“I can’t, I, you have to stop.” She whispered, grabbing at my shoulders and pulling me up her body.
My cock was once again rock hard, and as my chest slid across hers, my cock rubbed against her pussy. She twisted her hips, managing to quickly engulf my cock as she moaned into my neck, her teeth biting at my skin. I wanted to go slow; to make it last, but my own desire was driving me mad. I slammed into her, my hips thrusting frantically. She seemed of the same mind, thrusting back just as madly, our bodies slamming together noisily.
Any thought of the noise we were making was lost in our lust as I drove into her, each stroke rushing me headlong toward fulfillment. She cried out wordlessly, her hands clawing at my back, which only encouraged me to go harder, faster, deeper. Her legs wrapped around my waist, as her hands moved down to grab my hips. I could just make out her face as she cried out again, her body writhing and twisting. The spasms coursing through her were enough to send me over the edge, my own orgasm cashing over me, driving me deep into her hungry embrace.
We lay together, my body pressing into hers. My head was resting on her shoulder, and I could feel the rise and fall of her chest. Our breathing slowly synchronized, as her fingers danced across my back.
“I can hear your heartbeat.” I whispered, my lips brushing across her skin.
There was a soft click, and both of us turned in horror, expecting to see mom standing in the doorway. The door was still shut, but the sound had been enough to end the magic of the moment. The craziness of what we had just done coming crashing down around us.
“You better get to your room.” Shelly whispered, kissing my cheek.
I got up and walked to the door. I stood there nervously listening to the silence for several minutes before mustering the courage to open it. The hallway was empty. I quickly stepped out and moved down to my room, realizing at the last second that I had left my shorts in Shelly’s room. It was too late now. I just hoped she grabbed them in the morning and tossed them in the hamper.
My mind was whirling with all sorts of thoughts as I climbed into bed. I doubted I would get much sleep. I knew I should be nervous as hell but there I was filled with a deep sense of relaxed contentment. Before I knew it, the alarm was going off. I rolled over and shut off the alarm clock. It was almost eight thirty by the time I showered and got out the door. I only had two classes today, which I was glad for. I doubted I could have concentrated on anything anyway.
My classes seemed to fly by, or at least I remembered very little of what happened. Mrs. Jones gave a quick speech about how she would be grading the papers, which left me even happier that I had followed my sister’s advice. It was barely two o’clock when I arrived home. I was surprised to see mom’s car in the driveway. Nervousness immediately set in, as I walked into the house.
I called out as I walked in, wondering what she was doing home so early. There was no answer so I walked to the back door and peeked into the back yard, part of me hoping she had decided to use the hot tub again. She wasn’t there, so I walked down the hallway to her bedroom. I was reaching out to knock when the door opened.