Flame and Leah

Leah opened her eyes and blinked sleepily a couple times. As her vision began to clear and focus, she saw a Clash poster on the wall and realized she was in Flame’s room. Her head was still clouded as she started to turn over, but the mild ache she felt as she moved reminded her of what has happened the night before.

Flame was still sleeping; he had pushed all the covers off of him, and Leah let her eyes wander over his naked form. She bit her lip and smiled a little as she realized how attracted to him she was. In love and in lust: Leah felt so lucky. She gently ran her fingers over the sparrows tattooed on his stomach, and Flame began to stir.

Opening his eyes, the first sight Flame saw was Leah lying next to him, touching him and staring at his body. Her hair was messy, she was tangled in the sheets, but she was the most beautiful vision he had ever seen.

“Hey,” Flame whispered to her.

Leah looked up at his face and smiled. She looked almost bashful. “Hey,” she replied.
Suddenly, Flame remembered why Leah was being timid. Last night, he thought. His stomach started to flip, nervous that Leah regretted her decision to sleep with him. “Are you okay?” he asked uneasily. He moved onto his side and ran his hand over her arm. “I mean, do you feel okay? Do you hurt?”

Shaking her head, Leah moved in close to Flame and allowed him to wrap his arms around her. “I feel so good,” she told him truthfully, burying her face in his chest. She had been scared the night before, but in the morning light, Leah realized she was glad about what she had done. Flame was sweet and kind; he’d been so patient with her, waiting months with barely a grumble despite the fact that there were plenty of girls who would sleep with him and plenty who had before Leah came along. But last night, he had been so gentle and tender with her; Leah knew Flame loved her.

Kissing the top of her head, Flame squeezed Leah tightly. “I love you,” he said softly. “Thank you so much for, you know, letting me be… the one.”

Smiling, Leah looked up at Flame. They didn’t speak for a long time; they just lay there holding each other and looking at one another. Finally, Flame broke the silence. “You want to take a shower?” he asked. He smiled shyly before adding “With me?”

A wave of pure happiness washed over Leah. “Yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.” They both rose out of bed and gathered some clothes.

Flame looked over at Leah and smiled at her delicate nude form. He grabbed the sheet off the bed and brought it to her, wrapping it around both of them. Then they headed down the hall and into the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, Flame started the shower. Leah came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his bare back. Turning around to face her, Flame leaned down and kissed Leah tenderly. He then took her hand and led her into the shower, where they continued kissing under the stream of hot water.

Leah’s hands gingerly explored Flame’s body as they kissed. She felt his back and arms, then his chest and stomach, before gently resting them on his ass. She could feel him growing hard against her thigh, and she began gently moving her body against it. “Do you have any condoms in here?” she whispered into his ear.

Laughing, Flame nodded. “This is a house with five guys living in it,” he explained. “I’m pretty sure there’s not a room in the place that doesn’t have condoms.”

Leah giggled as Flame reached out of the shower and opened the medicine cabinet, revealing a box of condoms among the myriad of deodorants, razors and colognes. He took one out of the box and turned his attention back to Leah. “We don’t have to do this if you’re sore,” he told her.

Even though she knew it would probably still be uncomfortable, Leah wanted nothing more than to feel Flame inside her. “I want this,” she said assuredly. “I want you.”

That statement was more of a turn on to Flame than he ever imagined possible. Wrapping his arms around Leah, he gently leaned her against the wall and began kissing her deeply. His desire was overwhelming him when he felt Leah reach down and touch him. Looking her in the eyes, he could tell she was both curious and nervous. He took her hand in his and gently wrapped it around him, silently showing her the rhythm that felt best before pulling his hand away to let her do it herself.

Enjoying the look of pleasure on his face and the control she felt, Leah kissed Flame’s neck and she continued the steady motions of her hand. “Leah,” Flame whispered after a few minutes. “I’m not going to last very long if you keep doing that.”

Giggling again, Leah pulled her hand away and reached for the condom in Flame’s hand. She opened the wrapper and dropped it into the wastebasket next to the shower. Gently, she slid the condom onto Flame and looked up into his eyes. “How… how should we do this?” she asked.

In answer, Flame pressed up against Leah and kissed her hungrily, leaning her against the wall. He reached down and gently lifted one of her legs against his thigh, positioning himself carefully before sliding inside her slowly.

With her arms around Flame’s shoulders, Leah leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Flame entering her body. She was still sore, but it felt wonderful at the same time.

Once he was all the way inside her, Flame stood still for a moment, watching Leah’s closed-eye expression. Sure that he wasn’t hurting her, Flame began moving gently against her, rocking in and out. Leah moaned a little bit and opened her eyes, looking directly into Flame’s own bright blue eyes. He leaned in to kiss her gently, their bodies pressed as close together as possible. Moving his kisses down to her throat, Flame felt Leah begin to rock with him as she became more comfortable with the situation.

Nervously, Leah had started moving in rhythm with Flame. Although she was still tender, his movements inside her were beginning to feel good at the same time. Each time their hips met, Leah felt a small burst of pleasure down below.

After several minutes, Flame\'s movements became faster and a little deeper. “Leah,” he throatily whispered in her ear. “God, Leah,” he continued, his hand sliding from the small of her back to her ass, where he pushed her against himself. After a few more deep thrusts, he lifted her other leg and buried himself inside her as he moaned “Oh God, Leah!”

Leah’s legs were both wrapped around Flame’s waist and her back was flat against the wall as their movements stopped. Flame was panting heavily into her ear, but he didn’t move. Leah was glad for this; she wanted to remain this way for a moment, with Flame holding her, wrapped around her, buried inside her. She felt so complete.

After a few moments, Flame turned his face to Leah and kissed her gently. He released her legs and pulled out of her slowly. After sliding off the condom and dropping it in the wastebasket, he gave Leah a nervous look. “I’m sorry if I got too aggressive,” he began. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I just felt…”

“Ssshhh,” Leah replied, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him softly. “It didn’t hurt; it felt great.” She smiled at Flame’s obvious relief.

Leaning over and picking up the shampoo bottle, Flame poured some into his hand. He gently began massaging it into Leah’s hair, turning her around. Closing her eyes, Leah let Flame rinse the shampoo out. He took soap and began washing her, rubbing her shoulders tenderly and reaching around to soap up her breasts. He even carefully slid his hand between her thighs, ever so gently cleansing her.

When Flame finished, Leah began the same procedure on him, finishing with a deep kiss before turning off the water. They even helped towel each other dry, not speaking throughout the process. Leah felt so warm and safe watching Flame dress as she did the same. “I love you,” she finally whispered.

Flame turned around and smiled at Leah. “I love you, too,” he said. Opening the bathroom door, they headed down the hallway to return the sheet to his room, and then downstairs.

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Chuck was in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating a bowl of cereal. He looked up when Flame and Leah entered the room and smiled wickedly. “So I can use the bathroom now?” he asked teasingly.

Feeling a blush rise across her cheeks, Leah looked away. “Fuck off,” Flame said good-naturedly in response to Chuck, who just laughed and turned his attention back to the TV. Flame turned to Leah. “You want to go out for breakfast?” he asked softly.

Leah smiled and nodded. Turning to Chuck, she said “Hey, can you tell Callie not to call my house until, I don’t know, after noon? My parents think I’m at her place.”

Nodding, Chuck replied “I’ll tell her if she’s up by noon. See you guys later.”

“Later,” Flame answered and let Leah out the front door.