A Night at Sophia's

Sophia walked back home in a trance, with a small smile on her lips. Aleph was still on her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His strong arms wrapped under her breasts, her back braced against his toned body, his breath hot on her neck as he nibbled on her ear... She opened the door to her apartment while her mind spun fancies of her desire.

She recalled her recent conversation with Aleph, and felt a moment of pride for having won him over. She had been trying for so long, longer than on any other guy in her class, because he was different, and she loved the exotic. All through her talk, she had kept on dropping hints, almost giving up, when her thoughts turned lewd. She'd imagined him playing with her breasts, his hands caressing their smooth skin. Inexplicably, that had been followed by a sense of arousal so strong that she had almost orgasmed right there. Even the memory brought a fresh blush to her face, and her nipples stiffened in response. How had she gotten off on just a thought?

I'll touch myself before he gets here, or I won't be able to think straight.

With that decided, she dropped her bag onto the sofa and went to shower. Her breasts were sensitive to the touch, the cloth rubbing over her nipples, sending a small shiver through her body as she pulled off her shirt. After pulling off her shorts, she stood in front of the mirror in the nude. She saw her face, flushed, and her eyes, dilated. Her gaze travelled down, tracing the flush creeping down her slender neck, lingering at her chest, her breasts pushing out as she took a breath, down to her navel, pierced a year ago with a golden ring, her small waist flowing into her curvy, wide hips. She wasn't surprised to see her lower lips swollen and glistening with wetness, leaking down her thighs. She shuddered.

Fuck, how long has it been since I masturbated?

Still standing before the mirror, she reached between her thighs with one hand, while the other softly brushed her left breast.

This morning's events were still fresh in Aleph's mind as he walked his way to her house. He vividly remembered the moments when he had entered Sophia's consciousness, especially those during her induced-arousal. His manhood stiffened in response to the memory, but it paled in comparison to the response he had gotten from Sophia's body. He was intoxicated on those sensations. And soon, he would indulge himself until he was sated.

He quietened that train of thought as he found himself standing before her front door. Composing himself, he had never been invited over to a girl's house before, he rang the bell.

No response.

He tried it again, and got a shock for his troubles.

"Damn!" He muttered under his breath, his composure broken. The fog had worked it's way into the bell, it seemed.

He knocked twice on the red door, hard. Still nothing.

Out of options, he examined his surroundings. There was no one on the street, nor any lights shining out of the nearby buildings. Hesitatingly, he tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. The door swung open easily. He stepped into a well-furnished room, and quietly closed the door.

The room was well-lit with a warm, yellow light. A long couch rested before a modest television set, on a chequered carpet. On the right side of the room was a small kitchen, just a long counter with an induction stove. On one end rested a microwave, warming a bowl of spaghetti. On the other end stood a off-white, single doored refrigerator.

He could see two doors. One in front of him, half-closed, leading to the bedroom. The one on the left, he guessed by the sounds of falling water and soft humming, led to the bathroom.

He was debating whether he should leave or not, when Sophia solved his dilemma by stepping out from the shower, drying her long black hair with a towel, which hid her face, clad in a purple bathrobe clinging to her hips.

The bathrobe, loosely tied, presented him with a wonderful view of her breasts, still glistening like polished mahogany, the darker skin of her nipples barely covered by the soft fabric. The motion of her hands shifted the robe, exposing her left breast in all its glory. Full and firm, it looked as if begging to be sucked and fondled. Aleph felt himself stiffen again.

Sophia stopped drying her hair, the towel parting around her beautiful face, to readjust the robe, when her eyes fell on his boots. They travelled up his legs, lingering on his bulging manhood, taking in the small box he held in his left hand, and finally their eyes met.

For a moment, she just stared at him, her face blank. Then the moment passed, and she smirked prettily at him.

"Enjoying the view? That'll be two bucks, thank you!" She quipped, her hand pulling the robe close over her considerable cleavage.

He felt the tension ease out from his shoulders. In his mind, however, he sighed in disappointment. Guess I'll wait a little longer. He returned her smile with a small one of his own. She snorted.

"So, what's in the box? It better be good enough to make up for sneaking into my house." Sophia warned, looking at the small green box, tied with a golden ribbon.

"Chocolates. Bet you'll love them." Aleph said, holding up the little box.

"Well, at least you had the sense not to come empty-handed. Put it in the fridge, and take out the spaghetti. Leave your shoes by the door. Make yourself comfortable." She spun around and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Aleph stood still, caught off-balance by the sudden barrage, not used to being ordered around.

That's why you still live alone, he thought, a little ruefully.

Still, he did as she said. The fridge was well-stocked with booze. The spaghetti required a little more time, so he pulled over the table, he had overlooked it, in front of the sofa. A little searching in the cabinets yielded him some plates, forks and glasses. The microwave beeped just as he finished laying the cutlery on the table, with a bottle of wine he'd found. All in all, it was quite a sight when Sophia returned, dried and dressed in a loose white shirt, striking against her dark skin.

