking me into one climax after another.
Finally I could not come anymore.

We got out and dressed.  She let me borrow some clothes, since the ones I
had worn over had my juices all over them.  Her clothes smelled like her.
They were just a bit too big for me, and I liked that.

We got downstairs 45 minutes later, but Jane did not comment on it.  Our
food was still warm, and Eric and the others were sitting around the table,
which had been moved back into the center of the room.  All of Masha's
housemates went out of their way to make me feel as if our all-day
fuck-a-thon had gone unnoticed, and I was grateful.

Masha sat beside me, grinning and chatting with her friends, her fingers
warm on my thigh.

After dinner, we offered to clean the kitchen, since we had done none of
the cooking.  I enjoyed the familiar touches she gave me as we worked.  The
housemates stayed at the table, chatting and finishing their wine.  As we
were finishing up, she came up behind me.

"Spend the night?" she whispered.

I dropped the cup I was drying.  It was plastic, and bounced and rolled.  I
chased it down and started to wash it again.  I didn't know what was wrong
with me.

"Look, Kelsey, I know you're tired."  Masha had followed me back to the
sink.

She grinned, taking the cup from me and putting it down on the counter.
"I'll let you sleep.  I'll just hold you.  I promise."

I was tired, although my hamstrings were beginning to adapt to her
onslaught.

Mainly, though, I was afraid because my desire was not lessening.  I was
afraid that if I spent any more time with her, I would ask her to fuck me
raw.

"Okay," I told her, getting hot again at the thought.  "But I have a class
at 8:30."

She nodded.  "I'll drive you back to your dorm at 7 so you can change.
Eric will lend me his car."

I doubted she had class until 11.  Seniors almost never did.  I was touched
that she was willing to get up so early just to have me sleep with her.

I spent the night making love to her, glorying in the beauty of her body
and trying to make her come as often as I had.  She did let me sleep, as
promised, but I kept waking up in her arms to roll over and reach for her,
fingers seeking her clit.  In the morning, she took me back to my dorm and
kissed me goodbye in front of the mail guy at the front desk.

My 8:30 was drama lit, and I quickly learned the story of Masha and I
making out at Rick's party had gone through the department like wildfire.
Most of the guys I saw, and some of the women congratulated me on my
bravado.  I was now "Kelsey, who pushed Masha into the pantry door."  My
friend Gloria whom I always sat next to hadn't seen it because she'd missed
the party.  Nevertheless, she was impressed.

"You know, I heard about you this weekend," she said.  "I heard what you
did to that girl up against the pantry door, and I give you praise.  The
thing about that girl is she's always gotta be the top slut.  It's about
time somebody pushed her into a door."

"It's sex, Gloria, not a fistfight," I told her, laughing.

"Yeah," she said, "still you got your top and you got your bottom, and we
are all sick of her picking people out and doing them until they can't even
see.  About time somebody did that to her."

I was unfamiliar with Masha's reputation as the "top slut," but Gloria
insisted it was well known.

"She's always getting to people, but doesn't let anybody get to her," she
explained.  "From what I heard you did, though."  She beamed at me proudly.
"From what I heard my girl Kelsey had her all flushed and panting.  I heard
she couldn't even walk straight after you pushed her up against that door.
And all you did was kiss her, right?"

I nodded.

For the rest of the day, I was in a haze.  Gloria's spin on what had
happened was a common one, and it left me curious about what I was to
Masha.  It was a typical girl reaction, and I scolded myself, but still I
wanted to know.  I had no problem being a conquest for her, but I didn't
want it to be over before I was satisfied.  With all the sex we'd had, I
still felt as if I had not even skimmed the surface of what I wanted to do
to her.

By the time I went to our first rehearsal that evening, I had stopped
hearing the part of the rumor about how I had transformed Masha and only
heard the part about her invincibility.  I was emotional and distracted,
convinced I would never touch her again.

Josh and I arrived before the others, and we discussed the scene we would
be working.  Masha and I were called at six every evening while the rest of
the cast came in at seven.  She and I needed the additional time to work
because we were the main characters and had the most scenes together.  When
she arrived Josh had us work on our relationship generally before leading
us into a particular scene.  I could tell he was not happy with the way we
were reading it, but instead of directing us, he just frowned and whispered
notes to his stage manager.

When the others arrived, I was relieved to have the tension broken.  We
began to work a group scene towards the end of the play.  Josh directed the
others almost to a fault, but he pretty much ignored Masha and me.  Around
8:30, we were ready to run the scene from start to finish.  When we got
about halfway through it, he stopped us.

"Masha," he said for the first time that night, "you and Kelsey are
supposed to be sisters.  Do you think there's a chance you could stop
looking at her like that until the scene is over?"

Everyone stared.

"What?" said Masha.

