Winding Down (Aimee) [R]

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee slowly started to mold her body to his as his kisses started to match pace with hers and become hungrier. She could feel his hot breath and his hands on her back pushing her forward into him. She could feel him encouraging her to return the kisses and Aimee did as she was told. She slowly swirled her tongue around his and started a little fight with him almost. A smile started to work its way across her face as she started to feel happy, almost giddy. Tristan was working as a good pain reliever, better than any counselor Aimee had been to, but there was still something tugging at her mind. The thought was quickly pushed out though as she felt Tristan pick up the pace and start to nibble lightly on her bottom. His tongue licked up and down slowly, it was almost unbareable. Almost. Then Aimee found out that she could not get her tongue into his mouth in return and she finally found the situation unbareble.


As Aimee walked backwards with Tristan he followed, starting to grind himself into her. The first few times Aimee resisted the urge to moan in absolute ecstasy, but started to grind her body against his, pushing her chest closer to him. Her lids closed over her eyes and she let herself enjoy the moment, but let out a moan. Instinct was taking over by now and she followed her mind and Tristans oh so guiding hand. As Aimee dug further into Tristans hair he grabbed her ribs pulling her closer if that was possible. Tristan seemed to be almost out of it, but then he came back to reality enough to tell her whatever she wanted. Aimee would let him do what he wanted to do to her first and then go back to what she wanted.



Tristans hand slowly came up from her wrist and traveled to her face pulling it at an angle. As Tristans mouth came closer to her neck Aimee tilted it so more of it was exposed to him. His mouth worked its way over her skin and kissed and sucked at her slowly, enticingly. He made his way up to her ear and as he started to kiss and tease at her earlobe and lick along her ear. This sent shivers up her spine and another moan escaped her lips as she stared up at the ceiling. Her breathing became more labored and her urge for him in her was becoming unbareable.


His hands worked their way up her shirt up to her breasts. He slowly carressed them and worked his way over them while kissing her neck. Aimee was sure that by now she couldn't take it anymore until he made his way up through her shirt over her bare skin. He got closer to her bra and breast and Aimee could feel his tantalizing breath on her neck. The hunger Aimee was feeling electrified every nerve on her body. She wanted more of her skin against him, more of him on her. She moaned again as he sucked at her neck lightly biting at it. She felt a tug at her shirt and pulled her head back down to normal and looked in Tristans eyes. He looked like an animal, he had a hungry look in his eyes and his hair was tossled in his face. Aimee new what he wanted and she then new what she wanted. Aimee pulled her hands off of Tristan and instantly missed the contact between them. She grabbed at the end of her shirt and started to pull it off of her while keeping her eyes on him. She dropped the shirt off to the side and it revealed her aqua blue bra with lime green polka dots. It was one of her favorites, but Aimee made quick work of getting rid of it as well. She dropped the bra off to the side next to the shirt and looked Tristan straight into the eye. She brought her hands back to him and worked one hand around his neck and the other back through his head. She kissed him passionately and then grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to pull. "I took off mine, now it's your turn." Aimee said with a devious smile.

[Tristan Alexander]

As Aimee began to react, grinding back against him, Tristan’s breathing began to shift. He inhaled sharply and changed up his pace, pulling himself back a bit. He felt goosebumps crawling along his skin as she moaned, the sound driving him crazy.

He moved in closer to her, keeping his mouth roving over her neck as her fingers dug into his hair, and he continued torturing her like that for a while, wondering if her hands would move anywhere else. His tongue traced along her skin a few times, followed by the slow caress of his lips. At first he was determined not to take it any further until she reacted and pushed herself a step further, but he just couldn’t help himself. He nibbled at her earlobe once more, feeling himself begin to react as yet another moan escaped her. He was getting more excited and wanted more and more of her. He pulled away from her ears a bit, pausing as he breathed heavily.

His knuckles stroked against her bare skin, waiting patiently for her response. His breath continued to hit her neck slowly before he felt her head move, eyes locking onto his. He reluctantly let her go as she pulled away from him, eyes watching her as she tugged at her shirt and removed it, wasting no time with her bra as well. He stepped back toward her without hesitation as she moved forward and one hand found its way to he lower part of her waist. His other hand slid up along her side merely stroking her skin with his fingers lightly grazing her skin.

