Houseguest

TITLE: Houseguest

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Roswell

SHIP: Kyle / Tess

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two, Episode Two.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, as far as it goes, considering.

SYNOPSIS: Kyle finds out that having Tess as a houseguest won't be quite as bad as he had thought.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Roswell Fic, so... I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER ONE

The Vallenti residence, Afternoon

Kyle ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed his head. That hadn't gone well. He'd been irritated at finding Tess in his room, but lashing out at her had been more a reaction to his father's decision to let her stay with them without consulting him at all. He felt like an ass, for spouting off at her without considering what she had been through. Even with his irritation he couldn't help, but notice that Tess was one sexy alien, especially wearing, as far as he could see, only his hockey jersey and bobby socks while lying across his bed.

He felt his dick stir in his jeans and the image of what she might have looked like, had he not stopped her from removing his jersey flashed across his mind. She was petite and curvy. Her breasts weren't large, but then neither was she. They were high and pert with brown, upturned little nipples in quarter-sized areola and in perfect proportion to her lithe frame. Her skin would be pale and smooth over her toned muscles. He could see the smooth slope that ran from her ribs to her waist to the flared curve of her hips. The smooth skin continued down her thighs and then tapered to her little feet as she lay on her side, looking at him through those large, piercing, steel blue eyes of hers. The soft blonde curls of her hair tumbling over one shoulder, framing fine, elven features. "What I wouldn't do to a body like that." He thought, his dick growing hard on his boxers and he reached for the porn magazine she had left on his bed. He figured he'd better give himself some relief, it might be a little embarrassing to walk around with an erection tenting the front of his pants, especially with Tess around.

He looked up quickly as his door opened and Tess slipped back into his room, closing the door behind her and resting back against it. "Thanks." She told him and he frowned, holding the magazine in front of his bulging crotch. "What?" he asked confused. "For the compliment, a girl likes to know that s guy finds her sexy." She explained. "How?" he asked, his confusion not exactly lifted by her explanation. "Alien, remember." She said , tapping her fore head and then pointing at her eyes and then his. "You read my mind!" he exclaimed indignantly, finally grasping her meaning. "Not exactly, you were kind of... shouting, I guess would be the closest equivalent." She told him, tapping the side of her head. "Oh." He said and lowered his gaze unable to meet her clear, steady stare and feeling his face heat with embarrassment.

"I'm quite flattered you know." She informed him, pushing away from the door and moving closer to him. "You got most of the details right, except my nipples are pink and, I shave down there." She continued. Stepping slowly closer to him. Even, through his embarrassment and growing discomfort, both in his pants and about the whole situation he couldn't help readjusting his mental fantasy to incorporate the details she had just supplied. When he refocused, she was standing right in front of him, looking up at him. She took the magazine and pulled it from his unresisting hands. "Now, that's quite a compliment too." She told him. Kyle was desperately trying to think about anything other than the girl in front of him and the things he'd like to do with her, but his hormone impaired teenage brain wouldn't let him. She was so close to him he could smell her, a light feminine scent that was a mixture of baby powder and vanilla. He felt his dick twitch in his pant, straining against the material of his boxers and the confines of his jeans.

"We can, you know, what you were just thinking. Your dad won't be home until late." she suggested. He felt his jaw drop and he was sure his eyes widened as the import of her words hit him. He tried to formulate some sort of answer, but she didn't give him a chance, as she lightly ran her small hand up the length of the bulge in his pants causing him to drag in a ragged breath instead of speaking. "We both know, you're up for it and I think we both do with a little stress relief after what we've been through, don't you?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Tess." He said her name softly, closing his eyes to rob himself of the stimulus of seeing her in order to find a way to regain control of himself and the situation. But, the image of her behind his eyelids wasn't wearing his hockey jersey, so he snapped them back open.