"Nice, maybe I'll forgive you for ogling my tits after all." She said, brushing them with her hand for emphasis.

"Uh, thanks." Aleph muttered, distracted. The thin cloth made it abundantly clear that she wasn't wearing anything under it.

She noticed his lapse, and the cause. "Come, let's eat. Wouldn't want the food to get cold after all the trouble you went to set up all this, would you?" She said, roughly brushing her breasts against his arm as she glided past him to the sofa.

He waited long enough to switch on the TV, then joined her as she served the food. They ate in relative silence, broken only by whatever movie was playing and Sophia's occasional comments.

"How cold is it outside?"

"Quite cold, with a stiff breeze."

"How's the food?"

"Scrumptious." It was store-bought, the bag lying in the trash can under the sink.

"First time at a girl's house?" She quipped.

"Nah, not really." He lied.

They finished the spaghetti, and he put away the plates. He settled down next to her, after pouring them both another cup of wine. He draped his hand over her shoulders, and thus they sat, watching the Predator kill one guy after another. Not very entertaining.

Enough of this. If I'm to have any fun tonight, I should start now. And, with that decided, Aleph reached out for Sophia with his mind. He found her easily enough, she was leaning on him after all. He was prepared this time, no blundering right into her mind. Instead, he slowly eased himself into her consciousness. He felt his body relax, his anticipation no longer affecting it. Then even that sensation faded, and he felt his world shift as the transition completed.

She was warm. He hadn't realised how good it was to be indoors, and with a hot shower to boot, than to be shambling down the streets, with the icy breeze cutting right through his clothes. The shirt and baggy shorts that Sophia wore were just the right balance between cosy and comfortable, but infinitely better because of the apparent lack of any undergarments.

On the same note, he noticed that she was quite tender between the legs. That, coupled with her weariness that he was just noticed, told him that she had been busy before he arrived.

This might just have made my job a lot easier, he thought as he planned his next moves, maybe the memory is fresh.

Decision made, he cast around in her mind for a specific sensation. Yes, there it is. Latching onto her memories of the past few hours, he brought them to the surface of her mind in force, and then receded a way back to his body, to observe her reaction.

It was immediate. Her eyes never left the screen, but they grew glossy as they focused within. Her lips opened, as if begging for a kiss. Her breath quickened. She crossed her legs, trying to keep her arousal at bay.

But Aleph's awareness of her wasn't limited to his physical senses. Distantly connected though they were, he knew that her sex had grown so sensitive, that she had almost climaxed while crossing her legs. The urge to rub her lower lips was strong, painful, even. But she still kept up her act, so he tried again.

Familiar now with the inner workings of her mind, Aleph gradually increased her skin's sensitivity, till she became uncomfortably aware of her loose clothing rubbing against her skin, and the weight of his arm on her neck sent a shiver of arousal down her back. She tried to lean away, and swayed as goosebumps spread out all across her body as his arm rubbed against her over-sensitive skin.

Now, the next part. Aleph thought, and turned up the sensitivity of her erogenous zones even higher, and gently caressed the curve of her neck.

Sophia froze. Then, suddenly, explosively, orgasmed.

Her head thrown back, face frozen in an expression of rapture, eyes rolled up, lips twisted in a grimace. Her back arched, lifting her up from the sofa. Her chest upthrust, arousal-swollen breasts tipped with visibly hardened nipples.

Her hips shook with each wave of her orgasm, bringing even more sensations with it, pushing her even higher, orgasms getting stronger and stronger, until, toes curling, she shrieked and fell, unconscious, onto the sofa.

Her face was flushed, head tilted. In the throes of pleasure, her left shoulder had slipped out of the loose t-shirt, baring half her engorged chest. She breathed heavily, tits pushing in and out.

Well, now the chocolate is useless. Aleph thought, carefully probing Sophia's mind with his own. She appeared to be deeply unconscious, perfect for what was to follow.

Aleph slowly entered her mind, and even then he almost lost control at the rush of sensations which flowed from her body.

He willed them to subside, and opened Sophia's eyes. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he looked down at her body.

"Oh boy, what a beautiful mess." Aleph said, Sophia's mouth forming the words. Taking a deep breath, he pushed off the couch, and almost fell, knees buckling from the roller-coaster ride Sophia's body had undergone.

"Fucking post-coitus exhaustion!" He swore, enjoying how Sophia's voice sounded as she cursed. Soft and lilting, unlike his own deep bass.

Gripping the couch, he straightened himself. Turning around, he saw his body, now half-lying on it's side. Drool leaked from the corner of the mouth.

"Yuck, that looks disgusting." He reached with a slender hand and closed it shut. Then, after some thought, heaved his prone form into a more comfortable-looking posture.

"Now, time to play!" He exclaimed, marching towards the bathroom.