She acknowledged the request with a nod and walked a way down the hall to the room in question.  Without knocking, she entered the room and looked at the inhabitant; a male roughly her age and height, who was in the middle of changing in the room . . . alone, for some reason.  "Nice chest," she said, smiling at him when he turned around to see who had come to join him.

"Huh?"  He was startled by this new and very female presence in the room.

"I said, 'nice chest'," she said, nervously, as she hoped she wasn't offending him.  "I hope I didn't interrupt you."

"No . . . not at all."  He felt himself getting cold and crossed his arms, making her blush and smile at the same time.  She had seen him loose; now she was seeing him flex.

"Nice arms, too . . . " she said softly, as she walked forward and felt down with her hand from his shoulder to his elbow, squeezing gently as she passed along his arm.

He smiled nervously.  "Um, thanks . . . nice eyes."

She smiled shyly, completely surprised.  "You noticed my eyes . . . most guys don't."  This time she left her right hand on the outside of his left arm, squeezing it gently and enjoying the feeling of pure muscle, pure power.

"What do they notice, then?"

The question caused her to draw her arm back and cross both on top of her chest and look away from him, then half-say, "My chest."  She blushed nervously, and later told him she had felt any chance of talking to him further leave the room and had focused her attention at the ground in quiet desperation.  "Damn you, April, you just HAD to say that . . . " she cursed herself in silence.

"Well, I mean . . . I figure I'll get to see more of your eyes and hands than anything else, so why not enjoy them?" He tried to find her eyes again and extended his left hand to her chin, raising it.  "Beside which, not to detract from other things, but I love eyes . . . "

The conversation stopped for a bit, as Kevin dropped his hand and both arms hung by his sides.

April started "Um -"

Kevin said "Feel - no, you go first."

April resumed "No, I didn't have anything important to say . . . you go."

"Okay, then . . . I don't really know how to say this."

"Words might help," April had said, in an attempt to lighten the sexual energy quickly unexplainably filling her.

"Hmm . . . okay.  I just, I had this gut feeling that I should kiss you." He blushed and looked sad, confident that he had killed any hope of becoming more than friends with her.

She cleared her throat.  "Well, I-I've always heard you should go with your gut . . , " she had said, again cursing herself silently.  "Brain, work, damn you!"

Kevin coughed.  "Yeah, I've heard that too . . . it's just that the last time I followed my gut it was to the bathroom."  Without motion, Kevin hit himself repeatedly for that stupid remark.

She had smiled hard, trying not to laugh.  "Well how would it be if I kissed you instead?"

Kevin smiled shyly.  "I don't think I'd mind that," he followed.

April took his hands in hers, reached her face up a bit so it was level with hers, and she and Kevin closed their eyes as her lips closed on his.  They locked and April could feel her body was excited by his touch.  The feeling was so intense she started sweating, and when she released her lips from his and looked down in embarrassment, her face flushed when she saw her nipples hardening.  Immediately she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Normally Kevin was very reserved and cautious around women, but April exuded an air of calmness that told him he needed not worry about making the wrong decision.  Something about her seemed so right.  His left hand tucked a tuft of her hair behind her right ear as he kissed her back, this time with both mouths open and both sets of eyes closed.  She moaned gently as she let her hands grasp his shoulders and pull his body closer to hers.  Both his hands went to her face, as they pulled it close and he probed her mouth fiercely, she doing the same.  He could feel her nipples on his chest and intensely fought the urge to
rub her breasts.  Instead, he swiftly brought his hands down to the backs of her legs and rubbed up from mid-way down the backs of her legs to her butt, which he grabbed with both hands and used to pull her closer to him.  She could feel his entire body throbbing, readying itself for the natural act they both feverishly fought against.

"Ahhhhh," he said, as the rush of blood and intensity of the moment overcame him and he ejaculated into his pants.  He blushed and gave her one last kiss, then said, "I, um, have to go change."

