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Taken By The Wind

By: mxwtt



Author's Note:

This is my second attempt at writing a series of erotic fiction. I would like to take the opportunity to thank everyone who sent me such kind responses to the conclusion of the Coach King series, they were greatly appreciated.

Just a word of warning, this is the first chapter, so it takes a while to get to the action. 

Now, I hope you enjoy 'Taken By the Wind'.

-Max



Taken By The Wind Ch. 02



Author's Note:

This is the second installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the second chapter before reading this one.

Just a word of warning, although this chapter has been categorized as 'Lesbian Sex' it could have been categorized as Erotic Couplings as such content is featured (though fairly minimally).

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapter, I really appreciate all the feedback. Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max

***

Chapter 2:

Karen awoke the following morning still on top of Rob, at first confused about who she was with. A rush of fear went through her when she realised what she'd done. Karen pulled away, climbing out of the bed, her bare feet chilled by the hardwood floor beneath them. A shiver of worry went up her spine and a lump of ice formed in her stomach. This shouldn't have happened, not with him, not with Rob. He was nice; he didn't deserve to be used.

You were both drunk, she told herself, he was lonely and you were lonely. You shared one night, that's all it was, that's all it has to be. But that wasn't what she wanted. At least she didn't think that's what she wanted. She felt cheap, she felt like she'd lived up to the negative stereotype of the girls from her neighborhood. But it'd just happened, he'd been there, he was so nice, he was so attractive, and she'd wanted him so much. Karen pulled her sweatpants and tank top back on hurriedly and left the room, retreating to the bathroom.

She sat on the toilet seat, burying her face in her hands. Her head was pounding and she realised she'd gotten more drunk than she'd thought the night before. Karen had used him, she'd been mad at Adam for cheating on her, and had found a hotter guy to be with. She couldn't date Rob. He deserved someone way better than herself, someone he could actually relate with. She was a mess right now; he didn't deserve to deal with that.

What were you thinking? Karen asked herself. She wasn't even technically broken up with Adam yet. She'd said the words but he still didn't believe him, and neither did she, not really, not in her heart. Karen had 'broken up' with him before, only to get back with him a few weeks later. She loved Adam, he hurt her sometimes, but she hurt him too. Now she was going to hurt Rob as well, and she felt like shit for doing it. Karen sighed; she needed to talk to Courtney. She needed to get rid of Rob, and figure out what everything meant.

Karen went downstairs and fired up the stove, turning on the radio. The storm had stopped, and the plows were starting to clear the roads. Music played as she cooked breakfast for the two of them, hardly hearing it as she got lost in her thoughts. She'd been with Adam off and on since eleventh grade, some of the break ups had been his fault and others hers. They fought a lot, but when times were good they were really, really good. She loved him all through it, in spite of her parent's disapproval of how he treated her at times. Only someone she really loved could hurt her like Adam did.

Then there was Rob, an obviously nice guy who seemed to really like her. But how nice was he really? In Karen's experience nice guys were only that way because they wanted something. She'd given Rob that last night, who was to say he wouldn't be bored of her now and just move on? That didn't seem like Rob though, he was a sticker. He and Jenna had been together for years. And there was the fact that Adam had apparently cheated on her, she couldn't imagine Rob doing that.

She didn't know him though, not really. She knew Adam, she knew what to expect, good times and bad times. There were so many unknowns with Rob. What had he really been like with Jenna? Had he been as good a boyfriend as Karen thought he'd been? She hadn't hung out with their crowd, maybe the relationship the two of them had shared was the same kind as the one she shared with Adam. Was she trading the evil she knew for the one she didn't?

A hand brushed against her shoulder, making her cry out in fright.

Rob laughed. "Sorry. I thought you heard me," he said.

He left his hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm. Karen stood still, her muscles tense and her heart beating fast. His hand came around to her front and pressed against her stomach. His lips pressed against her cheek from behind her, and she felt him going lower to kiss her exposed neck. Karen pulled away and turned around to face him. It pained Karen to see the look of confusion on Rob's face, and she hated herself for being so cruel to him.

She wished it was easy. That she could just let him be affectionate, let him turn her around and kiss her. To laugh with him, to feel good with him. The more she wanted these things the worse she felt, she'd done a terrible, thoughtless thing to someone she genuinely liked. Rob became still behind her, seeing the distress in her facial expression.

"I..." he began.

"I need to get those eggs off the stove," she said quickly, interrupting him.

"Do you need a hand?" he offered.

"No," Karen replied hurriedly. "Just... Just sit down, I'll take care of it."

Rob looked at her, "Are you sure? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," she replied with forced cheerfulness. "Just let me handle the cooking, alright?"

Rob looked as though he was about to argue, but chose against it and sat down. Karen hurried to finish up the scrambled eggs, sitting down with him to eat once they were finished. They remained silent for a while, simply eating. Rob realised that Karen had gone a lot further than she'd meant to the previous night and he regretted giving into what he'd wanted so easily. She was going through a break up, she was a mess. He should have respected that and stayed away.

"Listen," Karen said after picking apathetically at her food until it'd grown cold, "I don't want you to think last night meant more than it did," every word came out difficultly, but she had to do this. "I wanted what happened just like you did, and maybe we went a little too far. I really do like you, and maybe if things were different we could..." Karen trailed off, that wasn't relevant to what she wanted to say. "I just don't think I'm ready to be with someone else right now. I'm still going through this thing with Adam, and I'm really not in a state to be entering a new relationship. I'm sorry."

Rob was quiet for a moment, observing her with unreadable eyes. "Are you getting back with him then?" he asked.

Karen sighed. "I don't know, I don't think so. I'm really not sure what I'm going to do. I'm just really messed up right now. I don't know what to think."

Rob nodded. "Alright," he said.

He had lots of questions, he wanted to argue, but decided that would just make this worse for her than he'd already made it. He felt bad enough already for putting her in this position, for giving in when he so clearly shouldn't have. He'd let his lust get ahead of his mind, he'd allowed his loneliness trump his morals. His grandfather would have been ashamed of him.

"I still, you know, want to hang out and whatever," Karen said. "I mean, if you don't think it'll be too weird."

"No, I'd like that too," he said.

A flood of relief went through Karen. "Thanks," she replied gratefully.

There were many dimensions to that word, many nuances to that expression of gratitude. Both heard them, and both understood them. He was making it easy for her. By not demanding answers to questions that she couldn't give, by remaining calm, by being nice. Part of Karen was grateful for it, another part felt even worse. She felt cowardly, but she also felt slightly angry. What for she wasn't sure, but something about Rob's response made her mad. Was it towards him? Herself? Adam? Just in general? Karen wasn't sure, and she didn't have time to figure it out.

Rob nodded, "I guess I should get dressed and head out."

Rob hadn't dressed beyond his boxers, thinking that he and Karen were going to resume their activities from the previous night. He stood and turned, and Karen noticed for the first time that he had a tattoo on his back. He went to the stairs and back up to her bedroom before she got a good look, but the mere fact that he had one surprised her. She didn't really think about it, she had more pressing matters to fret over.

Deciding she didn't have the appetite to eat she cleared away the dirty dishes, scraping her mostly uneaten eggs into the garbage. Rob returned as she was loading the dishwasher, fully dressed. His head was pounding with a headache, that along with the rejection he'd just received were making for a rather unpleasant morning. At least breakfast was good, he thought to himself. Karen straightened up and looked at him standing by the front door awkwardly, his coat and boots on.

"I guess I should go," he said.

"The roads should be clear," she said, "I heard the plow go by."

He nodded. "Thanks for... everything."

That awkward little exchange told them both that returning to just being friends wasn't going to be easy. He still felt fondness towards her. He saw a frightened and confused girl that he'd taken advantage of. She saw herself as a girl who had led a nice guy along and then cast him out into the cold. They were both mad with themselves, for not being better, for not being more, for failing not just themselves but the other.

"Well uh, goodbye," Rob said to Karen.

"Yeah, bye," she said.

He hesitated for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, looking at her with unreadable eyes. Karen looked at him expectantly, willing him to say something more, something that would make this right. Rob couldn't think of anything. It only lasted a half breath, a slight moment of uncertainty, a moment of indecision. His eyes turned away from Karen's, his hand tightened around the doorknob, and he turned it.

Rob opened the door and a blast of cold air consumed Karen before he closed it behind him. She leaned back against the counter, her eyes burning. Karen rubbed at them irritably, not wanting to cry. She heard Rob's truck start, and heard his truck fighting to get out of the driveway. She watched him retrieve a shovel from the back of his truck and clear enough snow to get out. After some spinning of his tires he got free and she watched through the window as he disappeared. A sob escaped her, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

She felt so stupid; Rob wanted to be with her, and from what she knew Adam had cheated on her. It should have been an easy decision, why was she so hopelessly stupid? But it wasn't easy. With Adam it was never easy; with him nothing was ever simple. She was drawn to him for reasons she didn't understand. Rob had been a distraction, a pleasant fantasy that had become real in the worst way possible. Now she'd hurt him, she'd hurt herself, and she'd damaged their growing friendship. Familiar self-hatred filled her.

Karen left the kitchen, tears still blurring her vision, and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She ripped the sheets from her bed and threw them into the washer downstairs. Then she returned to her bedroom and picked up her cellphone. Sobs wracking her body, she dialed her friend Courtney's number. Pick up, Pick up she pleaded in her head as she listened to the dial tone. The sleepy voice of her friend came on the line.

"I have an incredibly sexy pair of Swedish men here ready to ravish me, so this had better be important," Courtney said.

"I'm sorry," Karen sobbed into the phone. "I'll call back later."

"Oh God, Karen. I'm sorry," Courtney said, the tiredness leaving her voice. "There's no one here. I was just joking. What happened?" she asked, her tone softening immediately.

Karen gave her friend a teary and incomplete version of the events of the previous day while Courtney consoled her as best she could over the phone. They talked for a long time, Courtney working out more of the story from Karen over the hour, sympathizing and advising as best she could. Karen didn't tell her about everything that had happened with Rob, stopping at the point where he had driven her to her house and not giving her his name.

Courtney got that Karen was withholding information. Normally she didn't call her balling like this over a fight with Adam, and a broken down vehicle wouldn't be enough to put her into this state. They'd been best friends since middle school, and had been through a great deal together, Courtney knew when something was bothering her friend. It must have been something bad if she wasn't telling her. She also knew better than to press Karen for information, she'd just shut her out if she tried that. Instead she listened, and spoke soothingly into the phone to her.

"Listen," Courtney said eventually. "I have to go to work. How about I stop by after and we can talk some more okay?"

Karen breathed deeply, feeling exhausted.

"Alright," she said.

"It'll be okay Dubs," she said using her nickname for her friend. "Just don't talk to Adam, okay?"

"Okay," Karen said.

"Love you," Courtney said.

"Love you too," she replied.

***

"Fuck you!"

The exclamation rang out through the store, causing heads to turn.

"Courtney, calm..." Ben began.

"I quit!" Courtney shouted as she stormed from out of her manager's office.

She barrelled into the staff room. "I don't need this shit," she muttered to herself as she collected her belongings.

Courtney tore her uniform over her head as if it were on fire, throwing it on the table angrily. Her now former co-worker Al chose that moment to walk in, finding her in just her bra from the waist up. Her impressive bust was heaving as she stalked angrily in the small break room like a caged animal, the ornate pattern tattooed up along her flank visible. His eyes widened as Courtney turned and glared at him.

"Take a picture," she snapped at him.

The older gentlemen looked away frightfully, and Courtney dug into her gym bag, finding a t-shirt. Impolite to customers, she thought to herself angrily, people fucking love me. She pulled the t-shirt over her head, drawing her long brown hair out from the hole for her head and fussing with it until it was smooth. Al turned back, watching the furious brunette as she ripped her punch card out of her pocket and threw it on the table with her shirt.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Ben told me I was being rude to a customer," Courtney replied angrily. "It was a joke! I know her! She comes in all the time and asks for me specifically because she likes me!"

She slid her feet out of her black flats and into her tall boots.

"You mean Mrs. Giordano?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said as she pulled her coat on.

"I can go talk to Ben..." he began.

Courtney made a sound. "Fuck that. I'm done here, thanks though. You're not so bad for an old guy," she said.

Al grinned sheepishly, "Thank you."

She hugged him briefly as an apology for snapping at him before and as a goodbye. Courtney looped the strap of her gym bag over her shoulder and left the break room. She walked through the aisles of the drug store, intentionally avoiding the cosmetics department because she might run into a customer she knew and with her state of mind she might say something she'd regret. She passed the cash at the front, waving goodbye to the cashier Alice as she went.

"Courtney to Cosmetics, Courtney to Cosmetics," came the omnipresent voice of her co-worker over the PA system, interrupting the mind-numbing music that was piped into the store.

They'd be waiting a long time for her to respond to that call. Courtney went through the sliding doors and out into the parking lot. She got to her car, threw her bag into the back, and sat heavily in the driver's seat. A string of violent profanity left her mouth and she beat her hands against the steering wheel. She'd needed that job, she'd made commission and she'd been really good at getting sales. The day before Christmas Eve, the biggest shopping day of the year, and she wasn't going to be cashing in.

"Fuck him," she muttered to herself as she fired up her cars engine.

Blaring music came on, and she fastened her seatbelt. She opened her glove box and grabbed her sunglasses, putting them on before shifting into drive and tearing out of her parking space. Her tires kicked up snow and slush as she accelerated, heading towards the road. Courtney decided to head straight for Karen's house, and turned left rather than right like she usually would have.

A few brave lane changes, and more than a few angry horns blared at her later, Courtney got into the lane she wanted and tore down Second Avenue, one of the busiest streets in the North Side. She belted her lungs out to the car radio, she found singing to Alice Cooper's Go to Hell to be very cathartic. It didn't showcase her voice very well, but the lyrics were familiar and extra passion she added to each 'you can go to hell' had her feeling better. When she got to the side roads leading to Karen's house her car started having trouble, they hadn't been plowed like the main arteries yet.

She struggled to Karen's house and found that the paved driveway had been shoveled. Courtney pulled in and parked, turning the key and the torrent of sound disappeared instantaneously. Karen was inside, sweaty from shoveling the driveway but glad for the physical exertion and the distraction the chore had provided. She had just stripped down and stepped under the showerhead, washing the sweat from her body and letting the jet of water work the tension out of her muscles.

Karen turned her head upward, opening her mouth and letting it fill with water before pursing her full lips and expelling it in a steady stream. She turned away from the jet, the water impacting her back and running down along the curves of her body to the swell of her ass. It sluiced over her round buttocks in thin streams, clinging to the backs of her thighs as it trailed down along the backs of her knees and calves before at last going over her feet and down the drain.

Although she'd slept well she felt exhausted, her head hurt terribly, but the ibuprofen she'd taken a few minutes earlier downstairs was beginning to help with that. Karen combed her fingers through her sodden hair, gathering it over her shoulders before grabbing for her shampoo. She squeezed out a glob and rubbed it into her hair, building up a good lather before rinsing her long dark locks before repeating the process with her conditioner.

She massaged her scalp gently, luxuriating in the heat of the water. Karen had made it hot, turning her skin pink and filling the bathroom with steam. She rinsed the conditioner out and then grabbed her luffa sponge. She squeezed a dollop of her body wash into it and began to clean her flushed form. Karen allowed herself to become lost in her cleaning ritual, forgetting Adam and Rob, pushing back memories of the previous night and the confusing thoughts they brought forth.

Karen pulled the shower head out from its bracket on the wall and rinsed herself off, the suds running down her perky breasts and down her flat stomach. She lifted her leg, resting her foot on the side of the tub as she lathered the toned limb, a sudden flashback to Rob massaging her calf making her bite her lip nervously. She soldiered on, ignoring the memories that the alcohol had unfortunately left undamaged.

Eventually she gave in, she was horny and she was in the shower. A private and safe place, the first place where she'd explored her body as it'd developed. Karen sat down in the tub, laying back and spreading her legs. She brought the showerhead between her thighs and let the jet spray her pussy. She brought her free hand down, circling her clit as the torrent of water massaged her tender labia. Her head tilted back, the back pressing against the cold tile behind her.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 02



Fortunately she was able to shut out thoughts of both Rob and Adam, losing herself instead in the sensations she fed her own body. Karen had always found self-pleasure sexy and an easy distraction from what surrounded her. She was in complete control; she could ride the edge of climax or push herself towards it without regard to anyone else. It also let her be selfish; the goal was to get her off and no one else. She circled her clit with two fingers, a soft moan escaping her as she toyed with the sensitive bud.

Karen angled the shower head and squeezed it between her thighs to free up her other hand. The spray still massaged her relentlessly as she brought her hand up to her left breast, squeezing the firm swell as she frantically rubbed at her clit. Moans left her freely, she didn't restrain them, nobody was near and it felt better to relinquish that control. She squeezed her nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she squirmed in the tub.

Her skin squeaked against the acrylic of the tub as she writhed pleasurably, her gasps echoing against the tile. She finally tensed, and cried out, her teeth gritting and her muscles growing tight as her climax washed over her. Her green eyes shut tight, her brow furrowing and a deep growl of satisfaction escaping from deep inside her chest. Karen's legs lost their hold of the showerhead, it clunked against the bottom of the tub as her limbs stretched out straight, her toes pressing against the far side of the tub.

The water from the shower head arched between her legs and came down on her stomach, growing cold as she shook and trembled. Her breath came shuddering from her, a long climax that left her panting in the tub. Suddenly a voice came from the other side of the shower curtain.

"Can I join you?" it said.

Karen screamed and scrambled back against the wall, her heart beating rapidly. Her eyes widened in terror, and she found herself looking for something to bludgeon her attacker with. The curtain was drawn back and Karen screamed again, covering her breasts with her arms though how that would help she didn't know. Fortunately she recognized the face of her visitor, and saw it light up as it began to laugh at her.

"You fucking bitch!" she shouted at Courtney, who laughed hysterically.

Karen grabbed the showerhead and sprayed Courtney with it. The brunette squealed, retreating to the far side of the room and grabbing a towel from the rack to use as a shield. Karen started to laugh as relief flooded through her, adrenalin still coursing through her veins, making her giddy. She managed to soak Courtney pretty well before she decided she'd gotten her revenge and turned off the water. She got out of the tub, soaking wet and completely naked.

"How the fuck did you get in?" Karen asked her still giggling friend.

"Spare key under the rock, dumb Dubs," Courtney replied. She knocked her fist on the top of her friend's head as if to check if it were hollow.

"You scared the shit out of me, I thought you..." she didn't finish. Her heart was still hammering.

Karen grabbed a towel from the cupboard near the sink and wrapped it around herself. Courtney's shirt was soaked, the white cotton growing semi-transparent, and her navy blue pants were dark where Karen had sprayed her.

"I knocked," she said, "but you weren't answering. I tried calling your phone but you ignored it, so I let myself in. I didn't think I'd catch you getting frisky in the shower."

Karen blushed. "I thought you were at work."

Courtney laughed humorously. "I quit."

"Really? I thought you loved working there," Karen said.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I did. But Ben's an ass, I can't work for him."

The two continued to talk as they mopped up the water from the floor. They went to Karen's room and got changed. Karen leant Courtney some of her clothes while hers were dried off and they talked steadily while Karen combed and dried her hair back in the bathroom. When she'd done that they returned to her bedroom and curled up on her bed, Courtney sitting across the width of the bed at the head, her feet hanging over the side while Karen lay back and rested her head on her friends thighs.

Music played over the speakers of Karen's laptop in the background as Courtney eked out more information from her. As she'd suspected earlier that morning there was more than what Karen was telling her, and rather than ask she let Karen slowly tell her more and more. Eventually she told Courtney just how far she'd gone the previous night, but not the name of the guy she'd been with. The name didn't really matter to Courtney. She was more concerned about her friend.

"Have you talked to Adam?" she asked.

Karen shook her head.

"Good," Courtney said. "First off, I don't think you did anything wrong. I mean, this guy, let's call him Joe Schmo, sounds like a pretty decent guy, and you know him right?"

Karen nodded.

"Then it's not like you just slept with some random guy off the street. I wouldn't worry about it. You said you were worried about hurting 'Joe', but I wouldn't. I mean, he'll have to just get over it. It's not like you promised him anything. I'd just write it off as something that happened, that maybe meant something but not enough to be getting upset over. If you both feel like it, you can explore whatever it is between you later, when you're ready," she continued.

"Yeah," Karen said, letting herself be soothed by Courtney's words.

"As for Adam, well you've told him you're broken up with him, and you haven't been with him for two weeks. Maybe it's a bit quick, but hooking up with another guy while you're single isn't anything to be ashamed of. It felt good for you, and I'm sure it felt good for him. You're friends with this guy I guess, even if I don't know 'Joe', so I really don't see the problem with having a bit of fun with him, so long as you're clear about where you stand, which you have been," she concluded.

Karen nodded. "I guess."

"You're just messed up right now because of what happened with Adam. You need some time to just be single, you know? I mean, I'm single and I'm happy. Get your head together, and when you're ready get a fresh start. You don't need a boyfriend if all he does is make you miserable," Courtney said.

"But Adam doesn't make me miserable," she said.

"I'm sorry Karen, but that boy's done nothing but hurt you for nearly two years. I get that you crazy about him, but Adam's a prick," Courtney said.

"You don't know him like I do," Karen said defensively.

Courtney ran her hand over Karen's forehead, brushing her bangs away from her face.

"Right, I know. Just telling you what I think," she said gently. "I worry about you, you know? I don't see you every day like I used to, and sometimes you just disappear for like a week without saying anything. We've gotta look out for each other, right?"

Karen nodded but remained quiet, her eyes looking away from Courtney's. Courtney had gotten out of a really bad relationship about three months earlier. The breakup had been brutal, and at one point Courtney had chased the guy off her property while wielding a golf club. Karen hated seeing Courtney like that. Others might find it cool or funny, but she knew how much it took out of her to play the tough girl.

Courtney had never had good luck with boys. She attracted them in droves, but always wound up with one that treated her terribly. The worst had been the first: Keith. Keith had been a senior when they were in their sophomore year. He'd been gorgeous: tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled physique. He'd even had a car, and not a cheap used one like most guys from their end of town drove, but a nice one that he and his mechanic father had fixed up.

Every girl adored him, including Courtney. He'd helped coach the school's girls' soccer team which Courtney had played for, which was how they'd met. Over the summer before their sophomore year began, he'd invited her to the school for some private 'coaching' sessions during the evenings. He'd known that Courtney had a massive crush on him from the start, and he'd also known how to manipulate her. Inexperienced and unwary Courtney had fallen into every trap he'd set for her.

She'd believed him when he'd told her he loved her. In her naivety she'd thought he'd cared about her, and she loved him back with all her heart. She'd given her virginity to him in the backseat of his car on one of those August evenings. He'd toyed with her after that, making her promise not to tell his girlfriend, promising that he'd be with her some day in the future.

Karen remembered Courtney coming to her house one evening during the spring break of that year. She'd been bruised, scratched, and filthy. The nice dress she'd been wearing stained and ripped. She'd been too ashamed to go home to her father so she'd taken the bus in her tattered state. Keith had invited her to a party, telling her to come alone. She had, and he'd been waiting for her, and so had his girlfriend along with a bunch of her friends. They'd taken turns beating her, spitting on her, calling her a slut, a whore, and every other vile thing they could think of while Keith laughed at her pleas for him to make them stop.

Courtney had cried when she'd come to Karen, but those weren't the first of her tears. Going back to school the Monday after the break she discovered that she'd been given a new label: slut. One boy, one mistake, and she'd been subjected to weeks of abuse. It'd toughened her up, forced her to fight back or forever be nothing more than what they called her.

She'd had a few loyal friends, Karen chief among them, and after what could only be called a campaign of cat-fights and verbal warfare, Courtney had re-climbed the social ladder and had attained status as Queen of the North Side clique by the time they'd entered eleventh grade. Lots of girls hated her, which was inevitable, but she'd surpassed the label of slut her predecessor had given her and was at least respected by their peers.

Right now the Queen was brushing her hand through Karen's midnight locks, and Karen nearly fell asleep from the pleasant sensation. She was brought back to wakefulness when Courtney spoke.

"Do you have anything to eat?" she asked. "It must be time for dinner."

"Uh, yeah," Karen replied. "Downstairs."

They went and scavenged something for dinner from the fridge. It was decided that Courtney was going to sleep over; they spent the rest of the evening watching movies and doing their nails. Kayla let Courtney practice some hairstyles on her. She was about to enter the program to become a hair stylist at the local college, and Karen trusted her so long as she had the same amount of hair as when the 'practice' started. After a few hours spent with Courtney, Karen began to feel much better. They went to bed early, and snuggled together under Karen's comforter, talking and giggling to each other for a few hours more.

They lay facing each other, Courtney's chest pressing into Karen's gently. Karen looked into her friends beautiful face as they talked, feeling safer with her than she did anyone else in the world. Courtney was always complimented on her body, but she was really very pretty too. Her almond shaped eyes a dark chocolate color, her lips pink and perpetually curled into a slight grin. She had a darker complexion than Karen, suiting her darker eyes. She took after her mother, a beautiful woman of mixed Italian and Spanish descent.

Courtney was taller than Karen, with a fuller figure that Karen envied at times. Courtney was the one who drew the eyes. She had a more extroverted personality and had incredible curves. She was Karen's taskmaster in the gym, and looked the part. Lean and toned all over, with a tight ass and heavy breasts that were firm and high on her chest Courtney was hot, and boys noticed. They liked Karen well enough, once they'd stopped staring at Courtney, some even more so, but she was quietly beautiful while Courtney declared it with every sensuous curve and swell of her body.

Nobody ever saw this quietly affectionate Courtney, the one who liked to toy with Karen's hair, the one that hugged the pain away and seemed to always know what to say or do to help her friend. They all thought she was this wild girl that couldn't watch her mouth, partied too hard, and generally didn't care about what people thought. Really, Courtney was very self-conscious, but she only showed her weaknesses to Karen, she'd never trusted anyone else with them. Everyone else she attacked head-on, her apparent confidence a bluff that was seldom called.

Courtney had just finished going through the story of what had led her to quit in full detail and had Karen laughing.

"I bet you nearly gave poor Al a heart attack," she said.

"I doubt it, I looked like a mess. I rushed out of the house and my hair was all frizzy and my makeup was fucked up," Courtney replied.

"I don't think he was looking at your hair or you're face," Karen said.

"I'd be looking at yours," Courtney said. "I'd kill to have hair like this," she said as she ran her fingers through the dark fibers of Karen's hair.

Karen sighed, "I'd kill for your body."

"Oh shut up, you're sexier than I am," Courtney said.

Courtney was always sure to be highly complimentary of Karen's body; she'd had body image issues in high school that had turned into an eating disorder. It'd gotten bad, but she was good now, healthy thanks to her mother's careful observation of what she ate and Courtney's carefully placed praising of her body. It wasn't difficult, Karen was exceptionally beautiful. It just didn't seem that way to her at times.

Karen laughed, not believing Courtney. "Let's see: bigger boobs, longer legs, a trimmer stomach," she listed. "Oh, and a nice tight bum," she said, reaching around to give it a pinch.

Courtney jumped slightly from the act, and pushed her hips forward. They looked at each other for a moment, usually it took a few drinks for them to get playful like this, but tonight they were feeling extra affectionate. Courtney brought her face forward and her lips connected with Karen's. She held the back of Karen's head, drawing her mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle and tender, their lips meeting in mutual affection and love for the other. It ended and they pressed their foreheads together.

"I could..." Courtney offered, looking downward.

Karen grinned but shook her head. "No thanks, Joe Schmo and my shower earlier took care of that."

"Okay," Courtney replied, seeming a little disappointed.

"I could do you..." Karen suggested.

Courtney smiled. "Nah, I'll just find a Joe Schmo of my own somewhere."

She snuggled up against Karen, her forehead pressing against her collar bone. Karen kissed the top of Courtney's head, and the brunette fell asleep with her lips in their perpetual grin. Her words had given Karen an idea, a way to make amends with Rob while possibly making her friend very happy. Why did Courtney have to find a Joe Schmo of her own? Why not hers? Why not Rob? He was good looking, nice, and very good in bed as Karen could attest to.

Plus they liked each other. Karen had observed their interactions when they'd run into him at the gym. He'd always been friendly towards her and Courtney couldn't help but flirt with him. Karen hadn't missed her friend's eyes looking Rob over, and was pretty sure she'd spotted Rob glancing on occasion. There was interest at least, and a pleasant acquaintance. Enough for Karen to work with certainly.

The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. They'd even look good together, and their personalities would balance each other perfectly. At the very least they'd be a match physically. Courtney needed a guy with stamina, something which Rob had in spades. Karen felt herself drifting off, happily scheming, the idea of playing matchmaker for Courtney and Rob bringing a smile to her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing deepened, matching Courtney's as she fell asleep.

***

Courtney left the following morning, leaving Karen feeling much better, and even excited. She showered and dried her hair, talking to her mother on the phone briefly when she called to let her know that she, her father, and her brother would be home by dinner time. Apparently one of the Canadian teams had beaten her brother's team in the final, but the tournament had been good overall. That little bit of good news lifted Karen's spirits even higher, and she was beginning to feel more like her usual self.

Then the knock came.

Karen told herself not to answer the door, but the knock came again. Three raps: one, a pause, and then two more in quick succession. It was Adam's knock, the one she'd been hearing since that night two years earlier when he came to pick her up for their first date. It came again, louder, growing irritable at being ignored. Knock, knock-knock, Knock, knock-knock. Karen turned the music she had playing on her laptop off and left her room.

The knocking grew louder as she padded down the stairs, her heart beating hard in her chest. She reached the bottom of the stairway and went to the door. Karen pressed her hand against the door knob and twisted. She pulled the door back, the chain stopping it from being opened more than a few inches, letting her see Adam's face. He had dark hair, cut short and a light dusting of facial hair on his cheeks that he always left to make himself look older.

His frustrated look disappeared when he saw her. "Karen," he said softly.

"What do you want?" she asked harshly.

"I want to talk," Adam said.

Karen glared at him through the space in the door. "So talk."

"Can I come in?" he asked.

His tone was soft, his eyes gentle, his hands clasped in front of him repentantly. Karen stared at him for a moment, and then shut the door. Adam was about to plead with her to hear him out when he heard the chain being pulled from its slot. The door reopened and widened, Adam stepped forward and through the threshold. Karen turned her back to him coolly and walked into the kitchen. He removed his coat and boots before following her.

"Can we sit?" he asked, gesturing to the kitchen table.

Karen didn't say anything but she sat down and Adam took the chair across from her. He was quiet for a moment, watching Karen trying to ignore his presence. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans, her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Karen picked at her nails nervously, holding her hands in her lap and staring down at them while the silence dragged on. Adam drummed his fingers on the tabletop, using the same pattern he knocked with.

The sound stopped and silence filled the kitchen, broken only when Adam spoke at last.

"I didn't cheat on you," he said.

Karen turned her eyes upward and glared at him. "Get out."

"Karen, I need you to listen to me, please," he entreated.

"Then don't fucking lie to me!" she snapped.

"I'm not lying, Karen," Adam said evenly.

He said it with enough conviction that Karen felt herself believing him.

"Brianna Cohen saw you," she said.

"Then she either needs to see an optometrist or a psychologist, because I did not cheat on you," he insisted.

"She saw you making out with that girl you work with, Rachel, out back by the dumpsters," she said.

"Karen, it wasn't me. Rachel has a boyfriend, and I have a girlfriend. I just got that new job at Fletcher's. We don't even work together any more. I love you Karen. Why would I throw what we have away? Why would I throw you away for her? For a girl I don't even know?" he asked, becoming choked up as the words came out.

Karen felt her heart softening, she wanted to believe him but Brianna saw him with her.

"Then how do you explain what Brianna saw?" she asked.

Adam sighed. "You remember this July? When we were fighting?" he asked.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 02



Karen nodded. He called it fighting, but she'd broken up with him then too. That time had been a culmination of a great deal of things: their disastrous prom, the graduation he'd ruined, and finally the family gathering for the Fourth of July weekend where he'd gotten drunk and humiliated her.

"Well, I went to a bonfire at her place. She had a few people over and there was some drinking and whatever. You'd been telling people that we were broken up, and I guess she thought that meant I was available. We were both drunk, she kissed me and I kissed back, but then I stopped when she tried to go further. I told her I couldn't, that you and I were still together," he said, his voice growing more emotional.

"She didn't like me rejecting her. She said some stuff, some really bad things, about you. You know she's never liked that you and Courtney are so close right? I told her to fuck off, and left. I think this might be her way of getting back at me. She's using you to hurt me, that it hurts you too is probably just some sick bonus for her," he said angrily.

Karen was quiet for a moment. It was true that she and Brianna hadn't been the best of friends throughout high school. She'd been Courtney's best friend in elementary school and had gotten jealous when Karen took over that role in junior high. Karen had thought they'd gotten past that though, and actually considered her a friend, albeit a distant one. Looking at Adam, how emphatically he defended himself, his admission of a mistake that he'd made, how sorry he seemed that it had happened. It made her feel stupid.

Anger bloomed inside Karen's chest, at herself for not listening to Adam in the first place, but more so at Brianna for trying to separate them. She felt terribly betrayed, and furious with her. Adam saw Karen's expression change and knew he'd convinced her. Her eyes softened and tears brimmed in them. He reached across the table and took her hands in his.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I should have listened to you. I'm so sorry I thought that... That I believed that you would... That I..."

Adam left his seat and went to Karen, he leaned down and hugged her to him. She pressed her face into his chest and cried. She felt so terrible, for being so mad at him for something he hadn't done. For thinking the worst of him before even hearing him out, for doing what she'd done with Rob.

"I forgive you," he said, brushing his hand along the back of her head comfortingly.

"But I..." she began.

Adam interrupted her. "Whatever you did, I forgive you. Alright?" he asked.

Karen sobbed harder. "Thank you."

Adam hugged her tight. "Come on, don't cry babe," he said soothingly. "It's alright, it's all good now right? I'm not totally blameless here. I've fucked up a lot too. I didn't give you much reason to doubt that bitch when she was spouting her lies. But we're past all that now. How about a fresh start, okay? I'll do better, I promise."

"Okay," Karen said tearily. "I'll do better too," she promised, hugging him tight around the waist.

Adam kneeled down so he was eye level with her. He brushed her hair out of her face and wiped a tear from her cheek gently. He cupped the side of her face and looked into her watery eyes, an expression of relief visible on his face. His face grew closer to hers, and her eyes shut as their mouths came together. He kissed her tenderly, and she kissed him back. Adam drew back and looked into her eyes once more, seeing the adoration Karen had for him.

"When's your family coming home?" he asked.

"Not a few hours," she replied.

Adam grinned at her. "Why don't we make up for the past two weeks?"

Karen looked at him, and a smile lit up her glistening face, true happiness filling her since what had occurred two days earlier. This was Adam at his best. This was the mischievous, fun guy who was kind to her, and who protected her from everyone, including herself. This was the Adam Karen loved.

"I'd like that," she said.

She was amazed by how understanding he was being. Maybe he was serious, maybe he really would do better. That's what she wanted. She wanted to be with him, she liked Rob but she loved Adam. She'd do better too, she decided. She'd listen to him, and she'd try not to goad him into anger. It'd be better this time. Adam led her upstairs to her bedroom and she laughed happily as he pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her onto her bed. She now lay naked from the waist up, waiting for him to join her.

Adam pulled his shirt over his head and climbed on top of her, kissing her hungrily. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them as his tongue searched hers out and attacked it with vigor. They moaned into each other's mouths, his groin pressing into her crotch, his hips pushing down against her as they kissed. Karen ran her hands down his back, not as muscular as Rob's but still possessing a great deal of strength.

One of her hands went up and cupped the back of his head. She pulled his mouth to hers and ran the other up and down his spine. His familiar scent filled her nostrils, tobacco and spearmint mixed with his body's natural musk. He growled into her mouth, and a shiver of excitement went up through her spine as he reached down between them to undo the button of her jeans. She felt him yank and torque, and eventually felt it come undone. He drew her zipper down, and slid a hand inside her pants.

"Ahh." Karen gasped when his fingers brushed against her clit.

"Your soaking wet, baby," he purred into her ear as he ran his fingers along her slit.

He brought his mouth back to hers and dragged his fingers along her glistening labia, letting her squirm under him until he couldn't wait any more. Adam pulled back and grabbed the waistband of her jeans. He yanked hard, and Karen lifted her hips so he could pull them down her legs. Adam got them over her ankles and threw them to the floor. Karen watched in anticipation as he undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor, his already erect cock bouncing into sight.

Adam took it into his fist and stroked himself while looking at her naked body, getting himself to full mast before positioning himself between her legs. Karen would have liked this to be a bit more drawn out, she was excited but a bit more foreplay would have made things better. Without meaning to she found herself comparing Adam and Rob, remembering how patient the latter had been even while drunk.

Karen was surprised to find Adam's cock prying past her entrance, and she snapped back to reality as he penetrated her. Adam groaned as he sank his rigid member into her warm body, and Karen spread her legs wide to accept him inside of her. She felt his familiar stiffness fill her body, and wrapped her arms around his back as he began to thrust into her. Karen gasped as he shoved up into her hard, his body slapping against her forcefully.

"That feel good baby?" he asked as he worked himself in and out of her.

"Uh huh." Karen gasped as she squeezed her legs around him.

Adam pushed himself upward, his hands planting themselves on either side of her head as he used the added leverage to shove himself into her harder. Karen found herself comparing him to Rob again, remembering the grace Rob's movements had had, the controlled ferocity that Adam seemed to lack. She pushed that out of her mind, enjoying the sensation of having Adam inside her, the ridges of his cock grazing against her sensitive inner walls.

Karen grabbed his forearms and planted her feet on the mattress, using them to support her thrusts up against him. They weren't always the best couple outside of the bedroom, but the sex was the one thing that was guaranteed to be good. And it was. Karen was enjoying herself, everything felt good, Adam was doing what he usually did, and it was making her feel the way it always did. But something had changed, Karen had changed. She'd had better than this.

"I'm gonna cum, Karen." Adam groaned.

"Go ahead, baby," she urged, surprised it'd happened so quickly.

Adam moaned deeply, and she felt his shaft swell inside of her. She held on to him tight as she felt the muscles of his back tense and his seed spill into her protected womb. His mouth opened and his eyes shut as he pushed as deep into her as he could and unleashed his load into her body, his abdominals flexing as he emptied himself into her. Karen lay beneath him as he relaxed and lowered herself on top of her. He kissed her neck, and then her flushed cheek.

"You cum baby?" he asked.

"Yeah," she lied to not ruin the moment.

Karen was confused, not sure what had happened. One second everything was fine, she was on her way, everything was good, and the next... it was over. She didn't blame him for it being quick. It'd been two weeks since they'd been together, and unlike her he hadn't had release in all that time. She couldn't be disappointed with him if he'd gotten a little overexcited. It'd felt good while it lasted.

"You missed this didn't you?" he asked, whispering it into her ear as he took the lobe between his lips.

"Yeah," she said, hoping she sounded more convinced than she was.

She let him kiss and caress her, returning them wholeheartedly, and then went to clean up. Adam left shortly after, kissing her lovingly as he left through the door, and handing her a wrapped package with a grin.

"I didn't get you anything," Karen said, feeling bad.

Adam put his hand on his shoulder. "You can make it up to me," he said.

He kissed her on the lips one more time and patted her ass playfully before departing. Karen put the parcel under the tree and returned to the kitchen, feeling confused and worried. She didn't have long to ponder what had happened, however, as her family arrived about an hour after Adam left. Karen smiled as her brother came walking in, and her eyes widened when she saw that he had a black left eye and a stiches above his right eyebrow.

"Oh my God, Cody!" she exclaimed.

He grinned. "The other guy got it worse."

Her parents came up behind him, her father stocky and severe, her mother slender and animated. Where her brother had gotten his height Karen didn't know, but at sixteen he was a force to be reckoned with on the ice.

"It was horrible," her mother told her. "The ref kept trying to cut in but Cody wouldn't let up."

"The guy went after their goalie, he couldn't let that go Amber," her father said in defense of his son.

"I got suspended from the rest of the game, but I got to play in the final. Still lost though," he said, shrugging his bulky shoulders.

The house became alive again as the rest of her family filled it. Karen forgot her confusion about what had happened with Adam earlier, and instead watched Christmas movies with her family. They went to bed at ten in anticipation of their early morning. Christmas day passed without incident. They exchanged their gifts and went for dinner at Karen's grandmother's house. She texted Adam regularly, and talked to him on the phone enough times that she started to feel like they were back to normal, a happy normal, and her confusion about what had happened with Rob receded.

The day after Christmas was a day of rest, and it wasn't until the twenty-seventh that Karen saw Courtney again. Karen was in bed, dead asleep when she felt a hand run up her leg. She pulled away from it unconsciously, moaning tiredly as she tried to retreat deeper into the covers. The hand pursued her, gliding up the back of her leg and pinching her bum playfully. Karen awoke and swatted the hand away, but it was persistent.

"Leave me alone," Karen moaned tiredly.

"Gym time, get up fat ass," Courtney replied.

Karen sighed. "My ass is not fat," she argued tiredly.

Good girl, Courtney thought to herself proudly. Karen had come a long way and was even able to take some teasing now and again without becoming self-conscious of her weight.

Courtney tore the covers off of her friend, "It'll be like a balloon filled with cottage cheese soon enough if you don't listen to me. Breakfast, get dressed, and then out the door."

"But I'm tired," Karen whined as Courtney pulled her out of bed and shoved her towards the door of her bedroom.

Courtney laughed. "You've done literally nothing but eat and sit around for the past two days."

"How'd you even get in?" Karen asked her.

"Your mom let me in. Come on, move," Courtney said, pushing her friend towards the bathroom.

The banter continued, and Karen let Courtney pull her through her morning routine. She shoved her into a chair at the kitchen table, put a bowl of cereal in front of her, and put a spoon in her hand. Her mother watched in amusement as she read a book and drank her morning coffee. Karen complained the entire time. She'd never been a morning person. Courtney on the other hand seemed to thrive on the early hours of the day. Every moment that Courtney was awake she was moving, talking, planning.

After she got some food into her, Karen was starting to feel more awake and Courtney only had to half drag her back up to her bedroom. She dressed and packed up her gym bag, her father was just getting up as they were heading out.

"Morning Courtney," he said as he shuffled to the kitchen.

"Good morning Mr. Dubicki," she replied politely as she pulled his daughters jacket over her shoulders for her.

"Off to torture my daughter?" he joked sleepily as he poured himself a mug of coffee.

Courtney laughed. "I'll do the best I can."

Mr. Dubicki joined his wife at the table. "Well, have fun."

Karen grumbled something incoherent.

"We will," Courtney called cheerily as she pulled Karen out through the door.

The cold made Karen's breath catch, and did more to wake her up than anything else had so far. They hurried to Courtney's car and Karen braced herself for the assault of noise that was released when Courtney turned the key in the ignition. Courtney talked excitedly about the party she was holding for New Year's Eve, and Karen was so tired that she missed the opportunity to put her plan for her friend and Rob in action when Courtney said:

"Oh, and if you have any cute college boys you want to invite, go right ahead. Some fresh meat wouldn't go amiss."

Courtney was pulling into the parking lot of the shopping mall the gym they went to was adjoined with. Karen was mostly awake now, and only then noticed the ungodly hour Courtney had her up at.

"Seven fourteen!" she exclaimed.

"We have shit to do, Dubs," Courtney replied.

"The gym isn't even open yet," Karen complained as they walked through the parking lot.

"You know, it's a good thing you're so damn cute. I don't know what else I keep you around for," Courtney replied. "It definitely isn't because of your cheery disposition in the morning."

Karen rolled her eyes as they came to the locked door of the gym. Courtney waved at someone through the window. Karen knew his name to be Andy from the nametag on his uniform. He had a huge and obvious crush on her friend. He grinned when he saw her and went to the door, he unlocked it.

"We don't open for another fifteen minutes," he said.

"Oh come on," Courtney said, batting her eyelashes. "It'll be our little secret. I'd owe you one," she said as she ran her hand up his arm flirtatiously, squeezing his large biceps as if to admire them.

Karen let Courtney sweet-talk their way into the gym, and shortly after found herself in the change room. Courtney changed into her sports bra and carpi length yoga pants before pulling a grey tank top on as well. Karen put on the same, but with a pink tank top. Then they went and worked out. Courtney led that process and Karen kept up well enough. She didn't go to the gym as often as Courtney, but they worked out together enough to have a routine that suited the two of them.

By the end of their half-hour on the rowing machine the gym was starting to fill up with other early risers. Courtney led Karen to the free weights to work their legs and glutes. Karen ignored the guys that walked by and watched her do squats, focusing on her form out of fear of a reprimand from Courtney. A year earlier Karen had asked Courtney to be her fitness task master, a role which the brunette filled wholeheartedly, and Karen was in the best shape of her young life thanks to it.

Her concentration was broken however when she saw someone a little ways away. It was Rob, doing lat pulldowns. His powerful biceps and shoulders flexed as he pulled down the wide-grip bar. He was facing away from her, but she recognized him. He was wearing a closefitting t-shirt, the gray cotton soaking from the sweat of his back and growing darker. Karen stared, finishing her set on autopilot. Courtney had just finished her lunges.

Courtney continued to lead Karen through a series of different exercises targeting specific muscles before they were both sweaty and tired. She led Karen off to the stretching area, Rob still unaware that she was there. She thought about going to talk to him, but felt awkward. Courtney had Karen sit in front of her, her legs straight out while Courtney's knees were bent. Their feet pressed together as Karen bent forward to stretch her hamstrings. Courtney was talking to Karen as she was leading her through the stretch.

"So Brianna's brother's going to get the alcohol, I just have to get the money together. I should be able to cover the costs and then have everyone give me five bucks when they come in as a cover charge. We'll have to make sure Winston is put in Dad and Lauren's room, I don't want him to get stepped on or something," she said, still talking about her party. "Don't forget to breathe," she added to Karen.

Karen breathed, and she went deeper into the stretch, practically folding in half.

"Good," Courtney said. "God I wish I could bend like that."

Karen laughed as she released the stretch and came back up. They kept going, swapping positions and going back and forth. They did other stretches, Courtney was thorough to make sure they didn't get sore muscles. To stretch the groin they stood, and Karen lifted one leg while bracing her hand on the wall beside her. Courtney grabbed her elevated leg, bringing it up to her shoulder as she stretched her flexible friend. Karen was practically in a side split when they were suddenly joined by someone else. Rob. Courtney felt her tense and eased back, confused for a moment until she saw that they had company.

"Uh, hey," Rob said.

"Hi," Karen said shyly.

Courtney let her friend's leg back down, and Karen shifted uncomfortably for a second. Rob felt a touch warm from seeing her in such a pose, her legs splayed wide, her face flushed and her hair sticking to her forehead from her workout.

"Hey Kavanagh, you're here early," Courtney said.

They'd met him here before fairly regularly, usually in the mornings like this.

"Yep. Well, gotta work off the stuffing, right?" he said.

Courtney laughed. "Yeah, definitely."

Karen knew that laugh; that was Courtney's flirty laugh. She talked to Rob for a bit longer, casually complimenting his physique, flirting effortlessly.

"Well, I think we're pretty much done here. We'll let you have the space," Courtney said finally.

"See you around," he said.

Karen nodded uncomfortably, and the two girls left, leaving Rob to do his post-workout stretching. They got to the locker room and stripped down. Karen couldn't help but admire Courtney's impressive bust as her breasts spilled out from her sports bra, jiggling victoriously as they were at last freed from the confines of the garment. Sweat gleamed on her body, the muscles of her core rippling as she turned and pulled her tightfitting yoga pants down her lean legs.

Her round ass came into view, the firm cheeks split by the slender pink line of fabric of her thong. Karen didn't care what Courtney said, she thought the brunette had a better ass than her. Courtney kept talking, pulling her socks off and underwear down her legs, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy. Karen hurried to undress as well, not wanting to be caught staring at her friend. They threw their sweaty clothes into their gym bags and grabbed their stuff to shower.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 02



They slipped on flip flops and walked into the showers with their toiletries. They went to the shower stalls, picking ones side by side. They fired up the jets of water, and soaked their flushed bodies in hot water. Courtney soaked herself, rubbing her shampoo through her hair, humming some song to herself. Once she'd finished rinsing and had conditioned her hair as well, she moved on to her body wash.

"And the night goes by so very slow," Courtney sang.

Courtney squeezed it out into her hand and rubbed it against her chest, doing wide circles over her breasts. She rubbed her stomach flat stomach, satisfied by the definition she'd managed to achieve. Courtney had been embarrassed by her appearance in high school, her breasts hadn't really started growing until the later months of tenth grade, and when they did she'd felt like she looked like a twig with boulders attached. Now her hips had filled out, and so had her ass, mostly thanks to a great deal of time spent in the gym.

"Oh I hope that it won't end though / Alone," she sang, loud enough for Karen to make out the words over the shower.

Courtney had a beautiful singing voice and was starting to get into the music as she hit the chorus.

"I never really cared until I met you / And now it chills me to the bone," she sang, letting passion bleed into her voice.

"How do I get you alone," Karen sang back, her voice not nearly as good.

"How do I get you alone," the two sang in unison, the volume rising.

Courtney left her shower stall, quickly entering the one Karen was occupying. The small space wasn't meant for two people, and a bit of rubbing together was involved as Courtney entered. Courtney sang the next verse, and Karen came in again as she reached the chorus once more, both laughing. The singing ended, but the two stood together breathless and grinning happily. Courtney's hands went to her chest, squeezing each breast thoughtfully.

"Have I been gaining weight?" Courtney asked, running her hands across her chest.

"No," Karen said. "If anything you look slimmer," she replied indulgently.

Courtney rolled her eyes.

"Feel my boobs," she said.

"What?" Karen asked, ready to laugh.

"I'm serious, feel them," she said.

Karen reached forward, and gave both round orbs a squeeze.

"Very nice," she said flippantly.

"No, they're weird. I think they're getting bigger again," Courtney said, "God, when do they stop growing?"

"I don't know, I think my mom said hers didn't stop growing until she was midway through college. I haven't lost hope for mine yet," Karen replied.

"I've noticed my bras have been feeling a bit tight too," Courtney said thoughtfully.

Karen laughed. "You sound worried. It's probably just because of all those chest workouts you do."

"I don't want bigger boobs!" Courtney said. "God, they're hard enough to keep from looking all saggy and gross as it is."

Karen raised an eyebrow at her, but knew her friend wasn't bragging. Courtney had been self-conscious about the size of her breasts since they'd started growing, unlike a lot of girls she seemed to find smaller breasts desirable, which was why she liked Karen's so much. Grass is always greener on the other side, Karen told herself.

"They look great," Karen said. "If you want, we can go shopping for some new underwear. All the clearance sales will be on."

"Okay," she said. Karen waited for her to leave, but Courtney seemed to want to join her.

"Wash my back?" she asked.

Courtney grinned, "Sure."

They giggled as Courtney spread body wash over Karen's back, massaging her shoulders and ass as she did so.

"Kavanagh sure got a nice view," Courtney said.

"Yeah, with your massive knockers practically spilling out of your top I thought he was going to faint," Karen replied.

Courtney gave her a swat on the ass for her lip. "I meant you doofus."

Karen remained quiet for a moment. "I don't think he's interested in me like that," she lied.

Courtney rubbed Karen's buttocks. "Why not? With an ass like this I can't see how he couldn't be."

Karen grinned and turned to face her. "I'd rather have fun with you," she said, changing the topic fast.

"Oh, so today you're interested?" Courtney asked.

"Well, you're boobs have gotten so huge since the last time I saw you," she quipped.

"Oh, shut up," Courtney said.

Karen pulled in close to her friend. "So big and squeezable," she said as she took one in each hand. "So firm and nipples so suck-able," she whispered in her ear naughtily, giggling softly.

Courtney gasped as Karen flicked her fingers over the stiffening buds. She retaliated, bringing her hands up the backs of Karen's thighs to her butt. They stared at each other, their eyes growing glazed over with hunger for each other, the joking becoming serious. Suddenly there were voices, and they pulled away from each other quickly though they were hidden from sight.

"We should probably..." Karen said.

Courtney nodded. "Continue this later," she finished with a grin.

Karen laughed, she was going to say 'stop now', but liked Courtney's version better. Courtney returned to her stall and they finished cleaning themselves. They dried off and changed back into their street clothes. They passed Andy as they were leaving, he waved awkwardly at Courtney who returned the gesture, wiggling her fingers and winking playfully as they stepped outside. They dumped their gym bags in Courtney's car and then walked back into the mall.

The next few hours were spent shopping. Courtney got measured for a bra at one of the fancy lingerie shops, and as she thought her breasts had gotten larger. She felt a little better when the woman described her bust as 'perfect', to which Karen had laughed and Courtney had blushed uncharacteristically.

She bought herself a lacy black brassiere along with a matching pair of thigh highs and thong style panties. Karen admired her friend as Courtney modeled different sets of underwear, finally settling on the one she finally bought. She didn't buy anything herself until they went to purchase their outfits for New Year's.

The sales were good, and she got a beautiful red dress for half-price. Courtney went with a classic black number with a cut-out chest and back with cross back straps. It showed off her cleavage and her toned back muscles, while still looking elegant. They ate lunch and then returned to Courtney's car with their purchases in hand. Courtney's father and stepmother would be gone by now, they were going on vacation to somewhere in the Caribbean, leaving the house empty.

They went there, and resolved to spend the evening relaxing. Courtney lived in an old house, but it was well maintained and her father had spent a lot of time renovating it. He was a contractor, an excellent carpenter, and had put a lot of love into the dwelling. Courtney had lived in North Side for the first fourteen years of her life before moving in with her father. Her mother had been a poor caregiver, but was given shared custody of Courtney until her father had fought for full custody successfully later.

She'd been moved out to the outskirts of town where the property taxes were cheaper, which allowed her father to afford such a spacious home. At her core Courtney was a North Sider, even if she'd been relocated. Her father doted on her, and she adored him. Her stepmother was another story. She'd played the disciplinarian to Courtney, trying to reel in the high strung teenage princess who was indulged heavily by her father. But now that she'd grown older and calmed down somewhat they'd grown to at least reluctantly tolerate each other.

Courtney led Karen upstairs to her bedroom, her dog Winston joined them. She turned on the television and jumped backwards into her queen size bed. Karen followed her, and the two watched TV while Courtney continued talking logistics for the party a few days away. After they ate dinner Karen called her parents to let them know she was going to stay the night at Courtney's. They returned to her room, Karen sat reclined on Courtney's bed, lying back against a pile of pillows.

