It was slightly odd, watching myself. Not at all like the first time I watched this disc, directly after Sonia and I made it with our new DVD camcorder. Watching it with her felt almost as if we were doing it. We were there together, sharing it. Watching ourselves alone, suddenly, took on an odd detachment--almost a voyeuristic air--yet it was me I was watching, and Sonia. The disconnection from the moment made it all seem strangely more erotic. My cock twitched again. At the moment I pulled my cock out of Sonia's asshole and she rolled me over to mount me in cowgirl position, I found my cock in my hand, the glans squeezed and thrust through the circle of my thumb and index finger. I couldn't keep from pleasuring myself as I watched Sonia riding me on the screen.
I took a small clitoral vibrator from the nightstand, something Sonia and I had recently come to play with almost daily, and pressed the blunt, studded end of it against the foreskin on the back of my glans. As I turned the device on, a soft, low hum filled the room and a faint pleasure began to fill my shaft and down into my balls. A quick glance at the door told me she wasn't coming yet.
Just one quick come
, I thought,
before she comes in.
Pushing back onto the pillows to get into a more comfortable position, I ran the vibrator up and down the head of my cock. As I watched the cock sliding in and out of Sonia on the television, the small machine danced along my most sensitive nerve endings, sending me almost immediately to the cusp of orgasm. I pulled it away from my head and, with my other hand, pulled back the foreskin. My head was purple and trembling, and I lowered the small studs of the vibrating nub down onto the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and drank in the pleasure.
"Well, that's not fair."
My eyes burst open and I froze, the vibrator still pressed onto my cock. I looked at Sonia nervously.
She was smiling, standing there completely naked at the foot of my bed, her hands on her hips. "You horny little thing. You started without me!"
I gestured to the television with the vibrator. "I'm sorry, baby. I got a bit carried away watching us."
She climbed onto the bed and lay down between my legs, her head mere inches from my still-hard and throbbing penis. "Here," she said, and took the vibrator. She licked the end, still vibrating, and let it pulse against her tongue. "Let me help you with that."
I took my cock and pressed the head against her face, running it down her cheek and across her lips, which she parted for me.
She bit down on the head of my cock, ever so gently, and allowed her teeth to scrape along the back of the glans. The sensations made my toes spasm and sent an icy pain/pleasure up my spine. "Lie back."
"I want to watch," I protested.
"Okay," she said, sitting up on her elbows and taking my cock in her hand. She took the clitoral vibrator and placed it expertly on my frenulum, the membrane that attaches the foreskin to the glans. The area is dense, teeming with nerves. The vibrations concentrated there by the little machine took my breath away. Almost instantly, with Sonia pressing the vibrator hard against the nerves, it was over.
"Sonia," I managed, but only barely, before the intensity of the stimulation caused a thin, milky jet of come to spray from my cock. It caught her directly on her mouth and, as she licked the fluid up, several much thicker jets of come followed onto her face. Time, it seemed, was slightly out of synch. I was on the third spasm of fluid out of my penis before the associated explosion of orgasm washed over me. After the semen slowed to a dribble from my urethra, half a dozen more intense tremors of ecstasy shook my sex without the accompanying gush of jism.
"That was nice," I managed to say from behind a wide, happy grin. This was the understatement of the year. My insides still shook from the electromechanical onslaught.
"Yes, it was," Sonia agreed. My fluids dressed her smile.
She eased up on the bed beside me, swimming over the pillow topper as if it were filled with water, and lay down beside me. "I've got some news, Professor Corbis," she said, slowly sucking a thick rope of my come from her fingers. She maintained eye contact throughout and made sure I could fully observe the act as she imbibed my seed.
"Yeah?" I responded, watching her as if frozen.
"Uh huh."
"Well?" I asked. "What?"
"You just came all over the face of a
graduate
student," she announced with a giddy squeal.
"You got accepted? Angel, that's incredible. Congratulations!"
"I'm so excited! I just got an e-mail from the department. Nothing provisional or anything, either--I'm completely in. And, on top of that, tomorrow is graduation. Can it get any better?"