Tristan returned her kiss, hands moving up to her chest once again as he stroked his tongue along hers but then he felt her hands pulling at his shirt. He blinked as she spoke, before grinning. He released her momentarily as his hands went to his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it. He hooked a finger into the top of her jeans and pulled her back toward him, pressing himself against her as he kissed her hungrily.

The tips of his fingers moved lightly against her stomach, tracing beneath her belly button toward the top of her jeans. He slipped the tips of his fingers between her jeans but stopped after less than an inch, moving in teasing circles across her skin. He continued to kiss her, stroking his tongue along hers as his hunger for her grew. As his skin glided along hers he felt himself growing. He was burning for her as his free hand moved up toward her breast, stroking, kneading and massaging it. The heat in his skin was increasing as he moved away from her mouth, placing kisses along her jawline as his tongue stroked along it.

His mouth moved lovingly along her neck as it followed a path lower and lower along her body. He nipped at her neck, biting and kissing before he lowered past her collarbone and began kissing and stroking along one of her breasts. His hand moved away as his mouth began to do all the work, licking and sucking along her nipple. He placed a few kisses along her breast before he repeated the action, stroking her nipple tenderly with his tongue. Eventually his hand returned, stroking and massaging the opposite breast.

The bulge in his pants began to grow sizeably as he continued his actions and he began to put more of himself into it before he moved back up to her face, a hungry look in his eyes. He kissed her, pressing himself close as he did. His hands moved down to her pants one hand grabbing her jeans as they both worked toward undoing the button. In no time he’d completed the task, temporarily distracted as he kissed her and unzipped her fly at the same time. The hunger returned in his kiss as one hand slid into her pants, stroking her just below her stomach. His hands didn’t move any lower, just continued to stroke along the same path for a while before they dipped further into her jeans. His fingers grazed along her underwear, using the resistance between his finger and the fabric to spark the right sensation. He stroked his finger against her a few times, waiting for that tingling sensation within her to kick in before his hand stroked back upward to the top of her underwear and dove in so that the fabric was no longer hindering his movements.

He slid his finger along her, finding the space for his hand restricted by her jeans. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily along her lips as he toyed with her. He could feel his control slipping away largely as he grew, and was tempted to plunge his finger into her, but still even then he wanted to do much more than that. He wished that instead of his finger, it was him going inside of her, and was finding he was growing closer to his breaking point, shutting his eyes as he regained a handle on his control.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee felt his heartbeat racing and goosebumps that were rising along his skin. He seemed so into the moment and wanted more of her. Aimee wanted more of him. Her hold on his hair was tight and she felt his hands start to roam over her breasts. Tristan was lightly grazing his knuckles along her skin and it set every nerve on fire once more. She felt goosebumps raise up on her arms from the fact that she wasn't wearing a shirt anymore and the things that Tristan was doing to her. Her breathing was labored and she felt his hands start to leave her back and him step away from her. She watched as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, and he stepped back towards her looping his finger through a belt loop. She stepped forward and wraoped her arms back around his neck and back while molding her body back into his. Aimee continued to kiss Tristan hungrily and slowly let out another light moan as she felt his and her tongue interlace once mroe.



Aimee felt Tristan slowly reach the top of her pants and he traced along the top. His fingers were teasing her and Aimee smiled as she felt him slowly start down into them. Tristan reached the top of her underwear and she felt his hand reach down a little farther to where he was right at her tantalizing spot. He stroked along the underwear and used the friction between them to drive her crazy. She moaned in absolute ecstasy as he did this and she could feel herself react to the sensation. Her breathing was shallow and she pulled Tristan closer to her and wanted him to continue more than anything in the world. She felt his hand travel back up and for a minute Aimee thought that he might be done, but then he dove back in, but down her underwear this time. Aimee sucked in a breath as she felt his hand so close to her sacred spot. He slowly slid his finger along her and Aimee arched into Tristan moaning slightly as his teasing was becoming unbareable.



Aimee wanted him to feel what she was getting and thought maybe he wouldn't mind if she did something too. She took her hand off of his neck and slowly taced cicles around his stomach. She felt his abs against her hand and she loved the feeling of them against her hand. Her hand then came down further to the top of his pants where she dragged her nails up and down his torso while teasingly biting his lip. As her hand came back down she went on further down into his pants. They were big enough for her hand to fit down in and find his member. He was hard, and Aimee slowly ran her index finger along the length of him. She moaned as she pressed her hand around him and slowly started and up and down pace with him. The pants will have to go Aimee thought as she pulled her hand out instantly missing the contact between them and then bringing her hand to the bottom on his jeans. She stared him in the eye. "You can go further if I can." Aimee said breathlessly.