Courtney did her nails while they watched TV, painting them a rich red color to match the dress she was going to wear for New Year's Eve. Winston was curled up in the corner, leaning against the wall, his big pug eyes closed as he snoozed contentedly. Karen watched as Courtney filed her toenails, shaping them before applying a basecoat. Courtney talked as she did it, having done this for Karen dozens of times. After she'd applied the color coats she applied a top coat, and Karen waited for them to dry while they continued to chat.

Courtney stood and stretched her arms over her head. She left Karen to go to the bathroom. When she returned she had a bottle of wine in hand and two glasses. She crawled in beside Karen, and settled her head on her chest. Karen wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her shoulder while they watched TV. The two drank the wine, taking courage from it to do what they were both wanting. Karen leant her head down and kissed Courtney fully on the mouth, and the two giggled as they made out playfully.

"Want a back massage?" she asked her eventually.

Courtney grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

She left the room and returned with a towel and a bag containing their massage kit. They spread it out over the comforter and Courtney stripped off her shirt and bra. She lied topless of her stomach, facing the foot of the bed so she could watch the TV. She'd pulled her hair up into a bun to prevent Karen from getting oil into it. She started by running a special brush over Courtney's skin, it made her shift and sigh happily as the blood circulation was started.

Once she'd done that she pumped out some massage oil into her hands, rubbing it between them to warm it before rubbing it into Courtney's skin. She hummed contentedly as Karen began the massage movements, her warm hands working out the tension of her muscles. Karen started off simple, working with her fingertips along the curvature of Courtney's spine. She pressed her palms flat against her, linking her thumbs to give her more control over her movements.

The TV played in the background, forgotten by Courtney who let herself relax at Karen's gentle but firm touch. Her hands glided up Courtney's spine, parting as they reached her trapezius and over her shoulders and down her side. This was just to warm up the skin and get Courtney relaxed, the softness of her touch lulled Courtney into an almost trancelike state. Karen was familiar with Courtney's body, and knew that she, like many people, kept a lot of tension in her shoulders.

She began a similar motion to the one she'd performed earlier, but focusing on the upper back and shoulders, applying a little more pressure with her fingers around Courtney's shoulder blades. She moaned gently at Karen's touch, and the dark haired girl grinned to herself. She repeated the motion over and over, steadily working out the tension stored up there. She squeezed the muscle gently and pulled it back, wringing out the stress and making Courtney sigh contentedly.

"Feel good?" Karen asked.

"Fucking awesome," Courtney sighed.

Courtney loved it when Karen did this for her, it was wonderfully relaxing and it never failed to get her motor revving. Karen continued the motion, feeling her friend's muscles relaxing under her touch. She moved over to the other side, keeping her hands in contact with Courtney's skin, and worked the other shoulder. She pressed her thumbs into Courtney's muscle, finding the knots and working them out gently but firmly. Karen took her time, moving her hands smoothly over Courtney's flesh, working them along and finding spots of tension.

She worked these out, and Courtney began to sink further into her relaxed state. Karen worked lower and lower, finding knots of tension and working them out. As she got lower the back massage turned into a full body massage. Karen pulled at Courtney's pants, breaking her from her trance. She rose her ass upward and felt herself growing excited. Karen pulled Courtney's black pants down her legs and set them beside them on her friend's large bed. Next she pulled down her underwear, baring her friends beautiful ass to her gaze.

Karen squeezed out some of the oil into her hands and spread it over her friend's firm buttocks. She worked the muscles, making Courtney moan with something more than relaxation. Karen felt herself growing warm looking at her friend, her body shiny from the massage oil. Her hands slid down to her thigh. Karen pumped more oil and did a long stroke up the back of Courtney's legs, feeling the firm musculature as she went upward.

Courtney was growing very excited at Karen's touch, but the massage felt so good she didn't hurry her. Karen massaged her calves and her hamstrings, working out the tension and noticing the Courtney was growing wet from the massage. She grinned to herself and moved to her other leg. This time as she went upward, she brought her hand to the inside of her thigh, 'accidentally' brushing against her friend's pussy. Courtney inhaled excitedly, but Karen withdrew as though it had been unintentional.

Karen rubbed and squeezed the muscles of her friend's legs, using the opportunity to admire as well as relieve tension. She squeezed her buttocks again, feeling how firm the muscles had become, admiring the shape of her ass. Karen slid her fingers down along the cleft of between her buttocks, along her perineum, and along her glistening slit. Courtney moaned, and Karen was emboldened. She pushed Courtney's legs apart, granting her easier access to her wet pussy.

Courtney bit her lower lip and moaned when Karen pressed her fingers to her slit, dragging along the sensitive folds of her pussy. Karen knelt over her and pressed her oily fingers against her entrance from behind. Courtney gasped as two of her friend's wiggling digits slid up inside her slick channel. Karen sawed her fingers in and out of her, her body gripping them tight. Courtney gripped the bed sheets and squirmed on the bed, her glistening form writhing in pleasure as Karen slowly worked her finger in and out of her dripping sex.

"Karen," Courtney moaned.

Karen had grown flush, her body hot with excitement as she watched her glistening digits push in and out of Courtney. She slid her middle and ring finger as deep into Courtney's body as she could, feeling the heat that emanated from deep inside her. Courtney felt Karen shift on the bed behind her and felt her kiss the back of her thigh, and whimpered in excitement as she felt her lips press higher up along her leg.

Karen withdrew her fingers from Courtney's pussy, and pushed her legs further apart as she kissed her way to her dripping sex. Courtney arched her back, pushing her ass in the air as Karen brought her mouth to her drooling cunt.

"Ah, Karen," Courtney moaned as Karen dragged her tongue along her slit.

Karen pressed her tongue against the entrance to Courtney's pussy, her nose nestling in the crack of her ass. She brought her fingers up and toyed with her friend's clit as she pushed her tongue into her channel. Courtney gasped, groaning loudly as Karen ate her out from behind. She worked soft and slow, teasing her friend wickedly, slowly drawing her tongue in and out of her sex. Karen circled her clit slowly, avoiding direct pressure to the hardened little bud.

Nobody knew just how far their friendship went. For them that was all this was, an expression of the love they had for each other as friends. They could appreciate the beauty of other women, perhaps Courtney a little more than Karen, but they'd only ever done these things with each other. It'd started with kissing, practicing for boys. Then they'd started touching each other, comparing their bodies, exploring the differences and similarities. They'd found themselves enjoying the exploration and eventually sought out more with each other.

Now they were masters at getting each other off, and were pretty broad in their repertoire. That's why Karen thought nothing of sliding her glistening fingers away from Courtney's clit and circled them around her anus. Courtney groaned loudly as Karen pushed her middle finger past her sphincter and into her ass, sawing it in and out while she tasted the fruit of her vulva. Her sweet taste filled Karen's mouth, her juices flowing out onto her probing tongue as she pressed a second slimy finger against Courtney's anus and slid it into her hot chute.

"Ahhnn," Courtney cried, her breasts squashing against the bed as she pushed herself up and back against Karen's face.

Karen licked along Courtney's perineum, and along the cleft of her ass. Her fingers slid out from Courtney's ass and Karen used both hands to spread her cheeks wide. Karen pushed her tongue against her anus, dragging it along the little rosebud and making Courtney claw at the bed sheets desperately. She'd hoped this would happen at some point today, and had taken extra care to clean her backdoor for Karen.

Karen pried Courtney's plump ass wide, kissing along her crack, squeezing the firm orbs of her ass in big handfuls. She slid her tongue along the crack, pressing against the perineum, and circling her anus. Karen brought a hand around to Courtney's front, finding her clit and toying with it as she probed at the entrance of her chute with her stiff tongue. Karen flexed her tongue and applied pressure, her wet organ sliding past her glistening anus.

Courtney came almost instantly. She reached around, pulling Karen against her ass as everything seized up simultaneously. Her back arched, forcing her ass against Karen's face, her pussy flooding her palm as her fingers worked her clit through the climax. Courtney writhed and shook, her breath coming out in short gasps as she was wracked by a series of powerful crests. Karen pulled her fingers away from her friend's hypersensitive clitoris and massaged her swollen labia instead.

When it was over Courtney slumped forward, panting heavily. Her hold on Karen relaxed and she withdrew, kissing her right cheek tenderly and sinking her teeth into the firm flesh playfully. She pulled away, her weight leaving the bed as she went to the bathroom to wash out her mouth and to clean the massage oil from her hands. She swished some of Courtney's mouthwash around, and spat it out before returning to the bedroom.

Courtney was still lying on her stomach, her body glistening in the warm light of the bedside lamp. Karen ran her hand along Courtney's side, following the ornate pattern of polygons of her tattoo that formed a beautifully stylized flowering vine. It ran from her hip to just under her ribcage, Karen was considering getting a tattoo as well after seeing how beautiful Courtney's had turned out, but wasn't certain of what she would get. She kissed Courtney's shoulder, and the girl stirred at last.

"God you're bad," Courtney said as she rolled over onto her back. "You seduce me when I'm drunk with the promise of an innocent back massage and next thing I knew your tongue was in my ass."

"Yeah, you're a naïve maiden. I'm totally the bad one," Karen replied in deadpan.

Courtney pulled Karen by the arm and she lay on top of her, her bare breasts pressing against Karen who was still fully clothed.

"You know, I've been telling my parents that for years," she said kissing Karen on the lips, "but they've never believed me."

"Hmm," Karen hummed as they shared another kiss. "They don't know me like you do."

Courtney laughed, "Nobody knows you like I do."

They kissed again, deeply, lovingly. Their tongues chased each other around their mouths playfully, and Karen whined unhappily when Courtney trapped hers between her teeth. Courtney giggled as Karen swatted at her shoulder. She let her go and Karen pulled away.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 02



"I might be the bad one, but you the one that's pure evil," Karen said, sitting up.

Courtney laughed wickedly, sitting up. "Maybe, but you're the one who's overdressed and that's the worst sin of all. Fortunately we can fix that."

Karen laughed as Courtney tugged at the hemline of her shirt, letting her pull it over her head. She reached around and undid her bra while Courtney undid the button of Karen's jeans and drew down the zipper. Karen threw her bra to the side and lay back while Courtney pulled her pants down her legs. After a few minutes of frantic kissing and hurried caresses, her face was between Karen's thighs using her tongue to drive Karen to a climax of her own.

Courtney toyed with Karen's breasts while she tasted her friend's forbidden fruit, tweaking her sensitive nipples as she circled her engorged clit. Karen buried her hands in Courtney's long hair, spreading her legs wide and pulling her tight against her center. Courtney smiled up at her wickedly with her eyes, and tugged at both of her nipples as she applied a sudden suction to her swollen clitoris. Karen gasped, nearing the edge, and went over it when Courtney pulled on her sensitive nipples and dragged her tongue across her clit.

"Ahh," Karen cried, her hips driving up against Courtney's face, her pussy flooding her friend's mouth with her sweet nectar.

Courtney lapped up the honey, holding on as Karen pulled her tight against her crotch and shuddered on the bed. Her spine curled and her back went back, her long black hair whipping across her face as she succumbed to utter lustful joy. Her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm ripped its way through her body. Karen fell back against the bed suddenly, her body relaxing as the sensations left her.

Courtney kissed her inner thighs and her stomach, working her lips up along her body and bringing it to Karen's open mouth. She pressed her lips to Karen's and the two shared a tender, soul tasting kiss, before adjusting positions so that they were both lying on their side, facing the same direction. Courtney's heavy breasts pressed into Karen's naked back, both feeling wonderfully satisfied.

Courtney retreated for a moment and opened her bedroom door. Winston jumped back up onto the bed after having been shooed out of the room while the girls had had their fun. Karen hugged Courtney's treasured pet to her chest. Courtney got back into bed and reached behind herself to shut off the light.

"Courtney?" Karen voice came.

"Yeah Dubs?" Courtney replied, nuzzling up against the back of her neck kissing it gently.

"What do you think of Kavanagh?" she asked.

Courtney grew still. "You mean Knee Knocker?"

"Yeah, we ran into him at the gym today," Karen said.

"Uh, I don't know. He's hot, I guess. I actually know him a little bit. We were in detention together with Mr. Elford once," Courtney said.

"Oh yeah?" she said.

"Yeah, he was all about Jenna so we didn't really flirt or anything, besides I hadn't really filled out and well... he was dating Jenna Piper, I didn't really stand a chance," Courtney said.

Karen nodded, there was a reason why Jenna had been the most popular girl of the South End clique, and of the school in general. She was gorgeous, rich, smart, everything every other girl wanted to be. To top it all off, she had Rob Kavanagh. Karen had always found that an odd match, given from what she saw of Rob. He'd been quieter than Jenna, and had never taken part in any of the bullying and politicking that their school had been full of. He simply ignored that stuff and let Jenna take care of it.

"It was during that whole fiasco with Keith actually," Courtney continued. "I called Stephanie Caines a cunt in the middle of Elford's history class. Kavanagh didn't do his homework or skipped class I think, probably sneaking off with Jenna. I was kind of expecting some abuse to be honest, but he was nice, which at the time was a little weird which is probably why I remember it so well. We ripped Mr. Elford to shreds the entire time, he's pretty funny," she said.

Karen grinned. "You liked him didn't you?"

Courtney laughed. "All the girls liked him. He was like a king, remember? Him and Wayne Schmitt. But he was dating Jenna Piper, they were always together, in fact I'd bet they still are. The two were inseparable."

"Not now," Karen said.

"How do you know?" Courtney asked.

"He was in one of my classes, remember? Apparently they broke up before school started in September," Karen replied.

"Oh," Courtney said.

"Actually, I was thinking we could invite him to the New Year's Party," Karen said, trying to remain casual.

"Oh," Courtney said again.

They were quiet for a while, both knowing why. A lot of North Siders, namely their friends, wouldn't like Rob being there, even if he was invited by Courtney. The last thing Courtney wanted was a fight to break out.

"Do you like him?" Courtney asked playfully.

"What? No!" Karen exclaimed, a little quickly and loudly.

Courtney laughed and turned Karen over so they were facing each other, much to Winston's displeasure as he lost his cuddle partner.

"You totally do!" she said excitedly.

"No, I don't. I'm with Adam. I just thought it'd be nice to have some new people around. Rob's been really cool to me this year," she said.

Courtney was quiet.

"Well?" Karen said.

"When did you get back with Adam?" she asked.

It was Karen's turn to fall quiet. The disappointment in Courtney's eyes made it hard for Karen to meet them.

"He cheated on you, Karen," Courtney said emphatically. "Brianna saw him doing it!"

"Adam says he didn't do it," she replied.

"So what? Brianna's lying? Why?" Courtney asked.

Karen looked away. "Listen, I believe he didn't do anything. That's enough isn't it? We're both going to work harder. It's going to be better this time."

She didn't want to tell Courtney what Brianna had tried to do. Courtney had a blind spot where Brianna was concerned. She couldn't see how much of a bitch she was for reasons Karen didn't understand. Courtney always gave Brianna a pass and was more tolerant of her than anyone apart from Karen herself. Brianna was Courtney's oldest friend maybe that was why. Telling her what had happened would just make them fight, she'd think Karen was attacking Brianna, and she wanted to avoid that, especially after such a good day.

"Yeah, like how it was better the last time. And the time before that, and the..."

Karen's good intentions flew out the window, and she felt a flare in temper.

"Okay, I get it alright? I don't need a fucking lecture on how to manage my relationship with Adam from someone who can't get a guy to stick for more than a few weeks!" Karen shouted, pulling away from Courtney.

Winston barked, startled by sudden rising of voices. They were both quiet for a long time. Karen felt bad, she saw the injured look that crossed Courtney's face. The statement stung because there was an element of truth to it, but they both knew that Karen had crossed a line. Courtney had had difficulty maintaining an extended relationship for longer than a few months. She always got scared when she was with a guy any longer than that, and broke up with them before it became too serious.

This hadn't helped her cast off the 'slut' label she'd been given in high school, but Karen knew that Courtney had never cheated on a guy she was in a relationship with. She never tried to 'steal' anyone away, and even avoided talking with guys she knew were in relationships alone because she was aware of her reputation and worried about causing trouble for them.

In reality Courtney had difficulty trusting, and broke things off before so she wouldn't get hurt again like she had with Keith. She had the power, she chose to enter and when to leave, and left it when she started feeling anything that might compromise that dynamic.

Courtney's eyes grew dark and she broke the silence. "Karen, I think you need to apologise to me," she said dangerously.

They were quiet for another moment, Karen unable to meet Courtney's glare. The fact that Courtney didn't yell, that she was remaining calm, was a testament to how close they were as friends.

"Alright, sorry," she said.

"Good. And you're right, I shouldn't tell you who you should and shouldn't be with. You know what I think of Adam, I don't get what you see in him, but I was out of line too. I'm sorry," she said.

Karen nodded her acceptance of the apology, and Courtney patted the bed next to her. Karen rejoined her and the brunette kissed her on the forehead gently.

"I just hate seeing you get hurt," Courtney said.

"I know," Karen said. "It really is different this time. He's being really sweet, and he just got a new job a few weeks ago and it's going well."

"Okay," Courtney said, choosing to drop it. It was a battle she wouldn't win and the best way to protect her friend was by keeping her close, not by causing a divide between them. Adam was afraid of Courtney; she could keep him at bay if Karen needed her to. She just hoped that Karen was right and things really would be better.

"So about Kavanagh," Karen said after they were quiet for a while.

"Yeah, go ahead and invite him. Tell him to bring someone else too, just in case he needs back up or a ride to the hospital," Courtney said.

Karen laughed, though it was a real possibility. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get Rob and Courtney involved together. Like Karen, Courtney was North Side all the way, and many saw them as belonging to no one outside of that group. Some idiots would go after Rob on that principle. Karen just hoped that the memory of what had happened when Simon Boyd had gotten a little too touchy with Jenna at a party in his senior year would make them think twice.

The way the story went that they'd gone to a party somewhere in the South End, Rob had been somewhere away from Jenna for some reason. Karen heard he was smoking pot in the basement, but the thought of Rob doing drugs seemed unlikely to her. Jenna had been left alone, she'd gone to the bathroom and Simon had made a drunken pass at her on her way back to the main group of partiers. She'd refused him which had pissed him off and was shouting at her. From what Karen knew, Rob had shown up just as Simon had grabbed Jenna's arm and had yanked it hard enough to make her cry out in pain.

The following Monday Simon had shown up to school with a broken wrist, broken nose, stiches from a gash above his eyebrow, and a black eye. When asked how it'd happened he claimed he'd tripped, but according to everyone who had been at the party Rob had taken him into the bathroom and shut the door. There had been shouting and a great deal of crashing for a few minutes. When he'd left, he'd had bruised knuckles and a busted lip, but Simon had needed a ride to the hospital. So Karen felt like Rob could handle himself, but there was always someone bigger or more skilled.

Courtney snuggled in close to Karen. "Too bad you're with Adam," she said sleepily, "Kavanagh seems to be totally into you."

"It was your enormous boobs he was staring at," Karen told her gently.

"Get it right, they're 'perfect'," she said tiredly, quoting the woman at the lingerie shop.

Karen laughed softly, "That's the spirit."

***

I hope you enjoyed the second installment of 'Taken By the Wind'.

I've been asked how often I intend to post chapters of this series. I intend to do so at a rate of one per month, which may disappoint some but with my schedule at school and the necessity for a social life I can't produce them any quicker or I risk a decline in quality. I am committed to seeing this series to a conclusion however, so you need not fear the series being left incomplete.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate all feedback, even if it's just a rating.

-Max 



Taken By The Wind Ch. 03



Author's Note:

Thank you to all of you who left such kind comments on the previous installation. I made an error when categorizing the last installation of this story which I fear may have disappointed some readers, a mistake I have since corrected. As for this, the third installment of 'Taken By The Wind', I am sure I have categorized it correctly.

I hope you all enjoy.

-Max

PS. If you are new to the series, I recommend reading the previous installments first.

Chapter 3:

The following morning Rob was back at the gym. He'd hoped to run into Karen again, unsure of exactly where they stood. They'd been reasonably friendly towards each other the previous day, and he had become hopeful that they could get past what had happened earlier that week. He did his cardio, and worked his lower body. Yesterday had been all upper body, today was lower body.

Rob considered an added complication as he worked out, a text message he'd received three days earlier.

Jenna: Merry Christmas! See you at New Years? :)

Rob had responded in kind, telling her that he'd be at a party their mutual friend was throwing and that he'd see her there. This had started a string of back and forth messages, mostly just polite conversation. Rob was growing to realise that they'd never get back to what they had, and felt like Jenna was just trying to be nice by remaining friendly. He finished his leg presses and moved on to standing calf raises.

The problem for Rob was that he didn't know how to be with someone else. He had tried going out on a few dates, but always compared the girls he was with to Jenna, which was unfair but unavoidable. Most had been girls he'd known in high school, and he just couldn't help but think of them as Jenna's friends. It felt wrong somehow, it was as though they were still off limits. What he needed was someone totally different from her, someone he hadn't had any association with before.

Someone like Karen.

He finished his fourth and final set and moved on to his last workout: barbell squats. He went to the weights and added on a few plates to the bar. Rob had been doing close to the same workout regimen since he was sixteen, the only difference was the amount of weight and the improvement of form. He did his sets, stretched, and went to the locker room. He showered and got changed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing he had a text message from two people: Wayne/Schmitty, and Karen.

Wayne's was just asking for a ride to the party New Year's Eve, which was easily provided. The second was much more interesting.

Karen: Hey, want to party it up on New Year's? :)

Rob's heart leapt. She's changed her mind, he thought excitedly. He felt a little silly but he was genuinely excited by this development. He went to reply but wasn't sure what to say. Rob thought on it for a while, spending a lot more time in the locker room than he usually did. He didn't want to screw this up, but then he thought of Jenna. He had already told her that he would see her at the party, he didn't want to make it seem like he was avoiding her.

But it was Karen. He had a potential future with Karen, whereas his story with Jenna had already reached its end. They would be friends, maybe, but nothing more would come of it than that. Rob tapped out a reply and sent it to her.

Rob: Sure, where and when?

On the other side of town Karen's phone buzzed, and she jumped excitedly to check the message. She grinned when she saw his reply, relieved that he didn't already have plans that would prevent her scheme from working. She sent him the address of Courtney's house and told him to be there at around eight. Rob replied back saying that he'd be there, and she told him to bring a friend. After the rapid succession of messages Rob left the locker room with a spring in his step.

The next two days passed by with agonizing slowness, as though the year were reluctant to end. Rob almost wished he were in school so he'd have some homework or classes to distract him. As it was he spent the entire time getting amped up for the party. He had managed to talk Wayne into going with him, something not overly difficult as Rob was his ride. Wayne actually knew most of the people going to Courtney's party anyway.

He was from neither the North Side nor the South End, but downtown, which made him something of a bridge between the two groups. He'd been the glue that had kept the football team together, preventing infighting with a mixture of implied threats of bodily harm and his own natural charm. Rob hoped that by having Wayne there some of the hostility about where he was from would be mitigated.

At the very least, at 6'6 and nearly three hundred pounds, Wayne was the best back up he could hope for. He now played left tackle for their college football team.

Rob hoped that, along with Wayne's genial attitude, would build a bridge between him and the other party guests. Trying to tell Jenna that he wouldn't be seeing her at the party frightened him more than any North Sider hostility. That was something he'd faced every day for four years. He didn't want to hurt Jenna's feelings or disappoint her, and couldn't think of way of telling her that wouldn't do that. He wound up telling her that he wouldn't be seeing her New Year's Eve, but added that he'd like to meet up with her at some point before she left for school again so they could catch up to make up for it.

The thirty-first arrived at last, and Rob did his best to follow his usual routine. He went to the gym in the morning, a pure cardio day that left him dripping with sweat. As he was leaving he ran into Karen's friend, Courtney, who was hosting the party. She was just getting off the treadmill herself, and looked wonderfully sweaty and flushed. Rob felt a familiar jolt of physical attraction towards her that he usually pushed aside quickly lest he risk offending either her or Karen.

However, without Karen there to distract his attention he was taken aback by how attractive Courtney was and struggled to not be obvious in his cautious admiration of her. He'd noticed before of course, it was difficult not to with her dressed in tight yoga pants and a form fitting tank top, but he'd been and still was interested in Karen. That thought helped him behave himself now. He'd been given a second chance and didn't want to risk fucking that up.

"Heya," she said breathlessly, gulping down some water from her bottle.

Rob couldn't help but notice how her throat expanded and contracted slightly as she swallowed down her water. A few strands of hair had become free of her ponytail, clinging to her shoulders wet with perspiration. Rob forced his eyes to hers, admonishing himself. This didn't help however because then found himself thinking how the shape of her eyes seemed flirty somehow.

"How's it going?" he asked. Rob scolded himself harshly inside his head. He usually wasn't like this, even with Karen he was able to stop himself from being inappropriate, it had been what had allowed their friendship to endure over the course of the semester despite their mutual attraction towards each other.

Courtney grinned. "Pretty good, kind of sweaty at the moment."

Rob noted a bead of perspiration that had formed on her throat, it trailed down her neck and collarbone, sliding along her chest and into her deep cleavage. Rob tore his eyes away quickly, cursing himself for staring. She's Karen's friend Rob, stop being a creep. Do you want her to tell Karen you were staring at her tits? No. That would definitely not be good for their budding relationship. Finally Rob's eyes went to hers and stayed there. Does she always grin like that? Rob wondered, but then shoved the thought aside.

"Ready for the party?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's going to be pretty sweet. I'm going to be battening down the hatches all day" she said.

Rob laughed. "Do you want me to bring anything?" he asked.

Courtney grinned. "Just yourself and five bucks if you're drinking."

"Cool, see you there then," he said. Good, that was good. Polite and not weird. Rob congratulated himself.

"Yep, later," she replied.

He watched her as she sauntered off towards the leg machines, sweat making her white tank top cling to her curvaceous body and nearly making Rob think more guilt inducing thoughts. When he'd first seen her with Karen he hadn't recognized her as the Courtney Maclean who had gone to high school with him. She had seemed familiar, but she'd changed a lot over the past few years. She'd stopped dying her hair for one thing, or she'd started dying it a color closer to her natural color. More than that though, she'd grown in areas that drew eyes, including his.

Rob turned those eyes away and headed to the showers, his thoughts turning back to Karen. He wondered if they would hook up again tonight, and got excited by the idea. The elation of her text had been long lasting, and hadn't gone unnoticed by his sister. Jane had asked him about what had put the extra spring in his step. He'd covered up, making her smile by saying that it was because she was home. She appreciated the lie, but hadn't bought it and had been trying to ferret out details for the past few days.

Courtney arrived at the leg machines, and went to a free one. She began to work her legs, ignoring the usual presence of eyes on her as she did her seated hip abductions, which involved her legs spreading wide and her flexing her inner thigh muscles to squeeze them back together. That motion drew the eyes of some guys around her age supposedly doing bench presses. It seemed like they spent most of their time talking about how ripped they were going to get rather than actually doing it.

Courtney watched as Rob walked off the gym floor towards the showers, remembering her conversation with Karen a few days prior about him. She became affected by nostalgia, a smile creeping on her face as she remembered being in detention with him. That had been their only real interaction while in high school. Courtney had not admitted it to Karen, but she had had a deep and long lasting crush on him after that.

Rob was one of the few guys in high school that Courtney could not have, not just because of their different backgrounds, but because he was always dating Jenna Piper. Maybe it was that unattainability that had made her attraction to him so enduring. It was a fantasy she could have that would not become real, which both made it safe and allowed for the wish of 'maybe someday'. Her legs burned as she shut them close, and as they opened she found her mind going to a very dirty place, imaging that it wasn't the pads of the machine spreading her thighs but Rob's hands.

Surprised by the naughtiness of her own imagination, Courtney was broken out of her daydreaming and forced herself to concentrate on her workout. She did calf raises and prone leg curls, the latter attracting the attention of more than a few male patrons. Normally Courtney hardly noticed men watching her, she had become so used to it that she just ignored it habitually. But their stares made her think of lust, of male desire towards her, and she couldn't help but wonder if Rob looked at her in the same way.

The idea that he might excited her as she went to do her leg extensions, and by the time she was done her set and was returning to the treadmills for her cool down she was flushed from more than just exertion. Courtney stretched and then retreated to the locker room. She was glistening with sweat as she peeled off her workout clothes. Her tank top came first, the thin cotton clinging to her stomach and back as she drew it up her body.

Courtney tossed the sweat soaked garment into her gym bag, and drew her yoga pants down her legs. Now in just her panties and sports bra Courtney drew her elastic out of her hair, letting it tumble loosely down her back. She was strangely flustered, though she wasn't really sure why. Courtney drank from her water bottle, gulping down a few mouthfuls and then wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.

It was Rob. Courtney hadn't been with a guy for a while, and her encounter with Rob had kindled the embers of her old crush. She was annoyed with herself for some reason, and hooked her fingers under her sports bra. Courtney breathed happily as her heavy breasts spilled free, gleaming like a pair of fat dew drops in the sunlight, the space between them shiny with her sweat. Her nipples were painfully erect, jutting out from the fleshy mounds lewdly.

Courtney always got a bit turned on after working out, and sometimes during, but this was a whole other level. She decided to shower at home, which went against her usual routine, but so was the intense arousal she was feeling. Courtney pulled on a fresh pair of panties and socks before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She didn't bother with a bra, no one would be able to see her turgid nipples with her winter coat on.

The cold air did not cut down on her arousal like Courtney thought it would, and she walked hurriedly through the parking lot, nearly taking a spill when she hit a patch of ice. Her athleticism saved her, and she reached her car breathless and flushed. Courtney had no idea what this was. She rubbed her thighs together in her seat as she drove, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel while she willed all lights to be green.

At least with her stepmother gone she was driving the car instead of taking the bus like she normally did. Courtney cursed her father for choosing to live in a house so far away from the main part of town. She was in a state by the time she got home, and hardly took the time to greet Winston before hurrying to her bedroom. She went to her underwear drawer, rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for: the pink, seven inch vibrating dildo which she'd had since she was sixteen.

Her mother had mortified Courtney when she'd given it to her as a birthday present, but she'd come to appreciate it in the years that had followed. Courtney fell back heavily into the chair at her desk and yanked down her sweatpants. Her fingers went to her crotch, finding that she had already made the crotch of her fresh panties damp. Courtney could not believe how horny she was. She went to her bed, lying on her stomach as she drew her panties down.

Breathing heavily she gripped her vibrator and dragged its head along the glistening folds of her sex, Courtney gasped. Just having the cool plastic brush against her pussy lips sent ripples of pleasure through her. Not able to stand any teasing she buried the full length of the toy inside her needy cunt and fiddled with the nob at the end. Courtney moaned as it started to vibrate, turning the knob to the middle setting.

She was sweaty, her hair was a mess, and she had a sex toy rammed deep inside her as she lay prone on her bed. Courtney squirmed on the mattress as the vibrator hummed inside her, filling her, stimulating her, feeding her body's desire for release. Courtney sawed the toy in and out of her, stimulating her sensitive channel, confusing flashes of images going through her mind. Her eyes closed, providing a black canvas for those fluttering images to develop on.

Memories she didn't even realize she'd formed went through her mind. Rob doing arm curls, Rob doing leg raises, Rob doing squats. Courtney rolled onto her back and pulled off her t-shirt, her back arching and thrusting her chest upward. She turned up the intensity of the vibration before grabbing both of her sweaty breasts in either hand. Courtney's head tilted back, her lips parting as she groaned and writhed on her bed, the toy rumbling inside her as it stirred her insides.

Courtney squeezed her nipples, tugging them as she squeezed her thighs together, her channel tightening around the vibrator that hummed inside her tirelessly. She opened her legs and began to it work in and out of her once more, the pink plastic coated in her juices as it slid in and out of her sodden cunt. Courtney teased her breast with one hand and used the other to fuck herself with the toy. The still images of Rob became animated.

A scenario filled her mind, as simple a one as she'd ever come up with. Rob was between her legs, fucking her. She could image his strong hands holding her hips, his thick shaft going in and out of her pussy. Courtney angled the toy so that it was sure to hit her most sensitive spot, and groaned every time she succeeded. She reached down and began to stimulate her clit at the same time, flicking her fingers along the turgid bug, strumming the firm button while she worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy.

Courtney's hips bucked up against the vibrator, meeting her hand on every downward thrust with the sex toy. Her fingers rubbed her clit, her eyes shut tight as she imagined Rob having difficulty holding on. He was thrusting into her madly, matching her own frantic motions. Courtney's brow creased and a cry of utter lust erupted from her as she came at last. Her spine curled back and her ass lifted from the bed as her orgasm ripped through her with the fury of a biblical prophecy.

"Oh fuck!" she nearly screamed. Her ass feel back to the mattress and her body contorted as her body was ravaged by the sensations of her climax. Courtney's sweaty body writhed, her feet tangling in the sheets, her pussy squeezing the vibrator tight as every muscle of her body seized. She shook uncontrollably, and in her mind Rob came as well. Imagining how it would feel to have that power unleashed on her made Courtney hit another crest.

"Oh god!" she cried out as she was sent up once more. Courtney peaked a number of times before her body was exhausted and she became too sensitive to go on without causing herself too much discomfort. She turned off the vibrator and drew it out of her leaking pussy, resting the gleaming toy beside her as she lay trembling in the aftershocks of her masturbation session.

Courtney could not remember the last time she'd cum like that. Masturbation usually got the job done, but it didn't leave her with the sense of satisfaction that she felt now. It was because she'd been thinking of him, Courtney realized, of Rob.

"Kavanagh," she said thoughtfully. He was coming to the party; she'd see him for sure. In high school she wouldn't have entertained the thoughts that were coming to mind, but they weren't in high school anymore. She wasn't that underdeveloped girl that he'd spent that session of detention with. Most importantly, he wasn't dating anyone. It had become clear to Courtney that Karen was trying to set her up with Rob, before she wouldn't have really considered it. But now...

Courtney sighed, it didn't matter. Rob hardly looked at her even now. She got out of bed and showered, deciding to put the fantasy aside and get ready for the party.

***

For Rob the rest of the day was slow, but the final few hours seem to pass all too quickly. The last time Rob had put this much thought into what to wear was the night he'd gone on his first date with Jenna. He decided to keep it simple, a pair of dark blue jeans and a dress shirt that was a deep red color.

He shaved and combed his light hair, and put on the watch his parents had bought him for his eighteenth birthday. Then he waited some more, surfing the internet, spinning around in his office chair, and generally wasting time until it was time to go get Wayne and head over to Courtney's. He put on his leather jacket and headed out.

"Hey Schmitty," Rob said as his behemoth friend stepped into his truck.

"Kavanagh," Wayne said with a polite nod. "So, do you know where this party is?"

"Yeah, Courtney Maclean's house, I looked online," he said.

"Cool," he replied.

He drew the seatbelt over his chest and Rob pulled out of the parking lot of the apartment complex Wayne lived in. Rob drove and the two caught up, having not talked since before Christmas break had started. As they drew closer to Courtney's house Rob grew increasingly nervous, but also excited. Wayne was talking about his exams, he was taking English Literature, which seemed bizarre to look at him but made perfect sense when you began to talk to him. They were pulled up to the house, and found that cars lined the road and filled the driveway.




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Rob frowned. "Christ, how many people are coming to this thing?"

Wayne laughed. "It's a Courtney Maclean party. There will be plenty."

Rob drove further down the road and parked. As the two were walking the music coming from the house grew to be audible.

"So, any last words of wisdom?" Rob asked his friend.

"'Let someone else praise you, and not your own mouth; an outsider, and not your own lips'," Wayne replied after a short pause.

Rob laughed. "Right, I'll let you do the talking."

"That'd probably be for the best," Wayne replied.

The music was booming, some sort of electronic music that had a lot of heavy bass. Rob knocked on the door and they waited. There wasn't a reply so Wayne hammered on the door hard enough to shake it on its hinges. A few moments later Courtney appeared. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her curves enticingly, showing off her generous bust and shapely backside as she stood in profile in the doorway.

"Hey guys!" she said cheerily over the din. "Come on in!"

They stepped inside, and Rob was struck by the sheer number of people. They were assembled in all corners, standing in huddles, red plastic cups in hand. The girls all looking their best and the guys cleaned up well enough.

"This way!" Courtney shouted over the music.

Rob followed her further down the hallway towards the back of the house where the music was coming from, the living room. The couches had been pushed to the wall, clearing a dance floor. There was a table off to the side lined with different beverages, most of them alcoholic. Courtney turned to them and held out her hand.

"Keys!" she shouted.

Rob hesitated. "I'm not getting drunk," he said.

Courtney laughed. "Sure! You'll be crashing here, just like everyone else who's drunk. Now keys and five dollars each!"

Rob saw that there was no arguing with her so he handed over his keys and handed her a ten dollar bill for him and Wayne. She turned her eyes on Wayne, who held up his hands defensively.

"I got a ride with Kavanagh," he told her.

She eyed him distrustfully and then nodded. "Alright. If you are still sober by the end of the night come find me and I'll give your keys back to you. Otherwise, find a place to pass out and you'll see them again in the morning. If you're going to smoke, do it out back. The bedrooms upstairs are off limits unless I give you permission to go in them."

"Alright," Rob replied.

"Cool, Karen's over there if you want to say 'hi'. I'm going to go man the door for a little longer," she said.

They both nodded and headed off towards where Courtney had pointed, stopping off at the drink table so Wayne could get a beer. As they approached Karen Rob's breath caught. She looked stunning. Her long dark hair fell loosely down her back, perfectly straight and standing out in beautiful contrast to the bright red of her dress. It was sleeveless and fit her slender form tightly, hugging her curves as greedily as he wanted to. Karen saw them approaching and her face brightened in a smile.

"Hey!" she said.

"How's it going?" Rob asked.

"Good. Did you find the place alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, no problem there. You look great!" Rob told her.

Karen smiled modestly. "Uh, thanks. You look nice too."

"Not as nice as me I hope!" Adam said, seeming to materialise from nowhere.

He handed Karen a drink, and she smiled her thanks to him. Adam wrapped his arm possessively around her waist and Rob felt a flush of embarrassment. Karen seemed to look at him apologetically as she realised his mistake, but Rob wasn't looking at her any more. He felt like an idiot. Wayne saved him by maintaining the conversation while he recovered from his shock. His entire dream for the evening had been suddenly stripped away.

In one casual gesture Adam had removed any doubt of who Karen had chosen. And it wasn't Rob. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been more embarrassed, madder at himself. How could he have been so presumptuous? What had he expected? Her text messages had been nothing but friendly, but he'd informed them with the emotions he'd wanted them to have.

Rob continued the conversation, leaving after long enough to be polite, followed by Wayne who recognized the look on his friend's face. He'd seen it often enough in the mirror after being rejected by a girl. Rob led him to the drink table and grabbed a beer for himself. He cracked it open and Wayne stood next to him, the two of them leaning against the wall while they watched the party goers drinking and chatting. The party hadn't really gotten into full swing just yet, just people catching up and getting their blood alcohol levels up.

"So you are drinking," Wayne said.

"Yeah fuck it, we'll crash here," Rob replied unhappily, taking a swig of beer.

Rob was done with feeling like shit. He'd been letting himself feel down for months, even before he and Jenna had broken up. He needed to do something about it, he needed to let himself let loose. He needed to stop overthinking everything to the point that his thoughts became delusions. At least for one night he was going to be the Rob he'd been in high school, not this guy who had been letting himself wallow in self-pity. Karen had woken him up, the pity party was over.

"Is it something to do with Karen Dubicki?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah," Rob said, taking another swig. The cool fluid went down his throat smoothly.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Wayne asked.

"Not at all," he replied, swallowing down some more.

"May I propose a toast then?" he suggested.

"Be my guest," Rob replied.

Wayne grinned. "To women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent."

Rob laughed and they bumped their beers together before taking a long swig each. Wayne saw someone he knew and dragged Rob to introduce him to them. The next hour was Rob being introduced to twenty different people, all of whom Wayne knew, and all of whom seemed to be his immediate friend after Wayne's endorsement. Wayne seemed to be making it his goal to make everyone at the party Rob's friend, and apparently was doing a good job of it because eventually the looks of distrust and hostility Rob had been getting since he'd walked in became welcoming.

Rob had more beers shoved into his hand than he had ever intended on drinking, and after a few hours had a good buzz going. He ran into Karen a few times, they shared a few halting words and then separated again. Somehow Rob ended up in the kitchen where five guys were playing drinking games. These were the rowdiest of the party goers, and they cheered loudly when they saw Wayne. Wayne introduced them to Rob, and they all shook his hand.

Some of them were familiar, as the other guests had been. He knew these people by sight from high school, and some of them had been on the football team so he knew them by name at least. There was a mix of people his age and a year younger, which made sense as this was Courtney's party and she'd been a year behind him in high school.

"Can he drink?" the ringleader of the group asked, seeming to be challenging him.

"Can he drink?!" Wayne exclaimed incredulously. "Of course he can! Here!" he said, shoving a can of beer into Rob's hand. "Do that thing you do."

Rob laughed. "Alright."

He held the beer parallel to the floor and pressed his thumb against the side. His spectators watched curiously as Rob paused for dramatic effect. He pressed his thumbnail down, ripping a hole in the can near the base and then brought it to his mouth. He turned it vertically and pulled the tab, shotgunning the entire beer before tossing it into the recycling bin nearby just like his grandfather had taught him.

"Damn dude, that was sick!" one of the guys exclaimed.

Wayne laughed, patting Rob on the back. "South Enders aren't all bad you know."

"Nah man, he's cool," said the ringleader.

Rob grinned. "You North Siders aren't so bad yourselves."

They all insisted he teach them how to do the trick, and Wayne pulled Rob away as they all tried it themselves, bringing him into the dance area. He seemed to be looking for someone, but there were so many people around Rob guessed they kept missing whoever it was. The table from the dining room had been pulled into the living room and a beer pong tournament had sprung up. Rob glanced at the time displayed on the flat screen television mounted to the wall showing the news coverage of the ball drop in New York, and saw that it was an hour to midnight.

The party was in full motion now; the dancing was growing less graceful and more sexual. Various drinking games were taking place all over, and more than a few couples were making out on the couches. Mercifully he didn't see Karen there with Adam. He was actually having a very good time meeting all these new people who were being surprisingly welcoming. He became confident enough to leave Wayne and go off on his own.

He wandered for a while and then stopped by the drinks table, where he procured another beverage. When he turned away from the table he bumped into someone, Karen. She teetered drunkenly on her feet but didn't topple, years of dance lessons saving her from a spill.

"Woops, sorry," he apologised hurriedly.

Karen laughed giddily. "I'm fine. You having a good time?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Great time."

"Cool," she said, clearly drunk. "Hey look there's Courtney!" she said, pointing to her friend on the other side of the room. "Hey Courtney!" she shouted loudly over the music, waving with the enthusiasm of the heavily inebriated.

Rob laughed, clearly she'd had a lot to drink and he was glad to see she was having so much fun. He couldn't harbor ill feelings towards her for the way things had turned out, it wasn't fair of him to expect her to end a relationship she'd had with someone for years in favor of someone else she did not really know. He had seen people split up and get back together dozens of times like Karen and Adam in high school, it wasn't a healthy dynamic but that didn't change the reality of the feelings between them.

Despite the volume of alcohol he'd consumed, Rob wasn't that drunk. He'd spaced it out enough that he had happy buzz going, which might have been why he was having such a good time, and why he felt everyone else was being so receptive of him. He was a cheerful drunk, which might have also been why he finding himself able to move past what had happened with Karen like he was. Rob still liked her, but those feelings were returning to ones of friendship where they should have stayed.

Courtney didn't hear Karen's calls at first, she was watching the party goers, and sipping at a wine cooler. She'd remained mostly sober to prevent permanent damages to the house.

"Courtney, hi!" Karen yelled more loudly when her friend failed to respond, gesticulating wildly.

Courtney turned her head at the sound of her name and spotted her flailing friend. The brunette smiled from her post near the wall and waved back less vigorously.

"You should go talk to her," Karen advised him, slurring her words slightly.

"Should I?" he said.

Karen grabbed his arm. "Yes," she said as she nodded emphatically. "Don't tell her I told you," she continued conspiratorially. "But she totally had a crush on you in high school."

"Did she?" Rob asked, laughing at the transparency of Karen's matchmaking.

Karen nodded in an exaggerated manner. "Uh-huh. Big one, huge," she insisted, spreading her arms wide as if to show him. "Totally enam-enamor..."

"Enamored?" Rob suggested.

"Yeah, that's it!" Karen exclaimed happily, poking him in the chest with her pointer finger. "You should go talk to her," she said again.

Rob tried not to laugh at her. "What should I say?" he asked her playfully.

"Tell her a joke," Karen suggested. "Courtney likes funny guys."

"Does she?" he asked, trying to match Karen's apparent excitement.

"Uh-huh," Karen replied enthusiastically. "And guys with tattoos, and trucks, and you've got both. You're made for each other!" she declared.

"Who's made for each other?" Adam asked, again seeming to materialise out of the ether.

"Kavanagh and Courtney," Karen said. "I'm telling him to go talk to her."

Adam looked at Rob. "Yeah, maybe you should," he said.

The tone in his voice made it clear that he didn't like Rob talking to Karen, and he was trying to tell him to go away. Given what Rob knew about what Adam had done to Karen, he was predisposed not to like him, now his opinion of him had managed to sink a few notches lower. But it wasn't his place to judge who Karen dated, even if they had shared one intimate night together. Depending on how much she'd told him, Rob realised that in Adam's position he probably wouldn't have been too happy about his drunk girlfriend talking to a guy she'd slept with before.

"Alright, I will," Rob said partially to be agreeable and partially because the alcohol made it feel like a good idea. It also didn't hurt that Courtney was probably tied for first in the 'hottest girl at the party' competition.

He grabbed a drink for himself and for Courtney, and headed off in her direction.

"Good luck!" Karen called to his back.

Courtney saw him as he approached and downed the rest of her cooler with one swig and took the beer he held out to her. She was slightly flustered at the sight of him after what had happened earlier that day, but she covered it up well enough that she was pretty sure he didn't notice.

"Great party," he said.

"Thanks," Courtney said, cracking open her beer and taking a few sips.

"So, what did the psychiatrist say when a man wearing nothing but saran wrap walked into his office?" he asked.

Courtney laughed uncertainly. "I don't know."

"I can clearly see you're nuts," Rob finished, taking a sip of his beer.

Courtney laughed, partially because it was kind of funny, but also because of the confidence Rob put behind the joke.

"What do you call it when you feed a stick of dynamite to a steer?" he asked.

Courtney grinned, and shook her head.

"Abomina-bull," he told her.

She laughed. "That's a terrible joke."

"It made you laugh," Rob said.

"Yeah, but only because of how bad it was," she said.

"Ouch, and here I was thinking it was because you, to quote Karen, had a 'huge' crush on me in high school," he said.

Courtney felt a flush of embarrassment but smiled. If only you knew, she thought to herself. Rob saw the smile and was intrigued to see that perhaps Karen had been telling the truth. Was this her way of making things up to him? Rob wondered if Courtney knew what had happened with Karen. It seemed likely, they were very close.

"I'm going to kill her," she said, hiding her grin with the rim of her beer can as she took a sip.

Rob laughed. "Don't tell her I told you. I think she's trying to set us up. Apparently you like funny guys, with trucks and tattoos?"

Courtney joined him in his laughed. "She makes me sound so classy."

"Oh totally," he replied. "Fortunately I happen to be funny, and have at least one of those very things."

Rob would have never had this confidence sober, or without his earlier decision to stop overthinking things.

"Really?" she said.

"Uh-huh," he replied. "The truck's my Dad's though."

This routine probably wouldn't have worked on Courtney if a) she didn't already like Rob, and b) he hadn't looked absolutely dreamy. They continued to talk, and gradually it grew more and more flirtatious. They talked for nearly half an hour, nursing their drinks, laughing at each other's dumb jokes.

"Do you want to dance?" Rob asked eventually.

Courtney hesitated. "Uh, I'm not sure."

"Oh, come on," he said, "have a little fun. It's your party after all."

It didn't take much to convince her, but she wanted to keep the game up at least for a little while.

"Alright, how about this? Tell me another joke," Courtney suggested. "If it makes me laugh, I'll dance with you."

Rob thought for a moment, going through the repertoire of jokes he'd learned over the years. None were good enough to bet on, but Rob suspected Courtney was just playing hard to get so he was banking on the goodwill he'd stored up to that point.

"Alright," he said finally. "What do you call a psychic dwarf who has escaped from a prison?"

Courtney was already struggling not to laugh, "I don't know."

"A small medium at large!" he exclaimed, grinning stupidly at her.

Courtney struggled not to laugh, knowing it was dumb but still finding it funny. It was his grin that eventually broke her, and Rob whooped victoriously as she lost the ability to fight back her laughter.

"Alright, alright," Courtney conceded. "One dance."

"Oh, come on now, only one?" he complained good-naturedly.

Courtney smiled coyly. "If it's good, maybe you can have another."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the writhing mob of people dancing. He followed her deep into the crowd, watching her weave gracefully while he blundered his way through behind her. She turned to face him, a space naturally clearing around them, and came forward. Courtney looked up at him with her dark eyes, a slight grin on her lips, and reached up to link her wrists behind his neck. He put his hands on her waist and they began to move.

Even in heels her eyes were just level with his chin, she looked up into his hazel eyes, and he found himself transfixed by her smouldering gaze. Rob wasn't a particularly good dancer, but he was able to move to complement Courtney's sensual swaying well enough. She pushed in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she swayed. Her hips rocked and dipped, the front of her body dragging against his. Despite her initial playful reservation about dancing with him Courtney didn't hold him to the one dance, and when the song changed so their positioning.

Courtney turned, and kept one hand linked around his neck as she pressed her back against him. She was in control up to that point, but then something began to change. It was a slow song with a steady bass beat. Courtney began to sway her hips in time to the music, the firm swell of her ass grinding against his groin. Rob's heart was beating fast despite the relatively low level of exertion, his eyes drinking in the sight of her incredible body gyrating lustfully in front of him. The heat of the bodies undulating around them caused them both to sweat, perspiration beading on their foreheads.

Rob watched a stray bead of Courtney's sweat run down her neck and along the swell of her breast and into her deep cleavage, following the same path he'd observed earlier that day. Her hand went over his, sliding it around so that it pressed against her flat stomach. He felt her abdominal muscles working under the thin material of the dress, the heat of her body pressing into his palm. Her scent enveloped him, a sensual fog of her sweet perfume and musk, intoxicating him with his attraction towards her. His touch excited her, spurring her onward, deeper into depravity.

Courtney bent her knees, twisting her body as she went, the movement causing his hand to slide upward. His hand brushed the underside of her breast, and she went lower, bending her knees until his hand slid up over the swell of her heavy tit. She came back up, and his hand remained at her chest. She brought her hand to his, pressing it into the firm mound of flesh, her other hand sliding up the back of his neck and through his sweat-dampened hair.

Her head came back slightly and he saw that her eyes were shut, her smirking lips were parted, her face flushed and sweaty. Rob squeezed her breast, and pushed his hips forward. He couldn't hear her gasp but he saw her eyes squeeze tighter and felt her chest push outward against his groping hand. The weight was perfect, and by applying pressure with his fingers he found that they were firm. His hand pressing against her hip slid down lower, running against the front of her sweating thigh.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 03



Courtney was soaked between her legs, her thong saturated with sweat and the nectar flowing from her pussy. Her body felt hot, and the music concealed her lustful moans as the dancing turned into the two of them dry humping each other while standing. Courtney felt his hand sliding along her thigh, and bit her lower lip as it turned inward. She didn't stop him as he rolled up her dress in his hand, his fingers brushing up against the lacy fringe of her black lace stockings. Courtney pushed herself harder against him, grinding her ass against the bulge that had formed inside his jeans.

She had never felt more physically attracted to someone before, it was almost intimidating how badly she wanted him just then. Rob was experiencing something similar. He'd wanted Karen certainly, but he'd known her outside of physical desire. With Courtney it was all about the physical, all about the way her body felt against his and the scent that came off of her as she sweated against him. His fingers pressed into the bare flesh of her inner thigh, and he felt her shudder as they trailed upward.  

Courtney's head arched back and her legs spread, inviting him to bring his hand between them. She was sweating heavily, her heart beating rapidly, and was growing dizzy with arousal. Rob brought his hand further inward, both of them forgetting that they were surrounded by other people, and felt the slickness of her perspiration coating her inner thigh. It slid upward and brushed against her pubic mound. She jolted back against him, and he heard her moan this time because the song was changing.

The music resumed unbroken, the brief silence filled with rumbling bass and higher electronic chirps, music Rob would have never listened to in any other situation, but now understanding its reason for existence. His fingers pressed more firmly against her pussy through the lace of her panties, the dampness of the crotch betraying her intense arousal. Rob's swollen cock flexed inside his jeans, a movement felt by Courtney whose ass was practically glued to his crotch.

The illusion of dancing ended, now it was just Courtney allowing herself to be felt up in the midst of all her friends. No one seemed to notice though, they were all so lost in their own drunken fumblings that they didn't noticed how far Courtney's dress was hiked up, or that Rob's hand was between her legs, or that his other hand was obviously fondling her left breast as she crushed her body against his. Courtney's hand guided Rob's massaging of her breast, but left him to explore what lay between her legs on his own.

He prodded at her vulva, pressing his fingers against her glistening labia over her panties. Rob grew bolder and slid his middle finger along the cleft formed by her swollen lips, the wetness of her sex coating the pad of his finger. Courtney didn't stop him, and savored the danger of what they were doing. She combed her fingers through his hair, grabbing it tight when his fingers pushed aside the narrow band of fabric separating her labia and his probing fingers.

Courtney groaned deeply as his finger rubbed against the naked outer lip of her pussy, her panties still cover part of her dripping sex. Rob was about to go further when the music died and the audio from the TV came on.

"And now the ball is being lowered," the voice of the newscaster came on, "and the countdown of the year's final moments has begun."

"10...9...8..." the crowd in New York and at Courtney's house chanted, "7...6...5...", Courtney turned, facing Rob, "4...3...2..." she grabbed the back of his head as he cupped the back of hers, "1..." their lips fused together, "Happy New Year!"

Shouts of jubilation erupted from all corners of the house, and their tongues found each other. Her body moulded to his, stretched up against him as they kissed each other deep. A chorus of Auld Lang Syne went up among the drunken attendees, and couples all over kissed. Courtney's mouth was sweet from the cooler she'd been drinking, her lips were soft but provided the perfect amount of resistance, her tongue worked around his in time to the old tune.

Their mouths remained locked while the house around them erupted, lost in the kiss and in each other. They made out openly for the entirety of the song, parting at last when it faded away and was replaced by exclamations of 'Happy New Year'. Courtney looked at him, her eyes dark and burning with desire. The look was matched in Rob's eyes which looked particularly green in this light and blazed with hunger for the young woman standing in front of him.

