An Unwitting Discovery

"That was freaking awesome," she whispered.

We fell asleep in one another's arms. At some point in the night Suzan had opened the curtains. I awoke around midnight to use the restroom. The moonlight was streaming directly in though the sliding glass door, illuminating the bed. Suzan looked lovely, in the moonlight. I crawled back into bed and snuggled up next to her. Her light breathing lulled me to sleep again.

Sunday arrived abruptly, for me. Evidently Suzan had found my morning wood and was taking care of it for me.

"Ohhh, gawd." I hadn't expected the suddenness of it. The wetness of her lips and roughness of tongue on the mushroom head nearly triggered me right then. My hands were gripping at the sheet as she twirled her tongue on my head and took me back into her mouth.

Suzan looked up at me adoringly as her head bobbed on me. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she stopped for a moment, lifting her mouth from me to speak. "I was just thinking that I should finish that little thing I started, a couple months ago."

"You don't have to do that, Suzan," I told her, smiling. "I'm already on Cloud Nine!"

"I know I don't have to, baby," she grinned wickedly. "But I really do want to. And I'm dying to taste you, so don't you dare try to pull away!"

Then she slurped me back into her mouth and worked me to the point of no return in about five glorious minutes. Soon, I was past the point of being able to hold back.

"Suzaaaan, I a - uh - oh fuck!" I was erupting like a west Texas gusher. She swallowed most of it, but there was a lot and coming fast. When I was done, she lay back beside me, using a finger to scoop up the trickles of my cum that had overflowed my mouth and guide them back to her lips.

"I've been wanting to do that since the very first day walked me out to my car after class, and I saw how excited you were," she told me when she'd finished cleaning her chin. "You taste delicious, by the way. I'll be wanting more of that sweet cream - much more!"

I pulled her closer, and kissed her deeply. Yes, I tasted some of my own cum, still clinging to her tongue, and I could live with it. After all, she'd already tasted her juices, on me, without complaint, so turnabout was fair play.

We stayed in bed until around nine. It was just nice to be in bed together, giving and receiving the love we both felt so deeply. Eventually we got out of bed and went to shower together in the big walk-in shower. The bathroom floor was done in large 18-inch smooth-honed Travertine tile that carried into the open shower. There was a long half wall tiled in smaller size tiles with interesting natural color mixtures that made the whole thing feel opulent. Inside there was a tiled bench against the rear wall and there were multiple shower-heads controlled with four different knobs.

Suzan went in first and had the top two shower-heads running at a nice warm temperature. When I joined her I could tell that this wasn't just going to be a shower. Suzan was fully wet, her long hair took on a slightly darker red-orange color. Her lips curled into a naughty grin as I got under the water with her. The motion of her hand stroking me lightly had me at attention in moments. She was quickly on her knees in front of me taking me into her mouth and throat deeply, pulling my hips forward to take me deeper. Before I got too excited she stopped and bent down holding the sturdy grab-bar.

"Do me from behind," she said. "But don't finish, there. I want that in my mouth."

I entered her from behind. The crown of my cock passed through her tight inner lips with a plop. The saliva she'd applied aided my entry. I thrust into her repeatedly and then pulled out. The reentry was similar encountered a similar plop as I pressed into her again. That got a throaty moan from her, so I repeated it again several times. The combination of her saliva, wetness, and shower made the entry almost effortless. Gripping her hips I continued with full withdrawal, but used her hips to quicken the entry. I loved watching myself press her lips apart from behind. Her smooth pussy and extended clitoris were mesmerizing. This vision coupled with Suzan moaning and telling me to take her to the finish line.

"Do it! Finish me!" she begged.

The two rounds of morning sex, plus the blow-job she'd given me, were keeping my climax at bay and I continued to thrust into her. Wet, squishy, slapping sounds of our repeated union echoed in the tiled shower. Suzan's legs began to tremble in this standing position. Pulling out of her to have her face me I lifted her light body up and reentered her. Now her legs were wrapped around me and her arms clung around my neck. I wanted to see her beautiful emerald eyes as she came on my cock.

