"Date Night Underneath" (Underneath: 2048) -- closed

Wes couldn't help but chuckle at the comment...she must have overheard Alice's advice in the infirmary. "Actually, I have one more to go," he joked.

He smiled, and said, " Look, I'm sorry...I feel like I have been unintentionally making you feel like I want you to change for me. I really don't want to pressure you. You told me you weren't the relationship type, and I can understand that."

He paused, and then continued, "That being said, I can't help how I am. I'm always going to want more than just casual sex. I felt a connection with you. I'm not sure if you feel that way, but it's ok if you don't. It's all pretty new...you don't need to do anything you don't want to. I just want to be up front with you."

He leaned forward, and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I had an amazing time with you. I will never forget it and always remember it...no regrets," he said, quiet enough so only she could hear, "if you ever want more than just the physical aspect of being close to someone, you know where am."

He stood up, smiled at Kimmie one last time, and then turned and left the saloon. He left her to think things over. If there was to be any more between the two of them, it was going to have to be her decision.

Kimmie let Wes go without responding to all he'd told her. She had to. She didn't know what to say to him. He was like no other man she'd ever met. He was too good a man for her, that was for certain. He wanted a partner in life, and all Kimmie wanted was a partner in bed.

She finished off her beer, then sucked down the rest of the one Wes had left and a third Peter brought over after she'd signaled him. She looked around the Saloon to the couples in the room and wondered whether or not each member of those pairings was happy with the sex they were getting from just that one person sitting with them.

Kimmie doubted it. But then, maybe relationships weren't just about sex. She let out a laugh that caught Peter's attention, and when he came down to ask her if everything was okay, she only told him, "I'm horny, and I'm outta here."


Just short of midnight, Kimmie placed her hand lightly over Wes's mouth and, preparing for him to wake with a start, had her finger to her lips as she gently sounded to him, "Shhhh..."

She took his hand and led him out of his bed, not caring whether he was dressed in pajamas, boxers, or nothing at all. She took him to the stairwell, turned to him, and whispered, "I just had sex. Oral sex. I orgasmed so fucking hard, I shook so hard, deep down. I thought I was going to pass out it felt so good. It's not the first time this person has done me like this. It probably won't be the last. I'm not going to stop making late night visits to this person. I can't. Sometimes I just have a need. It's just not me to shake off that need."

Kimmie hesitated a moment. She backed up a step to give Wes space to leave if he wished. She said, "However!"

She drew a deep breath, released it, and told him, "Wes, I think that if you gave me a chance, if you let me just be me when I needed to be me. I'm asking you for something you can't give me, and I know it and I know I'm fucked! But, if you could just try to let me be me, I think I could reach a point where that need that I can't shake off ... I think I could reach a point where I wouldn't need anyone but you to fulfill it."

Wes smiled at Kimmie, and replied, "I don't want any more than what you're able to give, Kimmie. I am not trying to lay claim to you and tell you that you can only be with me. As much as I would love to have you all to myself, I know things are new between us."

"When you are with me, though...well, I don't want it to only be about the sex. The physical need is only a small part of it, and is something each of us could find anywhere. What I am asking for...I guess what I'm saying is that I need that connection. To be with someone who has feelings for me. Someone who cares about me and could eventually grow to love me. Guess I'm old fashioned that way. Both Willa and Shane have told me I'm a hopeless romantic. I guess they're right." He chuckled self-depreciatingly.

Wes placed both hands to the sides of Kimmie's face, looking her deeply in the eyes. "I'm not saying we need to be in a monogamous relationship. It's way too soon for that...it'd be unfair of me to push that on you. I just want you to be there fully with me when we are together...not just because of the sex."

"Being a partner to someone has less to do with the sex," he smirked a bit as he added, "although that is a fun part of it."

"It has more to do with being there for each other in an emotional way...if think you could eventually do that with me at some point...if not now, then potentially sometime in the future, that's all I can realistically hope and ask for."

Kimmie couldn't believe what she was hearing from Wes. Oh, it was most definitely what she'd wanted to hear. But still, she couldn't believe she was hearing it. The man was just, well, he was just too fucking perfect. Which meant that he was too good for her.

She didn't deserve this man. She knew that. She should just run away now because she had no doubt whatsoever that she was going to hurt Wes in the end. And that was the last thing she wanted to do right now.

But at the same time, all she wanted to do was hold him tight to her, so, that was what she did. She moved to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying the right side of her face into his built chest. She just held him for the longest time, felling his breathing and heart against her face.

Then she backed up a step, holding one of his hands, telling him, "I stink of sex. I need to shower. Come with me, Wes. I want to shower with you. I want you to wash me. Just wash me, no sex or anything like that."

If he agreed, Kimmie would lead the man not upstairs a level to the shower in a Meeting Room but to the Women's Berthing Hygiene Room on this very floor. An while she said she didn't want sex from him, if he did follow her to the shower, she knew that she'd end up turning her back to the wall, presenting her back end with a seriously arched back, and asking him to fuck her.

Wes smiled as Kimmie held him close, feeling content. He loved the feel of her holding him close, and hugged her back tightly. His heart beat faster, just holding her.

When they separated and she asked about showering together without the need for sex, Wes nodded, "I can do that."

Being honest with himself, however, he knew it would be difficult to be near her, both of them unclothed, without wanting her. The idea of getting wet, soapy, and naked with Kimmie, his hands running over her, washing her beautiful body, was already getting him semi-hard. If she initiated sex, he had a feeling any resistance he might have would crumble in a heartbeat.

He followed her to Women's Berthing...her holding his hand and leading him to the showers.

Walking into the Women's Berthing Hygiene Room 25 years ago, one might have thought they'd walked into the shower facilities of a low rent public gym, if only those facilities had been even smaller and a bit more cramped. There were 4 sinks, four toilet stalls, four showers that offered a bit of privacy with plastic curtains, and bench space that would seat four patrons as long as they weren't afraid of bumping elbows or hips while dressing or undressing.

The new women of Underneath had done what they could to make it more comfortable and inviting, of course. They'd scrubbed every inch of the place the day after arriving back in February; they'd repainted and redecorated, added as best they could the appurtenances one would expect to find in the Ladies Lounge of a fine hotel restaurant; they'd found a variety a ways to create a 24/7 wafting of gentle, relaxing scents to cover the fact that the room had been designed with less than adequate ventilation; and they generally did what they could to make the place look less like a minimum security prison's bathroom.

Men weren't allowed in here, obviously. And Kimmie generally did all she could to keep her sex life private. But in this case, she led Wes into the Hygiene Room without concern. One of her fellow female Neathers was sitting on a bench at the far wall, a towel wrapped around her body as she moisturized the long, sleek legs she'd just shaved.

