Hillary by loyalsock

Hillary by loyalsockHillary was getting bored. She sat staring off into space from herdorm window. Today was one of the times she wondered what made her goto school on the West coast. Far from home and few good friends, shestarted to feel all alone among the native Californians.As she watched the other students walk along the path below her window,she suddenly caught her breath as around the corner came an incrediblygorgeous guy. She watched intently as he walked by, admiring his sunbronzedmuscles rippling under his shirt, the muscular legs, firm ass, the confidentway he walked. She watched until he was out of sight, and finally lookedaround for something better to do.Her eyes lit on her bikini, thrown off-handedly over the back of achair, next to a steamy romance novel. She grinned, thinking to herself,"Just what I need. Sunbathe on the roof and a little appropriate readingmatter, considering my mood." She did have to admit to herself, she washorny as hell, and since she had nothing to for it, perhaps a nap in the sunmight calm her nerves.She quickly changed into the bikini, pausing to admire herself in themirror. She knew the only reason she had such trouble finding a man oncampus was her own nerves. Her body was fine, better than fine. Herbreasts were firm, and well-rounded, without seeming over large. She raiseda hand to cup one, noting that it would just fill the palm of the averageman. She slid her hands down her waist and over her gently rounded hips.Not an ounce of unappealing fat; her curves were just right. Everythingabout her screamed romance, if only she wouldn't get tongue-tied every timea good looking male so much as glanced at her!Grabbing her towel and the book, she quickly headed for the roof,trying to ignore the warmth that had begun to spread throughout her lowerlimbs as she had examined her body. Even now, her nipples tightned as shethought of someone's hand - perhaps the man she had just seen - circling herbreast, brushing his thumb over her nipples. Groaning in frustration, Hillaryran for the stairs to the roof.Upon arriving at the roof, Hillary was glad to see it unoccupied. Shefelt her thoughts were written all over her face, and she knew she wasblushing. Spreading the towel, she lay down on her back, legs spreadslightly, to read.As she read, she began to wish she hadn't chosen that particular book.As the hero and heroine celebrated their wedding night, in ever so explicitdetail, Hillary could feel that familiar warmth spreading through her. Sheglanced around but saw no one."What could it hurt?" she asked herself quietly, glancing around oncemore to make sure she really was alone. "I'm twelve stories above theground, and I've never seen anyone else sunbathe or anything else here.It's private."She squirmed uncomfortable as she began to read again. One hand slidupwards, seemingly of its own accord, and brushed lightly over the hardenednipple of one breast. Hillary moaned, nearly dropping the book at the shockof pleasure the simple touch sent through her. Once more, she tried toignore her feelings and return to reading. Again her hand moved, this timesliding down the side of her waist, across her flat belly until it reachedthe slightly damp place between her legs. At the shock of the touch, Hillarydropped the book beside her and gave up all pretense.Hillary was so hot she no longer cared whether she was alone or not. Allshe knew was that something had to be done about this, and she was the onlyone there to do it. One hand slipped under the edge of her bikini bottoms,between the warm folds to find her swollen pleasure center. The touch sentwaves of heat rolling through her, and she moaned loudly, her hips thrustingforward. Her other hand rose to her breast, where she rolled her nipplebetween her fingers. Her hips moved gently against her finger, whichslipped easily in the moistness. She could feel the pressure building, andher second hand slipped to her waist to join the first under her now soakedbikini bottoms. She moaned again, rubbing the swollen bud of pleasure whileher other finger slipped deep inside herself. The feeling of her fingersliding through the warm wet of her own juices intensified the building ofher feelings, and she knew she was about to go over the edge. She openedher eyes, and gave into her fantasies, imagining the tanned face of the manshe had seen earlier bending over her, whispering to her. Her hips archedupward, hard against her hand, and the world exploded.Slowly she came back to reality, and blushed as she remembered the loudcry she had made as