Some Protection Would Be Nice

Part Two, Chapter 1

Part Two: Rosemary Sterling

Chapter 1:

Mark Jr. just stood there in the doorway for a spell, utterly hypnotized at the sight of me. Completely under my spell. Despite the shocked look on his face, he still looked incredibly handsome. What with the nest of curly black hair that crowned his head, and his distinctive lack of hair elsewhere. His immense height and his slim, muscle-free physique. Those brown eyes that were currently widened in awe, accented by his thin, gold-framed glasses.

I couldn't help but girlishly giggle to myself as I watched him there, stunned beyond belief as he finally decided to move, stepping all the way into the room, and slowly and instinctively shutting the door without looking back.

"Gotcha, didn't I?" I smirked. "I do apologize, but how else could I get your attention?"

Junior took a few more moments to respond.

"Er... uh, what's this about?" he asked at last, trying to keep his eyes above my neck.

"Oh, nothing. Just thought that since we've been getting so close over the course of the summer, why not get even closer?" I bobbed my thin eyebrows sultrily. "Of course it's just an offer, so you don't have to take it. But just know that it's always on the table... at least until I'm able to leave."

I saw his face twitch as I uttered those last few words. It was painfully obvious that Junior was in love with me, ever since that fateful day when I'd been escorted to his house. The way he always checked me out as subtly as he could, and went out of his way to make me feel welcome and try to ingrain himself into my memory. Not that I minded it too much, as I reciprocated his feelings almost to a tee. God knows how many nights I'd spent fantasizing about him ever since I got here, and right now there was a fat chance of those fantasies coming true.

Without another word, he cautiously walked over towards me. I gave a small nod of the head, giving him permission to both look and touch. It took a few minutes, but like a dog warming up to a stranger, he slowly leaned in and lightly rubbed my cheek with his knuckles, cupping my modest double-chin with his other hand soon after. I gently shut my eyes as I relished in his embrace, before he abruptly scooted closer to me and we sank into a deep kiss, during which he wrapped his arms around me.

"S-Sorry," he blushed as he pulled away. "I don't know if it's the alcohol talking or what, but I... I just had to get that off my chest."

"Trust me, it's no problem," I gave him a gentle smile.

It was then that Junior glanced over at the nightstand, presumably noticing my discarded necklace as it sat there in plain sight.

"Uh... wait a minute now. Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked. "I-I mean, your faith-"

"Oh, Junior," I chuckled sultrily. "Just because I'm a Christian doesn't mean I don't wanna be split in two! Now are we gonna do this or not? 'Cause I dunno about you, but I'm gettin' a little antsy!"

"Well then there's not a moment to lose," Junior replied, suddenly oozing with confidence as he took out his phone. It's amazing how most men suddenly start to feel sure of themselves once intercourse is on the table. "Now what say I find the right playlist?"

"We don't need that," I tossed his phone onto the floor, where it luckily didn't break. "Just the sound of us consummating our relationship is music enough to my ears!"

Without further ado, we started kissing again, and this time I allowed Junior to push me onto my back as we sank deeper into the bed, all the while stripping off my dress. His body felt warm against mine, like the exterior of a cider mug in the winter. I moaned a bit into his mouth as he grabbed one of my breasts, running the fingers on his other hand through my hair. He alternated between each breast for a few seconds, squeezing with vigor and occasionally pinching the nipple.

Before long, I was taken by surprise as he disconnected his lips from mine, kissing his way down my neck and shoulders, and even the copious cleavage from the bra I was wearing. I desperately wanted him to peel it off, but he didn't, instead choosing to continue his teasing. He planted a series of kisses down my gut as he caressed it with his hand, worshipping it as if there was a baby growing inside there. I couldn't help but blush as he did this, also trying as hard as I could to stifle a giggle, for that was and had always been my most ticklish spot.

As Junior continued to move lower down my body, he also moved himself off the bed. By the time he was at my waist, he was kneeling on the floor. I sat up with my legs slightly parted as I looked down at him, disappointed that he had abruptly halted his actions. Before I could interject, I could feel a pair of fingers rubbing circles down south, taking advantage of the intentional hole in my underwear. I let out a gasp, panting a little afterwards, but before I got the chance to calm down, he inserted a finger as I whined aloud.

"Ohhhh, y-yes!" I groaned. "M-M-More!"

Junior then added another finger, and then another, before working them in and out of me for a good half-minute. Even the act of biting my lip couldn't suppress the wanton moans he elicited from me as he spread his fingers out. Soon after, he started to give me head. I didn't look down to see for myself, but I could tell, for I felt a limber tongue lapping away at me both inside and out.

"Yeah, that's it. Moan some more, bitch," Junior growled, briefly raising his head and then quickly ducking back down.

I didn't even care that he insulted me. I'll admit it sounded wrong coming out of his mouth, given the polished demeanor he'd espoused up until now, but no way was I going to demand politically correct bedroom phrases. Fuck that shit.

Reaching down, I held his head in place to try and bring him in deeper and maximize the feelings he channeled into me. The combined pleasure of it all was too much for me to handle, and after another minute or so, I was subjected to an intense, quivering orgasm as my vision went all white for a brief moment.