"You know you aren't supposed to do that in here, Kimmie," the woman growled.

Kimmie took one look at the bottle sitting next to the woman and asked, "Isn't that Haley's missing bottle of lotion?"

The two women stared at each other for a moment, with Kimmie's lips spreading in a smile as the other woman's face filled with concern that her petty thievery was going to be reported. The woman stood, picked up the bottle, walked toward the pair of lovers, and before leaving slammed the bottle onto the counter for Kimmie to deal with as she pleased.

"Have a night night," Kimmie said over her shoulder. "The legs are looking good by the way."

After the woman was gone, Kimmie looked to Wes and, commenting that the woman hadn't finished, quipped, "At least the right leg was looking good."

Despite her claim that all she wanted to shower and be close to Wes, less than three minutes after they'd begun caressing soapy hands over one another Kimmie was face to the wall and bent at the hip as the big man slammed his groin against her ass. She grasped the hand rail with both hands, arms bent in such a way as to allow her to press her mouth into a wet elbow, muting the cries that were threatening to expose their activity to more than moisturizer girl.

When she came hard, Kimmie's knees weakened and she very nearly fell to the tile. Wes had had a firm grip on her, and he kept hold of her until finally he to came with a grunt that the sound of the cascading water may or may not have covered, they couldn't know.

Turned to face him again as their bodies recovered, Kimmie grasped Wes's as she had in the stairwell earlier, only this time without those aggravating layers of clothing in the way. She loved the feel of this man, both against her outside and deep within her inside. As the water continued to splash down upon them, she contemplated their relationship, considering what he wanted from it and what she could give him, which of course weren't quite the same yet.

"That person I told you about, the one who, well, you know," she began, referring obviously to the person who had performed oral sex on her earlier that evening. She pulled her face from Wes's chest to look up into the taller man's eyes and finished, "It wasn't a man. I, I just thought maybe you should know. I, I don't know if it matters, if it changes how you feel about my, um extracurriculars. I hope it does, but if it doesn't, it's all I can offer for now."

They needed to get out of there before someone who would fink on them showed up. Underneath never slept, operating 24/7. There was always a Security Officer walking about looking for potentially dangerous situations. Sometimes one or two people might be up and about performing late night work or maintenance or simply heading to and from berthing and the kitchen or the gym, unable to sleep.

Kimmie turned off the water, grabbed a towel from the community linen closet, and set about to getting the two of them dry. They chatted more, in whispers as the room tended to have an echo for anything louder than that.

When they were again dressed, she exited first to look for prying eyes, then gestured Wes that the coast was clear for his own escape. She headed up a level to the Family Room she was sharing with her sister. Entering quietly, she donned her sleeping bra and panties and slipped into the bed next to her sister, thinking she'd been undetected.

"You're like a bitch in heat," Polly whispered with a humorous tone as she rolled over to face the older sister. They giggled together, then cuddled up close. Kimmie denied having just been with Wes, but Polly didn't buy it. She giggled after whispering, "Slut."

Being with Kimmie was like losing yourself to euphoria...he couldn't get enough. As he suspected, shortly after the shower started, he found his willpower crumbling. However, this time, it was he that took control, being the dominant one this time, grabbing her hips and burying his cock deep inside her, slamming her hard and fast.

Again, it was fast and intense, their orgasms rushed, but powerful enough to leave them both panting and quivering when completed, holding each other closely not just for the closeness, but also for the sake of stability.

When Kimmie had mentioned that the oral sex she had received earlier was from another woman, he was not shocked, but somewhat surprised. Logically, it should not have made a difference, but he had to admit, it did make him feel better that she was with another woman, rather than another man, to be honest.

Her mentioning this did create some unexpected visuals to momentarily flutter through his mind.

When he was younger, like most men, he had fantasized in the abstract about what it would be like to have a threesome with himself and two women before...but doubted he'd ever have the opportunity to partake in one, especially given the fact he couldn't even seem to keep a steady partner. He'd given that fantasy up long ago as wishful thinking.

Now that he was older Kimmie was more than enough to keep him happy...but he truly did want her to be happy too, and it was a compromise he was willing to make in order to be with her.

"It isn't anything I can't live with, Kimmie...as long as, emotionally, you are with me." He kissed her deeply, letting her know how much he'd already grown to care about her in the short period of time they'd know each other.

They left Women's Berthing, and he kissed once more, and before separating, he whispered n her ear, teasingly, "In case I haven't mentioned it, I think I'm already smitten with you, pretty lady...I definitely could see myself falling for you." He kissed her neck, and then reluctantly watched as she headed back to be with Polly, while he returned to his empty bunk.

(OOC: For the pic of the new girl below, imagine a tiny tube top under what she's wearing in the pic that barely hides both bottom and top roundness of her tight little titties.)

Every day for the next week, sometimes two, even three times a day, Kimmie and Wes met up someplace in Underneath and even twice while she was on Topside Watch to enjoy a little or a lot of very satisfying, erotic fun. By now, it had become pretty much public knowledge that the pair were fucking up a storm.

Some of the guys who had spent some time inside her in past months were becoming depressed with her rejection of their offers of sexual relief. But at the same time, it was known that on at least two occasions, Kimmie had been seen entering a fuck'n'suck room while Wes was elsewhere. So she was either in their to play bridge or chess or she was fucking someone else instead.

Then one afternoon, Kimmie showed up at the school room while Wes was working on the murals that were already beginning to make the place look more welcoming and educationally-stimulating. She played with the children several minutes before casually walking over to stand by Wes.

"Tonight, you're going to go to your bunk," she began in a soft voice after turning to look for eavesdroppers and finding none. She looked back to him and said in a firm voice, "And you're going to lay down, and you're going to go to sleep, and you're going to keep your hands off your cock."

Then, giving him a smile and a little cock of her head, she turned away from him, traded farewells with the children and their teacher, Mimi, and then simply left.


The next day, she was too busy to catch him at the school, but she did find him in the Saloon, chatting with some of the other guys. Alice, Kimmie had heard, had approached Wes about beginning to formulate a plan for what she was calling the fishing trip. Kimmie had only heard rumors and hadn't talked to either Wes or Alice about it, but she'd heard that 6 people were going, they were making a pit stop in North Platte to look for an old water truck in which to transport the fish, and that they were going to try to talk Wes's friend, Shane, into coming back to Underneath with them, bringing with him some or all of his considerable arsenal of firearms and ammunition.

She ordered enough beers for Wes and his whole table but told Peter not to put them on a tray. She then went to the table and asked the two guys there to fetch the bottles because she didn't have enough hands. As soon as they were gone, Kimmie leaned into her lover and said with a devilish smirk, "I hope you're keeping your hands off your cock, because you're going to need all you have inside those balls of yours for what I'm planning."

