"Knock, Knock."

"Who's there?"

"Cows go."

"Cows go, who?"

"No, cows go moo."

"Jason," she chuckled." When I said distract me, that's not what I meant."

 My hand was still cupped around her breast. It felt soft, and heavy in my palm. I could almost feel her heart beat. Or was that my imagination?

"I know," I said, as I shifted my hand and took her nipple between my fingertips.

"Mm-hmm," she sighed. I pulled on her nipple.

"Say it. Tell me what you want. I've never been... um, you know,  with a woman like that before. What happened last night was because I was drunk and half asleep. "

That got her eyes opened. Marianna twisted around to look me in the eyes.

"You mean, you were planning to get into bed with Ashley and just sleep beside her, in the hopes that she would become your girlfriend? "

When I didn't answer, she asked me, "I can tell from your accent that you're not from around here, but geez, that works where you're from?"

I hate blushing, but I think it just made Marianna laugh harder. And it wasn't a cute giggle like Ashley's either, more like a hearty belly laugh.

"I just wanted to be near her."

"And instead you managed to sleep through your first time, oh Jason! I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing with you." She looked me in the face, and started laughing again, "Okay, I am laughing at you."

"Be careful you don't get cramp in your stomach." That calmed her down quick.

So I told her my story. Shy kid from Brisbane. Studying programming. Got a job at the library IT section for extra money. I left out how I'd been mooning over Ashley. No point in having her laugh even more. I wanted to lay it on thick, but there was no use. Marianna's seen me with my tail between my legs.

I hadn't realized I'd been rubbing my hands over the soft skin of her flat  belly, until she leaned up and pulled off her T-shirt and lay back with a sigh. I stared at the lacy red boy-shorts she wore and the indent of her belly-button, as I realized that I hadn't talked to anyone this long or this much since I left home.

I told her what it was like growing up on the outskirts of Brisbane. She pointed out where she grew up on the map on her pinboard. I tried to describe my favorite places to go hiking. I lay between her bent legs and drew a map on her skin. My fingers traced the lacy edge of her undies, the Gold Coast - party-central, her bellybutton was Brisbane, and I kissed her breasts as a salute to Mount Nebo and Mount Glorious.

She laughed a bit at that. So I kissed them again. I found out that Marianna likes it when I put my head between her breasts and shake my curls like a berserker. I could get used to that.

Her voice sounded huskier than before, as she said, "Well, Grasshopper, lose the shirt."

I leaned back on my haunches, grabbed my shirt at the back of my neck and pulled it off quickly. And dropped it behind me. I tightened up my abs. I still wanted to impress her a bit.

"C'mere, Grasshopper, welcome to the dojo." She reached for me, and I almost split my jeans. I couldn't believe this gorgeous girl wanted me.

I tried to balance my weight on my elbows, like I'd heard girls like. While I was sorting that out, Marianna wrapped her legs around me. The feel of her breasts on my chest was amazing. Just looking at her reminded me of how clouds would come down and caress the mountaintops. I was all for caressing those mountaintops with my lips again. I guess I must be a breast man.

"Oh no, Grasshopper, I want a real kiss first." She lifted my chin up and licked her lips. She didn't even have any makeup or lipgloss on, yet her lips looked so plump, luscious and inviting. I was just about to dive in, when she said, "Go slow." So I did.

I held her face, and gave her a few light pecks at first, then they got longer and when she opened her mouth and tongue met honeyed tongue, all I could think was 'Sweet Jesus!'

I felt something crack inside me. Or maybe burst. It was as if, just by kissing Marianna made me feel like I was a water-balloon that just burst, and all these feelings came flooding out. I put my face in the side of her neck again and breathed deeply. I had to pull myself together. The scent of mango calmed me down and worked me up in a good way.

She ran her hands up and down my back, then into my hair and scratched my scalp. This girl would have me panting like a puppy in no time. I couldn't look her in the eye just yet, so I put my face in its favorite place, between her breasts and tried to just concentrate on the here and now.

"And now, Grasshopper, those other lips," she commanded. She liked ordering me around. But you wouldn't hear me complaining. So, I kissed my way down.
I kissed slowly towards my goal, tickling her belly button as I went. I could feel her pulling in her stomach. Didn't she know she was perfect just the way she was?

I eased those red lacy things down ahead of my lips. I tried to go slow even though I wanted to tear those babies off and glue myself to that Gold Coast of Love.

Deep browns and startlingly bright pinks. She reminded me of a freshly broken open fig.  Her taste was like salted caramel. She trembled and shook. I watched her face like a hawk as she cursed and tried to pull some of my hair out, to get me deeper. Hell, I was deep as I could get with my fingers and tongue. Then she pushed me away. I could breathe again, but she tastes way sweeter than air.

She fumbled in a bedside table drawer and gave me a condom. I opened it slowly, and almost fumbled it, til she took it from my trembling fingers, took it out of the packet then gave it back to me sans foil.

I took my jeans off and suited up. I rubbed myself along the slit, to lubricate it a bit more with her juices.

I looked into her eyes You sure? She nodded. I pushed in, and almost lost my mind. She was so tight, I almost didn't think I'd make it. I started to pull out, when I felt her unclench her muscles.

"I'm just playing with you. Go on," she chuckled.

She let me bend her knees back towards her ears at one point. I think she said something about yoga, but I was too far gone in the moment. The warmth, the heat, the intense smell of coconut, mango and her. The sound of us coming together and pulling apart. Flesh striking flesh. The little sounds we both made. It all felt so top-to-toe good. It was winding me up tighter than a bobbin until there it was again - that white light overload. I remembered that from last night.

When I as myself again, I was spooned up behind her. I didn't know what to say. So I stroked her from shoulder, down her silky back, over her nipped in waist,that luxurious curve of hip and thigh, as far as I could reach. She sighed.
"You're amazing," I said as I nuzzled into her neck again.

"And you Grasshopper, have a lot of promise. Go get rid of that condom."

I eased out of her and stood up. She watched me, as I took the condom off carefully and knotted it.

"Where do you want me to throw it?" I looked around for a bin.

"Down the toilet," she said then stretched like a satisfied cat in the sun. I took a step back not to jump on her and tickle her. And more.

When I came back from the loo, she was lying on her stomach, flipping through a magazine. She had on her T-shirt again, but I could see her but cheeks peeking out from under the edge. They were practically winking at me, so I rubbed them.

"Hey love, I saw a hot water bottle in the loo. Want me to run the kettle and fix it up for you?" I wondered idly if anyone had done an algorithm of how perfectly round a woman's arse can be.

"S'okay," Marianna turned to look at me, "The two hours are up now."

"Now we just have to worry about that 11 percent."

"Yeah, so don't skip town. In fact, I think I'm going to have to keep an eye on you."

"You mean like a girlfriend?" A guy can hope, can't he?

"You not easy," She laughed, so maybe I still have a chance, "I'm not your girlfriend."

"But you said you still had so much to teach me."

"Well, you can interview for the temporary, "she stressed that last word, " two-week position of boyfriend that's just opened up. At least til I get my period."

"Oh," I felt myself perking up. I started to put a little more pressure into the rubbing under her T-shirt. "D'you think I've got the practical part sorted?" This was looking promising.

"Well," She looked like she was thinking. Which was good, since she wasn't turning me down straight off, "Lets talk first about who you think is the greatest cricket player of all time  - Richards, Lara, Ambrose or Sobers?"

If my fingers hadn't already been halfway inside her, I would have protested harder that there wasn't one Aussie in the bunch.

~END~