"Are you doing that?" he asked her suspiciously. "Sorry, Kyle. That's all you." She told him. "What I can do is this. It is yours after all and I should have asked before borrowing it." She continued and before he could do or say anything she grabbed the hem of his jersey and whipped it off, over her head and tossed it to the floor. She stood in front of him, casually, her creamy breasts exposed, dressed only in a pair of plain, white cotton panties and her bobby socks. It was the most erotic sight he had seen in his young life. One moment he was resisting her temptation with every fiber of his being, then the next he simply almost wanted to tear the little cotton underpants off her and have his way with her. A smile bloomed across the cupid's bow of her full lips. "That's the spirit." She encouraged him. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zip. He started to reach for her, but she gave him a direct look and his hands froze, a mere inch from her shoulders. "Soon." She told him quietly. He didn't argue, what she had done with his pants, relieved some of the pressure on his dick, and that felt good Her hand ran up along his torso to his chest and then she surprised him further by shoving him. He hadn't realized that he had actually backed up as she drew closer and that his bed was right behind him, so, before he could catch himself he sat down heavily on it.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement and something else, something that no one had ever directed at him before, that was both a little scary and at the same time very thrilling. He watched her lick her lips, the first sign that she might not be as confident as she was acting. He swallowed hard and drew saliva into his mouth to wet his suddenly dry throat as she looked at him with a speculative tilt to her head. "Lift your arms." She told him and he slowly lifted his arms above his head. The real thing was infinitesimally better than his mental images as he drank in her near naked form, knowing that, as she had promised, he would soon get to catalogue what his eyes were seeing with his hands and lips. She gathered the hem of his t-shirt and the dragged it up his body and off over his head. At, the same time, she moved forward and straddled his thighs, sliding her knees onto the bed on either side of him. His eyes were covered by his t-shirt when he felt her weight rest on his lap and her breasts flatten warmly against his chest, her nipples felt like two hot little embers. His dick throbbed, trapped between his torso and hers, separated only by the thin cotton of their underwear as his erection tented his boxers out through the front of his undone jeans. When she pulled his t-shirt clear of his mouth, he felt her breath, hot against his lips. When she finally dragged it off his head and up his arms, his eyes locked with hers.

He took his t-shirt from her, brushing her fingers lightly and then tossed it away. He had been strangely comfortable with the way she had taken control, but that came to an end with her on his lap and pressed warmly against his body. The fingers of one of his hands wound their way into her soft, blonde tresses and cupped the back of her head, guiding her lips to his. He was a bit startled to find that neither of them closed their eyes as he kissed her. He slid his lips against hers, shifting her head with his hand to cement their lip lock and lightly probing between them with the tip of his tongue until she parted them and allowed his tongue to sinuously wrestle with hers. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands sliding around his back, rubbing warm pressure into his muscles. His free hand slid down the smooth skin of her back, feeling the slight valleys and ridges of her spine. His fingertips found the waistband of her panties and with only a moment of hesitation he wormed them in between the soft material and her smooth skin until he could cup and squeeze a handful of her firm ass. He also pulled her tighter against him, pressing her heat against his pulsing erection. She sort of rocked her hips rubbing her back and forth on his lap, matching the rhythm of his hand as it fondled first one and then the other of her ass cheeks. She groaned into his mouth, her fingernails drawing ten hot little trails across his shoulder blades. His fingers massaged her scalp as he pressed her lips to his with hungry pressure.

They didn't leave enough time to drag in air between exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, sucking licking or nibbling at each others lips and the penalty was that they had to stop, eyes still locked, panting breathlessly. He let his hand fall from her hair, but kept fondling her ass lightly and slowly. "You're a good kisser." She complimented him, the pink little tip of her tongue lightly tracing the top of her kiss-swollen lower lip. He could still taste her strawberry lip-gloss on his tongue and her heaving chest as she tried to normalize her breathing made her breasts press rhythmically against his chest, her nipples dragging across his skin. "You're not so bad yourself." He returned the compliment with a smile, which she returned almost shyly. He was starting to have the sneaking suspicion that maybe she wasn't quite the vivacious seductress she had acted when had entered his room, but then again that could be part of the act too. The thing was at that point he didn't care. Nothing really mattered except the feel of her, the taste of her, the smell of her and the soft sounds she made while they kissed.