Courtney was torn then, she wanted to stay with him, but she had to make sure that nobody tried to leave while they were drunk. She'd confiscated keys and had hidden them away, but she couldn't be sure that everyone had relinquished them. The spell between them was broken as the music resumed and Courtney came to her senses.

"I... I have to go," she said. "Thanks for the dance!" she said over the music.

Rob was disappointed that she wanted to leave, but didn't argue. Going with the flow had worked out well so far, maybe he'd run into her again before the night was through.

"Anytime!" he replied.

Courtney smiled wide and pulled away from him for the first time in forty minutes, her dress sticking to her body from her sweat. She kissed him one more time, running her hand along his stomach, stopping just before the bulge inside his jeans.

"Have a good night," she told him, her mouth a quarter of an inch from his ear, giving his groin a playful pat before walking away.

Rob's eyes followed her as she went, her hips swaying as she moved, her ass moving back and forth hypnotically. He was broken from the trance Courtney had put him in by a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw that it was Wayne, grinning widely. They walked away from the writhing mob of dancers, and grabbed a drink each from the dwindling supply at the drink table. Wayne led him outside through the back patio door, and Rob breathed in the cold air gratefully.

"So, you and Courtney huh?" Wayne asked, taking a thoughtful sip from the can in his hand.

Rob shrugged. "She's cool I guess," he replied casually. The truth was that it'd taken a great deal of self-control not to run after her as she'd left him on the dance floor.

"More smoking hot than cool, but whatever temperature you choose, judging by what you two call dancing you might need one of these," Wayne said, slipping a string of condoms out from his pocket.

He ripped one free and handed it to Rob, who slid it into his pocket.

"Thanks," he said.

"Just a word of warning," Wayne said.

"What?" Rob asked.

"Karen and Courtney, they're best friends. I don't know what went on between you and Karen, but jumping onto her best friend right after might not be wise," Wayne replied.

"Karen's with Adam. She's the one that told me to talk to Courtney in the first place," Rob said.

Wayne lifted his hands conciliatorily. "Alright, just giving you a heads up."

"Wayne!" came a female voice from behind them. "Come on, we're up!"

They turned, and Rob saw that the voice belonged to a very pretty blonde, a petite girl wearing a black skirt and a royal blue blouse.

"Okay Amy," he said.

"Amy?" Rob asked.

Wayne shrugged and grinned. She must have been the mystery person Wayne had been trying to find earlier. Rob had seen him talking to her a few times before around campus, but Wayne had declined to give him her name.

"You'll crush her," he said.

"'There is no exquisite beauty... without some strangeness in the proportion'," he replied.

"Jesus, you really do have a quote for everything don't you?" Rob asked.

"I am a man of few original words," he replied.

Rob laughed. "You get a lot weirder when you're drunk you know that?"

Wayne joined his laughter and they went back inside the house. Rob had thought that the party had been in full swing in the lead up to midnight, but he'd been wrong. As they entered the house, they entered pandemonium. Rob was swept up in it, laughing hard with people he hardly knew but wish he did, drinking more than his fill, admiring the beautiful young women that surrounded him. He went into the kitchen to look for Courtney and caught a couple having sex on the counter. He quietly retreated and left them to it.

He entered the dining room, where the loss of the table meant that there was a wide open space. There was one topless girl lying on her back, a redhead with large breasts contained in a purple bra. A blonde, tall and slender was taking a body shot off of the redhead's stomach, drawing forth a chorus of cheers. Rob looked around, still no Courtney. He decided to give up, and returned to the living room where Wayne was still playing his game of Beer Pong. Rob joined the crowd to watch.

Courtney guided her friend up the stairs, keeping Brianna steady while the tall blonde girl giggled hysterically. They made it to her room, and Courtney helped her roll onto the bed, still fully clothed. The drunken girl tried to pull Courtney into a kiss, but she pushed her away gently. Courtney pulled off Brianna's shoes and laid them at the foot of the bed. She grunted her thanks and fell asleep almost instantly. Courtney moved her friend's unconscious form so that she was lying on her side rather than her back, her face now pointing toward the wall.

She really wished Brianna didn't always drink to the point of blacking out, but was relieved that she'd found her before some guy had. The last thing Brianna needed was to wake up with a guy, it would just confuse her. It had taken her long enough to come to terms with her sexuality as it was, and had taken great lengths to hide the truth of it in high school.

She'd dated a guy named Cal for much of high school, who was also gay. He'd been incredibly good looking: athletic, well-dressed, well-groomed, many girls had fawned over him. Brianna and Cal were close friends, but appeared to be lovers. Brianna had never even kissed a boy, and had no interest in doing so. Cal had since moved for school, living in California with his grandparents while attending UCLA.

Courtney had kept Brianna and Karen separated that evening, worried that a fight could break out between them after what Karen thought Brianna had done. She didn't think that Brianna would have lied about Adam cheating on Karen. She'd never known her friend to be dishonest with her, certainly not about something like that. Either Adam had been very convincing, or Karen had chosen to believe what she'd wanted to hear, rather than what made sense.

Courtney left her bedroom once she was satisfied that Brianna was alright, and returned downstairs. The party was dwindling, the guests who were still sober or had a sober ride had left, and people were finding corners in which to sleep. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she was met by Karen and Adam.

"Courtney!" Karen exclaimed happily. She hugged her friend tight, and Courtney hugged her back while Adam smirked in amusement.

"Do you two need a place to sleep?" she asked, giving Adam a pointed look.

He shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes," Karen said, she came in close to Courtney. "Somewhere private," she said conspiratorially.

"Winston's in my Dad's room, but the guest room doesn't have anyone in it, just make sure you lock the door," she said.

"Right-o," Adam said. "Off we go, Karen-o," he declared, clearly wasted.

Karen giggled and let him pull her up the stairs for what Courtney was sure would not be the best sex they'd ever had. She did a quick survey, making sure everyone was reasonably comfortable. The Beer Pong tournament was reaching a close, two final teams remained, and the crowd had long since lost interest. Satisfied that the party was all but done, Courtney returned upstairs and went to her bedroom. She rummaged inside her underwear drawer, finding the lighter and joint that was hidden inside.

Rob watched as the final shot of the tournament was thrown, not really having any stake in the outcome as Wayne and Amy had been eliminated in the game before. The ball went in and the winners cheered, and the final remains of the crowd began to disperse. Rob realised he didn't have a place to sleep. He decided to go to the washroom and then find a nice spot on the floor to crash. The bathroom on the lower level was occupied by the redhead he'd seen earlier, who was holding back the hair of a brunette he didn't recognize as she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

He decided to try the bathroom upstairs, the house strangely quiet as he walked through it. Gentle moans of couples celebrating the New Year, and snores of those passed out replacing the din of before. He reached the hallway, his bladder fit to burst, and found the bathroom at last. Rob pushed through the door and saw a figure near the toilet. He looked away, recognizing it as female. He heard a familiar laugh and turned, seeing Courtney sitting on top of the tank. The window was open behind her, and he saw a stream of smoke pass between her lips as she blew it outside.

"Lost?" she asked.

Rob shook his head. "Need to take a leak."

"Alright," she said hopping off of the tank.

He realised she wasn't leaving, and decided to accept her challenge. Rob went to the toilet and undid his belt. He drew down his fly, and Courtney averted her eyes politely as he drew out his cock. Rob started reciting pi in his head to relax, getting to '...two-six' before his stream started. He sighed as the pressure in his bladder was released, a steady stream pouring out from him for a long time. Courtney looked away as though nothing unusual was happening, and after he'd shaken and tucked his cock away she turned her eyes back to him.

Rob flushed and closed the lid of the toilet. Courtney watched him as he washed his hands and dried them on the towel.

"Want some?" she asked, holding out her joint.

She was mostly joking. The Rob Kavanagh she thought she knew was too much of a goody-two-shoes to do drugs.

"Sure," he said.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Alright," she said as an idea formed in her already drug addled mind. "Come here."

Rob came near and she took a drag, surprising him when she pressed her mouth against his. His lips opened and she breathed out, pushing the smoke into his mouth. Rob inhaled, taking it into his lungs. The kiss lingered, and Rob held it in his lungs until Courtney pulled away. She was impressed by how well he took the hit when he didn't cough at all. He exhaled, letting the smoke drift out into the night.

"You're full of surprises," Courtney said, taking another hit.

"I was thinking the same about you," he replied with a grin. She held out the joint to him and he took another drag himself.

They fell silent, the effects of the marijuana taking over. Rob's mind grew foggy, and he felt himself being lifted. A pleasant buzzing filled his head, and everything seemed to slow. He looked at Courtney, and saw that she was gazing at him, but also seemingly... through him. Her eyes were so intent that he felt like she was staring not just at him, but into his soul. His eyes ran up her stocking-clad legs, his mind going back to earlier when he'd had his hand between them.

His eyes came up and he saw that she'd caught him staring at her, and felt like she'd been reading his thoughts. Courtney gave a small laugh, and Rob laughed too. Soon the two were laughing together, the sound of her laughter the most beautiful thing Rob felt like he'd ever heard. It seemed to trigger something inside of him, and suddenly he remembered being in detention with Courtney years earlier.

"Do you remember when we had detention together?" he asked her.

"Yeah," Courtney said, disproportionately happy that he'd remembered.

"He was like... religious, you know? Mr. Elford," Rob said.

"Yeah, he was," Courtney replied.

"What was he? Mormon?" he asked.

Courtney laughed. "Maybe. He always seemed to have a stick up his ass anyway."

"I don't think that's a part of Mormonism," Rob said.

"No, that was just his personality," Courtney agreed.

The two laughed, and kept smoking until the joint reached its end. They talked about mundane things, nothing earth-shattering but feeling like it was in their mutual fog. They waved the rest of the smoke towards the window before closing it. It squeaked as Courtney shut it, and Rob heard something shift behind the shower curtain. He jumped back and then began to laugh hysterically, trying to stay quiet so he didn't wake up whoever was sleeping in the bathtub.

Courtney joined him in his hysterics, pressing her finger to her lips conspiratorially and drew back the curtain. Rob lost it completely when he saw that it was Wayne and Amy, their limbs tangled together and a towel thrown over them. Strangeness in proportion indeed, he thought to himself. He and Courtney retreated, and let their laughter out in the hallway, holding onto each other to keep as their bodies were wracked by violent convulsions of laughter.

The two laughed for what felt like a long time, but was probably much shorter. Time seemed to be passing by slowly, which was okay with Rob because he liked being with Courtney.

"Where are you sleeping?" she asked him after they'd recovered from their laughing fit.

"Dunno," he said, right now he was so relaxed he felt like he could have slept standing.

He felt more drunk than he should have, the marijuana amplifying the effects of the alcohol.

"Why don't you come to my room, there's plenty of space on the bed," Courtney suggested.

Rob laughed. "Ms. Maclean, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked.

Courtney laughed too. "With every breath I take," she said, her candor made possible by her state of inebriation.

The two laughed and Courtney led him to her bedroom. She turned and kissed him as he kicked the door shut behind them. Courtney used her hold on him to pull them backward towards the bed that dominated the back left corner of the room. The back of her legs hit the bed, and she fell backward with an excited whoop. Rob followed her, bracing her fall with his hand on her back, letting her land softly against the mattress while their lips rejoined. They hummed into the kiss, either Courtney was the best kisser Rob had ever encountered, or the effects of the marijuana were making him extra sensitive.

Tactile sensation seemed to be increased, Rob felt as though he were aware of every little bump on her tongue as it slid along his. He slid his hand up along her side, coming to her ribcage and then coming around to lay it over her ripe breast. Courtney gasped when his hand applied pressure to her tit, her body flooding with arousal, creating in her an urgent need to be with him.

Rob noticed the increased urgency in the motions of her tongue, their saliva growing homogenous as the kiss endured. Courtney ran her hand along his back, smooth swiping motions, feeling his muscles through his shirt. She kicked off her shoes, letting them clatter to the floor. The stroking felt intensely intimate and their kisses grew more familiar, softer and more luxuriant.

Rob tasted her mouth slowly, the bouquet of flavours that constituted her mouth filling his wonderfully. He pressed his right hand against her left cheek, feeling the warmth of her flushed face beneath his palm. His thumb trailed against her gently sloping cheekbone, and she giggled against his mouth when it brushed against her nose accidentally. Rob pulled away from the kiss and looked down into her smiling face.

"We are so high," Courtney said laughing.

Rob laughed too and kissed her again, her giggling stopped and her soft exclamations of pleasure and excitement resumed. He ran his hand down to her jawline and pressed it against her throat. He slid his hand through her hair to the back of her neck, fascinated by how soft her skin was and the wonderful warmth that seemed to pour out of every pour. Courtney had become entranced by his hair, her fingers combing through it lazily, feeling every strand between her fingers, tugging at it playfully to draw him deeper into the kiss.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 03



The motion added intensity to the kiss once more, the drug induced lethargy ebbing as they overwhelmed by the need to be closer, to have more, to lose themselves completely in the other. Rob felt Courtney reach around and press her hands to his chest. She blindly started removing the buttons of his shirt but was having difficulty. Rob pulled up from the kiss and straightened to undo them himself when he was startled by what lay in front of him. Courtney saw Rob stop and his glazed eyes grow wide.

Brianna, Courtney thought, only now remembering that her friend was sleeping in her bed. She started laughing and Rob made a shush gesture that just made it harder for her to keep quiet. Rob pressed his hand against her mouth, muffling her laughter as she worked through her fit. When he trusted that she wasn't going to laugh anymore he withdrew his hand, the palm now slick with her saliva.

"I should go," he whispered.

"Nooo..." Courtney whined quietly, grabbing his arms. "We'll be quiet. She's passed out, she won't even notice."

"I don't..." he began.

"Rob, stop being a little bitch and fuck me," she ordered in a husky voice, giggling giddily after she got the words out.

Rob laughed softly, shaking his head. Under normal circumstances he would have stopped, but his mind was clouded and all he could think of was how sexy her voice had been at that moment. A smile bloomed on Courtney's lips as he resumed removing the buttons of his shirt, watching Brianna for signs of movement as he did so. Excitement filled her, what was happening was like a dream, like the fantasies she'd had in high school.

He got the buttons down and let the shirt slide from his shoulders. Her smile broadened as she reached up and pressed her palms against his bared chest, sliding them down along his pectorals and along the ridges of his rippling abdominal muscles. It was nice to be with a guy who worked as hard as she did to be fit. Rob leant forward and brought his mouth back to hers, pressing his lips to hers as he rested his hand against her knee.

Courtney struggled to contain her excitement, her fingers pressing hard into the muscle of his chest as his hand slid slowly upward. Rob felt the smooth lace glide beneath his fingers, growing rougher as he reached the end of her stockings. Courtney exhaled sharply against his lips when his fingers came into contact with her naked flesh. They slid along the soft skin sitting above the firm thigh muscle, and her heart began to beat more rapidly in her chest as his hand curled around the side of her thigh and pushed its way under her.

Rob felt the fleshy cheek of her ass settle in his hand. Sheen of perspiration coated her skin, making it slick. He applied pressure to the firm swell of her breast while tightening his grip on her bare ass cheek. Courtney felt her pussy flood her already damp panties, her groans becoming more difficult to control. Rob pressed his lips more harshly over hers, stifling her uncontrollable declarations of need. He felt the firmness of her ass, the tight roundness of the swell that was pressed into his supine hand. His fingers dug into the naked flesh, pressing into the toned muscle.

Rob's hand slid upward, following the swell of her ass until his fingers found the narrow waist band of her thong. He followed it around to the front, his hand tenting up the lace as he came inward. Courtney felt what he was doing and whimpered against him, her hands sliding up and gripping his shoulders. Anticipating her response Rob pressed his mouth even harder against hers, their lips melding together. His fingers slid under her panties and to her hairless mound.

As he'd expected Courtney let out an uncontrollable gasp and her hips pushed upward as his hand slid along her smooth flesh. He pushed aside her panties and pressed his fingers against the wet folds of her sex. Courtney lurched against his touch, a high whine escaping her that was swallowed down by Rob. He drew his fingers along her glistening slit, marvelling at her excitement, drinking in her need for him, her thirst for him as great as his for her. His digits grew slick with her nectar as he rubbed the sensitive folds of her sex.

Rob squeezed down on her breast, feeling it mold to his grip under her dress, and after teasing her opening slid his fingers up into her drooling pussy. Courtney went to bite down on her lower lip to contain her moan, but trapped his lip as well as she struggled not to cry out, making him grunt in pain. She let up abruptly, her moan insisting on being expelled, and was without anything to muffle it. The two became still, breathing heavily against each other. There was no movement from Brianna so they resumed.

Rob drew his fingers in and out of her sex, feeling the wetness coat his fingers as her tight channel gripped him. He curled his fingers upward, running along the roof of her vagina until he found her G-spot. Courtney gasped but didn't cry out, but Rob didn't trust her not to bite down as they continued forward. He pulled his hand away from her breast and pressed it over her mouth, bringing his lips to her neck instead. Rob slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing against the sensitive spot, and felt her hips lunge upward.

Courtney groaned into his hand, Rob felt the vibrations on his lips against her throat. He kissed down along her collar bone, methodically massaging her G-spot. Courtney's eyes were shut tight, her brow furrowed as she fought against her bodies response to his ministrations. She became even wetter, her nectar flowing along his knuckles as he worked his fingers steadily in and out of her. Her grip on his shoulders became tight, and her finger nails dug into his skin as she teetered on the precipice.

Rob kissed the hollow of her neck and drew his thumb against the engorged bud of her clit. Courtney exploded; her pussy clamped down on his fingers and flooded his palm with her juices. Her scream of bliss was held back by his hand over her mouth, her breath forced violently through her nose as her body twisted and convulsed beneath him. Her nails dug into his muscular shoulders, not enough to break skin but enough to cause discomfort. Her hips pressed up against his hand as her legs tightened and she drove her shaking body upward.

Courtney's body fell back against the mattress, and as he pulled her hand from his mouth she started giggling, the rush of her orgasm making her euphoric. Rob grinned down at her and pressed his mouth to her lips. She kissed him happily, her hands massaging the shoulders she'd clutched onto as she came gently. Her hand went around to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair, a rush of new affection towards him flooded her. Rob pulled his mouth away, and pressed his mouth near her ear.

"Roll over," he whispered before standing at the edge of the bed.

Courtney grinned and did as he said, watching him from over her shoulder as he drew something out from his pocket and tossed it to the mattress before undoing his belt. He undid his button and slid down his zipper, the sound making her quiver in excitement. He looked at Brianna nervously before pulling down his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion. His long cock sprang free, erect and jutting proudly from his now naked body.

Courtney watched him, drinking in the sight of his naked body as he came to the bed. He pushed her dress up her legs, no longer taking his time. He took a moment to admire her callipygian lower body, unveiled to him fully for the first time. Courtney felt his hands grip her waist and let him pull her to the edge of the bed. Rob ran his hands along her ass and the backs of her thighs gently before looping his fingers around the waist of her panties and drawing them down to her knees.

He could see the glistening lips of her pussy between her legs, and reached forward to feel the slickness of her arousal as he felt the final surges of blood bring his manhood to full mast.

Courtney gasped in frustration. "Put it in," she breathed heatedly.

Rob blinked and shook his head to clear it. "Grab a pillow," he told her quietly.

She grinned at him wickedly and did as he said while he grabbed the condom he'd tossed to the mattress and ripped it open. Rob sheathed his cock in the lubricated latex and Courtney felt his hand rest against her hip. His other hand went to the middle of her back, pushing her down gently until she went down on her forearms, rising her ass upward. Satisfied with her positioning, and seeing she was ready with the pillow, he took hold of his shaft, aimed, and pressed his helm against her tight entrance.

"Ohh!" Courtney moaned. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her outburst as Rob's cockhead pushed past her opening and the first few inches of his rigid organ sank into her hot, wet pussy.

Rob sighed pleasurably as the heat of her body enveloped his cock as he slid deep into her slick channel. Courtney clutched the pillow to her face, smothering her groans of lust as his oversized manhood burrowed into her tight sex. Every vein and ridge was felt as he entered her dripping pussy, the fluids of her arousal trailing down the inside of her thigh as he bottomed out inside of her. She felt his balls rest against her, and felt his entire organ pulse inside of her as he held it inside.

Courtney felt hyper-aware of the presence of the throbbing organ inside her. It was almost like she could feel his heartbeat through his shaft, but realised it was just her tightly stretched pussy quivering around the hulking intrusion, the sensation of her own pulse. He felt immense, filling her absolutely, anymore and it would have been painful. Every part of her felt filled, that which made her a woman stuffed full of what made Rob a man.

Courtney's natural lubricant and the lubrication from the condom allowed Rob to move freely inside of her, despite the narrowness of her channel. He began to rock his hips, angling his thrusts downward. Courtney grunted when the head of his cock brushed against her G-spot, shivers of pleasure rippling up her spine. Rob increased his range of motion slowly, letting his helm hit the sensitive space over and over as he drew his hips back and forth.

He gripped her hips and watched his manhood slide in and out of her sex, soaked with her delicious nectar. Rob increased the pace of his thrusts, sliding out until just the head of his cock was inside of her before driving it back into her. Shudders went through Courtney as she felt his full length sliding in and out of her, concealing her increasingly impassioned moans with the pillow. He sank his cock in to her cunt, and drew it back, and then slid it home once more.

Rob's hands slid upward, resting against the small of her back as he began to take her harder. She buried her face in the pillow, his body slapping against hers at the bottom of every thrust. Rob couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside of her, how his cumbersome member seemed to fit inside her tight wet pussy perfectly. He felt as though he were connected to her, not just joined at the sexes but in the soul as well, his intoxicated mind felt as though he knew everything and anything about her.

That was some high quality weed Courtney had.

Rob drove his hips downward, sinking his swollen organ as far into her as it would go. Courtney felt the head brush against her cervix, making her gasp sharply. She'd grown so wet for him that her juices trailed down his balls as he ground himself against her ass, sticky trails of her nectar flowing down his scrotum. Rob began rocking again, building up momentum, and then falling back into the grinding motion that felt so good. He kept repeating this process, prolonging their wait for release.

Courtney's heart was beating fast, and everything seemed to feel good simultaneously. Her pussy was the center, a hub for the pleasure that was delivered through the nerves to every corner of her being. She felt lightheaded, partially from the weed and alcohol, but also from lack of oxygen as she smothered herself in an attempt to conceal the steady stream of moans, cries, and whimpers that escaped her. Her brain was having difficulty processing the amount of stimulation it was receiving as Rob's cock hit her sweet spot over and over again without mercy.

Her body had been wracked by numerous little convulsions, not dissimilar to orgasms though nothing compared to what she felt building inside of her. Courtney had started feeling this blooming inside of her two cycles of Rob's 'fuck, hold, grind' regimen ago. Her juices continued to run down the insides of her thighs and dribble along his scrotum, making the wet cacophonic sounds of their bodies colliding soddenly sinful. She felt his fingers digging into her flesh around her hips and braced herself for another bout with his hammering hips.

Rob drew back and thrust forward, getting an intense satisfaction from the sound of his hips slapping against her. As soon as he was buried he was pulling out again, fucking her with long smooth strokes, the slipperiness of her channel allowing for intense speed. He shut his eyes, his body seeming to work apart from his mind, and cast his awareness outward. Rob heard Courtney's muffled cries as she hit another one of her crests, knowing she hadn't yet hit the big one.

As he thrust down she pushed back to meet him, occasionally taking over entirely and driving back on his shaft in a frenzied passion. It was in these moments that he thought she was going to hit her peak, but she hadn't yet. Not since her first one. Courtney pushed her ass back against him, grinding her tailbone against him, writhing like she had on the dance floor. He held her waist, meeting her motions, his burgeoning organ filling her to the brim.

Rob's slightly detached mind made it easier to last, and although he certainly felt the excitement, the pressure building in his balls was still quite manageable. They were both sweating, the greatest concentration of perspiration was at their groins, mixing with the condoms lubricant and Courtney's juices. His buttocks clenched with every thrust, forcing his entire length from tip to stem into Courtney's hot, welcoming sex.

Her body rocked from the force of the impact, but she didn't protest against the strength of his thrusts, seeming to savor the strength she sensed in his body. The deep wells of untapped savagery that lay beneath the controlled exterior that Rob still managed to maintain despite being drunk, stoned, and half-way delirious with lust. Courtney wanted to know what the most carnal part of Rob would feel like, but sensed he wouldn't deliver that to her. Not yet anyway.

Rob shoved his cock into her, feeling the heat of her body engulfing his pulsing organ, her body practically humming around him. He reached under her with one hand, holding her against him with his other, and found her clit nestled in the dampness of her sex. The pillow hardly contained the guttural cry that left her when he began to rub it rapidly. She hadn't been ready for the intensity of the assault, expecting teasing where she had received a direct assault.

Rob made circular motions with his hips, stirring his engorged member inside her pussy, bumping and rubbing against her most sensitive spots. A deep sense of satisfaction went through him as at last Courtney gave him a proper orgasm. He saw her buttocks and the muscles in her lower back tense as the rest of her body seized up, her cunt constricting around him, squeezing him tight as she screamed into her pillow. The climax she thought she had felt prepared for only moments earlier suddenly staggered her with its intensity.

Rob continued to the next phase of his circuit, and started working his erection in and out of her convulsing pussy. Courtney's scream was followed by a series of frantic moans as she clawed at her pillow, nearly ripping it in half as his body rocked into her. The pleasure seemed to never end, a steady stream of bliss filling every corner of her mind, making her delirious. She felt hot, incredibly hot, sweat seemed to flow out of every pore, covering her body in a film of perspiration as her form writhed and contorted itself lustfully in front of Rob.

The trickle of her juices along her inner thigh became a stream when her pussy seized his cock, gushing around it as she hit a second crest just as she felt herself coming down from the first. He held his rigid member inside of her, feeling her vibrate around it, savoring the warmth of her surrounding his shaft. He ground against her, stirring her convulsing cunt with his bloated organ, balls deep inside of her. He held her by the waist tight, holding her upright as her knees became wobbly.

The pressure he'd thought manageable before her orgasm had started became far less docile. He was at war with his body to not let this end, to let him keep feeling the sensations of being inside of her, squeezing his prostate tight to avoid reaching a conclusion to this state of paradise. For a while he succeeded, pushing his cock in and out of her body steadily, Courtney feeling a floodgate of orgasms rush through her after the dam had been broken by the first.

Her body was ravaged by the force of her climaxes, her mind too foggy to discern one from the other until they seemed to blend into each other. The rapid beating of her heart from the excitement of her successive climaxes and the swiftness of her breathing made Courtney more lightheaded still. She felt not totally a part of herself, the drug and oxygen deprivation taking her mind aside while her body hit crest after crest of pleasure. Transcendent while still consumed by moment. All through the barrage she'd felt something building inside of her once more, a climax similar to the one that had started this torrent of bliss.

It wasn't until she felt Rob drive into her and his already obscenely large cock swell inside of her, that this something hit her. Courtney's eyes widened and she clamped her teeth around the corner of her pillow as a low growl tore its way out through her throat. Every corner of her being seemed to explode in a release of unadulterated sexual energy. Rob hunched over Courtney, still trying to hold back but knowing he was already gone as he felt the first surge of his semen evacuate his body.

Rob's legs became weak as he was overcome by his orgasm and was forced to lean forward and rest his knees against the mattress to support his weight while it worked its way through him. He thrust into Courtney in short, explosive motions. His cum pouring into the condom while Courtney's went wild beneath him. Her hips curled back against him, her pussy clamping down on his spewing member like a vice as her heart thudded powerfully in her chest.

Courtney's eyes shut as she hit the second stage of her climax. The explosions she'd felt turned into violent tremors, her entire body twitched and shuddered uncontrollably, her hands twisting and wringing the pillow she still clutched tightly. Rob's cum filled the condom, surging out from his body violently until he felt his body grow weak. He felt heavy, and slumped over Courtney who was still shaking and in the throes of her orgasm.

Rob pressed his body over hers, flattening her against the bed as she trembled beneath him. He kissed her neck, drawing her hair away from her sweaty skin and tasting the salt of her perspiration. Courtney continued to twitch for a long time before finally growing still. Rob felt his erection receding and pulled out from her, her spent cunt giving up his organ reluctantly. Her thick lips clung to his wilting shaft as it was drawn out of her.

Rob looked around and spotted a wastebasket beside the bedside table. He took the condom off carefully and tied it off at the end before tossing it inside. The sudden tiredness he felt seemed contagious, Courtney was hugging her pillow now, not quite sleeping but in a pleasant fog of pleasure and near slumber. He kissed the top of her head and she moved to make room for him. She was facing Brianna's back, the slumbering girl unaware of the intensity of what had just happened.




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Rob settled in behind Courtney, the back of her body pressing into his front, his wet cock pressing against her bared buttocks still exposed below her hiked up dress. They made minute adjustments, slight shifts and shoves until their legs and arms found a comfortable arrangement. Rob's arms were wrapped around Courtney, his naked body pressed into her still mostly clothed one. She pushed back against him, seeking his warmth though her body had plenty of its own.

"Thanks for letting me sleep here," Rob murmured tiredly, gently kissing her neck.

Courtney laughed lowly. "We haven't exactly slept yet," she replied.

Rob ran a hand along her cheek softly, pushing aside the strands of hair that clung to it. Normally Courtney would have felt awkward about such a gesture, but she was too overwhelmed by everything else that she didn't think to be bothered by it. Rob breathed steadily as he drifted off to sleep. The rhythmic press of his chest against her back, and the intermittent warmth of his breath on the back of her neck as he exhaled lulled her exhausted body further towards sleep. Before long Courtney too fell into the clutches of slumber, loosely held in Rob's unconscious embrace.

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Chapter 4 will be uploaded next month.

-Max



Taken By The Wind Ch. 04



Author's Note:

Thank you to all of you who left such kind comments on the previous installation. It has been really encouraging to see the positive response to this series to this point. A warning: this story features anal sex, if such acts offend you, stop reading here.

You will likely notice that this installation is substantially (read two times) longer than the previous in the series, this is for two reasons.

First: pacing. I like a lot of build-up and to include a story, but to include that while also including 'action scenes' if you will, I have to make these things longer or the series will be twenty-some chapters long, which I would rather avoid, cut out the story elements which I would also rather not do, or remove the 'action scenes' which would simply defeat the purpose of writing erotic fiction.

Second: self-censorship. I received a comment from a reader regarding Coach King (another series of mine, for new readers) telling me my chapters were too long, which stuck with me for some foolish reason. When preparing 'Taken By The Wind' I started breaking it into smaller chunks, thinking that would be better. I've found that I don't like doing it that way, as I found myself leaving details out that I might otherwise include to satisfy some self-imposed page count.

I understand if some of you do not like this change, and I am sorry if this stops you from reading the remaining chapters of this series, but I do not intend to go back to the other way. To the rest of you, thanks for sticking with me, and I assure you this will not delay the release of the upcoming chapters in any way.

This has already been abhorrently long-winded, so I'll end it there.

Cheers,

-Max

PS. If you are new to the series, or me in general, hello. I recommend reading the previous installments first, and if you enjoy them, perhaps check out my other series.

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Chapter 4:

The pain was familiar but no less agonizing for it. Brianna groaned, and rolled away from the wall. Her hand brushed against something, it was warm. Her fingers went further, it was an arm. At first she thought it was Courtney's but it was too big, too hairy, and altogether too masculine. Brianna's eyes opened and she looked over to her side, she yelped and sprang back, her butt impacting the wall loudly.

Rob stirred and his eyes fluttered open, he pressed his hand to his forehead and looked for the source of the sound that had woken him. He glanced at Brianna, and the events of the previous night came back to him.

Brianna stared wide-eyed at Rob, at his naked body as he lay on his stomach beside her, his disheveled hair, and his tired eyes.

Her eyes widened in fright. "Did we..."

Rob looked at her and frowned. "No."

"Oh thank God," she said. She put her hand over her eyes, relieved that her fears had not been realised.

"Gee, thanks," Rob quipped, grinning at her tiredly.

Brianna blushed. "No, it's just... Well, I'm not into... I mean I don't like..." she stammered. "I like girls," she said finally. "If we'd..."

"Oh," Rob said. "I get it."

The questions that would have arisen if she had slept with him were sure to have been confusing and painful for someone who had gone through it all in the opposite direction. Brianna had only told Courtney and her family so far.

"So, you and Courtney?" Brianna asked, averting her eyes from his naked body timidly.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," he replied. His memories of the previous night after a certain point were pretty foggy. Images flashed behind his eyes, of Courtney in the bathroom, then in the bedroom. He felt like he could still taste her lips. He felt drained, but pleasantly. The most vivid memory he still held was of her body rippling and shaking under him, so he hoped she had had a good time as well.

"Uh, listen. I'm not really 'out' yet," Brianna said nervously, not sure why she had told him in the first place. It had just felt necessary.

Rob looked at her. "Oh, okay. I won't tell anyone."

It was then that he recognized her as the girl taking body shots off of the redhead the previous night.

She smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Courtney's the only one I've told outside of my family."

"And now there's me," he said, grinning at her while squinting against the sunlight.

At that moment Courtney entered through the closed bedroom door, a small dog under her arm. Rob smiled when he saw her, and she grinned back at him tiredly as she set Winston down. She had changed out of her dress and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was wet from the shower she had just had. She came back to the bed, sliding in between Rob and Brianna.

"Nice tattoo," Courtney said, running her hand along his back.

"Thanks," he said.

It was a tree with its roots and branches entwined to form a circle, shaded in with black and positioned in the upper portion of his back. It was not large, but it was not small either, centered ideally horizontally so that the trunk followed the line of his spine. Courtney studied the intricacy of the design, the knotted and twisted branches and roots linked together, simultaneously masculine and beautiful. She ran the tip of her finger along his flesh, the slightest contact stirring a deep and lustful part of Rob.

The tattoo had been the source of a great deal of controversy with his parents when he had had it done earlier the previous year. His father hated the thing, and so his mother did as well on principal. They had come around eventually, however, or at least accepted the fact that it was not going away any time soon. It was a trick Rob had learned from Jane, go ahead and beg forgiveness later. If the offense was not too egregious you would get away with a few privileges taken away and a severe talking to.

Courtney's finger continued to circle his tattoo, following every root and branch with just the nail of her right forefinger. She was studying the exposed flesh of his shoulders and back, as well as the well-muscled arms that disappeared under the pillow his head was resting on. The same pillow she had screamed into the previous night as her orgasms had crashed over her.

That this sleepy-eyed, soft-spoken Rob was the same guy who had done that to her the previous night seemed impossible. That it was Rob Kavanagh at all, seemed impossible. North Side girls were not supposed to hook up with South End guys. Still, it was him, the flesh beneath her fingernail was real, the hairs rising to attention on the back of his neck at the sensation of it were really there, and the flush she felt forming on her cheeks as she studied his physique was genuine.

"You should get dressed, don't want to tempt Brianna," Courtney said, startled by her response to seeing him like this.

Rob laughed. "I'd be barking up the wrong tree wouldn't I?"

He shifted on the bed as she took her hand away, ignoring the rising erection pressing into the mattress beneath him.

Courtney blinked. "What do you mean?"

"He knows Courtney," Brianna said.

"You told him?" Courtney asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't really mean to, it just sort of slipped out I guess," she replied.

"Well, I guess that's one less person I can't tell," Courtney said.

Brianna smiled gently. "I'm getting more comfortable with saying it I guess."

Rob felt like he was observing a moment he was not fully a part of, he lacked the backstory but he saw the gratitude in Brianna's eyes and the support in Courtney's. Winston chose that moment to jump up on the bed and attack Courtney's ankles with wet kisses. She squealed and laughed, sitting up and lifting him into her lap. He snuffled in the bowl between her crossed legs, snuggling against her as she scratched his ears.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up," Brianna said.

"Okay," Courtney said. "Use the one downstairs, everyone else is pretty much gone already but Wayne and Amy are still in the one up here."

"Alright," Brianna replied as she walked to the door, closing it behind her.

Rob rolled over, his lower body covered by a blanket. He reached over and let Winston smell his hand before scratching him behind the ears. This let Courtney observe his naked torso, which made her feel warm again so she averted her eyes. She needed to discuss what had happened with him. She did not want to come across as desperate, but she hoped against hope that he actually felt something for her and did not just see her as a notch in his belt.

"So," Courtney began, "about last night..."

Rob's heart sank, fearing he was about to be rejected by two girls in the span of a week and a half.

"Yeah," he said.

Courtney stroked the dog in her lap, feeling strangely nervous. What did it matter if it was just a one off thing? She had had as much fun as he had. The flirting had been pleasant, the dancing exciting, and what followed... Well, from what she remembered, it had been a lot more than pleasant and exciting. But, Courtney found herself not wanting it to just be a 'one off thing', she wanted it to be an 'as many times as I can get it' thing.

This unsettled her, when she felt like this she usually wound up in a relationship lasting a few months that ultimately led to her in tears and an ice cream binge. She really was not looking for another one of those kinds of relationships. She wanted something more permanent, something more stable. Courtney had not had an actual 'boyfriend' for a while, only guys she had fun with. She had upped her standards and was having difficulty finding a guy that met them.

"I... I just guess, I mean... I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. But I'd like to hang out again or something," she said. "If you want to," she added.

Courtney hated how those words had come out, but she was nervous. She normally was not this tongue tied. Then again she was used to having the guys do the asking. But what was she asking for really? What did she want from him? She knew that he could not actually date her. His parent's would kill him. Hell, most of his friends would advise against it given the reputation she had been saddled with in high school. It seemed so long ago now, but it really had not been at all.

Courtney waited for the rejection. It would be nice, that was the way Rob was, but it would still leave her feeling embarrassed. Her wings would burn and she'd come hurtling towards the Earth.

"Yeah, for sure," Rob replied, not wanting to sound too eager.

Courtney felt her heart lift and a smile bloomed on her face. A strange fluttering started in her chest, a smile wider than was appropriate for the moment stretching along her lips. Courtney felt flustered, and more than a touch flushed. She decided she needed to get away from him now or she would mess this up.

"Cool. You'd better get dressed," she said, getting up from the bed.

Winston trotted beside her as she left the room, leaving Rob to put his clothes on. His shirt was wrinkled from being in a ball on the floor all night, but as he looked at himself in the full-length mirror that Courtney had on the back of her door he did not think he looked too hung over. Rob realised that he was alone in her room, and took the opportunity to look around. The floors were hardwood, the walls a warm red color, trimmed with white. What caught his attention was what she had pinned up on the wall behind her bed.

Normally girls had posters of their favorite bands and singers, but Courtney had records of hers. They lined the entire expanse of the wall, the album covers displayed above the vinyl record themselves, which she had mounted below them. He glanced at the names: Rush, Genesis, Van Halen, Black Sabbath, and many others. Either she had them up for show as a way to impress people, or she genuinely liked all those bands. In which case, she had a very wide range in taste.

Rob decided to leave before it became too obvious that he was snooping. He left the room and entered the hallway to find it empty. He walked down the stairs, finding Wayne waiting for him at the bottom.

"Good night?" he asked him.

Wayne stretched. "Yeah. Sore as hell though. Bathtubs are no place for people my size to sleep."

"You looked pretty comfortable to me," Rob replied cheekily.

Wayne shrugged and grinned. "How about you?"

"Yeah, it was great," he replied.

Wayne nodded. "I thought it would be."

The way he said it rubbed Rob the wrong way.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Wayne squinted at him tiredly as he yawned. "Nothing really, Courtney's got a good reputation in that department is all. One could even say it precedes her."

Rob frowned slightly, not quite sure what to make of that. Amy arrived by Wayne's side and ran her hand down his arm.

"What're you guys talking about?" she asked.

Wayne wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her petite body against his immense bulk.

"You sweetness," he said smoothly.

Amy smiled. "Nice things I hope."

Wayne nodded. "The nicest."

The little blonde smiled happily and leaned up for a kiss. Rob wondered if he would be seeing more of Amy, Wayne had a charming personality and seemed to acquire girlfriends easily. He was a big softie though, and often got taken advantage of. They continued to talk and they were joined by another couple, Karen and Adam, as they came walking down the stairs.

Rob's eyes met Karen's for a moment, and a look passed between them. It was over before Rob was even sure there had been something to it. Karen held Adam's hand as the five of them talked at the foot of the staircase.

Courtney joined them, her hair now tied back in an athletic ponytail and wearing running shoes. She stood beside Rob but did not take his hand or press against him like the other girls were doing to their dates from the previous night. Winston sat beside her, leaning against her leg. The five of them congratulated her on throwing a great party, and she took their thanks gladly. It could be a lot of pressure having to live up to her reputation.

"Do you need a hand cleaning up?" Karen asked.

She looked exhausted, and horribly hung over. Adam looked dismayed at the idea that he may be caught up in the offer. Courtney laughed and waved her hand dismissively.

"Nah, I'll be alright," she replied.

"Are you sure?" Rob asked. "I could stay. Amy, you could give Wayne a ride home right?"

The blonde smiled brightly at the idea. "For sure."

Wayne grinned at Rob appreciatively for his skillful wingmanship, and Courtney looked at him for a moment. In truth Rob was not being entirely altruistic. Courtney in a pair of sweatpants and a cotton shirt was as sexy as the Courtney in the body hugging dress from the previous night. Maybe more so because now he had first-hand experience of what made the curves and swells of her body so alluring.

She shrugged. "Alright, if you want to. I could use someone to move the furniture back."

That decided the remaining party guests began to depart. Karen took Courtney off to the side and they shared a hurried conversation.

"How was it?" she asked.

Courtney grinned innocently. "How was what?"

"Oh come on, you and Rob. You did it, right?" she asked.

The brunette shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. "Maybe," she said coyly.

Karen whined. "Tell me."

Courtney gave in, unable to maintain the façade of nonchalance.

"Okay, it was good. At least I think it was, we were pretty high at the time," she said.

Courtney was understating, she hasd been practically dizzy with how good it felt with him.

Karen's eyes widened. "You got Rob Kavanagh high?"

"Yeah, he's a trooper actually. Took it no problem," she said.

Karen smirked. "And the 'knee-knocker', how'd you take that."

Courtney's eyes widened and she laughed. "Whoa, naughty girl!"

"I'm the bad one remember?" she remarked.

"Yeah, and I'm evil," Courtney replied.

They were quiet for a moment as the laughed to themselves.

"Listen, Karen. I..." Courtney began uncertainly. "Was Kavanagh your 'Joe Schmoe'?" she asked.

Karen blushed. She thought of denying it, but could see Courtney's intuitive guess had already been confirmed by her hesitation.

"Uh, yeah."

Courtney nodded thoughtfully. Those two syllables hung between them for a long moment of silence where Courtney's mind considered the way that knowledge changed the dynamic. If she was honest with herself, Courtney had suspected Rob was the one Karen had slept with the previous week from the beginning. He fit the bill of a) nice, b) cute, and c) present that would lead to that type of event. Karen would not just sleep with any guy, but Rob Kavanagh?

If she had wanted to get back at Adam he was the right guy to do it with. That would have just been the icing on the already very tasty cake. That Adam hated everyone who came from the South End with an irrational passion would just heighten the appeal of the already very attractive package that Rob had presented to Karen.

But what did that mean for her and Rob? Should Courtney stop now? Was Rob really that good of a guy if he'd jump from one girl to another? That was harsh, and Courtney knew it. But she couldn't help but let doubts creep in. They always did, eventually, and usually became perceived faults resulting in her ending a relationship.

Was it even worth trying it with Rob? Would it hurt Karen if she did? No guy was worth that, even one that she had had a crush on since he had shown her a small amount of kindness in tenth grade.

Karen caught wind of what her friend was thinking and sought to snuff out those ideas before they caught flame.

"Listen, it was just a one-time thing. I was down about Adam, Rob was being nice and whatever. We had too much rum, we were both lonely, and things got out of hand. It didn't mean anything, I'm with Adam," she said emphatically.

"Really?" Courtney asked. "Are you positive that's all it was? I don't want to try something with him if it's going to hurt you. There are plenty of other guys out there."

Karen could see that Courtney was serious about this. She would cut all ties with Rob if she thought Karen would get hurt by her dating him. It frustrated Karen that Courtney was so very careful about hurting others but had a reputation for being the exact opposite because of one mistake. Karen was delighted that Courtney and Rob had hit it off so well; everything had gone exactly as she had hoped it would. She had Adam, and now Courtney had an opportunity with a great guy.

"Yes, I'm positive. I love Adam, remember?" she asked.

The corner of Courtney's mouth twitched unhappily. "Yeah, I know."

Karen ignored the tone that had crept into Courtney's voice, seeking to assure her that she and Rob had just been a one-time thing. They were friends, that was all, and things were going really well with Adam right now. Last night had been a bit of a dud in the bedroom, but everything prior to that had been fine. He had been charming and nice to everyone, including Brianna, who both were trying to forgive for Courtney's sake.

Karen did not want to make Courtney choose between her and a friend she had had since kindergarten, perhaps because she feared who she would choose. Adam had been surprisingly good at being civil towards Brianna, something Karen took as a sign that he was changing. He had never been a forgiving soul, and seeing that he was being one for her made Karen sure that he really was trying to be a better man for her.

"Do you like him?" Karen asked.

Courtney smiled. "He's cool, I guess."

Karen recognized that look. "You totally do! I knew you would."

Courtney could not help the smile on her face, she felt silly but thinking of him made her happy.

"Yeah, I do. I didn't think I would though, I mean he's not... What I'd thought he'd be like," she said.




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"Did you think he'd be a snob?" Karen said.

"No," Courtney said. "I knew he was a good guy, but I also thought he'd be... different."

Karen shrugged, "Maybe you could use something a little 'different'."

After the past year Courtney had had, she thought Karen may be right.

Courtney grinned. "Live hard, die young, right?"

The two shared a hug. "Not too young though," Karen said.

"Right, all the greats die at twenty-seven. I've got a few more years," she said jokingly.

The two returned to the door, finding that Brianna had joined the crowd. She shifted awkwardly when she saw Karen, seeing the hostility in Karen's gait despite her intention to not be adversarial. Courtney knew there was a deeper cause than mere intimidation that made Brianna nervous around Karen, but the blonde girl would never admit it to Karen. Wayne and Amy had already left, leaving just Adam, Karen, and Brianna.

The rest of the guests departed, Brianna the last through the door, leaving Rob and Courtney together as she shut the door behind them. He had called his parents, letting him know he would not be home until late. His father was not too happy about this, he did not seem to think that it was appropriate for Rob to spend this much time out of the house.

If only he had known where his son was. That would have really caused a problem for him.

Rob half-expected Courtney to want to just hang out, but she put him to work as soon as the door closed at Brianna's back and the two had wolfed down a bowl of cereal. They made their way through the house top to bottom, the two of them laughing with each other as they worked. Rob was glad to see he was still able to talk to her coherently while sober.

Courtney had him help her take down the fold away tables that had had the drinks on them, causally grabbing his arms and giving them an appraising squeeze when she had him return the dining room table to the dining room.

"Should be able to handle it," she said.

"It's not too heavy," he said.

"It's not the table I'm worried about," she said. "How's your stamina?" she asked boldly.

One thing Rob noticed about Courtney was that she flirted almost constantly, and was big on touching. Her hands seemed to always find a way to glide across him. She was not shy about it either, pinching his ass more than once, hard enough to make him jump. Courtney would flash him a playful grin and continue on as if she had not done anything. They reached the basement, one of the rooms Rob had not gone into the previous night.

Courtney cursed under her breath when she saw the mess; the stream of profanity would have made a sailor blush. There was trash everywhere, beer cans, food wrappers, condoms from the apparent orgy that had taken place. Rob looked at the mess dismayed, he wanted to finish cleaning and hang out with Courtney, but this was going to take a while.

"Gloves," Courtney said finally. "We need gloves, come on."

Rob followed her up the stairs, his eyes glued to her toned ass as she seemed to sway gracefully up the steps. It seemed like she was putting a little extra emphasis into each swing of her hips, or that was just how she walked. Courtney seemed to radiate sex appeal, her natural motions made sultry by her impossibly perfect figure. Rob had never met a girl he was more physically attracted to, and wished his memories of the previous night were clearer.

One image was clear though, what lay beneath the form fitting material of those sweatpants, the firm flesh of her tight ass that sloped gracefully into her long, toned legs. They retrieved the gloves and returned to the disaster zone, Courtney bravely attending to the couch which served as the epicenter of the mess. Another thing Rob had noticed about Courtney was that she had a beautiful singing voice. She sang softly as she cleaned, humming some courses, absently giving Rob a concert.

"The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south," she sang softly, humming the next line.

He kept sneaking glances at her as they cleaned, even not dressed to impress she was hard not to look at. Courtney felt his eyes on her and felt flattered. Despite her apparent confidence she was feeling nervous around him, but a good kind of nervous, a fun kind. Rob had scored big points by not only volunteering to help her clean up, but actually being helpful in completing the task. The basement took a long time to clean, and by the time they were done they were both relieved to have the task completed.

Courtney led him upstairs to the kitchen, letting him ogle her ass once more. They entered the previously cleaned kitchen and she opened the fridge door, peering in. Rob leaned back against the countertop while she rummaged around, apparently finding nothing worth eating. His stomach was rumbling, having not eaten anything but the cereal at breakfast. He began to glance around the kitchen, spotting a box of pasta above the fridge.

"Do you have a can of diced tomatoes?" he asked.

Courtney looked up from her unfruitful search, a confused look on her face.

"Uh, not sure. Check the cupboard," she said, gesturing to the one she was referring to.

Rob went over to it and dug through it, finding what he was looking for quickly. More rummaging provided additional ingredients and he attracted Courtney's attention when he began banging around looking for a pot.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making dinner," he replied.

Courtney grinned. "Jeez, I should keep you around. Clean, cook, and not half bad looking, you'd spoil a girl."

Rob grinned. "I'm not being entirely selfless, that leftover meatloaf looks like it was made sometime before the turn of the century."

Courtney laughed. "Self-preservation."

"Exactly," Rob replied. "Now, pass me an onion and the olive oil."

Courtney acted as Rob's sous-chef, the smell of the pasta sauce wafting into the kitchen and making both their stomach's grumble.

"God that smells good," Courtney said.

Rob grinned. "My Nona taught me to cook, I'm nothing compared to her."

"I'll have to thank her," she replied.

A half-hour later the sauce and pasta was ready. It was a simple rose sauce, but it was delicious. Courtney had never had a guy cook for her before, and as she gobbled down the food she decided she could get used to it. Rob sat across from her at the table, watching her while he ate. They talked, the language getting more flirtatious. Courtney was making obvious double entendre with the words 'sauce' and 'noodle'. She made Rob blush as she let a noodle slide between her lips slowly, wiped away the sauce with a finger and then sucked on it while moaning pleasurably.

Courtney smiled at him saucily around her finger, her straight white teeth pressing down against her knuckle, her big brown eyes burning into his hungrily. She fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously, and they both laughed a moment later at the intentional silliness of the action. They finished their food, and Rob let Courtney clean up while he freshened up in the bathroom.

With the house clean, and the two of them fed, Rob wondered if she would want him to leave. Surprisingly he was not tired, he had slept well the previous night and his hangover had dissipated over the course of the day.

Rob left the bathroom and found Courtney closing up the dishwasher, pressing the buttons to start it. There was a rumble and a gurgle, and the machine began to run. Courtney hadn't seen him come in, and was singing to herself again.

"The sink is full of fishes / 'cause she's got dirty dishes on the brain / and my dog's been itchin'/ itchin' in the kitchen once again," Courtney sang, stepping around Winston and adjusting the lyrics to suit her actions effortlessly.

The faithful pug followed her everywhere, and she clearly adored the little dog. She turned and smiled at Rob when she saw him.

"Do you want to hang out for a while? Or do you need to go home?" she asked.

"I'm fine with sticking around," he said. The damage with his father had already been done, he would get a talking to for being out for so long but he really could not have cared less.

Courtney picked up Winston and scratched his ears while cradling him in her arms.

"Cool, let's go downstairs," she said.

Rob followed her back down to the basement, now smelling heavily of air freshener and disinfectant. They sat down on the couch and Courtney turned the TV on. Winston chose to curl up between them, resting his head against Courtney's thigh so she could continue the ear scratching she had started earlier. Rob petted the dog's flank, making him very happy.

"He's really well behaved," Rob commented.

Courtney laughed. "All it took was some bits of kibble. This little guy likes his food," she replied fondly.

"How old is he?" he asked.

"About a year and a half," she replied. "My mom bought him for herself but couldn't take care of him. Rather than send him to an animal shelter I convinced my Dad to let me adopt him as my graduation present."

"Oh," Rob replied. "Why couldn't your mom take care of him?" he asked.

Courtney's good mood shifted slightly. "She's not very good at that kind of thing," she said.

Rob didn't ask any more questions, seeing that this was clearly a sore spot for Courtney. Instead he moved on to a more neutral topic. They talked for a while, letting the TV drone on in the back ground, Winston enjoying the double attention he was getting. Eventually he asked her about her thing for music, which brought her right back to talking about her mom, though this time she did not seem to mind.

"My mom started it actually. She's in a band, I think she thought she'd be the next Stevie Nicks or something, I definitely heard enough of her music as a kid anyway. She actually wanted to name me 'Rhiannon' after the Fleetwood Mac song, but my Dad wanted to call me Mabel after my grandmother. They compromised, so I got stuck with those as my middle names and they found something less unusual for my first name.

'As for the singing, I don't know. It was just something we did. She'd sing to me and I'd sing back, I think she got a kick out of hearing her daughter singing music that would have horrified her parents," Courtney said, laughing at the thought.

"Where's your mom now?" he asked.

Courtney shrugged. "Still travelling, touring with her band. She's being trying to hit her big break for twenty years."

Rob nodded.

"What about your mom?" she asked.

Rob laughed, "She's an OB/GYN, not quite as glamorous."

"I bet she makes good money though," Courtney replied.

"I guess," he replied neutrally.

"How about your Dad?" she asked.

"He's COO at Fletcher's," Rob replied, again a little uncomfortable.

Fletcher's was a construction firm that dominated their region. They built everything from houses to water mains. Vertically integrated almost to the point of monopoly in the region, Fletcher's was the top job creator in town.

"What about your dad?" he asked hurriedly to get off the topic of his parents.

People sometimes got weird with the subject. They either assumed he was a snob and disliked him for it, or they assumed he had an unlimited amount of disposable income and tried to curry his favor with false pleasantness. He disliked both, but the latter was more grating.

"He's a carpenter," Courtney replied.

Rob nodded. "My grandfather did carpentry as well. He did lots other things too though; he seemed to have an interest in everything."

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'm in Engineering," he told her.

Her eyebrows lifted. "Wow, that's cool."

He laughed humorlessly. "Not according to my Dad," Rob said.

Courtney frowned. "Why not?" she asked.