They guys returned, but when one of them offered Kimmie a bottle, she told them, "Oh poo, I just realized that I have some assignments to finish. You guy's flip for my beer."

And again she walked away.

She knew Wes had to be wondering what the hell was going on, but she wasn't going to provide him any answers. Every time they bumped into each other, she simply shook her head at him or waggled a finger back and forth and repeated, "Idle hands, Wes. No touchy."


This went on for four days, with Kimmie repeatedly warning him that his cock was to remain idle or the surprise she was planning for him would be ruined.

Then finally, on the fifth day, Kimmie sent word to Wes that he was to come to the Saloon at 6pm sharp. When he arrived, she was sitting at a table near the back of the saloon that was a little less conspicuous than the others. She gestured him to go get their order at the bar, and when he arrived there were three beers, not two.

"Have you refrained from beating your meat, Wes?" she asked with a wicked tone and smirk. She knew his answer would be yes, even if he had whacking it like a tennis ball against a concrete wall. She asked if it had been hard for him, seeing how they'd fucked so intensely so often for so many days and then simply stopped. She teased him playfully, "Tell me about it, Wes. Tell me about your hard, hard life."

He was in the middle of saying what he wanted to say or of saying nothing at all when Kimmie waved toward the Saloon's entrance, which Wes couldn't see from his point of view. A moment later, Haley James stepped up to the table and exchanged greetings with the two.

"Sit, sit, this one's for you," Kimmie said, scooting over to the next chair on her side of the table and patting the one she'd been in, then scooting the third beer before the 20 year old. When Haley sat, Kimmie said, "I believe the two of you have met, yes?"

They had, of course. Haley was the back up and assistant teacher to Mimi Rollins, so she and Wes had had many conversations in the school while he's been painting the walls. She complimented him on his work, told Kimmie of how the children just absolutely loved him, and asked about his ideas for the ceiling, which the children wanted to paint with glow in the dark stars for their midday naps.

Kimmie watched the two rattle on for several minutes, adding very little except for the occasional that's fantastic or really? Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. Simply blurting it out with any hesitation, she told him, "Haley is the person I told you about, Wes, the one who drives me to such absolute heights of ecstasy that I simply couldn't give her up."

She hesitated to watch Wes's expression. And beside her, Haley simply smiled at him, removing any doubt he might have about whether she'd known Kimmie's confession was coming. Kimmie then went on before he could speak, "And we were thinking that maybe the three of us should go downstairs together."

And Haley smiled even wider as she asked with a kind tone, "We mean, of course, if that is something that might be of interest to you."

The two women looked to each other, then back to Wes as Haley finished, "I mean, you don't have to. It's just, just an idea."

Her tone and expression were so cute and friendly, totally at odds with the erotic nature of what she and her lover, Wes's lover, were enticing to do.

The whole week after they had showered together had been amazing. During this time, Kimmie and had spent a ton of time together. And, while quite a bit of their time together had been involved in having sex, sometimes multiple times a day, they had also gotten ti know each other better, too. By the end of that week,Wes was certain of two things....Kimmie was an amazing woman, and he was in love. He didn't come out and say it to her...he didn't want to spook her like he'd done before...but he tried to show it every chance he could.

He was actually approached by quite a few women over the course of the week, sometimes with very blatant offers of sex, other times with more subtle flirtation. When he mentioned it to Kimmie, she laughed and made a vague comment about how they were probably curious how he'd 'tamed' the resident slut, and that they probably thought he had a twelve inch cock.

He had been approached by some of the other guys...some curious, others irritable and even angry, that Kimmie no longer wanted anything to do with them, and they wanted to know why. He could only reply, "You'd have to ask her. All I did was tell her I care about her, and let her know I was looking for more than just sex."

Therefore, it suddenly came as a surprise when Kimmie abruptly stopped the sex...and asked him not to masturbate as well. He could see she had something special planned, but for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what it could be. By day five, he of course, had a major case of blue balls...his body had gotten too used to constant ejaculation, and the sudden switch was definitely painful.

However, he had made Kimmie a promise, and planned on keeping it until she revealed her plan. Now, the plan was revealed.

It had been Haley that Kimmie had been with. Wes actually really liked Haley.. She was sweet, funny, and fun to be around. He also had to admit, although he hadn't really gave it a ton of thought until now because he was so focused on his relationship with Kimmie, that she was very attractive.

He'd never gotten the sense that Haley was interested in him before...she'd never really flirted with him or anythng... but now, it seemed like she was suggesting that the three of them have a threesome.

As tempting as this was, he did have some reservations. First, Haley was married...he didn't want to cause trouble between Haley and her husband. Also, since Haley had never shown any sexual interest in him previously, unless he totally was oblivious of her interest, he assumed Haley was only doing this to make Kimmie happy.

Before going through with this, he would need to know everyone was on board. It was the right thing to do.

"Is this something you really want to do, Haley? I'm not trying to push my way into your time with Kimmie...I don't want to be that person."

He paused, and then added, "And what about Phillip? As tempting as this is...and believe me,right now I am cursing my conscience for questioning things...but I just want to make sure that this doesn't end up being something you regret."

His body was telling him to shut the hell up and just go with it...his one major thought at this moment was...sometimes it really sucked trying to be a good person and do the right thing. He just hoped that Kimmie would understand his concerns and not be disappointed, but he couldn't go against his own nature.

"Is this something you really want to do, Haley?" Wes asked.

It didn't surprise Kimmie that Wes was hesitant. The connection between them was becoming far more than just sexual. She suspected that, like Wes, she was falling in love. But as she'd never really been in that state of emotional being, she honestly didn't know.

"I'm not trying to push my way into your time with Kimmie," he continued.
"I don't want to be that person."

"You won't, Wes," Haley said with a friendly smile and tone, adding, "You can't."

She leaned and gave Kimmie a shoulder bump, telling him, "If the two of us want to be together, we'll find a time, and we'll find a way. Trust me, you couldn't prevent us from enjoying one another if you tried."

"And what about Phillip?

Wes talked about not wanting Haley to regret violating the vows she'd made to her husband, which only caused the young thing to laugh. With a tone and mannerism intended to reassure the man he had need not worry about her marriage, she told him, "Phillip and I will be fine, trust me. Nothing you and I and Kimmie do together could do any more harm to my marriage than has already been done."

Kimmie slid her hand from her own thigh to Haley's, patting it as if spreading the reassurance. The two of them had been friends since long before Underneath, and Kimmie was the only person in the bunker, in the whole of the world actually, who knew the younger woman's full and tragic story, particularly the parts that included her husband, Phillip.

