Chapter 10: All Night Long

 



     "What's...under...this...bed?" gasps Freida-Mae as the springs squeak with each thrust. 

"T...V...room," I groan from under her, inching closer to bursting. 

"Then let's get under the sheets," she gushes, rolling off and kicking off flip-flops.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?" I query, offering one last chance to not regret it in the morning.

"Oui oui," she laughs hitting the light as she unfurls a tube top over slim shoulders. "But let's keep on underpants."



     It was a new experience making out with such an assertive woman. I only knew of dominance and submission as historical terms from Tess of the d'Urbervilles, an assigned book in last year's colloquy class on Literature and Film. In my experience, tops and bottoms were parts of the softball uniforms that I'd passed out in previous seasons, but at least I knew enough to go along with a good thing when it was slapping me in the face.

     I knew from my Childcraft encyclopedias that Freida-Mae's slipping into French was not just a random romantic act. Lebanon had been a French colony between the world wars, and her family were Catholics who had embraced the colonial order. English was her fourth language behind Arabic in general, Francais in East Beirut, and Latin for the Maronite masses. Still, her reverting to one of her native languages was tres magnifique at that particular moment.



     "Now you're up," she charges, rolling onto her back and holding up the cotton sheet as the earthy aroma of her arousal draws me in.  

"My pressure," I laugh, straddling her hips and sitting upright to view her contrasting darks and pales in the dim light filtering through my room's guillotine window.

"Hold them!" she commands, pulling my hands over bijou breasts and squirming to bring groin into groin.

"Ah, sorry," I gasp, unable to hold back from releasing into my Fruit of the Looms.

"L'idiot," she groans, punching me in the chest with a surprisingly strong fist before rolling over, settling into my spoon, and sliding my fingers over the dampness at the bottom of her panties.




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