While We Waited
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Finny opens the curtain on our side a little and Sam opens the curtain on his, and they high-five in the middle. Peck’s head sticks out sheepishly. “Sorry,” she says, her cheeks rosy. “We didn’t know you were awake.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep through all that noise,” Finny says. “And the rocking.”
“The bus was rocking?” Peck asks Sam.
“Hell yeah, the bus was rocking,” he says on a chuckle. Then he pulls the curtain shut again.
“How do you think they did that in such a tiny space?” I whisper in Finny’s ear.
She rocks her hips a little and says, “I think we could make it work.” She giggles when I grab her hips to keep her still. If she keeps that up, I’ll embarrass us both.
She reaches down between us and wraps her fist around my dick. I hiss in a breath.
“Shh,” she whispers.
“Don’t, Finny.” I grab for her hand and try to stop her. She pulls her hand back up and rocks her heat against my dick. “Don’t do that, either,” I say.
I roll so that I dump her into the tiny spot beside me and we face one another on our sides. I slip my fingers under her t-shirt so I can cup her naked hip. She kisses me and it shoots straight to my toes, and my heart starts to trip.
I lift my head and groan. “I should get up.”
She reaches down and slides her hand into my boxers, wrapping her tight little fist around me. “Some parts of you are already up,” she says impishly.
“Finny,” I complain quietly. I don’t want Sam and Peck to hear me beg.
“I want to come so bad,” she whispers in my ear.
I freeze. “You do?”
She nods.
“Well, damn,” I say. “Let me help you out.”
“No…” she says slowly, staring into my eyes. “We’re not ready.”
I slide my hand up her side, slowly lifting her shirt. “This okay?”
She rucks her shirt up over her boobs in answer to my question.
“So pretty.” I groan and bury my face in her soft skin, dropping kisses here and there. Then she cups her boob in her hand and pulls my head toward her pert nipple.
She takes in a quick breath when I lap at it with my tongue. I give it a quick suck, and the sound of her breath nearly has me coming in my boxers. I nibble and kiss and suck until she’s squirming in my arms. Her nipples have been kissed hard-tight and they strain against my chest when I pull her against me.
“Can I touch you?” I ask. I hover over the waist of her pants, my palm flat against her belly, my fingers pointing toward her heat.
“Please,” she says. I slide my fingers into her panties and work my way between her lower lips, finding her hot and wet and slippery-sweet. She kisses me while I find her clit, and she bites down gently on my lower lip and stops moving when I find the right spot.
“Right there?” I whisper.
She nods.
I rub in a small circle, guided by the movement of her hips.
Then I feel her pull out the waistband of my boxers. I freeze for a second, waiting to see what she’s going to do. She holds my waistband out with one hand and spits into the other, and then wraps her slick fingers around my dick.
My mouth falls open and I have to remind myself not to make noise. She pushes me to start moving my fingers against her clit again when she rocks her hips. She kisses me, smothering my raspy exhales. It’s only seconds later and I’m ready to come, but I hold back. Her breaths are quick against my lips, and she makes a little noise. It grows slightly louder, but I’m pretty sure only she and I can hear it. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Suddenly, she cups my face with the hand that’s not wrapped around my dick and she looks into my eyes.
Then she comes apart in my arms. I spill into her tiny little fist, and she smears the head of my dick with it and keeps pumping, while she shivers and trembles in my hold. I stroke her, growing softer as her body eases a little. “Wow,” she says, when we’re both still.
“Yeah.” I bury my face in her shoulder, kissing her collarbone, and working my way up her neck to her face. “Wow,” I say like an idiot.
Suddenly, we hear clapping from the other bed. “Hell yeah!” Sam calls out. He does a few cat-calls, and I feel Finny bury her face in my chest. I palm the back of her hair and ask her if she’s all right.
Her head shakes against me and I realize she’s laughing. “At least we didn’t rock the bus,” she says loudly.
“Not everybody can be as awesome as me,” Sam crows.
“I don’t know,” Finny whispers to me. “That was pretty amazing.”
She fixes her panties and rolls over the top of me to get out of bed. She comes back with damp hands from where she just washed them and passes me a warm wet cloth. I clean up really quickly and she throws it into a hamper.
She climbs back into bed with me and puts her head on my chest. “Can we go back to sleep?” she asks.
I nod and hold her close to me. “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell her.
“I know.” She kisses the stubble on my chin. “That’s what made it so wonderful.”
She settles against me. Our heartbeats collide. I finally have the key to that door labeled Happiness, and it’s standing right there, gaping wide open in front of me.