Haley Taylor had been but 13 years old when a then 25 year old Phillip James took a sexual interest in her. Phillip had been a founding member of a small militia that by brutal force had taken control of the small town in which Haley and her family lived, just 20 miles west of North Platte. He'd made it clear from the moment that he met the cute and spunky Haley that if she'd just give herself to him, she and her family would want for nothing.

She fended Phillip off for a ten full months, but when her mother was injured in a workplace accident and weeks later her father died of the latest pandemic virus making its rounds, she found herself desperate enough to walk into his room at the hotel the militia had seized, strip, and crawl into his bed.

She did her best to avoid finding herself in a motherly way, yet just a month after her 15 birthday Haley was with child. Timothy was born in July of 2023, healthy and strong. A nurse at the North Platte hospital named Alice Pierce attended to Haley, suggesting a C-section due to her tiny size relative to her son's size.

A year later, Haley was once again being cut open to deliver yet another beautiful male child, but this time the baby wouldn't be remaining with her and Phillip. A wealthy and powerful land owner, Arthur Templeton, had taken note of the perfect little boy Haley produced while a string of wanna-be baby-mamas he'd knocked up had either not been able to produce a child or had produced one with significant mental or physical defects. He offered Phillip a small ranch of rich, fertile river bottom to loan him Haley's womb for 9 months.

She had no interest in being a surrogate, particularly for this abusive, power hungry man, and she'd uncharacteristically pitched a shit fit about it. Then she found out that she wouldn't be undergoing artificial insemination but would be having intercourse with Mister Templeton in an effort to match his sperm to her own egg.

Again, Haley fought with Phillip about it. His response was to put a gun to her head and threaten to kill her is she robbed him of this chance to get something important and valuable in his life. Arrangements were made, and Templeton came to her bed -- again and again and again! When she was well past her ovulation period, Haley questioned Phillip as to why Templeton was still coming to her bed. Phillip confessed to the secret deal he'd made with Templeton.

"He's giving me an extra acre for every time I let him fuck you," he told her. "The man's got more than 20,000 acres, honey, so get comfortable, and make the man feel good."

In the end, Templeton emptied his cock inside Haley 14 nights in a row when a max of 6 was required for that ovulation cycle. The only fortunate thing in all of this was that the man never had the stamina to stay awake after his first climax, let alone go for a second round.

Haley did indeed conceive, did indeed produce yet another boy via C-section, and did see the child be carried away from her after just a few days of breast feeding. Alice Pierce who had overseen all three of Haley's child bearing events had tried to help Haley keep her child and, when that failed, get away from Phillip. That went without success as well.

Eventually, though, Haley did find herself free of Phillip, but it almost cost her the life of her only remaining son. It would turn out that the water under the land on which the James's were now ranching and farming was contaminated. Little Timothy nearly died and, to this day, suffered from breathing problems and near blindness in one eye.

Robbed of his dream, Phillip went to Templeton's ranch to seek recompense. Instead, he got beat up by the land baron's men and through into a puddle of mud and cow shit. The next day, Phillip came back with a gun and unloaded its contents into Templeton, his men, and even his dog. Phillip, knowing that he'd be pursued, caught, and executed ran off to the west to Denver, where he had family who would hide him.

Over the next three years, Phillip changed. He quit drinking, he found work, and he did his best to help support Haley and Timothy, who were now living with her mother and the mother's new beau. He inconspicuously returned to North Platte every couple of months to see his boy and bed his wife, and by the time Alice Pierce had told Haley about Underneath, the latter woman had decided she wanted Phillip to once again rejoin her life.

That turned out to be a mistake. But the couple and their child were already in the bunker before Haley figured that out. Phillip had once again started drinking, and although alcohol and its use was watched very closely in Underneath, somehow Phillip always managed to get enough to leave him inebriated more nights than not. The couple worked to keep his problem hidden from Alice and Peter, the Head of Security, but Haley knew it was only a matter of time before her husband's secret got out and a correction had to be made.

Haley looked to her friend at her left, then across the table to Wes and said, "So, if you both are interested in taking this downstairs..."

Hearing that Haley's marriage was already on the verge of ending, as well as the fact that Haley was fine with him joining them, made up him mind. He would do this...he had wanted to the whole time, of course, but now that the obstacles had been removed, his reservation melted away and he was excited and very turned on at the prospect.

Still, Haley had still really given no sign that she was interested in him in a sexual way...only that she was willing to share Kimmie with him. He decided that, unless Haley were to initiate any sort of sexual contact with him, he would not touch her, but would fully concentrate on pleasuring Kimmie.

He was impressed by the bond the two women shared, and could only hope that someday that Kimmie had he would share a similar bond. He was also very aware of the gift that Haley and Kimmie were giving him, allowing him to share in that. He wouldn't take that gift for granted. In turn, he would do the same for Haley.

He stood up, and said, "Ok...I'm sold. Let's go downstairs." He smiled at Kimmie's obvious excitement...she was practically jumping up and down in glee that her plan was successful...and he was also glad to see Haley seemed excited at the prospect as well.

"Lead the way, ladies," he said.

By this point, of course, most of Underneath knew about Kimmie and Wes, so the former didn't hesitate to hop up and join the other in preparing to leave the Saloon. Kimmie had never wanted others to know about her sexual liaisons before, but with Wes things were different.

Haley, however, only continued to sit there and sip at her beer as the other two looked at her to stand. She told them, and Kimmie understood immediately, "Perhaps I should stick around here for a minute while the two of you get started. For appearance sake."


Less than three minutes later, Kimmie and Wes were stark naked with the former atop the latter, grinding her wet folds against his recently ignored cock. She wasn't trying to get him off or anything like that, which after a week of loneliness wouldn't have taken long if Kimmie had been trying.

The electronic lock on the door clicked, and Haley entered casually, checking the hall behind her for prying eyes just in case. She smiled at the sight of her naked lover straddling the groin of her soon to be lover. "Glad to see the two of you making yourselves comfortable. You got it?"

That last question was directed at Kimmie specifically. Wes's lover hopped up off the bed, causing his now glistening cock to pop upright in the air to a roughly 45 degree angle of rock hard stiffness. Kimmie went to a small cloth bag on the little dining table that Wes may or may not have noticed, opened it up, and withdrew a a bundle of short ropes. She looked to Wes with a devilish smirk and asked, "Ever wanted to get tied up by two women, lover?"

At this point, as worked up and in need of release as Kimmie had gotten him, Wes would have said yes if she'd asked him if it was ok if the two of them could set him on fire.

"Yes," he agreed, his voice strained with need and desire, "do it!"