It didn't take long. Her sitting position pushed me deep inside. Her vaginal muscles began to contract and I watched her face as it contorted in ecstasy. I continued to pound into her while wave after wave rocked over her. When my soul-mate finally reached her peak, I thrust deeply into her and held her firmly. Rather than screaming out as I expected she might, Suzan just let out a long breath of air.

"Faaaaaaaaa."

The warm water continued to flow down onto us as she came back to me. Her eyes filled with love and lust.

"That was very nice," she finally spoke, her voice just barely audible over the water.

Slowly, I set her down on the bench and my penis plopped out. Suzan grabbed me almost at once and began sucking and bobbing her head on me as I stood in front of her on the bench. She was working me mercilessly. Her eyes flashed upward at me as she could feel my balls start to tense. She encircled the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger while her lips and tongue sucked and nibbled on my sensitive cock head. Within moments, she had coaxed what felt like a cup of jizz out of me. Greedily she sucked every drop from me and finally tongued the tip of my dick slit. Now I was the one needing to sit on the bench and I joined her.

"That was amazing," I told her. "And very hot. I love watching your mouth on me. It was just like that morning."

"I loved doing it, baby," she smiled back at me. "I loved watching the look on your face, as you emptied yourself in my mouth! And, your cum tastes so good."

"I guess we need to get showered and out of here shortly," I said after a bit.

With all of our sexual exploits, we barely got out before checkout. We were packed and ready to go just in time, which was around eleven for our condo. It left just enough time that we could have a nice sit down Sunday lunch, get back on the road and arrive back at our places before too terribly late. It seemed like timing couldn't be more perfect.

When I let Suzan buy lunch, she was so happy. It didn't really sit right with me, but that was just because Dad had taught me that the gentleman always pays. I know that is old school and perhaps a little chauvanistic. In my case, though, I felt bad letting someone who worked pay for me while I had my Dad paying my way. He had allotted a certain portion of my college fund - over and above tuition, books, meals, and lodging, for 'fun stuff'. The whole of my freshman year, I had maybe purchased one or two albums and seen a movie or two, so I had - I figured - about twice what the trip had cost, thus far, remaining in my 'fun fund'. Still, I let her pay because she wanted so very much to contribute to the cost of the trip. Allowing her to pay made her happy - and that made me happy.

Getting into the Taurus for the trip back, she asked, "Did you want me to play some of what you brought?"

"Sure, I have a lot of music that's similar to what you brought," I said.

She smiled broadly, and slid my thumb drive into the slot, and the music began to play. As I'd told her, there were some duplicates of tunes that she'd had, on her thumb drive. There were also some 'special songs. I'd recalled the morning that I'd first visited her apartment, and what she'd said about all the songs with "Susan" in the title or lyrics, and researched them. Most of them were on the 'sad' side, but there were a couple - 'Susan', by The Buckinghams, and "Symphony For Susan", by The Lettermen - that were mostly happy songs - as well as being songs that were easy enough for me to sing along with, once I'd learned the lyrics.

Also in the mix was one particular song that I'd planted, that would play at least five times in the three hours it would take us on the drive home. 'Wouldn't It Be Nice,' by the Beach Boys, kind of summarized the emotions and thoughts I'd been having lately and now especially, after this trip. There was no way that my baritone-tenor range could match Brian Wilson's falsetto on the lead vocals, but that wasn't important. The words were, and the second verse of the song held the key:

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up

In the morning when the day is new,

And after having spent the day together,

Hold each other close the whole night through?

I hoped I was planting a seed that might grow in her mind. There were only three copies of it on the drive with slightly different names so we did hear it more than once. I'd also planted one of her new favorite songs a couple times the new song by Coldplay, 'Paradise'.

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The end of October found Suzan and I doing great as study and lab partners. We'd also gotten into a fairly regular habit of being bed partners, and terms of endearment such as 'honey', 'baby' or 'sweetie' slowly began to replace first names whenever one of us addressed the other. She never called me Tom, but I frequently called her Suz. I got the feeling I was the only person whom she allowed to do so.

Friday nights were always the big nights for our bedroom romps, because she worked weekdays and had started working evenings on Saturday and Sunday, after the beach trip, because she wanted to contribute to our date-fund. It became readily apparent, at least to me, that what we should do was to become roommates. She had financial aid for tuition, books, and meals, and was working primarily to pay for her portion of the rent on her shared apartment. The beach trip seemed to spur anew her need to earn money. Logic suggested that, if she moved in with me, we could keep each other satisfied, focus more on our studies, and save some money in the bargain. It would be a true win-win scenario, right? I just wasn't sure how to bring it up to her.