she came. As the throbbing subsided, she tried tofigure out how to get back downstairs, now that the bottom of her suit wasdrenched, and opened her eyes."Hello there."For a minute Hillary thought she must be dreaming. Surely there couldn'tbe anyone else on the roof, and certainly not a someone with a voice thatsounded so thrilling. She turned her head towards the source of the voice,and felt the world drop out from under her.Sitting cross legged next to her, hands clasped in his lap, was the manshe had seen earlier. He was looking at her, a faintly amused expression onhis face. "I came up here to sunbathe.""So did I," Hillary said quietly, a blush spreading across her cheeks."There's usually no one else here. I like to be alone."The stranger chuckled. "I think I can see why."Hillary blushed again, and looked away. "How long have you been here?"Her voice was barely audible, and she could feel his breath on her shoulderas he leaned close to catch her words."Long enough to see that your body acts as beautifully as it is made,"he said quite seriously.Blushing to the tips of her ears, Hillary stood up and wrapped the towelaround her waist. Not looking at the stranger, she leaned over the pick upher book (presenting a wonderful rear view as she did so), and then ran forthe door. "Good going, Hillary. Now you have not only managed to embarassyourself in conversation, but in other ways as well!" She didn't know howshe could ever forget this afternoon, but wished she could, and soon.**Rob turned to watch the girl leave, feeling an aching in his groin.When he had stepped through the door to the roof, he had not expected tofind anyone else there, and was frankly looking for a chance to get awayfrom the rest of the campus. However, when he had rounded the corner, hehad first heard her, and then seen her. He had hesitated, feeling his cockgrow hard as he watched her in silence, and then he had moved closer. Shehadn't seemed to notice as he sat next to her, watching intently. Hismanhood throbbed intensely as she exploded into orgasm, and he consideredtaking advantage of the situation, but didn't, waiting instead for her tocome out of the clouds and open her eyes.She had blushed quite nicely upon sighting him, and he realized thatshe really was quite attractive, as well as very nicely shaped. However, inher embarassment she had left so quickly he had not even had the chance tofind out who the unusual girl was. He didn't recall having met her before,and he was positive he would have remembered her. He smiled again, thinkingof her, then groaned in frustration. Somehow, someway, he had to find outwho she was.Hillary stepped into the room, slowly shutting the door behind her,letting the towel drop to the floor in a crumpled heap."Hey, k**do!" her roomate's cheery voice greeted her. "Beensunbathing on the roof again?"Hillary blushed before she could stop herself and turned away so Lindsaywouldn't see her expression. "Yes," she said softly. She went to herdresser and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts and quickly changed. Afterregaining her composure, she asked as calmly as possible, "Hey, Lins, youever see this really cute guy around -- looks kinda like..." She describedthe man from the roof as best she could.Lindsay thought a moment, then grinned. "Sounds like Rob Warren.What an incredibly gorgeous man!" She glanced at Hillary. "Why, got the hotsfor the guy?"Hillary sat Ankara escort on the bed, drawing her legs up close, her chin leaning onher hands as she stared at the floor. "No," she mumbled. "I just wonderedwho he was. 'Sides, you *know* how useless I am when it comes to talking toguys."Lindsay chuckled. "Find him at a party, after you've had a fewdrinks. That'll loosen your tongue.""Somehow I think it'll take more than that in this case," Hillarymuttered so quietly Lindsay didn't know she had spoken. "How could I have*done* that?"**As the week went on, Rob found himself watching the girls who passedthrough the dorm, and it was a while before he realized he was looking forthe girl on the roof. However, he never saw anyone who looked like her, andafter two days was ready to give up his search.He was sitting in the lounge, leaning back, feet up on the chair, thebook he was reading for his English class open and ignored on his lap. Hestared out at the rain dripping down the window. It had rained since thatday on the roof, casting a pall over everything at the California campus.Rob chuckled to himself. Not even a chance to sunbathe on the roof again."Hey, Rob! You reading that book or hoping to absorb the plotthrough