The Shirt

 She tossed in turned in the dark, and finally looked at the ceiling of her
bedroom.  She sighed.  She didn't get much sleep and it didn't seem as if
she was going to actually going to be falling back to sleep anytime soon.
She hadn't spoken to Bill for a couple of days.  He didn't pick up the
phone.  He wasn't replying to email.  He didn't respond in any ways she
normally was able to get him.  He was moody at times and she wondered if
this was one of those moody times.  He seemed happy ever since his last
visit, but she was use to talking to him regularly.

 She got up from the bed and padded over naked to her closet.  She opened up
her closet doors and looked for a shirt to throw on, when she saw it again.
It was one of his shirts, his best shirt.  While she blatantly stole a large
black t-shirt of his, and wore that one on occasion, this one she had to
acquire with stealth.  The shirt was long black men's dress shirt with gray
vertical stripes.  Looking at the shirt reminded her of one of there last
nights together.  It was night of music, laughter, and late night coffee at
the Stardust Café.  She pulled the shirt out of her closet breathed in some
memories, Old Spice, clove cigarettes, coffee, and lust.  She didn't look at
this shirt often, just at times when she was thinking about him and didn't
want to get his hopes up to much.  She only wore it once during a phone call
with him since his trip, but he didn't know.  She missed him right now, so
it seemed right as she pulled it off the mirror and slipped it on, and
buttoned it down her naked chest.  She went out of the bedroom to the
kitchen, maybe a cup of tea would settle her nerves.

 She started to fill the pot of water when she heard the phone ring.  She
looked at the clock, 2 am.  She didn't know who could be calling her this
late.  She looked at the caller ID, and while the number was different, the
name said it all.  She was happy and furious at the same time when she hit
the talk button.

 "Now MrBill," she said in a name that she knew made him smile, "What do you
think gives you the right to call at all hours of the night, when I could
have been sleeping?  Especially after not contacting me at all for the past
two days?"

 "I'm sorry dawlin," he replied, telling her the name that she loved to be
called.  She missed being called dawlin the past two days, "I've been busy
getting things done."

 "And what is this with the different number," she said, "I'm not going to
have to remember another one now am I?"

 "Maybe, especially if you want to torture me.  I picked up a cell phone.
Will save some cash overall long distance wise.  I've missed you," he said.

 She smiled to herself, "Oh you have.missing me made you decide to call me
this late," she said turning off the water and putting the teapot on the
stove.

 "Actually, seeing you prance around in my black dress shirt making tea is
the reason I called, I would have called in the morning but this vision I
couldn't resist."

 She looked stunned for a moment, and looked around.  She looked out toward
the glass doors and she saw him.  Sitting in a chair, a cell phone to his
ear, and a cat ate the canary look on his face.  He waved and she jumped in
shock.

 "You, are a deadman," she said, she sounded absolutely pissed, "What do you
think gives you the right to do something like this."  She turned off the
phone and walked over the door.  He still sat there; the smug look was off
his face.  He looked as though he was a dog that was caught doing something
it shouldn't have.  He looked around, but she knew he didn't have anywhere
to run from this.

 "I've told you stunts like this would probably freak me out, and there you
go off and still do it.  I can't believe this I." she looked at him again,
and she stopped.  She wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that she felt
like she was caught red handed missing him, or she was just lashing out in
shock.  Come'on, she didn't expect a surprise visit like this.

 "I." he started, but she put her hand up to stop him, "I don't want to hear
your excuses.  You know better then this, now you better get up from that
chair and come inside and show me that you are sorry.

 He got up from the chair and walked over to her.  She knew that it wouldn't
take much for him to get forgiven.  She felt him as his arms wrapped around
her and squeezed her tight.  The smell of Old Spice lingered from his neck,
not the collar of the shirt she was wearing.  His chest crushed into hers as
she was lifted off the ground in a tight bear hug.  He looked at her, her
feet dangling off the ground as he kissed her briefly on the lips.

 "You call that a kiss?" she chastised.

 "Hey, I'm not the one wearing stolen property," he responded, putting her
down on the ground and brushing a few strands of her red hair away from her
forehead. "You know you just had to ask about the shirt, I've told you that
I'd give you the shirt off my back before."

 "Hey mister, this isn't about my crimes, it's about your crimes, and." she
was silenced once again as he bent down and gave her a proper kiss.  Their
tongues battled each other in longing, and their lust was interrupted by the
sound of the pot whistling.  He stopped what he was doing, walked away, and
turned off the burner.  She realized that she wasn't going to need tea to
sleep today as she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the bedroom.