She nodded and looked down with embarrassment as she had felt her panties soak through, and his eyes saw the source of her embarrassment.  "So that's the effect you have on me . . . I could really get used to this," she said, smiling at him as she took off her pants.  April had never been afraid to take her clothes off in front of other people, especially not one who had just caused her to orgasm simply by kissing her.

"Oh, um, I'll just go -" Kevin started.

"No need to go anywhere, cutie.  I don't mind having you see me without my pants on."

"Okay . . . well, I kinda do mind you seeing me without my pants on just right now," he said as he smiled and looked nervous.

"Unless there's something in your pockets, you have nothing to be ashamed of," she had told him, smiling sheepishly as she looked at the bulge still present in his pants.

"No, I just . . . don't have the same confidence in how I look as you do.  Plus, there are select few people who can play an old hag and still look better than the helpless maiden."  Kevin still fondly remembered a skit in which April had played a witch and another girl had played a princess.

"If you could just turn around for a bit, I'd be grateful," he started again, turning around himself.

"No problem," she had reassured him as she turned around and allowed him to take his pants and underwear off.  She snuck a peak at him and saw his lower half nude, and silently admired his butt for a few precious seconds before righting herself as his previous request had indicated.  She put on another pair of pants, grabbed a shallow plastic can of cold cream, and left the room, saying "See you later, cutie" as she left.
 
 

"Continental Airlines Flight 541, Tampa Bay via Atlanta from Washington, DC, is scheduled to land in ten minutes.  Repeat: Continental Airlines Flight 541, Tampa Bay via Atlanta from Washington, DC, is scheduled to land in ten minutes.  Those waiting for passengers on board Flight 541 are asked to clear the area roped off on the left to allow those passengers landing to leave the terminal.  Thank you for your cooperation."  The recorded female voice gave a woman waiting for her boyfriend the news she had been awaiting for over two hours.

As April heard the overhead voice, her heart quickened . . . she had been waiting for this day for three years.  A man she had met in a drama camp while a junior in high school had committed to The University of Florida to be closer to her.  April turned and walked into the bathroom to check her face, hair and clothing one last time.  It had been more than a year since Kevin had seen her in person and she wanted to capture his heart for sure the moment he left the tunnel that connected the plane to the terminal.  She knew he wanted her for reasons that stretched far beyond the glimmer in her eyes and the way she grabbed his shoulders when she hugged him, but she wanted to eradicate any chance he wouldn't fall madly in love with her again.

After nervously brushing her hair once more and making sure there was no food between her teeth, she adjusted her backpack and headed out of the bathroom.  Forgetting that there was no door to the bathroom, she stuck out her hand, expecting to grab a doorknob and, realizing she had done such in error, reached forward as if to grab some phantom knob and fell down.

"FUCK!" she said as she fell down.  Her forehead hurt badly from the impact and she had somehow ripped her backpack.

"Continental Airlines Flight 541, Tampa Bay via Atlanta from Washington, DC, is scheduled to land in five minutes.  Those waiting for passengers on board Flight 541 are asked to clear the area roped off on the left to allow those passengers landing to leave the terminal.  Thank you for your cooperation."

The voice, this time male, at once calmed and scared April.  For over a year she had been anxiously awaiting this day.  Now she was but five minutes and counting from seeing him again.  Would he want her as he'd said he did?  Would he change his mind after getting a full dose of her day in and day out?  They had nervously agreed to share an apartment because of financial constraints; it had been a stretch for Kevin even to be accepted to UFL; a scholarship was out of the question.  Against the wishes of both sets of parents he had decided to attend UFL, and had taken two summer jobs and tremendous student loans to make the dream a reality.  Now April only hoped it would be worth the effort.  As she walked back to the area around the terminal, she strained as she looked for any sign of the plane bearing the man who could make her life complete or wreck it forever.  Though a confident woman, she was unsure how the fight with his parents and the toll of two jobs would manifest themselves in him.  Would he be tired and gruff?  Nervous and afraid?

