Drabbles

It was late on Friday night, and Brigitte Fitzgerald was still up. However she was not, like most people her age, partying and drinking. She was doing what people in her year should be doing. Studying for her finals. Well, she was trying to study, but she was very disorganised. Page after page of notes littered her desk. History next to math, science with English. Brigitte was lost, and was struggling to surface.

For most of the last hour, Sam had been pretending to watch TV, but had really been watching Brigitte out of the corner of his eye. He found her struggle absolutely adorable.

Eventually Brigitte snapped. With a scream of frustration, she threw all her papers onto the floor, before bursting into tears. “I can’t do this anymore!” she whined. Sam rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her. Brigitte clung to him, desperate to escape the realities of her studies.

“Sweetheart, its past midnight. Go to bed,” he whispered, kissing her forehead gently.

“I have to finish this Sam! I can’t fail finals, I just can’t!” she cried. Sam chuckled.

“It’s Friday night, you have the whole weekend to work,” he said. Brigitte sighed in defeat.

“Yeah... you’re right,” she whispered. Sam smiled, and pushed her towards the bedroom.

“Now go on, go to bed,” he said.

“You’re not coming?” Brigitte asked, a seductive smile on her lips. Sam had to count to five before he could answer.

“No... you go ahead, I’ll be in soon I promise,” Brigitte frowned.

“Okay...” she whispered, disappointment lacing her voice. Sam smiled, and watched her leave the room, not daring to move until the bedroom door was firmly closed. Quickly, he gathered together Brigitte’s papers and headed with them into the kitchen.

The next morning, Brigitte awoke early. She had tried to stay up and wait for Sam, but had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She tried to go back to sleep, but over-whelming worries about her finals consumed her. She knew she had to get up and get back to studying. With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and wrapped herself in her dressing gown and headed out the door. She yawned as she flipped on the light, it was so early the sun was yet to rise, and headed to her desk that sat at the back of the living room. However as soon as she sat down, she realized that none of her work was where she had left it. She groaned and went to call Sam, but soon stopped when she noticed a note pinned to the kitchen door.

Brigitte. It’s about time someone organised all your notes. You were only doubling your workload by being so disorganised. So I organised everything for you. You can thank me by coming back to bed. Love you. Sam xxx

Brigitte smiled and peaked round the door of the kitchen. Inside were a number of files, marked and highlighted according to the subject matter and the different categories of that subject. Brigitte blushed at the thought of the effort Sam must have gone too for her. This would have taken hours.

A few minutes later she slipped back into bed next to Sam. He was dead to the world, having finally gone to bed at around 4am. Not that he cared now. As soon as Brigitte’s lips were on his, he was wide awake. He smiled when he realized she was in the lacy red and black underwear set she’d brought for him on his birthday. He sighed and pulled her closer, slipping his hand up her back at the same time. It rested under her bra strap, just waiting for the permission to unhook it.

Brigitte however, was in the mood to tease. She pushed his arms away, and held them above his head as she moved her lips to his ear. She flicked her tongue over the tip, a sure fire way of sending Sam into a fog of lust. She giggled as she felt the bulge of his erection push against her thigh.

“Brigitte please...” Sam hissed as Brigitte repeated the gesture. While he loved it when Brigitte took control, he hated not being able to make her feel as good as he felt.

“Keep your hands where they are,” she whispered, letting them go. Sam nodded and kept them in their place. Brigitte smiled and ran her tongue over Sam’s ear a final time. His body shook with the effort of staying still. Brigitte’s smile widened as she worked her lips slowly towards Sam’s torso. She stopped at his neck and nicked it with her teeth, causing yet another hiss from Sam’s mouth. Her lips reached his nipples. She took one between her teeth and gently squeezed it. It sprung up at once. Brigitte did the same with the other nipple, and then proceeded to move her lips downwards.

Sam was grasping the headboard in the effort to not move his hands. Brigitte knew all his spots, and she was hitting them one after the other, never missing. Her lips had now reached her stomach and her hand was slowly slipping up his inner thigh.

“Brigitte you’re going to drive me insane...” he growled as her fingers played with the waistband of his boxers. Brigitte giggled, her lips on his stomach. It sent a weird vibration through his body that only hardened his erection.

Brigitte moved her lips to the bottom of Sam’s boxer leg, which she nudged up with her nose, the tip of which brushed Sam’s rock hard penis. He growled and pulled on the headboard. It groaned under the pressure.

“Brigitte please!” Sam cried. He was so desperate for a release but held on to his self control.

“You want me to do something about this?” Brigitte whispered, nodding her head towards the bulge in his underwear. Sam nodded enthusiastically. Brigitte leaned up and planted a kiss on Sam’s lips as she tugged his boxers down. Sam groaned as his erection was freed. He was unable to control himself, and thrust his hips up. Brigitte held down his hips, and Sam stopped. It took as his effort to remain still and that effort was tested as Brigitte ran a tongue over the tip of Sam’s penis.