"He wanted me to go into business," he explained, "to take over his job someday I guess. My sister was supposed to become an orthodontist or optometrist or something, but she's at Julliard for drama, so we're both disappointments."

Courtney laughed. "Jesus. He'd hate me, I'm in cosmetology."

Rob shrugged. "Nah. You'd just flash that perfect smile at him and he'd be putty in your hands."

He did not actually believe that, his father was not nearly so easily won over, but the compliment got him a smile, showing off those straight pearly whites.

"All natural," she said.

"Just like the rest of you," Rob replied, looking at her chest pointedly.

Courtney blushed but laughed. "Yeah, they're all me too."

It was the first time Rob had managed to get her to blush. He knew he was not likely to offend her. She seemed to like catching him staring at her. Maybe it was a power thing, she liked the idea that he could not help but look at her. Or maybe she was just a pretty girl that liked her beauty being appreciated. He had run into her at the gym enough times to know that she worked hard to get the figure she had, though she definitely had certain natural advantages.

Rob realised he was still staring at her chest, her t-shirt fitting her across the bust snugly. He stared at the swells her breasts made, regretting not seeing them the previous night. They had felt nice, he remembered, though like everything else from the night before, the memory was foggy. It took him a moment to realise that she had said something.

"Sorry, what?" he asked.

Courtney laughed. "Never mind."

She picked up Winston and shifted closer to Rob, deciding he had waited long enough. Courtney put Winston on the floor and he curled up under the coffee table. She settled in against Rob, inviting him to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Courtney reached up and toyed with his hair, looking up into his eyes, twisting the strands between her fingers.

Rob looked down at her, and she waited, growing increasingly confused. Guys usually did not need much of an invitation, and she was giving him a big one right now. Deciding that Rob was either too dumb or too naïve to read her signals, Courtney made the first move. As her face approached Rob got what she wanted, he'd been worried about pressing too much too soon.

For all he knew she might have been embarrassed about the previous night and wanted to be wooed properly, albeit belatedly. It was better to be thought a dunce than a creep. Her scent came first, sweet and fresh, followed by the press of her soft lips against his. She pulled back, looking into his eyes, a playful grin curling her lips.

"Your mouth tastes like garlic," she said jokingly.

Rob kissed her again. "Yours tastes like onions," wrinkling his nose for comedic effect.

Courtney scoffed. "Like you care."

Rob laughed. "You're right, I don't at all."

Courtney laughed as he pushed her into a lying position and prostrated himself over her. Her legs spread around him and his mouth found hers. Her tongue prodded at his lips impatiently, like a hound in search of a fox, and darted into his mouth as soon as they parted. Rob's tongue slid against hers, tasting her mouth greedily as she tugged gently at his hair to pull him deeper into the kiss. Strangely, Courtney felt her nervousness fading away.

This stuff came easy to her, the physical stuff, the talking stuff was harder unless it was flirting. Courtney was afraid of embarrassing herself with Rob, but knew she would not disappoint him in this. Kissing him sober was different than when intoxicated. He was less sure of himself, almost nervous, something Courtney had not expected. As the kiss drew on he became more of an equal partner again, but lacked the dominant quality that she had found she had responded to so well the previous night.

They made out for a long time, their bodies rubbing against each other, her breasts pressing against his chest, his groin pushing into hers. Their breathing grew heated, their movements more urgent. Rob's hand went between them and beneath Courtney's shirt, letting it press against her bare stomach. When she did not protest he let it slide up his fingers brushing the cups of her bra. Courtney's hips rocked upward, her crotch pushing up against his groin as his hand slid over her breast.

Rob squeezed it through her bra, making her gasp softly against his lips. Courtney reached downward, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. Her bare stomach came into view, the taut muscles of her stomach rippling beneath her skin as she squirmed out of her top. She tossed it to the floor and pushed up on Rob's shoulders. He sat up and she straddled him, pushing him against the back of the couch.

Rob admired her bare torso, tracing the pattern of the tattoo than ran up along her flank. All too often women, particularly young ones, marred their beauty by getting a something permanently imprinted on their bodies without giving it enough thought. Courtney was not one of these young women. The tattoo was beautiful, unique in its design, beautiful in its execution. She clearly had put a great deal of thought into the pattern before getting it done, and the artist had known what they were doing.  

Courtney saw him admiring it, seeing the thoughtful look on his face.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Beautiful," he said, tracing the lines thoughtfully.

"I got it after my grandmother died last year," she explained.

Rob nodded. "I got mine when my grandfather died."

Their eyes met, they had found something in common. Courtney planted her lips on his once more. It frightened both of them how much they wanted the other. Neither had felt this kind of attraction towards someone else before, this raw, carnal hunger that drove their actions. Rob's hands slid along her torso, following the path of her tattoo, coming to the strap of her bra.

Courtney exhaled impatiently and reached behind herself, undoing her bra without breaking the seal between their lips. The snap came undone and the restrictive garment was discarded, leaving her topless and straddling him.

Rob felt her bare breasts before he saw them. Courtney grabbed his hand by the wrist and brought it up to the left swell. The weight was perfect. The flesh firm yet supple, the mounds remaining high on her chest while moulding to his grip. He weighed them in his hand. They were larger than Karen's certainly, larger than Jenna's even. He dragged his thumb along the mound, feeling the softness of the skin until he reached the stiff protrusion that was her nipple.

Courtney hummed into his mouth happily as his thumb circled the sensitive bud, and grinned against his mouth when he brought his free hand to her other breast. He cupped them, squeezing them, appraising them blindly. She felt him kneading them, and pushed her chest outward, giving him full access to her chest. Rob squeezed, distorting the shape, squeezing and tugging at the nipples. Courtney bit on his lower lip playfully and met his eyes.

"Want to see?" she asked teasingly.

Courtney eased back, taking her breasts into her own hands. She cupped them, lifting them as though offering them up as a sacrifice to some lust-filled god, then let them go. They jiggled when she did this, and she laughed at the expression on his face. They stood out from her chest proudly, the areoles a dark fleshy pink and wonderfully round. Her nipples pointed out towards him, pleading to be teased and toyed with. Courtney watched him staring at her chest, drinking in her voluptuous and elegant bosom.

"What do you think?" she asked with a grin.

"Perfect," he said honestly. "You're perfect."

Courtney blushed, surprised by his compliment. If he had said 'they're' perfect, she would not have been too surprised. But 'you're perfect', that is what he had said.

Rob surprised her again with what he did next. Instead of going for her breasts as she would have expected, he went for her mouth. She was overwhelmed the force of the kiss, and more than a little turned on by the intensity he put behind it. Courtney fought to keep up as his hands travelled once more, going over hers at her chest. She slid hers away, letting him resume his massage as he leaned into the kiss. She wanted him bad, and pressed her hand against his groin.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 04



Rob inhaled sharply as her hand traced the growing bulge in his jeans, following the outline with three fingers. Their breathing was heated, coming through their noses as their mouths molded together and their tongues embraced. Her lip-gloss was sweet in his mouth, overwhelming the taste of the pasta sauce as it mixed with their saliva. He squeezed her nipples making her breath shakily as she felt the stiffness of his cock beneath her palm, almost able to feel the pulsing of the bloated organ.

Courtney rose from Rob's lap, making him tilt his head back as she straightened without breaking the kiss. She reached down with both hands and undid the button of his jeans. Courtney drew down his fly and slid her right hand into his jeans. Rob grunted into the kiss as her fingers wrapped around his stiff shaft, holding him around his boxers. She rubbed him as he tweaked and tugged at her nipples, eventually drawing his cock out from the hole at the front of his boxers.

Rob sighed his relief as his swollen member was at last freed. Courtney took it in her hand, stroking it gently, touching it for the first time. It seemed weird that they had had sex but they had done hardly any of the preliminary stuff that usually led to it.

In the moment it had seemed like the only option, but Courtney wished it hadn't taken so long to get her hands on the impressive organ she felt throbbing in her hand. It was long, but thick as well, her fingers barely meeting around its girth.

Touching it seemed to unlock something inside of Courtney. She kissed him with more intensity and felt herself getting soaked between the thighs. He let his hands leave her breasts, sliding them around to her back and slowly letting his palms glide along her warm back. She began to stroke his shaft, drawing back the foreskin, exposing the glistening head and spreading the pre-cum that oozed from its slit along his length. His hands came to her ass, cupping the tight buns he had been admiring earlier.

Courtney missed the attention he had been paying her breasts, they felt lonely now. She straightened up more, breaking the seal of their kiss and curling her hand around the back of Rob's head. Not needing further invitation he bent forward and took one of her nipples between his lips. His mouth sealed around the areole, his tongue dragging across her stiff nipple.

"That's good, Rob," she said heatedly, drawing him against her chest as she continued stroke his shaft.

Rob squeezed her ass as he teased her nipple with his tongue. Pre-cum coated his cock now, her hand moved up his slick pole methodically, squeezing and altering the pace, making him moan around her nipple.

"God, it's fucking big," she told him heatedly. "No wonder it felt like you were rearranging my insides. Karen's so tight, how'd it even fit?"

That threw Rob a bit, she knew. She knew about him and Karen, but apparently was okay with it. He realised then that what he had had with Karen really had been a one-time thing. From what he had seen of their interactions together, the two girls seemed very close. He could not imagine Courtney sleeping with a guy her friend had her heart set on. Karen must have been convincing enough for Courtney to not feel guilty about this, which meant she really had no interest in being with him again.

That had been eating at him a little all day, he had felt guilty. Like he had jumped from one girl to the other, but now he knew he had no need to feel guilty. He attacked Courtney's breast with knew gusto and squeezed her ass just a little tighter, feeling the firm buttocks resist the distortion of their sublime shape. Courtney stroked his cock rapidly, her tight fist bringing Rob to a dangerous place.

"I need you," Courtney said huskily. "Now."

Rob pulled away from her chest, her nipple sliding out from between his lips. Something suddenly occurred to him.

"I don't have a condom," he said.

Courtney groaned unhappily, her exasperation and disappointment making Rob laugh.

"Sorry," he said, "I only had the one."

"Idiot," she said miserably, joining him in his laughter. "Getting me all worked up and leaving me hanging. Such a fucking tease, Kavanagh."

Courtney beat her fists against his shoulders playfully, pretending to sob like a petulant child.

"I can go get some," he said.

"Oh, we're going to go get some. But first, we have to take care of this," she said, squeezing his rigid cock.

She drew back his foreskin and circled her thumb around the head, making Rob gasp.

"It would be difficult to put that away, wouldn't it?" she asked him. "Be a little painful I'd bet," she kissed his neck as she crawled down his body. "All swollen and begging to be touched."

She got down on her knees in front of the couch, pursing her lips and blowing a jet of air against the helm of his turgid organ.

"Courtney," Rob breathed, his cock twitching as she blew another teasing stream of air.

"What should I do Rob?" she asked, stroking him up and down, her fist running along the full length of his shaft slowly.

"Please," he moaned.

"He looks so sad. Maybe he'd like a kiss. Do you think that would that make him feel better, Rob?" Courtney asked wickedly.

"Fuck," Rob groaned as her hand continued to move steadily along his shaft. "Yes, he'd like that very much."

Courtney giggled. "Alright," she said.

She leaned forward, pursing her lips and pressing against the drooling slit of his cock. Rob sighed at the contact, which she broke far too soon. Pre-cum and saliva glistened salaciously on her lips as she grinned up at him.

"He still seems upset, maybe another kiss?" she suggested, a devilish smile drawing back her gleaming lips and exposing her straight white teeth.

"Try it," Rob sighed. "More tongue though, I'd bet he'd like that," he replied.

Courtney laughed. "Yes, I'm sure he would."

She leaned forward again, her lips pursing once more as she came to the dribbling helm, they spread around it, drawing him partially into her mouth. Courtney swiped her tongue along the slit, and flicked it against the frenulum. Rob sighed pleasurably as Courtney got to first base with his cock, her fist running along his length methodically. She looked up at him with her dark brown eyes, her mouth curling at the corners as she grinned around his cockhead.

Courtney's long dark hair was still drawn back in the ponytail she'd set it in for cleaning, giving him an unobstructed view of her face as she teased the helm of his manhood. She pulled away and grabbed his jeans and boxers, drawing them both down to around his ankles before coming forward once again. Courtney planted another wet kiss on the head, her lips shiny with her saliva and his pre-cum. Rob felt her cup his balls, massaging them as she drew him into her mouth.

Her lips stretched around the shaft, enveloping him in the warm wetness of her oral cavity. She massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue as she worked it into her mouth. Courtney's eyes turned upward as she began to bob her head, her fist continuing its steady pumping action. She squeezed his balls, rolling them in her hand, feeling the weight of them as she drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her saliva spread over his shaft, and the wet sounds of her lips gliding up and down his smooth shaft drifted up to Rob.

Courtney's eyes closed as she attempted to draw more of him into her mouth, steadily bobbing her head, her saliva and his pre-cum dribbling between her lips down to her chin. She wiped it away with her stroking hand, keeping her lips sealed around his shaft. Courtney moved along his shaft aggressively, no longer teasing, forcing Rob towards the edge. The wet slurping sounds of her swallowing down her excess saliva and his steady stream of pre-cum sent shivers of excitement through his spine.

Courtney edged around her gag reflex, pulling back as she hit it at the bottom of every stroke. There was so much shaft to get into her mouth, even when she'd drawn him to her gag reflex her fist still had more than enough room to hold him at the base. Rob saw her bracing herself, and she lunged forward. She gagged, his girth stretching her throat as she struggled to swallow him down. Her hand flattened against his body, and Courtney strained her self-control to get his entire length down.

She pulled back, breathing deeply through her nose before pushing forward again, his cock sliding home inside her throat once more. Courtney held it there, her throat muscles flexing around his shaft, her saliva dribbling down to his balls. She spread it along his sack with the hand she'd been massaging them with, and her eyes turned upward. Her face grew flushed from lack of oxygen, her eyes watering as she fought her gag reflex.

Courtney drew back once more, breathing deeply through her nose before going forward once more. She repeated the process, gradually increasing her range of motion before reintroducing her hand into the mix. As Rob approached the end she was growing confident, drawing back until just the tip of his cock was between her lips and then sliding all the way back down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She seemed to find a rhythm, and even turned her head as she bobbed up and down, rubbing her tongue along his shaft at different angles.

Her eyes turned back upward, asking him to cum. Rob was straining to hold back, the sensation of her mouth on his rigid shaft was incredible. At her invitation he relaxed that control. She bobbed along his shaft rapidly, urging him to cum, fisting his shaft as her lips glided along his slippery pole. Rob moaned and gripped the cushion his was sitting on tightly.

"Courtney," he managed to get out in warning.

She retreated, feeling his balls retract against his body as his cock twitched. Courtney sealed her lips around the helm, humming triumphantly as the first rope of his cum impacted the roof of her mouth. The second followed suit and she swallowed them down without hesitation. His cum flowed from his cockhead, her pumping fist drawing out more and mouth into her hot mouth while Rob shut his eyes and loosed his seed into her waiting cavity.

Courtney gulped it all down greedily, massaging his sensitive helm with her tongue while he continued to feed her a steady stream his semen. The twitching of his shaft grew less intense, but she milked a few more dregs out from his wilting shaft before the flow ebbed. His once turgid organ softened, growing flaccid between her lips as she swiped her tongue around it, cleaning the remaining semen from it before letting his softened cock slide out from between her lips.

Rob lay back tiredly against the couch, breathing heavily from his climax. Courtney gave his now flaccid cock a parting kiss before drawing herself back over him.

"I'm going to clean up," she whispered into his ear sexily. "Then we're going to go get those condoms so you can return the favor."

Before Rob could respond Courtney pulled away and grabbed her shirt and bra. She strode up the stairs, not bothering to put them back on. Winston saw his master leaving from his spot beneath the coffee table and trotted off to follow her. Rob took a moment to recover before pulling his jeans back up and fastening the fly. He went upstairs and heard Courtney moving around up in her bedroom, upon checking the time he found it wasn't very late, only eight-thirty.

Rob waited for a few minutes before Courtney came back downstairs. She'd kept her hair in a ponytail but had changed into a pair of jeans and thrown a sweater over her t-shirt. They grabbed their jackets and headed out.

"Nice truck," she complimented.

Rob shrugged. "It's my parents'; they let me drive it during the winter so long as I pay for gas."

"That's cool of them," she replied.

"Yeah," he said.

She turned on the radio, it was tuned to the news which Courtney promptly switched away from, turning the knob until she found a rock station and left it there. Rob usually didn't like people touching things while he drove but made an exception for Courtney. She sang along to the music and encouraged him to sing too, he just grinned and told her he couldn't sing. Courtney didn't let that discourage her, and managed to get him to sing a few verses of Pink Floyd's, Another Brick in The Wall.

Courtney laughed as Rob sang way out of key, making him laugh too. The song kept playing as they arrived at the closest drugstore. They entered the store together but diverged.

"You get your stuff. I need to pick up a few things," Courtney said. "Meet me back at truck?" she suggested.

"Sure," Rob replied.

Maybe she didn't want to walk out with him as he was buying condoms. He could see how that could be awkward for her if she knew the people that worked there. He went to the aisle with the contraceptives and sexual lubricants, picking out a box of Trojan's, and decided to buy some basic toiletries so he wouldn't look too horrible when he eventually returned home. He went through the cash, the bored cashier scanning his items through without apparently noticing him. Rob paid and returned to his truck, checking his phone, sipping from the slushy he'd bought for himself.

He had a message from Jenna. She was disappointed that she'd missed him at the New Year's party he'd bailed on to go to Courtney's. Rob sent her a reply, apologizing again for changing his plans so close to the date. He didn't want her to think he was avoiding her, he wasn't. It was just a better option had come up. That plan hadn't panned out, though fortunately fate (or Karen) seemed to be on his side, and he was having one of the best times of his life.

Courtney wasn't what Rob had expected. She was smart, maybe not in an academic way, but she definitely had a sharp wit. She was funny too; she'd had him laughing all day. More importantly she had Karen's endorsement, someone who he respected and liked a great deal. He really liked Karen, enough to want to date her. If that girl was trying to set him up with Courtney, he was inclined to trust her opinion.

Courtney arrived at the passenger door, purchases in hand. She knocked on the window, snapping Rob out of his reverie. He unlocked the door and she hopped in.

"What'd you get?" he asked, taking another sip of his drink.

"Snacks, drinks, tampons, and anal lube," Courtney replied.

The drink Rob had just swallowed went down the wrong pipe, making him cough and choke terribly while Courtney laughed.

"I was joking," she said.

Rob laughed, still coughing.

"Yeah," he said between coughs. "I got that."

"Yeah, I have plenty of tampons at home already," she said with a grin.

Rob rolled his eyes. Courtney spotted his slushy.

"Can I have some?" she asked.

"Sure, I don't think it's safe for me to drink around you," he replied, putting the truck into drive.

Courtney took a sip of the drink before replying.

"Yeah, we figured that out last night. You get into all sorts of trouble. Really grope-y to be honest," she said.

Rob blushed. "That's not... I mean..."

Courtney grinned at him wickedly around the straw as she took another sip.

"You're terrible, you know that?" he said.

"I am the evil one," Courtney replied.

"What?" he asked.

Courtney laughed. "Never mind. Home Jeeve's, and step on it."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, accelerating hard out onto the road.

The truck fishtailed on the slick pavement, making Courtney give a whoop of fear and then laugh as he recovered.

"Maybe don't step on it that hard," she said.

They both laughed and Rob slowed down, arriving back at her house quickly enough. Winston attacked the two of them as they came through the door, insisting on a belly rub before letting them go off to do what they really wanted. They went upstairs, Courtney led him into her room. She shut the door behind her, keeping a displeased Winston outside the room. She'd made the bed and cleared away some of the clothing she'd had littered on the floor. He watched her walk over to her stereo and scroll through the tracks on her iPod before selecting something and setting the device into the dock.

Music came on, 'Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, / Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove'. Courtney grinned at him and pushed him back towards the bed. She unzipped her sweater, swaying slightly to the beat. The music was low enough that it blended into the background, and Rob watched as she undressed for him. The bedside lamp served as the only light, its warm glow illuminating her. She let her sweater fell to the floor behind her, leaving her in her t-shirt.

Courtney moved her hips sensually, her eyes staring into his as she performed a solo version of the dance they'd shared the previous night. She discarded the top next, leaving her in just her bra from the waist up, the garment clutching her heavy bosom possessively as she continued to twist and sway before him. She ran her hand along her body, the movement drawing his eye. His gaze followed its trail along her taut abdomen, and watched her fingers dip beneath the waistband of her jeans for just a moment.

Courtney grinned, bringing the fingers of her hand to her mouth, and sucked on them teasingly as she turned away. Her hips continued to move her hips back and forth to the music. She reached upward, drawing away the elastic that was holding back her hair. It flowed down her back, the color a rich brown, reaching to the middle of her back. She ran her hands through it, combing the soft locks with her fingers, before reaching in front of herself. She undid the button of her jeans and pulled them down her legs, revealing the bikini style panties she was wearing.

They were more conservative that the ones she'd worn the previous night, but Rob's eyes were glued to her callipygian form as she swayed sensually in front of him. She turned her head, grinning at him from over her shoulder. Courtney bent down at the waist under the pretext of removing her socks but also giving Rob an invitation to stare. Her long toned legs were held straight, her calves taut as she slipped her socks from her pretty feet, leaving her in just her panties and bra.

She straightened up, swooping aside her hair with the back of her hand as she turned. Courtney approached the bed, standing in front of where Rob was sitting. She pushed back against his shoulder, making him lay on his back as she crawled over him. The music continued to play in the background, the track had switched, 'It's been a long time since I rock- and-rolled'; again Courtney smiled at him. She undid the buttons of his shirt methodically, and slid it over his shoulders before undoing the button and his zipper, hauling down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion.

"Hey," Rob protested playfully. "No fair, you should be naked too."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Alright," she said indulgently.

Rob watched as she reached behind herself, undoing the strap of her bra and freeing her breasts. The sight of them made his semi-erect cock bob appreciatively, a motion that was not missed by Courtney. She prostrated herself over him, bringing her mouth to his. He buried his hand in her unbound hair, letting his fingers tangle with the soft strands of her chocolate locks. Rob pulled her into the kiss, tasting her mouth, attacking her tongue with his. He cupped her breasts, one in either hand, the weight settling in his palms.

Rob rolled Courtney and him over, their lips never parting as he settled between her legs. He brought his lips to her neck, kissing the soft skin of her throat and down the line of her collar bone. Rob slid a hand down her stomach, brushing against the waistband of her panties. His lips pressed against the hollow of her neck before he kissed lower, his hand slipping into her panties. Courtney squirmed beneath him as his fingers ran across her bare mound and his hand travelled further into her panties.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 04



His mouth pressed against her sternum, his face entering the valley between her breasts. Rob's fingers brushed against Courtney's slit, finding her already wet. Courtney's legs spread wider, giving him easier access to what lay between them. He tasted the flesh between her breasts, leaving wet kisses there before bringing his mouth to her nipple. Courtney sighed happily as Rob drew his finger along her glistening lips, teasing her sensitive labia as he teased her stiff nipple with his tongue.

Rob set a slow pace, wanting to savor rather than devour. He'd been so hurried with Karen, and then again with Courtney the previous night, that now he just wanted to take his time. One of his favorite things to do to Jenna had been to make her delirious with pleasure before he'd even started to make love to her. He was doing that to Courtney now, his tongue slowly circling her nipple like a predatory bird, his fingers massaging the lips of her pussy but not penetrating and carefully avoiding the clit.

His hand squeezed and massaged her other breast, the firm swell molding to his grip perfectly as he splayed his fingers over it. Courtney couldn't help but squirm beneath him, the music serving as a backdrop to her sensual horizontal dance. Rob felt the vibrations of her soft moans through her chest, and his fingers became slick with her juices. His cock was growing stiff from her pleasurable utterances and lust filled writhing, hardening in preparation to penetrate the pussy he was so methodically prepping.

Courtney gripped the sheet beneath her tightly with one hand, and closed the other around his hair. Rob's fingers pressed against the inner folds of her pussy, teasing around her opening. Courtney wasn't used to guys being like this. She'd had good sex before, but she wasn't used to being played with in this manner. Rob had her ready to cum and he hadn't even put his cock inside her yet. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, twisting them hard enough to excite but not enough to hurt.

The longer Rob did this, the longer he touched and prodded, the better he became at manipulating her body. With every gasp and twist, Courtney was teaching him what she liked and he caught on with prodigious speed. She liked to be surprised, like when he'd rolled her nipples between his fingers, so he decided to do something else unexpected. He'd been circling her entrance with his fingers for a long time now, occasionally dipping inside a quarter of an inch to collect some nectar to spread across her vulva. Now he decided to go a lot further.

Courtney gasped when what she thought was the next of these little excursions Rob slid two of his long fingers into her, penetrating her as far as he could with two squirming digits. The suddenness of the intrusion and the depth of the penetration made Courtney groan, and a shudder when through her body as she nearly hit a climax. He felt her pussy squeezing at his fingers but she didn't go off, and he held them still until she'd come back from the brink.

Jenna had taught him that being near that place of climax was almost as good as having the orgasm itself, only it lasted longer. By keeping Courtney at the brink, he was not only learning what parts of her were most sensitive, he was building up the pressure inside of her, and making her want to cum for him. Those two things would increase her pleasure and lower her inhibitions, allowing her to achieve a truly exquisite level of bliss.

Rob brought his mouth away from her breast and kiss her mouth once more as he began to saw his fingers in and out of her drooling pussy. Courtney was becoming overwhelmed, she gripped his wrist with one hand, squeezing it tight as he worked the slippery digits in and out of her hot sex. His lips were on hers but she struggled to find the concentration required to kiss him properly. Rob decided to get his revenge for the teasing she'd put him through earlier.

"Are you going to cum Courtney?" he asked her.

Courtney moaned, he'd found her G-spot and was working his fingers against it. He adjusted his hand so that he was applying pressure to her clit as well.

"Say it," he told her.

Courtney shuddered excitedly. "Yes."

"You're going to cum around my fingers?" Rob asked her.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice getting higher, her need for it bleeding into her voice.

Courtney's juices flowed down his knuckles, soaking her panties. Her hips pushed upward, working her pussy against his hand. Rob kissed her neck, and nibbled at her ear lobe. Courtney's breath came in sharp, she was about to cum, she was ready for it. Her heart pounded, a cry built up in her chest... and then Rob stopped. Courtney practically growled in exasperation and pushed up against his hand in an effort to get off. He held her down with his free arm, stopping her from getting off just as she was on the precipice.

"Rob," she whined desperately.

"I think she's sad," Rob said teasingly. "She's weeping into my hand, your panties are getting soaked with her tears."

"Please," Courtney gasped, still trying to get fuck his hand herself. It was no use, he was too strong and he had her pinned down.

"Maybe she'd like a kiss, would that cheer her up?" Rob whispered into Courtney's ear.

Courtney shuddered and breathed shakily, a tremor working through her body as she was impacted by a small orgasm. Rob felt her pussy squeeze around his fingers, and knew that she'd gone off. It wasn't loud, in fact Courtney was silent through it, but it shook her deeply. As her orgasm rippled through her Rob began to move his fingers again, extending the small climax into a long and gentle rumbling that went through her entire body and left Courtney breathless.

"God, you're fucking disturbed," Courtney said, laughing shakily.

Rob grinned down at her sheepishly. "You liked it though, didn't you?"

Courtney laughed. "Yeah. God, that was intense."

Rob kissed her lips. "You liked being teased?"

"I'm not really used to it," Courtney told him, she was still a little light-headed from her climax.

She couldn't believe that she'd gotten off when he hadn't even been moving; his fingers had been dormant inside her. It wasn't just the words that had done it, it was being held down, it was the knowledge that in that moment Rob had had all the power. Rob kissed her again, his fingers remaining inside her while she recovered. Their mouths melded, and she kissed him hungrily, shakily, needily. She needed more of him, she wanted him to fuck her then, not make love, fuck. Hard, fast, unyielding. The kind of sex that would make them sweat and devolve them to little more than rutting animals.

Rob responded to this desire by once again surprising her. He kissed her tenderly while she tried to devour him, meeting her wanton passion with controlled affection. It was frustrating, it was exciting. Courtney didn't know what to do, and found herself letting Rob lead, something she hadn't let any of her partners do since Keith. She relinquished control to him, acknowledging that she would get more pleasure that way. She returned his gentle kiss, letting herself grow comfortable with his hands running along her side affectionately.

Rob kissed along her jaw, and down her throat. Courtney felt his weight shifting and he pulled away, drawing himself down her body. He held her by the waist and kissed her stomach. Courtney began to squirm again as she realised what he was going to do. The scent of her excitement filled the air around them, the source of the musky scent drawing Rob further down her body. His lips kissed her stomach as he descended, slowly drawing her panties over her hips and down her thighs. Her toned abdominals straining against his grip as she writhed beneath him in excitement.

His tongue snaked into her belly button, the little cavity teased by his probing organ before he kissed her lower abdomen in a spot that made Courtney gasp. Finally his lips pressed against the smooth skin of Courtney's carefully shaved pubic mound. Her panties were around her knees, and she lifted her legs as he drew them over her calves and her pointed feet, leaving her entirely exposed. He gripped her by the ankles, and slowly ran his hands down her legs, the soft skin of her calves gliding beneath his palms.

Rob grabbed her from behind the knees and spread her legs further apart, granting him easy access to her gleaming center. She had a pretty pussy, full lips, and a straight pink line with a matching little nubbin at the top. Courtney felt his breath on her, the heady aroma of her arousal consuming him. He let his hands to continue sliding down her legs, squeezing her thighs and going beneath her with one hand as he settled on his stomach in front of her.

Courtney expected him to start right away, but first he explored what lay between her legs. He spread her lips apart and massaged the pink that lay within. The hand beneath Courtney cupped her left buttock, the firm muscle resisting the distortion of its shape as he took a handful and squeezed. Rob kissed her stomach and thighs alternately, making her breathing deepen and release the tension she'd been holding as she'd been trying to anticipate when he'd zero in on her.

Rob's mouth pressed against her inner thigh, slowly coming in towards her vulva. His lips parted and his tongue snaked out, gliding along the outer edges of her lips. He got his first taste of her, the sweet tanginess of her pussy entered his mouth and spurred him onward. Courtney's eyes were closed when Rob looked up at her, her mouth was agape and her chest rising and falling in time with her deep breaths. He spread her labia, exposing her inner lips.

He brought his mouth to them, kissing them teasingly, making her moan openly. Courtney's hands came to the back of his head as his tongue began to work, sliding along her glistening labia, circling her clit while consciously avoiding it. He focused on the clitoral hood, avoiding direct contact with her clit. Rob wasn't sure what Courtney liked, so he used the moves he'd discovered with Jenna. The alphabet trick was a basic one, but effective in finding what made Courtney's toes curl.

He made wide motions, covering the whole area before focusing on specific points of interest. Courtney was writhing on the bed, and he brought his hand out from under her to keep her still as he at last centered in on her clitoris.

"Oh fuck," Courtney moaned as his tongue made contact with that sensitive bud.

Rob manipulated it with his flexible organ, his eyes going back up to face. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes shut tight as she breathed heatedly. Gentle gasps escaped her when he did something particularly pleasurable, becoming more frequent as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it wickedly. The combination of suction and the pressure of his tongue had Courtney hauling him against her pussy with her hold on his hair.

A ripple of pleasure went through Courtney when Rob closed his mouth and hummed against her clitoris. He held her thigh tight, spreading her with one hand while he kept her squirming to a minimum with the other. His tongue continued to work her clit, and the nectar of her arousal flowed from her freely. Rob let go of her thigh and collected some of those juices with his fingers, pressing two against her entrance. He slid them inside with ease and worked to find her G-spot.

Courtney hit her second climax when he did, her hands balling into fists around his hair as she yanked his head into her crotch and came powerfully. This was nothing like the orgasm he'd given her with his fingers, this one was loud. She cried out lustfully and bucked up against his mouth. The lower half of his face was smeared with her juices as her thighs closed around him and smothered him with her convulsing pussy.

Her channel clutched at his fingers possessively, squeezing around him as she shook and trembled, an explosion of pleasure coursing through her veins. The muscles of Courtney's thighs relaxed around Rob's head and he withdrew, inhaling deeply. His hair was mussed and his face was gleaming with her juices. He watched as Courtney's eyes fluttered open, and he returned her smile when their eyes made contact.

"That was a bit more than a kiss," she said with a grin.

Rob grinned back. "She wouldn't stop crying."

Courtney laughed and he wiped his face off with the end of the bed sheet before climbing up over her. Their lips pressed together and their tongues entwined. They made out happily for a few minutes, with Rob massaging circles along her hair line with his fingers from her temples to the nape of her neck. The motions maintained her excitement while giving her a moment to recover. Rob pulled away and retrieved the box of condoms from the bag that he'd left on the floor near the door.

Courtney watched as he walked, admiring his naked body as he knelt in front of the bag. His masculine form powerfully built, moved gracefully as he walked to the bed once more. He sat on his heels as he ripped open the box and pulled out the packet containing the condom. Courtney lay on her back waiting, one hand behind her head, the other between her legs, gently sliding her fingers along her sensitive pussy lips. Rob placed the box on the nightstand and palmed the condom, leaning forward to kiss her again.

Courtney's hand went to the back of his head and his joined hers between her legs. She pulled hers away, letting him take over the massaging. Her free hand found his swaying cock, and she began to stroke the semi-erect organ to full mast. They hummed hungrily into each other's mouths, Rob's free hand running through Courtney's soft hair. He grew stiff in her grasp, and it was time to begin.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

There was some nervousness in his tone, he'd done so well so far that he was worried that he wouldn't be able to live up to the buildup. Courtney grinned and nodded, grabbing the packet from his hand. She ripped it open and reached down, taking hold of his now rigid cock and sliding the latex sheath over it. She smoothed it over the shaft and stroked him gently a few times before he took hold of it himself. Courtney looked up into his face as he settled into position, her heart racing with excitement.

Rob aimed his cockhead at her entrance and leaned forward. Courtney gasped as he passed through her opening, the lubrication from the condom and her channel so wet that he slid in with ease. Her body stretched around his swollen organ, enveloping him in her incredible warmth. Rob watched Courtney's expression change as he entered her, her mouth opening, her brow tightening, a look of deep pleasure and satisfaction matching his own as he at last penetrated her.

He settled inside of her, bottoming out just as Courtney was worried he was going to hit the back of her vaginal canal. Rob kissed her, his mouth hungrily fusing over hers as he held his turgid member inside her. Courtney shifted beneath him, adjusting the positioning of her legs so that she was more comfortable. Rob brought a hand to the left side of her face and another to her right hip, kissing her deeply as he began to rock his hips.

Rob ground against her, his thick member stirring her insides, the ridges of his shaft felt even through the condom. They were rejoined, the union they'd sought to restore all day coming to fruition at last. He began to thrust into her, drawing his hips back and then pushing them forward once more. His cock felt bigger today, without the effects of alcohol and marijuana clouding her mind Courtney felt more aware of how much he was stretching her.

Rob lifted himself up on his forearms, kissing her neck as he worked his hips into her. Courtney wrapped her arms around him, holding him as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Her breathing grew more intense as he continued to fuck her, gearing up to give her the sort of carnal release she'd sought earlier. His breath tickled her ear as he exhaled, the masculine smell of his sweat growing more intense as he put more force behind every motion.

His strokes became long and deep, and Courtney began to moan her encouragement to Rob. Her legs wrapped around him, her ankles linking behind him as he worked his cock in and out of her wet cunt. Rob kissed her neck and thrust harder, only using a portion of his strength. His bulk impacted her body with a wet smack with every stroke, the noise joining the involuntary moans of the two lovers. Rob took hold of Courtney's hands, linking his fingers with them as she held them above her head.

They kissed and Rob began to fuck her hard. Their mouths parted as he drove into her, the bed creaking beneath them and Courtney's exclamations of pleasure becoming more frequent. He kept working his cock into her, sliding in and out of her hot sex, bracing himself over her. Rob wasn't sure how hard Courtney wanted him to take her, but her body readily accepted the pace he was currently setting so he felt comfortable turning it up another notch.

Courtney felt his hands shift and go over her wrists as he rose up, his arms straightening as he began to lunge into her.

"Oh God, Rob," she moaned as the bed's protestations grew louder.

Courtney looked down, watching his impossibly thick organ sliding in and out of her pussy, her breathing growing more laboured as he began to ram into her. She cried out as he drove himself into her even harder, long, deep, powerful strokes that made Courtney's legs tighten around him. She spurred him on with her words, begging him not to let up.

"Come on," she growled at him. "Fuck me hard!"

He did as she said, tearing into her manically, the headboard banging against the wall as he rammed his shaft in and out of her. Courtney's breasts wobbled from the force of the impact between their bodies, yet still she knew he had more in him, she knew that he still held something back from her. She goaded him, urged him to give that last inch to her, but she was already too close, she was already being overwhelmed. Rob fucked her, hard like she wanted, but not as hard as he could.

It was that knowledge, that knowledge that there was more when there was already so much, the anticipation of eventually feeling what that was, made Courtney seize up beneath him and cry out raggedly. Her orgasm consumed her, her face contorting into an expression of agonized bliss as she tightened her legs around him and gushed around his cock. Her juices slid down along her perineum and onto the bed sheets, joining the sweat and nectar that had preceded it.

Courtney twisted beneath him, her pussy squeezing his cock, forcing Rob dangerously close to the edge. Her blow job earlier was affording him stamina, but it still took a great deal of self-control to hold back. His heart hammered and sweat beaded on his brow as he fought with his body, Courtney's doing everything to coax his load from him. The noises she made, the scent of her, the way she writhed and shuddered on top of the mattress, all of it making his body scream with the need to let loose.

Her climax ended and so mercifully did the screaming. Rob breathed heavily, holding his dangerously twitching shaft inside of her. Courtney slid her wrists out from his grasp and pulled him into a shaky kiss, greedily tasting his mouth while her body continued to be hit by little aftershocks. A new energy awakened within her, and she pushed on his shoulders to make him roll over. Courtney grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head, kissing him as she began to move her hips.

"I want you to cum," she breathed into his ear huskily.

"Are you tired?" he asked her.

Courtney laughed. "Not even close."

"Good, because I'm just getting started," Rob told her.

Courtney grinned and began to ride him, pushing back against his erect shaft as she nibbled on his lower lip playfully. She straightened her back, riding him in long, sensual motions. Rob held onto her hips and watched as her breasts bounced, her form gleaming with sweat as she determinedly worked her body above his. She held onto his hands at her waist, circling her hips at the bottom of every stroke. Courtney worked her internal muscles in ways Rob had never imagined possible.




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She squeezed him as she ascended on his shaft, and relaxed those same muscles on the descent. Courtney did this seemingly without effort, her entire body trying to draw out the load that waited for her deep within his balls. Rob reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts, worried she'd smack herself in the face as she fucked him more aggressively, impaling herself on his rigid pole, bouncing on it tirelessly. She was determined to make him cum, to fuck him until he gave up his load, to overwhelm him in the same way he overwhelmed her.

Courtney drew herself upward, letting his shaft exit her body as she pivoted to face away from him, then grabbed his shaft and sank down on it once more. Rob watched as she rode him in reverse cowgirl, her hair swaying, her back shining with perspiration, a line of it going down to above the crack of her ass. Her buttocks clenched as she rose, her legs tightening to lift her and then relaxing to let gravity carry her back down. By changing the position Courtney had increased her G-spot stimulation, and actually helped Rob last longer.

Courtney braced her hands on his thighs, her hands gripping him tight as she realised she was going to cum first. Rob sensed it too, and grabbed her waist, meeting her thrusts with ones of his own. She'd been doing all the work for the better part of ten minutes, giving Rob a chance to regain his strength. Her body felt exceptional, the way it moved was incredible, and the way it tensed up as her third climax hit her was sensational.

Courtney's nails dug into the flesh of his thighs as she came on his cock for the second time that night, nearly falling forward as her arms almost gave out beneath her. She remained upright however, until Rob pushed up from behind her. Courtney felt herself being pushed forward, and fell into all fours as Rob remained lodged inside her. Rob had finally let go, Courtney was still dizzy from her previous orgasm as he began to hammer his hips into her.

"Ahhnn!" Courtney moaned as the sudden onslaught caused her last climax to bleed into another.

Rob fucked her through that climax, ramming into her from behind, her breasts swaying pendulously as he tore into her with all of his strength. Courtney's climax peaked again, and again, soon she wasn't sure what if it was one orgasm or multiple. Her head was dizzy and her arms gave up beneath her. She slumped down into a sweaty heap on the mattress while Rob continued to fuck her, his balls slapping against her loudly at the bottom of every stroke.

This was Rob at his most carnal, at his most wild. It was overwhelming, it was frightening, and Courtney loved every delirious moment of it. She'd broken him, unlocked this part of him she knew he'd been trying to restrain. Courtney clawed at the bed sheets and braced herself against the onslaught of his thrusts, crying out loudly until he groaned deep and began to cum. It felt like a pressure release valve had been opened, and the tension in Rob's balls had hit a critical level and was now being expelled.

Courtney felt his manhood swell inside her, and felt his hands tighten around her waist. Rob came hard, with his cock rammed deep inside Courtney his cum surged from his body. He lowered himself on top of her, jerking into her from behind powerfully, his balls draining into the condom. His throbbing organ twitched inside of her for a long time, his sweaty chest pressing against her sweaty back as they lay together and his cock continued to pour his seed.

Rob slid his hands over the back of Courtney's, a few final pulses of his bloated manhood signalling the end of his climax. He kissed the nape of her neck breathlessly, an intensely intimate gesture done without thought before he slid out from her at last and rolled over on to his back. Courtney breathed heavily, her body glistening with sweat and her pussy shiny with her cum and the condoms lubricant. Rob tiredly trapped his cum inside the condom as he pulled it off his wilting cock, tying off the end before throwing it into the wastebasket near the bed.

He lay on his side, facing Courtney who lay on her stomach. Rob ran his hand along her back, her skin very warm. She looked exhausted, but smiled at him, her face framed by her dark hair, strands of it sticking to her sweaty forehead. Rob's face was sweaty as well, perspiration pulling down his bangs. His hand went to the back of her neck and massaged her shoulder as she recovered from the number of orgasms she'd just had. Courtney eventually turned on her side, and let Rob spoon with her from behind.

They stayed like that for a while, resting, recuperating. Rob ran his hands along her body, holding her in his arms, and Courtney thought she might fall asleep she became so relaxed. He kissed the back of her neck and combed her hair with his fingers, his naked cock pressing against her ass. She felt it stirring once more, but Rob pulled away.

"What time is it?" he asked.

Courtney glanced over at the clock in front of her.

"Nearly eleven," she said.

"I should go get cleaned up and head out," he said, though his tone made his displeasure at the idea clear.

Courtney reached around, her hand closing around his semi-erect member.

"But you're getting hard again," she said. "Don't want to waste that."

"Hmm..." Rob moaned happily as she stroked him gently, "I really do need to get home. My parents are already going to be mad about how long I've been out."

Courtney let go of his cock and rolled over, taking it back into her hand.

"Why don't we do both?" she suggested. "Clean up and take care of this."

She squeezed his now mostly erect manhood to make her point clear.

Rob grinned at her. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"I've been told I'm perfect," she said, grinning at him.

Rob laughed. "You liked that did you?"

Courtney kissed him in response, her tongue circling his before pulling back. They left the bedroom for the shower, Winston chasing them excitedly down the hallway before once again being left behind a closed door. Courtney started the shower, adjusting the temperature knobs and letting the water flow until the temperature was right. She stepped through the sliding door first, followed by Rob. He watched her step beneath the hot stream, her head tilting upward and the water spraying her directly in the face.

It streamed down along the curvature of her chin, down her neck and between her breasts. Courtney soaked her hair through before stepping aside and letting Rob soak his hair as well. She stepped forward and against him, rubbing her breasts against him as she drew herself upward and kissed him once more. His hand went around to the back of her head, her wet hair clinging to his hand as he kissed her hungrily. He pushed her back against the tiled wall and her head tilted back as their kiss continued.

"Wash my hair," Courtney said breathlessly.

"What?" Rob asked dumbly, caught up in the moment.

She looked at him. "I want you to wash my hair," she said, pointing to the bottle of shampoo on the shelf.

"Oh, right," he said.

Rob squeezed out a glob of shampoo into his hand and Courtney turned away from him. He approached her from behind and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. Courtney was slightly uncomfortable with the level of intimacy, she wasn't used to sharing this type of thing with anyone, let alone someone she'd only just started sleeping with. But as Rob's fingers pressed against her scalp gently, she felt that anxiousness flow way and the tension recede.

Rob rinsed out her tresses carefully, and made Courtney excited with playful kisses against her shoulder. Without asking he knew what to do next, he grabbed her body wash and began to suds her up from head to toe. He started with her back, rubbing the soap all over her shoulders and down her back, her waist and eventually her ass. Courtney bent forward slightly, her palms pressing against the tile as Rob knelt down behind her and soaped up her buttocks.

He took a long time there, watching the suds sluice along the curvature of the tight buns and along the backs of her thighs. Rob pried the firm buns apart and soaped up the crack of her ass, making Courtney squirm as he teased her anus with his thumb. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this, or that he had the nerve to. After cleaning her ass he moved on to her legs, massaging her calves and her thighs , feeling the firm muscles under his hands as he squeezed and kneaded the slippery limbs.

Courtney felt him straighten behind her, his stiff cock brushing against the back of her left thigh and buttock. He squeezed out more body wash and brought his hands to her stomach. He made circles, feeling the firmness of her abdominal muscles as he cleaned the sweat from her body. Courtney bit her lip as he came around to her flank, running his hands upward to her armpits, making her giggle from ticklishness as he soaped them up and then went around to her breasts.

Rob found her nipples stiff, and paid her bosom a great deal of attention. He squeezed them, weighed them, memorized how they looked as he peered over her shoulder. One hand slid down trailing along her stomach, and to her pubic mound. Her head tilted back, a slight moan escaping her as his fingers brushed against her clit. He made circular motions, cleaning her while pleasuring her. He squeezed her breast, tweaking the rock hard nipple.

Rob pushed forward against Courtney, forcing her against the wall as he grabbed her right leg and lifted it from behind the knee. Her breasts pressed against the cold tile and Courtney felt his fingers slide up into her pussy. Rob's chest pressed against her back, expanding and contracting as he breathed against her. He fingered her hard, making her gasp as he penetrated her deep with two fingers. Wet squelching sounds filled the shower stall as he opened her wide and worked his digits in and out of her wet cunt.

Courtney's moans echoed against the tile, and her breasts squashed against the wall as Rob leaned more of his weight on her and lifted her leg higher. He drove his fingers into her, curling them towards his palm so he found her G-spot. His cock pressed against her ass, hard and warm, poking into her as he fingered her. Courtney wished for a moment that he'd just forget the condom in a moment of passion and shove it into her. But instead he pulled his fingers out and spun her around so that she was facing him.

Rob descended down her chest, tasting the freshly washed skin before drawing a nipple into her mouth, holding her full breasts in his hands. Courtney moaned, her hands pressing against his wet hair, pushing him downward. He went lower, again kissing her stomach and making her gasp by slipping his tongue into her navel teasingly. Courtney pushed him downward, further and further. Rob was down on his knees and tilted his head upward before he grabbed her from behind the right knee.

Courtney curled her leg over his shoulder, opening herself up as Rob palmed her ass and began to eat her out voraciously. He sucked at her vulva, tasting the sweetness of her sex before sucking on her clitoris. His tongue slid inside of her, making Courtney cry out from a near climax. Courtney's fingers tightened around his hair, pulling him up into her pussy and tilting her hips pull his wiggling tongue deeper into her channel. She ground her pussy against his lips, her leg tightening around him and drawing him further in.

"Ahhnn!" Courtney cried, her pussy flooding Rob's mouth with her juices.

He lapped at her, shoving his tongue into her as she gyrated against his face, tasting her deeply. Her dark eyes were wild, her hair wet and tangled, a flush that spread from her cheeks and neck to her chest as she came reddening her skin. Her leg almost gave out beneath her, but Rob supported her with his hands on her ass until she recovered enough to take her own weight. Rob withdrew and kissed her thigh tenderly. He ran his hand along the back of her calf as she lowered her right leg back to the ground.

When he stood again, Rob was still hard. He turned to the stream of water, letting it wash the residue of her pussy from his lips before turning to kiss her once more. He attacked her mouth with a frenzied passion, his tongue finding hers and dancing with it sensuously until she pulled away breathless.

"Push back," she said, pressing her hands against him gently.

He did as she said and she cleaned him as he had her. She faced him as she cleaned his hair, making him lean forward to she could reach. Then she used a bar of soap to clean the rest of him, ignoring the iron hard pole jutting out from his body. She had him turn and scrubbed his back and massaged his buttocks, giving him a playful pinch before kneeling behind him to do his legs. She had him turn again as she was on her knees, and pushed him back against the sliding door of the shower.

Courtney wasted no time, she drew him into her mouth and took him deep. She gagged but managed to get him all the way in, her nose buried in his wet pubic hair. She bobbed up and down against his length, gagging wetly at the bottom of every stroke, gazing up at him as his cock disappeared between her lips over and over again. She withdrew and spat on his shaft, spreading her saliva along it with her fist, giving him a sloppy blowjob and letting the shower clean away the mess.

She did this for a number of minutes, her jaw getting sore as she fellated him masterfully. Her hands massaged his balls, her throat squeezed against his shaft, her eyes burned into his as she tried to make him cum. Rob wasn't holding himself back, and felt himself getting close to the edge. She pulled back completely and straightened partially, leaning forward and pressing her breasts against his shaft. Rob groaned at the sight of his swollen manhood disappearing between her tits, and felt her stiff nipples drag against his thighs as she started rocking against him.

"Jesus Courtney," he moaned.

She squeezed her breasts around his rigid pole, craning her neck down to bathe the head of his cock with her tongue whenever it peeked out from the channel of warm tit flesh surrounding it. Rob's breathing deepened, he watched as she fucked him with her tits, and needed to take over. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and she held her breasts still as he began to thrust his hips.

It was more the nature of the act than the actual stimulation it afforded, but Rob felt himself ready to cum. The long blowjob had primed him, and the tit fuck that had followed had driven him to the brink. His hold on Courtney's shoulders tightened and she squealed delightedly as he groaned and the first streamer of his cum erupted from the head of his cock. There were four thick jets, the first impacting her square in the face, the second her right breast, the third the hollow of her neck, and the final her left breast.

It wasn't Rob's most impressive load, but he'd already been drained from the rest of the day's activities, but it was still enough to making Courtney look absolutely incredible. She knelt before him, letting him drink in the wantonness of her appearance, a big grin on her cum splattered face, holding up her streaked breasts as though displaying them to him.

"Jeez Kavanagh," she said. "If I knew a tit-fuck would get you off, I would have done that from the start and spared myself the sore knees."

Courtney stood and stepped under the spray, feeling giddy with the excitement as the water cleared his cum from her face and body. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned, grinning as Rob brought his lips to hers for a gentle kiss.

"Thank you," he said.

She laughed. "You deserved it after the number of times you got me off."

"Still," he said. "That was..."

"Perfect?" she suggested.

Rob laughed, "Yeah."

The shower concluded and Rob got dressed. Courtney took his phone and programmed her number into it so he could text her. Once he was redressed and had combed his hair into something reasonable, they descended the stairs and had a brief conference at the door.

"So," Courtney said. "Text me when you want to hang out again."

Rob nodded, and took her in his arms. Courtney was a little surprised by the gesture but hugged him back. He kissed her tenderly, running his hand through her still damp hair. It was a little too emotional for Courtney and she pulled away.

"You'll get me going again," she said with a grin. "Better leave now or you won't be home until one in the morning."

"Okay," he said. "See you later."

"Yep, later," she said.

Rob shut the door behind himself and Courtney stood at the threshold. His truck started and pulled out, she waved at him from the window, feeling a touch silly until he waved back. Winston yipped at her feet and she smiled down at the little dog, picking him up in her arms.

"Yeah, I like him too," she said, scratching his ears as she walked back up to her room.

Courtney changed her sheets and dressed for bed, a pair of panties and a t-shirt, and slid beneath the covers, his scent still present on the comforter. She was excited, but also exhausted. She wanted to tell Karen about what had happened, but was too tired to bother looking for her phone. Winston grunted and nuzzled up against her. She pet the pug absently, deep in thought, about Rob, about how she felt about him, and how that made her feel. Before too many thoughts formed, her tiredness overcame her, and she fell into a deep and contented sleep.

***

Courtney's fitful slumber was interrupted by a banging at the door. She ignored it until Winston began to bark hysterically, and was forced to drag herself out of bed. She pulled a pair of sweatpants on and padded out of her bedroom, grumbling to herself unhappily as she descended the steps to the lower level of the house. She was exhausted, she wanted to sleep, her father and step mother weren't do home until that evening and she'd been looking forward to a day of lounging. Courtney got to the door and opened it.

"About fucking time!" her mother said, bursting into the house. "Jesus, it's freezing out there."

Courtney blinked at the sight of her. She was wearing a black dress, a long set of green beads tied around her neck, her hair loose and wild. Her mother approached her and took her into her arms, kissing her wetly on the cheek.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" she asked.

Several emotions ran through Courtney at the sight of her mother, paramount among them was confusion.

"I, uh... Yeah. Mom, what time is it?" Courtney asked.

Her mother shrugged. "The sun's just come up. I think about seven. I haven't been to bed to be perfectly honest," she said laughing, "Can't say I needed the sleep, I'm bursting with energy. Best gig of my life last night."

She reeked of alcohol, and given her appearance Courtney guessed her mother had come from a party after the show she'd performed at.

"Well, are we going to just stand here or are you going to let me make you breakfast?" Marley asked her daughter.

"I... Mom, you're not supposed to be here," Courtney told her.

Marley waved her hand dismissively. "You're eighteen now sweetheart, an adult, and you live here. It's your home. You can invite your mother into your home."

She was speaking rapidly, as though she were in a rush. Courtney had seen this sort of behavior from her mother before and knew that it didn't do well to antagonize her. It was better to steer than block.

"I... Okay, just don't break anything, alright?" Courtney replied cautiously.

"Promise," Marley said.

She took off towards the kitchen, Courtney hot on her heels to perform damage control as required.

"Pancake time," Marley sang as she rummaged through the unfamiliar cupboards, "I can't say much has happened since, but pancake time," she turned to her daughter, "Come on honey, sing with your old ma'."




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Author's Note:

This is the fifth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the other chapters before reading this one. As with the previous installment, this is a long chapter. If you are looking for a quick read, I do not recommend this story.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters, I really appreciate all of the feedback. Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max

Chapter 5:

Karen's arms were sore, her feet hurt, and people were pressing in from all sides. It was the second day of the second semester, and the campus bookstore was a circus. It's conductor a severe middle-aged women with wire rimmed glasses and a permanent scowl, observing the mob of students distrustfully. Karen stepped forward as the line moved, finding herself next at cash. Her arms struggled to hold the pile of books she held, and made a note to herself to insist Adam take her next time she went shopping for her textbooks.