He slid his hand between them and cupped the lower curve and side of her breast, weighing it where it fit comfortably in his hand. She rolled her shoulder, pressing the warm globe into his hand when his thumb circled around the erect, rubbery cone of her nipple. The skin of her areola had a slightly different texture to the rest of her breast and seemed swollen, leaving her nipple as a peak on the crest of a curved hill. She drew in a heavy, hissing breath as he rolled and flicked her sensitive nipple, varying his speed and pressure, noting her reactions as he explored her breast. Her hands hooked at his shoulders as she let her head loll back, the crotches pressing even harder together as she changed the angle of her body. He kept up his manipulation of her breast as he lapped at the exposed skin of her throat, swirling his tongue in the hollow at its base drawing a murmur of approval from her. He let his tongue paint abstract patterns on the skin of her chest before planting a sucking kiss on the upper slope of each of her breasts. He felt her fingers clutch at the rounded curve of his shoulders when he buried his nose between her breasts and inhaled deeply before extending his tongue and running it up the valley of her cleavage.

His dick was almost painfully hard and it occasionally twitched and he felt the cotton of his boxers getting wet and sticky as he felt each hard twitch draw lubricating liquid out of him in heavy dollops. Her new angle also pressed the crotch of her panties, hot and damp against the base of his cock and against his churning balls. It was his turn to groan against her skin as her hips undulated and she ground against him. He was forced to lift his lips from her creamy, flushed skin to draw in a long, deep steadying breath as his ass clenched and he humped back against her. Her nipple shifted in front of his eyes with the heaviness of her breathing, beckoning him invitingly and she made the most exquisite sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper when he sucked in her nipple, areola and as much of her tit flesh as he could into his mouth that he almost immediately released it to repeat the process.

This time he kept her in his, nursing at her flesh and he felt her shudder against him. One hand left his shoulder and found the back of his neck and she pressed him harder to her breast even as she pushed against his lips. He drew his mouth back, dragging his teeth and lips lightly across her skin, stopping just behind her areola to lave her nipple with his swirling tongue. He tasted vanilla, because that was what he smelled on he skin. Her small, but surprisingly strong fingers worked their way into his hair to drag across the skin of his scalp as he explored her breasts with his hand and mouth, their torsos sliding and grinding together as their hips shifted to some primal beat.

Everything felt so good and there were so many new and wonderful sensations flooding into his body that he soon found himself fighting for control as he felt his ball start to churn and tighten with the need to ejaculate. He lifted his head, having to fight the pressure of her hand at the back of his head, reluctantly pulling his lips off her sweet teat to grit his teeth as he clenched himself and breathed heavily through his nose to calm the raging in his nuts. His hands went still on her breast and ass as he brought all his concentration to bear on a single thought: "DO NOT CUM!" She made an indelicate sound of dissatisfaction and frustration, but after a moment she seemed to realize what he was trying to do and stopped grinding against him, just in time, allowing him to stave off the intense need to release his pent up seed. He actually felt sweat pop out on his forehead with the herculean effort it took him not to cum.

His jaw actually hurt a little as he unclenched it and with a long sigh, let his head drop lightly onto her chest. He felt her rest her cheek on the top of his head, her arms folded lightly around him and taking his hand out of her panties he did the same. They stay like that for a little while, wrapped warmly and comfortable around each other until he lifted his head and she lifted hers so that they were looking at each other. "You've done this before?" she asked. "No." he answered truthfully and watched as her expression became perplexed. "But, the things you did... Your mouth on my breast... your hand... it was... you know... Wow! How?" she rephrased her question, not quite seeming to find the words she was looking for. He smiled wryly. "Tess, I'm a teenage guy who has never had a steady girlfriend. I've been thinking and fantasizing about this for a very, very long time. I just sort of put theory into practice, I guess." He explained. She looked at him for a moment, the frown on her forehead fading, but not vanishing. "So, you've never...?" she asked, not qualifying the question, but he knew what she meant. He shook his head. "You?" he enquired. Her eyes shifted from his for a moment and then locked with his again. "No." she said quietly and her straight, white teeth bit at her lower lip.