“Brigitte...” Sam muttered, his voice cloaked with lust. Brigitte giggled again, sending the vibrations down Sam’s erection. The resulting pleasure caused him to rock his hips up again. Brigitte didn’t bother to hold down Sam’s hips this time. Instead she took his entire length in her mouth, running her tongue over it as she did do. Sam’s breathing went deep and rapid as his levels of pleasure increased in wave after wave. He watched as Brigitte’s head bobbed up and down, felt as she occasionally ran her tongue over his shaft, and sucked on the tip. After only a matter of minutes, Sam felt the familiar tingling in his stomach and he came hard into Brigitte’s mouth. Sam shook with the power of his orgasm as Brigitte swallowed all he had to offer. She then rested her head against Sam’s sweaty hip with a smile on her face. Sam stroked her hair as he waited for the command he knew was coming.

“Take me....” Brigitte whispered, after Sam’s breathing returned to normal. He didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his boxers and grabbed Brigitte’s hips, before flipping her over. He slipped his hands up her back and unhooked her bra. Once loose he pulled it from her body and flung it across the room, where it landed on the window ledge. Sam then turned his attention to Brigitte’s thong. It was damp from the level of excitement she was at. Sam tugged at the bow that held the underwear together with his teeth, and the material fell apart. Brigitte groaned, her actions mimicking those of Sam’s earlier. Her hips rocked upwards again and again.

“Oh God...” she cried out as Sam flicked his tongue over her wet entrance. Her entire body quivered as Sam started to move his tongue. Sam found her ‘spots’ with ease, teased them with his tongue while his hands fondled her breasts. Brigitte’s heart raced, faster and faster the closer she got to an orgasm. She, like Sam before her, was desperate to come. But unlike Sam, she had little self control. Her hips continued to buck upwards, forcing Sam’s tongue deeper inside her. Sam took the hint and thrust his fingers into her, finding her g-spot in seconds. He’d barely touched it when he felt the quiver of Brigitte’s orgasm. He grinned and kissed her, preventing her from crying out. He finally released her as her body fell still.

“Any particular position?” he asked, not really caring what the outcome was, knowing that some positions were better for Brigitte. Brigitte smirked.

“I want you to bend me over the table and fuck me senseless,” she whispered. Sam almost came again. Although Brigitte often said things like this, he still couldn’t get used to the idea of Brigitte Fitzgerald asking to be fucked.

“Gladly,” he muttered, grabbing her hand. He dragged her into the kitchen. Without pausing he pushed her over the table. She spread her legs in response.

“Fuck me...” she groaned. Sam smirked and positioned himself at her entrance, before grabbing her hips and thrusting into her. Brigitte screamed out. Sam had hit her spot straight away. He always did. He knew her body better than anyone. Brigitte’s screams spurred Sam on, and he trusted into her, moving faster and harder with each passing moment. Brigitte clung to the edge of the table in an effort to stable it. She clenched her virginal muscles around Sam. Sam cried out in response.

“Oh God Brigitte...” he groaned. Brigitte grasped one of Sam’s hands, and placed it on her breast. Sam took the hint and fondled her breasts, running his fingers over her hardened nipples. He then proceeded to lean over her, and attack her neck with his lips. Brigitte responded by reaching up and putting her hands in Sam’s hair. She gently tugged on it. Sam growled in response and thrust into her harder, this time slowing down so he could make each individual thrust as hard and deep as possible. Brigitte groaned as she felt herself climate. Wanting Sam to cum with her, she clenched her muscles tight around Sam, and smiled as she felt him release inside her and she herself climaxed. Sam pulled out of her and spun her round. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped his arms around his neck.

“That was amazing,” Brigitte muttered as she leaned against him. Sam pulled her sweaty form closer as he nodded.

“It hasn’t been that good in a couple of days,” he whispered into her hair.

“Yeah... you’ll have to do nice things for me more often,” Brigitte whispered, circling his chest with her fingers. Sam laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind,”

“Did I even thank you for the organising?” Brigitte questioned, leaning back to look into Sam’s eyes. They sparkled with amusement.

“I think what you just did to me said it all,” He smirked.

“Love you Sam,” Brigitte whispered.

“I love you too,” Sam said back, bringing his lips down to Brigitte’s. After a few seconds Brigitte pulled away.

“Better get back to work,” she whispered. Sam pouted.

“Again?” he asked. Brigitte grinned.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make it much more interesting for you this time. I’ll do it naked,” she said.

“Oh God...” Sam muttered. Brigitte giggled, and went and got her work.