She paid for her purchases and retreated from the store, colliding with someone as she went through the door. It was a large someone, standing over six feet. Hazel eyes peered down at her and a smile of recognition lit up her face.

"Rob!" she exclaimed happily. She had been hoping to run into him for the previous two days.

"Hi," he said, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.

They stepped away from the door and continued their conversation. Karen looked pretty, wearing a pair of black jeans and a royal blue blouse beneath her long black jacket.

"Lots of books," he commented, looking at the bags that she held.

"English, Psychology, Philosophy, Accounting, and Management," she said. "All of them have required texts."

"That sucks," Rob said. "Most of my Profs make up their own problem sets, if you can figure out their notes you don't need to get the book."

They continued their conversation, Rob avoiding the subject of Karen's best friend. Courtney had been down ever since her fight with her mother, and the added stress of starting her hairstyling course was not helping. The only thing that seemed to brighten her mood was the mention of Rob's name, but she was wary of contacting him. It was just nerves, something unusual for Courtney but something Karen had seen plenty of times with her other friends.

As they talked it became obvious Rob wanted to ask about her, but was resisting the impulse. Karen brought it up though, trying to play it cool but still excited to act as matchmaker. She had wanted to tell him sooner but had not seen him around before now.

"So Courtney lost her phone," she said nonchalantly. "I don't know if you tried to contact her, but if you did she didn't get the message. I can give you her new number if you want."

Her tone was neutral but her face betrayed her eagerness to have him accept the offer. Rob nearly laughed at the obviousness of Karen's matchmaking, but was also elated. Courtney had not rejected him, either tacitly or directly. Jenna had been right after all. Rob felt silly, he felt like he should have contacted Karen in the first place. However, there was still some awkwardness between them. Their drunken tryst was not as easy to forget as either of them wished it would be.

Rob wondered if that was why Karen was pushing him and Courtney together. Maybe she hoped that if he had a girlfriend or just another person to desire it would be easier for them to keep their relationship platonic. By giving Rob and outlet for his romantic feelings, perhaps it would be easier for the two of them to be friends. He wanted that, and she seemed to as well. They had had a good thing going before they had chosen to get drunk together and act rashly.

It was working so far, this was the longest conversation they had shared since that night, and it was not dissimilar to the conversations that they had had before they had shared that experience.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks," Rob replied.

He handed Karen his phone and she punched in the new number for him. Courtney's father had been furious with her, but she had refused to tell him what had really happened to her phone. Instead she had told him that it had been stolen during the party. She was paying for the phone now, something made difficult now that she was not working. They were interrupted by the arrival of Rob's friend Mitch, who materialised seemingly out of nowhere like some sort of specter.

He was tall and skinny, with a shaggy mane of died black hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a grey skull printed on it and a pair of black jeans. With his multiple piercings, sleeve tattoos, and carefully stylized hair he looked like a member of a punk band, but was also an incredibly talented computer programmer.

"Hey Kavanagh," he said.

Mitch turned his eyes to Karen, looking her over openly through his stylishly large glasses.

"This is Karen, we were in accounting together," Rob explained.

Mitch nodded to her in greeting. "Listen, we need to talk. There's a problem with..."

The two began to talk. Something about programming, the words 'algorithm' and 'app' were mentioned a few times, and Karen slowly felt fazed out of the conversation.

"Here," Karen said when they paused, handing Rob back his phone.

Mitch looked sheepish. "Sorry, kind of cut in there," he said apologetically.

"No it's fine," Karen assured him. "I'd better go. Make sure to text her," she told Rob pointedly. He wondered what she would do if he did not. Rob had never made Karen angry before and did not think he would like the results.

"Yeah, thanks," he replied.

Karen departed, leaving Rob and Mitch standing together.

"Sorry man didn't mean to do that. It's just we're so close to launch and I want to make sure everything's right," Mitch said.

They were building an app. Mitch was the primary programmer, Rob was the designer though helped with the code when he could, and their friend Kevin was the business end. He had met all of them last year. Before college had started he doubted he ever would have hung out with people like them, something he regretted.

"No worries," Rob said.

"She's a babe. Are you and her...?" Mitch asked.

Rob shook his head. "She's got a boyfriend."

Mitch laughed. "Shame. Would have asked her out myself. All the hot ones are spoken for."

Not quite, Rob thought to himself as he looked down at his phone and thinking of Courtney. The two entered the bookstore and continued to talk as they got the books they needed. Rob only bought two, one for his calculus class and another for his programming class. That was where he knew Mitch from, he was taking computer science, and Rob was in engineering. Their classes overlapped quite a lot, though their friendship had started when Mitch had been pulled in on a business venture Rob and another friend of his, Kevin, was working on.

They talked as they waited in line, Rob giving answers to all of Mitch's questions, and finally departed as they left the store. Rob drove home with his phone sitting heavy in his pocket, as though it were weighed down by the promises it held. He entered the empty house, both his parents went to work early and stayed late, and with Jane back in New York he was the only one in the dwelling. Rob went upstairs and did some homework, it was the only second day of the semester but he already had more than enough to do.

The phone sat beside his keyboard, its screen gleaming enticingly. Rob ignored it until his nervousness was exceeded by his curiosity. He was nervous, still filled with doubts. What if she didn't respond? What if she did and she said she just wanted to be friends? If you don't do it you'll have ended it yourself. He told himself, hearing his grandfather in those words. Actually what his grandfather would have said was 'Stop being a bloody coward boy, call the damn girl'. He went to Courtney's name in his list of contacts and wrote a simple text message.

Rob: Hey, Karen told me u lost ur phone.

It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was contact at least. His heart began to race the moment he pressed send. He put the phone down and waited for a response. It came quickly.

Courtney: It was stolen!!! Some asshole swiped it from my coat pocket! :@

See, it worked. He told himself, happiness flooding him. This started a back and forth dialogue that spanned the entire evening. Even through text she was fun to talk to, making good use of emoticons to portray tone. Rob ate dinner alone in his bedroom, but wasn't really by himself. He was with Courtney, though she was way on the other side of town. They sent messages late into the night, Rob doing homework while they went back and forth. The conversation continued the next day, and the day after.

The messages became increasingly flirtatious, and Rob took care not to let anyone get a peek at their correspondence. She had a dirty mind, which he told her, to which she'd replied 'I just have a sexy imagination ;)'. Rob agreed with that completely. He and Jenna had corresponded endlessly during their first year of college, but none of it had been as titillating as the back and forth he had going with Courtney.

It was not all flirting though. Some of it was genuine conversation. Rob was getting to know her, and liked her more with every use of texting shorthand and smiley face icon. It was not until Thursday night that he heard her voice again. He was going through the code Mitch had sent him, bug checking. It was tedious work, and largely superfluous given Mitch's perfectionism. But he was right, they had one shot at this, if the app was faulty they were screwed.

Rob sat back in his chair, scanning each line of code, admiring again Mitch's ability to write so elegantly. He had been texting Courtney all day, nearly getting caught by Wayne while they had been eating lunch together. Wayne had been talking about his cousin who was in fourth year, apparently he would be moving out after the summer semester. Rob got the impression Wayne was trying to get Rob to move into the apartment with him to split the rent, but at the time he had been too distracted by the buzzing of his phone to really concentrate on the conversation.

Courtney was growing bolder, becoming outright blatant about what she wanted from him.

Courtney: I want u to _____ my ______ until I _____ .

She let him fill in the blanks, letting his own imagination interpret what exactly she wanted. He responded with 'spank' 'ass' and 'behave', but was too distracted to respond when she sent her reply. It took him a while to respond to her next text, and then his phone started buzzing. Rob looked over at it, seeing that he had an incoming call from Courtney. He paused for a second and then picked up.

"Uh, hello?" he said.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Reading code," he said.

She hummed sexily. "Sounds fun."

"What about you?" he asked.

Courtney sighed contentedly. "Just relaxing. What are you wearing?" she asked him.

Rob laughed softly, sitting back in his chair.

"A pair of jeans and a t-shirt," he told her.

"Hmm sexy," she intoned playfully.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Guess," she told him.

"Sweatpants and a t-shirt," he told her.

"No panties?" she asked.

"I doubt it," he said, turning away from his computer. "I know you too well."

"Not that well. Guess again," she said.

"Jeans and a t-shirt," he said.

"Less," she told him.

"Panties and a t-shirt," he said.

She giggled sexily, "Less."

Roy paused, "Panties?"

"Warmer," she said.

"Nothing?" he suggested, a grin forming on his lips.

"Bingo," she said.

Courtney moved and he heard water.

"You're taking a bath," he said.

"Two for two," she said.

"Hard day?" he asked.

"Not really, Karen and I went to the gym. I'm sore but have no one to give me a massage," she said. Rob could practically see her pouting on the other end.

Rob tried to imagine her sweaty and disheveled as she had filled up the tub. She sighed on the other end, sinking deeper into the water until she was just in above her shoulders.

"Talk to me Rob," she said softly.

"Describe what you look like right now," he told her.

She hummed. "I'm naked. My hair's tied back in a bun so it won't get wet. I'm in a bubble bath. I think my face is a bit flushed from the hot water."

Rob closed his eyes, letting his imagination paint him a picture. He could see her, with her dark hair tied back, her neck exposed and elegant shoulders visible just above the surface of the water. She'd be holding her phone, probably grinning wickedly as she talked to him. Her eyes would be closed and head tilted back, resting against the back wall of the tub.

"You're supposed to be doing the talking," came Courtney's voice, breaking him from his reverie.

"Are your Dad and Lauren home?" he asked.

"They're downstairs," she replied.

"Can they hear you?" he asked.

Courtney paused. "Not unless I get loud."

"Put me on speaker," he told her.

She did and the sound quality changed. He could hear every motion she made in the tub as she settled back in the water.

"You're going to ruin your new phone taking it into the bath with you," he scolded her playfully.

"I wanted to hear your voice," she told him. She cupped a handful of water and let it tumble down her neck.

She sounded a touch self-conscious at those words, her bravado flagging just slightly.

"What did you want to hear from it?" he asked.

"Anything," she replied truthfully. "You could read the phonebook."

"Hmm, all I've got is code in front of me," he said.

"Read it out," she said.

Rob laughed. "Alright."

He read out a few lines and heard Courtney moan.

"God, it gets me so hot when you talk dirty," she said jokingly.

Rob laughed. "What else makes you hot?" he asked her.

"Hmm, you tell me," she said.

"My voice," he suggested.

"Maybe," she replied evasively.

"My 'sexy imagination'," he guessed.

"Mine's sexier," she replied.

"I don't know about that," he said. "Mine's painting a pretty good picture of what you look like right now, and it's damn sexy."

He could practically here her smile on the other end.

"What would you do to me if you could teleport here?" she asked.

Rob faltered slightly. "Uh."

"I'll get you started, shut your eyes," she said. "You're naked, I'm laying back in the tub, you're standing beside it. Go."

"I get in," he said, keeping his eyes shut as he pictured it.

"How?" she asked.

"I step in behind you," he said, "I lay back and you're between my legs. You lay back with your head against my chest."

"My hair might get wet," she said jokingly.

"You wouldn't care," he told her. "I'm kissing your neck now."

Neither really noticed that Rob had just switched into present tense. He was describing the fantasy he was painting in his mind. Courtney shut her eyes, picturing the same thing. His mouth would be by her left ear, like the phone, so her head would be resting on his right shoulder. Her father and stepmother were just down stairs, they'd have to be quiet if Rob were to sneak in.

Courtney hummed. "What are your hands doing?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

"My arms are around your waist, your hands are over mine," he said in an equally soft tone.

Courtney could practically feel the embrace, his strong arms wrapping around her. She shifted unconsciously, her hands going to where his would be, feeling silly when she realised that of course nothing was there. She was hugging herself, imagining that it was him.

"Keep going," Courtney requested softly.

"You bring my hands to your breasts," he told her.

Courtney brought her own to the firm swells, cupping them. Her small hands failed to contain them the way his would have.

"I'm squeezing them," he told her. She began to knead them with her own hands. "Now I'm teasing your nipples."

Courtney did as he said, squeezing her own nipples, biting down on her lower lip. She pressed down on the stiffening buds until they were fully erect. The sensitive points sent shivers of pleasure through her as she imagined it was him, not her, doing the teasing.

"They're so hard," she breathed, losing herself in the fantasy.

"I pinch them," he told her.

She did and gasped, a shiver of pleasure running through her.

"Harder," he told her.

"They'll hear me," she whispered.

"I do it anyway," he replied. His voice seemed to grow lower, heavier in some way.

Courtney did it again, this time squeezing down on them hard. Her moan was louder this time, the lustful tone making his cock stir in his jeans. He could visualize her in the tub, her dad and stepmother just down the stairs while she felt herself up at his instruction.

"I'm getting hard," he told her. "It's pressing against your back."

Courtney could practically feel the heat of his thick shaft against her, pulsing with virility. She would do anything to have him there just then. To pull her out of the water, bend her over and take her. She'd brace herself on the sink and smother herself with a towel to keep quiet if she had had to. The graphic fantasy sent a quiver through her, the memory of how his cock had felt inside her running through her lust clouded mind for the hundredth time since their back and forth had begun.

"It's so big," she sighed.

"You're turned on aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"I take one of my hands and run it down your side," he told her.

Courtney did as he said, her fingers running along her ribcage and following the path of her tattoo. She traced the familiar pattern blindly, having it memorized, her breathing deepening as she anticipated what was to come next. The touch was Rob's, she never teased herself like this when she masturbated. Her goal was always to release the pressure, to ease the ache. Rob wound her up and then made her explode.

"You spread your legs," he told her.

Courtney did as he said, parting her thighs.

"Wider," he told her as though he were there.

Courtney smirked. "You can't even see me, how do you know they aren't spread wide enough?"

"Is your leg draped over the side of the tub?" he asked.

"No," she replied.

"Then they aren't wide enough," he told her.

Courtney didn't know why his unbending tone turned her on so much. Something about the confidence in his voice, the implied command, he was going to tell her how she was going to get off and she wanted him to. She spread her legs wider, draping a soapy leg over the side of the tub like he'd told her, opening her legs wide. Suds slid down her knee and along her calf, sliding along her ankle and dripping from her heel to the floor.

Rob heard her move, and could see her in the position he had described in his mind's eye. Reclined in the tub, legs splayed, one hand still teasing her breast beneath the surface of the water.

"I bring my hand to the inside of your thigh," he told her.

Courtney did as he said, running her hand along the smooth flesh. It was his hand, his touch. He was not there but he was controlling that hand, with his voice. She fought the temptation to bring her hand straight to her pussy, letting him tease her even though he was far away, because right now that hand was his to control.

"I pull at you nipple," he told her.

Courtney whined when she did this, a sound of pleasure that made Rob's cock twitch in his jeans. It felt like an electric jolt going through her body, making her push back against the imaginary Rob behind her.

"I bring my hand closer to your pussy, but I don't touch it," he told her.

Courtney did as he said. "Please," she begged gently.

"Not yet, you have to wait," he told her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you've been bad," he told her.

A shudder went through Courtney's spine. "I have. What did I do?"




Taken By The Wind Ch. 05



"You've been sexting me all week," he told her. "Getting me all horny but not giving me an outlet."

His frustration was shared. Courtney had been bringing herself orgasms all week with fantasies of him, reliving the short amount of time they had shared together. The amount of times she had gotten off to the memory of him taking her from behind that second night together, the remembrance of the sheer lust and power he had put behind his motions was more than she would have ever admitted. Courtney briefly wondered if it was possible to masturbate too often.

"I'm a bad girl," she told him, thinking of the naughty scenarios she had dreamed up over the past week, all featuring him.

"You're a teasing girl," he corrected. "Now you're getting teased."

"You can fuck me if you want," she told him heatedly, rubbing her thigh obediently but desperately wishing to touch her pussy.

Rob's growing erection twitched uncomfortably in his jeans.

"Not yet. I bring my hand closer, my fingers brush against it," he told her.

Courtney did what he said, and Rob heard her soft moan as her fingers grazed the outer folds of her sex.

"I pull my hand away," he told her.

Courtney whined her frustration but did as he said.

"You're a prick," she told him.

"You don't mean that," he replied confidently. "I roll your nipple between my fingers."

Courtney did as he said, rolling the firm nubbin between her digits. She fought back a loud moan that threatened to escape her. Her heart beat quickly in her chest, she felt light headed, her daze intensifying the realism of her imaginings. They had to be quiet, her father and stepmother were downstairs. The risk of getting caught just made it better.

"I bring my hand to your pussy," he told her.

Courtney sighed with relief as she at last got to bring her hand where she wanted it.

"I don't move it," he told her. "I just hold it there."

"Please Rob," she pleaded softly, squirming in the tub. She needed him to touch her. To let her touch herself, she corrected herself, her mind getting reality and fantasy confused for a moment.

"It's alright, just wait," he said gently. "We'll get there. Be patient."

Courtney laughed huskily. "I'm not a patient girl."

"Then I'll teach you," he told her.

God he knew how to talk to her, the tone of his voice made her shudder. Courtney did as he said, fighting to not get ahead of him, holding herself back as though physically restrained. Rob could hear her breathing, the microphone picking up the lustful panting as she waited for him to let her move on. He could feel her straining against his words, his utterances acting like strings, following his instructions like a marionette.

"I start rubbing you gently, slow circles with the pads of two fingers," he said.

Courtney bit her lower lip and did as he described, humming her approval of the motion. She tilted her head back and continued to massage her breast as she gently massaged the inner lips of her pussy. Her feet pointed forward, her toes curling pleasurably at the sensations of her fingers. Rob shifted in his chair, fighting the impulse to pull his cock out and start stroking.

"I tease at your entrance but don't put them in," he told her.

Courtney moaned softly, the tips of her fingers circling the opening of her vagina but staying outside. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, heard by Rob on the other end. The sound informed the mental image he had of her. Her soapy limb over the side of the tub, her legs spread wide as she teased her pussy and massaged her tit. In his mind's eye Rob could see the flush on her cheeks, her brow knitted as she squeezed her eyes shut tight.

"How do you feel?" he asked her.

"Desperate," she told him.

Rob laughed at the exasperation in her tone.

"I push them inside, as deep as I can get them," he told her.

A squeak left Courtney as she did as he said, sinking two of her fingers deep in to her steaming sex. It gripped her tight, squeezing the penetrating digits snugly as she buried them inside of her completely.

"I start moving them, looking for you G-spot," he told her.

Having this control over her was mind blowing, hearing her struggle to contain her moans as she fingered herself made Rob's shaft pulse dangerously inside his jeans. A high gasp escaped her when she found the sensitive spot he had described. Courtney had to bite down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out and alerting her parents downstairs to what she was doing. She could not stop now, she needed to finish.

"Did I find it?" he asked.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice was rich with lust.

"I squeeze your nipple harder and start rubbing your G-spot," he told her, "working my fingers in and out of you."

Courtney did as he said. Her head tilted back as she fingered herself and tweaked her nipple hard enough that it was almost painful.

"How hard are you?" she asked suddenly.

"Hard enough," he said, "but you don't notice. You're totally absorbed with what I'm doing to you."

This was about her, not him. Somehow that made Courtney even more turned on. She could feel him behind her, manipulating her body, his rigid organ pressing against her back but remaining dormant. His body's response to his vision of her at that moment remained under his control, just as she was losing hers to her vision of him.

"I start fingering you harder," he said, the heat in his voice betraying his own arousal.

Courtney's fingers began to move rapidly, brushing her G-spot as she did. Rob heard water sloshing around as her movements agitated the surface, little waves making the floating bubbles rock. Her breathing became labored, she sounded close. She was, but she held on, not wanting to let this end just yet. She needed more of this, to feel like this for a while longer. Her entire mind was being applied to this fantasy, her world centering on his voice.

"I push them in deep, massaging you G-spot," he said.

Courtney's fingers slid all the way inside, the pads of her fingers massaging the roof of her channel. An involuntary moan escaped her, sending a jolt through Rob's spine. His cock was ready to tear out of his jeans. He was barely controlling himself, hanging on by a thread. He did not dare try and free the erection that had formed inside his pants, the slightest touch was sure to bring him off.

"I reach down with my other hand and start teasing your clit," he told her.

"Yes," she moaned.

"I don't touch it directly, I circle it," he told her.

She groaned her frustration but did as he said.

"I flick it across," he told her.

Courtney followed his instruction and her hips bucked upward, the motion nearly causing the water to go over the edge.

"You're close aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied breathlessly as she continued to finger herself and toy with her clit. She could not say more than one word at a time by this point.

"I rub your clit hard," he told her. "And then bite down on your earlobe."

Just imaging it would have set her off, but the extra stimulation he had allowed her sent Courtney far higher than she would have thought possible. Rob heard her ragged moan, heard the sloshing of the water as she humped her hand. Her ass squeaked against the bottom of the tub, the sound muffled by the water but still picked up by the phone's microphone. Courtney's pussy squeezed her fingers tight as she came, her back arching.

Her burgeoning breasts left the water, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream, suds trailing down the round swells. Her erect nipples pointed towards the ceiling as she squirmed and shook. Rob's mind let him see all of this, even making it better as it let him imaging seeing the way her leg flexed around the side of the tub to give her the leverage for her thrusts, the way water beaded and trailed down the valley between her breasts, and imagine the way her body would be trembling against him if were actually there.

The cry became ragged breathing and the sound of sloshing water dissipated. Courtney's breathing calmed on the other end, becoming more and more relaxed the longer he remained silent on the other end. When he was sure she had finished he spoke again.

"I pull my hands away," he said, "and rub your stomach."

Courtney did as he said, keeping her eyes shut as she savored the orgasmic bliss. She was shaking slightly, everything was hypersensitive and she felt unsteady.

"You bring your leg back into the water," he told her.

Rob heard the gentle splash of her trembling limb being submerged once more.

"I kiss your shoulder and then get out of the tub," he said.

"I don't want you to go yet," she protested weakly. She already felt painfully alone.

"I have to, you're Dad heard you moaning. I have to get out of here or he'll catch me," Rob said.

"When will I see you again?" Courtney asked urgently, still caught up in the fantasy.

"The gym, tomorrow night," he said.

"Okay," she said.

Rob hung up the phone and was gone. Courtney breathed deeply, her head spinning from the orgasm and the heat. She stewed for a while longer, contemplating what had just happened. Deciding she had had enough she pulled the plug and let the water drain out, then turned on the shower to rinse the suds off, carefully washing her hair. Feeling happily exhausted she headed towards her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body. She let it fall to the ground when she entered, fell naked into her bed and looked at her phone. She considered texting Rob to say goodnight, but decided against it.

That would just ruin the fantasy.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 05



Courtney peeled off the tank top, tossing the sweat soaked garment aside as she rushed to strip down. The flood of endorphins from the workout made her feel light, and incredibly horny. The sports bra came off next, her sweaty breasts spilling free, jiggling as they settled into place. Her nipples were rigid with her arousal, and she brushed her fingers across them. She bit her lower lip from the pleasure she got from the act.

Courtney stopped herself from teasing them, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and drawing them down her legs. The crotch was soaked with sweat and her arousal, and as she ran her fingers along her panties she found them to be in an even worse state. She was trembling with need, startled by it. She had never felt quite this way, certainly not without some actual foreplay. Courtney stepped out of her shorts and stripped off her sodden panties, tossing both into her gym bag.

Rob turned the knobs of the shower, getting it running before stepping beneath the stream. Having the shower room to himself was a luxury, and one he was grateful for. He ignored the turgid erection jutting out from his body, scrubbing the sweat from his skin, his mouth becoming salty as it washed perspiration over his tongue. He spat it out and tilted his head upward, the spray beating against his brow and running down his throat. It trailed down his powerful chest and over his rippled stomach.

Courtney turned away from the spray of water, letting it stream down her back, following the curvature of her spine. She fought the temptation to rub her pussy, saving the excitement for Rob. Courtney washed carefully, cheating a little when she washed the sweat from between her legs, a slight groan escaping her as she forced herself to behave.

Rob had been the subject of her fantasies all week, now she was to have the real thing, she could wait just a little longer. She scrubbed every crevice, cleaning herself, preparing herself. Courtney left the shower, her breathing heavy and her need reaching critical levels. Her breathing was coming in labored pants even though she had long since recovered from her workout.

Rob waited impatiently in the lobby, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Courtney appeared from around the corner, her hair freshly dried and loose around her shoulders. She was fully clothed, a jacket and a pair of jeans, but the way her eyes locked on his made his cock twitch in his own jeans. They walked quickly through the parking lot, not speaking as they rushed to the truck. They climbed in and pounced on each other, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss.

Rob's hands cradled her head, drawing her into the lip lock. Contact at last, after fearing that this would never happen again, after fantasizing and admiring, they were once again together at last. Courtney's breath was shaky, her fingers trembling as she ran them through his damp hair. The wet sounds of their mouths moving together and their muffled moans of lust filled the cab of the truck. Rob's hand went under her jacket, pressing against the round swell of her breast over her shirt, making Courtney gasp against his lips as he cupped it in his large hand.

Courtney's breast settled in his grip, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the soft cotton of her t-shirt. Her hand went between them, pressing against the bulge in his jeans. Rob grunted against her when she squeezed his cock through the denim, his hand pressing more firmly against the back of her head. Their lips mashed together, their tongues chasing each other desperately, their hearts racing and breathing heavy. Rob pulled away, making Courtney groan in frustration.

"We can't do it here," he said.

Courtney thought for a moment.

"The old car wash," she said. "The parking lot will be deserted."

Rob nodded and fired up the engine. The brief drive gave them both a moment to breath and for their pent up desire to reach precarious levels. Rob had barely parked behind the dilapidated structure of Al's Car Spa before Courtney was on him. Her mouth pressed against his, her hands grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward to her. Using this hold she pulled him with her as she turned, letting Rob settle between her legs as she reclined back in the passenger seat.

Rob's hands went to the fly of Courtney's jeans. His fumbling fingers struggled to undo the button. He grunted victoriously when the troublesome fastener was undone and drew her zipper down. Courtney gasped when Rob shoved his hand into her jeans and beneath her panties. They slid along her slippery pussy lips, spreading the nectar of her arousal along the folds of her sex. They kissed deeply as Rob gently dragged his fingers across Courtney's labia, allowing them to take brief trips up to the hard bud of her clit.

Courtney whimpered excitedly when he did this, her hips shifting against his hand in gentle rocking motions. She kept her legs spread wide, granting Rob full access to her pussy. He teased her clit, circling it with his middle finger before sliding down the length of her pink slit to massage the inner folds of her sex. He circled the entrance teasingly before bringing them back up to stimulate her clit once more. His fingers became slick with the juices of her arousal, and Courtney moaned shakily against his lips as his persistent teasing sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

Rob's fingers made their downward pass, running around the edge of her opening before sliding them inside as if they had been drawn into a maelstrom. They went deep, two long fingers burrowing inside of her, making Courtney cry out softly against his mouth. Rob pressed his lips against her throat, tasting her flesh as he drew his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Courtney gripped the back of his head, holding his mouth to her throat as he fingered her, her fingers curling around his hair.

As the fingers of one hand squirmed inside of her, Rob slid the other beneath her shirt. Courtney felt his hand sliding along her flank. It was warm and the palm rough compared to her soft skin. His fingers curled upward, pressing against the anterior wall of her channel, searching out her G-spot as he worked them in and out. She stiffened when he found it, a sharp exhalation of breath telling him his hunt had been successful.

Courtney felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as he began to massage the sensitive spot, her eyes shutting pleasurably as she resigned herself to his ministrations. Rob got off on getting her off. He had always been that way with Jenna too. Something about making Courtney lose control sated a deep hunger inside of him. Feeling her squirm pleasurably at his touch, hearing her gasp and moan as he manipulated her body, the sensation of her fingers tightening around his hair as he brought his hand higher and over her breast, that was what excited Rob.

Rob squeezed her breast through her bra, finding her stiff nipple pressing through the cup. He circled it with his thumb, but it was not enough. Courtney felt him reach around her, his hand following the band of her bra until it came to the clasp. He struggled a little to get it undone but eventually managed to, and the restrictive garment grew slack around her ribcage. Rob's hand returned to her breast, going beneath the cup and sliding over her bare skin.

His fingers dimpled the firm flesh, the pressure he applied to the swell warping its shape. Courtney's erect nipple pressed into his palm as he massaged her breast and fingered her. He teased the exposed flesh of her neck with kisses, occasionally coming up for a soul tasting kiss. Courtney was becoming overwhelmed by the methodic stimulation of her most sensitive areas, and when Rob squeezed her nipple she nearly came.

"Rob," she gasped.

"It's alright," he told her reassuringly. "Go ahead."

"But..."

Courtney was not sure what she was protesting against. Her own pleasure? The way he made her feel? Whatever it was she did not have the ability to articulate it. Her eye squeezed shut tightly, bracing herself against the overwhelming pleasure she felt. Rob continued to finger her and brought his thumb to her clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bud. He rubbed it mercilessly, making Courtney moan loud and finally relinquish what little control she still had over herself.

She came violently, her whole body seizing up. Courtney yanked at Rob's hair, making him wince in discomfort as she drew him close and exploded around his fingers. Her pussy constricted around his wily digits, his palm and her panties were flooded with her juices as her orgasm ripped through her. Her spine curled, causing her chest to jut outward and mash her breast against his groping hand. The nipple bored into his palm, hard as diamond as she declared her pleasure with a cry of complete and utter lust.

Courtney relaxed her hold on his hair, letting him draw back and kiss her as she continued to tremble and shake. She looked disoriented, confused as to where she was as her body continued to quake with aftershocks. Her breathing was shaky as they kissed, slowly returning to normal as she came back to reality and began to kiss him back fully. Rob's fingers remained inside the warmth of her channel, making her gasp with small movements.

Courtney drew back from the kiss. "You're turn."

She pushed him away from her gently and he sat back on the center seat while she kicked off her boots and pulled off her jeans. Naked from the waist down she straddled him, the insides of her calves rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans. Her eyes burned with hunger as she pushed against his shoulder, holding him back as she reached down and undid his fly one handed. Courtney's hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, her fingers sliding through his pubic hair before curling around the semi-erect cock inside.

Courtney drew it out and began to stroke his shaft wordlessly. They stared into each other's eyes as she brought him to full mast. Her soft hand glided along the length of his shaft, his pre-cum oozing from the slit. She spread it liberally, her palm becoming sticky with the viscous fluid, her eyes mesmerizing him. It was her turn to take charge, her turn to show him that she could deliver him more pleasure than he could ever imagine. To make him feel the way she did about him.

Courtney had never sought to do this before. Most of her partners had taken their pleasure and were finished, leaving her to take what scraps she could. Rob approached sex like it was his duty to make her feel as good as possible, as many times as possible. She wanted to do the same for him. Courtney leaned forward, her eyes closing as she kissed him. It was surprisingly gentle, and it possessed a degree of tenderness that had so far been absent.

Courtney was not sure what she was feeling, but it made her shake and it made her frightened. She nearly pulled back but Rob held her, returning the kiss with equal affection. She suddenly felt an urge to cry, which mortified her. Courtney pulled back, feeling briefly angry at Rob for reasons she did not understand. He looked at her with confusion, which made her want to slap him. His hand came to the side of her face, holding her gently when she wished he would just get it over with.

That he would show what he truly was. That he would confirm every doubt she had. But the gesture was genuine, his concern and care for her real. In that moment, if she had told him she wanted to stop he would not have argued. Somehow that knowledge made her relax, and Rob saw the warmth return to her eyes as she came forward and kissed him once again. There was a new element to the tenderness, a level of confidence he had not felt before.

It did not last long, Courtney could not sustain it for long just yet. That she was even capable of feeling this way for Rob after such a short time was terrifying for her, but she could not stop herself. It was different, it was exciting and beautiful, frightening and terrible. She did not know what it was, but the intensity of it made everything heightened.

"You have a condom right?" she asked softly, needing to keep going or she would panic again, or she would ruin everything.

Rob nodded and produced one from his pocket. She tore the packet open and Rob watched as she slid it over his length. She drew her fist along it, smoothing it out and making sure it was secure before she raised herself up from his lap and nestled the helm of it against her entrance. She lowered herself down, going slow to feel every inch as it filled her fully. The turgid organ pressed against the sensitive walls of her channel, stretching her to make itself fit inside.

By the time she had taken all of him Courtney's breath was thick with lust. Her legs flexed, raising herself, his cock dragging against the walls of her channel, until just the head was still inside. Courtney's eyes burned bright with hunger and something else, they stayed locked on Rob's as she lowered herself back down. She exhaled pleasurably as she settled back in his lap, and then rose again. Courtney's hands went to his shoulders, bracing herself as she began to ride him.

By controlling her internal muscles she was able to squeeze his shaft as she ascended, making Rob's eyes glaze over with lust. She kissed him again, still riding him, her mouth melding to his as she felt a confusing mix of emotions. Courtney pulled away again, her breathing growing labored as she flexed the already sore muscles of her legs to bring herself up and down his shaft. Then something terrible happened, an orgasm started building up inside of her.

Courtney was angry with herself, she fought against her pleasure, with every fibre of her being she fought it, but the harder she fought the more intense it became. This was for him, not for her. Rob saw her struggling, and he saw the distress in her face. He kissed her lips, thinking he understood the cause. His hands went to her waist, gripping them and he began to thrust upward, matching them with thrusts of his own, easing her passage to her climax.

Courtney gasped, a sound of pleasure mixed with dread. He stopped suddenly, feeling her grow still above him.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

Courtney looked completely ashamed of herself, like she was close to tears. She was horrified, this had never happened to her before. Why was it happening now? All she had to do was fuck him. It was sex, it was physical. For God's sake, she was good at physical. This should be easy. This was what she was good at. But emotions were bleeding into the act, emotions that did not belong, emotions that were ruining everything.

Rob tried to console her, he tried rubbing her back comfortingly, kissing her cheek tenderly, but everything he tried just seemed to upset her further. He was the cause, somehow he was the cause. Getting the hint Rob stopped touching her, taking his hands off of her. She seemed to relax slightly, and they stayed in silence for a few long moments, Rob hardly daring to breath. When she had steadied herself Courtney breathed in and let out a shaky breath.

"Sorry," she said. "Just a little sore from the workout."

"Courtney, are you alright? If you need to stop..." Rob began worriedly.

The compassion in his tone made her ashamed.

"No," she said hurriedly. "I just needed a break. Sorry."

"We can swap..."

Courtney interrupted again. "No. I need to do this, okay?"

There was a degree of urgency to her tone, the source of which Rob did not understand, but he wisely chose not to press her to elaborate. Courtney remained still until her need to cum receded, and then tried again. She shut her eyes and drew herself upward, squeezing her internal muscles. Rob sighed pleasurably from the sensation, the sound helped Courtney relax. She was not sure what it was she had just experienced, but she was putting it behind her.

Her hands slid over his shoulders and pressed against the back of his neck, drawing him into another kiss. Rob kissed her hungrily as she moved on top of him, her hips working in a circular motion at the bottom of each thrust, stirring him inside of her before she rose once more. Her kissing became aggressive, challenging Rob. Their tongues dueled as she rode him, and Rob felt his need to cum begin to rise.

Courtney let everything drift away, concentrating on her motions, on her breathing, on managing her own excitement. The fear was bubbling beneath the surface but it was well buried now, and her confidence returned. She undulated sexily in his lap, the two joined at the sexes, her lips sealed over his. She held the back of his head with one hand and braced herself on his shoulder with the other, kissing him furiously as she rode him madly.

Courtney's body slapped against his, his full length filling her to capacity before being drawn out once more. Her legs burned but she rode him with endless energy. The windows fogged up from the heat of their copulation, and sweat ran down the insides of Courtney's thighs. It beaded on her brow and dampened her upper lip, her hair swaying wildly as she drove herself up and down on his rigid member. She drove down, rocking her hips, grinding against him as she shrugged off her jacket and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it and the already unbound bra to the passenger seat.

Rob's eyes widened at the sight before him, from the image of the lust filled creature before him. Courtney was entirely exposed to him now, and was giving him everything she could. It was getting harder and harder to hold back, harder to keep going. Perspiration gleamed on her stomach and between her bouncing breasts, the shuddering orbs gleaming as she sought to bring Rob his orgasm. Rob had never felt such pleasure, such unfiltered lust being thrown at him.

"Cum Rob," she pleaded breathlessly, her voice exhausted but filled with desire.

Moments later Courtney felt his hands grasp her by the waist and heard a rumbling begin somewhere deep in his chest. The rumbling became a groan and she felt Rob stiffen beneath her. His face took on that expression of relief, his eyes shut as his seed surged from his body. At last Courtney let go of the last thread of control she still had over herself and felt an unbearable climax crash over her. They cried out together as they came in harmony, their bodies seizing together, joined in a union of lust.

For Rob it felt as though his body was pulsing, the sensation centered around his throbbing manhood as it continued to spew his cum into the condom. The walls of her pussy constricted around the pumping member, urging more from him. Rob came for what felt like a solid minute, the sort of climax that he had no control over. He gripped Courtney's waist and all control was stripped from him, feeling the bliss she had brought him with her body and lust.

Courtney's climax ended before Rob's, and she felt him pushing up against her as she grew limp above him. She rocked her hips, grinding against him tiredly until the twitching she felt from the organ inside her ceased. At last she was satisfied, the deep desire to bring him this moment had been realised. She felt Rob's hands glide along her bare back absently. He hugged her to him, holding onto her as though she were more precious than anything in the world.

Courtney was surprised to find she did not pull away. Instead she let the feeling of contentment the embrace brought consume her. They stayed like that until Rob's erection began to recede. Courtney dismounted and Rob removed the condom, tying off the end and finding a plastic bag to throw it in until he could put it in the garbage. She noted the volume of semen, amazed that it had all been for her. She felt cheated somehow, as though her body should be holding it, not the latex balloon.

The notion passed, it was impossible of course. She would have to go on the pill for that to happen, and it would take time for it to take effect anyway. Courtney redressed, and the two sat side by side in the cab of the truck. Courtney began to draw a pattern out on the fogged up window. Rob watched, it looked like a heart and he smiled at the cuteness of the gesture. She grinned at him saucily and drew a long protrusion from the top of the heart, turning it into a set of male genitalia.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 05



Rob gave a snort of laughter and Courtney added more detail, showing streams of what had to be cum shooting from its head and curls of pubic hair attached to the scrotum.

"You're so immature," Rob said, laughing.

Courtney rubbed her mosaic off of the window.

"Shut up, you love it," she said with her trademark grin.

She was back to normal and more somehow.

Rob found she seemed more real in some way he did not quite understand. Rather than exhaust himself from trying to understand it he fired up the engine and blasted heat on the windshield to clear it. He drove her home, enjoying her singing to the radio as they went. He dropped her off at the end of her driveway. Courtney leaned over to him and kissed him, sliding her tongue in between her lips and almost igniting a new inferno before pulling away. Rob looked disappointed and Courtney smirked.

"Gym tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yeah, we'll do cardio," he said.

"Good," she said as she hopped out. "You're stamina's shit," she joked.

Rob laughed. "Meet you there at six!" he called as she shut the door.

She waved and he pulled a U-turn, driving down the road and disappearing into the darkness. Courtney walked up to the house, hopping over the single step leading to the porch and unlocked the door before stepping into the warmth of home. She removed her coat, hanging it over the hook before untying her boots and leaving them behind as she ascended the stairs on sore legs.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 05



"Get up... Miss Maclean," he added, remembering his role.

Courtney did as he said obediently, she was enjoying this tremendously. By taking on the role of the sleazy boss Rob was acting more selfishly, something Courtney wished he would do more often. Rob could sometimes be too devoted to her pleasure. It made her feel greedy, and a host of other emotions she still had not gotten to terms with but had developed a better ability to control.

"Was that good Sir?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss Maclean. You're doing very well. Now bend over the table," he instructed her.

Courtney cocked an eyebrow at him but did as he said, bending over at the waist at the kitchen table. Her skirt rode up slightly, the backs of her stocking clad thighs exposed to Rob's gaze. Rob stepped out of his jeans and retrieved the condom contained in their pocket before walking in behind Courtney. She braced her weight on her forearms, her breasts pressing against the table top. Rob grabbed hold of her hips and pushed his hard cock against her ass.

His hands went over the shapely buttocks the skirt hid from sight, squeezing them gently. Courtney whimpered softly, eyeing him from over her shoulder as he squeezed her ass. He knelt down behind her and ran his hands along the backs of her thighs, the nylon stockings smooth beneath his palms. He pushed her knees apart and Courtney shifted, pressing more of her weight against the table as she widened her stance.

Rob kissed the inside of her knee, his hands going up under her skirt. They went over her bare thighs and to her panties. They were black to match the stockings, but of a conservative style. Their lack of ornamentation somehow made them sexier. He squeezed the ass they contained, his mouth pressing against the exposed flesh of her inner thigh just above her stocking. Rob bunched up her skirt around her waist and kissed the one place Courtney had not expected him to.

Her pussy.

Courtney gasped. "Impatient today, Sir?" she asked.

"We don't have a lot of time, Miss Maclean," he replied.

She did not mind. She liked it. Rob seemed to be losing some of his restraint with her, which excited Courtney greatly. She took it as a sign that he was comfortable with her, that he took as much pleasure in being with her as she did in being with him. Rob kissed the damp patch that had formed at her crotch, squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass. He grabbed them by the waistband and drew them down her legs, leaving them wrapped around her knees.

Rob's thumbs pressed against the meaty joint of her thighs and buttocks, prying the flesh apart and opening her drooling pussy to him. His head tilted upward and his tongue ran along the glistening folds of her sex. Courtney moaned, her hand going behind her and pressing against Rob's head as he lapped at her pussy. His hands spread her wide and his tongue delved inside of her, the taste of her arousal flowing freely onto his wriggling organ.

Courtney felt his hands shift and spread her ass cheeks. He held her open with one hand while using the thumb of the other to tease her little rosebud. She gasped at the act and her hold on his hair tightened. Rob had noticed her favorable responses to having her anus toyed with and had begun implementing it more and more. Her juices trailed down his chin as he ate her out hungrily with her wiggling back against his probing tongue.

Rob's protruding organ was deep inside her hot channel, his face buried between her legs while she writhed on top of the table. He could not wait anymore, but he had one last thing he wanted to try. His slid his tongue out from her and along her perineum, and placed a solitary kiss on her anus. Courtney jolted but relaxed when Rob's mouth pressed against her tailbone next. Rob stood and ripped the condom open, and Courtney watched as he put it on.

He would not need to wear one for much longer. She had gone on the pill shortly after they had started seeing each other regularly. Courtney had not told him this, for reasons she could not explain. By telling him she would be planning for a future, something she had trouble doing. It was easier to take everything moment by moment, to keep forward momentum without really looking in that direction. It had worked so far, she was happier than she could ever remember being with anyone.

Rob pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Her waist was level with his, and her channel was very slippery from the oral sex he had performed on her. When Rob pushed forward he slid in easily, and Courtney cried out as he buried his entire length into her with one violent thrust. Rob held it inside her, feeling her body stretched around his. This position allowed for maximum depth of penetration, meaning that the helm of Rob's pulsing organ brushed against her cervix.

"My God Sir, you have a big cock," Courtney gasped.

Rob could not help it, he laughed. Courtney joined him, the two of them laughing stupidly with his shaft buried fully inside her.

"Yes Miss Maclean, the Missus quite enjoys it," he told her, adopting the same 'boss' voice he'd had earlier.

"Hmm," Courtney sighed. "I bet she does."

Rob took hold of her hips and began to thrust into her, making Courtney 'oh' with every thrust as his cockhead brushed against her cervix. It did not hurt, but it definitely could have if he had been even a touch longer. Courtney had never felt this before. She had never had a guy so deep inside of her. Rob fucked her in full, long strokes, his entire length sawing in and out of her. His body slapped softly against hers as he built to a steady rhythm, his hands kneading her rippling ass cheeks.

It was the sort of steady, merciless fucking Courtney had grown accustomed to, the kind that led her to mind bending climaxes and had her trembling weakly when Rob had finally finished. She had grown used to it in some ways, and had learned to accept the pleasure she was getting rather than fight against it. She had been embarrassed by the effect he had had on her at first, and her initial reaction had been to fight it. Rob's hips continued to impact her, and she flattened her torso against the tabletop.

Courtney stretched her arms forward and curled her hands around the edge of the table. She was in a good place, a place where she was riding the razor's edge between control and powerlessness. When Rob pressed his thumb against her anus and pushed it inside, she lost that control. Rob had not expected her to react as violently as she did. She came hard, bellowing her lust in a violent cry of utter bliss. She gripped the table hard enough to leave marks where her nails dug into the wood.

Courtney's pussy clamped down around him, seizing his shaft in its grasp as she gushed around his cock. She clamped down around his cock, her juices trailing down the insides of her trembling thighs as her orgasm continued to crash over her. When she had started to come down Rob resumed the motions of his hips, and Courtney felt herself going back up again. The depth of penetration and the girth of his cock guaranteed that every sensitive recess she had was being stimulated, and all of them seemed to have hair triggers attached to them.

Courtney came again, and again. Her body wracked by a steady stream of climaxes that he had started with a simple application of pressure with his thumb. The digit stayed locked in her vicelike rectum, that was until he came as well. Courtney had never felt something quite like it. He threw his weight at her. The table shifted beneath her from the impact, its legs dragging loudly along the linoleum floor as he let out a guttural groan and began to cum.

Rob was as deep inside of her as he could possibly get, his cock was as bulged out and erect as it could possibly be, and in that moment Courtney knew what it was to be full. His organ twitched inside of her, violent jets of cum that were sure to have impacted her cervix had he not been wearing the condom. As it was he ground against her, squeezing her waist tight as he came for her at last. She lay exhausted on top of the table while he filled the condom with his seed.

When he had finished Rob slumped over her, breathing tiredly. His chest heaving as a pleasant tiredness washed over him. The usual sense of satisfaction that he always felt with Courtney submerged him and he withdrew from her reluctantly.

"Sir, I have to say. Fucking your way to the bottom never felt so good," Courtney said.

Rob laughed as he staggered to retrieve his jeans. Then there was a noise, a door opening. Rob scrambled, hopping into his jeans and frantically pulling them up. Courtney whirled around, pulling her panties back up and smoothing her skirt out.

"Courtney?" her stepmother Lauren's voice came.

Rob pulled up his fly and scrambled to fasten his belt.

"Uh, we're in here," Courtney called back.

Rob had just slid the end of his belt back into the belt loops and fixed his shirt. His heart was hammering as Lauren entered the kitchen.

"Oh hello," Lauren said. "Is that your truck parked outside then?"

"Lauren, this is Rob. Rob, this is my stepmom Lauren," she told him.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Rob said. Ma'am? Rob thought to himself. Where did that come from?

He had reverted to his father's style of politeness. Born and bred in privilege the man had a few old fashioned mannerisms that he had passed onto his son.

"Lauren will be fine," she told him kindly.

Rob shifted uncomfortably, "Yes m—" he caught himself, "Lauren," he finished.

"I didn't know you were having company over," Lauren said to Courtney.

"Oh, Rob's just dropping me off from my interview at the brewery," Courtney explained.

She hoped Lauren wouldn't notice the flush of her cheeks. Courtney could feel her juices drying on the insides of her thighs, the same juices drying on Rob's cock. Wait, no that was incorrect, they would be drying on the condom... Where was the condom? Courtney looked at Rob, who was standing awkwardly, speaking to her stepmother.

"Oh , you know Karen?" Lauren said as she put away the bags of groceries she had purchased on her way home. Her office had been sent home early, the result of a power problem that made her customer support job impossible.

"Yeah, that's how I know Courtney actually," Rob said. "She introduced us."

He spoke distractedly, shifting uncomfortably. Courtney gazed at him and then realized the cause of his discomfort. He had stuffed his still semi-hard cock back into his jeans, with the condom still attached. The entire load he had just blown would be leaking out into his boxers as they spoke.

"Yeah, she invited him to my New Year's party. Remember when we found Wayne sleeping in the bathroom," Courtney said, emphasizing the last word.

Rob looked at her. "Oh, right."

Lauren scowled. "Yes. I know all about that party. I really question some of the people you hang out with Courtney, if they steal from you like that."

"Um, excuse me. I have to use the washroom," Rob said politely.

He rushed to the bathroom, never so happy to have a lasting hard-on while speaking to someone's parent in his life. Some cum had leaked out but not enough to be too troublesome. He flushed the condom down the toilet and wiped himself off with toilet paper, hoping the smell of it would not be too strong. After he had cleaned up he rejoined Courtney and Lauren in the kitchen, it was decided that he would stay for dinner, a prospect that horrified both him and Courtney.

"We have plenty to eat, and after being so helpful you deserve a nice meal," Lauren insisted.

So, Courtney and Rob were shooed to the living room while Lauren prepared dinner. After changing into a more casual pair of jeans and t-shirt Courtney joined Rob as he sat nervously in the living room. Courtney struggled not to laugh too loudly as they sat together on the couch, while Rob remained horrified by what had almost happened. Winston lay between them, creating a natural barrier of chastity.

"What would have been worse for her to walk in on? The blowjob, you eating me out, or the fucking?" she pondered quietly.

"You're evil," Rob said disbelieving their luck. "I can't believe we were so careless."

"Oh come on, we couldn't have predicted that she'd come home early," she replied, making kissy faces at Winston. "Everything worked out didn't it?" she said in a baby voice to the confused pug, "Yes it did," she said, scratching his ears to his approval.

There was a crunch of gravel and Winston began to bark, hopping from the couch and charging towards the door. Courtney's father was home from work. Rob gulped nervously and glanced at Courtney who looked equally nervous. She got up, intercepting her father before he entered the living room.

"Hi Daddy," she said. Her voice seemed to go up a half octave, making her sound younger.

"Hello sweetheart," came a deep bass voice.

Jesus Christ, he sounds huge. Rob thought nervously, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. He had been incredibly nervous to meet Jenna's father as well, but he had had time to prepare. This was just happening without warning. Courtney hugged her father and scolded Winston as he jumped up and down, vying for attention.

"Uh, Daddy," she said nervously. "I have a friend over."

"Oh, is she joining us for dinner," Rob heard him reply.

"Um, yeah. It's a he, Daddy," Courtney replied.

Her father's bushy eyebrows rose. "Really?" he asked skeptically.

"Yeah, you know Rob? The guy who drove me to my interview today?" Courtney asked.

The conversation continued, Courtney trying to say things that would make her father inclined to like Rob while he took off his work boots and heavy winter jacket. Rob could hear the rumbling voice from the living room, though they were speaking softly and he could not make out the words. I should introduce myself, Rob thought, I shouldn't be hiding like a coward. So he took a breath and braced himself for the worst. He got up from the couch and entered the small hallway leading to the door.

He was a man of average height, stocky with big arms and shoulders. His dark curly hair was receding slightly at the temples and was flecked with grey. His dark eyes turned on Rob, and he rose from his seated position on the first stair.

"Hello, sir. I'm Rob. Rob Kavanagh," Rob said in greeting. He held out his hand.

Courtney's father appraised him for a moment, his eyes distrustful. He gripped Rob's hand and shook it, squeezing slightly harder than necessary but Rob didn't show any reaction.

"Jim Maclean," he told him.

He let go of Rob's hand and turned back to Courtney.

"What's for dinner?" he asked.

Jim mostly ignored Rob after that, and he was unsure if that a good or bad thing. He talked to Courtney and barely even looked at Rob. Jim joined his wife in the kitchen while Courtney and Rob sat back down in the living room. Courtney was smiling.

"He likes you," she said.

"What? How can you tell?" he asked.

"He would have told you to go home if he hadn't," she said.

Rob relaxed. "He seemed basically indifferent."

"I told him you're a friend," Courtney explained. "He's not in full protective mode just yet."

Great, Rob thought, that was him friendly. I wonder what he's like when he's trying to be intimidating. Rob was rarely intimidated by other men, older or younger, but Jim Maclean had an edge to him that he had only seen in diluted form in Courtney.

"Courtney! Get your and your friend's tush in here, it's time to eat," Jim shouted from the kitchen.

The two got up and Courtney led Rob to the kitchen table, the same table where about an hour earlier she had been bent over getting fucked by Rob. Dinner started off awkwardly, Courtney recounted what had happened at her interview. Jim cursed her luck in colorful language, earning himself a reprimand from Lauren.

Rob was not used to family dinners apart from special occasions, his parents came home late and at different times so dinner was always a 'fend for yourself' scenario. It was clear that at the Maclean residence they ate as a family every night.

"What about you Rob, what do you do?" Jim asked.

"I'm in school right now," Rob said. "I'm not working. I worked at Fletcher's last summer and saved up."

Courtney looked surprised. Fletcher's hired summer students to work as labourers. It was very hard work, infamous around town, but paid extremely well. Jim seemed pleased at what he was hearing.

"What are you taking?" he asked.

"Electrical Engineering with a minor in Computer Science," Rob replied.

Jim cocked his eyebrows, "Techy guy, huh?"

"Rob's building an app," Courtney interjected.

"An app?" Jim asked.

"An application, like a small piece of software that works on a phone," Rob explained.

Jim nodded. "What does it do?"

Rob ran through it, describing what exactly him, Mitch, Kevin were building. It was an aggregator of multiple social networks, a sort of 'one-stop shop' that combined many different user profiles and accounts. There was more to it, like the built in social networking aspect of the app itself, particularly in the chat component which allowed for a great deal of privacy and utility, but Rob did not care to elaborate too far.

"So, people pay to use it?" Jim asked.

"No," Rob replied. "It'll be free to use. Ad revenue will fund it and will be how we make our money. We're also looking at a 'freemium' option, where people pay to unlock extra features if they want."

"And what did you do for it?" he asked.

"I came up with the concept and the design of the interface. That was the hardest part of my job because when you're trying to combine so many things into one it tends to become cumbersome," Rob kept going, surprised to see that Jim was actually interested in this.

Not too many people were. His father thought it was an idiotic venture, citing the fact that the market for such apps was saturated, but then again his father had not wanted him to be an engineer at all. Rob was supposed to have gone to school for accounting and then get an MBA, which he would have despised but was something his father had had his heart set on. They had fought bitterly about it and now any time Rob mentioned school or anything to do with it they quarrelled.

Jim asked a great deal of questions, proving to have a shrewd mind even if he did not fully understand the industry. Rob answered them effectively, and soon the two of them were dominating the dinner conversation. Courtney was unusually quiet throughout the meal, watching in amusement as Rob charmed her father. She helped Lauren clear away the dishes while the conversation between the two of them continued.