He wanted her so bad right now it was a primal force...part of him wanted to just jump up, bend her over and have her now....but he wanted to see where this was going. If he wanted to be with her, it was all or nothing...and he wanted it all.

He smiled, and repeated. "Just do it...now!"

"Yes," Wes agreed, more quickly than Kimmie had actually expected. "do it!"

She giggled like a school girl, and Haley's lips widened in a happy smile, too.

"Just do it...now!"

Kimmie moved to and jumped onto the bed, bouncing her way up close to Wes to lean over and give him a long, deep kiss. As she was doing that, one of her hands found his balls and rolled them around a moment before grasping his cock.

"You're going to enjoy this," she promised him. She handed two of the four meter long ropes to Haley, telling her, "Not too tight. We don't want to hurt my man."

They laughed as they skillfully knotted the ropes around the metal bed's frame and then to Wes's wrists and ankles. Wes couldn't know, but the girls had done this to one another often in during their relationship, just for fun.

Kimmie tested the knots, finding them firmly tightened such that Wes couldn't get out and yet not so tight around his limbs as to cut off circulation. He had just enough slack in the arm bindings so that he could grasp his hands around the lead rope.

Kimmie hopped off the bed again, looking down upon her spread eagle lover with a long, hungry ogle while Haley curled around the bed to stand next to her, slipping an arm around the other and very naked woman's waist. They just stared upon him for a while, each of them checking out Wes's expression and, of course, his hovering erection.

"Okay, let's go," Kimmie said suddenly, beginning to pick her clothing up from the floor. "Grab the bag on the table, will ya, Haley?"

Haley didn't hesitate to turn for the table, asking "Should we wipe the room down for fingerprints? We don't want anyone knowing we did this."

Haley had the bag and was at the door, and Kimmie had her hands full of her clothing when they simultaneously burst into laughter. They dropped all that was in their hands again, moved to the end of the bed, and looked down upon their hostage again with smiles and giggles.

Then, after a moment, Kimmie asked her friend, "So, what do you think we should do first? Pleasure my man for his own benefit? Or pleasure each other for my man's viewing benefit?"

Haley began undressing as she asked, "Maybe we should ask your man."

When Kimmie jumped up on the bed, kissing him and fondling his balls before grasping his erect and quivering cock, he very nearly exploded right then. His cock was already oozing precum, running down his shaft and pooling at the base, in anticipation of what was to come next.

"You're going to enjoy this," Kimmie promised him, and he had no doubt she was right.

Before he knew it, he was tied spread eagle, securely immobilized and totally vulnerable to Kimmie and Haley's every whim.

Both women stared at him for a few moments, as if admiring their handiwork, as well as his body...and the Kimmie turned and said, "Okay, let's go." Kimmie picked up her clothes, and began walking towards the door.

Confusion raced through Wes's mind. What the hell was going on?

"Kimmie?" He questioned, his confusion evident in his tone. She ignored this and said to Haley, "Grab the bag on the table, will ya, Haley?

This ruse went on for a couple more minutes, Haley talking about wiping away fingerprints, and leaving Wes flummoxed, until the two women could no longer hold in their laughter at their devious prank at his expense.

"Ha-ha," he said dryly, trying to hold a straight face himself, and then failing miserably, "Very funny." Looking at the two of them, he said, "I hope two plan on making up for scaring the shit out of me there."

They both walked back to the bed, looking down at him, and Kimmie asked Haley, "So, what do you think we should do? Pleasure my man for his own benefit? Or pleasure each other for my man's viewing benefit?

While beginning to undress, Haley replied, "Maybe we should ask your man."

At this point Wes was so horny, worked up, and confused, he was in no condition to make a decision...all he knew is he wanted both options...the order didn't matter.

"You choose," he told Kimmie, panting, his voice yet again sounding strained with want and desire, "I can't decide..."

The faces of the two women were alight with humor and delight at toying with the man tied naked to the bed. Given the choice of being pleasured or of watching pleasure, Wes told the pair, "You choose, I can't decide."

Kimmie, whose 5'7", 140 pound body that measured out at 34-24-36 and had a seemingly gravity defying C-cup bosom, was already naked of course. After stepping out of her slip on shoes, it only took a moment for Haley to unlatch and drop her overalls, then strip the tube top off over her head and her push her panties to gather around her feet.

Haley was a much different looking example of womanly beauty than was her friend and lover, Kimmie. She was barely 5'2", had only recently left a two digit weight class to reach her current 102 pounds, and still had the tiny, tight, sleek body of a former gymnast, measuring out at 32-22-32 with breasts that had come to be only during the last couple of years.

Kimmie was about to respond to Wes's suggestion that they make the choice when her friend turned the two of them to face one another, stood on her toes, took the other woman's face into her hands, then proceeded to kiss her passionately. Kimmie for her part put her hands upon Haley, pulling their bodies together in an embrace and kiss that only got more erotic as it proceeded for well over a minute.

Haley finally ended the action, pulling back toward one side of the bed as she gestured her friend to the other. They both mounted it on their knees, flanking Wes's groin. Then, simultaneously, they lowered their heads and began licking at the man's already stiff cock, causing it to become even harder still.

A hand found Wes's balls, toying with them gently, only to be replaced a bit later by a hand from the other girl. Occasionally, a head would move over him and take in the bulbous head of his cock, but it wouldn't stay there long. They both knew what they wanted: they wanted Wes to spew cum all over his own self.

Watching Kimmie and Haley kissing had caused an inferno of lust in Wes that he wouldn't have believed he possessed, but it was nothing compared to when the two beautiful woman started giving him attention.

Watching the two sexy women taking turns sucking the head and licking the shaft of his cock, made it jump and twitch, and caused his whole body to quiver. His hips bucked involuntarily of their own accord.

The two woman were enjoying themselves, taking care to continually take him to the brink, but not to send him over the edge, teasing him relentlessly, until his chest was heaving, and he was panting uncontrollably.

Moans escaped him...he wasn't aware...his eyes closing, and his head thrown back. "Unnnhhh...oh god," he cried out hoarsely, begging them, " oh, god...please....please let me cum..."

He heard the two lovely women giggle playfully, and moaned again, as they continued their teasing...he didn't know how much more of this he could take...but he knew, without a doubt, he'd want to do this again....and again...as often as they wanted to...

"Unnnhhh...oh god, oh, god...please....please let me cum..."

And...

He did.

As Kimmie was again rolling his balls in her gentle fingers while looking Wes in the eyes and Haley, with her head tilted way from him, was licking the underside of the length of his shaft, Wes's cock jerked violently. A long, thick stream of cum arched into the air and splashed down upon his neck and collar bone.

