Saturday Morning

The sound of metal scraping against metal woke me up with a start. I jerked up out of a deep sleep and put my hand against my eyes, breathing hard. The sound came again. It took me just a second to realize it was the sound of the shower knobs. Exhaling, I laid back down and drew the covers closer. That was the disadvantage of having the bathroom share a wall with my bedroom.

Now I could hear water running through the pipes in the walls and hitting the hard tile surface of the shower. Grunting, I pulled my quilt over my head. It was seven in the morning. Jared was crazy for being up this early on a Saturday. The sound of the water suddenly got softer, and I knew he'd stepped into the shower. The water would be hitting his body now instead of the tiles…

I let out a groan he could probably hear in the bathroom. We hadn't had sex in weeks. He'd let one of his ex-girlfriends stay in our guest room while her place was renovated, and I hadn't let him touch me since. She was gone now. She'd left a couple days ago, but Jared hadn't moved back into our room.

It would've been easier if we'd moved in together as boyfriend and girlfriend. Then one of us could just move out. But, no, we'd purchased the place together as roommates and things had just… evolved. Purchased, not rented, so I couldn't leave without losing a big investment.

Laying in bed and listening to the pipes made me feel lonely. Maybe things between Jared and me had devolved. Maybe it was over.

If so, I wished he'd tell me. Jared was tall, broad-shouldered, strong… he made me go to the gym with him three times a week. Now he was naked, hot water pouring down his tan skin, naked, his brown hair slick against his scalp, naked… I buried my face in my pillow and dug my nails into my palms. My room was freezing; Jared must have turned on the air conditioning full blast, the jerk.

The water was so loud. I sighed. There was no use in trying to go back to sleep. I peeked up from my pillow and stared at the wall. Right about now Jared would have shampoo in his palm. He'd be reaching up to scrub at his hair, his eyes shut, head tilted back so the water would patter against his lips. I pulled my covers higher up and snuggled farther down in the mattress.

I was wearing a beach cover and elastic-waist shorts. I didn't sleep in a bra or panties. I'd gotten into the habit after Jared confided his fondness for having sex first thing in the morning. Mmm… I glanced at the wall again. Jared would be done with his hair now… oh hell… I tucked the covers around my shoulders and twisted so I was staring at the wall. My hand wandered down my shirt, over the cool lumps of my breasts, over my smooth stomach, down to my hips.

I ran my fingers over the hem of my shorts. Jared's hands would be caressing the soap, pulling bubbles off the bar so they rested precariously on his long fingers. He would place the soap back on the ceramic dish and cup the lather in his palms. The bubbles would be smooth and slick and glinting in the bathroom light, threatening to pop under the pressure the steam from the hot water put on them. I slid my fingers under my shorts and stroked the dark, wiry hair there.

Beyond the wall, I pictured Jared rubbing the lather over his arms, starting at his wrists. His hands would curve over his arms and work in firm, deliberate strokes, pushing away the soreness from our time at the gym yesterday. His eyes would close as his hands brought the soapy suds to his shoulders and his throat. He might grab the soap again, a little more forcefully this time, coat his hands with new froth.

Tentatively, I rolled a single fingertip over my clit. It was swollen already, which got me down for a moment. I was so starved that just a little fantasizing… never mind. The fingertip moved in a slow spiral around the edge of the over-sensitive flesh, speeding up after a few seconds, then getting faster still, until the spiral was just an up-and-down motion.

By this time the shower wall would be fogged up. My hand reluctantly wandered down. I wanted that release but not just yet. I imagined Jared's hands on his chest, brushing his nipples, pushing dirt off his toned stomach. My finger bent and slid past wiry hair to slick, warm flesh. After some cautious probing (I hadn't been down here for a while) and the finger was in to the second knuckle, another one joined it. I sucked in a deep breath and felt the steamy shower air in my lungs.