[Tristan Alexander]

Tristan kept his eyes shut for a few moments as he concentrated on the hand in her pants. He smiled slightly as she moaned, absolutely loving the sounds she was making. His eyes opened, landing on her as he continued sliding his finger against her as much as the restriction of her pants would allow. He moved his free hand around to her back, as if to support her if her knees went weak. He inhaled sharply as she arched into him, and decided he no longer wanted to be hindered by her pants, and what little movement they allowed him. He stroked against her a few more times, glancing away once as he surveyed the room to try and figure out what to do from there.

His eyes quickly returned to her as her hand began moving along his stomach, temporarily forgetting what he’d been doing as he wondered if she was just teasing him or if she really was going to return the favor. As she bit his lip, his eyes remained locked on her before he gave her a quick kiss, encouraging rather than deterring her from what she was about to do. He kissed her once more as her hand slid into his pants and felt his eyes shut as his breathing changed, inhaling sharply as she ran her index finger along him. As her hand began moving up and down across his length he began panting, his eyes still shut, before his hand began moving along her once again, remembering to keep doing what he was doing though he was greatly enjoying what she was doing.

When she pulled her hands out of his pants, his eyelids reopened, wondering why she’d stopped as he looked her in the eye. His breathing slowed some as she offered to go further. He nodded once in agreement, removing his hands from her pants as. His hands made their way to her sides, stopping at her waist as he glanced toward what he’d spotted before. The room was paved with cold tile everywhere except for the back section near the lockers placed in the room for the instruments, the entire wall and area in front of it had carpeted floors. Tristan was finally able to try and think somewhat clearly now that there was little contact between them, the lust driven haze, temporarily lifted from his mind, and in doing so he found his voice, “Is back there okay? It shouldn’t be as cold as the tile.” He looked her in the eye as he spoke before he turned toward the ground, searching for what had happened to his shirt before he found the red sticking out against the tile.

Tristan took a few steps away from Aimee, bending down as he swept his hand toward the ground and picked up his shirt. Clutching it in one hand, he returned to her and slid an arm around her waist, leaning into her neck as he placed a kiss there before he stopped himself right there, and walked them over toward the carpet. He laid the shirt out on the ground then returned his arm around her waist, helping her ease to the ground. He placed a hand carefully behind her head, the other hand at the middle of her back as he lowered to the ground and tried to take her with him, making sure as much of her upper body was on the shirt as he could fit.

If she was now down there with him, Tristan would place his hands on either side of her waist, sliding his fingers into the inner part of her pants, brushing against her skin as they hooked into her underwear then he pulled. He tried sliding the pants down her legs, all the way to her ankles before he moved his hands to her ankles and pulled them the rest of the way off, taking her shoes with them. He knelt on the space between her legs and removed his jeans for her, sliding his boxers down with them just past his knees before he remembered he was wearing hi-top converse. Annoyed, he didn’t bother moving his pants any further, knowing he’d have to take the time out to remove the shoes too, but he wouldn’t stop her if she made an attempt to do so.

Tristan leaned over Aimee, placing his hands on the ground on either side of her body as he leaned in and kissed her, biting at her lower lip with his teeth before he began stroking his tongue over her lips, asking for permission to re-enter her mouth.

He lifted his right hand from the ground as he moved south a little bit, moving his hand back below her belly button again to resume where he’d left off before. His index and ring fingers stroked their way over her with such a light touch that she’d know he was just teasing her. He did this for a few moments before he parted her a bit with the same two fingers, then began rubbing his middle finger along her clit. He toyed with her like that for a while before his movements became so slow that it almost appeared as though he was going to stop. He smiled, clearly not going to go any further until she returned the favor, hoping to get her to repeat her mirror actions from a few moments ago.

Tristan thought briefly to slip his finger into her, but remembered to ask first. “You’re not a virgin…are you?” he tried to ask in a way that made it clear that he wasn’t trying to offend her, but before he went any further he had to know. He would have to continue differently if she was, more carefully so as not to hurt her.