Eventually it was time for Rob to leave, and Jim followed him to the door.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders Rob. I think you and your friends will do well," he told him.

"Thank you sir," Rob replied.

"Jim, Rob. Call me Jim," he insisted.

Rob grinned. "Yes, Jim."

"Leaving?" Courtney asked, appearing at her father's side.

"Uh, yeah," Rob said. "Thank you for dinner, it was great."

"Goodnight," Courtney said.

"Goodnight," Jim said.

Rob said goodbye and left, Jim closing the door behind him.

"You're dating him?" Jim asked Courtney.

"What?" Courtney replied, "No, Daddy. He's just..."

Her father grinned. "Right, a friend. He's a good friend to have, I like him."

Courtney looked away shyly. Her father had never liked a guy she had brought home to meet him, the fact that he approved of Rob when she was so uncertain about what her relationship with him was did not help to make her any less confused about what they were to each other. Only time would tell if Rob was really such a great guy.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 05



"Hello," Rob said.

"Good day at school?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied. "Good day at work?"

"It was okay," she replied, turning her attention back to her book.

She read novels obsessively; reading was her primary source of entertainment.

"Is Dad home?" he asked.

"He's in his office," his mother told him.

Rob nodded and went up to his room to dump off his stuff before taking Courtney's resume and walking back downstairs. The house had four levels, the basement, ground level, the first floor, and a second that contained the bedrooms. His father's office and the study were on the first floor along with a workout room for his parent's.

Rob walked past the open door of the study, seeing his mother pouring more of the amber fluid into her glass from a crystal decanter. Must have been a rougher day than she had let on. Rob reached the end of the hallway, knocking on the heavy oak door and waiting for a response.

"Come in," came his father's voice.

Rob entered, Courtney's resume in hand. The room was lined with bookshelves on either wall, a large project table sat in the middle of the room. His father sat at his desk on the far side of the room, the window at his back. He held up a finger as Rob approached.

"That's unacceptable Dale," he said into his hands free.

A man who Rob assumed to be Dale responded.

"Well, if you can't do your job Dale, then I'll find someone else to be head of building maintenance. Either you get the problem fixed, or you'll find yourself back mopping floors. Goodnight," his father concluded curtly and hung up the phone.

"Fucking incompetent," his father muttered, scribbling something into one of his many notebooks.

"What do you want, Robert?" his father asked.

"I have a friend looking for a job, but nobody is hiring," Rob explained. "She's in school so she can only work nights and on the weekends, but she needs a job."

"Is that her resume?" his father asked, gesturing to Rob to hand it to him.

Rob passed it over and his father's eyes scanned over it.

"No education," his father murmured. "Cosmetology?" he said, giving Rob a look.

"I know her through someone at school," Rob explained impatiently. "If you can't help—"

"Yes, I can help Robert," his father said. "But first I need something from you."

Rob would have refused. He did not barter favors with his father, but this was for Courtney.

"What?" he asked.

"I want you to meet with someone for me," he said. "I want you to talk to them."

"About what?" Rob asked.

"Advice, a new friendship, anything they like really. I'm displeased about the quality of 'friends' you seem to be making," his father said gesturing to Courtney's resume as evidence to his claim.

Rob clenched his jaw irritably. His father had arranged these meetings with several of his 'friends' before he had entered school. It was always the same, all warning him about how difficult engineering was, discouraging him from that path in favor of the one his father wanted for him. Rob could not understand what his father was playing at. He had long since lost that fight. Rob was midway through his second year, whether his father cared for it or not.

"Alright," Rob said after a long pause.

"I'll set up a meeting," his father said happily. "It may be a while before they're available."

"And Courtney?" Rob asked.

"Yes, yes. I'll find something for her to do," his father replied.

Rob turned and began to walk towards the door.

"What do we say Robert?" his father asked.

Rob stopped, biting his tongue.

"Thank you, sir," Rob replied.

"You're welcome," his father replied.

Courtney was delighted a few days later when she got a call from Grace Plus, a high end salon the wife of a friend of Rob's father owned. She would be at the bottom of the totem pole, sweeping up hair, working the cash register, and other cleanup, but it was related to what she wanted to do for a living. It was far too tempting for her to pass up, so despite her reservations of taking favors, she accepted the job, resolving to work as hard as possible to prove that she belonged there.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 05



Rob began to tease her clit with his thumb, rolling the stiff bud with the tip of his knowledgeable appendage, sending ripples through the already squirming girl beneath him. Courtney pushed back up against his hand, her body ready to explode at any moment. He made her feel so sexy, so desirable, and so beautiful. His gift had been so thoughtful, he had treated her with such respect, and now he was going to make her cum for what she was sure would not be the only time that night.

Rob felt the rumbling inside her before the climax hit. Her mouth tore away from his as a cry of pleasure was ripped from her throat. Courtney's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opening wide as she bellowed her pleasure to the room. Rob's hand was flooded with her juices, her pussy convulsed around his fingers as she drove her hips up against his hand spastically. Courtney's heart was racing, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she was overwhelmed by an intense euphoria.

A smile spread over her lips as the initial spike of her orgasm receded and she began the trembling phase, little jolts of pleasure carrying up through her spine, pulses of bliss that came from her center. She lay back, breathing heavily, grinning happily as endorphins flooded her system. Rob kissed her neck lightly, slowly drawing his glistening fingers in and out of her sodden cunt. He drew back and looked down into her joyful face.

"You're so beautiful," he told her.

Courtney felt something different stir inside her, something she still could not formulate into words, but something she was beginning to be able to identify internally. A deep affection, one that transcended her other emotions, one that would make her willing to take risks and sacrifice a great deal: love. Courtney looked into Rob's eyes, the rush of emotion engulfing her dizzied mind, and she pulled him into a deeply passionate kiss.

She held onto him, embracing him with her arms and legs, holding him to her as she kissed him with everything she had. Rob's body responded, to the lust, to the affection, to the love implied by the gesture. Courtney felt his erection poke her and she pushed up against his shoulder, making him roll onto his back. Her lips remained locked to his, nearly trembling at the intensity of what she felt for him. Terrified but no longer caring, she began to let herself love him.

Courtney needed him. She couldn't wait any longer. Before she pushed it back down, before she hid it away again, she needed to be with him while she was being honest with herself. Courtney grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his legs, his rigid manhood jutting proudly towards the ceiling. She straddled his waist and locked lips with him once more, overwhelming Rob with her intensity.

Courtney had caught up emotionally, and perhaps was now surpassing him. She took hold of his cock, pushing aside the thin strip of material covering her pussy and pressing the head against her entrance.

But Rob stopped her.

Her eyes turned to his, burning with lust and love, needing him now more than she ever had previously.

"The condom," Rob said.

"Don't need it," she replied with a grin. "I'm safe. I'm on the pill. Happy Valentine's Day."

Rob barely had time to process that information before Courtney lowered herself down on his swollen turgescence. It should not have felt that different without the condom, but there was a sense of closeness, like the last barrier between them had been broken. Courtney's eyes shut pleasurably as she slowly took more of him inside her, her channel was slick and took each inch of him greedily until she bottomed out at last.

Maybe it was just in her head, but Courtney felt like she could feel the beat of his heart through his shaft as it stretched the walls of her pussy. She held him inside her, rocking gently, moving her hips in gentle circular motions, stirring him inside of her. Courtney came forward to resume the impassioned kiss she had pulled him into earlier, and then began to move. Rob had never felt such a thing, she was focused, every movement perfectly timed and in sync with his desires.

Courtney drew upward, his shaft gleaming with the wetness of her sex, and then pushed back to engulf his pulsing manhood once more. Her channel squeezed around him and she ascended once more, going higher than she had before, and then relaxed around him as she came back down. Courtney moved her hips in circular motions at the bottom of her thrust, making Rob breathe shakily against her lips. She felt so in tune with his desires, like she now knew exactly what to do to him, just like he always did with her.

She rode him, tirelessly, excitement and intense joy spurring her onward. Courtney was in control of every part of her body, everything working at her command. She drew herself up, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she increased her range of motion. Courtney's channel constricted around his shaft, and gripped him as she drew upward until she held just the head inside of her. His bare shaft glistened and slowly disappeared between her pussy lips once more as she lowered herself back down.

Courtney did this repeatedly, working her hips, rocking them, oscillating them. Rob shut his eyes, becoming absorbed in the sensation of being inside her. He did not fight the pressure as it built up, and judging by her breathing Courtney was close as well. She rode him harder, bouncing up and down, the friction inside of her driving Rob to the brink. His hands wrapped around her waist and he gripped her tight. Courtney slammed her hips down and held him inside her as he gave her his load.

"Courtney," he gasped. He lunged upward, his cock gaining a few extra millimeters of penetration as he came. The first shot came out hard, and Courtney groaned as she felt it splatter against her cervix. The hot substances bathed her insides, the pulsing of his cock and his jagged thrusting pushed her over the precipice. She slumped over him and came hard, gripping his shoulders tight as she exploded around his spewing manhood.

"Rob!" she groaned. Her channel squeezed his pumping cock, drawing out more of his precious seed. His bloated organ continued to twitch as he filled her greedy cunt with his cum, the hot substance flowing out from his balls and into her quivering sex. After a few more jagged thrusts Rob became still, panting beneath Courtney as she continued to vibrate on top of him.

When her climax ended her body grew slack above his. Her head rested against his shoulder and she breathed heavily. Courtney could feel his erection receding and his semen flowing out between her distended labia. She felt wet and sticky between her legs, and also deeply satisfied. Rob wrapped an arm around her and ran his hand along her back. Courtney sank into the embrace, accepting the display of affection without her usual discomfort, instead she relished it.

Rob held her, growing soft until his wilted cock slid out of her. His other hand joined in the gentle caresses, rubbing her lower back while the other massaged her shoulder blades. Courtney kissed Rob gently, running her hand through his hair affectionately. Their tongues slid along one another lazily, the two luxuriating in the presence of the other as they basked in their post-orgasmic glow. Rob bit down on Courtney's lower lip playfully, making her giggle and retreat from him. He stole another peck before speaking again.

"Do you want to see something cool?" he asked.

"I dunno, I'm kind of digging your bedroom right now," Courtney replied languidly.

"Trust me, you'll like this," he told her.

Courtney rolled off of him, her curiosity piqued.

"Did you bring your iPod?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she replied, "it's in my purse."

"Grab it," he said as he pulled his boxers back on.

"Should I get redressed?" Courtney asked. She was still wearing her panties and bra.

"No, just get the iPod," he told her.

She did and then followed him as he left the room. Their bare feet were chilled by the hardwood floor of the hallway, and padded softly against it as they went down two flights of stairs. Courtney followed Rob around a corner and down another hallway. How big is this place? Courtney wondered to herself. Rob led her down another set of stairs and passed a rec room. That was not what he was interested in however, and he led her down another hallway.

He went through a door and turned on a light, Courtney gasped with delight as they stepped inside. It was a huge bathroom. A drop in tub dominated the far side of the room, it was an undermount design. It was a large rectangular shape, and as Courtney drew closer she spotted the jets.

"My parents got the bathroom redone a few years ago, my mom insisted on having a Jacuzzi tub," he explained.

It was a beautiful space, grey tile floor, marble countertops, the bathtub and the stand alone shower in the corner. There was a door leading somewhere Courtney wasn't sure of.

"Pick something to listen to," Rob told her.

Courtney thought about her choice, looking for something soothing to go with the bath. Rob did not recognize what it was, some sort of psychedelic rock that worked perfectly. The filled the tub and then Rob turned to Courtney. He approached her and motioned for her to turn around. Courtney grinned as he undid the clasp of her bra, and held it up disobediently. He laughed and pulled it away, her breasts spilling free at last.

There was some squeezing and some giggling as Rob pulled her panties down her legs. Courtney used the elastic in her hair to tie it into a bun before following a stripped down Rob into the bathtub. There was plenty of room for the two of them but Courtney decided to lie back against him. Rob turned on the jets and the two sat together, the water massaging them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close as they reclined together.

Rob felt Courtney's hands go over his, holding them. He remembered the night a month earlier when she had called him. He felt her relax against him as the water churned around them, the scent of whatever shampoo she used filling his nose. She was into the water up to her shoulders, her throat exposed. Rob rubbed her stomach with one hand, small circles. Courtney hummed pleasurably and turned her head to the side, as if offering her throat to his mouth.

Rob pressed his lips to the exposed flesh and brought his hand up to her breast. Courtney inhaled excitedly, her eyes closed as she felt him massaging her breast beneath the surface of the water. His other hand continued to rub her toned stomach before sliding down along her thighs. She opened them, resting them over Rob's as he squeezed her limb. She squirmed against his touch, pushing back against his swelling manhood.

"Horny again?" he asked.

Courtney laughed softly. "Like you're not," she replied.

Rob bit down on her shoulder gently, making her whimper with excitement. He kissed the spot gently and continued to squeeze her breast. Courtney's memory of the fantasy that night a month earlier seemed to bleed into what Rob was doing right now, but this time she didn't need his voice to get her off. It was his hands touching her now, his fingers teasing her nipples, his mouth kissing her neck and toying with her earlobe.

Rob's hand pulled at the inside of her thigh and she spread her legs wider, the space of the tub more than adequate. His hand slid along the smooth flesh, approaching her pussy but not going to it. Just like he had said he would do that night in January. He continued to tease her breast, squeezing at her stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Do you want me to touch you Courtney?" he asked her.

"Yes," she breathed. Her words were almost inaudible.

"What?" he asked. He kissed her behind the ear teasingly, making Courtney moan.

"Please touch me Rob," she groaned.

Rob gave her what she wanted, his hand going to her center. She gasped as his fingers moved in circles along her labia, rubbing the sensitive flesh as he kneaded her breast. Courtney squirmed pleasurably against him as he rubbed her, the motion of her ass against his groin causing blood to be redirected to his semi-erect cock. She felt this and began to do it intentionally, the sensation of his body's response to her serving to excite her further and move even more, a self-sustaining circle of lust.

Rob's member grew stiff against her and his rubbing of her pussy became more intense as his own lust increased. He pushed his hips against her, his erection sandwiched between the two of them, sliding between their bodies.

"Put it in," Courtney said. Her voice was rich with lust.

Rob lifted her, her buoyancy aiding in the process of getting her positioned above his turgid manhood. The head of his cock pushed past her entrance and Courtney slid down his length until the entire length of swollen organ was inside her. Rob pulled her against him, using his hold on her breast to pull her back against his chest. Her legs were spread wide over his, his entire length spearing her, pulsing inside her. Rob teased her breast with one hand and then did something that made her gasp with the other.

Its fingers found her clit. Filled up with his length and laying back against him Rob began to tease Courtney's clit with his fingers. He circled it slowly, working it with his middle finger methodically. He squeezed her nipple and dragged his finger across the stiff bud of her clit.

"You're going to cum, aren't you?" he asked her.

Courtney was too far gone to respond, she squirmed in his lap, causing his swollen organ to rub against the walls of her pussy. This only intensified her need. Rob slowly and methodically teased her clit, letting her motions carry her to her climax. It was not a particularly hard one; she inhaled deep and held the breath. Her pussy squeezed around him and she squeezed his forearm tight as it rippled through her. Courtney exhaled raggedly when it came to an end and her body relaxed against his once more.

Rob was back to teasing her clit before long, sending jolts of pleasure up her body as he did. It did not take long before she came again, the same sort of orgasm, long and quiet. Peaceful bliss. Courtney wasn't sure how many times Rob got her off, but it took longer and longer between spikes for her to become desensitized enough for him to touch her clit once again. Eventually she was in a fog of sleepy pleasure, Rob's hips rocking against her as he teased her clit once again.

He did something different this time, and her lust filled brain was not prepared for it. Just as she was about to go off again he stopped. She had tensed in anticipation, her hand gripping his forearm tight. When her hold relaxed he resumed the gentle circling. He edged her for a long time, bringing her close but denying her release. Courtney was writhing against him, desperate for the orgasm her oversexed body demanded.

Courtney was practically shaking against him with her need, with how close she was but not far enough. She did not ask for him to finish it, though her every motion betrayed that desire. When he finally gave her release it was sheer ecstasy. Courtney nearly screamed, her cry echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Her body shook against his violently, her hand became a vice around his arm as her chest thrust forward, pushing her breast into his hand.

Courtney's pussy convulsed around Rob's rigid member, squeezing it in a crazy rhythm as she was assaulted by the longest orgasm she had ever had. It went on and on, a continuous series of tremors and convulsions that she could not stop. Her head lolled back and she came dangerously close to passing out before the intensity of it died down enough to allow her to gain some control over herself once more. She continued shaking for a long time after that, her pussy squeezing Rob's cock weakly.

Courtney breathed exhaustedly against him and he returned his hands to her waist, holding her as she recovered. The water continued to massage them, and Courtney dozed against Rob as she returned to the real world. It took a long time, and he'd softened inside her somewhat by the time she stirred once again. Rob admired her stamina, and took one of her breasts in either hand. He squeezed them gently, teasing the stiff nipples that capped off each of the firm swells.

Courtney shifted against him, rocking her hips back to meet his gentle motions, his flagging erection returning to its full glory. Rob could not wait any longer, he pushed Courtney forward and she braced her hands on the edge of the tub. Now on all fours in front of him, Courtney braced herself for what came next. Rob grabbed her by the waist and drew back, the head of his cock perched at her entrance before he drove his hips forward once more, making Courtney gasp as he buried himself inside her with one smooth motion.

Courtney's ass was below the water, but her upper body was above it in this position. Rob shoved his swollen member into her, fucking her hard as he drove towards his release. Courtney gripped the corner of the tub tight, the agitation of the water's surface becoming tumultuous as Rob rammed his cock into her. The wet sounds of his body impacting hers filled the bathroom, joined by both their lustful moans and exhalations as Rob took her.

He squeezed her breasts, kneading them and tugging at their sensitive nipples as he tore into her from behind. Courtney felt an orgasm rising, the mercilessness of his fucking commanding it from her body. She loved it when he took her like this, when his calm had been stripped away and he had completely lost his control, it was Rob at his most pure and it excited her in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

Rob stood, pulling Courtney with him. Dripping with water she braced her wet palms against the cool tile wall in front of her. He held her hips tight and drove into her wildly, her breasts bouncing crazily beneath her as his bulk collided with her body over and over. Rob reached upward, grabbing her by the shoulders and using them to leverage his thrusts, the intense friction of his naked cock thundering in and out of Courtney's channel forcing him towards his climax.

Courtney came, the assault becoming too much. Rob lunged forward, causing her to reel forward onto the balls of her feet as he joined her in climax. Her legs trembled beneath her as her orgasm overcame her, making her unsteady as Rob's cock blasted her insides with cum. He groaned almost painfully as he came inside of her, withdrawing and stroking the rest out with his hand.

Courtney felt the hot cords of his cum land on her lower back and ass, crisscrossing her lower body before Rob slammed his still hard cock back inside her pussy. He bucked savagely against her a few times, a few last trickles of cum flowing into her trembling sex until he had no more. Rob slid out of her and sat unsteadily on the side of the tub, the cool tile that surrounded the basin feeling ice cold after the warmth of the water. Courtney stayed standing on trembling legs, looking over her shoulder at her lower body.

It was a mess, Rob's cum was splattered across her lower back, and ropes clung to the swells of her buttocks. The wanton image sent a slight tremor through her.

"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked after a moment of quiet.

Courtney looked at him. "Jesus Christ Rob."

They both laughed tiredly but did take the shower as Rob suggested, though they were too tired for anything more than a kissing and touching. Courtney let Rob wash her hair with the shampoo his mother used, the process was intensely intimate, his touch caring and gentle. It always surprised Courtney that Rob was capable of such intense lust when he was so affectionate at times like this. She supposed it was because of her, she brought that out in him, he trusted her enough to show that side of himself to her.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 06



Author's Note:

This is the sixth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the other chapters before reading this one. A special thank you goes out to Literotica username Seniya for taking the time to edit this chapter for me.

This is a long chapter, if you are looking for a quick read I do not recommend this story.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters, I really appreciate all of the feedback. Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 06



As he bottomed out Courtney cried out from the added power, the sound one of pleasure. Rob took it as a sign that she could handle more than what he was giving her. He drew back two thirds of his length and then pushed it back in.

"Hoah," Courtney groaned. It was a sound he had never heard her make before, a combination of surprise, discomfort, and most of all pleasure. He repeated the same motion, and she gasped, this time all pleasure. He worked himself in and out of her steadily, teasing her clit mercilessly, strumming it with his fingers until...

"Fuck, Rob!" Courtney screamed. Her hands drummed against the wall, slapping wetly against the tile as she came. An expulsion of air left her through her nose as her jaw clenched along with every other muscle. Rob felt her ass clamp down around him, trapping him at the top of one of his thrusts, deep inside her. He groaned deeply and released his control. Courtney felt him flooding her; felt him filling her ass with his cum.

The sensation was strange but incredibly pleasurable. Rob bucked against her, pushing her against the wall as she shook and trembled through her orgasm. His cock spewed a heavy load into her, pumping his thick seed into her. It was a big one, bigger than Rob would have thought he was capable of given the activities of the past day. When it drew to a close they both remained still, Rob's still hard cock acting as a plug, holding the semen inside her.

Courtney turned her head and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him happily, relishing the sensation of his cock slowly wilting inside her, feeling it pulse as it gradually softened. Rob slid out, a trail of semen following his manhood, running down along perineum and dripping down to the ground. Courtney turned and Rob pressed against her, her breasts flattening against his chest as he kissed her once more. His hands went through her hair, the damp locks clinging to his fingers.

"You're perfect," he told her again.

Courtney smiled. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, as had become their custom.

Then they cleaned up, discovering that petroleum jelly was not the best thing to use as a lubricant in the process. They rubbed soap across each other's bodies, shampooed each other's hair, touching and caressing as they went. After they'd finished their shower they dried off and ate lunch. They took a nap that afternoon, cuddling and kissing for a few hours before making love one last time. Then it was time for Courtney to go home.

As Rob pulled up to Courtney's driveway she had a moment of indecision. She wanted to tell him how she felt, how she really felt, to say the three words he had anticipated from her the previous night.

But she could not say them.

Somehow she felt like that would hurt them. Damage what they had going. So the words did not come, but when she kissed him goodbye there was little doubt in Rob's mind of how she felt about him, and with the way he returned the passion she knew he felt the same way. Maybe that was enough, the knowing. The words did not matter when they already both knew without saying it. As their lips parted Courtney grinned at him.

"Later honey," she said.

Rob grinned. "Bye sweetheart."

Courtney walked up the driveway and entered the house. Winston greeted her in his usual manner of hysterical happiness. She entered the kitchen. Lauren was seated at the table.

"Good night?" she asked knowingly.

The façade had been pretty thin, Lauren knew precisely where Courtney had spent the night and it was not Brianna's.

Courtney grinned. "Yeah."

"So, are you too still 'just dating'?" Lauren asked.

"No. He's my boyfriend," Courtney said.

The words felt so right coming out of her mouth.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 06



Now that she was bare from the waist up Rob figured it was time to try out their new toy. Courtney was distracted by the kiss and did not notice him grabbing the vibrator. He found the remote blindly and hit the button, setting it to a steady hum. Rob pulled away from the kiss, and smoothed her hair against the side of her head.

"I'm going to use it now," he told her.

It went unspoken that if she did not like it they would stop. The setting Rob had the vibrator set to was gentle, but that didn't stop Courtney from gasping as he pressed it to her areola. He squeezed her other breast with his free hand, but focused on what he was doing with his right hand. Her nipple perked right up, the cool toy and its insistent vibration making it stand proud from her high swells. She moaned pleasurably, tilting her head back. Rob pulled it away, thinking she needed a break.

"Put it back," Courtney told him.

Rob did as she bade, circling her rigid nipple with the pink toy. She had teased herself like this with her own vibrator, but this was different. The material of the toy felt good on her skin, its rhythm and intensity made her squirm beneath him. More than anything it was because it was Rob doing the playing, she was a glutton for teasing. She loved it when Rob brought her to the brink and stopped, making her want it so bad but not at the same time because the feeling of getting there was so exciting.

He brought the vibrator to her other nipple, making it as rigid as its twin. Rob used his mouth, sucking on one nipple while he teased the other with the toy. It did not take long to figure out what Courtney liked, and how to best make her writhe pleasurably beneath him. He pulled the toy away from her nipple, sending vibrations through the less sensitive flesh of her breast before slowly bringing it back to the nipple, circling the areola before dragging it across the nipple straining for the ceiling.

Courtney reached down, undoing the button of her jeans and sliding down her zipper. She slid her hand into her pants, going beneath her panties. She was soaked; her fingers became wet with her juices as she began to rub herself. Rob continued to tease her breasts, her breathing becoming heavy as she rocked her hips against her hand and pushed her chest up against his lips and the toy. His lips wrapped around her areola and he applied suction as he flicked his tongue across her nipple.

Courtney groaned unhappily when he brought the toy away from her breast. He brought it to her stomach, and she was surprised by how good it felt. He traced the gentle definition of her tight core, circling her little bellybutton with the pink bullet. It had its target, the little bud Courtney was currently strumming with her fingers. Rob set the toy aside and grasped the waistband of her jeans and panties, Courtney lifted her hips and he drew both down her legs.

Rob set the toy to the lowest vibration he could get and slid the toy towards her clit slowly, gradually approaching her epicenter. Courtney cried out when it made contact, a jolt of pleasure running through her. She bit her lip; it felt like the vibrations were reverberating throughout her entire body. Rob pulled the vibrator away and the sensation ended, he slid it down to her glistening labia, collecting some of her natural lubrication while massaging her tender pussy lips.

Rob brought it back up to her clit, going by what he would have done if her were fingering her. Applying direct pressure to her clit briefly before providing respite, maintaining her pleasure by stimulating less sensitive parts of her vagina, it worked. Courtney was squirming towards him and thrusting her hips up against the toy. Rob slid a finger into her pussy as he stimulated her clit, rubbing her inner walls while stimulating the sensitive bud.

Courtney groaned when a second finger joined the first and he began sawing them in and out. Her wet pussy coated his fingers, and he strained to find her most sensitive spot, knowing he succeeded when she bucked up against him. She cried out from the increased pressure of the vibrator the motion caused and fell back against the mattress. Rob drew it away from her clit, not wanting to make her cum just yet. He withdrew his fingers and slid the bullet all around her lips, spreading her fluids around.

Rob circled her entrance, dipping the toy inside just a bit. Courtney's hands went over her breasts. She squeezed them and teased her nipples. The abundant tit-flesh overflowed her hands, making the firm swells look even larger than they were. Courtney cried out when Rob pushed the toy inside, holding onto the retrieval cord as the bullet entered her chamber.

Courtney's eyes were wide, it filled her well, not as well as Rob's cock would have but the vibrating sensation that went out through every nerve inside her channel. Rob pulled it back out with the cord and teased her entrance again before sliding it back in. He pushed it deep, letting the vibration massage her insides.

Courtney began to thrust her hips up as though she were making love to the toy. The sensation inside her was wonderful, and Rob reached over to the remote. He adjusted the vibration, putting it to half power.

"Oh, fuck!" Courtney groaned. She went over the edge, her pussy squeezing around the toy, trapping it inside as it continued to hum. Rob reduced the vibration, setting it to low and then off. Her body shuddered, her abdominals rippling. Her channel relaxed around the toy but still gripped it snugly. Rob drew it out and she sighed contentedly, the toy glistened with her juices as he rested it on the bed. She pulled him up to her and kissed him, her lips moulding to his, her tongue delving into his mouth.

Courtney pulled back and looked up at him thoughtfully, brushing his bangs with her fingers thoughtfully. Rob's eyes peered down into hers, the green flecks floating in the pools of light brown, seeming extra bright in this light. Courtney had looked up whether or not eyes changed according to mood and found that they could indirectly. Small changes in facial expression and pupil dilation could make the size of his iris change, making his eyes appear lighter or darker.

"What'd you think?" he asked.

Courtney smiled. "I liked it."

Rob grinned. "I thought you would."

"It still seems more like a gift for me than for you," she told him.

Rob looked into her eyes, running his hand through her hair gently, the soft fibres sliding smoothly between his fingers.

"Let me show you something," he told her.

Rob climbed off the bed and pulled her with him. He led her to the full length mirror she had behind her door, and had her stand in front of it. Rob rested his hands on her shoulders and stood behind her. Courtney looked at him from over her shoulder, seeing where his eyes were gazing. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his bare chest against her back, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you ever really look at yourself in the mirror?" Rob asked her.

"Uh, yeah. I guess. When I'm applying makeup or picking an outfit," Courtney said.

Rob shook his head. "I mean naked, really looking at yourself without any obstruction like right now."

Courtney frowned softly. "Kind of, I mean to see how good my exercises are working. I adjust them to make sure I'm doing what I need to be doing."

Rob shook his head again with a slight grin. "See, that's not what I'm looking at. You're looking for flaws, but I don't see them."

Courtney scoffed. "Thanks for trying Rob, but there's plenty not to like."

"Like what?" Rob asked.

"My breasts are too big," she said.

Rob shook his head. "No they aren't, look. Really look. They're perfectly proportioned with your hips, and if you look at yourself from profile you'll see that your ass matches them as well."

Courtney looked at herself, trying to see herself through his eyes. Maybe they were not as awkwardly large as she thought.

"My stomach," she said.

"What about it?" he asked. Rob brought his hand up to it, tracing the soft ridges of definition of her abdominal muscles.

"It could be more toned," she said.

Rob slid his hand back down. "It's flat, it's strong, why would you want abs? You've already got that sexy toning so many girls strive for at the gym."

Courtney scowled. "Rob, today isn't supposed to be a 'make Courtney feel good about herself day' it's your birthday."

"That's not what I'm trying to do," Rob said gently. "I don't see any flaws in you. I'm being perfectly honest here. You work hard to look like you do and I'm recognizing that effort. For me, you're perfect. I don't just say that because I think you like it, I say it because from my perspective it's true."

Courtney nearly pulled away, getting frustrated with him. "Rob I don't want false flattery."

She saw Rob's face change slightly, and was surprised to find that he looked pissed.

"Do I lie to you Courtney?" he asked.

Courtney hesitated.

"Have I ever been dishonest with you?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Then why would I lie about this? I don't need to say what I'm saying, you know I find you desirable, hell we've proved that over the past two and a half months many times over. You are the sexiest girl I've ever been with. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said.

"Rob shut up," Courtney said. She tried to pull away but he held her.

"Hear me out, okay?" he asked.

Courtney stopped moving and grew still in his arms once more.

"Listen, I think you're perfect. Even the things you changed about yourself, your tattoo, you knew exactly what would look beautiful on your body. Doing these things to you makes me feel good because I get to see you in ways others haven't, to experience your beauty in different ways."

"I don't want to be on a pedestal," Courtney retorted. "I'm not some piece of art meant to be revered. For God's sake Rob, I'm just a person. You can't possibly feel like that, and if you do we've got a problem," she said.

"Then how do you feel about me?" Rob asked.

Courtney looked at him, hesitantly.

"You feel the exactly the same way don't you? I excite you in the same way?" he asked.

"I..." Courtney couldn't speak. He was right. Jesus Christ, what was wrong with her? It was crazy to think of someone like that, to not find flaws.

"Why does it scare you so much?" he asked her.

"Because I can't live up to it," she told him.

"But you already do," he said.

Courtney looked at his reflection in the mirror, meeting his eyes.

"But what if I change? What if I get fat? Would I stop being 'perfect'? If I got into an accident and my face got fucked up, would I still be the most beautiful woman you've ever seen? You're talking bullshit. You know I don't like bullshit," she told him.

Rob looked at her sorrowfully. "That's not what I mean."

"That's what you're saying," she argued. "I mean, okay I guess I look good now. But what about when I'm forty? Is the only reason you like me because I'm hot?" she asked.

Rob looked dismayed. "No, Courtney I'm trying to say I love you."

Courtney stopped entirely and fell quiet. "You don't mean that," she said softly after a long silence had passed.

"I do Courtney, I love you," he said.

Rob wasn't getting the response he was expecting. She looked like she was going to cry, and not because she was happy. She looked distressed, like the words repulsed her.

"What's wrong? I'm saying I love you, Courtney?" he asked.

"Stop," she pleaded.

Rob looked at her worriedly. "Why?"

Courtney shook her head, looking away. Her eyes were open but unseeing, she stared away from him. Something had been triggered inside of her. The echo of those words rang in her head, like the chiming of a bell, drawing forth old memories that she tried to repress.

"Courtney, why shouldn't I say that if that's how I feel?" he asked.

She still didn't say anything, her eyes shutting as she tried desperately to stay in the moment, trying not to let herself fall into the past. This was Rob, it was not those people. He was genuine, they were not. Despite knowing this, tears leaked out from between her eyelids, trailing down her cheeks. Courtney was terrified, she did not understand what was happening. Why should those words upset her so much? She knew he felt that way, why did saying the words affect her like this?

Rob hugged her, holding Courtney still until she began to formulate some understanding of what was happening. She had seen it in her mother before, she was suffering a flashback, like the one's her mother did sometimes. Her heart was racing, she was in Rob's arms but she was also far away. This had never happened to her before, why was it happening now? She had never experienced this waking, sleeping yes, through nightmares, but never while she was awake and alert.

"He said that. He kept saying that," Courtney said trying to explain. She looked utterly terrified. "So I would do what he told me. She made me be quiet, to prove I loved her. Then Keith, he said it too. They always say it before..." Courtney rambled, trying to assure him that it was not him frightening her. She wasn't making sense but Rob realised he was upsetting her more and more.

"Courtney what happened?" he asked her.

She was shaking. Oh God, she thought, what's going on? Why was this happening now? They had been having a good time. They had been having fun. Now images kept flashing before her eyes. Moving portraits. Familiar memories that she had revisited many times over the years but had thought she had gotten over. Those dreams were leaking through; he was following her into the waking world.

"He... He said if I didn't let him she wouldn't love me anymore," she said softly, trying to make it make sense to Rob but knowing that she was failing. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking, trying to keep it at bay but finding it impossible. She began to cry in earnest, and Rob's heart dropped.

Rob turned her around and hugged her tight, she clung to him desperately. He dragged her back to the bed, steadying her. They laid together, Courtney's forehead pressed against his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. Rob rubbed her back gently and spoke to her softly, calming her down enough to be able to speak. What she told Rob repulsed and enraged him, but much of it made sense.

When Courtney had been thirteen years old, her mother had thrown a party at the small house they had been renting at the time. The guests were drunk, and Courtney had been in bed sleeping, she had grown accustomed to the noise such events made over the years. She had woken up with the bass player's hand over her mouth. The other had been pulling up her shirt. She had managed to get her mouth away and screamed for help, earning herself a slap.

He had told her to shut up, that her mother had said it was okay and that if she did not let him do what he wanted she would not love her anymore. Fortunately the bands drummer had heard her scream and had gone to check out the cause. He had stopped her attacker before he had gotten much further than pulling her shirt over her head and his hand into her pajama bottoms, but the damage had been done. Courtney recalled the terror she had felt, how powerless she had been, how sick it made her feel.

Her mother had wanted to pretend like it had never happened, and had forced Courtney to promise not to tell anyone what had happened. She had not, not until now. Not her father, not Karen, nobody. She had pleaded with her father to seek full custody of her after that, not telling him the real reason. There had been other incidents of different kinds, such as drug use in the home, which had built up his case. That along with Courtney's plea to be live with her father had made it successful.

As Rob listened to her he held her tight, he had never seen her cry like this. Seen her so exposed and vulnerable. All he could do is hold her and try to whisper soothing words to her. His touch seemed to bring her some respite, and his words seemed to penetrate the fog of despair that had engulfed her. Rob had a new reverence for her, for her strength and endurance. Getting past what she had gone through could not have been easy, trusting again.

I trust you. She had told him, nearly a month earlier. At the time he had been disappointed that the second word hadn't been 'love', but now he understood just how profound those words were. Courtney could love someone but not trust them. She loved her mother but did not trust her. She had loved Keith and had trusted him, only to have that trust betrayed. Even Karen, with whom she shared the most, she reserved some things from.

Rob she both loved and trusted, even after everything she had gone through.

He loved her more than he could describe. Felt a protectiveness unlike anything he had ever felt before. Courtney would hate that, he knew, she hated feeling weak or being perceived as weak, and she would think that his desire to protect her was a belief that she needed protecting. That was not it, he knew her strength, he saw her courage, but she deserved someone else to be fighting in her corner. She could not be the one defending everyone and not have anyone watching her back as well.

Karen tried to be that, Rob thought. But from what he saw from the relationship dynamic between the two girls Courtney was the protector. That did not make their friendship any less good, but it meant that though Courtney would share some weakness with Karen, she could not share all. Rob she did not need to protect, he was in no danger that she could perceive, and in him she saw incredible strength, not just physically but as a person. He was assertive, he was confident, and he knew how to solve problems and did not hesitate in doing so.

If only she knew the truth. How badly he had failed previously. But he would not again, never again. Not with her, not with anyone he loved. Not with Jenna and Simon at that party a few years earlier, and not with Courtney now. She was his, and he was hers, they faced everything together and woe to those who tried to cause them harm.

Rob caressed the side of her head, continuing to murmur soothing words until she had stopped crying. She looked up at him, her eyes watery and fogged with the ghosts that still haunted her. Rob dipped his head down and she stretched her neck up to meet him in a kiss. There was an intense intimacy, adoration and loving that had not been present before. Rob's thumb ran along the slope of her cheek bone, coming away damp with her tears.

"You know how I feel about you," he said softly.

Courtney nodded. "I feel the same way."

"We don't have to say those words," Rob said. "We can say something else."

Courtney shook her head. "I can't live in fear of a few words. I can't let them take that away from me," she replied. Courtney paused for a moment. "I love you Rob. I love you so much."

Rob kissed her tenderly. "I love you too, Courtney."

"Thank you," she said.

They kissed again, and again. Their lips meeting over and over, holding each other tight. The kisses were shaky, unsteady, not the lustful or affectionate kisses they had shared before, but a true and honest display of the intensity of their emotions for the other. Neither had ever been kissed like this before, neither had felt this way before, the intensity of it was overwhelming. They held onto each other, taking strength from the other, steadying themselves as they felt what exactly true love was.

Courtney pressed herself against Rob and he rolled onto his back, pulling him with her as their lips remained joined. Her hand went through his hair and cradled the back of his head with the other. Rob had one hand pressed to her upper back, and the other held the side of her head as they continued to kiss in this new way. They were already shaking for each other, a need unlike any they had ever experienced before, a desire for closeness that caused all other thoughts to melt away.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 06



Courtney undid Roy's belt and fly, and the two of them worked his jeans and boxers down his legs. Now naked liked she was, and with a fully erect manhood, Rob lay beneath Courtney. She took hold of his erection and aimed the helm at her entrance. Courtney shifted back, a groan of satisfaction escaping the two of them as he penetrated her. His shaft stretched her in the familiar way, her channel embracing him welcomingly as he slid fully into her.

"I love you," Courtney said.

"I love you," Rob replied.

It excited her; it gave her a thrill like swearing had when she had been little. Like she was saying something she was not supposed to, but had now been given permission to use it freely. Courtney kissed him again, feeling love for him so profound that she knew only he could match it in return. It was fast, but love was, it worked how it worked. Sometimes it took time, years even, but for them it was happening now.

Courtney kissed him with unbridled passion, giddy from having unburdened herself of her secrets and from saying the words and having them said in return. She had told herself that she did not need to hear them, that the knowledge of how he felt was enough, but there had been room for doubt and Courtney had not been unable to fully cast it away. Now she had no doubts, no fears or worries, she loved him as much as she knew he loved her.

Rob gasped as she began to move, her hips slowly undulating, their mouths pressing together. Rob moved with her, matching her rhythm, as though silent music was playing guiding their movements. It was a slow beat, a steady rhythm that let them rock and sway together. His hands remained where they were, he could feel the muscles in her back shifting beneath her skin as she moved above him. Her body was so full of life, so full of wonderful, delightful energy and power.

Courtney's breathing changed, becoming laboured as she rode him more quickly. Having him inside her, while feeling like this, was incredible. This intense sense of belonging, of knowing where they both fit, together like this, in this moment, was sublimely beautiful. Rob slid deep inside of her and they paused, grinding against each other. There was no need for a signal, no need for a leader, they were in tune with what the other wanted and did it without prompting.

Courtney's hair hung down, acting as a dark veil around them as their lips pressed together, only coming apart to snatch a breath. The wet sounds of their kisses joined the soft sounds of their skin moving along the bed sheets. Limbs strained outward, soft gasps and groans of pleasure, and the hot breath of the other tickled their lips between kisses. Hands caressed, sliding along smooth skin, sending shivers through their bodies, as they made love.

Rob shifted under Courtney and they effortlessly shifted position. Courtney rolled with her legs splayed around Rob, wrapping around him as she settled on her back. Their hands found new homes. One of Rob's cupped her breast while the other cradled the back of her head. Courtney's splayed over his back, embracing him with both her arms and legs, holding him close. He swayed above her, graceful motions matching hers below him.

Courtney angled her hips, easing his passage into her as he slid in and out of her glistening sex. They had long since learned to pleasure each other, to have sex, but this was different. This was unlike anything they had ever done. An honest and pure expression of how they felt. Courtney's high sounds of pleasure were met by Rob's lower utterances. Their lips remained in their determined union, failing to break a part even as they'd rolled over.

It was slow, it was sensuous, and it was filled with emotions that neither had felt before. When this had started back at that New Year's Eve party neither would have dreamed they would arrive at this point. Then they had been casual acquaintances, the friend of a friend, but Karen had known somehow. Maybe she had been lucky, but she had brought them together with her drunken instruction to Rob to go tell Courtney a joke. That they'd been partners in crime in detention years earlier seemed impossible.

When Rob began thrusting into her harder Courtney spurred him on. Suddenly the need for release was overwhelming. They needed it, and they needed it now. Courtney squeezed her legs around him, pulling him into her as he thrust forward, relaxing them to let him wind up for the next stroke. Their mouths came apart; their cheeks pressed together as they cried out and came together. Courtney felt Rob's manhood swell inside her, and felt the release of the first hot cord of his seed.

Courtney's arms and legs hugged him tight to her, holding him deep inside her while he came. Wonderful surges of pleasure radiated out from her center, like crests of a wave flowing outward from her middle to every corner of her consciousness. Utter joy filled both of them, pure elation and bliss. Their bodies writhed in their paradise, Rob's shaft flexing and relaxing inside her steadily. The euphoria of their union struck hard, leaving them both panting when it'd finally set them free from its embrace.

"I love you," Rob told her breathlessly.

Courtney kissed him. "I love you too."

They held each other for a while longer, kissing gently and running their hands along one another. Rob drew away and looked into her eyes, she returned his gaze with her usual grin curling her lips.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Okay," she confirmed.

Rob looked at the clock on her bedside table; it was still early in the day.

"Want to go out for lunch?" he asked.

Courtney smiled. "I'd love to."

They cleaned up and Courtney went to get dressed. Rob went out to the truck and slid the CD she had made for him into the slot. He was listening to White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane, Courtney's voice was stunning, and the audio quality was incredible. The rich tone and effortless phrasing was incredibly beautiful. Courtney came out from the house and approached the truck. She was wearing a ruffled red skirt, a dark blue t-shirt, and a denim jacket.

The skirt she had made herself. Her maternal grandmother had been a seamstress and had taught her granddaughter the trade. Courtney could make practically any outfit with needle, thread, some fabric, and a bit of time. It had served her well in high school. While other girls had to beg their parents to buy them designer clothes she was buying the fabric for cheap at the shop downtown and making outfits worthy of a runway with her grandmother.

After her grandmother had died she had continue to ply the trade, as Rob had the trade his grandfather had taught him, getting better and better. The design of her tattoo was from one of her grandmother's sketchbooks. It was a pattern she had hoped to one day embroider onto her daughter's wedding dress, but Courtney's mother had never been married and the design had remained drawn in pencil on the yellowed pages of her grandmother's sketchbook.

Courtney had gazed at it as a young child wondrously, the swirls and shapes all perfectly proportioned and gracefully flowing into one another. When Courtney had wanted to get a tattoo to commemorate the passing of her beloved grandmother there could only been one choice of what it would be. Courtney remembered how angry her mother had been when she had seen it, not knowing the significance and not caring to understand it.

When she climbed into the truck her mouth curled into a frown and she switched to the radio.

"Hey!" Rob complained. "I was listening to that."

"I can't listen to myself," she said. "It gives me the creeps."

"You have a beautiful voice," Rob replied.

"Not really. I have trouble with anything too low, and my highs really aren't that great either. I wobble," she said critically.

Rob shook his head. "God, you're like Jane."

"What do you mean?" Courtney asked.

"She's at Julliard and insists she can't act or sing," he replied.

Courtney laughed. "Most people hate to hear their recorded voice, something to do with how you sound in your head not matching how you sound in reality."

Rob frowned doubtfully, but something else had attracted his attention.

"What's that?" he asked, seeing what she had in her had.

Courtney held the remote for the vibrator up, a broad grin curling her lips.

"I thought we could have a bit more fun with it," she said.

Courtney laid the remote between them, and Rob stared at it.

"Wait, you have it inside you?" he asked.

Courtney's grin grew to a smile in affirmation. Rob picked up the remote, turning it over in his hand. He turned it on, the digital display blinking until he hit the setting button. Rob set it to a low rumble.

"Oh," Courtney gasped. She shifted in the passenger's seat, her hands tightening around the edge of the cushion.

Rob turned it off and she relaxed again.

"You're evil," he told her.

"You're the one who turned it on," she retorted with a smirk.

Rob laughed and pocketed the remote, the ideas that came to mind endless. He gave her a few more jolts as they drove. Hearing her gasp in surprise every time he set it off sent a twinge through him. The play was good, Rob thought, after the intensity of emotion that they had just shared.

They went downtown and parked near Gibson Park, a small sanctuary of wildlife in the middle of the city. Courtney and Rob held hands as they walked down the street, choosing to eat at a small Greek restaurant with a patio.

They stepped inside, and a smiling waiter came to greet them.

"Hi," Courtney said brightly. "We'd like a table for --" she stopped suddenly. Rob had turned on the vibrator.

"Miss?" the waiter asked, his expression changing to one of concern.

"Uh, yes I'm fine," she gasped the final word. Rob had turned up the vibration.

"We'll have a table for two," he said to the waiter. "On the patio if possible."

The waiter looked at Courtney with confused eyes. "Of course, Sir."

Rob turned off the vibrator and the waiter led them to a table outside. He took their drink order before departing. Courtney burst into laughter as soon as he was out of earshot. Rob joined her.

"Jesus, he must think I'm having some sort of fit," she said.

"He'd be kind of right," Rob replied. He pressed the button on the remote and made her jump.

Rob cut the vibration when he spotted the waiter returning with their drinks. He left them to pick what they wanted from the menu. Courtney scanned the menu; her heart beating quickly as she waited for what she knew was coming. He saw Courtney trying to predict when she would get her next surge of stimulation and held off, prolonging her anticipation of pleasure. The waiting was almost as exciting as having the toy go off itself. Almost.

"Gah." Courtney gasped, her eyes opening wide. The wicked little toy shook inside her, sending vibrations through the nerve endings of her channel, promulgating her pleasure throughout her body like a telegraph carrying electric pulses. Her juices trailed from her, soaking the crotch of her panties, making her worried about staining her skirt should they soak through.

Rob relented as the waiter approached. Courtney hurriedly arrived at a decision of what she wanted for lunch, choosing the chicken souvlaki without thinking too much. The waiter took their menus away, leaving them alone once more. Courtney gazed at Rob from across the table as he spoke casually, the restaurant filling up as people from the surrounding buildings went on their lunch breaks. The toy lay dormant inside her, pressing against her internal walls, clutched tightly by her pussy.

An elderly couple was sat at the table beside them and a family with small children behind them. Suddenly Courtney was re-evaluating just how good an idea this whole thing was. Rob pressed the button, putting it on a low vibration. Courtney's mouth tensed and her voice quavered slightly as they carried on a mundane conversation about the success of the launch of Rob's app. Rob observed her, watching her hand shake slightly as she took a sip from her glass.

It was warm for March, but not warm enough for the flush that had bloomed on Courtney's cheeks and along her neck. The waiter arrived with their meals, and Rob ramped up the vibration. Courtney's eyes widened and she gripped the table tight, clenching her jaw to keep from making a sound. They thanked the waiter and he departed, unaware of the sensations Courtney was experiencing.

As she took her first bite of chicken Rob altered the vibration pattern. Powerful pulses went through her, and she moaned lustfully. The food was in her mouth, but she was not chewing. The garlic taste of the souvlaki spread over her tongue as she struggled against the cresting pattern of the stimulation from the toy. Rob took a bite of his moussaka, humming happily at the taste.

"Is it good?" he asked her. The vibration increased.

Courtney exhaled sharply through her nose, trying not to squirm as she felt her juices soaking her panties.

"It is," she replied challengingly.

Why egg him on? Courtney wondered. She was already struggling to hold on, but she was having so much fun being so very bad. The vibration changed to rhythmic pulses at the same power level as before. Courtney's fork shook in her hand as she struggled to eat her food and not cum in the middle of the restaurant. She had not expected Rob to be bold enough to go this far with it. She had thought he would tease her a bit when it was safe, maybe play a few little jokes here and there.

She should have known better.

The vibrations changed again, two short bursts followed by a long one. Courtney had just swallowed down some rice and nearly coughed it up as she struggled not to cry out. Rob struggled not to laugh from across the table as he let up a little by going to a lower setting. Courtney relaxed slightly, but one more bombardment like that and she would be gone.

The thought of climaxing in public was incredibly sexy to her for some reason, maybe it should not have been, but it excited her in ways she never thought it would.

Rob took a long drink of his soda, the ice clinking against the glass. He could not hear the vibration of the toy, so he assumed no one else could either. It was supposed to be quiet, and was designed for just this sort of fun. Courtney ate some more of her chicken, the flush spread from her neck to her chest. She felt hot, hotter than she should have in the shade. She wanted to take off her jacket but worried that she might expose the rigidity of her nipples.

Rob brought the vibration back up to where he had had it previously. Courtney hunched forward in her chair, her hand tightening around her fork. Her carefully manicured nails dug into the tablecloth and her mouth opened. Courtney's straight white teeth gnashed together as a rippling sensation went through her. Rob watched as her eyes shut and his widened, realising what he had done. He had not known just how worked up she was getting.

The orgasm hit her hard, but she managed to hold back the groan that was trying to claw its way out of her throat. Her feet squirmed and her toes tightened in her flats, her legs pressing together tight as her panties became sodden with her release. Rob shut off the vibration, stopping the stimulation and letting her recover without anyone noticing what had happened. She looked at him with a dazed expression as she took carefully measured breaths.

The toy remained off as they finished their meal. The way Courtney kept staring at Rob made his jeans uncomfortably tight around the crotch. Rob and Courtney ordered dessert, and ate it without incident. Courtney insisted on paying the bill, she had enough money with her job at the salon she told him, and it was his birthday. Rob reluctantly agreed, and the two departed. As they were approaching the truck Rob reached back into his coat pocket and pushed the button.

Courtney staggered slightly, her hold on his arm tightening as she steadied herself from the unexpected stimulation. They walked the remainder of the way to the truck with the toy vibrating inside her channel, walking past busy business people as they went. Courtney climbed into the truck and let loose a relieved moan as she could at last vocalise her pleasure. Rob watched her shut her eyes and tilt her head back, her cheeks pink with arousal.

Rob left the toy on as they drove, cycling through the settings on the remote and causing Courtney to writhe in the passenger seat beside him. It probably was not safe to have the distraction of an oversexed young woman nearing orgasm immediately to his right while driving, but Rob managed to get them back to Courtney's house without killing either of them. He had avoided the highest settings during the trip, keeping her close to climax but not quite letting her achieve it.

Courtney walked unsteadily into the house, and attacked Rob as soon as he had closed the door behind him. She grabbed his arm and yanked him upstairs, her strength surprising considering her size. Winston was more than a little frustrated at being put behind a closed door as they went staggering into Courtney's room. Rob shoved her against the door and she pulled him down into a kiss.

Courtney's lips attacked his, her tongue chasing his around his mouth.

"You're fucking evil," she told him breathlessly. "In front of all those people."

"You looked like you liked it," he countered. Their mouths came together again.

"I need it now," she said huskily.

"Turn around," he told her.

Courtney did as he said, facing the mirror for the second time that day. This time Rob was not telling her how beautiful he thought she was though, for which she was thankful. He might really see her as having no flaws, but it was impossible for her to see herself that way without being an extreme narcissist. His hands gripped her jacket and he pulled it from her shoulders. Next her shirt slid up her torso, discarded somewhere behind them. Her bra followed it, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Rob removed the remote from his jacket pocket and put it on the dresser nearby. He tossed his jacket over the back of her desk chair and then settled behind her again. He pushed her skirt up and drew her pink panties down to her thighs. She was a mess between them, her labia engorged and glistening. The retrieval string for the vibrator hung between her legs, sticky from being contained inside her panties. Rob took hold of it and pulled it out, making Courtney sigh as it left her.

Rob was not sure if that sound was relief or disappointment, but as he undid his belt he recognized a whimper that could only mean excitement. His jeans fell to a puddle around his ankles, and he pushed his boxers down, his fully erect manhood springing free gleefully. Rob was rigid, his cock jutting out from him and pulsed with need. He positioned himself behind Courtney and slid into her hot, wet sex.

He watched her face in the mirror as he entered her, seeing it change from excited anticipation to pure pleasure as his swollen member stretched her soaked pussy. Her body wrapped around him snugly, hugging him welcomingly until he was all the way inside. Courtney braced her hands on either side of the mirror and leaned forward slightly. Rob's hand slid up her stomach, going over her breasts and cupping them as he began to move.

After the high emotions of earlier it felt good to be together like this, the simple physical release not unlike which they had grown accustomed to. There were new feelings, new understandings, but Courtney was still the girl Rob was crazy about, and Rob was still the guy who made Courtney feel things she was not entirely comfortable with. It was better now that it was in the open and since she had accepted it, but her depth of affection for him still startled her.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 06



It would just take time.

Courtney's nipples pressed against his palms, the heavy swells of her breasts filling his palms and forming to his grip. Rob sawed in and out of her pussy, his long stiff organ sliding in and out of her soaked channel with ease. She saw herself in the mirror in for a moment, she could see him entering her, could see the way he held her breasts, the way her face had changed. She had never seen herself like this, and perhaps for a moment she understood what Rob had been talking about before.

When you click with someone so well on an emotional and intellectual level, seeing them in an impassioned physical state brings you joy and pleasure as well. Courtney had misinterpreted what he had been saying as gratuitous compliments, but it had been his clumsy way of explaining this phenomenon to her. That she understood, but it required depth to make the phenomenon as potent as it was between them.

