Sensory Pleasure
Part 23 -
Karen H.

I never really noticed it before, but her bed has limited space. We’ve never actually been confined to such a small bed before. And up until last week it was unfamiliar to me...and to us as lovers.

It reminds me of the last time we were in a foreign bed, so many years ago. She’s lying on her stomach, with her head resting on the pillow turned so that she’s facing me. I smile as I lie beside her on my side, one of my legs kinda resting between hers as I lightly draw imaginary shapes on her back with one hand, while my right hand is clasped in her right one, remembering what happened the last time we shared a bed before we ended up like this. She raises her head a little and brings her face towards mine, gently brushing her lips against my forehead.

“Why are you smiling?” She asks as she lays her head back on the pillow after breaking our 20 minute silence of nothing more than looks, kisses and caresses.

I keep lazily trailing my hands up and down her back. “The last time we slept in a foreign bed, way back in 10th grade.”

“Seems like a million years ago, doesn’t it?”

“Sometimes.” I reply as she turns her body slightly to face me. “Did you ever think back then that we’d end up like this?”

She has this unbelievably sexy grin on her face as she replies. “Hell yeah!” Nodding her head too.

I’m rather surprised by her insistence. “You did?”

“Mmhm, just never expected us to be squashed… “ She says pressing her body against mine, her nipples grazing my chest as she kisses me full on the lips. “…in this…small…bed.”

This past weekend has been nothing short of amazing, but the stark reality of what this is or what it will become has yet to be discussed.

I know that the smile on face must have wavered because she looks at me with concern evident on her face.

“Dawson?”

“Hmmm”

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.” I reply knowing full well that I’m not convincing either of us.

“So what’s with the serious look then?” She asks as she traces my jaw line.

“Jo…” I pause for a moment and sigh. “Let’s not talk about it right now, not when we’re like this.”

“Oh.” She mouths as she averts her eyes from mine, lowering her head.

I move my hand from her hip to tilt her chin up, so she’s looking at me again. “Let’s not ruin this right now. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

“This is the morning!”

“Well when we’re both wearing clothes then.” I tell her as I rain butterfly kissed over her face.

This is how it has been for us most of the night. Drifting in and out of sleep, kissing each other and making general small talk.

She doesn’t respond to any of my touches or kisses. I look at her for a moment as I brush a few strands of hair that have fallen across her face as a result of my playfulness, off of her face. “If you want to talk about it now, we can.” I reassure her.

She shakes her head as she replies. “No, you’re right. Let’s not ruin our long weekend.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yes!” She replies, pushing me onto my back before she slides on top of my body. “As long as we’re lying in this bed…” She trails one of her hands down my arm. “…there’s to be no serious talk”. As she finishes she gets this devious gleam in her eye a second before she starts to tickle me.

For a moment I’m completely off guard before I go into full attack mode. I tickle her and she squeals before I roll us over, until I’m positioned above her. I pin her wrists to her waist.

“Do you give in?” I ask before I kiss her hard on the lips.

“Never!”

Even though I hold her hands by her side I can still tickle her and she laughs as she writhes under me.

“Under no circumstances?” I ask, leaning down, nuzzling her neck. v“Hmmm.” She moans as I start to kiss along her shoulder, while lightly stroking her sides.

“Is that a yes or a no?” I ask her, bringing my face closer to hers.

As my lips meet hers again, I tickle her and she laughs into my mouth.

She kisses me back and manages to move her arms away from her body enough to make me stop tickling her. “Maybe” She mumbles into my mouth.

“Maybe what?” I remove my hands from her wrists and slowly run one of them up her side before cupping her breast. “Maybe what?” I ask again giving it a playful squeeze.

“I’m sorry; I forget what the initial question was.” She replies, laying her hand over the one that rests on her breast.

“There was a question?” I ask with a grin and she rolls her eyes at me. I begin to stroke one of her thighs as I lay quick kisses on each of her eyes, her nose, and the corner of her lips. She moves one of her hands to the nape of my neck as I begin to kiss down one of her arms.

