C18 (3)

"Oh Godddd." I moaned.

Her eyes went wide, glancing around. I needed to be quiet. My mind racing. Sara raised her hips slid back again, and moved her hand between her legs.

Fuck, oh fuck.

Her hand slid between her legs, and the movement under her robe took on the unmistakable movement and steady rhythm. She was masturbating, squeezing her thighs around her hand. I wanted to kiss her as she did that. Kiss her neck and watch her lift her chin up. I knew I was in love with her. I always had been. That she was doing this. Our bodies were formed to the other. I knew her every thought. Her head turned to the side. She had pulled her robe closed now, not needing to be ready for the distraction of Mark, which next moment actually did occur. He walked in and sat down, she stopped all movement but left her hand where it was.

When, he got up again and wandered off I asked, "What does he do?" surprising her. She began masturbating again as I stroked my cock.

"Oh, he has papers he goes through, things he fixes. The garage."

Silence again, hands roaming. Her cheeks flushed, and she was squirming now.

"Good show." I said signaling to the TV.

"You like it." She smiled.

I just watched, and she continued, breathing deep. Her hand moving faster, chewing her lower lip, tipping her head back. Eyes closed now. It was too much. I ached. My hand running along my cock. I realized that at this point I could not bear a second longer, and began to scratch my fingers along my cock, I needed release. I was going to give my own show, and I needed to cum. Pressing, scratching along the length of my cock. She watched me with her eyes half closed.

I watched until the tell tale spasm of her body, the squeeze of her thighs, signaling a delicious little orgasm; and my cock sprayed inside my pants, leaving a stain.

We couldn't talk, we were idiots, masturbating for each other, watching each other cum.

So this is weaning.

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Weaning can happen with words too.

It was afternoon, a lovely day and we were outside on the back patio.

"Sara. You remember that first night, we shared a bed."

Her eye twinkled a moment, she answered evenly. "What about it?"

"Just seeing if you do. Best night of my life."

"Pervert."

She was cross stitching. A very unlike Sara thing to do.

"I can remember everything." She was silent. That light outside the window made you glow, I can remember how you look when you sleep. You had shifted right next to me, and for some reason, you probably didn't even know, but I lay my hand right at your stomach."

She looked up at me, "I was not asleep. Don't know why I let you. It was - nice. You were sweet."

"It's the first time I thought of you as sexy."

She laughed, "it's the first time I thought of you as a pervert."

"It was innocent."

"it was nice. It wasn't innocent."

"I fell back asleep like that, with my hand on you. And when I woke up my hand was in the exact same spot on you, but your bare skin."

She sighed. "That was because of ME actually. I lay there awake, your hand on my tummy. I wanted to feel it on my skin, it felt so nice against me, warm and heavy. I tugged and tugged my nightshirt up, and when your hand was safe there right against me, the warmth of your bare hand, I lay my head in your shoulder and then, finally, I could sleep. I remember the warmth."

I had never heard that part, she never said anything about it.

"You never said that."

"No, considering what happened next."

"I massaged you."

"Yes, you did." She stretched out at the thought. Yes she was feline.

"I knew you weren't asleep?"

"No. Your hand, the moment it moved. Your every move I was aware of. Little circles over my tummy." She looked down at her swollen belly. "I thought you were going to touch my breast, and that's why I took your hand. But you were a persistent little bugger."

"I wasn't sure you had even been awake. You didn't pull your top down. And you kept holding my hand, so warm. Your breathing."

She closed her eyes. "Stop."

"That is when I looked at you."

She blushed, "Stop."

"We were just covered by that sheet and I peaked at you. The light in the room illuminated your body. Burned in my memory. So beautiful, those white panties. First time I ever saw your breasts.

"I don't have that body any more."

"Oh you are still beautiful."

She smiled. "You can be sweet. And then I let go, and that hand of yours went right back at it. I hoped you would though. It felt nice to be touched, I knew you were looking at me. You looked ridiculous with your head under the covers. I let it happen. I shouldn't have but, I did. You were touching my panties now and I was like, this has to stop. I wanted it, but knew it was wrong. I took your hand again. I had to stop you."

"Oh god. I was so mortified when you looked at me under the sheet. Your growl, 'Get up Here'"

"It was then I knew just how WELL you could see me. Pervert."

"I apologized."

"HA. You are always apologizing."

"You held my hand again."

"Yes I did. 'You like looking don't ya.'" That was same phrase she used before. She remembered everything just like me. "The next night was when I was really conflicted about it, about you. It was so wrong. I was pretty vulnerable then. I did not feel all that pretty, hadn't had a good boyfriend in a long time. Excited about being in a bathing suit, and suddenly I have this boy in my bed."

"It was you who teased me with a description of the panties you were wearing that day. And, YOU also were the one who rolled your top up again."

She continued her stitching, "Guilty as charged. At that point I wanted you to touch me again, I admit it."

"And I did."

"Oh, yeah. You did all right. I was in shock. We did a lot."

"You were wide awake. You were a feline then. I just rubbed you, your hands, arm."

"My breasts. Mmmm." Her mmmm came out without her fully conscious of it.

"You loved it. Your eyes on me as I did it the whole time. I'll never forget. And I was good, I let go when you wanted. We fell asleep with my hands on you."

"I can't call it sleep. I felt everything. I was melting. Every time you woke you would rub my body, and break me down."

"The feel of you. I could do it all night."

"You did."

"You let me rub you everywhere, didn't move at all. You did have small panties, and I so remember running my hand across the very top of them. Mmmmm."

"Make me crazy."

She was squeezing her legs together.

"You were so bad, god how you wanted to touch my breasts. Teasing around them, just along the edges. And THEN! You didn't grab THEM! You grabbed me, god, your hand went right to my pussy. Ohhh, I was not expecting THAT! Pussy tames you good."

"Your first growl."

"God. We weren't even alone in the room that night. I could NOT make noise. Oh," she shook her head. "Stop." She had set the stitching down and lay her hand over her crotch. "It hurts."

"I pushed my hand into those panties. You were such a cat, pushing against me wherever I touched you. I wanted to see if you were wet, and you burst. Oh god you burst."

"It was everything I could do to stop you. Our folks in the next bed. I took your hand then!"

"Yes. And when the negotiations began, the ones that could never hold."

"The summits."

"You can touch me here and not here, you can squeeze my tits but not play with my nipples. Fuck. Jason! You have me so wet right now."

"You were the one who invited me back into your bed. And pulled me up against your back."

"Yes. Next to go, my panties."

She looked at me. Her eyes met mine, liquid lust. I had touched something in her just then.

"It was our first night we had sex." She closed her eyes. "The sweetest, softest, baddest sex I'd ever had. I can't remember how many times."

I slid my chair closer and put my hand on her neck, she lifted her chin, let me draw my hand down her front and lightly stroke her breasts over her top. She did not move, let me stroke her body, her arms, her lips, down her throat. I squeezed and held her breasts, felt their weight. Her chin fell and she watched my hand.

I whispered to her, "You're not the kind of person who anyone gets over."

"You have any idea how horny a pregnant woman is?"

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And those eyes.

I saw tears. "I remember everything. You are not someone I can say no to you know."

And she took my hand, let out such a deep sigh. Held my hand between her knees.

"We can't."