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"Rejuvination"

All names, places, dates, and situations in this work are utterly and completely fiction. Any relation to those living or dead is coincidental. Maybe.

I came in from work exhausted and dropped my keys on the counter by the kitchen. My sister was sitting at her desk writing and told me that my friends had gone out shopping and wouldn't be back for a few hours, so I was free to grab a long hot shower. The idea sounded perfect to my strained muscles, and I sped to my room, already starting to strip off my work clothes.

As I entered my room, I peeled off my thin white t-shirt and jean shorts. I stood in place for a moment, just feeling the air on my skin, and then reached behind and unhooked my bra, sliding it down my arms. My nipples tightened and I leaned my body to the left and to the right, stretching slowly. I crossed the little hallway to the bathroom I shared with a girlfriend and turned on the shower as hot as it would go.

When I had a little steam worked up, I crossed back to my room and grabbed a soft white towel. Quickly sliding my panties down my legs, I wrapped it around me tightly to keep me warm. The cotton grazed my nipples and ensured that they were as sensitive as they could possibly be.

In the shower, the water was ready to scald my skin, but I loved it. It ran through my shoulder-length hair and weighed it down my back. I used a patchouli-scented gel all over my body, especially letting it drip across my breasts, down my stomach and slide between my legs. I sighed as it worked into a lather, relaxing me. I felt the tension in every muscle melt into the moonstone-coloured bubbles and rinse away.

The more relaxed I became, the more I felt my dreams from the night before return to me. I had been dreaming of Ambrose, one of my friends who had come to visit me. In my dream, he had entered my room after everyone was asleep, and climbed into bed with me. Being the naturally cold-blooded creature that I am, I noticed the heat and moved towards it. His arms held me, pinning me to the matress, and I felt his lips start to trail from my earlobe to my neck. I squirmed beneath him, trying to turn around, but he laughed quietly in my ear and told me that I would enjoy the surprise coming. When I heard his voice, I relaxed and let my anticipation rise.

That was when my alarm went off, waking me and getting thrown across the room.

Remembering the dream put me back into that sweetly sensual state of mind though, and I rested against the wall of the shower and slid one hand between my legs. I rubbed my slit slowly, teasing my skin and making my nerves cry out. With my other hand, I rolled my nipple between my fingers gently. I moaned and then heard someone walk into the bathroom, making a lot of noise as they went.

"Lili! Our water bill is going to be enormous if you don't finish up! All the heat will be gone too!" My sister stormed out of the freshly-chilled bathroom without even waiting for a response. I sighed and turned off the water, climbing out of the shower stall and quickly drying myself, then wrapping my towel back around me for the short walk across the hall to my room.

In my room, I put on a fresh pair of white panties and a wife-beater undershirt. I crawled into bed and leaned forward and low, stretching like a cat would. Then I leaned back and stretched my arms, hanging on to the bottom of the headboard. After that was done, I rolled over and decided to take a nap for a few hours. Before my eyes closed though, I realized that I was still wet, and my thoughts were still on last night's dream. So, I began to rub my crotch through my panties, feeling the moisture seep through the cotton. I gave a low moan, images running through my mind of what Ambrose could have done if I had kept dreaming. My breathing grew heavy, and for the first time, I heard an unfamiliar sound in my room. I turned my head and eyed the lump of covers I had assumed were my dolls. I noticed that the lump was breathing, but only slowly. I pulled back the first blanket and the sheet, and saw dark hair resting on my pillow. As I pulled the covers farther back, I found that Ambrose was asleep in my bed! I laughed quietly and wondered how long he had been there. He opened his eyes sleepily and smiled at me.

"I hope you don't mind. I remembered you said that after you went to work I could sleep in your room. When Claudia and Treah got up to go shopping, they told me to crash out here since I did most of the driving yesterday." I smiled and stroked some of the tousled hair away from his face. Then I moved closer to him, feeling our eyes lock.

"No, it's cool. I just hope you don't mind keeping me warm since I came in to take a little nap," He wet his lips with his tongue and tried to chuckle, but it came out as a nervous cough. I rested my head on his arm and turned my back to him, giving an encouragement to spoon up behind me. He took the encouragement and his body heat soon warmed me considerably. I snuggled closer against him, and felt his rigid cock press lightly on my back. Instead of moving away, I snuggled even closer, letting him notice the lack of clothing I had on. He cleared his throat and tried to pull away, but only succeeded in moving his arm that was lying across my body closer to my breasts.

"Lili, are you awake?" he whispered in my ear.

"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled. "What's wrong hon?" He cleared his throat again and relaxed behind me more.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know if you were asleep," I smiled and reached for the arm that covered my body. Taking it slowly, I kissed the palm of his hand, to his wrist, to the softest skin on the inside of his elbow. I felt his pulse quicken, and his hips start to rock back and forth with mine. I turned to face him and continued my trail of kisses up his throat to his jawline, where I nuzzled hotly for a few moments. My hands slid underneath the waistband of his boxers and tugged them gently down his legs.

"Lili?" he stopped me. "Do you think we should be doing this?" I carefully continued to push his boxers off his body and kissed his soft lips.

"Do you really want to stop?" I asked. His answer was only to return my kiss and open my lips with his tongue, as gently as he could. His hands quickly pulled my undershirt over my head, then moved to tease me by removing my panties with an aching slowness and the patience of a priest.

Finally, when I felt his skin touch mine, it was as though I became glued to him. I knew I'd never be able to let go of this incredible man. At that moment though, I felt my face flush and my eyes look down. I was actually blushing! I had no idea why I would blush around Ambrose, who knew more about me than most people, but there I was, giggling nervously like it was about to be my first time. It was his turn to smile now. Somehow, he understood better than I did why I was blushing, and knew that the greatest care was needed. He kissed me softly and let me continue to nuzzle him and hide my face until I felt it return to normal colour. When I next looked at him, I nodded and bit my lower lip gently. He flipped my onto my back with ease, guiding himself between my legs, both of us releasing a moan as he pushed himself in fully. His lips seemed to find me a delicacy, because he wouldn't remove his mouth from my skin for more than a moment. Building from a slow, steady thrust into a strong pistoning, our cries had to be more and more muffled as they got louder and louder. I tightened my muscles around his cock as I started to come, and he whispered in my ear that he was about to explode. Feeling him grow even harder inside me set off a reaction and I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer. My body shuddered and thrashed, raking my nails down his back and muting my screams by kissing and sucking his neck and shoulder. All of this set off his own reaction as well. Speeding up faster than I thought he could go, he drove deeper and harder, and as I felt his entire body stiffen, he called out my name once and then let my mouth find his to quiet him.

Breathing heavily, we kissed and moved back and forth still until every last drop of cum and juice was squeezed from our bodies. We shuddered and giggled like children as the orgasms receeded slowly. We rested there for the better part of an hour before we recovered enough to speak again. When we did, Ambrose said only one thing to me.

"Surprise..."