your skin?"Rob looked in the direction of the cheerful voice to see a classmateof his walking towards him. He recognized the blond, although he didn'tknow her name, as a vivacious girl from his English class. He greeted herand motioned for her to sit.She perched on the edge of the chair opposite him and said cheerily."I'm Lindsay."He nodded. She didn't say anything more, so he resorted to smalltalk. "Bitch of a book to read, hm?" He gestured at the novel in his lap.Lindsay shrugged. "I read it last year for another class, so no bigdeal." She glanced at him. "Do you know a Hillary Riley?" she asked out ofthe blue.Rob thought a bit. "Can't say I do. Why?""She's my roomate. She was asking about you."Rob's eyes narrowed. Could it be... "What's she like?"Lindsay described her roomate. There was *nothing* she liked betterthan a little matchmaking, especially where her overly shy roomate wasconcerned.As Rob listened, he felt his body react as he realized Hillary was thegirl he had been looking for her. He had been waking in the morning todreams of her... he had seen her in his fantasies... and now he could havethe chance to find the girl. He grinned. "Why don't you give me hernumber, or tell me where to find her? You say she's shy? Maybe I can dosomething about that..."Lindsay took a piece of paper from the notebook she had tucked underher arm. "Her schedule's on there too." She grinned in return. "Goodluck. You'll likely need it."**Hillary groaned in frustration. Her math class had to be the most*utterly* boring class to take. Each day she sat through the class, staringat walls, daydreaming, just letting her mind wander. She glanced at herwatch. Just about time for the professor to start winding up. Then finallyhe was done. With a sigh of relief, Hillary packed up her notebook and book,tucked them under her arm, and hurriedly left the room.As she hurried through the door and around the corner, she muttered"Excuse me," to the large body that suddenly blocked her way. When itdidn't move, she glanced up angrily. "*Excuse* me..." her voice trailedoff as she recognized who stood in front of her.Rob grinned down at her. "Fancy meeting you here."Hillary felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing to the tips ofher toes. She stepped sideways and moved forward more quickly than he couldblock her way again. As she hurried away, Rob watched her retreatingback, an amused smile on his face.**Hillary was curled up in her room studying, despite the sun having onceagain returned. She preferred to study on the roof, but after the lasttime... her face grew red and her body betrayingly warm with the memory.She shook her head and tried to concentrate on work.A knock on her door once again distracted her, and she threw it open."Yes?"A young man stood before her, holding a vase filled with roses."Delivery for Hillary Riley," the man intoned. "Is this the right address?"Hillary nodded, dumbfounded. For her? She took the roses and with ashaky hand signed the receipt. As she closed the door she checked for acard. Setting down the roses on her bureau, she plucked the tiny blueenvelope from between the flowers. Opening it nervously, she read, "Do youknow how hot you make me? I keep remembering what I saw and want *so* muchto see more... -Rob"She dropped the card as if it were on fire, and then just as quicklypicked it up again before her roomate could find it. She looked around,panicked, wondering where to hide the card. She finally tucked deep insideher socks drawer and tried futilely to return to studying.**Lindsay smoothed her miniskirt over her flat stomach and checked herappearance in the mirror. Hillary watched from where she was curled up on herbed. "You look fine, Lins. Leave it be."Lindsay turned to stare at her roomate. "You should come with me,Hillary. It's not like its any big deal or anything."Hillary shrugged. "You know I don't like big parties.""You're shy, I know." Lindsay sighed. "Meg, you're *never* going toget to meet anybody if you don't try." She walked over to Hillary's closetand started going through the clothes. Pulling out a peasant blouse andshort skirt, she tossed them to Hillary, adding a pair of nylons and flats tothe pile of clothes. "Get dressed."Hillary looked up to see Lindsay standing before her, hands on her hips,a determined expression on her face. "What?" She glanced from her roomateto the pile of clothes on the bed, and back to her roomate again. "You mustbe joking.""No joke." Lindsay reached out to pull Hillary's arms until the girl wasstanding before her. "Now, are you going to get dressed