"You heard me," said Josh.  "Stop creaming all over Kelsey.  I know you two
are an item now, but it's called acting."

We all gawked at him.  Rick sputtered mutely.  Angie, the stage manager,
stopped taking notes.  Masha was speechless.  I knew she had wiped the
floor with directors better than him.  Rather than waiting for that to
happen, I spoke up.

"Christ, Josh, we all know the woman can act.  What is with you?  Why the
personal comments?  I know you are a jealous prick, but it's called
directing."

"Yeah, really, Josh!" shouted Rick, stepping forward.

Josh recovered his senses somewhat, apologized profusely, then sent us all
home.

He said we'd pick up tomorrow.

I picked up my things slowly, using the time to collect myself.  I could
not decide who, if anyone, had been sexually harassed.  On the plus side, I
was too upset about what Josh had said to worry about Masha's feelings for
me anymore.  By the time I had gathered everything, Angie and I were the
only two left in the room.  She smiled at me and said goodnight as I walked
out the door.

Masha was waiting for me in the hallway.  She seemed calmer than I
expected.

"You aren't furious?" I asked her, taking her hand.  We walked down the
hallway towards the door.

"No," she said, "mostly confused.  Why would he act like that?"

"Because he's an asshole," I told her.  "Always has been.  And because he
has a thing for you."

"You think?" she said, cocking her head.

I nodded.  We were on the sidewalk now.

"Can I come home with you?" I asked her.

"God, yes," she said.

We walked to her place, holding hands and talking about Josh's freak out.
I was proud to be with her in public like that.  It was an interesting
feeling for me.  I had always been fiercely independent and had never
wanted to be anyone's girlfriend before.  I was beginning to want to be
hers.

"So, did you hear all the talk about us today?" I asked her.

She laughed.  "How could I not?  It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No.  What bothers me is that you are Masha the Untouchable."

"Oh, c'mon, Kelsey," she said.  "Don't tell me you believe that.  No one is
that way.  They just say that because I sleep around and they want to but
don't have the courage."

"Hmm . . ." I said.  "Well, will you still sleep with other people?  And
will you still sleep with me?"

"Yes, and yes," she said.  "And you don't want me to stop sleeping with
other people yet.  So don't pretend you do."

"I'm not," I said.  "I want to sleep with other people, too.  We're too
young, and it's too soon to be married.  Besides I just got out of a
relationship where I didn't get to sleep with anybody else," I pouted.

"Right," she said, kissing my check as we walked.  "That's kind of how I
thought you would feel."

I was impressed that she'd thought about what I might want.  Still, I had
reservations.

"Prove it," I said to her as we walked into her living room.  "Prove that
you aren't untouchable."

"I thought that much was evident," she said, throwing some logs in the
fireplace.

I put my stuff down, and she wandered into the kitchen, coming back with
some newspaper and a lighter.

"Kelsey," she said, "maybe there is some truth to that rumor, and I am a
little hard to know.  I don't know."  She sat on the floor in front of the
fireplace and pulled me down beside her.

"I do know," she said, as she started lighting bits of paper and poking at
the logs, "that it isn't true with you.  I'm so attracted to you that I
have been on the brink of explosion for seven weeks, three days and 14
hours.  From the second we met, I wondered how anyone else could stand to
be near you without throwing themselves at you like I do.  Really, I think
they must all be blind and imbecilic."  She laughed.  "I want to know you,
Kelsey, in the biblical and every other sense.  I want to let you know me,
and I want to tell you things.  It's just hard for me to spend time talking
and listening when one look at you turns me into a rabid nymphomaniac."

The fire was catching, and I took off my coat and stretched.  I looked at
her and lost my mind to lust.

"In some sense," she continued, "Josh was right about how I was looking at
you today.  That's why I couldn't be angry with him.  It's also how I know
you're different.

I've always been able to act my way out of anything.  But the way I want
you has no off switch."

I felt a blaze of heat reach my face.  "Okay," I said.  "Fair enough.  Now,
lock the door and take off your pants."

"Already locked," she said, giving me her slow smile.

"Housemates?"

"Poker night at Eddie Mont's place.  They'll be gone 'til 1 or 2."

I smiled and leaned in, tilting her face towards mine.  I licked her lips,
then kissed her, relishing her quick responsiveness as she moaned.  We
kissed until I was afraid I would pass out with the intensity.  Then I
pulled away to lick her ear.  She stretched out on the floor and pulled me
down next to her.

"Why," she said as she pulled my sweater over my head, "do you insist on
wearing clothes?"