My breath followed the motions of my fingers. In, out, in, out. Leisurely. There was no urgency, not yet. But Jared had been in the shower for a while. He'd be working on his legs by now. Bending so he could reach his calves, the muscles flexing underneath his skin. My lips parted and my throat contracted, sending out a soft moan. I bit down on my bottom lip to make sure that didn't happen again, and slid in a third finger to make up for it.

There was air underneath me. Cold air leaking in from under the covers, snaking under me when I dared to arch my back. I made a whimpering noise even with my teeth holding my mouth shut. Jared's hands would be sliding up his calves, stroking his inner thighs. My free hand had grabbed my breast through the beach cover and kneaded. Shocks ran through me from my nipple, making me twist under the blankets.

His hands would be caressing his cock now… stroking the sides, rubbing the head, sending shivers down his spine. His cock would slowly grow stiff as blood rushed in, his lips would part to let out little pleasured sounds. My thumb blundered its way to my clit and kneaded while some of my fingers still managed to swirl around inside me. His hands might brush his balls, he would rub the shaft for a while before the pressure got to be too much and the head would be begging to be touched… the water would tumble onto the sensitive tip while Jared ran his thumb…

Silence. Sudden, starting silence.

The sound of the water rushing through the pipes had stopped. Squeaking filtered through the wall as Jared climbed out of the shower. I cursed and let go of myself; the momentum of the moment was gone. Furious, I rolled over on my stomach and punched my pillow. My drive had stopped but the heat between my legs was definitely still there; but now I didn't have any fantasy material left and my head was empty of ideas.

A minute later the door to my bedroom opened.

"What's got you so bothered?" Jared asked, stepping in. I started to curse at him but stopped when I noticed he was just wearing a towel, loosely wrapped around his waist. He was wet and dripped on my carpet as he stepped into the room, his hip bones showing above the top of the towel. I looked up at his face but I had to see his chest on the way: flushed, covered in water, nipples hard.

"You," I muttered. "Waking me up at this ungodly hour." I dropped my head back onto my pillow and heaved a dramatic sigh, hoping he would go away. The heat between my legs was inching outwards, and a shiver was hovering over my skin. I heard the floor creak as he walked towards me.

The covers pressed down as he touched the blankets. "I heard you, earlier. Did you fall out of bed or something?"

Or something? "Mmmph," I muttered, refusing to look up at him.

He pulled the blanket down, exposing my hair and my shoulders. "You used to enjoy our morning showers," he said, stroking my scalp with wet fingers. His towel was just on the verge of falling to the carpet. "Look at me, Liz," he murmured. No one else calls me that.

I twisted so we met eyes. He smirked and yanked the covers off me, knocking his towel to the floor in the process. My face got red as his eyes flicked up and down my frame. "What a delightfully casual look you've got going on there, Liz," he chuckled, climbing down next to me.

He was naked. Wonderfully, wonderfully naked. I shut my eyes when his side touched me. His skin was still hot from the shower, and when he kissed my throat his mouth was just as hot. "I am sorry for waking you up so early," he said, draping his leg across me. His thick brown hair was wet and plastered against his scalp. "Let me make it up to you," he murmured, pulling the covers back over the both of us.

"You… are… crazy," I said, just as a general statement. He laughed and kissed me, hard, almost grinding. I didn't notice him tugging my shorts off until after he pulled back to let me breathe. "Oh Jared you have to give me a second," I whispered, squirming. His fingers traced the ridges the elastic waist had left in my skin, and his hand moved down, tangling in the wiry hair I'd touched myself earlier. "Jared please--"

He grinned and pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger. "I don't see why you need any more time," he teased, rolling the bud between his fingers. I clutched his arm, shuddering, as he ebbed the pressure, fading to a light brush. I glared at him and he smirked, enjoying teasing me. His hand moved down, clutching me entirely for a moment. I'd been trying to lift myself up but my arms gave out and I fell back against my pillows.