or do I have to doit for you?"Seeing there was no way out of the situation, Hillary quickly strippedand dressed again. She looked at the peasant blouse Lindsay had chosen andstarted to exchange it for another top, but Lindsay stopped her. Hillaryblushed at the thought of wearing the blouse, for it was slightlytransparant, and since it was off-the-shoulder, a bra could not be wornunderneath. "Lins, everyone will be able to see *everything*!"Lindsay shrugged. "Look, just dress to kill. Then you won't have toworry about making conversation. No one will notice if you're tongue tiedif you're dressed well enough."Hillary had to smile at that, and realizing that Lindsay wouldn't changeher mind, she hastily finished dressing. The top was very low on her,uncovering the tops of her breasts. She felt as if she would fall out of itshould she do anything too active, like breath. And the skirt... well, shetried to tug it a little longer, but it didn't work, barely covering hernicely shaped ass and no further, showing little and leaving much topleasant imagination."Perfect!" Lindsay gave her a 'thumbs up'. "Now lets go."**The minute they stepped inside the door, Hillary felt crushed by thebodies around her. Lindsay stayed with her only as far as the bar, and thenleft her alone as she moved toward the dance floor, a cute guy on her arm.Hillary watched helplessly after her, and moved over towards the wall, tryingto find a place where she could breathe and sip her drink in relative peace."Do you dance?"Hillary glanced up to see *him* again. Blushing, she turned away. Hetapped her on the shoulder, getting her to glance at him again.He smiled encouragingly. "I just asked if you *danced*. One dancecan't hurt, can it?"She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything. He reached out andgently took the drink from her hand, setting it on a nearby table. Takingher hand, he led her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slowsong playing. Placing his arms around her waist, he drew her close andstarted to sway.Hillary could feel the heat coming from his hands at her back and triedto draw away. He held her pinned Ankara escort bayan in his arms, close to him, and she sawamusement in his eyes when she tried to put more distance between theirbodies.He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, "I have you now, mydear, and I don't intend to let you go."She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face, and tried to smileback, all sane thoughts having fled from her head. This was worse thanbeing simply tongue-tied. She had absolutely no idea what she was thinkingand little control over what she was feeling. His hands were caressing thesmall of her back, and even that simple touch was wreaking havoc with hersenses. She looked up again and saw his eyes gleaming as he watched herface intently. He licked his lips, and her attention focused on that partof his face. He had such nice lips. She wondered what it would feel likeif he kissed her.Rob stared down at the girl in his arms, amazed at what she could doto his body simply by being near him. He was hard and throbbing already,and wanted to do nothing more than get out of there so he could do what wasreally on his mind, and it certainly wasn't dancing. He glanced at her tosee her eyes staring trustingly up at him as his hands stroked her back. Helicked his lips, and saw as her gaze refocused on his mouth. Smilinggently, he bent his head to kiss her.It was fire! Hillary gasped for air as Rob's lips left hers. Themusic stopped, and he released her slowly, and she simply stood there, abewildered expression on her face. In one small part of her mind she wasamazed... it didn't seem to matter how tongue-tied she was at this time...she looked around her and saw that another song had started -- fast andspirited -- and she automatically felt her body start to move in time withthe music. She glanced at Rob and saw a wide grin on his face as hedanced suggestively, smiling only at her. Hillary felt her body respond anddanced in kind, her hips moving teasingly close to his, then she dartedaway... touching his chest gently then moving back... a teasing glance,licking her lips, running her hand down his back and legs... She had alwaysloved to dance, and found now that she didn't need to find the words tospeak, her body could do it for her.Rob knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would burst right here.She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body, teasing him, had himso hot