He had told her time and again that she was what mattered to him.  He had made the trip before; the third weekend in June, after planning the trip for three months, Kevin had come to visit April.  Under the cautious eye of her parents he stayed in the guest bedroom, aware that both sets of parents were itching to find anything wrong with the situation.  But he was careful and so was she.  They knew April's parents would stay up the nights, hoping to hear any sign of mischief and be able to banish Kevin forever.

April stared into the sky, hoping for the metal messenger which would bring him to her.
 
 

On-board the plane, Kevin mentally visualized the plane descending, hoping his thoughts would somehow coerce the pilot into landing more quickly.  As he yawned, he checked to make sure that his carry-on bags, which had barely cleared Continental Airlines regulations, were nestled so he could exit as soon as possible.  He had taken the closest seat to the front of the plane and planned to be the first one off it.

In his mind, Kevin ran through several scenarios . . . would April be there?  Maybe she had gotten stuck in traffic or had an accident.  Maybe her parents had insisted on going with her to pick him up.

Kevin wondered if April would like his hair.  He hadn't told her, but he'd been growing it long to see which she liked better.  Although he had always had long hair, his parents had expressed their discontentment at it and it had been the bargaining chip that allowed him to fly down to see April the year before.  This time, however, things were different.  It was his money and he was finally free of his parents for a few months.  Kevin nervously ran his hands though his hair, waiting for the seatbelt sign located a foot or so above his head to light up, signaling the plane's descent.  A flight attendant walked past his seat with a garbage bag.  "Trash, sir?"

"Um, no, thanks . . . "

As the attendant walked past him and neared the cockpit to receive orders from the pilots, Kevin twisted his head back and to the right.  "Ma'am?  Any way you could make the pilots descend quicker?"

"I'll ask the pilot, but I don't think so . . . "

"That's okay," he replied.  "I just want this damned thing to land." He smiled weakly at her and sighed.

"You and me both, sir.  I'm coming up on two weeks' vacation.  First in over a year.  Not going to wear blue at all until next month!" The last bit she said, gesturing with her hands to her uniform and referring to the uniforms in-flight attendants wore, one of the colors of CA.  "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go talk to the two men in charge of this plane.  One of them now owes me five bucks!"

"Why's that?" Kevin asked, fighting off another yawn.  He was glad he was getting those out of his system in-flight rather than when he was in the car with April; he certainly didn't want her to think he was tired of being with her.

"Scott, who's the co-pilot . . . we have a bet going every flight.  If someone asks me if I can get him to land the plane quicker, I win.  If not, he wins."

"He might as well just give you the money . . . ", Kevin replied, smiling."

The attendant smiled back at him and deposited the garbage bag in a storage bin, closed the bin and opened the cockpit door.  The last words Kevin heard were "Lemme guess, Doreen . . . " as his head slumped and he settled into a very brief nap as the seatbelt sign blinked on.
 
 

Too nervous to stand up, and her feet sore from pacing for the past hour or so, April took a seat as close to the door connecting the plane to the terminal as was possible.  She wanted to be the first person Kevin saw once he got within sight of anything.  Again and again she strained her eyes left and right, hoping to see the plane that would bring her boyfriend to her . . . hopefully forever.

Something struck the sunlight in the distance . . . April noticed it and immediately her entire body flushed with anticipation.  Her heart quickened—more so than it had done in the past hour.  April was sure she would cough it up if she wasn't careful.  "Patience, honey, it's probably another flight."

