Jena and the Honest Exchange

Robert's flat was on the second floor of a quiet street off the park. One bedroom, one small sitting room, books lined the shelves and one sad little plant made a defiant stand of life.

They met in the library three hours ago. They spent the best part of the time discussing the lecturer who had been giving the seminar. Some time during the conversation it shifted to something else without either of them consciously deciding it should. By the time the library was closing for the evening they both knew they would be spending their future evenings elsewhere.

He brought her a glass of water as they stood in his doorway and gave her the choice of where to sit. She opted for the armchair while he sat cross legged on the sofa. They talked for a while, and then she put the glass of water down.

"I want to agree on something beforehand," she said, "if we do this, everything said is said and nothing is off the record. Either of us can call a halt to this at any time."

Robert nodded once.

"Agreed."

They got undressed, with no fuss. She piled her clothes on one chair and he copied the gesture. She was slim and almost androgynous, with narrow shoulders and hips, small firm breasts, a neat strip of dark hair between her legs. He looked her over, but for the first time she didn't feel the usual flutter of self conscious sexuality, and he seemed to take in the sight with interest.

He drew close.

"I want to touch you."

"Good."

His hands came up her shoulders, over her arms, and finally to her waist, thumbs smoothing over her breasts until her nipples tightened in his palms. He dragged his hands down her sides and then bent to kiss her collarbone. When his fingers brushed very lightly over the folds of her cunt lips she opened up for him and he gradually worked his way down until his hands were cradling her mound. He moved slowly, finding out how much pressure she wanted, how wet he was making her. After a while he murmured against her skin.

"I want to use my mouth on you."

She nodded and slid down onto the bed, and he settled between her legs. Her breath caught at the first slow slide of his tongue. He was gentle at first, and then, when she told him what he wanted, he worked his mouth over her clitoris and pushed two fingers into her cunt in steady rhythm, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub between his hands. She held his head in place with one hand and tweaked her own nipple with the other, making an indistinct sound low in her throat. He continued until she was close to cumming, then she said, "Stop. I want something else."

He sat back on his heels immediately and she let go of his head with a small smile. His cock was already rock hard against his stomach.

Jena reached out and pushed him down onto his back.

"Lie still."

She straddled his legs, took his cock in her hands and slowly pumped as she stared down at his stomach. He watched, fascinated, as she guided the head of it to her entrance and then sank down until he was deep inside her. She remained still for a moment and then began to move in the way she liked, twisting her hips so that every stroke pressed against the front wall of her cunt. His hands hovered over her thighs. Whenever she wanted them to move she moved them herself, sending them up to her waist or her breasts. He kept watching her face as she watched him, and after a while she said, "I want to be fucked from behind."

She slowed, pulled off him and turned onto her hands and knees. He took over, keeping a steady rhythm, and she found she was enjoying the change in position. He bent to kiss her shoulder once or twice, and she reached back to adjust his hips, telling him where she wanted him to be without pausing. After a while, she climaxed, a quiet, focused burst of pleasure that sent her thighs twitching and her cunt flexing around his cock. He moved with her until she stilled, then he fucked her hard enough that she whimpered against his shoulder, her hips pushing back against the front of his thighs.

They both lay still for a moment, then they broke apart and stretched out side by side. The coolness of the room licked at their skin. Robert's breathing was slowing as he stared up at the ceiling. Jena's fingers traced idle patterns across his stomach.

"You don't talk much during sex," she said.

"Neither do you, once it starts."

"I always talk if I have something useful to say."

He smiled faintly. "I know."

They lay in silence for a while. His hand wandered over her hip. Her fingers stayed on his stomach, feeling the skin tighten over the muscle.

"I like that you don't talk," she said eventually.

"Most people seem to think they need to."

"I noticed."

He turned his head to look at her. "You're easier to read than you pretend."

"I'm not pretending. I just don't usually talk."

"Same difference from the outside."

She thought about that, then gave a small laugh. His cock was already thickening under her fingertips. She made a mental note of it, but otherwise kept her touch light.

He turned towards her. "I want to fuck your ass."

Jena considered it as she usually did things. "I don't mind trying," she said, "slowly, and carefully, and with plenty of lube."

He found the lube and used it well, preparing her gently before sliding a finger inside her and circling it. She liked that. Then she took some of the lube and prepared him, encouraging him to use his finger instead. She kept on her side and told him when to stop and when to go further. The first minute or so was simply an odd pressure, but then it crossed over into something that was no longer nice. A finger she could take, but a cock was too much.

"Stop," she said. He withdrew immediately.

"I thought I might not mind," she said, "I was wrong."

"All right."

He made no move to argue, or persuade her otherwise. There was no need. He simply looked at her and, after a while, turned back to look at the ceiling.

A little later she reached for him and continued to stroke his cock while she played with herself. He watched her hands as they moved between her legs and copied the rhythm with his own. When she was close she said, in a voice full of concentration, "I want you inside me again. It was nice the first time."

He lay back and she climbed up and over him, taking his cock into her pussy with a single smooth movement. This time there was no lingering. She fucked him hard and fast, her hips snapping down on to his thighs, chasing the next climax. He gripped her waist and lifted his pelvis into hers. The wetness of their bodies sounded loud against the hush of the room. She climaxed with a sudden, short gasp, her muscles clenching around his cock for several long seconds. He followed not long after, his hips lifting forcefully as he emptied himself inside her.

They remained curled together for a while, silent, before separating and lying side by side. The coolness of the room once again licked at their skin. Jena thought about the evening, and the knowledge of the edges it had given her.

Robert seemed to be thinking about something else.

"That was more honest than most nights." he said eventually.

"Yes."

"And not entirely compatible."

"No. But most of it was good."

"Most of it was very good."

She didn't feel the need to soften the point. He didn't feel the need to have her do so.

After a while she sat up and reached for her clothes. He watched her with the same quiet intensity he had been watching her body with earlier.

At the door she paused.

"I liked most of it," she said.

"So did I."

She nodded once, as if that settled it, and left.

It was cooler outside, the night air clinging to her skin. She walked home slowly, thinking about the evening as she usually did, filing away the things she had liked, the things she had not minded, the things she had discovered she did not like at all.

The sorting was clean. Most of it had been very good. All of it had been useful to her.