"Come here," I commanded, taking her head in my hands and leaning forward to kiss her. Our tongues probed each other's mouths, and I could taste my come on her lips and in her mouth. We ground ourselves together in a tight, heaving tangle, rolling around on the soft, cloudlike bed. I could not pull her body close enough to sate my hunger. Likewise, she dug and tore at my back and chest and sucked and bit at my lips. We were possessed, gnashing our bodies together. No matter how close we found ourselves, we could not seem to extinguish the fire. I had to have her again; I had to taste her delicious sex.
Somehow, we managed to crawl under the heavy comforter. In doing so, Sonia maneuvered herself around so that her gorgeous slit hung directly at my mouth. I grasped her thick ass-cheeks in either hand and pulled her down onto my tongue. As I began lapping at her dripping hole, I felt her lips and tongue tease at my flaccid penis, licking around the glans. Soon I was fully inside her mouth, my soft shaft growing harder with each tease and swirl of her practiced tongue. Our noises, loud moans and slurps, combined with the soundtrack of our lovemaking on the DVD and filled the bedroom with an odd, impassioned symphony. The sounds of sex reverberated from every direction around us.
"Your tongue," Sonia cried. "Fuck."
All I could do was moan against her slick flesh. I was in heaven.
The alarm clock didn't wake us. It had taken an unexpected fall during the previous night, and now it lay in two relatively distinct pieces on the floor beside the bed. That didn't really matter, given that we had no place we had to be until the Commencement Ceremony at two o'clock. The sun cast a golden, vibrant glow through the bedroom window. Looking beyond the window, past Sonia's still-sleeping body, I watched the leaves of my evergreen oak dance and sway in the delicate morning breeze. In the distance, I could hear dogs barking, the plaintive squeal of a school bus's brakes, and one of my neighbors firing up his riding mower. Abruptly, an intense feeling of euphoria and contentment developed in my gut and took flight fully in my chest. I had butterflies.
Softly, I caressed Sonia's hair. She stirred slightly, and sighed. Gently, careful not to wake her, I drew my fingertips along the brown skin of the nape of her neck, down her spine, and back up to her shoulder.
I was the luckiest guy in the world, and I knew it. I could feel it. I had everything: a rewarding career, my dream car, a beautiful house, a fair bit of money saved up. But, more important now than any of the rest of it, I had found the love of my life, my
raison d'etre
. I leaned back against a stack of pillows, with one hand behind my head, the other resting on Sonia's shoulder.
I considered how we'd gotten here--not here in my bedroom on the morning of Sonia's graduation, but here in life, in the universal sense,
together
. It was almost sixteen weeks ago that she'd walked into my classroom and into my life--almost sixteen weeks ago to the day that her mere presence had sent me, for the first time in my life, running out of my classroom to relieve myself sexually in the bathroom. I chuckled slightly, thinking about that experience: abandoning my post to jerk myself off. At school, on campus! It was absurd.
Sonia stirred, and I stroked her soothingly.
I couldn't conceive of any other time in my life that I would have had the balls, no pun intended, to do something like that. But she had, in a manner of speaking, inspired me. And she continued, continues, to inspire me. I thought of all the others things we'd done, for the first time, together: her show for me in class; my going down on in her in my office; the desperate, perverse obsession plaguing me for weeks on end, which culminated in my breaking into her dorm room to violate her in her sleep; the sound--God, the sound, my cock twitched now at the very thought of the pleasure she introduced to me there; the black rubber dildo doubly penetrating her in the lab; the endless succession of sexual positions; the anal sex; the near-constant oral sex. She was to me the embodiment and physical fulfillment of my every sexual desire.
She stirred again, flipping over onto her stomach, the naked globes of her ass like two beautiful hills rising from a canyon in the comforter. She was beginning to awaken, but wasn't yet lucid. Sitting quietly, I stared at the swells of her buttocks. I variously wanted to sit here forever, considering them like fine art, and to crawl over and bury my tongue in her cleavage.