He slid a finger into me, a long, warm finger, and I bit my bottom lip again. "Seems like you're well on your way, Liz," he murmured. He eased the finger over my folds, chuckling at the little soft sounds he coaxed out of me. Shifting, he kissed me, the thrusts turning into swirls that made my back tense. I shyly touched my tongue to his lips and his mouth opened immediately, so eagerly I almost laughed. My fingers stroked his hair as I moved my tongue around his mouth. Why had I ever been angry at him? This was so amazing, and his mouth was so warm…

Eventually we had to come up for air. Jared released me only reluctantly, swirling his finger around once before pulling it out. "Mmm…"

"Y-you jerk!" I stammered, glaring at him. This was the second time in the span of half an hour that my body had been worked up and abandoned.

"Shush." He examined his skin, shining in the light beaming through my window. Smirking slightly, he sucked the moisture off his fingers. Having sufficiently embarrassed me, he shifted, straddling my legs, positioning his hips on top of mine. His half-hard cock brushed my leg.

"Pull up your shirt," he whispered, eyes kind of glazed. The blankets were hanging off his shoulders, creating a little tent of warmth around us. I couldn't say no to him. He watched intently and I pulled the beach cover up, blushing when he smiled at the sight of my breasts. His cock was completely hard now, and when he shifted I felt the tip press against my center. "Take it off," he ordered, kissing the smooth skin between my breasts. I struggled to pull the beach cover off without disturbing our little tent. He turned the radio on to our favorite station.

My hands were above my head, tangled in the sleeves of the damn thing, when Jared pushed into me. "You… unh…" My arms went limp as shivers ran up my back. Jared laughed at my inability to free myself from the stupid piece of clothing and kissed my neck. He gently started lifting in and out of me, then matched the rhythm of the music as it sped up. The feeling was weirdly unfamiliar, and even though I'd… prepared myself… it hurt a little.

"B-be sweet," I hissed, gritting my teeth. I tried to concentrate on the feel of him, but it was difficult, especially after he began suckling my chest.

"It's been over a month," he growled, making me wince with the force of one thrust. Part of me thought he did it on purpose. "This is as sweet as I can be." He kissed me, possessively, twisting his head to slip his tongue inside my mouth. I gave up and kissed him back, the itches of pain fading to the back of my mind. I'd be annoyed and sore tomorrow, but just then all I wanted to feel was Jared.

We were sweaty and panting by the end. He had wrapped his arms around me to bring me closer to him, and I'd done my best to hook my legs around his waist. The little bit of sweetness I'd asked for was gone; it almost felt like he was angry. My bottom lip hurt from biting it; if our neighbors heard me scream they'd send the super down. It had happened once before, boy, had that been fun explaining away. Jared hadn't made such a strong attempt at it, either, he'd enjoyed seeing me squirm under the super's eyes.

I grunted when his fingers dug into my sides, wishing I could rake my nails over his back. He kissed, licked, and nibbled my throat, totally in control until I squeezed myself around him. The unexpected pressure made him falter and moan, letting me slip my tongue back into his mouth. He felt so good, and his mouth was so wet and warm… When my back arched, our mouths ripped apart and I gasped. Under us, the mattress was squeaking.

He whispered in my ear: "Help me move my stuff back in later," which doesn't sound incredibly romantic but sent me over the edge anyway. Groaning, he came just after. He made a very satisfied noise and rolled onto his back next to me, breathing hard.

The radio faded into a soft, smooth melody. I shut my eyes and started counting the seconds of my breath, trying to slow my heart rate down. We both just listened to the music. A few minutes later Jared nuzzled my neck and kissed my throat gently, a smug smirk on his face. I stretched my legs out and dropped them flat against the mattress.

"Get this thing off my arms," I muttered, twisting my hands. "I wanna get up."

"Why?" he asked, draping a leg across mine. I stared at him and he grinned. "It's Saturday morning. Let's sleep in."