I giggled, then threw my arms around her neck and pulled her to me.  She
nibbled on my lower lip as I reached under her shirt and took her breast in
my hand.  I reached around and unhooked her bra, then came back to touch
her under it.  I passed my finger over her nipple, and she groaned, pushing
into my palm.  I felt myself grow hot and moist, and I pulled her clothes
off frantically.  When she was finally naked, I went to work on her
stomach, dragging my lips and tongue around her navel and across to her
hips.  I pulled my mouth up her ribcage and licked the base of her breast,
fingering her nipples with both hands.  She gasped and arched beneath me,
and I pulled my head up, taking her nipple into my mouth and gnawing on it.
I had wanted to tease her, but as usual, could not wait.  I reached down
and touched her lightly, just brushing the back of my hand over her vulva.
She groaned and pushed her hips forward, and I plunged my fingers in to
meet her.  She was dripping, panting and gasping.

"Kelsey," she whispered above me.  "I want it now.  Hard."

I pounded her, loving the feel of her clinging to my fingers, hitting her
g-spot as hard as I could.  I was in ecstasy with her.  Finally having
license to do this as hard as I wanted was a release for me, and much more
satisfying than the treadmill.  She was so wet and open that I had no fear
of hurting her, and soon she was asking for it harder.  She came that way,
not wanting me to stop even after her orgasm.  I happily kept fucking her,
though I eased up a lot.  I didn't want her sore tomorrow.  I slowly
lowered myself so that I could get my tongue on her clit.  I teased her
with my fingers still inside, licking her labia and passing quickly over
the head of her clit.  When I began to lick her more avidly, she
immediately began to come again.  I sucked her clit into my mouth and
flicked it with my tongue.  She shuddered for a full minute, screaming my
name and tightening around my fingers.  I loved how easily she orgasmed,
and told her this.

"With you," she whispered, as I climbed up to kiss her.  "Normally, I'm
regular."

She took her time licking my chin and lips clean and then slid her tongue
into my mouth.  She kissed me the way she did when she just wanted to kiss
me for a while.  I was thrilled with that, and we made out for a long time,
her hands roaming aimlessly, the fire crackling behind us.  Eventually, she
pulled away and made me dinner, naked.  While we ate I stroked her to
orgasm under the table.  After dinner, we picked up all of her clothes and
went up to her room.  The fire had died and Masha didn't want to worry
about housemates coming in on us later.

When we shut her door, she lit a candle and turned on some music.  She
turned to me and let her eyes linger over my body.  I had put my sweater
back on for dinner and began to grow warm under her gaze.

"I want you," she said.

"Oh?" I was playing coy.

"Uh-huh," she stated, walking over to me.  "And who told you that you could
put that sweater back on?"

"But I like it so much when you take it off of me," I cooed.

She smiled and took it off again.  Then she kissed me and pushed me down to
the bed.  She crawled over me, undressing me as she went.  In seconds, I
was gasping because she had skipped all the bases and gotten her fingers
inside me.  She hovered over me and withdrew her hand, spreading my wet
around my labia and grazing my earlobe with her teeth.  I pulled her around
to kiss me as she began to stroke me slowly like she had that time in the
kitchen, but this time I didn't let her go down.  I wanted to come from her
fingers, with her tongue in my mouth.  She got the idea and murmured some
protests but eventually relented as I kissed her fiercely.  She pulled her
index finger across my slit, and I gasped.  I kissed her desperately,
loving her taste, wanting her to know how incredible was making me feel.
We kept kissing as she rubbed me, speeding up just a little.  She slid two
fingers into me, fucking me as she flicked my clit with her thumb.

She continued this until I was breathless, gripping her fingers, coming and
moaning into her mouth.

After I came she had sex with the rest of me, pulling her tongue across my
stomach and along my spine for a long time.  It occurred to me that we'd
had sex backwards, with the foreplay at the end.  Then she began a long,
slow massage, cooing at me about how beautiful I was.  I fell asleep,
satisfied but vaguely aroused, with her hands pressing into my back.

I woke up before she did, energized and deliriously happy.  She sighed as I
disentangled myself from her arms.  I froze, not wanting to wake her, then
slowly inched out of the bed.  I tiptoed to her closet and pulled out a
sweater and some of her jeans.

Then I took a shower, dressed, and left a note beside her on the bed:

"O Queen Sex Goddess-- I have a 10:00 I can't miss.  Vaguely recall some
presentation or other.  Must work hard not to think of your fingers and
instead remember the topic and gather relevant materials from dorm room.
Dinner tonight?  I want you to meet my roommate.  Call me.

-K"

The presentation went well.  It was a comparison of Ibsen and Strindberg.
About halfway through one of my classmates had a question that evoked a
heated argument.  I struggled to arbitrate while the rest of the class
yelled at each other.  The professor seemed impressed that I'd spurred such
an interesting discussion, and I got to slack on the second half of the
thing.  I did think of her fingers.  Still, I congratulated myself for
leaving her at all.