Kyle was more than a little startled and concerned by her admission, but tried not to show it. It put a new complexion on matters. He didn't know if he could take her virginity, without there being more between them than hormones and teenage lust. The thought was irrational, because moments ago he had been willing, hell eager to have sex with the beautiful blonde alien on his lap, no questions asked, but now that the questions had been asked, he actually felt a little guilty. She smiled and shook her head and then simply tapped the side of her head with two of her fingers. He grimaced and then nodded. "Sorry I forgot." He told her. "I just thought... You were kind of aggressive and so sure of yourself when you came through the door. I made an assumption and now... I don't know if I can do this. Your first time... I mean... I don't know what I mean." He finished lamely.

"Kyle, you're sweet." She told him smiling. "But, I want this. My life... My life hasn't had many connection, I haven't had a steady boyfriend either, not for lack of guys trying, but because I wasn't allowed. Nesado was kind of strict, he had to be to keep me safe. The way things stand now I could be killed tomorrow. Believe it or not, girls are as curious about sex as you guys, we might not think about it a much, but we do. And, being able to read or just hear the thoughts of teenagers I am around all the time, only fuels that curiosity. The way I see it we can do this for each other and if something more develops great, if not... If not we never, ever tell anyone and go on with our lives as if it never happened. Either way, for right now we get what we both want." She paused and took a deep breath. "Or, we stop right hear and I go get myself off in the shower and you rub one out thinking about what might have happened." She concluded presenting him with his options.

With, an eerie sense of timing his cock twitch against her a moment after she finished. "Well, we know his vote." She quipped. A, smile twitched at his lips, but looked at her solemnly. "You're sure?" he asked and she nodded. He cupped her cheek lightly in the palm of his hand, his eyes searching hers, looking for the truth. She pressed her smooth, soft cheek against his fingers and then they shared a light, tentative kiss. His hands found her hips and he guided her off his lap and onto the bed, before standing. He looked down at he, drinking in her beauty. She reached for the waistband of her panties, lifting her ass and he shook his head, putting his hand on her taut belly and pressing her back down onto the bed. "Soon." He told her, mimicked her earlier explanation and she complied, letting her hands fall limply at her sides.

He kicked off his shoes and let his jeans drop to puddle around his feet before pulling his boxers forward and off his hips. His dick sprang forward, bobbing between them almost joyful about its release and eagerly attracted to the beautiful girl lying on his bed. Her lips were slightly parted and she was staring at his bobbing penis with fascination. Shifted onto her side, moving closer to him and her hand reached out, almost of its own accord. Her fingers stopped, only inches from his member and she flicked her eyes up at him in mute appeal. He nodded slightly and her hand moved forward. He wasn't quite prepared for the sensation of someone other than himself touching his dick or his reaction to it. He let out a short, sharp gasp and his dick jump and his hips thrust involuntarily as her slim fingers wrapped around him and started to lightly explore the curved length of his shaft. He twitched in her hand and felt another one of those thick dollops of lube ooze out of his slit. She slowly skimmed her fist down to his base and then up to his tip, finding and spreading his now free flowing lube along his length. Her hand was smooth and she started varying the pace and pressure of her explorations and he felt the familiar tightening in his groin as his excitement grew and lightly gripped her wrist, stopping her moving hand. She released him and he released her. He stepped out of his jean and boxers, and removed his socks at the same time as she rolled onto her back in the middle of his bed.

He lifted each of her feet and removed her socks and then slowly slid his hands up her legs, lightly tensing his fingers to test the toned muscles below her sumptuously smooth skin until, leaning forward he reached the waist of her panties. He hooked his fingers around the elastic and then started to peel them off her hips. She lifted her buttocks off the bed to aid him and he revealed her shaved crotch. Her panties clung damply to her sex for a moment and then came free. He inspects the swollen flesh of her sex as fascinated as she had been with his. Her folds glisten wetly and he can see the little pearl of her clit peaking out of its hood at the apex of her slit. He had to shake himself back into action to slide the white cotton down her thighs, over her knees and off her legs. The steamy, exotic aroma of female arousal tantalized his nose and without thinking he brought her panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. He was a little embarrassed as he saw her looking at him, sniffing her panties and dropped them to the floor next to his pants and her socks.