The plane continued its descent and seemed aimed right for her, as if Kevin had directed the thing itself . . . April could feel herself sweating in anticipation.  Blood rushed to her nipples as they hardened, waiting for the man who would satiate her hunger.  She looked down, embarrassed, and tried to cover them.  She could feel her panties getting just a bit damp, and hoped she wouldn't soak through them before she got home.  She smiled to herself . . . "and I'm going to be with him in just a few minutes."  She sighed contentedly as she remembered things they had done the year before.  Evidently her body remembered as well, as she found herself arching her back and closing her eyes.  Quickly, she righted herself and tried to hide the sexual energy that seemed to be seeping from her pores and forming a gentle glow around her.  She wondered to herself, as she looked around . . . did anyone know what was going through her mind?  Was Kevin feeling the same things?  She knew he would be tired and had unhappily told herself that he most probably would be too tired to fool around for several days.

She had been looking around for a minute or so when she remembered she was waiting for Kevin.  She turned around to face the terminal and saw the plane had landed.  The door to the terminal had been opened.  At once blood rushed to her lips and face in general; she felt feverish and fumbled around nervously in her backpack for something . . . anything to eat.  She felt something long and firm and squeezed it tightly.

Realizing what she had done, she pulled out the now-mangled banana and started to peel it when a face emerged from the terminal.  Kevin was running down it with both carry-on items, one in each hand, looking frantically for April.  "Wighf heww!" she cried out, a cry muffled by the banana now in her mouth.  Quickly she swallowed and righted herself.  "Kevin!"
 
 

As he heard the voice cry out his name, his brain worked furiously to determine the source of the cry.  Not twenty feet from him was April; her face flushed, hair askew and a mangled banana in her right hand.  He smiled and sighed happily as he saw her and ran quickly to meet her.

"You okay?  You look a little sick . . . maybe a bit of a fever?"  She stood up and ran into his arms as his hands released the bags he had been carrying.  Passionately she grabbed his shoulders and pressed her body to his, wanting to feel his arms around her.  As her flesh touched his, she could feel her nipples, still hard and sensitive, against his chest, also hard.  Fighting off the urge to tear his shirt off, she instead buried her nose in his neck and smelled him, as her mouth kissed the front of his neck.  She felt his hands on both of her sides, gently and lovingly caressing the sides of her back, while his face buried itself in her hair.

"No fever," she whispered in his ear, as she raised her head and kissed his cheek, resisting the urge to gently nibble on his earlobe, something she knew he resisted like a child resists ice cream.

"Mmmmmm," he sighed and gently lifted her mouth to his with his left hand, kissing her softly.  She moaned quietly, feeling her body ready itself for him.  Wanting to frenchkiss his deeply, she instead opened her mouth an inch or so and kissed him, silently promising herself she'd make up for it later.  As his hand went from her chin back down to her right hip, it brushed her nipple and she moaned softly, something only he could hear.  He withdrew his tongue and said to her, softly, "Maybe we'll have to do something about that when we get home."

She smiled and blushed, though by this time it was impossible to tell because her face was so red.  "What can I say?" she said, breathlessly.  "You know the effect you have on me."

Kevin reached down to the crotch of his pants and shoved things back into place.  "And you know the effect you have on me."

"We'll definitely have to do something about that when we get home," she said, as she smiled and kissed him once more.

She took the lighter of Kevin's bags in her left hand, as he took the heavier in his right.  Still feeling the incredible urge to take his shirt off, she opted instead to hold on to his right hip as he held onto her left with his left hand.  As they walked together to the baggage claim area, she moved her right hand deftly down a few inches and grabbed his butt.  "Damn nice ass," she said to herself as she smiled and saw Kevin swing the bag in his right hand in front of himself for a moment.
 
 

The drive to their apartment was largely uneventful, as April saw any hope for an eventful afternoon disappear when Kevin got in the car.  It took all of five minutes for him to fall asleep, albeit with his left hand on her right, which was of some comfort.  In an attempt to quiet her body, which was sending her ever stronger urges, she put her right hand on his upper leg and stroked it, nearing his penis.  As she got closer she felt her seatbelt tighten and restrict her, inches away.  "Damnit!"  She would have to wait at least an hour before she would be able to quiet her body.
 

As she pulled into the small parking lot behind the apartment complex, she ruffled his hair and said "Wake up, cutie.  We're here."