The first time I thought about trying was after I gave Suzan her first 'official' guitar lesson. She'd stopped taking lessons with the guy at the guitar shop when he went upped his lesson fee. I had offered to teach her. When I was done with the lesson... well it all got messed up. I don't know exactly how it came out wrong, but somehow she felt like she needed to pay me, and I wasn't having it. She was so independent.

I didn't want to force the issue, but I did try to work our conversations toward the topic of living together on a couple different occasions. On each of these subsequent occasions, my timing was slightly off and, luckily, I narrowly decided against broaching the subject. The next time I was angling to work it into conversation, she was in a pretty dour mood because of issues with someone at work. I got the impression that the person was someone with whom she'd been romantically involved. I figured it was better to keep my mouth shut and seem a fool, than open it and remove any doubt. The last time, she was lamenting the time that work took her away from study, but then she proceeded to talk herself into the freedom that it gave her. I definitely wanted to avoid having her think I was trying to make her dependent upon me.

Finally, one Friday evening, it happened very naturally. We finished another lab write-up together, and then she and I each had some homework for different classes. She was already staying over several nights a week but almost always Friday and Saturday. We both worked separately on our assignments at the kitchen table in the straight-back chairs.

She struck up the conversation casually. "You know what we need?"

"A sex break?" I asked hopefully.

"You always want a sex break, silly. What we need is a sofa or a couple of easy chairs."

I noticed the use of we, both times, so I took the opening. "Well, then, I guess that we should go shopping."

"When should we go?" she asked.

"I'm thinking tomorrow morning, after - "

"You are insatiable," she interrupted me and laughed.

"I was going to say, 'breakfast', but that other thing would be okay, as well," I chuckled.

"You men are all alike," she laughed, "always thinking with your little heads!"

"True, but I'm also thinking - and, this time, it's with my big head - that maybe you should just move in with me, while you're at it," I said, hoping her rejection would not be too harsh. "After all, you spend most of your time - and not a few overnights - here, anyway!"

Her eyes lit up like those of a kid on Christmas morning.

"You mean it?" she asked.

"Yeah, I mean it! Would I ask a question like that, if I didn't? I've been trying to think of a way to ask you, for several weeks, but you spoke so often about the freedom that having your own place gave you."

"Honey, the 'freedom' I was talking about was the freedom from having to live in a cramped dorm room with a roommate - assigned by the college - which I can't get along with. Sharing an apartment with you? That's - what is it, that you Texans say? A horse of a different color?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her turn of phrase. She had been hanging out with me so much that her imitation of my drawl pretty much nailed it. Her eyes danced with mirth as she jumped up to straddle my lap. She was kissing me furiously before I even knew what had hit me. At that moment, I wished we had a couch already. How many times had we started out in one of these hard chairs, only to have to break for a more natural positioning on the bed? Rather than breaking the kiss, I stood up with her still straddling me. Her legs wrapped more tightly around me, and I headed towards the bed.

At the bed I undressed her slowly. We had taught each other how our bodies worked so well over the past few months. Going slowly made her arousal all the stronger. Each piece of clothing taken off was folded and placed on the dresser. Once she was fully naked on the bed, I disrobed for her, slowly, and she stared at me with rapt anticipation. I joined her in bed and kissed her deeply for several minutes. Then I broke the kiss and touched her lightly with my fingers and traced kisses through her erogenous areas. Her body quivered in anticipation. Finally, I worked my way down to her vagina. She'd taken to a completely nude look, after the beach trip. I found the sensation wonderful and, apparently, so did she, as my mouth engulfed most of her.

I ate her like that for a long time. At some point I figured I might pushing it too far, so I changed my focus and worked my middle and ring finger into her gently. I had made Suzan squirt several more times with my penis during love making, but now I wanted to see if I could find the elusive G-spot with my fingers. After a few minutes, I thought I'd gotten it. It was well inside, on the roof of her vagina, kind of spongy and textured like a walnut shell, just like all the how-to texts I'd read said it would be. I hoped my hands weren't hurting her, but soon found that she was shooting a stream of fluid on my hand as she convulsed. I resumed munching on her and slurping the fluid greedily.