he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms,drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own.Hillary's body melted against his, and she could feel him hot and hardagainst her. She ached to see him, and responded fervently to his kiss,fencing with his tongue, her hands snaking around the back of his neck toplay with the tendrils of his hair at the base of his neck. She moanedagainst his mouth, and as he drew back her eyes pleaded with him to leave.Placing an arm around her shoulder (for which Hillary was grateful -- shewasn't certain she could have remained standing on her own), Rob led herfrom the building, across campus to his room. As he opened the door, Hillarystepped inside, suddenly uncertain again. She hesitated as Rob closed thedoor.He could see her nervousness in her eyes, and knew that he wanted herto feel right about this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought aboutthis often already, and wondered if she had as well. He watched as shelooked around his room."Nice room," she commented in a shaky voice.Rob shrugged. "It's small, even for a single. Why don't you sitdown, I'll be back in a minute."As he left, Hillary looked around for a place to sit, finding a chairpiled high with clothes and books, the bed, and the floor. Eyeing the bednervously, she settled herself on the floor, leaning back against the bed.Now that her mind had returned to her body, she was once more terrified.She *knew* she wanted him, oh God how she knew. She just wasn't sure if shecould do it. She was afraid of being laughed at, of doing something wrong...Rob pushed the door open, carrying with him a bowl filled withice-cubes. Opening the door to his small refrigerator, he pulled out abottle and settled it in the ice. Going to his closet, he pulled out twowine glasses and placed them next to the bottle. Then he noticed whereHillary was sitting. He sighed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense.He sat down on the bed, next to her, and gently touched her shoulders."Hillary, if you want, I'll take you home now."Hillary shook her head and glanced up at him. "I don't want to go home,"she said softly, placing her hand on his knee. "I just..." her voicetrailed off as she couldn't think of what she'd meant to say."Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?" Robasked softly. Hillary blushed and turned away, wishing he hadn't reminded herof that day. He caught her chin in his hand and gently turned her to facehim again. "I mean it," he said. "I've dreamed of that, and of you." Hebent to gently kiss her and felt some of the tension ease out of her."You have?" Hillary said, not quite believing him.He chuckled. "Oh yes, I have." He began massaging her shoulders andfelt her start to relax again, leaning into his strong hands as theycaressed and massaged her muscles. "If you sit up here I can do thisbetter."Hillary stood, stretching with catlike grace, her breasts strainingagainst the thin fabric of her blouse, then sat on the bed. Rob motionedfor her to stay put and got up long enough to pop open the bottle ofchampagne and pour two glasses. He chuckled again. "If I haven't beenthinking about you, then why would I have had this?"Hillary shrugged, not used to this kind of flattery. "You could have hadit for someone else entirely," she said softly.He turned her to face him and set down his glass so he could hold herproperly as he kissed her. "Not for someone else, Hillary. Only for you."He gently tugged on her shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked intoher skirt, reaching up under it so he touched the bare skin of her back.His lips moved over hers as his hands stroked her back, ever so gentlyteasing the swells of her breasts as he almost, but not quite, tried tostroke them.Hillary felt her breath growing shaky and her mind slipped away leavingonly sensation behind. She was grateful that she was sitting, for itsuddenly seemed as if all her bones had turned to mush, no longer supportingher body. She giggled slightly, startling Rob, as she thought of onething that *definitely* shouldn't have turned to mush...He drew back when he felt her giggle, and saw a devilish expression inher eyes. "What is it?" he asked.She grinned impishly. "I was just thinking how every time you touchme, its as if I no longer have any bones inside me at all." She reached outa tentative hand to touch the bulge beneath his pants. "I can't say I dothe same thing to you.""You most certainly don't!." He pulled her against him as he lay backon the bed, bringing her to lie on top of him. She ducked her head as hepulled her shirt over her head in one quick