 She turned around as soon as she entered the bedroom to face him, but he
was already on the move, scooping down to pick her up, and tossing her on
the bed.  She squealed and laughed as the bed gave her a good bounce as she
looked up at him.  He was standing there with a smile on his face.

 "What are you looking at?" she said, and mouthed the answer along with him,
"I'm just still in awe at your beauty."

 "Hey, one of these day's your going to take a compliment, and just take it,
and like it," he said slowly walking over to the bed.

 "There are other things I'd like to take, but this isn't the time to talk
about compliments," she said.

 "You know, you look really sexy in my shirt, do you plan on stealing more
of my clothes?" he said with a slight chuckle.

 "Only clothes that make me look this damn good," she responded as he
climbed onto the bed, his face just a slight distance from her.

 "The last time I saw this shirt, buttons flew off of it when you worked on
ripping it off," he said.

 "Finding the buttons were a pain in the ass," she responded.  He kissed her
softly on the lips, and started to linger down her chin, and kissed and
sucked down her throat as he started to unbutton the shirt, "We don't want
you to find the buttons again," he said as he started to kiss and nibble the
pale skin that was exposed to him, over her shoulder, down the slope of her
abundant breasts, until the last button was undone.  He took her breasts in
his hands and kissed around each of the nipples in a figure eight pattern.
He kissed and licked up the valley of her breasts, and started to
concentrate on the left breast with his mouth, gently squeezing the right
one in his hand.  He kissed and sucked the breast in a swirling pattern all
the way to the outside of her nipple.  He then repeated the process with the
right one, causing her to give slight moans and gasps as he started to suck
and nibble each nipple, going back and forth between both of the breasts,
squeezing them gently with both hands until she let off one long moan.  She
ran her fingers through his brown hair, and while not pressing down on his
head.  She was glad that he had grown it out a bit since the last visit.  He
kept his hands on her breasts, squeezing them regularly as he made his way
down the rest of her body, kissing around her belly button, his hands
sliding down her body as he made his way down to her hips.

 She sighed as he went well past where she needed him, and smiled to herself
as he trailed one long lick from the inside of her knee up her thigh, and
repeated the process on the other side.  The last time he took his time and
teased, but this time she quickly felt his tongue his tongue give a long
lick directly over her slit.  She let out a moan of surprise at his direct
approach as his tongue worked it's way up and down her slit, her juices
starting to flow as he slipped his way inside of her.  He parted her lips
with his tongue and continued to work its way up and down the inside of her.
She was restraining herself from crying out as he circled his tongue around
the edges of her entrance, only to feel him starting to thrust his tongue
inside of her, scraping her inner walls with his tongue as he removed it on
each thrust.  He continued to taste her, to eat her, as her juices continued
to flow her legs went over his shoulders as his nose started to nudge her
clit.

 She continued to cry out and moan, calling his name as he started to eat
her like he was eating a peach, after that first taste, you can't do nothing
more then dig into it's juicy core.  The intensity of his tongue work, plus
the pressure of his nose on her clit pushed her over the edge as she started
to scream his name, she ground her hips against his mouth, her legs clamped
around his ears, her legs hooked over his shoulders so he couldn't get up
from this position if he tried, as she let out a long wail as she continued
to ride the wave that he was causing.  He did not let up as she started to
slowly come down from her high.

 He moved his mouth up slightly, taking her clit between his lips, and
massaged it; setting off more sparks through her nervous system.  He slid
one of his hands down her hips slowly took two fingers and slid them deeply
inside of her.  She groaned again as he didn't seem that he was going to
stop, and her fingers through his hair again, and started to pull, only to
stop as he started to suck on her clit as he started to wiggle his fingers
inside of her.  He started to thrust his fingers inside of her and she was
involuntarily thrusting her hips against his hand as started to suck and
lick and nibble at her clit.  She couldn't stop it.  She continued to push
her hips up at his hands and face, hoping to thrust him off of her, but this
 just added more friction, and after a few moments, all of her nerve endings
seemed to explode in a massive array of pleasure.  She thrashed and moaned
and cried out his name and that she was cumming again, her fingernails
digging into his skull, she needed him to stop, the pleasure was getting to
be too much.

 This time he seemed to start to help her work down to a pleasurable landing
kissing and licking as her body shuttered and started to relax.  He kicked
off his boots and climbed up the bed, kissing her all the way up her body,
each kiss leaving a tingling sensation as she continued to catch her breath.
He pulled a blanket up over both of them and took her in his arms.  She felt
relaxed, and oddly enough, safe.  It was a strange feeling for her.  She
kissed him again, tasting herself slightly on his lips, and put her head on
his shoulder.