Kevin groggily sat up, rubbed his eyes and reached down to unfasten his seat belt.  As he did this, he looked down and saw the erection still there, turning his face bright red.  "Have I been like this the entire time?" he asked her as he smiled sheepishly.

"Fortunately, no . . . just the past few minutes," she replied and smiled back at him.

"Why do you say fortunately?"

"If you had been like that, I would have had to pull over after about ten minutes."

He smiled as he blushed, his erection hardening.  "Maybe we should get things inside - er, take my things inside - er, take my bags . . . "

"I'll unlock the trunk and load everything.  You just go inside and relax on the bed," she said as she smiled at him.

"You have something in mind?" he asked, trying to be innocent.

"A nap for you.  I don't imagine you have much energy left for anything other than sleeping, today."  She said this as she saddened . . . she was definitely not going to quiet her body any time soon, and she was going to have to change panties.  She'd soaked through the pair she had on while rubbing his thigh in the car.

"Sounds good . . . I'm sorry." His face revealed his wishes to spend time with her and at the same time his need to spend some time dreaming.  He got out of the car and she gave him the keys to the apartment.  He took the few steps to the door and unlocked the door, and as if by intuition he found his way to the bedroom and took off all his clothes but his underwear.  He tossed his clothes onto the floor and got into bed, face up.

A minute or so later, April finished putting his things inside.  Deciding she needed a nap as well, she walked to the bedroom, and saw his clothes on the floor.  "You did that deliberately just to tease me, didn't you?!"

He smiled shyly to her.  "Maybe . . . you said I needed to go to sleep.  I never said I was going to bed."

She flushed visibly as he uncovered himself partially, revealing the upper body she had first noticed a few years ago at drama camp.  His upper body, and his body in general, had grown since that summer.  She noticed with delight and amazement . . . here was a man who never worked out, yet had a larger upper body than a substantial portion of the athletes she had known in high school.

"Do you have to be so goddamn hot?" she asked him, smiling, as she sat down and reached for what she had been unable to hold in the car.

"Mmrphfmmmm," he said, leaning back and stifling a moan as she rubbed his penis.  She stopped for a bit as she got into bed and sat up, smiling as she saw his reaction to her hand.  He could that see her nipples, which had grown soft when she was bringing his luggage inside, were quickly hardening.  His right hand gently rubbed her left cheek, then gently pulled her face toward his and opened his mouth to kiss her.

"You know, you seem kind of tired," she said, finishing the kiss, and smiled.  "Maybe you should stay lying down and let me get rid of some tension."

"Sounds like a plan to me.  I'm not going to get any sleep for a while, am I?" he said, smiling to her as he sighed happily.  Kevin was the kind of guy who was just as happy letting April work on him as anything else.  He closed his eyes and felt her shuffling around on the bed, as all her clothes came off swiftly.

"Now that I'm rid of those, we can begin."  She looked at him and sighed.  "You weren't trying to go to sleep on me, were you?"

He opened his eyes to respond, but at seeing her entire body nude was taken aback just a bit, and said, "Fuck, you're beautiful.  I'd forgotten how amazing you look in your birthday suit."  He smiled as he saw her nipples almost standing up, seemingly ready to leap from her breasts into his mouth and have him suck on them.

She smiled back and blushed, pleased that he enjoyed how she looked.  She had gained some weight since they had seen eachother, and though he'd told her he preferred women who weren't skinny, she wondered how "not skinny" he liked.  She had been able to hide ten pounds in clothing, but it was impossible now.

"Come here, you," Kevin said as his smile intensified.  She crawled over a bit and got on top of him, her breasts dangling in front of his mouth.  Before she straddled him, he took the opportunity to briefly lick her left nipple, which produced a gentle moan from her mouth.  She positioned herself to start massaging his chest, taking each side in one hand and gently squeezing as he closed his eyes and smiled.  He felt her lips on his and opened his mouth to kiss her, delighting in tasting her again.  His hands free, he went back to her breasts, this time lightly caressing them with either hand.  His penis now quite hard, he flexed and unflexed his abdominal muscles, which made it rub against her exposed and moist vagina and clitoris, causing her to moan more loudly now, as he felt her getting wet and engorged with blood.  He stopped kissing her for a bit.

