waterbed

The door opened and he showed her in. The room wasn\'t spotless, but it wasn\'t dirty either. There wasn\'t much in the room for all of it\'s space. A bed, a dresser that was nearly empty if you looked in the drawers, a metal cabinet, a desk, and one last dresser. this was all on one side of the room. It was proportioned into two parts, nearly cut in half by a half wall. The left half of the room was all that mattered.

\"I only use it for sleeping.\"

That\'s all the room is really good for. Well, maybe sex, but no one would know that yet. The computer that would occupy the space on the desk is still at college, despite the fact that it is summer. The room was cool. The air conditioning blew hard into the room. It wasn\'t well lit. The blinds were drawn blocking out as much sunlight as they could, but one could still easily read with the light.

\"Makes staying up late a pain because the sun always wakes me up in the morning.\"

The florescent lights added more light to the room in the eerie glow that all florescent lights give off.

\"there\'s really only one place to sit.\"

The waterbed in the corner was the closest thing in the room to something made for sitting.

They both sat down at the same time creating a tidal wave that came back and nearly knocked the two of them off the bed. He smirked. After the initial shock from the bed a grin came to her face as she rocked back and forth on the bed, making the waves as big as they come. After one big wave she skyrocket from the bed to be caught from falling off by a quick arm accross her chest. He blushed when he realized his hand was groping her chest. He removed his hand quickly. She just looked at him and his reaction.

Small talk always was easy for them. Talking about nothing was easy. Only a few larger issues really bothered them. They were both leaning back on the bed. Her feet dangled in the air; his touched the ground. Both of them had their heads turned to each other, while the rest of their bodies were paralell. Her hands lay at her side. She had to sit up to talk periodically, because her hands needed to help her talk, but for now they lay idlly. His hands were crossed at his waist.

He sat there remembering how he always imagined her there like this. Lying on his bed facing the ceiling, smiling. He smile widened at the thought. He was already smiling. The conversation was rather entertaining.

\"What,\" she responded. She noticed the smile growing wider.

\"nothing... just an image\"

She looked at him \"an image? of what?\"

He grinned in response then shook his head.

\"An image like this?\"

He just about yelped as she rolled over on top of him and kissed him on the lips.

\"Y---Ye---...a little,\" he stumbled, trying to regain some form of composure.

He wrapped his arms around her, placing them in ths small of her back.

\"This isn\'t as comfy as I thought,\" she said, a little dis gruntled.

He swung his legs up and turned both of their bodies so they were now laying with the bed. She couldn\'t help but giggle as he got caught between the bladder and the bedframe. She rolled off, while he mumbled something incoherent.

Now was her time to be surprised as he rolled on top of her and kissed her lips.

\"Your belt is digging into me,\" she said flatly

He removed his belt, which was more for show anyway, and tossed it to the side.

\"getting naked already,\" she grinned poking him in the ribs.

\"For you, sure.\"

He sat up and took his shirt off.

\"This is a cross between a strip tease and a lap dance,\" he commented.

She rolled her eyes at response and his comment, although she was a little turned on by him wearing a little bit less clothing. He layed back down on top of her and placed his arms on her upper chest, elbows on the bed and hands grasped together in the middle. He was very comfortable. She wasn\'t in any discomfort. The waterbed helped distribute his frame well.

He started back on the conversation from earlier. Neither of them were fulling concentrating on the conversation. He was getting turned on, and in their position it was obvious. Then again she didn\'t help the matters by mussing his hair and her tendency to pull her hands lower from their starting point of the small of his back.

It was even worse when she got the evil idea of grinding into him slightly. At that it was unbearable. He stopped mid-sentence, bent back down and kissed her. Deeply. She kissed him back. His tongue reached inside her mouth then pulled back. Her tongue followed his. Their lips pulsed with energy. His broke back, gasping for breath. He brought his hand up and touched her face gently. Her hand came to the base of his neck, then followed his ponytail up. She pulled slightly on the ponytail for a second, then she gently pulled the hair-tie from it\'s place. Hair cascaded down and fel into both their faces. He leaned forward and down. The hair created a dome. It seperated them from the world. All that was there were the two faces.

\"that was evil.\"

she smirked

\"whatcha gonna do about it?\"

\"This,\" he leaned into her lips again. She closed her eyes feeling the entire sensation. He grasp each of her hands in his and squeezed just slightly as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. It felt wonderful. It felt right.