Her body is perfectly still under mine, but I’m about to change all of that.

I kiss her shoulder before grazing my lips against hers. “So Jo, did you enjoy watching that show last night?”

“Umm, yeah.”

I laugh. “That’s really funny then isn’t it?”

She looks confused. “What is?”

“I had on the home shopping network.”

She opens her mouth in surprise and is about to respond as I start to stroke closer to where I know she’ll be aching for me and I start to lightly sweep my tongue around one breast as I cup the other.

A moan escapes from her lips as I roll her nipple between two fingers, tweaking it, eliciting another moan from Joey; I guess that’s not important anymore.

She must feel how turned on I am as my obvious arousal brushes against her leg.

Her breathing isn’t as steady anymore.

I stop stroking her and remove my lips from her breast, my hands trailing up her body; I cup her face and lay my lips on hers.

She parts her lips and our tongues brush against each others.

One of her hands still rests on my neck as I start the descent down her body again, stopping to nuzzle on the throbbing pulse in her neck and my hands move past her breasts (but not before playfully squeezing them), then her stomach before coming to rest on each thigh. I start to run my tongue over her other breast and she takes a deep breath.

Joey shifts one of her legs slightly and I start to stroke her inner thigh as I shift my attention to her other breast, biting, blowing and sucking it. I try to catch her unaware by quickly removing my hands from her body and slowing dipping one of my fingers into her hot, moist center. She gasps from the surprise and takes a sharp intake of breath as I start to tease her with my fingers.

She moves the hand that was lying idle by her side towards my thigh and I grasp her wrist with my free hand. I allow her to run her hand over my erect cock.

Breathlessly she moans, “I want you!” As I move her hand above her head.

I start to move my other hand towards his erection when he removes his finger from within me and catches my other wrist.

I gasp and he lets go of the newly captured limb and I touch him again. He takes my hand, starts to move it up the way before suddenly letting it go. I run my hand quickly down his side, stroking his thigh before stroking his penis. His breath catches in his throat and he grasps my wrist again. Moving it above my head.

He shifts his weight, pins both wrists with one hand and runs the other down my body. I try to move my legs, so he’s positioned between them but he has me pinned in place.

He starts to tease the other breast again before moving his hand over my stomach, lightly tickling me before resting his hand on my thigh.

I hold my breath as he moves his hand to my inner thighs, his mouth on the other breast now as he pushes my thighs apart, his erection now brushing against my entrance.

“Oh.” I moan as he enters me.

His hands are now on my butt, pulling me closer to him as he moves back up my body.

One of my hands is in his hair while the other rests on his ass. I want to be kissing him.

He’s kissing between my breasts when the dorm room door opens.

“Joey, have you...oops.” Jack trails off with a look of surprise on his face.

I pull the blanket closer, my first instinct to cover myself but in doing this I’m also pulling Dawson closer.

He thrusts inside me, his head now still.

“Can I help you Jack?” I moan out.

“Sorry. I was looking for Pacey and Dawson. Any ideas?” Jack replies, I wonder who is more embarrassed. Certainly not Dawson!

He’s moved slightly and started to suckle on my neck I manage to reply, “Mmhm. Pacey, don’t know and Dawson, Capeside.”

He nods his head, looking amused. “Okay, I’ll leave you since you’re a little busy and I’ll throw the lock on the door so you don’t get any more interruptions.” Jack calls as he leaves the room.

“Mmhm...Thanks.” I reply as Jack closes the door and he starts to thrust within me again. “Oh that feels...” He withdraws slightly and then pushes into me again. “...GOOD.”

He emerges from underneath the blanket and has this grin on his face and he stifles a laugh.

I pull him towards me, kissing him. I briefly wonder who it was that never locked the door, but the thought is soon forgotten as he brushes a piece of hair off of my face as his thrusts become deeper and faster.

I’m getting lost in him all over again.