motion. His hands reached up totouch her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, then cupping one breastin each hand. He leaned forward to kiss them. "Very nice," he told herappreciatively. "Almost as good as I dreamed.""Almost!" Hillary acted without thinking and swiped the pillow frombeneath his head, hitting him soundly with it. "It's not nice to insult thegirl you're trying to seduce."He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it until it grewhard under his tongue. "No insult intended," he said slowly, between kisses.Hillary forgot what she had considered an insult, and gave herself up tothe sensations that coursed through her body. Each time his tongue touchedher nipple, it was as if there was a line leading directly to between herlegs, and should could feel herself growing wetter every moment.As he caressed and kissed her, Rob slid his hands under the back ofher short Escort Ankara skirt and began to gently rub her buttocks. "You," he saidsoftly, "have one hell of a nice ass."Hillary slipped out from under his hold to lie beside him. She waited amoment until she had her breathing under control again and commented,playing with a button on his shirt, "It's not fair, you know. You have mehalf undressed already."Rob stood and quickly stripped, leaving Hillary to stare at hiswonderful body. He grinned down at her. "Well?"Hillary stood and slowly, seductively, slipped the skirt and panties overher hips. She then knelt before Rob on the bed, wrapping her arms aroundRob's body. "Nice," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest."Very nice." Her hands snaked up around him, until she reached the base ofhis neck and wound her fingers through his hair. She tugged gently,bringing his lips to meet hers as she leaned back, pulling him down on topof her. Her hands caressed his buttocks as their tongues fenced. Herbreathing grew ragged as Rob rolled over to lie beside her, one handlazily tracing a circle around one breast."You do have a very nice body," he said softly, his eyes holdingHillary's captive. She felt as if she were sinking in sensation, her mindcaught by his eyes and by the feeling of his hand as it teased her body.His hand moved up to gently cup her breast, his thumb lightly brushingthe nipple. "You have very nice breasts," he whispered, as he bent his headto take the nipple in his mouth. Hillary felt as if shocks coursed throughher as his tongue lightly teased the nipple till it was rigid. Then histongue trailed down the side of her breasts, and he nuzzled the hollowbetween before moving to gently lick the other nipple until it too was hard.Hillary found it hard to think, and knew that if he continued muchlonger, she wasn't going to be able to hold back. "Rob," she whispered,her voice barely audible. It was so hard to even think. "Rob, if youdon't stop I'm going to...""Good," he interrupted softly. She could almost feel his mouth smileagainst her breast. His hand gently drifted down, over her flat stomach,feeling the muscles jump, until he lightly brushed the dewy wet mound ofcurls at the juncture of her legs. He pressed his hand against her, feelingher press her hips against his palm as she moaned. He slipped one fingerinto the warm folds, finding her center of pleasure hidden inside. Hegently rolled it under his finger, his tongue still teasing her nipples,until she moaned and writhed beneath his hand. He felt her tense, andquickly moved to capture her lips with his own, pinning her beneath his hardbody as he felt her release with a warm rush against his hand.Slowly, she relaxed, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her, asoft, amused expression in his eyes.She blushed. "You look like you did that day on the roof," she saidsoftly."So do you..." he whispered, brushing her lips with his, then movingto trail lightly down her neck.She caught her breath, and had to concentrate in order to speak. "Youdo look a little different," she said, a soft giggle escaping."Oh, really?" He leaned up on his elbow to stare down at her. "Howso?"She ran her hand down his back, then reaching under to caress hishardness. "Well, you weren't exactly naked on the roof..."He shuddered as her hand caressed the length of his rigid cock."Still, if you'd looked hard enough, you could have seen how much I enjoyedwatching you.""Oh, did you?" Hillary grinned up at him."I will *always* enjoy watching you..." Rob said softly.Hillary worked her hands up to his chest and pushed softly against himuntil he rolled off her and onto his back. "What now?" he asked curiouslyas she stared down at