Their physical chemistry had been the catalyst to their falling in love. Rob had understood that on some level but had not been able to properly articulate it, or Courtney had not been able to hear it. Saying she was perfect, or without flaws, did not mean that she could not change or that she must remain static for him to feel the way he did, but in fact the opposite. That the way she made him feel was unyielding. His feelings for her were permanent, as was her beauty, just as hers were for him.

Perhaps Rob did not understand it himself, but that was what he had been attempting to describe. Courtney was not sure she fully understood it, and maybe that was what being in love was. Not knowing what it was, what the force compelling you towards another human being so completely, so utterly and absolutely potent that it overwhelms all other emotions. Perhaps that inability to describe the concept fully is what had led artists to attempting the task over and over.

So, as Rob worked in and out of her body, his hands squeezing her breasts and his fingers teasing her nipples, Courtney believed she was perfect. Not in reality, but in this space, in this one situation with this one person, she could have no flaws. They may incite each other's anger, they may hurt each other, and misunderstand each other, but that was what was required to make this unknowable thing work.

Rob was not putting her on a pedestal; he was taking her off of it. He was reaching for her, drawing her out of her isolation, bringing her closer to him with every passing breath, and she loved him for it at every moment. Their eyes met for a moment in the mirror and Rob grinned at her, a smile bloomed on her flushed face. His hands went to her waist they shifted back slightly so that Courtney could lean further forward. Her breasts hung beneath her, swaying pendulously as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes.

Courtney's face was pointed right at the mirror, and her gasps reverberating against it as Rob drove into her. His hips pummeled her ass, his body slapping against hers with every wild thrust. Courtney saw her expression as she braced herself against the barrage, the hopelessly lustful look on her face, her mouth opened as he drove into her. Rob's hands went up her back and over her shoulders, he held her in his firm grip as he continued to work his cock in and out of her.

Courtney shifted her hands, her sweaty palms pressing against the mirror, the cool surface warping as her hand pushed into it, distorting her appearance. Rob let up slightly, leaning back and letting her push back against his thrusts. Courtney ground her ass against him, stirring his cock inside her slick chamber. He pulled out and turned her around, pushing her back against the door. Courtney pulled his mouth to hers and he grabbed for one of her legs.

Courtney's leg ascended, folding between them as she gripped his shaft and pressed his cockhead to her entrance. He entered her, their tongues dancing behind each other's lips, and he slid deep inside of her. His left hand gripped her breast, his right the back of her knee, holding it up. Their sweaty forms rubbed against each other, their glistening foreheads pressed against each other as their lips came apart, and their eyes burned into each other.

Courtney recognized the change in Rob's breathing, the added urgency to his thrusts, the way his lips kept brushing against hers. His thick shaft scoured the inner walls of her pussy, driving her to the edge. His balls batted against her at the top of every thrust, and as he lurched upward she was set sailing into the stratosphere. Rob groaned gutturally, his shaft swelled, and the first cord of his cum impacted the back of her channel.

Courtney tightened her arms around him, her ass squeaked against the mirror as Rob nearly lifted her from the ground as he pushed up into her. Her pussy squeezed around his spewing shaft, her leg growing unsteady beneath her. Her head tilted back and her high cry of lust joined Rob's low growl. Rob's hand tightened around her leg, his hips bucking spastically against her as he drained himself inside of her.

Rob grew gentler, his hold on her leg loosened and his body relaxed against hers. Courtney giggled elatedly as he lowered her leg, her foot pressing against the cool hardwood floor as she steadied herself. Her giggling was cut short by a playful kiss from Rob, which itself was interrupted by the frantic barking of Winston.

"Oh shit," Courtney said. She was still flushed and giggling. "Lauren must be home from work."

They scrambled to get dressed.

"She has to have the worst timing..." Rob muttered.

Courtney laughed at his grumbling as she pulled a pair of pants on.

"You feel cheated of snuggles?" she asked in a cutesy voice.

Rob grinned at her. "Not snuggles, the things they usually lead to."

"You don't like snuggling?" she asked in an adorable 'hurt' voice.

"Of course I do," Rob said, hurriedly trying to recover.

He approached her and went to hug her, a wicked grin curled on her lips.

"Oh, you little..." he muttered as he realised she was joking.

"God, you're too easy Rob," Courtney said with a sly grin.

Rob shook his head and chuckled to himself as they left her room. He squeezed her ass as they descended the stairs, earning himself a swat and a playful scolding. Lauren greeted him knowingly, and wished him a happy birthday before he left. Courtney gave him a long, wet kiss before he left. He listened to the CD she had made him as he drove, staggered by the thoughtfulness of the gift. Each song was perfect for displaying some aspect of their relationship, the lust, the love, the fun, and the confusion.

Rob's happy buzz started to wane as he entered his neighborhood, and had all but evaporated as he went past the front gate and drove up to the house he had called home for the majority of his life. As he stepped through the front door he braced himself.

"Robby!" Jane exclaimed.

Rob smiled when he saw his excited sister. He had left early that morning to spend as much of the day with Courtney as he could, so she had been sleeping. She was home for the break, and he was glad to have her here. The house lacked the joy and light she brought to it, and as she hugged him he began to feel at home for the first time since Christmas.

"Happy twentieth!" she said happily. "My baby brother's not a teenager anymore."

Jane let him go and looked up at him. She was fairly tall for a girl, though her brother far exceeded her height. Her hair was a tawny color, a warm sandy brown with hints of red and even blonde. Her twinkling hazel eyes had more green in them than his, though was similar enough to mark them as siblings. This was heightened by the similarities in their features, though whereas Rob's were masculine Jane's were all feminine.

"How was your date?" Jane asked as Rob went up the stairs.

"Good," he replied.

She followed him into the bedroom. "What did she get you?"

"She made me a CD," Rob said.

"Ooo, kinky sex noises?" Jane asked.

Rob's cheeks grew pink. Jane was the only person apart from Courtney who could embarrass him this easily.

"No, singing. I've told you she can sing, right?"

Jane nodded. "Yes, and she's beautiful. And she's funny. And she's smart. God, you sound like me."

She said it as though she were tired of hearing her brother talk about his new girlfriend but she was eager to learn more about Courtney. Jane had had her misgivings at first, her awareness of Courtney's reputation making her wary, but Rob's assessment of her was all positive, which was rare. If Rob had a fault it was that he expected people to live up to the standards he set for himself. That meant the standards their mother's father had set for him.

It was an almost chivalric code that was perhaps honorable in some ways, but in Jane's opinion too unyielding. She had adored her grandpa, but she had never been as close to him as Rob had. Jane was convinced it was his passing that had led to Rob's decline in the months leading up to his breakup with Jenna, and perhaps was even the cause. He had not been himself. He had been moody, spending far too much time alone, and she had been gone and so unable to help pull him through it.

Now he was happy again, he was his usual self. The Rob who she teased and the one who was perhaps a little oversentimental, but in a way that was charming. He was back to being her little brother. The siblings chatted while they waited for their parents to arrive to celebrate Rob's birthday. It was a quiet affair, mercifully without incident. Jane had observed a change in her brother's attitude towards their father.

Gone were the days where he simply submitted to the patriarch's will. He was becoming rebellious, and she could see her father did not like it. Rob had never been troublesome, he got the right grades, he dated the right girl, and he had good hobbies. Unfortunately, in their father's view, those hobbies had become passions, and that was when things had started to break down.

Jane had been gone for much of the fighting that featured in the closing months of Rob's high school career, but she knew that he had won. He was following her path, and she knew it could not be easy while still living under their father's roof. She had run, she had gotten out, but Rob stayed. He endured.

Dinner was quiet, yes, but it was not unpleasant. Rob was given the customary envelope containing a cheque for an amount of money Jane knew to be more than generous, and then they returned home together.

Jane had gotten to her room before she heard the shouting. Male voices, her father's and Rob's, yelling at each other. They had the same tone now, low, almost growling in their anger. It intimidated many, including Jane, so she remained in her bedroom until it had quieted. She heard Rob's footsteps move down the hallway and the door to his bedroom slam shut, and sighed. Jane changed into her pajamas and then crossed over into Rob's room. She knocked on his door and then entered.

Rob was sitting at his computer, scanning the usage data for his app. Jane sat at the foot of his bed, hands clasped in her lap, her eyes staring down at them.

"What did you fight about?" she asked.

"He's calling in a favor," Rob replied.

Jane nodded. "What does he want you to do?"

"Meet with someone," Rob said.

"Who?" she asked.

"The CEO of IMECO's daughter," he said. "Apparently she's in town for the break, and he's scheduled a meeting between the two of us tomorrow."

Jane nodded. "Did you tell him about Courtney?" she asked.

"Yes," Rob replied.

"What did he say?" Jane asked.

"That I am to stop seeing her immediately. That she is below me, and that I am to find a proper 'woman'," he said.

"At least he didn't hit you," Jane said. She sighed as she lied back on his bed.

"He can't hurt me like that now and he knows it," Rob said. "I'm not fifteen anymore."

He climbed into bed, still dressed for dinner. Jane came close to him and rested her head on his shoulder, holding his hand compassionately. Jane could see where his thoughts were going.

"It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done," she told him.

"He's not going to hurt you again," Rob said. His voice cracked slightly tears tried to come unbidden. "He won't hurt anyone I love again. No one's going to hurt her or anyone else."

"I know Robby," Jane said.

Jane remembered the day she came out. Her own screams as their father tried to beat the 'filth' out of her, the shouts of her mother for him to stop, the frozen look of terror on Rob's face. Then there had been the thaw, the rage as he had thrown himself in their father's path only to be completely unequipped to handle the enraged man and quickly cast aside. Seeing him now she knew that would not happen again. He was a man now, no longer a scared boy.

He had someone he loved, and he was not going to give her up without a fight.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 07



Author's Note:

This is the seventh installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I really appreciate all of the feedback. Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 07



She and Wayne were having trouble and Courtney suspected this was an excuse for Amy to get dolled up and remind Wayne what he would be losing if he did not smarten up. Courtney received a call as she was getting ready. She glanced at it and saw that it was from her mother. She had been calling a lot lately, but Courtney had been ignoring her. Courtney was happy right now, and she did not want her mother to ruin that for her.

She let the call to voicemail.

Rob arrived, dressed in a pair of jeans and a dress shirt that was a deep shade of green. Courtney approved, it drew out the green in his hazel eyes and made his dirty blonde hair look a little extra golden. Rob did a thorough job of complimenting Courtney's appearance as they drove to the club, approaching hyperbole at times. His car drew attention as the turned into the parking lot of the nightclub. Rob was about to get out of the car when Courtney stopped to hand him something that made his eyes widen.

"I thought we could have a little more fun," she said with a grin.

"Courtney, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked.

"Rob, this is probably the last time we're going to be having a proper date for a few weeks. We're going to have as much fun as possible," she said.

"It's... It's already inside you?" he asked.

Courtney nodded the affirmative. Rob glanced down at the remote to the vibrator that she had handed him. He pushed the button, and Courtney jumped slightly as the bullet inside her began to vibrate wickedly. Rob turned it off and she relaxed once more.

"I'm going to torture you with this tonight," he warned her jokingly.

"As long as you make me cum good and hard after I don't care," Courtney told him salaciously.

She leaned over the center console of the car and kissed him long and deep, giving his package a gentle squeeze before pulling away and exiting the car. The two of them walked hand in hand towards the club. Rob reached casually into the pocket of his jeans and gave Courtney a jolt of stimulation that made her stumble slightly in her heels. She walked stiffly towards the clubs entrance, and squeezed Rob's hand tight for support.

There were two levels to the dance club. One was for the twenty-one and over crowd and one for those below the drinking age where alcohol was not served. This meant that high schoolers were in attendance as well, which became obvious as Courtney was openly ogled while she waited with Rob for their friends. Their stares made Courtney uncomfortable as the vibrator hummed inside of her, but the exhibitionist part of her found it slightly thrilling.

Amy arrived, wearing a dark blue dress that even Courtney would describe as bold and had Wayne drooling. She even seemed to attract Rob's attention, which was rare with him. Courtney swatted him playfully and he grinned at her.

"Sorry, things jiggling, eyes drawn," he said.

Courtney swatted him again as Amy came up to them, but was giggling. She was too confident in how Rob felt about her to get jealous. The sound became a gasp as Rob turned up the intensity of the toys vibration. The extra stimulation only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make Courtney's cheeks flush. Rob shut it off when Amy neared. Amy hugged Courtney and they waited for Brianna to arrive.

Courtney spotted her first, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that might as well have been painted on and a metallic silver top that revealed a few inches of her stomach. Brianna always knew how to dress herself, Courtney thought approvingly, and was hopeful that her friend would have some fun that night. The blonde was incredibly beautiful and very sweet, but not being openly out made it very difficult for her to find a romantic partner.

Rob activated the toy again, which interrupted Courtney's thoughts and made her jaw tighten slightly.

"Hey," Brianna said. She had dangly gold earrings on that had diamonds attached to the ends, and a matching the stud in her pierced navel which peaked out from the bottom of her top. She gave Courtney a ponderous look, noting the slightly flushed state of her friend despite the evening being fairly cool. Rob shut the toy off, laughing to himself.

They got into line for the under twenty-one side. The thudding bass line of the music inside permeating through the wall. Rob took Courtney's hand as they entered so as not to be separated, and they found a table for the five of them. Brianna looked slightly out of place without a date, and Courtney wished she had had the foresight to invite someone else single along. Deciding to take matters into her own hands she grabbed Brianna's hand and started to drag her to the dance floor.

"Get us some drinks?" she called over her shoulder to Rob. "We're just going to dance for a bit, we'll be back."

"Alright," Rob called back as Courtney disappeared into the mob. He was not worried about her if she was with Brianna. The blonde might have seemed a bit meek, but her father had a black belt in judo and had made sure his daughter could more than handle herself. She taught a course in women's self defense two nights a week at the club her father was a part of.

Wayne joined Rob as he went to the bar to get some sodas.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Wayne asked, talking about Amy who he had been gazing at stupefied since he had picked her up at home.

"Yeah," Rob replied.

"I swear, she's descended from Helen of Troy or something, I swear," Wayne continued.

"Right," Rob said.

They procured their drinks and returned to the table Amy had stayed at to save for them and waited for Courtney and Brianna to finish their dance.

Deep within the mob of warm bodies Courtney was swaying with Brianna. The blonde seemed to be having a good time, and moved with Courtney agilely. Courtney nearly stumbled again when the toy began to rumble inside of her unexpectedly. Brianna noticed the change in Courtney's gate, and saw a line form on her friend's forehead as she tried to supress the pleasure the vibrator brought her. Courtney and Brianna were good and sweaty, particularly between the legs in Courtney's case, before they returned to the table for their drinks.

The vibrating ended and Courtney sat down beside Rob at the table. She gave him a scolding look while he looked at her innocently. She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed it while the five of them talked. Brianna talked about her classes, she was taking Communications Studies. She and Rob got along well because of it; he was a bit of a news junkie himself. Wayne seemed fascinated by the pendant hanging from a chain around Amy's neck, and had an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Mission accomplished, Courtney thought to herself as she observed the couple. She saw Rob reaching into his pocket out of the corner of her eye and stiffened. Rob felt her grip on his thigh tighten involuntarily as she braced herself for the influx of stimuli, so he denied her of it, holding his hand in his pocket and leaving her on edge. Just as Courtney relaxed he pushed the button, going to a higher setting than he meant to, and caused Courtney's eyes to widen while her hand to clamp down on his leg.

Rob hurriedly stopped the vibration, but Brianna had clearly noticed Courtney's reaction. Courtney took a sip of her soda awkwardly, wishing for something stronger, and grinned sheepishly at Brianna who had begun to blush. The conversation continued, made somewhat difficult with the music surrounding them. A few boys came over, asking Brianna to dance. She declined politely as she always did, even one which Amy insisted was 'delectable'. Wayne's arm tightened around her at that comment.

Brianna blushed as he left. "He's not my type."

Rob could not help the snort of laughter that escaped him, which earned him a kick from Courtney, which in turn earned her another jolt from the vibrator that left her teetering on the precipice of climax. That was the thing about using the toy like this. It was the anticipation of stimulus as much as the stimulus itself. It was the public venue and the risk of embarrassment. It was the relinquishing of power, and the playfulness. All of it had Courtney flushed and sweaty, and she'd hardly even danced yet.

Wayne brought up the subject of his cousin moving out again. Rob had expressed an interest in taking the vacant room at the apartment but they had not yet finalized anything. Amy decided that she was tired of sitting around and hauled Wayne off into the mob of people. It was funny to watch the difference in height, Amy was barely over five feet and Wayne was six and a half feet tall. His head floated above the crowd as he let himself be pulled by Amy who quickly became invisible.

"You two should go dance," Brianna told them over the music.

"Are you sure?" Courtney asked.

The blonde nodded. "Yeah, I'll be alright."

Courtney wished again that she had invited a sixth person, but desperately wanted to get Rob out on the dance floor. She grabbed his hand and they walked out onto the dance floor, adopting a similar stance as to the one they had danced in on the night of Courtney's New Year's Eve party. Rob had not gotten any better at dancing, but matched Courtney's movements well enough as she started oscillating her hips in front of him.

Rob could not help but stare into her eyes. The warm dark pools gazed back at him with a mixture of playfulness and love as her movements foreshadowed everything she wanted him to do to her body later. He left the vibrator dormant inside of her, but it still filled her, shifting inside of her channel as she rubbed against Rob. Her rich musk of perfume and sweat floated up to Rob, ensnaring him in the spell of lust and desire she cast upon him.

The outfit was carefully calculated, accentuating her curves and presenting them most favorably. Her makeup was wisely applied, making her eyes pop out and turning her lips a rich red color. The blush she had put on was redundant with the natural flush she had on her cheeks, a pink tint on her olive skin that spread down to her throat as her breasts pressed against Rob and rubbed against him. Her hand slid up his back and her fingers ran through his sweat dampened hair, and she squeezed his ass with her free hand.

Rob held onto her waist, feeling the motions of her hips and using them to guide his own. As he grew confident in their pattern his hands began to roam. One slid behind her and upward, the other going over her hip. The backless blouse allowed Rob to press his hand directly against her flesh, the warmth of her body bleeding into his sweaty palm as they writhed together. Courtney smiled up at Rob and he returned the grin, leaning down to kiss her.

Rob's hand left her back and cupped the side of her face as they kissed tenderly. His kissed her neck gently and the two gyrated together with Courtney's breasts squashed against him. Sweat brimmed on Rob's brow. The heat of her body and all the others around them causing perspiration to bloom out of every pore. Courtney squeezed his ass and pulled him down to her with the hand at the back of her head as he repeatedly kissed the sensitive spot of her throat located below her ear. Courtney turned, forcing her ass against his groin and rubbing against it.

While she was looking away Rob slid his hand into his pocket and activated the vibrator. He felt Courtney stiffen against him as she pressed her ass to his groin, and he ground against her as she remained locked in place for a moment. This was more intense than the restaurant had been. There was more touching, and there were many more people. Courtney's pussy soaked her panties, a slight trickle of her femininity making its way down the inside of her thigh, only to be caught by her stocking.

Rob's hands came around her and rested on her stomach as she pushed back against him. They danced as the toy hummed inside of her. It seemed to be stimulating her G-spot directly. He reached down to squeeze her thighs and pull her against him as they moved together. Nobody watching would doubt that they were lovers. Their bodies were in synch, and the desire for each other radiated from them. Every motion declared the lust one had for the other, and every touch bellowed their need to anyone with eyes.

Rob felt her stomach tighten beneath the thin material of her shirt as she came for the first time. Her body became still against his as her legs shook. Rob pushed against her harder, and Courtney moved as she came. Her muscles shifted and her body stiffened. It was like an intense heat going through her, a warmth that brought immense pleasure and made her feel slightly apart from her body. Rob kept her grounded by holding onto her tightly. His familiar scent keeping her from drifting away completely.

The orgasms were not as intense as the ones she had during sex, but they were more than enough to make sweat bloom in every crevice and make her legs wobbly. Rob helped Courtney remain standing as the crests hit her over and over again, and watched as she entered a delirium of bliss. Sweat caused the stray strands of hair from her ponytail to stick to her face and neck. She shut her eyes as she continued to grind against Rob. Feeling his hard-on push against her as she came repeatedly in front of him and all the other dancers.

Deciding she had had enough Rob reached into his pocket and shut off the vibrator. He saw Courtney relax and the two continued dancing for a while longer. A slow song allowed for some romantic spinning and gentle caressing. It lead to an affectionate kiss before they returned to the table with Courtney leaning on Rob for support.

Brianna had attracted attention, being an incredibly attractive girl all alone at a table, but she had managed to successfully fend off any would be suitors. She had watched the writhing mob of dancers, glancing appreciatively at some of the female attendees, but generally just sipped at her drink.

Courtney gulped down her soda and Rob left her with Brianna to get her another one which she downed quickly as well to replace the fluids that she had lost in sweat. She was flushed and very hot. Once she had recovered she and Brianna danced again. Courtney kept waiting for Rob to fire up the vibrator again, but it remained still inside of her. The night drew to a close, and as the five of them departed Brianna pulled Courtney aside for a quick talk.

"I'm worried about Karen," she told Courtney.

Courtney blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I've seen her at the gym on campus, she always looks exhausted," Brianna said. "Are she and Adam fighting?"

"I don't think so. I talked to her earlier today," Courtney told her.

Brianna still looked concerned.

"Do you think something's wrong?" Courtney asked worriedly.

"I don't know. She doesn't talk to me at all anymore, she just glares at me," Brianna said sadly.

Courtney sighed. "It's because she thinks you tried to break her and Adam up."

"Why would I do that?" Brianna asked.

"To hurt her. She thinks you don't like her, remember?" Courtney replied.

"Yeah, but... We were friends leaving high school. You know I wouldn't do that," Brianna said, turning the last statement into a question.

"Of course I do. You're crazy about her," Courtney said.

The blonde girl looked away awkwardly.

"Why don't you tell her how you feel?" Courtney asked.

"It'd freak her out," Brianna said.

"Karen's not as fragile as you seem to think," Courtney told her.

"And she's not as strong as you think she is either," Brianna replied. "Look out for her. I think there's something up."

Courtney nodded, accepting the warning. Karen had been evasive lately, and Courtney decided that she was going to be more persistent about spending time with her.

"Oh, and another thing. Are you okay?" Brianna asked. "You've been really weird all night."

Courtney blushed. "Ah, yeah. I'm fine."

"You're sure you're not sick or anything? You've had a flush all night," Brianna said.

Courtney nearly laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure. Just... The weeks been a bit lonely. Me and Rob haven't... you know... in a while."

Brianna blushed. "Oh."

"Do you need a ride home?" Courtney asked.

Brianna shook her head, recovering from her embarrassment.

"My mom let me borrow her car," she said. "I think my parents are just happy I'm going out again."

"Maybe you'll meet a girl if you do," Courtney said.

Brianna smiled sadly. "I've met a girl. Only problem is she isn't gay, and she's dating a douche bag."

Courtney laughed. "Rob isn't that bad."

Brianna grinned. "Sorry babe, wasn't talking about you."

Courtney pouted. "Why not? I'm not hot enough for you?"

"Oh, you're plenty hot. I'm pretty sure I've made a few drunken passes haven't I?" Brianna asked.

"One or two," Courtney said. "They were classy passes though. Really endearing."

Brianna laughed as they rejoined the group.

Rob curled his arm around Courtney's shoulders as they walked to his car, keeping her warm in the chill of the April night. They got into Rob's car and he drove the two of them to his house. His parents were out at a show and would not be home until well past midnight, giving him and Courtney a few hours of alone time. Courtney had grown used to being inside the empty house; she had yet to meet either of his parents, or any of his family for that matter. Though she had heard plenty about Jane.

As they stepped through the front door Courtney planted her lips on Rob's, finally letting herself lose control like she had been wanting to all night. Rob closed the door behind him clumsily and fought to keep up with the intensity of the kiss. They had not had a proper evening together for a few weeks, and were unlikely to have one again for quite a while, so both were making the most of this time. Courtney pushed Rob against the door, kissing him aggressively as her hand slid down his front.

It curled over the growing bulge in his jeans, her fingers tracing its outline teasingly as her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out. Rob met her tongue with his, and slid his hands down her back, sliding them over her ass. He spun her around, making her gasp slightly as she impacted the wall beside the front door. His hand went to the back of her head, massaging the nape of her neck as her ponytail tickled his knuckles.

Rob's hand slid down her ass and over the back of her thigh, pulling up on it as he thrust forward with his hips. Courtney rose her leg, curling it over his hip as he stepped forward and pushed his groin against hers. She felt his hand leave her neck, but did not realize what mischief he was going to get to until the vibrator began to hum inside her once more. Courtney moaned against his lips, and she felt his curl into a wicked smile as he continued to kiss her deeply.

"You're evil with that thing," she told him breathlessly.

"You put it in," Rob said. "Don't play the game if you can't handle it."

"Oh, I can handle it," Courtney replied. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, making him inhale sharply.

The back of her hand pushed against her pubic mound, trapped between their bodies. Rob's hand went over her breast, and squeezed it through her top as he fondled her ass through her skirt. He ground his groin against her, and pushed her hand against her mound, her knuckles rubbing against her clit through her sodden panties. Courtney was wobbly on her supporting leg, a pedestal already made unsteady by the shoes she was wearing becoming outright precarious as her arousal was heightened. Rob felt her teetering and reached down for her other leg, grabbing hold of the back of her thigh and pulling it upward.

Courtney let him lift her, and wrapped both legs around him as he pushed up against her with his hips. He kissed her up against the wall, and her hand slid out from between them to pull his mouth to her as she kissed him desperately. Her skirt rode up, her crotch pressing against his groin as he rubbed against her. Courtney moved her hips against him, dry humping him as he pinned her against the wall and the vibrator hummed away merrily inside of her.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 07



Rob took two handfuls of her ass beneath her skirt and squeezed her firm buttocks as he kissed her. Courtney squeezed her legs tight around him as he pulled away from the wall and started towards the stairs. It was a long journey up, but Rob held firm and tread carefully. His shoes clopped along the hardwood floor as he finally reached the hallway that led to his bedroom.

Courtney was attacking his mouth savagely and grinding against him, leaving a damp spot on the crotch of his jeans as her juices soaked through her panties and into the denim. Rob pushed her against the closed door of his room and she reached behind herself, finding the door knob and opening the door for them. Rob carried her past the threshold before walking carefully to his office desk. He sat Courtney down on top of it and continued kissing her, feeling her strong legs squeezing him tight to her.

Rob pulled back and she followed him, her feet touching the ground for only a moment before he was turning her around and bending her over his desk. Courtney watched from over her shoulder as Rob took a step back and admired her in this pose. Her skirt rode up high enough to expose the fringe of her thigh high stockings, her legs straight and taut, and her feet still strapped into the ridiculous heels she had worn. They were very sexy, Rob had to admit, despite their impracticality.

Courtney waited impatiently, eying him lustfully. He came forward once more, pressing his hands to her buttocks over her skirt, sliding upward and grabbing her shirt as he went. Courtney let him pull her shirt over her head, but he left the lacy black bra she wore beneath. He pulled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Her pussy peeked out from between her thighs, the crotch of her black lace panties darkened with her juices.

Rob ran his hands admiringly along the lacy trim of her panties before looping his fingers around the waist band and drawing them down to around her knees. Her glistening pussy was revealed, her nectar leaking out from between her shiny labia, a glistening trail running down the insides of her thighs after the multiple orgasms and constant teasing of the evening. The retrieve cord of the vibrator dangled between her legs, and Rob reached forward.

Courtney expected him to remove the vibrator, but he kept it in, instead choosing to tease the engorged lips of her pussy. She moaned as he reached beneath her and teased the swollen bud of her clit in his exploration of her vulva. Rob slid two fingers along her slit his other hand squeezing her ass cheek. He pulled her buttock to the side, exposing her anus as his fingers slid along her perineum and went to the tight opening.

Courtney gasped as he teased the little circle, his fingers slick with her juices, before sliding down between her legs once more to collect more of her nectar. The bullet continued to vibrate inside of Courtney, her pussy producing fresh juices for Rob to harvest and spread around, and soon her anus was gleaming as much as her labia. Courtney felt Rob step away, and watched him from over her shoulder as he went to a drawer in his desk. He returned with two items: a bottle of lube and a condom.

"Oh fuck," Courtney moaned, her head tilting forward and her eyes shutting as she prepared herself for what Rob was going to do.

They had not had anal sex many times despite Courtney's enjoyment of it. It just sort of slipped between the cracks, an activity that was at the bottom of their 'to-do' list. The whole thing did not fit with the usual spontaneity that they tried to maintain since Rob insisted on using plenty of lube and a condom to prevent discomfort for Courtney. Personally she would have been fine if he had just tried shoving himself inside her and go wild, but knew that was impossible.

Rob popped the cap on the bottle of lube and squeezed a dollop directly onto her puckered anus. He used his middle finger to spread it around, teasing the sphincter and pushing the tip of his digit inside the warmth of her chute. Courtney's body was radiating heat, her arousal was intense and quite evident in just the way she was breathing and drooling nectar from her pussy. Rob reached into his pocket and turned up the intensity of the vibrator, sliding his finger further into her as he did so.

"Rob!" Courtney groaned, nearly cumming. Rob squeezed out more lube, being quite generous with it before pressing a second finger against her anus and sliding it inside her rectum as well. He sawed them in and out, preparing her for what was to come. Rob could feel the pulsing vibrations of the toy inside her vaginal canal against his fingers through the wall that separated the two, and could only imagine how it would feel when he finally got his cock sunk inside of her.

One of Courtney's hands clutched the side of his desk, the other found no purchase and so simply balled up and beat against desk as he got her ready for his cock. When she felt his fingers slide out from her and heard his belt buckle being undone Courtney could not supress the tremor of excitement that ran through her. Rob slid something forward across the top of the desk, pushing it towards Courtney. The remote to the vibrator

"Turn it off if it gets to be too much," he said as he let his pants fall to around his ankles.

Rob's cock sprang out, jutting proudly from his body, and pulsing with virility. He ripped the condom open and rolled it over his shaft. Rob smoothed out the latex and put the empty packet on the desk before grabbing Courtney's left hip with one hand and taking his manhood in hand with the other. Moisture glistened on Courtney's flesh from the small of her back down to her tailbone, the cleft between her buttocks glimmered with the lubricant Rob had spread around in preparation for what was yet to come.

Courtney's hold on the corner of the desk tightened as she braced herself, the hum of the vibrator seeming to grow in volume, like an obnoxious bee vibrating between her legs. Rob pried apart her buttocks with one hand and pressed the head of his cock against her glistening anus. He applied pressure, the reluctant sphincter yielding to the pressure he applied to it and engulfing the helm of his shaft in the warm depths of her rectum. Courtney's heart hammered in her chest, juices leaked out of her pussy as she struggled not to cum just from the penetration.

Rob eased more of his organ inside of her, shifting back and forth, packing his cock into her tight rectum. She was well-lubricated and not as inexperienced in this as she had once been, but it still took time for Rob to be able to fully burrow inside of her hot chute. It gripped him like a fleshy vice, embracing him tightly, squeezing around him possessively. Courtney did not want to cum just yet so she pushed the button on the vibrator to turn down the vibration.

However, in her aroused state she had inadvertently hit the button to raise the intensity, causing the toy to intensify its stimulation of her drooling cunt.

"Whoa," Rob sighed as he felt the vibrations through the wall separating her rectum and vaginal canal.

Courtney fumbled with the remote, realizing then that she really did not know what the controls did. She wound up putting it on pulse, surges in vibration that sent tendrils of electricity up and down her spine and into Rob's bloated shaft. Courtney gave up, discarding the remote in defeat and bracing herself against the crests of stimulation. Just having Rob inside her ass was overwhelming enough, having that infernal toy inside of her as well nearly had her in the throes of an orgasm.

"I can feel it," Rob told her.

He ran his hands along her back, spreading apart to either of her sides and dragging back down along her flank. Muffled vibrations hit the underside of his cock, vibrations which send surges of intense pleasure through Courtney's entire body.

"So can I," Courtney gasped, squirming on the desk in front of him. He tried not to laugh at the predicament she had put herself in.

Rob's hands returned to her waist and then slid over her buttocks. Courtney's squirming pushed her ass back against him, making him slide further into her. His balls brushed against her as she was fully impaled on his swollen organ, and he began to move gently behind her. He squeezed her buttocks, deforming the firm buns beneath his palms, prying them apart as he moved against her. His range of motion increased, a third of his length sliding in and out of her slick rectum.

"Is that alright?" Rob asked cautiously.

"Yeah," Courtney replied, her voice strained.

Everything felt so full. His cock stretched her, and the toy made its presence known by revving inside her pussy like a hot rod before a drag race. The membrane separating the two cavities was stretched by his engorged shaft, forcing the sensitive walls of her rectum against the vibrating toy. Perspiration bloomed on Courtney's forehead as she struggled to get used to the combined sensations that tested the limits of her body.

Rob made sure to go slowly, and kept asking her how she found it. She was breathless, teetering on the brink of something huge, and she was 'fine'. He kept working himself in and out of her slowly, gradually increasing the length of his strokes. Rob's balls grew slippery as lube trailed down them, and began to bat against her dripping pussy at the bottom of every thrust. He put more weight behind his thrusts, which pushed Courtney against the edge of the table. This caused her engorged clit to rub against it.

Courtney cried out, a jolt of pleasure rushing through her from the sensitive point. Rob continued to saw his shaft in and out of her gleaming hole, meeting little resistance now that the lube had been spread into her furthest depths. The tightness surrounding him was incredible, as was the heat inside her rectum. The toned muscles of Courtney's back shone with her sweat in the warm light of the desk lamp.

Rob slid his hands upward from her ass and kneaded that gleaming flesh, working his hips in regular motions. Courtney's clit brushed against the corner of the desk when he thrust into her with a little extra force, a jolt similar to the first she had experienced running through her. This time however, she could not pull back. Rob felt the muscles of her back tense and her buttocks clench around his shaft, trapping him inside of her as she came violently.

Courtney's pussy clamped down around the vibrator, its persistent humming pushing her body to its max as it kept her on her high for a very long time. A high groan left her, the insides of her thighs getting wetter as a fresh flow of her nectar escaped her. Rob gripped her shoulders, leaning over her and kissing the nape of her neck. The fine hairs on her flesh stood on end as pleasure assaulted her body, every nerve ending seeming to activate at once and pouring bliss upon her in surplus.

She was still shaking from her previous orgasm when her buttocks relaxed enough for Rob to move once more. He began to rock his hips, making Courtney moan pleasurably as her still sensitive body began to be worked towards another peak. After her first release Courtney seemed to reach a deeper state of relaxation, making thrusting in and out of her more comfortable. He slid in with relative ease, and grew more confident as he fucked her.

"Harder," Courtney gasped.

Rob kept his hold of her shoulders and did as she said, moving more quickly and putting more power behind each thrust. His pelvis slapped against her softly, the slaps growing louder as Rob began to work himself into her with increasing intensity.

"Oh fuck Rob, that's good," she groaned.

Rob grabbed her waist and began taking her harder, though still far more gently than he would have if he had been in her pussy. The toy continued to send vibrations through his cock, making it hard to keep going now that he was moving more inside of her. Courtney came again, her body tightening around him and writhing on the top of his desk. Rob was going to have trouble concentrating on work now that he had the image of Courtney's body contorting in blissful agony on top of it.

She recovered more quickly this time, and Rob resumed fucking her at the pace he had set earlier. He was close, and she was spent. Courtney was barely holding on, she leaned forward to keep the weight off her legs, causing her sensitive clit to push more firmly against the edge of the desk. She might have cum again, Rob was unsure. He was barrelling towards his end himself at this point. If she did it was nothing compared to the orgasm she had a moment later.

Rob had brought it about. He had grabbed her by the back of her right thigh, lifting it and pushing her forward so more of her body weight was crushed against the desk. He rose higher, pushing down and forward into her ass as the inside of her thigh pressed against the wood of his desk, her knee bent awkwardly as he forced more of his shaft into rectum. This hadn't been what had made her cum so explosively, it was not the increased pressure or the extra penetration.

It was his hand forcing itself beneath her from behind and finding her clit.

Rob groaned as Courtney cried out, cumming with her as she was staggered by the violence of her climax. He slammed his cock as deep inside of her as he could get, his cock swelling inside of her, hypersensitive to the extra pressure her rectal walls applied to it and the rhythmic vibration of the toy lodged inside her sodden cunt. Then he began to cum.

Courtney had not being lying when she told Brianna that it had been a while since she and Rob had been together. Their lunch time rendezvous four days earlier had been the last time Rob had had an orgasm. He had a great deal of cum stored up, and all of it seemed to want to get out at once. Courtney wasn't sure she'd ever felt Rob ejaculate that hard or for that long. Her orgasm had been intense but Rob's seemed to go on and on.

Thick ropes erupted from his shaft, surging into the condom, filling it as his turgid organ throbbed inside her. Rob groaned raggedly as he came, squeezing Courtney's waist tight as he bucked into her in short powerful thrusts, draining his cum bloated balls inside of her. When it finally ended Rob's legs were unsteady and a sense of satisfied exhaustion filled him. He slumped over Courtney, his cock continuing to twitch inside of her, trickles of semen flowing into the condom.

When those last dribbles had stopped flowing he remained hard inside of her for quite a long time. He held his spent erection inside of her as it slowly wilted, and his cum leaked out from the condom and down his balls. Courtney felt Rob's lips press against the nape of her neck, and then come around to kiss her beneath the ear where she liked before drawing out from her. His erection still had some stiffness, but it was quickly flagging. He turned off the vibrator and slid it out from her soaked pussy.

For the first time in hours she was empty. Courtney remained slumped over the desk while Rob discarded the condom. He had to practically lift her to get her to his bed. The two lay together, Courtney facing away from Rob, making soft sounds of contentment as he kissed her shoulders and ran one hand over her stomach while the other massaged the back of her neck and scalp. She smelled incredible, a combination of her perfume, shampoo, and sweat.

Rob tried to undo her ponytail, but had difficulty so Courtney did it for him, letting her chocolate locks free. His hand ran through them, straightening them, her scent growing stronger as he buried his nose in it. Despite the number of times she had cum, having his hands on her like this quickly made Courtney horny once more. Her ass pushed back against his groin, his soft cock pressing against the slopes of her buttocks. The flaccid organ slid along the slippery crack of her ass, slowly responding to her motions.

Courtney rolled over to face him, smiling at him as she drew him in for a kiss. Her lips pressed against his, softening as their mouths widened and their tongues found each other. Rob ran his hand through her hair, pressing it to the side of her head as they kissed. Courtney returned the gesture, toying with his hair as they kissed. Rob's cock stiffened between them, pressing against Courtney's thigh and making her giggle softly into the kiss.

Courtney could not believe the joy Rob brought her. How safe and well-loved she felt with him. She kissed him playfully, tasting his mouth deeply, sliding her tongue along his until the tingling between her legs became unbearable. As if able to sense this change within her Rob pushed against her shoulder and she rolled onto her back. He got between her legs, her thigh-high stockings sliding smoothly against his skin. Rob kissed Courtney's throat as his hands went beneath her, sliding up along her back until he came to the clasp of her bra.

With practiced ease Rob undid the fastener, and the garment grew slack around her ribcage and freed her breasts from its possessive clutches. Courtney grabbed it and pulled it off as Rob's hands moved beneath her, his weight settling against her. Her lower body shifted against him as his lips pressed against hers once more, and her lace stockings dragged along his calves. His cock grew stiff between them, and pressed against her stomach as he kissed her tenderly.

Courtney reached down between them, and took hold of Rob's shaft and guided the head between her legs. The helm brushed against the swollen lips of her pussy as she guided it to her slick opening. Rob pushed forward and sank into the incredible warmth of her sex. The wetness surrounded him, the walls of her channel expanding to accommodate his girth as more of his shaft entered her. Courtney's tongue slid along Rob's, growing clumsy as he penetrated her and made her moan pleasurably.

Rob entered her fully, and settled between her legs with his erection throbbing inside her warm, wet sex. He lay on top of her, moving only slightly as he kissed and caressed her. There was no need for foreplay, but both were quite tired and though their bodies wanted further release this quiet and slow lovemaking was best. Rob cupped Courtney's breasts, squeezing them carefully, feeling their ripe fullness. The firmness of the flesh, the stiffness of the nipples, and the way the mounds fit in his hands.

Rob's mouth left Courtney's to go to her neck, her hips squirming beneath him, stirring him inside her channel. He rocked against her, matching her slow motions, and listening to her breathing change as her arousal grew. Her nipples were rigid between his fingers, standing erect from the proud swells of her flesh and surrounded by wonderfully circular areola of the same dark fleshy pink. His mouth followed the line of her elegant collar bone, tasting the salt from the dried sweat on her flesh as he went along.

The urgency of Courtney's motions increased beneath him, she pushed back into the bed and then upward, making more of his shaft leave her before sliding back into her snug-fitting sex once more. Rob maintained his unhurried pace, gently meeting her more frantic motions with calm, fluid thrusts. Courtney shifted beneath him as he pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck, another one of her erogenous zones. Rob knew most of them now, and used them to tease her mercilessly when he wanted to.

Teasing was not what he was doing now though. He was admiring, he was exploring, he was appraising. His thumbs dragged across her nipples, toying with them before his hands widened once more and he scooped up the flesh of her breast. He squeezed them once more, massaging the sensitive mounds as his tongue snaked down her sternum. Saliva glistened on her flesh, and he inhaled her perfume from between her breasts as her soft swells surrounded his face.

Rob kissed his way along the slope, Courtney's motions beneath him becoming irregular, causing his cock to bump and prod different spots inside her channel. One of her hands went behind his head as he took a nipple into his mouth, holding him to her breast as he applied suction. He enveloped her areola with his mouth, sucking and swiping his tongue along the tiny bumps surrounding the much larger protrusion of her nipple.




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Rob flicked his tongue across the sensitive point, making Courtney moan approvingly. Her hold on his head tightened as she drew him tighter to her chest. He moved his hips at the careful rhythm he had set, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy with ease. His fingers squeezed down on her nipple, tugging on it as he applied more suction to the other erect point. Courtney's legs tensed, squeezing around him and drawing him further into her.

Rob's mouth went to her other breast, his thumb working her glistening nipple as he drew the other into his mouth. He squeezed her breast, scooping it up in his hand and bringing the stiff bud to his lips. Courtney squirmed beneath him, both hands cradling his head to her chest as he toyed with her nipple. Soft moans escaped Courtney, her body growing hot once more. Rob drew his head back and pressed his lips to the soft skin between her breasts.

His tongue slid downward, and he shifted, his cock starting to withdraw from her.

"No," Courtney moaned. She wanted him inside of her. She squeezed her legs tight, holding him inside of her.

Rob grinned up at her from between her breasts. He reached behind himself and there was a brief struggle as Rob fought to unlock her legs from around him. The two wiggled on the bed, Rob managing to pry Courtney's legs apart and slip out from her. She sighed unhappily, but the sound became a hum of approval when he pressed his lips to her diaphragm. Rob held her sides, his thumbs pressing into her abdomen and his long fingers curling around beneath her.

Rob pressed his lips to the gentle line of definition that ran down the center of her upper abdomen to her tight little navel. He left big wet kisses down her lean stomach, his hands sliding down her flank and over the swell of her hips. Courtney's lustful scent wafted up from her sex, the heat billowing from her center like an oven. The trim muscles beneath her soft skin shifted as Courtney moved, her hand pressing against the top of his head, pushing him down to between her legs.

His mouth came to her freshly shaved pubic mound, the smooth skin soft beneath his lips. Courtney gasped when his tongue slid between his lips and flicked across her clitoral hood. He pulled away from her vulva then, shifting back over the edge of the bed, settling on his knees on the ground below it. His grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Rob slid his hands down to her thighs, his fingers brushing against the edge of her stockings.

Rob drew the stocking of her right leg down, exposing the smooth flesh as he went. He kissed the ankle of her right foot, and slowly left a teasing trail of kisses down the inside of her leg. Courtney watched his progress, biting her lower lip in anticipation of his mouth coming to her pussy at last. She whimpered when his lips skipped over her labia, and pressed against the inner portion of her left thigh. Her scent was pungent here, her nectar gleamed temptingly on her delicate folds, but Rob resisted.

Rob looped his fingers around the upper band of her stocking. He pulled it down slowly, kissing the flesh as it was exposed all the way to her ankle. Now completely naked, Courtney lay back on Rob's bed, her legs parted, her pussy glimmering between them, beckoning to him. Unable to resist any longer Rob brought his mouth to those folds, flattening his tongue against her labia as dragging it the along the full length of her sex.

"Hmm." Courtney moaned contentedly, letting her head fall back to the mattress as Rob's tongue navigated around her shiny vulva.

Rob's tongue straightened and flicked across her clit. Courtney gasped from the sensation, and then brought her hands down to grasp his hair. She did not guide his motions, she simply held him, letting him know that she liked what he was doing by tightening her fingers around his dirty-blonde locks whenever something felt particularly pleasurable. His lips grew slick with her nectar, and the taste of her filled his mouth as he slid his tongue into her channel.

"Oh!" Courtney whimpered shakily. Her hips tried to buck up against him but he tightened his hold on her and kept her still. His tongue delved deeper, his mouth widening over her vulva, applying suction as he wriggled his tongue inside of her. Courtney moaned, her hold on his hair tightening and pulling him to her pussy. His hands slid upward, going over her breasts and cupping them as he drew his tongue in and out of her pussy, swirling around the entrance teasingly at the top of every stroke.

Rob massaged her breasts, his fingers trapping her nipples between themselves and squeezing. Courtney cried out, her legs tightening against Rob's forearms as he held her open. Courtney's hold on his hair grew unsteady as her orgasm rippled through her, a low long rumble that preceded a soaring peak when Rob's mouth surrounded her clit and applied suction, his tongue flicking across the engorged bud.

Courtney's body convulsed on the bed, her spine curled and a violent exclamation of lust escaped her. Rob kept her legs spread, but she fought against his arms as she seized on the mattress above him. Her stomach tightened, her chest thrust up against his groping hands, their nipples each gleaming with his saliva. Then she fell back to the bed, her breathing coming in gasps, little aftershocks running through her.

Rob wiped his mouth off with the corner of his comforter before rejoining her on the bed. Courtney pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him adoringly as she reached between them. Rob exhaled sharply when she gripped his semi-erect shaft and began to stroke him to full stiffness. He kissed her deep, running his hands along her body, reinforcing the memory of her form with touch. They rolled with Courtney straddling Rob's thighs.

Courtney came forward, her lips joining his as she guided his erect manhood to her pussy. The head was now nestled in the damp folds. Sweat, saliva, and her juices coated her sex, pre-cum joining the mixture as it dribbled out from the slit of Rob's cockhead and was smeared along her labia. Courtney pressed the helm to her opening and pushed back against it, the turgid organ prying past her entrance and burrowing deep inside of her.

Courtney purred against his lips as he entered her once again, savoring the sensation of his cock sliding back into its rightful place. Rob wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as they rocked their hips against each other. One of his hands buried itself in her hair, the soft tresses surrounding his fingers as he pulled her mouth against his. Their heads tilted, their mouths moving between kisses as they caught their breath.

Courtney began to move more, the range of motion of her hips increasing. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her stiff nipples dragging across his pectorals as she rubbed against him. Rob's hand slid down her back, his fingers splaying out over her lower back, and feeling the movement of her muscles as she worked her hips against his cock. She concentrated, flexing her internal muscles to make her tunnel constrict around him.

There was something about his cock that could not be beat. Its shape, its length, and its girth, but most of all that it was alive. Toys were fun, but they were just playthings. Rob's cock was so much more, it was for making love. Courtney kissed Rob luxuriantly, relishing the intimacy of his touch and the tenderness of their joint motions. Rob sucked air in pleasurably as she braced herself on his chest, rising up to ride him. She gasped breathlessly as she drew herself up and down his swollen member.

The wet sounds of her sex sliding against his cock filled the stillness of the room, their pleasurable exhalations and the gentle creaking of the bed joining the din. Rob watched as his shaft disappeared inside her pussy, the engorged lips of her sex enveloping his turgid organ, making it glisten with her arousal. Her breasts moved as she did, unrestrained and free to bounce in whatever wild pattern the impact of her body against his sent them.

Rob reached up, cupping them and holding them still for her while she rode him. Her body glistened with sweat, her flesh cast in a golden glow by the lamp still shining on his desk. Rob bucked upward to meet her, squeezing her breasts and clenching his buttocks to thrust up into her. Courtney moaned as she rode him, her hair whipping wildly around her, sticking to her sweaty face and tickling her as she went.

Her chocolate mane billowed behind her like a knight's standard, and her legs ached pleasantly as she continued pushing herself up and down the length of his rigid organ. Rob's upward motions helped her to bounce, her ass rippling at the bottom of her thrusts as he rode him hard. Their motions became synchronized, more elegant than the dancing they had attempted earlier that night and also far more direct in the pleasure they gave. Stripped bare, and truly united, the two found true harmony.

Rob pulled Courtney down to him, kissing her, their hips shifting and rocking together. They rolled together, Courtney spreading her thighs and letting Rob settle between them without being dislodged from her sex. His hands slid up along the backs of her thighs, spreading them apart as he bucked into her, pushing them wide as he leaned forward and kissed her. His hips sawed back and forth, long deep strokes that pushed both of them to the limits of their endurance.

Courtney lay back as Rob took his turn in motion, his hands sliding under her and curling around the backs of her shoulders. His hips worked harder against her, the pace and force increasing as they kissed. Rob's mouth went to Courtney's throat, her moans flowing freely from her as his hips drove forward, slapping against her each time he bottomed out.

"Rob!" she cried breathlessly, her hands splayed across his back.

Courtney's hands balled up into fists as her orgasm hit her, her pussy seizing around Rob's cock as he entered her deep and held it inside her quivering cunt as her body stiffened beneath him. A series of violent shudders went through Courtney, making her body tremble with their intensity. Her fists beat against Rob's back, and her juices flowed down his scrotum and coated his cock. Rob held on by a hair, straining to hold his load back as Courtney's body implored him to cum inside of her.

Rob let go of Courtney's legs, letting them splay around him as she lay on her back exhausted. He kissed her along her jaw, making her smile tiredly before his mouth came to her hers. Courtney pushed gently against his shoulders and he rolled back over, sighing pleasurably as she kissed his throat. His cock slid out of her as she descended, her full lips pressing against his sternum and her tongue teasing his nipples as she went.

Courtney shifted downward, his erect cock dragging against her stomach and sliding between her breasts as she pressed her lips against his abdomen. Courtney squeezed her breasts around his shaft, the slippery pole sliding between the heavy mounds as she kissed his stomach. Rob's hips bucked gently, his cock sliding in the tunnel of flesh formed by her breasts. Courtney drew herself further down, taking him in hand and gripping his sensitive shaft as she began to stroke him.

Her mouth went to his balls; they tasted of sweat and cum, both hers and his. Courtney hummed pleasurably as the taste of their combined fluids filled her mouth. Her tongue went higher, sliding along Rob's proud shaft, the taste even stronger there. His organ twitched in her hands, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. Courtney teased the head with her tongue, grinning to herself at the response she got. It was rare for Rob to be at her mercy like this.

She did not tease him unduly, enough to be playful, gentle swipes of her tongue against the hyper-sensitive head of his cock before enveloping it in her mouth. Courtney bobbed up and down his length, tasting herself on his shaft, her fist stroking him as her hips dragged along his slick pole. Her dark eyes stared up into his, Rob's hazel orbs mostly golden as they reflected the warm light of the desk lamp back at her.

His abdominal muscles flexed and rippled as he fought his release, warring with himself to experience this pleasure for as long as possible. Courtney maintained her motions, knowing it was just a matter of time. Rob's hand pressed against the side of her head, holding her hair away from her face. The other gripped the bed sheet tight, balling it up as his head tilted back and a low groan escaped him. Courtney felt the first jet of his cum impact the roof of her mouth, and she kept pumping his shaft as he came.

As much as he ha cum earlier, Rob seemed to still have a lot left in reserve. Courtney had to swallow down his seed as he ejaculated into her mouth, thick streamers of the hot white substance spewing out from the throbbing member trapped between her glistening lips. She hummed contentedly as she drained him of his load, the pungent taste filling her mouth. Her stomach was filled with it, the thick, sticky substance sliding down her throat and into her warm belly.

Courtney squeezed his cock, urging the load out, making Rob groan with pleasure as she took all he fed to her. When the flow ebbed, Courtney continued to bob up and down on his shaft, the last few dregs of semen trickling out as she pumped his slowly wilting shaft. She cleaned his cock with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva and collecting every last speck of his seed before letting the now flaccid organ slide from between her lips.

A profound feeling of tiredness overcame the two of them. Courtney dragged her body up Rob's and rested her head against his chest. He caressed her lovingly, pushing her hair away from her cheek as she pillowed her head against him. Rob's caresses grew tired, his hand growing still as a thought went through his mind.

Mom and Dad will be home soon.

Rob glanced down at Courtney, seeing that she had fallen asleep. It was a rare sight for Rob, he normally fell asleep before she did and she nearly always woke up before he did. She looked younger when she slept, untroubled and peaceful. Her body pressed against his, loosely held in his embrace. Rob decided she could stay like that for a little while longer. He did not want to pull her out of that state of happiness. He held her gently, his own eyelids growing heavy.

Courtney's breasts pressed against him, her breathing lulling him into a deeper state of relaxation where the notion of his parents coming home seemed distant and unimportant. His eyes closed. Just for a second, he told himself. Then that second was a minute, and that minute became an hour. And soon both were deep in slumber as the garage door opened somewhere far away from them, and the footfalls of Rob's parents echoed far away from their peaceful dreams.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 07



Jane's eyes glinted green as she watched the beautiful young woman's face contort into an expression of uncontrolled bliss, her white teeth exposed as she gritted them against the force of her body's release. Her sweet nectar flowed onto Jane's tongue and along her fingers as she squirmed pleasurably on the bed. Nishma's body relaxed, and her hold on Jane's hair slackened. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled down at Jane who was grinning broadly between her legs.

"You're so beautiful," she told her.

Jane's grin grew into a smile. "You're just saying that because you're all dizzy."

"I do seem to be having trouble seeing straight," Nishma replied with a brilliant smile that made Jane want to kiss her.

Instead she kissed the smooth inside of her lover's thigh and drew herself up further along her body. They had similar builds, long and slender, with narrow waists and flowing legs. Jane did not have a type exactly, but Nishma definitely fell into the category of what she found appealing in a woman. Her own breasts were smaller than Nishma's, though suited her sleek body. Nishma cupped them, her hands dark against the pale flesh of Jane's breasts, her fingers squeezing on the pink nipples that capped them off.