The eyes watching Wes opened wide as volley after volley after volley of his ejaculate found their resting places upon his chest, belly, and groin. Kimmie had been waiting for this and had quickly grasped his shaft, pumping it hard and fast to milk it for all she could.

The two women giggled at his reaction, continuing to pleasure Wes until finally the little spurt, spurt, spurt of his last droplets ceased. Kimmie lifted her hand to her mouth, lapping up the semen that had pooled between her thumb and fore finger, while Haley went to work licking up the warm white stuff from it's source point.

Then, for the next couple of minutes, the two women licked Wes's body clean, while occasionally kissing one another or trading the cum on their tongue with one another.

Kimmie was looking into his eyes in anticipation and expectation, as her hand fondled his full, swollen testicles. While she was doing that, Haley was running her tongue up and down his cock. He had had many pleasant conversations in the classroom over the past few days previous, and now here she was, licking and slurping the precum from his cock. It was that lewd thought that finally pushed him over the edge.

Unnnnnghhh..." came the grunting cry escaping from him, as Wes felt himself explode in most powerful volcanic orgasm he'd ever experienced, his cum shooting up in an arc, and splashing down atop him. Each subsequent jet that followed caused another such outburst to escape his lips, as Kimmie grabbed his squirting cock and pumped hard and fast, causing more and more to shoot forth from him. It extended onward and onward, feeling like it was going to last forever.

In his bliss-addled state, he distantly heard his two lovers giggling again at his predicament, as each diminishing eruption coated his neck, chest, abdomen, and groin.

When Kimmie looked to him and then slowly licked his semen from her coated hand, he shivered in arousal yet again, and when he felt Haley's mouth licking his cock and groin clean, his exhausted cock twitched again with new life.

When the two women started licking every last drop of semen from his trembling body, occasionally kissing and trading his cum between the two of them, he found himself moaning again at the sight, and by the time he was effectively clean again, his formerly limp cock was again at full mast. He wished he could touch both of them...make them feel as good as they had for him...but this was Kimmie's agenda, and again, he was excited to see where she would take it.

The night had only just begun, and he'd already been tied to the bed, had been given the most powerful orgasm of his life, and witnessed the woman he loved and her other lover swapping his semen back and forth after slowly and lovingly cleaning every last drop from his body.

He couldn't imagine how this could get any better, but they still had all night...and he was anxious to find out.

Kimmie moved up the bed to put her mouth to Wes's in a long, slow, passionate kiss before asking him softly, "Happy?"

As she resumed kissing him, Haley was moving onto her next bit of fun with the bound man. She straddled his groin, took hold of his cock, and played it at her opening until she'd well lubed it with her fluids. Both women watched the man's expression as she lowered herself down upon Wes's cock, slowly but all in one motion.

The expression on Haley's face was one of pained pleasure. She hadn't had her husband or any other man inside her in several weeks, and when she was naked with Kimmie she preferred to have the woman's mouth on her pussy as opposed to her fingers or some object inside of her. After all, if she'd wanted a cock inside her, she fuck her husband.

It took a long while for Haley's tight, resistant vagina to permit Wes's full length inside her, and once it was she simply sat there atop him, unmoving, just enjoying the feeling of having her pussy filled.

Kimmie had taken to looking between the faces of the two, marveling at their reactions, and now she kissed Wes once quickly and asked, "Isn't she beautiful?"

She listened to his response, kissed him again, then told him, "Don't move. Don't move at all. You're gonna like this."

She moved slowly upon the bed until she was between her male lover's parted knees, her haunches upon her ankles, her bosom and belly pressed against her female lover's backside, and her hands reaching around to find a tit and a clit. With Haley still just sitting there motionless, Kimmie began fondling her little love button while toying with one nipple after another.

Soon enough, the second woman to join Wes's love life within Underneath was writhing to the incredible pleasure that was overtaking her. And yet, her weight was still fully down upon the male third of the threesome, his cock deep inside her, with virtually no movement between it and the woman's pussy.

Until...

Kimmie was staring at Wes, watching him closely, a devilish smirk on her face, when the pleasure building within Haley caused her entire body to begin trembling. Her arms and legs twitched noticeably, and for Wes's delight, her vaginal muscles began to quiver, almost vibrator like.

The younger woman laid back into Kimmie's body, laying her head upon the other woman's shoulder as the fingers working at her excessively sensitive nipples and clitoris pushed her to a state of being that she had long ago told Kimmie was orgasmic but not climactic, meaning she didn't reach a peak and then drop from it seconds later. When they'd only first become lovers and learned Kimmie could do this to Haley, they'd read about ESO -- Extended Sexual Orgasm -- in some $10 women's magazine that they'd lifted from a stand at an open air marketplace. They didn't know if this was that or that was this, and they didn't really care. All they knew was that once Haley found herself like this, overwhelmed by an seemingly endless and unstoppable state of euphoria, neither of them wanted it to end.

Kimmie moved up to kiss him deeply and Wes returned it with as much passion and desire as he could muster.

"Happy?" she asked him, and he replied, "Very happy. My mind is still trying to process how much." He winked at her, and she smiled and began kissing him passionately again. So focused was Wes on Kimmie's mouth and tongue against his, and the feeling of love and affection he had for her, that it totally took Wes by surprise when Haley suddenly straddled him, and began to slowly impale her tight pussy with Wes's raging erection until the petite beauty had Wes's full length inside her.

His eyes must have registered his surprise, as Kimmie chuckled sexily in amusement as she watched his reaction. He'd had no clue that Haley would want him inside her...that she'd want to fuck him...but everything Haley had done so far this evening had been unexpected and amazing. it was more than anything he could have expected or hoped for...and Kimmie seemed to be enjoying his reactions to the events unfolding just as much as he.

Kimmie asked Wes, "Isn't she beautiful?" and Wes could only reply, "Yes...so beautiful. More than I can say." Both women smiled happily at his reply, and Kimmie kissed him yet again. She then moved back and told him, "Don't move. Don't move at all. You're gonna like this.

He already liked this...Haley's pussy wrapped around him felt amazingly tight, as if he were being gripped in a velvet vice... but obviously Kimmie had even more in store for him.

Haley hadn't moved since she'd gotten Wes's cock fully inside her, but when Kimmie knelt between his legs behind Haley and started rubbing Haley's clit, and toying playfully with Haley's nipples, it did not take long for Haley to beging writhing on his cock, and it took every once of willpower he had to stop himself from beginning to thrust in and out of her.

And then, it happened, without warning. Haley's body began to shake and shudder, and her vaginal muscles started quivering and twitching all around him in a vibrating sensation that was indescribably erotic. Wes's eyes widened in shock as his gaze met Kimmie's playfully wicked gaze, smirking knowingly at Wes.

