Part III
�Are rain coats allowed?� He asked through the door. Rain coats...? Oh!
�Yes they are.� I said. I then straiten my back and crossed my arms over the top of the back of the chair. The door opened and I looked upon one of the most perfect forms in this world. I looked over him from head to toe. I saw nothing that I would change. He was looking at me, as I was spread wide. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
�You asked permission to bring rain coats.� I told him. �Where are they?� I asked. He held up his left hand and displayed six. Six condoms. I slightly shuddered. My mind and body reeled from what he could do to me while he used up all six. I stood up and dismounted the chair. I slowly walked over to him and held both his hands in mine. I then leaned up and kissed him. I drew back and pulled him with me as I walked backwards to the bed. When the back of my leg hit against the bed I sat down and pulled him closer. I took the condoms from him and placed five of them onto the table next to the bed. I then reached for him and placed him in my mouth. I sucked and licked it until it was fully-grown. I then let it slip out of my mouth. I kissed and licked it, and twirled my tongue around the tip until I felt his fingers biting into my shoulder. I then opened the one I had, and placed it in my mouth, and with my teeth and the aid of my tongue, I rolled it onto him. I then crawled backwards on the bed. When I had let go of him he had followed me across the bed. He covered me and gathered me up into his arms as we kissed. I reached my hands down between us and placed him at my opening. Then slowly he eased his way in.
By the time I could form a complete thought, I was turning on the lamp and bathing us in a soft purple light. We had run out of condoms before it had even hinted dark out side and now I am willing to bet that it was pass 7:30. I was very grateful for the fact that I had taken my pill. I rubbed my hand up and down the front of him. I did not go past his waist. He needed his rest. He was sleeping now, even if his penis did look as hard and as ready as it did when he was awake, but before he left me for Mr. Sandman, he had accused me of trying to kill him. It was his own fault that I dying to get my hands on him. But this I didn't tell him. I�ll inform him of the reason for my unrestrained behavior at another time.
I sat up in bed and wondered what to do. I looked down at myself. First question. Do I get dressed? Yes. Second question. What do I wear? I looked around for his shirt. It was in a small pile with his pants in my doorway. I got up and walked over there. I hunched down and picked it up. I slipped in one arm then the other. I held the front together with my hands to see how well it fit. It was a nice fit. It was not twice my size with my fingers reaching only the elbows, like what you would see in the pictures. It could have been mine. I took it off and bent to pick up his paints and brought them into my room and placed them over the back of the chair. I walked over to the foot of my bed and picked up my nightshirt. It was really just a plain green tee that I insisted on wearing around the house. It was not even long enough to reach my crouch. I don�t even bother to sleep in anything.
With one last look at him I walked out of my room and towards the kitchen with my exposed ass for anyone to see. I walked down the dark hallway, through a dark living room and into a dark kitchen. As I stepped over the threshold I switched on the lights. It brightened the kitchen to a painful glare that almost blinded me. The light spilled into the living room nicely. So I did not have to put that one on. I almost never did. I did not think that I was that hungry, until I started to make some sandwiches for him. I made three different kinds. Lettuce, tomato and Mayo. Egg salad sandwiches, which I made from some left over egg salad that I had made that morning, and cheese sandwiches. I took two of each and left three of each for him. I wrapped the plate with foil and left them in the refrigerator for him. While I was in there, I took out a bottle of cold water. I then made my way to the living room where I crossed my legs and sat down in the love seat. As I reached over to the table in front of me to put down my plate and bottle and smelt myself. I did not mind smelling his cum as it came out of my body, I just could not stand how my juices smelt. It always made me feel dirty.
I got up and walked into the kitchen to retrieve a plate that I placed over my sandwiches. I then made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door behind of me, but I did not lock it. I pulled the shirt over my head, and tossed it over the toilet seat. I then stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. I took the soap and lead it all over my body. I rubbed it in circles on my hairy nest that was at the junction where my legs meet. I took my other hand and spread the soapy suds all over, to every hair, up into my tunnel and along my bruised lips. I finished rubbing the soap over me, then washed it off. I was tempted to have the water run thought my hair. But I did not feel like washing my hair tonight. I stepped out of the tub and unto a blue mat. I reached over to the wall and took my towel from the rod that was attached to the wall. I dried myself off and put my shirt back on. I was about to walk out when I decided to brush my teeth. That took me three minutes. When I was finished and looking at myself in the mirror, I decided to take another pill. I swallowed it with some water, and then I left the bathroom. I tuned to walk out when I bumped into him.
�That was a short nap.� I remarked. I was about to kiss him when I saw his eyes.