"What's wrong?  Did I hurt you?" she asked quickly, as she sat up, looking concerned.

"Did you want to have sex?" he asked her, as his smile faded at the sight of her concern.

"Yeah, but if you're too tired that's fine.  I can wait a few hours," she said, smiling and relieved that she hadn't hurt him.

"No, I . . . " he paused as he enjoyed torturing her just a bit.  "I think I can handle it," he finished, as they both smiled harder, and she sighed happily.  After over a year she would finally be able to remind herself of how it felt to have him inside her.  "And go at whatever pace you like," he added, the last bit making her close her eyes and moan gently as though she tasted something exquisite.

She scooted back a few inches and took his penis in both hands, rubbing her clitoris gently with the head of his penis, up and down, as gentle moans escaped her mouth and his.  "You're going to have to help at some point, you know.  I can't do it all myself," she said, suppressing the moans for a bit and letting his penis go, smiling as it sprung up.

"Of course I'll help," he responded, smiling back as he gently rubbed her right nipple with the the knuckles on his left hand and started slowly running his other hand, now in a fist, down her left inner thigh.

"Ooooh . . . mmmmm . . . MMMMM!" April cried out, moaning—he had found an especially sensitive spot on her leg and proceeded to dig deeper into it.

"Fuck . . . it's just not nearly as good when you do it yourself.  Mmmm" she moaned" . . . yeah, right there . . . and ?mmmm —move a little closer to my pussy, rub right i —MMMMM fuck yeah.  OH fuck yeah."  Kevin was now enjoying the reaction he was getting from April, who he could see was struggling against herself, her back arching and hips quivering.  He could tell what was coming soon.  So, evidently, could she, as she was moving her hips against his hands to get even deeper, and had moved closer to him to get his penis further into her.  She would go back and forward, moving the head and part of the shaft in, then out.

"Damn, you're tight . . ," Kevin exclaimed as she began moving more of his penis into her.  "Oh yeah . . . you are TIGHT.  Oh fuck . . . you better slow down or I'm gonna come.  Oh God."  Kevin was nearing orgasm with April.

"Yeah?  I thought you said you - oh fuck - were gonna lie down and let me do everything.  What ?ooooooohh ?what happened to that, huh?  OOOOOH good fucking God.  Oh hold right there . . . "  Without warning, Kevin had thrust his penis the rest of the way into April—something her body had been waiting for since the previous summer.  Now she wanted to be able to feel Kevin's pulse inside her . . . she felt full and satisfied.

Kevin had taken his hands away from her pussy and was now doing a full tit massage on her.  Her back was arched, her head back, as she pressed against his hands and slowly started thrusting herself onto him.

"I'm gonna come soon . . . oh fuuuuck yeah . . . " Kevin was nearing orgasm and started thrusting harder, taking his hands off her tits and putting them on her ass.  He grabbed it and thrust as far as he could into her, orgasming with her as he collasped on the bed, incredibly tired, and felt her lower body shaking as her orgasm continued.

"Oh God, that was incredible.  You are fucking incredible," Kevin said, as he lay back down, gasping for breath after the longest sexual activity he'd had in over a year.

April took this as a sign and lay down beside him.  She sighed happily, her heart still beating quickly and her pussy still wet and engorged with blood from reaching the biggest orgasm she'd had since Kevin's previous visit.  Then she turned her head toward him.

"Kevin?"

"Yeah."  He turned his head toward her, still smiling and breathing heavily, though not as much as before.

April smiled and said, "I love you.  This is going to be so perfect.  Finally free to do whatever we want.  Within reason," April added, knowing Kevin's biggest fantasy of having sex in class.