him, seeming to devour him with her eyes. He couldfeel himself grow hotter even as she stared, not touching him. Then herhands reached out to lightly brush his chest, and he felt himself tense asher hands drew close, and then away again, teasing him as she carefullyavoided touching his rod. Then she grinned and bent till she lightly kissedit on the tip. She turned back to look at him, and saw him watching herthrough passion-hooded eyes."Are you enjoying yourself still?" she asked teasingly.Rob nodded, knowing his voice wouldn't work anymore. When it seemedshe had stopped, he tried to make his vocal cords work. His voice came outas if it hadn't been used in quite a while. "Go ahead, continue what youwere doing."She cocked her head and smiled at him, brushing her hair back behindher ears. "Continue what? This?" She lightly brushed her hand across hischest then across his penis. "Or this?" Tucking her hair behind her ears,she bent and took him in her mouth. She felt him tense, and heard him moanas his fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to continue. She stroked hisballs with one hand, while her tongue explored his rod, licking up and down,then teasing around the sensitive area of the head. She felt his hips beganto move, and his breath grow ragged, and quickly moved back before he couldorgasm."Un-unh." She shook her head and wagged a finger at him. "No doingthat until you're inside of me."Rob grinned. In all his imagining of the past week, he had never hadfantasies of Hillary like this. He reached over and pulled her on top of him,groaning as he felt her damp mound brush against him. He lifted her hips,and guiding himself with one hand, quickly plunged inside of her, settlingher against him.Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt him slide deep inside, thensoftened in the pleasure of the feeling. Because of her shyness, sheactually had little experience, and most of it hadn't been terriblypleasant. But this night was turning out to be one to remember!Rob waited until it looked as if Hillary had relaxed again, then slowlystarted to move. She sat back, her breasts thrust foreward against Rob'spalms, as he massaged her nipples. Her hips moved, drawing away from him,then back close, driving him deeper inside her each time. His hands droppedto her waist, moving to caress her buttocks, then sliding to the front, towhere he could feel himself entering her. He again found her pleasurebutton and massaged it gently. He could feel himself nearing the edge, butwas determined to wait for Hillary.Hillary felt the heat gathering between her legs. Her breath came inshort gasps each time she felt Rob's hands touch her. He grasped herhips, pulling her hard against him, driving deeper and deeper inside of her,until she felt her world suddenly explode. A cry was ripped from her, andshe felt herself collapse against Rob's chest.As Hillary cried out, Rob thrust deep inside her, feeling his cockburst, filling her with warm fluids as she collapsed into his arms.When she came back to reality, she felt Rob's arms around her, warmand comforting against her back. Her eyes flickered open to meet Rob's.She saw a mixed expression in his eyes, one of wonder and surprise andgratitude, and she felt that this was mirrored in her own expression. Shereached to kiss him lightly, softly, until the kiss grew warmer and deeper.When she drew back, he was grinning at her."What?" she asked, positive that he was thinking of saying something."I should meet more women on the roof," he grinned.She hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Meanie!" She grinned back athim. "I guess that means I'll just have to sunbathe on the roof againsometime."Rob slowly ran his hands down her back. "When you do, how'd you likesome company? I know this nice, out of the way rooftop, where *no one* evergoes..."Hillary smiled at him. "It's a date." She yawned, covering her mouth insurprise. "I think you wore me out!"Rob pulled her back against him, sliding her off of him until she laycurled against his body in the crook of his arm. He nuzzled the side of herneck, whispering, "Go to sleep, Hillary. And dream sweet dreams. And whenyou wake up, I'll still be here."He watched as Hillary smiled and whispered, "I'm glad." Then withanother yawn, she closed her eyes. He settled in next to her, holding hertight between his arms. She felt nice there. Gently rubbing her back untilshe fell asleep, he thought about how he would be there when she woke up inthe morning -- and what he would do when she woke up -- until he fell asleepwith a smile on his face.*