 "This better not be a damn dream, and you better be here in the morning.
If it does turn out to be a dream I'm going to be so mad at you when I wake
up," she said, sleep starting to finally affect her voice as she relaxed.

 "I don't plan on going anywhere," as he stroked her hair, "I love you
dawlin."

 He thought she replied that she loved him too, but he wasn't sure as she
fell asleep soundly moments later.

Hours later a slight scratching sound pulled her from the land of nod.  She
closed eyed awake wondering what the sound was coming from.  She smiled.
The dream was very vivid.  She almost felt bad for actually falling asleep
in the shirt, but she figured the realism of the dream might have come
directly from the shirt.  She opened an eye to check the alarm clock, but
instead she saw a socked foot.

 That woke her up the rest of the way.  She sat up quickly and looked at
him.  The shirt still hung down her shoulders, completely unbuttoned.  He
was still fully clothed, a pencil in hand, and drawing on a pad of paper.
It was a picture of tranquility.    She smiled, as he seemed to be
concentrated on the drawing.  She looked over at the drawing, which was of
her sleeping.

 "You really do look sexy in that shirt," he said without looking up, a
slight grin was sketched on his face.  She pulled the pad of paper and
pencil from his hands and put them on the nightstand and pulled him onto the
bed.

 "I couldn't believe you didn't even get undressed," she said as he fell on
the bed.  She shook her red bangs out of the way of her green eyes and
pounced on him as soon as he hit the bed.  She was face to face to him, her
nose only millimeters away from his as she ground her hips against his
covered crotch, her breasts pressing against his chest through the shirt he
was wearing "What, am I not good enough for you?" she teased as she bent
down and kissed him wetly and started to work her way down, pulling at his
t-shirt.  He quickly helped her take it off.  She pushed him back on the
bed, and rubbed her body down his, scratching her fingernails over his chest
and stomach.  She rubbed her hands up and down his denim-covered legs, and
rubbed her cheeks in-between his legs.  He was getting extremely hard.  She
rubbed him through his jeans, "You should be punished for making me think it
was a dream.  You should have known better then to get up." She heard him
groan as she continued to rub.  She knew he had to be uncomfortable in those
jeans.  Knowing this she jumped to her feet and smiled.

 "I'm going to get some coffee," she said.  She knew she wasn't going to be
able to keep up this game long, but the slight cry of protest as she pranced
out off the room wearing just the men's dress shirt put a slight smile on
her face.  She didn't even get out of the hall before he caught up to her.
He wrapped his arms around waist her from behind, and she fought to get
away, but he wasn't going to have any of it.  He slid his hands up stomach
and cupped her tits in his hands as he bent down over her from behind,
tweaking her nipples with his index finger and thumb.

 "You, are not going to get away that easy dawlin," he said as gave a long
lick from her shoulder up her neck, and started to nibble her neck.  He was
getting lost in her scent, and she briefly getting lost in the feeling as he
massaged her breasts and pulled on her nipples..  She rubbed up against him
as he took one of her earlobes in his mouth, but she broke out enough to get
away.  She actually did head into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.  She
wanted to talk to him about this whole surprise visit.  She started the pot
of coffee and opened the refrigerator to pull out the cream when she felt a
pair of lips against her neck.  She closed her eyes as he continued to lick
and kiss and nibble at her neck.

 "You weren't lying about necks were you," she said with a slight sigh as he
slid his hands back around her.  This time he worked lower, rubbing his
hands over her hips.  He didn't say anything, but she tilted her head back
in response to give him slightly more access.  She felt lost in the feeling
for a moment until she felt his fingers starting to stroke her slit.  She
stopped and turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck and looked up
at him.

 "Did you sleep at all last night?" she asked.

 "No," he said, "I was too happy to fall asleep."

 "Well," she said, "I'm going to go and get some coffee.  I want you to go
into the room and get undressed, and go to sleep," she kissed him before he
could protest and broke it off, "I'm not taking no for an answer.all I need
is for you to go off and fall asleep in the middle of everything, are we
clear?  Wait, don't answer, just do it." She smacked him on the ass and
smirked.  He gave a mock bow and left the room.