"I know.  I love this so much.  I love you so much.  I missed you too, you know."

"Oh?  How much did you miss me?"

"It doesn't matter now.  You're right here," Kevin said, giving her a light frenchkiss and smiling.  "And right now all I want is to sleep for a while in bed.  If you'd like to join me, I won't complain." Kevin added the last bit as innocently as was possible, given that they had just had sex for the first time in over a year.

"Sure thing, cutie.  Just let me get a pair of boxers for you and some pajamas for me," April said, getting off the bed and stepping onto the floor, where she opened one of Kevin's suitcases, pulled out a pair of boxers, and moved to her closet, pulling out a flimsy nightgown.  She tossed the boxers to Kevin, who put them on, and then turned around herself and slowly put her "pajamas" on.

"You might, and this is only a suggestion, love, but you might want to go with a 2-piece for now," Kevin said, smiling coyly as he enjoyed looking at her still-nude body.

"Kevin, I'm not going to wear a swimsuit in bed.  I don't care what you have planned."  April teased him because she knew he knew she didn't care what she wore.

"No, just put on something with a top and bottom, and make sure it's comfortable.  A bikini probably doesn't fit that description," Kevin said, smiling and teasing her right back.

"Okay, then, Mr. Smarty-boxers," April said with her back to him as she shuffled around, returning triumphantly from her closet with summer pajamas.  "And just what is your reasoning here?" she asked as she got into bed and they lay like two spoons in a drawer.

April soon found out, as Kevin put his left hand down her pants and on her pussy.  He forked his fingers so two went left and two went right, and proceeded to rub gently on her lips.

"Mmmm . . . that feels so good.  You always know exactly where—mmmmm—where to go on me.  Oh God, I missed this," she said, as she sighed happily, bringing her left hand down onto his and pressing down, making him rub harder and deeper.

Kevin moved his mouth to the place where her left shoulder met her neck, kissing, then softly nibbling the spot and making a lovebite there.  "Oh, I missed this," April said, right before she gently bit onto Kevin's right earlobe, knowing the effect it had on him.

"Oh God . . . you have to stop that.  I don't have the energy to go again," Kevin said, as he replaced his earlobe with his tongue and kissed her.  She turned over so so she was laying on her back and her back arched yet again, as she pressed his hand down and inside her pussy briefly.

"If your dick isn't up—mmmmm, right . . . there—if your dick isn't up for it, maybe your tongue?" she said, smiling and squirming to get as much from his hand as possible.  They both knew his tongue could twist 360 degrees around, and Kevin had used that trick back when they were too afraid to have sex.

"Mmmmmmm . . . sorry, baby.  However . . . " disappointed for a moment, April's disappointment was replaced with louder and longer moaning as Kevin's mouth went onto her left breast, gently sucking on it as his tongue flicked over her nipple with such speed that, combined with what his hand was doing, April's back arched more and her moaning got louder.

"Ohhhhh . . . yeahhhhhh . . . oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."  Knowing she had come, April released her hold on Kevin's hand, as her body shook from the orgasm.  That allowing him to slow down and then remove his hand, as he stopped his assault on her nipple.

"Twice—mmmmm—twice in an hour.  That hasn't happened in a while," April said, her face fully flushed, pajamas partially wet, as she smiled, satisfied, and took hold of Kevin's penis, which had grown harder and longer when she was moaning, and moved her own head to suck on it.

"No . . . no, not right now.  Later, but not now.  Now I have to do the sleep portion of going to bed.  God, I'm exhausted." Kevin lay down, his penis protruding a few inches up.

"Me, too . . . God I missed you," April sighed, as she moved and nestled her head above his armpit, as he moved his right arm to hold her and she put her right arm on his chest, running over it with her hand.  "And how you smell when you're sweaty."

"Eau de sexually-satisfied Kevin," Kevin said, as he yawned and moved his head to kiss the top of April's head.