He climbed onto the bed and shifted over her, his knees between her legs, his hands between her body and arms. She lifts her hands and lightly runs them down his solid biceps, leaving a tingling sensation behind them. She tilts her head slightly and he can see her teeth play lightly with her lower lip as he lowers the weight of his torso to hers and he can feel the pointed tip of his cock bump and drag along the inside of her thigh as he positions himself close to, but not touching her swollen folds. He worms one hand under her shoulder and rests on his forearm. "You smell really good." He informed her, looking down at her face surrounded by the golden halo of her hair. He could feel heat from her pussy radiate onto the head of his cock. He wanted to ask her one more time if she was sure, but was afraid to, just in case she suddenly decided to call it all off. He hovered above her, unmoving until she snaked a hand between them and grasped his shaft and gently guided it forward, sliding the helmet of his dick head between her slippery folds to the entrance of her snatch. "I'm sure, Kyle." She told him and her hand left his cock to join the other one, which had reached for his hips and with a light tug, she urged him forward.

His hips thrust forward and he pressed into the tight ring of her entrance. Her flesh resisted him and he hesitated to add more pressure, but her fingers clenched at his hips encouragingly and he thrust harder. He sank into her slowly and heard her gasp and her breath hitch as his head popped into her and the girth of his shaft started to stretch her tight, grasping flesh. He groaned as her tight channel surrounded his shaft with liquid heat and pressure and his dick slid into her molten depths with pleasurable friction that made his balls grow tight and tingly. Her nipples brushed along his chest as he slid forward and his tense torso dragged across the smooth, taut muscles of her midriff. The fingers of his hand under her shoulder clutched at her skin while the other grabbed a handful of the covers beneath them. He tried to keep his focus on her, to hold his animal instincts in check.

Her sex felt so good around him he wanted to thrust harder, faster, to get deeper inside her to posses her completely, but he kept the pressure steady, and his progress slow. He felt her draw her legs up, the smooth skin of her inner thighs sliding along his outer thigh and then wrap around him just below his ass. Her hips rose against him as he drove deeper. He was still half expecting to be stopped by the barrier of her maidenhead when to his surprise their pubic bones met and he was buried completely inside her. They remain that way, for a moment tense and adjusting to each other. He tries to remain still, to give her time, her sex pulses around him, rhythmically squeezing his shaft, making it throb in response. The simple act of breathing forces their sensitized bodies together, making his nerves buzz. HE starts to pull back slowly and he sees her grimace slightly, her sex clutching hard at his retreating member. He stops and then simply rocks back and forth with short strokes inside her. Her sex is a wet, velvet fist around his cock. Her flesh starts to loose it's reluctance to accept his invasion, but not its resistance. He lowers his head and they kiss, hard, quick, but intense. Her lips tug at his lower lip as he raises his head to shift his position in preparation of lengthening his strokes. Her hands leave his hips and skitter up his back, leaving spidery trails across his flexing and shifting muscles

She moans breathily with each stroke as he lengthens them, drawing more of his dick out of her before plunging it back in. His breathing unconsciously matches the rhythm and pace of his thrusts as he inhales when he draws back and exhales when he drives forward. Her hips buck up to meet his and their bodies crash together with the wet sound of flesh against flesh. He shifts his knees slightly forward, allowing her to lift her butt slightly and roll her hips in tight little circles to grind herself against him. He can feel the hard little pebbles of her clit mash and scrape against the base of his cock as they strain against each other. Her face is a mask of erotic beauty. Her skin almost glows and her eyes alternate between wide open and heavily lidded. Her mouth is wide open and she says his name with so much emotion that it sends a shiver up his spine. Words of desire, enjoyment and encouragement pour from both their mouths until they degrade into sounds of effort and need. Their lips, teeth and tongues find each other's skin when they can, kissing, sucking, nipping, licking in a frenzy before they are needed to suck in air.