But it wasn't just the sex, though, astonishing as it was. She had changed my life entirely, on the most fundamental level. I'd been horribly jaded towards students before, although outwardly not as much as some of the faculty--at least that was how I rationalized it. My life and my interests were limited to the laboratory. Teaching was a necessary evil and an annoyance dictated by my research contract. Meeting Sonia, though, suddenly caused a new vista to open. My role, and the responsibilities I defined for myself, had changed entirely. I became what I should always have been. She made me a teacher. And from her successes: doing well enough to allow me to make her my new lab assistant; graduating; getting accepted to graduate school, I derived as much gratification as I did in my own success. I would never have guessed that I could have felt like that.
But I did. And it was because of Sonia.
"Good morning, angel," I said, as she finally opened her eyes.
"Hey," she said.
"Did you sleep well?" It all felt so incredibly domestic, so ordinary and incredible. Something had happened. I wasn't sure exactly when. Not necessarily last night. Maybe it was a cumulative process. But something important had happened in my mind, in my heart. Things would no longer be the same for me.
"I did," she said. "You?"
"Incredible."
That made her smile, and she slinked up closer to me, rolling onto her back so she could consider the bedroom window with me. She lay on the pillow beside me, just staring into space, soaking up the tranquility.
"This pillow topper is something, huh?" I remarked after a long silence.
"You're not lying. I think I got stuck last night." She rubbed my thigh in long, lazy swirls as she spoke. "I think you pounded me into a divot or something. It was nice, though."
"The divot or the pounding?" I asked, smiling.
"The divot, the mattress," she said. "The pounding was unbelievable--a lot more than nice."
"You flatter me."
"You
make
me," she said as her hand stopped massaging my thigh and simply held me. It was a firm, amorous touch, and one that described a kind of ownership.
"Sonia," I said, making it more of a question.
"Yeah, Daddy?"
"I wanted to ask you something about that."
"About what?"
"You said that I
make
you."
"You do," she said, and turned to face me, leaning on my chest. "Let me tell you: I was happy when I came to school here. I was having a great time. Going to class, meeting people, living in the dorm. It was exciting. It was scary. It was the first time in my life that I actually felt like a grown-up, you know?
"And then I met you, and, I don't know, you made the whole experience real. Like really real. You changed me--made me feel like an adult, a woman--not like a kid who was playing at being an adult. It all matters now--it feels like there's a point to it all. Like I'm here for something, not just for my degree--I could get that anywhere--but for something more. It's hard to describe, Coop. It's a feeling. But you made it, in me."
Stunned, I laughed nervously to keep tears from welling up. "Have you ever thought about getting married?" I asked her quietly. I don't know why I wasn't more direct, more convinced. I certainly had no qualms at this point of pairing up with Sonia--of spending the rest of our lives together. Somehow, though, the question clung to my throat like a buzzing bee, stubbornly fighting to stay down.
Sonia laughed too, and slapped my thigh lightly. "Please, I'm having too much fun! Marriage?"
"Oh." I replied, the soul absent from my voice.
She laughed, waited a few beats, and then laughed again. "Dumbass, Cooper, of course I have. A lot. I've thought of marriage a lot. But you haven't asked."
"
The
question?"
"I love you," she said. "And I've never said that to anyone before. I don't use those words lightly. It's no joke, to me, and I don't do games when it comes to that. I wasn't raised that way."
"You'd want me to ask you?"
"You haven't asked, and I'm not going to tell you to ask me, so I guess you'll just have to ask to find out." She rolled over, slipping down my thighs so that my cock was in her hand, and then led me to her lips. A swift circle of my urethra with her tongue, the metal tongue-stud rubbing playfully against the back of my shaft, and she had me inside her mouth.
"Sonia," I asked.
She pulled my glans from her mouth, almost impatiently, and then considered me expectantly. "Yeah, baby?"
My heart raced, and my mind was a thick cloud of competing thoughts. There were so many things I felt, so many things I wanted to say, so many questions yet answered. "Is this normal?" I asked finally. "I mean, is this healthy for us?"
"Is what normal?" She was slowly masturbating me now, and the sensation was both exquisite and distracting.
"Us, doing this," I said, my eyes closed lightly, my lips pressed together in bliss at her touch. It was now impossible to ignore the feeling she was creating in me. "Are we making love too much? Do we do nothing but have sex?"