"Oh yeah, yeah. First year." He sighs, "Just sadly stuck at home for the duration."
"I'd have killed a family member if I stayed home, so I work a part time job and keep clear of prison." Mary chuckles and as he laughs with her she realises she's inviting a guy with no name to her home.
"Erm, I guess it's a little late in the proceedings to ask this, but what, is your name?"
"Oh yeah, I'm Ben and you are?"
"Mary." She replies, holding out her hand. He takes it and shakes it. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Ditto." She giggles, enjoying the light headed joy of the moment. Sometimes it pays to be forward.
***
"The popping has stopped." She announces, opening the microwave door and shaking the fat paper bag gingerly between my fingertips. "Let the movie commence."
Mary walks over and sits down on the single bed, her back to the wall, next to Ben, who points the remote at the TV which breaks into life.
"Good popcorn." He grins, pressing his fingers into the bag again and brushing against her hand.
"Thank you, it took me ages to prepare." They smile at each, both uncertain of what might happen next, both longing for more, yet hesitant to press forward.
An eerie moaning sound comes to them through the door and suddenly there is an almighty banging and whooping that scares the popcorn right out of Mary's hand and all over the floor.
"Shit." She yells, grabbing onto Ben's arm.
"It's okay. It's just guys mucking about."
She hears the laughter as it echoes down the corridor and she flushes, shaking her head.
"I told you I was a scaredy-cat, didn't I?"
He nods, his hand now resting on the top of her arm, hers still gripping on to him for dear life.
"Yeah, but it's okay, I'll protect you." He leans in and Mary watches as his lips come closer and closer then touch her own. It is the spark they needed to take action. As their lips come together their bodies follow and their arms snake around each other, stroking and caressing.
His fingers reach up into her hair, stroking it out of the way. Their mouths meld to each other, her body turns away from the wall and he pushes her lower and lower till she is lying flat on the bed and he is towering over her.
They pant, held in this intimate position. Mary bites her bottom lip and wonders what will happen next. She raises her hand to his face and caresses him. She frowns as the silken material of her long-length gloves prevent her from feeling his skin beneath her fingers.
He nips at her fingers with his teeth and grasps the material of the middle finger of her glove. She gently pulls back and the silken material travels up her arm until her hand is free and her glove is hanging from between his lips. She removes it, throwing it over her head and sensuously runs her other gloved fingers over his lips. He nips again and captures the glove, the action repeated and this time, as the glove leaves his mouth, he plunges his head forward and captures her mouth with his own.
His kisses slip sexily down her cheek to her neck. He nibbles and sucks, eager and excited by her moans that whisper past his ear. He kisses lower, feeling the flutter of her pulse as she arches her neck back, offering her body to him. He nibbles lower until he is pressed against the material of her dress. His lips linger in the centre of the material wall, just between her red covered breasts. She arches her back and his hand slips underneath her. Coaxing her higher with his kisses, he captures the zip and eases it down her back, giving him the freedom to move the material down and off her breasts.
She holds her breath as her breasts wobble and settle into their natural and less perky positions but his visage of glazed lust does not change. His kisses continue down into her cleavage, pausing only to decide which soft hillock to climb. His hand gently cups one breast and squeezes reverently as his lips seek out and find the puckered nub of the other.
Mary groans, her mind and body zinging with pleasure. Ben's lips are pumping ecstasy into her body, filling her up, priming her for an explosion. He breaks his grip, sits back and strips off his shirt.
"I need to feel my skin caressing yours." He groans, pressing his chest down on hers and reaching for her lips. As they kiss, her hands run down his back and clasp at his trousers. He lifts up and her hands slip round him, nervously popping open the button and pulling down the zip.
She pulls away from his kiss,
"I've never..." She starts,
"No, neither have I." He replies.
"Really?" Mary is surprised. He's so handsome and confident, how can he still be a virgin? He rolls to his side, on the very edge of the small bed.
"Really," he replies. "I was just, well, I got carried away, I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No. Oh hell, no," she rolls to her side and runs a hand up and down Ben's arm. "Quite the opposite, actually."
She blushes, lowering her eyes.
"Well, we can stop you know, right now, or we can, you know, find out what comes next."
Mary looks up, "I don't think I want to stop, Ben."
"Good, neither do I," he grins. "But we can stop at any time, right?"
"Yeah." She smiles. "Oh, yeah."
He is poised above her, looking down into her bright eyes and thanking his lucky stars that he agreed to go out tonight. He leans in and kisses her as she slips his trousers lower. He shakes his legs, one at a time till the jeans pool around his feet and he can slip them off completely. She wiggles her hips and he feels her against his hard cock. She places her hands on hr hips and tugs the material down stopping at her thighs. "Let me help." He smiles, leaning back on his knees and taking the material bunched material in his hands. He pulls it down, scooching back till he can pull it away. He moves back between her thighs and quickly bends down to kiss her once more. Their bodies mould together, two thin pieces of material the only things left to save their modesty.
The door is rattled once more, thumped and screamed at, making Mary scream and jump forward, clinging to Ben. Her flesh shakes with shock and fear. Laughter echoes down the corridor and Ben holds her tight.
"Bloody wankers," he curses. "Scared the life out of me then."
"Me too," Mary lets out a shuddering breath. "But I think you could've guessed that." She laughs and loosens her grip on his shoulders, kissing his collarbone and smiling.
"Roll on Christmas." Ben chuckles and Mary nods her head. "Oh yes. I like Christmas."
"Although, this Halloween is turning out to be pretty good, I have to say." He smirks, running a hand down her skin and resting on her hip.
"I agree," She gasps as he pushes her back to the bed and continues to kiss down her body, her flesh coming alive once more. Like static on a TV screen, her skin jumps and fizzes where his lips land. Quickly they sink down to her breasts and lower to her stomach. She holds her breath, conscious about her belly that wobbles and gives as he kisses. His groans of approval wipe all doubt from her mind and she concentrates on all the positive sensations flooding her body.
Mary gasps as his hand grasps the edge of her knickers. He slips them down a fraction and looks into her eyes. She nods slightly, giving him permission to slip them further. He takes that permission and slowly edges the red satin down off her hips. She spreads her thighs a little as he pulls lower and she feels from her feminine lips and drags them down to her ankles where he pulls them away.
Mary shivers, part in fear of the unknown but mostly in anticipation. He presses his body along her leg, enveloping it in a body-tight hug and seeking out her sweet, plump lips once more. She moans as his hands slip down between their bodies and gasps as his trembling fingers probe into her fine pubic hair. Mary automatically spreads her thighs to let his fingers slip lower. She presses her mouth more eagerly into his, her hand resting on his shoulder grasping tight as his touch sends pulses of delight screaming up and down every neural pathway available.
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