Her legs tighten around him when he is buried inside her, drawing him even deeper into her core. His breath burns in his chest and they are both panting with the need for air to fuel their body's unrelenting desires. Her intimate flesh drags along his throbbing shaft, resisting and inviting sending electric heat into him to cook his balls and make them boil and churn as he thrust forward. With, each stroke, his will weakens and he slips closer to surrender. He grits his teeth, trying to find some last reserve of control. "Tess... Tess... Can't... Can't hold... Hold out... Much... Longer!" he pants urgently. "No... Don't... Don't stop... Not... Not yet... Just... Just a little more... Almost... Close... So... Please." She gasps her voice hoarse and pleading, almost a whimpering whine. He can feel his balls tighten and lift, teetering on the point of no return, but he continues to buck and grind. Somehow, from somewhere he finds the presence of mind to find her nipple with his mouth and repeats what he had done when she was in his lap.

"OH FUCK!" he hears her curse before a wailing cry erupts from her lips as she throws back her head. Her body slams up into his as he back rises off the bed. Her sex locks a death grip on his thrusting cock, squeezing him even as he felt a flood of superheated cream bath him. The pressure, intensity and suddenness of her snatch contracting around him are too much and even as he strains to get completely inside her again he feels his cock swell against the restraining muscles of her climaxing pussy before jerking and releasing his seed in heavy spurts. His ass clenches and his back arches as he throws his head back a bays his release to the ceiling with s hoarse cry. Her sex ripples around him, milking him, drawing every last drop of his essence out of his balls along with all his energy.

His muscles go rubbery and he is barely able to stop himself from simply collapsing on top of her, as it is, he still can't find the energy or co-ordination to roll away or remain hovering above her and settles on top of her. He dick still jerks in the tight grip of her snatch even though it has nothing more to expel. Her hair tickles his forehead as he blinks to clear his slightly blurry vision. He can feel her breast heaving against his chest as they both try to catch their breath. The grip her pussy has on his cock finally relaxes and the racing of his heart slows along with the pounding of his blood in his ears.

He realizes that he must almost be pretty much crushing her and with a groan he untangle his limbs from hers. Her pussy clutches at him as he withdraws, shrinking and she makes a little sound of disappointment as he slips from her. He also immediately misses her snug, moist warmth as he rolls off her to lay next to her on his bed. She feels her fingers searching for his and he turns his hand palm up so that she can lace her fingers with his. The grip each other's hand tightly for a moment in acknowledgement of the wonder and intensity of what they have just experienced, before letting go. He gathers her into the crook of his arm and she snuggles her head against his shoulder, her wealth of blonde hair, a soft pillow and her body against his side, the flesh of one breast flattened against his ribs, the weight of the other resting on his chest. She throws her leg over his, so that she is half draped over him, her arm draped below his chest, her hand just over his heart. He tightens his arm around her, pressing against her spine and massaging her where his hand rests on the smooth curve of her hip.

He lightly kisses the top of her head. They both sigh their contentment as they finally relax. He can't guess how long they have been at it, but the room around them was growing steadily darker. He wants to ask her about her lack of hymen, but he doesn't really know how to broach the subject. He groans inwardly, when he remembers she can hear his thoughts, but her breathing, which is warm against the side of his neck has taken on a slow steady rhythm. He cranes his neck and gently brushes the hair away from her face to find her asleep with a slight c=smile quirking the edges of her kiss-swollen lips. The question didn't really mean anything, he was just simply curious.

The toll of exertion and the reward of satiation finally caught up with him and he felt his eyelids droop. The scent of sex and vanilla surrounded him and the thought:
"I just had sex!" Repeated itself in his mind again and again to the steady rhythm of his heart as it beat against his chest and her warm, little hand above it. This too faded as he drifted off to sleep.

THE END? MORE? You let me know.