Finny
Tag is still under me, and he’s making little soft snuffly noises. I ease off of him slowly, trying not to wake him. He shifts, and I pause my movement until he settles again. I open the curtain and back out of the tiny space. I clean up really quickly and put on some clothes that might look presentable.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep through all that noise,” Finny says. “And the rocking.”
“The bus was rocking?” Peck asks Sam.
“Hell yeah, the bus was rocking,” he says on a chuckle. Then he pulls the curtain shut again.
“How do you think they did that in such a tiny space?” I whisper in Finny’s ear.
She rocks her hips a little and says, “I think we could make it work.” She giggles when I grab her hips to keep her still. If she keeps that up, I’ll embarrass us both.
She reaches down between us and wraps her fist around my dick. I hiss in a breath.
“Shh,” she whispers.
“Don’t, Finny.” I grab for her hand and try to stop her. She pulls her hand back up and rocks her heat against my dick. “Don’t do that, either,” I say.
I roll so that I dump her into the tiny spot beside me and we face one another on our sides. I slip my fingers under her t-shirt so I can cup her naked hip. She kisses me and it shoots straight to my toes, and my heart starts to trip.
I lift my head and groan. “I should get up.”
She reaches down and slides her hand into my boxers, wrapping her tight little fist around me. “Some parts of you are already up,” she says impishly.
“Finny,” I complain quietly. I don’t want Sam and Peck to hear me beg.
“I want to come so bad,” she whispers in my ear.
I freeze. “You do?”
She nods.
“Well, damn,” I say. “Let me help you out.”
“No…” she says slowly, staring into my eyes. “We’re not ready.”
I slide my hand up her side, slowly lifting her shirt. “This okay?”
She rucks her shirt up over her boobs in answer to my question.
“So pretty.” I groan and bury my face in her soft skin, dropping kisses here and there. Then she cups her boob in her hand and pulls my head toward her pert nipple.
She takes in a quick breath when I lap at it with my tongue. I give it a quick suck, and the sound of her breath nearly has me coming in my boxers. I nibble and kiss and suck until she’s squirming in my arms. Her nipples have been kissed hard-tight and they strain against my chest when I pull her against me.
“Can I touch you?” I ask. I hover over the waist of her pants, my palm flat against her belly, my fingers pointing toward her heat.
“Please,” she says. I slide my fingers into her panties and work my way between her lower lips, finding her hot and wet and slippery-sweet. She kisses me while I find her clit, and she bites down gently on my lower lip and stops moving when I find the right spot.
“Right there?” I whisper.
She nods.
I rub in a small circle, guided by the movement of her hips.
Then I feel her pull out the waistband of my boxers. I freeze for a second, waiting to see what she’s going to do. She holds my waistband out with one hand and spits into the other, and then wraps her slick fingers around my dick.
My mouth falls open and I have to remind myself not to make noise. She pushes me to start moving my fingers against her clit again when she rocks her hips. She kisses me, smothering my raspy exhales. It’s only seconds later and I’m ready to come, but I hold back. Her breaths are quick against my lips, and she makes a little noise. It grows slightly louder, but I’m pretty sure only she and I can hear it. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Suddenly, she cups my face with the hand that’s not wrapped around my dick and she looks into my eyes.
Then she comes apart in my arms. I spill into her tiny little fist, and she smears the head of my dick with it and keeps pumping, while she shivers and trembles in my hold. I stroke her, growing softer as her body eases a little. “Wow,” she says, when we’re both still.
“Yeah.” I bury my face in her shoulder, kissing her collarbone, and working my way up her neck to her face. “Wow,” I say like an idiot.
Suddenly, we hear clapping from the other bed. “Hell yeah!” Sam calls out. He does a few cat-calls, and I feel Finny bury her face in my chest. I palm the back of her hair and ask her if she’s all right.
Her head shakes against me and I realize she’s laughing. “At least we didn’t rock the bus,” she says loudly.
“Not everybody can be as awesome as me,” Sam crows.
“I don’t know,” Finny whispers to me. “That was pretty amazing.”
She fixes her panties and rolls over the top of me to get out of bed. She comes back with damp hands from where she just washed them and passes me a warm wet cloth. I clean up really quickly and she throws it into a hamper.
She climbs back into bed with me and puts her head on my chest. “Can we go back to sleep?” she asks.
I nod and hold her close to me. “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell her.
“I know.” She kisses the stubble on my chin. “That’s what made it so wonderful.”
She settles against me. Our heartbeats collide. I finally have the key to that door labeled Happiness, and it’s standing right there, gaping wide open in front of me.
Finny
Tag is still under me, and he’s making little soft snuffly noises. I ease off of him slowly, trying not to wake him. He shifts, and I pause my movement until he settles again. I open the curtain and back out of the tiny space. I clean up really quickly and put on some clothes that might look presentable.