 She poured herself a cup of coffee and had to clear her head.  She was
briefly scared shitless when she saw him out there last night.  She looked
at the clock, 5 AM.  Well, this morning.  She walked through with her cup of
coffee back to the bedroom.  She knew it well as he at least seemed
unconscious, but she knew she better approach with caution.  She walked over
and she waved her hands in front of his eyes.  He looked so comfortable.
She realized that she was tired.  She only had three hours of sleep herself.
She poked him a couple of times until he rolled over and she curled up next
to him.  She drifted off to sleep just about as quickly as she did.

 He opened one eye and closed it again, and wrapped his arms around her.  If
this is what she wanted, this is what she would get.  He waited until he
could hear her breathing rhythmically of deep sleep, and fell asleep to that
lullaby.  The next thing they both knew, the alarm clock was buzzing at nine
in the morning, and she was sleeping on top of him.  She stopped to listen
to his heartbeat as his arm shot out and smacked the snooze alarm.  She
turned and turned the clock off for good and looked down at him.  His eyes
were still closed.

 "I am going to open my eyes, and this dream is going to end," he said with
a bit of sleepiness in his voice.  She smiled and kissed him softly and
cuddled against him.  He rubbed his hands up and down her back and slid them
down to her ass.  She felt him starting to get hard under her and she rubbed
herself against him as he started to massage her cheeks.  She felt him
thrusting up against her.

 "Well, if you keep your eyes shut," she whispered, "You won't get to
 watch."

 She slid down his body, as if she was repeating earlier, raking her fingers
over his bare chest, leaving slight red marks as she worked her way down.
She started to place wet kisses around his pelvis, not touching his cock or
balls.  She could tell that he was trying hard not to react, but his cock
was telling her a different story as it continued to grow in front of her.
She started to place wet kisses along the shaft, which caused him to look
down.  She grinned as she took his hardness in her hand and stroked it.  It
grew harder and harder in her hand.  He groaned slightly.  She gave it one
long lick, but she wasn't going to waste this.  She climbed back up, and
positioned herself over him, rubbing his head up and down her slit, until
she inserted the head, and slowly made her way down his shaft.  They both
let out a moan as she started to slowly ride him.  Her head was tilted up as
she was felt lost in the feeling.  She felt him sliding the shirt off her
shoulders until it was completely off, and heard it tossed to the side.  She
placed his hands down on his shoulders and started to ride him a little
faster.  He took the nipple of one of her breasts into her mouth as he
grabbed her hips and started to thrust back up at her.

 "Oh god." she started as the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm
started up, "Oh please.oh fuck." she closed her eyes tightly as she started
grind her hips into his.  One of his hands moved from her hips and started
to rub her clit, starting the sparks that lit the fuse.  She kissed him
lustily; she needed to feel like they were knocking teeth together when she
exploded.  She moaned out that she was cumming into his mouth as she ground
down roughly against him, his finger still flicking over her clit.  She
froze for a moment as the feelings enveloped her, and her orgasm faded, she
relaxed, feeling him still hard inside of her.

 He rolled her over onto her back and continued where she left off.  He
placed two hands on either side of her head and started to thrust in deeply.

 "Fuck me," she said.  She looked up at him with lust in her eyes, "Fuck me
hard."

 "Yes ma'am," he said he continued to thrust into her.  She looked up at
him, with the smile on his face, and decided to continue the dirty talk.

 "You call that fucking, fuck me hard damn it," she started, "I love the
feeling of your cock in me," she wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled
him into her.  He did start to fuck her harder, but he kept a steady pace.
She thrusted up at him as they continued to look each other in the eye, as
if they were having a staring contest.

 "Oh fuck," she started, "Oh fuck, I love the way you fuck me," the dirty
talk seemed to work as he started to get faster and faster.  "Oh Bill, oh
fuck me you bastard."
He started to hammer it into her, his balls slapping against her with every
thrust.  He continued to look her in the eye as both of there faces
contorted in ecstasy.  She was going to attempt to make him cum before her.
this time, just for bragging rights.  She saw a drop of sweat fall off of
his chin and it dropped onto her neck.and she blinked.

 It all came crashing down at once.  She screamed out in pleasure as he
pressed lunged one more time roughly and ground his hips into her, getting
contact with her clit as they both started to explode in a mutual orgasm.
She felt him throb and spurt inside of her as he let off a animalistic
groan.  She continued to cry out in pleasure as every throb sent shockwaves
through her body.  The two of them were lost in their pleasure as everything
slowly came back to normal.   It took them a few moments to catch their
breath.

 "Are you trying to murder me?" she asked breathlessly, "Death by orgasm."

 "Are you complaining?" he replied equally breathless.

 "Not at all." she said smiling to herself.  She had feelings she couldn't
explain, but this wasn't the time to try to figure them out.