His willpower was crumbling, he wanted so badly to thrust..to slam in and out of Haley's tight cunt until he filled her with his white hot cum...his body began to tremble with Haley's as he tried not to move, and then suddenly and unexpectedly, without having to have begun thrusting whatsoever, he was already on the verge of another orgasm. How was she doing this to him? He tried in vain to hold back, but it was like trying to stop an unexpected tsunami.

Kimmie seemed to sense his distress and grinned lewdly, as he moaned, "Oh god...that feels....feels so...so fucking good." He shuddered again, and panted out a warning to them both, "I....I'm gonna...cum....cum again..."

With Wes's announcement that his orgasm was imminent, Kimmie used her lower body and the hand at Haley's pussy to move her to and fro atop the man's groin. She knew what it took to finish off both of her lovers. The younger blonde's rapid shallow breathing suddenly stopped for several seconds after she'd drawn a deep breath, and with a gush of air she gasped as her previous state of euphoria erupted in an explosion of unimaginable pleasure.

Beneath Haley, a similar event was occurring within Wes. Kimmie watched him with a joyous expression as he grunted out his obvious delight at finally getting to empty his balls, as he said, again. Once she knew Haley was coming down and slipping into the afterglow, Kimmie gently laid the woman down onto her other lover's torso while she herself laid down at Wes's side. Urging him to roll away from her, with his trembling cock still inside Haley, Kimmie whispered to them both, "Rest, my loves. Rest."

And as she wrapped her arms such to feel her lovers trembling in the aftermath of the greatest sexual experience either of them had likely had, Kimmie smiled at knowing that, even though she herself hadn't gotten off, she was probably as happy as either of her lovers were.

The first thing Wes noticed when he woke after his well-deserved rest, was that somehow, he'd been untied from the bed while he'd been asleep. The second thing he realized, was that Haley was no longer here...she must have left sometime after he'd dropped off in exhaustion.

He could hardly believe what had all transpired over the past few hours. The whole experience had been amazing. Not just the threesome...although, he doubted he'd ever forget that even if he lived to be one hundred years old...but what had been shared with him.

Kimmie and Haley had effectively welcomed him into their relationship...at least for one night, if nothing else. It was something that may have never happened previously. It was a special gift...one he'd never forget, and would always be appreciative of. He'd always look at Haley as a kindred spirit from here on out...they both shared a deep and lasting love and affection for Kimmie, that was obvious.

Kimmie was still in bed with Wes, sleeping soundly beside him. She looked beautiful...so relaxed and peaceful in her dreamstate. Her features were not lined with any worries or concerns and she looked much younger and innocent-looking...a drastic difference from her playful, naughty nature when she was awake. Wes realized that, most likely, not many people had a chance to see Kimmie like this, and it filled him with a sense of wonder and completeness.. that he was blessed to be one of the lucky few that did.

Since he'd met her, everything in his life had been better that he could have ever imagned. He was truly happy.

"I love you, Kimmie," he whispered, and she smiled in her sleep. More than likely, it had just been coincidental, but part of him hoped that she had subconsciously heard him, and it made her happy.

She had been so loving and giving...and he recalled how desperately he had wanted to touch her last night. but had been unable. He wanted to make her feel as good as she'd made him feel. He wasn't sure it was possible...last night had been mind-blowing to say the least..but he'd do his damndest to make the attempt.

Wes got up, going to the foot of the bed and just looking at the woman he'd fallen so hard for. She was laying on her back now, and Wes lifted the sheets at the bottom, slowly moving up between her legs. As if on instinct, even though she still slept, her legs shifted apart to allow him partial access to her sex. He smiled, and gently and slowly moved her legs apart, careful not to wake her.

Kimmie's pussy was in full view now, and Wes moved his face forward to give an experimental lick, his tongue flicking against her clitoris. Even in sleep, Kimmie shuddered slightly, parting her legs further. Starting gently, Wes began to slowly lick and suckle at her labia, and then move back, wrapping his lips around her protruding clit and gently sucking on it.

Her heard a gasp, and then another moan, and Kimmie's legs moved to scissor around his back, letting him know he had woken due to his playful oral explorations. Her hips rotated slightly for optimal exposure, and her thighs pressed firmly against the sides of his head,

He'd wanted to surprise her, but now that she was awake and aware, he began to give her pussy long, slow strokes with his tongue, while he placed his hand just above her quickly moistening slit. As he continued to lick, nibble and suck on her pussy lips, his thumb found her clit and began to put gentle pressure against it first, and then moving in a slow circular motion.

He moved his other hand between her legs, slowly and teasingly inserting first one finger inside her, and then a second. His fingers curled slightly, finding the more textured rough patch inside and above her welcoming opening, and pressing firmly, causing her body to shiver and shudder.

His thumb pressed a bit more firmly against her now engorged bud, and began to increase in speed. Kimmie moans increased, and Wes lapped at her, tasting her juices and loving every minute. The fingers inside her also increased in pressure as well, and suddenly, he felt her whole body shudder and convulse...once...twice...and her thighs gripped his head tightly as she pushed herself against his face, riding out her orgasm. He buried his tongue within her folds, his mouth replacing his thumb on her clit, sucking, trying to extend her enjoyment and pleasure.

Finally, her legs decreased the pressure around his head, and unscissored from behind his back. Moving off the shoulders where they'd been resting.

He moved up beside her, and held her, feeling her still racing heart against his chest, and listening to her quickened breathing slow back to normal.

Once she'd recovered, he placed his lips next to her ear and whispered, "I hope you enjoyed your early morning wake-up call...beats an alarm clock any day."

Kimmie giggled, and wiggled closer....and he could put it off no longer. Now that she was awake, he knew he had to tell her...at least just once...just to say the words. He hadn't said them to her, and he hoped she was ready to hear them. He placed his fingers on her chin, tilting her face up to his so her could look into her eyes.

"I love you, Kimmie."

There was no way to know whether her dream had started before, after, or during Wes's stealth approach to her promise land, but what he began down there while she was still sound asleep most definitely helped define the visions filling her unconscious mind. It was wild imagery, involving a burning world, a multitude of naked women, and the most erotic and sometimes taboo sexual acts ever to be performed by humankind, some but not all of which Kimmie had once tried or at least fantasied about trying.

Wes was there, but not always as he would have wanted himself to be in his lover's fantasies. At one point he was twice the size as even his real life manly-man size; he was directing a horde of men and women who were ravaging Kimmie's bodies, filling her in every hole and, though she screamed out in horror at the savage rape, causing her to explode in an orgasm that produced a shock wave that knocked down buildings for hundreds of yards.