"Ohhhh, faaawk, oh fuck, mmmm - uh - oh my gaawd, right there. Don't stop!" she exclaimed, as she bucked wildly.

I continued to strum her like my guitar, and couldn't get that Beatles tune, 'While my guitar gently weeps', out of my head. Her decent was slow, after I led her through a series of orgasms. I continued to lap at her gently and finished with a light kiss.

Climbing up beside her, I laid on the bed. After a few more moments I wistfully asked, "So is that a 'yes' then?"

Her face lit up with her laughter. I'd have paid good money just to hear that sweet sound. Soon she was atop me, kissing me and positioning herself on my straining cock. Her slickness helped guide me in to what had become a very tight vaginal canal. She had been quite tight during our very first session those weeks ago at the beach, her orgasm from manipulating her G-spot seemed to have made Suzan even tighter.

"Suz...." I screamed out her name as she finally forced herself down upon me.

She began a slow, rhythmic grind, on me, that built rapidly. Every time I got close she would slow things back down. She was building me up for a climax like I'd never had. Over and over she would increase her tempo until she was pounding me so forcefully that the tip of my cock would begin hitting her cervix. Then, backing, off she'd bring me down slowly. Every peak she brought me to was, higher and more intense than the one before. Both our bodies were glistening with perspiration. She bent down and whispered in my ear.

"I'll let you know after this."

With that, she unleashed herself. Her tempo increased into a twitching motion that rocked her hips while most of her upper torso remained still. I couldn't help but thrust my hips up to meet her. Her hands grasped my shoulders for support as she used the strength to culminate the session. Her beautiful petite breasts were just there in front of my face and I couldn't resist as I sat slightly forward to take the left one in my mouth. The shock wave that went through her caused a tightening in her vaginal muscles that pushed us both over the edge together.

Never releasing her nipple from my mouth, I thrashed beneath her as a new flood of liquid rushed around my cock. Stream after stream erupted from my cock in what had to have been the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My cock remained firm and I continued pounding her even as she froze up during the final moment of her climax.

"Yes, yes, yes, Tommy! The answer is yes! Ohh, fuck, don't stop!"

I wasn't stopping. I wanted to hear another yes, and wound up hearing several. Eventually, of course, I had to stop, because I was running out of steam. She collapsed, exhausted, on top of me. We remained in bed the rest of the evening, softly stroking and petting one another. Light kisses and tender looks were exchanged. We were moving to the next level, and my love was moving in with me.

The next morning, she was up with the roosters. Okay, there weren't any roosters, but it was early. Her excitement over getting a piece of furniture was a mystery to me. She dragged me out of bed and into the shower.

"This is going to be such fun," she said as she lathered up her hair.

I tried to be as enthused about it as she was, "Yeah, it'll be nice to have a sofa."

I must not have been very convincing. Suzan grabbed my semi-stiff pecker and stroked it. Mischief was definitely in her eyes.

"I thought we were going shopping," I said stupidly.

"You want me to stop?"

"No."

What followed undoubtedly tied our Sunday morning at Myrtle Beach for the most fun I'd ever had in a shower. It wasn't a long romp but it definitely woke me up and made me more enthusiastic about shopping for a sofa.

The shopping trip consisted of going to about four different furniture stores, looking for a sofa we could both agree on, and afford. It was in the fourth store that we found one that'd work. She insisted on contributing half, so we were in it together. We had it delivered the following Thursday, since that was my light day. The sofa was really something between a love seat and a sofa. It fit neatly on the open wall of the entry room.

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The move was a foregone conclusion, and I hadn't even realized the impact until we were doing it. A couple days after that night when she'd said yes, she arranged for a small rental truck to gather her stuff. The couch had arrived Thursday, and we were at her place Friday, packing and loading the truck with her few possessions. Most of her stuff was boxes of clothing, but a chair and a desk were among her things. She was giving away her bed (mine was bigger), but had a dresser that was larger than mine. It all fit into the efficiency, since we hadn't gone overboard with our furniture purchase.