There were other visions, some with Wes as a hero and others with him as a villain. There were more in which Wes was but at the same time wasnt Wes, was but at the same time wasn't good. But Kimmie wouldn't remember those immediately upon waking. Maybe something would trigger that subconscious vision in the future, making her light up with an ahah expression; maybe not.

Her dreaming ended with Kimmie driving a team of horses pulling a Conestoga-like wagon at high speed through an unimaginable war zone. Wes was there as well; he was atop one of the fast moving horses with a naked woman who may or may not have been Haley riding in front of him. With each long stride of the powerful beast beneath them, the male human beast atop it rammed his cock deep into the woman before her, causing her to scream out in pained ecstasy. With each thrust and scream, she begged, "More!"

Kimmie awoke with a jerk, instantly reaching both hands downward at the disorienting realization that someone unexpected was happening down there. It wasn't the first time she'd awoken with a mouth on her pussy before, thank you very much alcohol. But later, when she'd have time to think about it, she would know it was the first time it had ever been welcomed.

She quickly added her own energy to the efforts to pleasure herself, and then feeling as equally devilish as the man lapping at her womanhood Kimmie said with a feigned tone of disappointment, "Haley, honey, you really need to wax that 'stache again."

She giggled at Wes's reaction, but then gave herself over totally to his desire to do for her as she and her female lover had the night before. Wes was a magician with his head between her thighs. They'd been lover for more than a week before she'd ever let him go down on her, always wanting their joy of ecstasy to be a mutual act through intercourse. But once he'd put lips and tongue to her that first time, Kimmie had insisted that he do it to her every time they got jiggy as he never failed at making her explode.

"Slow down," she told him at one point, adding, "We're gonna try it again."

A few days before she'd put him in sex jail, they'd begun working together to push Kimmie to the edge of orgasm but not over it. They'd failed miserably. Well, you couldn't really call exploding in deep, delightful euphoria failure, but, hey, while the won the battle they hadn't yet won the war.

"Okay, again," she told him after Wes had slowed his pleasuring of her. His treatment of her was simply magical, and after only just a few more seconds Kimmie was again begging him, "Slower! No, stop!"

She hated this! Oh, not the oral sex, as that was unbelievably not something to hate. She hated that she couldn't force herself to resist climax. Who would want to do that, though, right? The whole reason one engaged in such behavior was to feel their body explode in the most imaginable pleasure event.

Kimmie was now and always had been in awe of how Haley could reach an orgasmic plateau and stay there for what seemed forever. Prior to Underneath, they'd once videotaped themselves in a position similar to what the three of them had done last night. With a vibrating dildo deep inside the younger blonde, the older blonde teased and caressed and pinched and groped her erogenous zones, pushing her nearly but not entirely to that point of eruption.

Watching the playback, Haley was able to identify exactly where she entered that state of heightened sexual being, that extended sexual orgasm if it were in fact that. Three a half long, incredible, exciting, and beautiful minutes later, just like last night with Wes deep inside her, Haley had finally drawn a deep breath, held it, then gasped out so loudly that in the background you could hear the voice of an uninformed female call out, "Haley! No boys in the house! We warned you about this!"

Kimmie couldn't know if Wes, Haley, and she had broken that record last night as it hadn't occurred to Kimmie to arrange video-graphic proof. But there was no doubt at all that they'd gotten close to the young blonde's personal best, and neither of the women would ever forget that Wes had done that for them.

Four more times, Kimmie slowed Wes down, then told him to continue. It was working this time she realized, and finally as he had his lips, tongue, thumb, and fingers all working in concert, Kimmie's back arched upwards, her head fell back, and after holding her breath in for a long moment, letting the pleasure pressure build, she erupted with a cry that would fill the room for several seconds...

...followed by yet another orgasm even before the first had subsided...

...tailed by yet a third and a fourth just ten or fifteen seconds apart.

Kimmie couldn't know how long it took her to come down from that last peak as she was simply lost to the euphoria rushing wildly through her. She couldn't know that her clenching thighs had very nearly crushed her lover's head as every muscle in her body tightened to the climax. She couldn't even consciously know that Wes had ceased his pleasuring of her and was crawling up through her legs and the bedding to find her mouth with his until he was almost there, she was simply not really here in the present at the moment.

They embraced and kissed as her chest rose and fell, her heart beating so hard and so loudly that she could feel it in her ear, her skull, even in her fingers as they twitched, she thought.

She was only barely returned to full reality when Wes whispered to her, "I love you, Kimmie."

She didn't react immediately, her eyes remaining closed, her hands simply laying upon his body, her legs still wrapped about his torso as she felt his shaft laying between her sopping wet labia and upon her sensitive clit. But after a moment, Kimmie opened her eyes to look into his for a long moment.

"I can't," she said in a volume so low it was nearly unheard. Then louder, she explained, "I can't say I love you like this. Not like this. Not..."

She meant in bed after sex, while in the greatest rapture she'd ever experienced with him, possibly with anyone every. Kimmie hoped Wes understood her meaning as she lifted her head to press her lips to his in a soft, wet kiss. She didn't explain but as she dropped her head back and tightened her arms and legs around him, she hoped he understood.

Then she brought 12 hours of unprecedented joy and happiness to an end by glancing to her watch on the nearby lamp table and softly reminding him, "I have Topside Watch in twenty minutes."

Wes didn't need for her to say she loved him back to him...he had only wanted to say it himself to her.

Wes had gone through most of his life, with the naively romantic notion that love and sex were exclusive to one another. That to have the physical aspect of love, an emotional component of love and caring had to be there as well.

Kimmie seemed had gone through most of her life with the opposite notion...that sex was totally exclusive from love, and one had had nothing to do with the other. Wes was no psychologist, but he had a notion this was why Kimmie couldn't bring herself to say she loved him after sex.

The irony of the two of them was not lost on him. The more Wes though about it, the more he realized they probably were both right and both wrong...and that the reality lay somewhere in between both notions.

No, he didn't have to hear it from her. Even she might not be fully aware of it herself, but she did things to show him her love every day. The actions had much more meaning than the actual words. Anyone could say the words 'I love you' and never truly mean it. He'd said the words to her, but not just for her...he was positive she already knew how he felt without him actually having to say it.

But it was also a confirmation of his own emotions and feelings as much to himself as it was for her, saying it aloud. Besides, he just liked the way it sounded.

"I understand, Kimmie," he said, returning her kisses, "and it's fine."

When Kimmie mentioned Topside Watch, Wes nodded. "Yeah...I have to get to the classroom soon to work on the mural, too." He bent to kiss her, once more, and said quietly, "Thank you for the amazing night...it really meant a lot to me."

The two of them got dressed, left the room and reluctantly separated, after one last kiss, and a promise to see each other later this evening...