They kissed, their tongues dipping into each other's mouths as they enjoyed their morning frolic. Nishma pushed against Jane's shoulder and she allowed herself to be pushed onto her back. The girl's hot mouth pressed against her throat and squeezed her breasts, making her shift her hips in anticipation. Nishma's dark hair veiled her face as she paid Jane's breasts the attention due to them.

They may not have been large, but they were exquisitely shaped, wonderfully round and firm. Perky, flowing swells thrust out from her chest. Nishma's mouth teased their beautifully pink nipples, each a tight little circle with a proud point sticking out from them in her arousal. Her lips kissed down along the swells and came to her stomach. Jane sighed as Nishma followed the pattern set out by the few stray freckles of her lower abdomen down to her cleanly shaved mound.

Nishma's tongue slid along Jane's pink slit, the labia already shimmering with arousal, her fresh, sweet scent filling her nostrils. Jane reached down and pushed Nishma's long dark hair away from her face, and settled back against the pillow. Nishma gripped her by the waist, moving her tongue in slow, swiping motions. Jane was starting to lose herself in the pleasure of the girl's ministrations when a very rude sound erupted to her right.

Jane sighed irritably. She glanced over at her phone, seeing that Rob was calling her.

"Who is it?" Nishma asked.

"My brother," Jane replied unhappily.

Normally she would be pleased for a call from her brother, but this one could not have come at a more inconvenient time.

"You should answer it," she said from between her legs.

Jane sighed. "I suppose."

Nishma laughed softly. "We have all day."

Jane pouted. "I know. But it's my turn."

"You're adorable," Nishma told her.

Jane retrieved her phone and pressed her fingers to her lips to silence her before swiping her finger over the screen to answer it.

"Hello Robby, to what do I owe the privilege of you interrupting my pleasant morning?" she asked.

"Uh, I might have fucked up," Rob said.

Jane's eyebrows arched in interest. "Oh?"

Nishma looked curious as well.

"Um, you remember when you snuck that girl Gabby in that one night and then snuck her out without Mom and Dad noticing?" he asked.

"Hmm. Gabriella, yes I remember," Jane said. "You would have liked her," she told Nishma. "She had these cute little dimples right above her—"

Rob heard a feminine giggle, not his sister's.

"Jane, who are you talking to?" Rob asked.

Courtney was pacing in front of him, nervous and worried.

"Nishma," Jane replied.

It took Rob a minute to put the pieces together. The 'pleasant morning' he had interrupted, and the presence of a giggling female.

"Oh God, Jane," he groaned.

"What? I don't interrupt your intimate moments with Courtney with strange phone calls about adolescent mischief," Jane replied.

"Rob, for God's sake..." Courtney hissed at him.

"Right," Rob said, getting back on topic. "About that 'adolescent mischief', how did you get Gabby out of the house?"

"Snuck her downstairs while Mom and Dad were sleeping," Jane said. It had been quite simple really, a bit nerve wracking but not particularly difficult.

Rob nodded. "Okay, what would you have done if say... You both fell asleep and they were downstairs having breakfast?"

"Oh God, you didn't," Jane said.

"What is it?" Nishma asked, her head still between her legs.

"My brother's an idiot," Jane replied, starting to giggle.

"Hey," Rob whined.

"Oh for God's sake, give the phone to Courtney," Jane said. She was going to help, but she also wanted to speak to the girl who would make her brother act so foolishly.

Rob hesitated. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to help," Jane replied in a voice one would use with a kindergartner.

Rob looked at Courtney for a moment, the phone buzzing in silence.

"What?" Courtney asked.

"She wants to talk to you," he said, holding out the phone to her.

Courtney looked uncertain for a moment but took the device and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said cautiously.

"Oh, you do have a lovely voice," Jane said softly. She had a gentle voice herself, soft and soothing, but with a quality of mischief. In a strange way it sort of reminded Courtney of Rob's voice, it had similar patterns, but was definitely feminine.

Courtney blinked. There were many things she thought Jane might say, but that was not one of them.

"Uh, thanks?" she replied.

"Now, what's happening?" Jane asked.

"I'm dressed for the club, in your brother's room, and your parents are downstairs," Courtney replied.

Jane paused for a moment. "Alright, what are you wearing exactly?"

Courtney described her outfit from the previous night while Rob watched her.

"Hmm. Sounds sexy. Too sexy to meet the folks I suppose," Jane said.

Courtney blushed. "Uh, yeah."

Rob could not believe it. Even now Rob had trouble getting Courtney to blush, and Jane had done it in under three minutes. He was starting to see why it was Jane always seemed to have a new girl in her bed.

"Okay, can you get to my room? It's right across the hall," Jane said.

Nishma was getting antsy between Jane's legs, the scent of her drawing her in. Jane breathed in when Nishma's tongue pressed against her labia, pushing her back.

Jane covered the receiver with her hand and grinned at her overeager lover. "Not yet."

Nishma pouted and rested her leg on Jane's thigh, gently caressing the other with her hand.

Courtney spoke again when she was in Jane's room.

"Okay, so what are your measurements?" Jane asked.

Rob heard Courtney list off some numbers and letters, recognizing them as her bust, waist and hip measurements. What the hell is Jane doing? He wondered.

"Well, I see why Rob finds you so appealing. You're very... proportionate," Jane commented after Courtney had given her dimensions to her.

Courtney blushed again, glancing at Rob.

"What did she say?" Rob asked.

"Nothing," Courtney replied.

"God he's nosy," Jane said.

Courtney tried not to laugh.

Not to be ignored Nishma brought her mouth to Jane's naked pussy, reminding her of the beautiful woman in her bed. Jane sighed, letting Nishma play for a while, and drifted off from her conversation with Courtney.

"Uh, Jane?" Courtney's voice came.

"Yes?" Jane asked. "Oh... right, sorry. I'm dealing with two naughty girls this morning," she said scoldingly to Nishma, who grinned as she once again rested her head on her leg.

Rob saw Courtney shift uncomfortably.

"Alright, so basically none of my bras are going to fit. Your mammaries have too much mass to fit in my more modest cup size," Jane was trying to keep Courtney laughing by using unusual words. Humor was the best way to get through things sometimes.

"I hate them sometimes," Courtney said of her breasts.

Jane laughed. "Well, they certainly have caused an issue. I imagine you have a bra of your own, so it doesn't matter that much anyway. My panties should fit you if you have none of your own," Courtney blushed at that comment, "so you can have a pair of those. I'm a bit too tall for you though, so my jeans are out. Try a skirt, there should be a purple one. It's long, ideal for early spring..."

Courtney went into Jane's closet, finding a vast collection of clothes. 'Her reserve' she called it. She rummaged through it until she found what Jane was describing, and managed to put together what would be a rather cute outfit.

"Okay. So, clothes done. Next, you need to clean off the makeup. Go to my bathroom," Jane said.

Courtney looked around, seeing a door. She went to it and Rob watched as she entered the bathroom that adjoined Jane's bedroom, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh, this is nice," Courtney said.

"Yes, I got it as a 'guilt' present after my father's reaction to my tastes in lovers. I'm quite fond of it," Jane said. "Now, hand the phone back to my brother and get cleaned up."

Courtney did as she said.

"You idiot," Jane said to Rob. The warm, soothing voice she'd been using on Courtney become cold steel.

"Jane, I..."

"How could you put that poor girl in this position?" Jane asked angrily.

It was rare for Jane to show any sort of temper, particularly towards her brother. Nishma was surprised by the display herself. She took hold of Jane's hand, holding it gently as she saw the anger in the young woman's face.

"I didn't mean—"

"Do you realise what you've done to her?" Jane asked. "Mom and Dad will never respect her now. She'll always be the tramp who fucked their son under their own roof and then slinked down the stairs the following morning."

"But she's going to—"

"Mom's reading in the study," Jane said.

"How do you...?"

"Rob it's Saturday morning. Mom always reads at least one novel on the weekends, and she starts her drinking with her coffee and bailey's. You might get past her, but there's no way you'll get Courtney out of the house without Dad seeing her," Jane said.

"Then what..."

"You're going to pretend that she's there on purpose," Jane said.

"What?" Rob asked.

"You're going to tell Mom and Dad that you invited Courtney over for brunch and forgot to tell them," Jane told him.

"How will that..."

Jane interrupted him again. "Ideally it won't come to that. Obviously the first thing you do is try to sneak by the door of the study without Mom noticing Courtney, but that's highly unlikely. Even if you do, Dad is most likely in the kitchen and will see you the second you pass by. He likes to read the news on his laptop at the kitchen table."

Rob didn't ask how Jane had come to be so familiar with their family's movement patterns.

"But how will we convince them that she's just got here?" he asked.

"You'll say you let her in through the back," Jane told him.

Rob frowned. "Why would I do that?"

"Because there's no way she could have come in through the front without Dad seeing her," she said.

Rob rolled his eyes. "Yeah, obviously. I mean why would I let her in around back instead of through the front door."

Courtney heard the discussion as she washed the makeup from her face, clearing away the evidence of the previous night before returning to Jane's bedroom and changing into the outfit they had arranged. Her fingers shook and she felt mildly ill as she did the buttons up on the blouse. She tucked it into the waist band of the long purple skirt. Jane's feet were half a size larger than Courtney's, making the flats she was wearing slightly uncomfortable to walk in.

Jane gave Rob a plausible lie to tell their parents, gradually growing more and more distracted as Nishma became more insistent in her attempts at coaxing Jane back into playing. When Rob heard Jane gasp in an intensely pleasurable way he decided to get off the phone as soon as possible. Courtney felt Rob's hand rest on her shoulder and she turned. His phone had been returned to his pocket and he leaned forward to kiss her gently.

"It'll be alright," he said. Courtney wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure himself or her, but she nodded.

The two crept out of Jane's room. There were three stages to this plan. The first was to attempt to sneak out, the second was for Rob to play off Courtney's presence as intentional if caught, and the third was to run away screaming. Admittedly Rob had added that third one to the plan Jane laid out. He led Courtney down the hallway, stepping as softly as they could as they came to the stairs. Rob came to the second level of the house and rose his hand to signal Courtney to stay where she was as they approached the open door to the study. He took a quick peek inside the room.

As Jane had predicted their mother was reading at the chair, she took a sip from her coffee, and her eyes remained trained on her book. He waved at Courtney for her to hurry across. She crossed quickly, a blur of motion that caught his mother's attention but she went back to her book after dismissing it as a figment of her imagination. Rob grinned at Courtney who smiled back and the two made their way down the remainder of the hallway to the staircase.

They made it down to the ground level without further incident, but Rob was wary. They had yet to see his father which made him nervous. Rob had allowed himself believe that they were actually going to get away with this when a voice appeared behind him.

"Robby?"

Rob jumped, turning.

"Aunt Deb?" he asked.

Courtney looked like a cornered animal, her eyes wide. Deborah was his mother's elder sister. Rob had not known that she was staying with them. She looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, an old nightshirt slung over her shoulders. Her dyed blonde hair usually carefully combed and washed hanging limply around her shoulders.

"Where's Uncle..." Rob began.

"Don is a moron," his Aunt told him. "A real asshole. Don't get married," she told Courtney.

Deb had come over to her sister's house after a particularly explosive argument. She did this on occasion, and although she was pissed with his uncle right now, he knew it would not be long before they patched things up. It was a short walk for his aunt to their house, she and her family lived next door to Rob's. His best childhood friend had been her son Richard, who was now at Harvard. In a weird way, Richard was Rob's cousin twice. Their fathers were siblings, and their mothers were siblings.

Courtney blinked. "Uh, okay."

"Robert?" his mother's voice came from the top of the stairs.

Shit.

"Mom," Rob said as she descended the stairs.

Courtney tried to melt through the wall. She tried to will herself through the drywall, insulation, and brick. Rob stepped in front of her protectively when his mother eyed her with interest.

"Who's this?" she asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Rob looked over his shoulder, looking at a rather worried looking Courtney. He felt ridiculous, sneaking around, hiding, and running way. He was proud to be dating Courtney, he loved her. She was smart, she was beautiful, and she was his. Rob could just imagine his grandfather's opinion of the way he had been acting, and felt ashamed of himself.

"This is Courtney, my girlfriend," he replied with new confidence.

Rob's hand came back and Courtney took it, stepping beside him. He told his mother the lie Jane had prepared for him, telling her that her father had dropped her off for brunch. Fortunately his Aunt Deb had discovered them near the front door. They had gotten lucky, and the lie was being bought. Courtney felt his mother looking at her, appraising her, judging her appearance. Something crossed her features, a sort of recognition, but quickly disappeared.

"How nice to meet you," she said. "I've heard so much about you, though not from Rob unfortunately."

Courtney bristled.

"Thank you, Rob's told me all about you and Mr. Kavanagh," she replied meeting the gaze Marilyn leveled on her.

Marilyn blinked, and her expression softened. She produced a warm smile for her son's girlfriend, deciding she liked her.

"Rob, you should have told me you were having Courtney over. I would have kept your father home. He's gone golfing," she said.

Deb rolled her eyes. "Such a boring sport. I can't understand what men find so fascinating about smacking a ball around with a club."

"I've found men have a fascination with spherical objects in general," Courtney replied, gesturing casually to her breasts.

Marilyn's eyes widened, Deb laughed, and Rob was not far behind. His mother joined them. The meal that followed was surprisingly pleasant. Courtney was soon the center of attention, as she usually was, charming Rob's mother. She gained confidence quickly, playing on Deb's anti-male sentiments to get laughs, while using the same feelings to compliment Rob for not being those things they found objectionable. This gave Rob the opportunity to compliment her in return, making the conversation flow with ease.

As much as Courtney was starting to relax she still could not get her father out of her mind. He might be panicking right now. The problem was she had left her phone in Rob's car and could not think of a way to excuse going out and making a phone call with it. So she sat through the meal, talking pleasantly, all the while knowing her father would have called her a dozen times by now. She only hoped that if he called Brianna she would cover for her.

The meal ended and the two politely excused themselves under the pretext of Rob giving Courtney a tour of the house. As far as his parents were aware Courtney had never been in their house before. They went out back, and Courtney retrieved her purse from the car, finding her phone. Rob was grinning, relieved that things had worked out so marvellously. Courtney placed a call home, frowning when she got the voicemail.

Then she noticed she had half a dozen messages on her phone, including a text message from her step-mother Lauren. Her face fell when she saw what it was, the ice in her stomach returning. Rob was talking excitably as they were walking back to the house.

"I thought we were fucked when..." Rob noticed Courtney's expression and stopped. "What's wrong?"

"It's... It's my Mom," Courtney said tears forming in her eyes. "She... she tried to kill herself."





Taken By The Wind Ch. 08



Author's Note:

This is the eighth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one. A special thank you goes out to Literotica username Seniya for taking the time to edit this chapter for me.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have been receiving some really kind words regarding this story, and it really is appreciated.

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max

***

Chapter 8:

Karen sat across from Courtney sipping her smoothie. Courtney had gone for her workout and then met her friend in the food court. Spring was in full force now, and that day the temperature had risen into the seventies, a rarity this early in the season. Courtney was wearing a denim skirt and a pink t-shirt, taking full advantage of the warmth of the day. Karen, on the other hand, had chosen to wear a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans.

They had gone shopping, but Karen had not bought anything. She seemed uncomfortable for reasons Courtney could not figure out. She had listened well to Courtney's retelling of the events of the previous two days, and had laughed at the predicament she had found herself in with Rob. But it had been perfunctory laughter, done because it was expected of her, not because she was taking any pleasure in the conversation.

"Karen, are you okay?" Courtney asked her friend after a few hours of this strangeness.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine," Karen replied. "Why?"

"You seem out of sorts," she said worriedly.

Karen assured Courtney she was okay, just stressed out about exams. The truth was her 'reconciliation' with Adam had not lasted beyond twelve hours, and he had not been very gentle with her when the two of them had blown up again.

"There's nothing else going on?" Courtney asked.

"No," Karen replied, "I'm fine". She smiled reassuringly, or at least attempted to.

Courtney wondered if she was seeing things that were not there, but Brianna's words to her were making her worried. Karen did not act like this unless there was something seriously wrong. Exams were not enough to take the joy out of her like this. She seemed tired, an exhaustion that went beyond what sleep could alleviate. They drove to Courtney's house in their separate vehicles, and the two watched movies on Courtney's laptop while doing their nails.

Courtney convinced Karen to let her try doing her makeup and styling her hair. Her course at the community college was going very well, her instructors loved her and she really enjoyed what she was doing. Karen let Courtney comb her hair, spray and work chemicals into it to make it look a certain way, and sat passively as she gently applied makeup to her face. Courtney's soft touch affected Karen; it made her more relaxed than she had been in weeks.

The gentle smiles, the careless caresses, the little smiles and sweet compliments, it made Karen feel like opening up. But she did not. He would hurt her. He would hurt everyone. Her happiness was as cosmetic as the beauty the makeup and hair products provided her. Karen drifted off as Courtney applied the finishing touches to her makeup.

"There you go," she said. "I think I did alright."

She handed Karen a mirror, and she looked into it. She looked lovely, her eyes popped dramatically, her elegant cheekbones accentuated, her hair framing her face and flowing smoothly. It made her happy for a moment, to see herself as beautiful for even a short breath, but then she noticed everything that was wrong beneath the makeup. Everything it covered up, like her long shirt covering what he had done. Karen pulled the mirror away and forced a smile on her reddened lips.

"You did great," Karen replied.

Courtney smiled. "It's not too difficult with you."

She came in closer, letting her hand press against the side of Karen's face. Courtney was about to kiss her, they both leaned forward, their lips pursing in anticipation, but then they both stopped.

"Adam," Karen said softly.

"Rob," Courtney replied.

They could not do that anymore. They both had someone. It was different when one of them lacked an intimate partner somehow, but now they were not supposed to need each other in that way.

Courtney smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"No," Karen replied. "I get it. I wanted to too."

Courtney nodded. "We can't though. I mean, it'd be cheating right?"

Karen nodded. "I think so." It was confusing. It was a different sort of love, it was not the kind she felt for Adam, or the kind Courtney felt for Rob. It surprised her how intensely she desired the intimacy Courtney could provide her, the comfort and companionship she had been lacking these past few months.

"We could..." Courtney didn't know what she was going to say. She missed the intimacy between them. It had been a part of their friendship, a part of their love for each other as friends. Now it seemed dirty when it should not have been. It had never seemed inappropriate before.

"I should probably get cleaned up and go home," Karen said.

Courtney looked disappointed. "Oh, okay."

Karen left the room, stepping over Winston who was sleeping in the doorway. After she cleared way the makeup they talked downstairs at the door. They said their customary goodbyes, teasing each other a little, making each other grin, but it was hollow. Courtney could sense something deeply wrong with Karen and it frightened her. Karen was about to leave when Courtney hugged her. Karen was shorter than the other girl, and Courtney drew her head downward to her chest.

It felt good, it felt really good. Her familiar scent filled Karen's nostrils, she felt protected, and she could feel the strength and love in that hold.

"I love you," Courtney told her softly. She squeezed her tight, trying to understand what was going on. Feeling inadequate but desperately trying to reassure Karen, trying to convince her to tell her what it was.

"I love you too," Karen replied eventually. "But I really do have to..."

Courtney realized she had been hugging Karen for too long, but she did not want to let go. Eventually she was forced to when Karen pulled away. Karen had a smile on her face, a genuine one.

"Jeez, I thought Rob would have taken care of all that," Karen replied, trying to brush off what was happening.

Courtney looked at her sadly. "It's a different need, Karen."

Karen looked nervous. "I know. I was just..." she trailed off.

"I know," Courtney said trying to force a smile.

Karen went to the door. "Well, bye."

"Call me?" Courtney asked.

Karen nodded, and then stepped outside.

***

Courtney hummed pleasurably, her hands buried in Karen's dark locks as her friends tongue moved with great agility across the tender folds of her sex. Her green eyes were piercing as they gazed up at her from her place between her thighs, burning with hunger for the bounty she was feasting upon. Karen held Courtney's breasts in her hands, the heavy mounds moulding to her grip as she teased the stiff nipples standing out proudly from the voluminous swells.

"Karen," Courtney breathed, her head tilting back luxuriantly as her friend's tongue swiped along her sensitive pussy.

"I'm so happy I left Adam," Karen told her.

Courtney had tears of happiness in her eyes. "So am I. You were so miserable."

Karen grinned at her. "And now we can share."

Rob appeared behind Karen, he was naked and his cock rigid from the spectacle of the two girls.

"Rob," Courtney said softly, a deep affection filling her.

Rob gave her his trademark grin as he sidled in behind Karen. Courtney watched Karen's expression become blissful as he pushed his shaft inside of her, her bright green eyes growing wide as he slid into her. Karen dove forward, her mouth going back to Courtney's pussy, her lips surround her vulva and enveloping it as she ran her tongue along her clit.

Courtney saw Rob begin to buck into Karen, long deep strokes that had her friend purring against her, sending vibrations through her clit.

"She feels so good Courtney," Rob told her.

There was no jealousy, not from Courtney. She loved both of them so much, seeing them together was beautiful. They seemed to glow, their forms radiating light as they moved together. Courtney watched Karen's brow knit together as she cried out, an orgasm crashing over her. Courtney ran her fingers through Karen's hair as her friend's climax overwhelmed her, knowing how potent the pleasure Rob brought could be.

"Courtney..." a voice came. Male.

"Rob," Courtney whispered.

"Courtney?" the voice came again.

Male, not Rob's... her father's. What was he doing here?

Courtney's eyes opened suddenly and she realized where she was.

"Courtney, time to get up," her father called through the door.

"Alright," Courtney called back shakily.

Her nipples were straining against the cotton of her t-shirt, and she did not have to check to know that there was a damp spot in the crotch of her panties. Courtney was practically panting as she sat up in her bed, swiping her hair out of her face. The dream had been the worst one so far. The worst one since she had agreed hold off going on dates with Rob while he was in exams. Ten days, how bad could it be? She had thought.

Idiot, she told herself.

This was the first time they had shown up together. Karen had been creeping in, but Rob had been dominating her dreams for months now. Phantom visitors in her sleep committing sordid acts with her. She did not want to think about what it meant; she was already worried about her depravity. Courtney got up and showered in preparation of school. Normally she would masturbate to take care of the extra sexual tension, but today she was going to see him again and it was going to be his job to take care of her surplus of need.

Her father drove her to school, and she kissed on the cheek him goodbye before reminding him that she would not be home until Sunday night. Rob's exams were over after tonight, and she for one was elated.

Courtney hated exams, she had discovered, perhaps more than Rob who was actually writing them. He was ignoring her, for reasons she understood but that did not change the fact that she was extremely horny and had not been with him in over a week. Her workouts had become grueling sessions of lust suppression. Rob had locked himself away, and the only contact she had had with him were the occasional phone calls that left her trembling with need.

Courtney wondered if there was something wrong with her at times, but she reasoned it only made sense that she would want to be with the man she loved. But she could not be, and it was torturing her. She understood his need for solitude, his need to concentrate, but to her mind he was over studying. Surely he felt like she did? How could he concentrate on force vectors when she wanted him to pin her against the wall and make love to her until she was just a sweaty mass of hair and slack limbs on the mattress.

She did not even notice how in her mind she had gone from the wall to the mattress. Her fantasies were devolving to just him being inside of her at this point. The thought of the sensation alone was enough to make her pussy dampen her panties. Courtney had even tried her vibrator, but the orgasms it gave her could not compare to the release Rob's, big, thick, pulsing...

"Courtney, are you alright?" Trisha asked her.

Courtney shook her head, finding herself back in the classroom. Oh God, she had drifted again. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, and she realized she had been grinding against it. Trisha was a woman she had made friends with in class. They had never hung out outside of school, she was older and had a daughter, but she liked her well enough. Courtney felt herself blushing and she picked up her pen awkwardly.

"Feeling a bit... neglected?" Trisha asked her delicately.

Courtney made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a mortified squeak.

"I get it. My husband's been out of town for two weeks for work, I'm practically climbing the walls," she told her.

Courtney laughed nervously and kept her eyes on the board in front of her. They were being given a lecture on marketing, something she did not find particularly interesting. Her mind drifted again, but she fought the impulse to start gyrating her hips like she had been earlier. Trisha looked at Courtney with amusement as her eyes took on a dazed quality, she was staring forward but was clearly somewhere else. When class ended Courtney fled from the building and got onto the bus.

This evening was Rob's final exam. He had had an intense exam season and was sure to be exhausted, but Courtney could not wait any longer. She needed him. She ached for him in ways that should not have been possible. She squirmed in her seat on the bus, and she was sure at least one of the male passengers sensed her nearly frantic state. God, she wished she had a car. She also wished the administration of the university had not scheduled Rob's final exam on the final day of the exam period.

Were they trying to start a one woman riot on their campus?

Courtney rode the bus to the university, Rob would not be done writing for another hour and a half but she was not going to wait any longer than necessary. His parents were gone on a trip to Florida, a business trip/vacation his father had arranged. His sister would not be coming home until the following week while she wrapped up whatever show it was she was acting in. This meant one thing: Rob's house was empty, and was going to be for the entire weekend.

Rob might think he was tired now, but by the time Courtney was done with him he would not be able to move. She went to the gym where he would be writing, waiting outside on the benches that lined the walls near the doors to go inside. Strictly speaking she should not have been there, but nobody bothered her. It was not like she could have helped Rob cheat, he was doing some sort of math that seemed to involve more letters than numbers.

Courtney swung her feet impatiently, and she shifted back and forth, her ass squirming against the bench. People were trickling out, but not one of them was Rob. She had not told him that she would be waiting for him. She did not want to distract him. Courtney knew she was damp between the legs, sweat and something more viscous, soaking into her panties. There would be no need for foreplay. Her nipples were rigid, her face was flushed, she was primed she just needed...

Rob.

His expression brightened when he spotted her sitting there. Courtney was up in a flash, her heavy bag slung over her shoulder as she practically charged him.

"Hey, what're..." Rob began.

He was cut off by Courtney's lips going over his. She pulled him down to her, her breathing shaky as she kissed him, and held onto him like she could not believe he was actually there. Rob had been supressing his own need, refusing his own desire and distracting himself with the world of numbers and laws. Now, with her hot body pressed against his, with her tongue sliding along his own, Rob's desire for her came over him like a tsunami.

Rob kissed her intensely, dropping his backpack and holding the back of her head, and drew her mouth up against his.

"God, I need you," he gasped.

"Now?" Courtney asked hopefully.

At that moment she was perfectly willing to find a broom closet or something. Rob had a little more control.

"No, home first," he said.

Courtney nodded. "Probably better."

They practically ran to Rob's car, hands linked. Courtney tossed her bag behind her seat next to Rob's backpack, and leaned over to kiss him. A kiss of longing for intimacy as well as the carnal release; though if they were honest with themselves it was mostly the carnal release. Rob drove quickly, risking fines and license suspension to reach the quiet suburb that he lived in. Courtney hated the gate, it took too long to open. She had a similar distaste for the front door, but as he opened it a sense of relief went through her.

Rob dropped his backpack and came forward. He bent down and looped his arms around Courtney's waist.

"Rob!" she yelped as he lifted her, carrying her slung over his shoulder up the stairs.

It was not a particularly romantic or dignified method of being transported, but it got her upstairs to Rob's bedroom quickly so she did not protest. Rob threw her to the mattress, making her bounce before settling onto her back. Courtney watched as he yanked his t-shirt over his head, and a tremor ran through her as her eyes took in the shape of his muscular torso. A peculiar sound escaped her as pulled his pants down and his rigid manhood sprang free, a whimper of need mixed with a moan of sheer lust.

Rob crawled over Courtney and his mouth pressed over hers, his lips hungry for hers. His hands pushed her skirt up, hiking it up around her waist and grabbing her panties. He pulled them down her legs, and tossed them over his shoulder while she tore her shirt over her head. He positioned himself between her legs while she wrestled with her bra, ripping it off from her, and freeing her heaving bosom in the process.

Courtney grabbed his bobbing erection and guided him to her entrance. She groaned with intense relief as she felt his rigid member slide into her. Rob sighed as he burrowed into her, his erection sliding easily into her already soaked channel.

"Rob," Courtney gasped airily as he bottomed out inside her.

It felt so good to be reunited again. They kissed one another as though they were starving for each other, which in a way they were. They remained still for a moment, their breathing heated as they made the minute adjustments. Rob's hands shifting to hold Courtney more comfortably, Courtney's legs widening and her heels pressing against the back of his calves. They looked at each other for a moment, their eyes glazed over with lust, the need rising in them, boiling over and exploding forth.

Rob began to move, drawing his hips back and pushing back into her. Courtney met his urgent thrusts, her abdominal muscles tensing in time with his as be bucked into her.

"Rob," Courtney breathed. He continued to fuck her, hard and fast, with long deep strokes that made his body slap against hers wickedly. He kissed her shaking lips, neither was going to last very long at this, Courtney was already near a climax. It felt like a piece that had been missing had finally returned and that she was whole once again.

Courtney would not have told Rob how much she had missed him, missed his touch, missed his lips, and missed his heavy breathing as he made love to her. It would have been too sentimental. Too needy. But she had, and he had as well. She could feel it in the urgency he put into his motions, he had been hungering for her just as much as she had for him. Rob had just done a better job at supressing it. He was better at compartmentalization. Now it was being released, and he was losing control far faster than he ever normally did.

Rob drove into her violently, grabbing her and pulling her up against him so that her chest pressed against his. Courtney wrapped her arms around him as she slid down on his shaft and he began to heave up as well as forward, his balls slapping against her with every ferocious motion. He penetrated her deep, and Courtney struggled to find her feet beneath her so she could half-ride him while he pushed into her.

Her breasts slid against his chest, their rigid nipples pressing into his pectorals, tickled by his curly chest hair. Courtney's feet pressed flat against the mattress, and with Rob sitting back on his heels she began to ride him while he thrust up against her, pulling her down onto his turgid erection. The friction between their bodies and the exertion of their lovemaking caused a layer of sweat to bloom between them, which made their bodies slick as they rubbed against each other.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 08



Courtney gasped, and her head tilted forward until it pressed against Rob's shoulder as she began to shudder violently. A strangely tender moment happened among the lust of their reunion. Courtney's legs were unsteady, forcing Rob to hold her up or she would topple back. His arm went beneath her, cradling her buttocks and pressing his other hand against her back, and he held her to him as she clung to him desperately. Her perspiring forehead pressed to his shoulder as she moaned tremblingly and came hard.

Rob felt her juices overflow his cock and trail down his scrotum, the sweet nectar of her bliss gliding down his flesh. He lowered her carefully to the mattress, kissing her flushed cheek as she grinned dizzily and continued to shake, a look of dazed joy on her face. She was giggling in her euphoria as she pulled him to kiss her, her laughter infectious as Rob kissed her back. They laughed together, both relieved to be together once again, and knowing that they had hours of this ahead of them.

"Okay to keep going?" Rob asked. He brushed a strand of sweat dampened hair away from her forehead and kissed her lips before she replied.

"Yeah," Courtney replied assuredly. She kissed him again, tilting her head and opening her mouth so that his tongue to find hers. "I want to be on top," she told him as she pulled away.

Rob smiled down at her and they rolled, swapping places gracefully. Courtney unzipped her skirt, dismounting to remove it before straddling him once more. She slid down his shaft, and sighed as he was returned to his rightful place. With Courtney above him, Rob began to push into her. She pushed back, and their bodies writhed in time with one another.

Rob trailed his hands up her sides, admiring the pattern of her tattoo as he always did before turning his hands inward and sliding them over her breasts.

"They missed you," Courtney told him.

Rob grinned at her. "Did they?" he asked playfully.

"Yes, you and your big..." she moaned in an exaggerated manner as she pushed back against his cock, "hands," she finished as he bottomed out inside of her.

"Big hands for big boobs," Rob said.

"They aren't just boobs," Courtney said.

"Tits, jugs, cans, ta-tas, 'the twins'," Rob listed off.

Courtney giggled. "Boulders, melons, bazooms," she continued for him.

"Puppies, fun bags, cans," he continued distractedly. Courtney had begun to move again.

"You said cans already," she told him with a devilish grin.

Rob hummed pleasurably as she rose up from his lap and lowered herself back down.

"Did I?" he asked distractedly.

"Yeah, you lost the game," she told him.

"Hmm... What's my penalty?" he asked.

"You have to cum on my 'cans'," she told him.

Rob groaned. "God I missed you."

"I was around you know," Courtney told him. She began to ride him more quickly, her speech becoming more breathless. "You could have had me anytime. I was all wet. In class, at home, on the bus," she told him as she rode him hard. "Needing you but knowing all I could have is my memory."

"And your sexy imagination," Rob breathed. He was barely listening now, and was fighting heroically to keep his load contained. Courtney pushed her chest forward, encouraging him to squeeze her breasts while she continued to move on top of him.

Courtney moaned. "That just made it worse. Thinking of your big... arms around me while I slept," she gasped.

"I'm pretty sure that's not what you were thinking about," Rob croaked. He was close, very close. Courtney knew how to move when she was on top of him, she would tighten the muscles of her pelvic floor which made her pussy constrict around him as she around him as she ascended and then relax them as she lowered herself back down.

Courtney's face was flushed, she was close herself. She began to ride him more quickly, seeing the need in his face. Remembering his penalty for losing their little game, Courtney rolled over, and Rob went with her. He drove into her, and grasped her by the waist as he pulled her onto his cock. Courtney wrapped her legs around his ass and he lifted her lower body from the mattress as his hips continued to pummel her.

Courtney's expression changed, an explosion of lust centering around her pussy radiating out through her entire body. Unable to last any longer Rob let her fall to the mattress and straddled her writhing body. Courtney gazed at him with eyes glazed with lust as her chest thrust upward, pushing her breasts towards his swollen organ. Rob took hold of his erection, his fist sliding along it rapidly, and then at last found his release.

Rob groaned gutturally, and Courtney moaned lustfully as the first cord of his cum erupted from the head of his cock. It clung to the swell of her breast, and was followed by the second and third shots. They crisscrossed her heaving chest, thick white streaks of his semen following the curvature of her breasts. Courtney shook through her orgasm as Rob drained himself onto her bosom, her own climax prolonged at the sight of his release.

He had denied himself release for the entire time they had been apart, and all of it seemed to want to evacuate his body at the same time. Courtney laughed gleefully as she watched him splatter her chest with his cum, stray beads landing on her neck and left cheek. When at last he was finished Courtney's breasts were covered in a layer of his seed. She was laughing with a bright smile on her face, her cheeks flushed from her own orgasm.

Rob ached with how beautiful she was.

He rolled away, spent, laying on his back, and panting while Courtney continued to laugh rapturously. He joined her, the euphoria his climax gave him making her laughter contagious. Rob watched her as she toyed with his semen, smearing it around over her breasts with the pads of her fingers. There was a lot there, more than he usually carried.

"My God Rob," Courtney said as she stopped laughing.

"I almost didn't make it," he told her.

"I would have had to punish you," Courtney told him matter-of-factly.

"Really?" Rob asked with amusement. "How?"

"My bum missed you too," she told him.

Courtney smiled when she saw Rob's semi-flaccid member bob at her words.

"Oh, he likes that idea?" Courtney asked.

She rolled over, her breasts still covered in cum. Rob felt Courtney settle between his legs, her glistening breasts hanging over his slowly receding erection. She lowered them down over his cock, and smothered it in the valley between her breasts. Rob felt a renewed surge of blood going towards his groin. Courtney felt his organ stiffening once more, it pressed up against her sternum as it once again swelled to full size.

Rob watched Courtney shift down, her mouth leaving a trail of tantalizing kisses down his stomach until she came to the organ protruding from his body. She sucked it into her mouth, her lips sealing around it as she began to bob up and down his member until it grew back to full mast. Courtney ignored the taste of herself on his shaft, this felt incredibly naughty, and what she was going to get him to do next was even more sordid.

Once he was fully erect Courtney pulled away from the bed, going to his desk. Rob watched her with curiosity, only realising her intention once she had returned. She had a bottle of lube in one hand, and a condom in the other. Rob's cock bobbed when he saw the wicked grin on her face, his cum still drying on her impressive bust. Thick cords clung to the swells of her breasts, with some of them smeared along the soft flesh from when Courtney had chosen to toy with them.

One particularly thick cord on her right breast ran from the upward slope of her breast all the way across to the underside along the diagonal. Courtney ripped open the condom and slid it over his stiff member, running her hand along it to smooth it out before grabbing the bottle of lube. She squeezed a glob of it over two of her fingers, and Rob watched her reach around to smear it along her anus. He realized then how much she really needed this, usually a lot of preparation was involved when they had anal sex.

Courtney's expression changed slightly as she pushed her fingers past her sphincter, spreading the lube around and loosening herself as much as she could tolerate. She wanted him back inside of her, and to stay there until she could not move any more. After she decided that any more lubricant would be superfluous Courtney straddled him, moving further up than she would have if he had been going into her pussy. She grabbed Rob's wrists, guiding them behind her so that his hands were over her buttocks.

"Spread them until I get it in," she told him with some trepidation.

Rob did as she said and she took hold of his shaft. She guided it by touch to her gleaming anus. She looked incredible above him, her cum streaked breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing as she braced herself for penetration. Her eyes shut, her whole body tense one moment and then relaxed as she let a breath out slowly. She sank down as her incredibly tight anus stretched around his thick organ. Rob hands kept her ass cheeks pried apart as she inched more of him into her.

They had not tried anal sex in this position before, but Courtney already liked it. It put her in charge. It let her control the depth of penetration and to adjust the angle so he hit just the right spots. Courtney discovered quickly that if she angled her hips just right she could get indirect G-spot stimulation. Rob noticed a change in her expression at this epiphany, her eyes closing as she adjusted the approach of her thrusts to just the right path.

Courtney looked incredible above him. She was at center stage in a seductive show for an audience of one. Her breasts gleamed with the evidence of their last lustful encounter, and swayed in time with her careful motions. Rob let his hands release her buttocks and brought them around to her sides, feeling the strength of her feminine form as it moved up and down his length carefully. Courtney's dark eyes were closed with pleasure. Her hands were braced on his stomach as she worked herself back and forth.

As she became more confident those motions became more confident. Rob's hands slid over her smooth thighs as she settled down against him, holding him inside of her, and feeling him throb inside her rectum before riding him more vigorously. Courtney did this for a long time, sweat forming a fine sheen over her stomach. The tightness of her was incredible, but what made this experience so toe-curlingly pleasurable was the look of absolute rapture on her face.

Courtney had yet to reach another climax, but many little crests close to them had crept up forcing her to slow down and just feel. Feel him pulsing inside of her, knowing that months earlier she would have been terrified to share this experience with him, and that months earlier he would never have let loose on her like he had earlier. They were comfortable with each other now; they respected as well as desired one another.

Courtney shuddered above him as one of these little stirrings went through her and she lowered herself down on his shaft. Rob reached between her legs, finding her clit with his fingers. He rubbed vigorously with his cock stuffed deep inside of her. Rob saw another shift in Courtney's expression, and watched with love as she surrendered to her body's demands.

"Rob!" she cried huskily. Her body went wild above his, vibrating with her release as she felt her orgasm ripple through her. He felt her tighten around his shaft as her buttocks clenched, trapping him inside her as she came. There were few moments when Courtney had looked more wantonly beautiful. Her face was flushed, a pink that spread to the top of her cum streaked breasts. Her body was coated in a thin film of perspiration that made her gleam in the lamplight, and made every curve and swell more prominent to the eye.

Courtney's hands remained flat against his stomach, her shaking arms locked tight at the elbows and holding her upright. When her climax had finally come to a close the tension left her limbs, and she slumped forward with his rigid organ still lodged inside of her. She panted above him, exhausted by the exertion of riding him and the intensity of her orgasm. Rob kissed the top of her head gently, stroking her back as she breathed heavily.

"God you're amazing," he told her softly.

Courtney hummed happily, and snuggled against him.

"Don't do it again," she told him.

"Do what again?" he asked.

"Make me stay away from you," she told him. "I hated it. It felt like we weren't... us. Like even when we were talking there was this whole part of our relationship we couldn't talk about because I was worried I would distract you."

She was right. Their relationship was as intense physically as it was emotionally. It had started with sex, and had grown into a deep affection through it. Rob regretted suggesting that they avoid it, even for the relatively short period they had.

"Sorry," he told her. "I'll have to plan it better next time."

Courtney kissed his chest, right above his heart. "The only good thing is how horny it's made you."

"Me?" Rob asked.

Courtney grinned at him as she rose back into riding position. "Well, I suppose maybe I've feeling a little... neglected," she replied, echoing Trisha's words earlier. They didn't embarrass her now.

"Oh, poor Courtney," Rob said with mock pity.

Courtney pouted cutely. "Robby didn't want to play with me."

"Oh, he did," Rob told her.

Courtney trembled slightly at the lustful tone of his voice. "Did you?" she asked, she began to ride him again.

"Yes," he said distractedly as she slid up his shaft.

"What did you think about?" she asked.

Rob hummed happily as she came back down and he was once more enveloped by her hot rectum.

"I can't remember right now," he replied distractedly as he was consumed by the sensations of sliding in and out of her.

Courtney shifted positions, rising up so that she was crouching on her feet above him. She leaned forward and braced herself with her hands on his chest, and began to ride him.

"Did you think of this?" she asked breathlessly.

Courtney had a wild look to her, her legs flexing, and her abdominals and buttocks working as she rode him. The position worked several muscle groups, and quickly tired her, but she valiantly kept going. Rob was too far gone to trust breaking his concentration on holding back his climax to speak. She leaned forward, and braced her hands on the headboard before riding him hard. She was well lubricated, but Rob worried that the pace she set was perhaps more ambitious than her tightly stretched rectum would allow.

However, Courtney kept going, her body working at pushing herself back against his cock. Sweat beaded on her brow, her mouth was agape as she breathed deeply, and her body gleaming with perspiration as she rode him. Rob saw her need in her face, and felt the renewed urgency to her motions. He gripped her by the waist, pulling her down onto his turgid member, bucking his hips upward to meet her. This made her groan wantonly, a low sound of breathless lust that stirred a deep hunger inside of Rob.

The stamina Courtney was displaying was incredible. Her body burned but she rode him ceaselessly, pushing them both towards climax. Rob brought one of his hands back between Courtney's legs, finding her clit and rolling it with his fingers. Her motions became less graceful, and her gasps more regular. She knew he wanted her to cum but she wanted him to as well. She was getting tired, and she did not know how much longer she could keep this up.

Rob continued to tease her clit, seeing Courtney's struggle, one which he had gone through many times. Ultimately, holding it back just made her release all the more intense. She cried out, nearly screaming as her hands clenched tight around the headboard, her nails digging into the wood as she slammed herself back against his cock and came. Rob had an unobstructed view of her as she climaxed, and watched as her muscles seized up and her orgasm crashed over her.

Courtney's face was framed by her dark hair, the tips of her long locks tickling his shoulders as it hung down, as if reaching for him. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she shook around his still erect member. Powerful surges of pleasure wracked her body, leaving her trembling as the intensity of her peak left her and she entered the later stages of her climax. She felt weak suddenly, and slumped down on top of Rob, her head resting on his shoulder as she panted.

Rob slid out from under her, his still erect cock standing at attention as he rolled her onto her side and re-entered her from behind. Courtney gasped pleasurably as he entered her, still sensitive from her previous climax. Rob held her around the waist, pulling her against him as they spooned. She felt his lips teasing along her shoulder, and kissing up along her throat until he found her favorite spot. Courtney cooed happily as he moved against her gently, and his hand pressed flat against her stomach.

The two remained quiet as he rocked against her. It was just enough movement to keep him erect while still giving Courtney a chance to recover.

"I want to try something," Rob told her softly, running his hand through her hair.

Courtney hummed contentedly. "Am I going to like it?"

"I think so," he said. "Just move with me, okay?"

Courtney nodded and he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. He grunted when his shaft bent uncomfortably until she settled on top of him. Courtney leaned back against him, his cock filling her rectum, stretching her. She was breathing heavily already; the depth of penetration was incredible.

"Now, just go with it," he told her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

Rob kissed her neck. "Just this," he replied softly.

He brought his hand around her, and his fingers found her clit. Courtney moaned, partially in anticipation of what he was about to do to her, and partially because it already felt so good. He began slowly, simply circling the stiff bud of her clitoris while he throbbed inside of her. Her shifting against him was enough to keep him erect, and became more violent as he pushed her towards her first climax he planned on giving her in this way.

His fingers dipped inside her soaked pussy, and probed the roof of her channel in search of her G-spot. Rob could feel the press of his shaft against the walls of her rectum through the narrow membrane separating the two channels. His thumb toyed with her clit, and his lips kissed her neck and shoulder, tasting her flesh as he felt her squirming against the pleasure his fingers brought her. The motions made his cock shift around inside of her, and pushed her closer to the edge.

Courtney felt it coming on, and her hand gripped his wrist tightly as her orgasm crashed over her. Rob felt Courtney's body convulse against his as she came, her ass grinding against him, and stirring his cock inside of her. Sweat formed between their bodies, and incredible heat radiated from the point of their union. The orgasm was not as intense as the one Courtney had had prior to it, and Rob continued. His fingers slid out of her and made swiping motions along the tender lips of her pussy.

"Rob," Courtney gasped as he burrowed the digits into her. They wriggled searchingly inside of her, becoming soaked with her sweet nectar as he explored her channel. He held her steady at the waist with his free hand, her writhing becoming harder to manage as he found her G-spot once more. He rubbed it insistently, sawing his finger in and out of her, and gradually built her up to another orgasm.

It came suddenly, quicker than Rob was expecting and more violent as well. Courtney's channel constricted around his probing fingers, and clutched them tight as she craned her head back against his chest and cried out. Courtney's life soon became a delirious state of pleasure as Rob worked orgasm after orgasm from her. Some peaks sent her higher than others, and Rob waited patiently until she had recovered enough to keep going.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 08



Her entire body felt tingly, pleasure seeming to fire off through every nerve ending she had. Courtney basked in it, and Rob struggled to hold his own back as she writhed against his invading member in her state of bliss. Eventually it became too much, her body became too sensitive, and Rob was forced to draw his hand away from her pussy. He kissed her neck sweetly as she panted, her eyes half shut, hooded lustfully as she gazed ahead sightlessly.

"How was that?" Rob asked her.

Courtney laughed weakly in response. "You've worn me out."

"You'll be ready again before long," he told her.

Rob rolled them back over onto their sides, and let her recover more comfortably. He slid out from her and left the bed, ripping to condom off his still erect member. He got into bed beside her, and lay on his back as she snuggled in close to him. Her hand reached down and grabbed the sensitive pole. She drew her fist up and down its length methodically.

"I think we should take a shower," she said as she massaged his shaft.

Rob sighed. Her pace was enough to preserve his erection, but not quite enough to push him over the edge. They laid there for a while longer, both watching her fist glide hypnotically up and down his swollen organ. Eventually they did as Courtney suggested, Rob's stiff manhood bobbing as they walked naked to the upstairs bathroom. They turned on the shower, and Courtney let herself get soaked under the warm spray, turning three-hundred and sixty degrees beneath the jet.

Rob watched her, and saw his dried cum being washed away under the spray. He closed the small space between himself and Courtney, and kissed her deeply as his erection throbbed between them. Courtney felt his need for release, but was still shaky with the aftermath of her multitude of climaxes. She went down on her knees before him and drew him into her mouth. Rob sighed pleasurably, burying his hands in her hair as she began a slow forward and back motion of with her mouth.

His thick shaft stretched her lips, and drew them inward as he disappeared into her greedy oral cavity. Rob groaned as the soft walls of her cheeks pressed against him, slippery against his organ as she pulled back until just the head remained perched between her lips. His cock pulsed between them, ready to release at any moment. Courtney's tongue bathed the head tenderly, slowly sliding along the bulbous helm of his shaft and tasting the pre-cum oozing from its slit greedily.

Rob guided her motions, showing her the pace he wanted as she began to bob her head. His erection slid in and out of her hot mouth, ready to erupt at any moment. Courtney came forward, gagging as she lunged against his cock, and buried his throbbing organ inside her throat. She braced her hands on his hips, and her fingers curled around him as she pulled herself against him because she knew he would never be so forceful. Her throat muscles squeezed around his shaft, making Rob groan and nearly lose control.

Courtney pulled back and repeated the motion, the wet sounds of her throat massaging his cock drowned out by the roar of the showerhead. Water trailed down her body, splattering off Rob's chest and falling onto her as she worked to bring him to his finish.

"I'm almost there," Rob gasped to her.

Courtney attacked him with renewed determination, and he could not hold on any more. He felt a familiar quivering in his abdominal muscles, a tensing of his balls, and an impossible to push back pressure forming at the base of his shaft. Courtney was taking him all into her mouth, swallowing him down and then tightening her lips as she drew back, and teasing his head with her gentle tongue before drawing him in once more.

"Courtney, I'm going to..." Rob groaned.

She pulled back, his cock sliding past her lips with an audible pop as she took hold of him with both hands. Courtney ran her hands along his shaft in a corkscrew motion, as though wringing out the turgid organ just as Rob gave a guttural cry and began to cum. Courtney aimed nowhere in particular, and as a result his semen flew everywhere. On her face, on her breasts, into her mouth, and over her head it went, spraying wildly.

Courtney had thought that he would be almost drained after the load he had given her earlier, but he apparently still had a lot in reserve. She wrung it all out, her hands manipulating his long shaft masterfully, and drew out the thick cords of cum, letting them fall where they would. The final streamers clung to her hands and forearms, and Rob stepped back from her unsteadily, leaning back against the wall. He was gasping for air, and his erection bobbed as it slowly went down at last.

Courtney stood, staying out of the spray so he could get a good look at the carnage he had left. Her face, her chest, and even her stomach had been caught in the line of fire somehow. He had gotten it everywhere. Courtney grinned at him wickedly before stepping under the jet of water and letting it clean his seed from her flesh. They washed after that, both exhausted by the evening's activities so far. After they had showered and dried off, they retreated to Rob's bedroom.

They curled up together, naked and damp from the shower, cuddled beneath the covers as they slept. The smell of sex filled the room, and they lay amongst it, contentedly sleeping next to one another. Courtney woke up periodically throughout the night, but soon fell asleep again as the comfort his large frame pressing against her lulled her into slumber. Rob slept fitfully, a deep dreamless sleep that was very rejuvenating, his arms thoughtlessly wrapped around her.

Hours passed and the darkness outside faded, the dark sky growing paler as the sun rose. Courtney stirred, finding that Rob had rolled onto his back. She rolled over onto her side, snuggling her head up against his chest, pressing her hand against his stomach. Courtney stared down along his naked body, still half covered by the comforter. Her hand moved in a circular path over his stomach, her fingers moving along the definition of his abdominal muscles.

Rob remained sleeping, breathing in and out rhythmically. Courtney shut her eyes, listening to his heart thudding peacefully inside his chest. Driving blood through his veins, carrying the oxygen he brought in with his lungs. She trailed her nails gently along the sensitive skin of his stomach, not wanting to wake him but enjoying the way his skin felt beneath her fingers. Courtney's eyes opened, seeing that his heart had pumped blood to his groin, a noticeable tent forming in the comforter.

Courtney reached up to his chest, gently teasing his nipple as she watched the tent grow taller. She pressed her lips to his pectoral muscle, and began to slowly inch her way down his body. She disappeared beneath the comforter, positioning herself beside his erect manhood, the swells of her breasts pressing against his thigh. Courtney eyed the organ, running her hand along his thigh, and seeing the way it bobbed on its way to full mast.

Courtney cautiously slid her hand upward and between his legs, cupping his balls. She felt their weight as his foreskin drew back slightly from the increased stiffness of his erection, exposing the slit at the tip of his cock. Enough light peaked in beneath the comforter to give her a decent look at his manhood. She knew it well, its straight shaft and proud helm were well traveled territory, but she still enjoyed looking at it. Courtney slid her hand up from his balls, and let her palm press against the underside of his shaft.

The smooth flesh was hot against her soft hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, her thumb just able to brush against her middle finger if she strained her reach. Courtney pulled his foreskin the rest of the way over his helm, and exposed the sensitive head to her gaze. She slowly worked her fist up and down the length, keeping her motions gentle enough so as to not wake Rob up. He had been so tired, she knew, he worked so hard. Between school, the app, and his family he hardly ever got a break. He spent most of his spare time with her or working out.

Courtney wondered if he had always been like that. She had always dated guys who seemed to have nothing but time on their hands, but Rob had to carefully schedule everything to make sure that he did not fall behind in something. That he set aside time specifically for her, dedicated such a large amount of energy to their relationship, and always seemed to find time for her when she really needed him, was just another thing she loved about him.

Rob's cock pulsed in her hand, pre-cum oozing from the slit. She ran her hand up and down, spreading it along his shaft, the scent of it heavy beneath the covers. He stirred gently in his sleep, and Courtney stopped moving, waiting until he had settled again before she continued. Courtney came forward, pressing her tongue against his shaft and dragging it upward. The taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth, and a fresh trickle flowed from the head as she reached it.

The flexible organ circled around the helm, the taste of him filling her mouth as she spread her saliva along his shaft until it was completely coated. Rob hummed pleasurably in his sleep as Courtney wrapped her lips around his swollen helm. She drew him into her mouth, going as far as was comfortable while trying to keep as quiet as possible. It became a sort of game. Rob nearly waking up, forcing Courtney to become completely still with his stiff member throbbing between her lips.

Courtney bobbed along his length slowly, her lips sliding along his shaft, and her throat flexing as she swallowed up the excess saliva and pre-cum that filled her mouth. She did this for a long time, gently working his cock in her mouth, and paying close attention for signs that he was waking up. Courtney wanted his first experience that morning to be the exquisite pleasure of unloading into her mouth. After what he had given her the previous night, she felt it was only fair.

Rob found himself drifting between sleep and wakefulness. His hand reached for Courtney, finding her gone. He felt a familiar sensation at his groin, a tightness developing. Sleep was quickly banished from his mind as he realized where Courtney had gone. Rob breathed pleasurably, totally relaxed as he felt his orgasm coming on. He saw Courtney's head moving beneath the comforter, but she was completely shielded from sight.

Courtney felt Rob's hand slid up the back of her neck and press against the back of her head, and smiled to herself when he took a hold of her hair. She became more aggressive with her blow job, bobbing her head more rapidly, and bringing her hand to his balls. He had needed to be far gone enough to let her finish him this way, otherwise he would insist on finishing her first, which was not what Courtney wanted. A deep sense of satisfaction went through her as he tightened his hold on her hair.

"Courtney," he gasped. She felt his erection grow just a little larger between her tightly stretched lips, and drew back so just the head was still between them. Courtney hummed as she got her first taste of his seed, and let the second and third join the first streamer before swallowing it down. Rob felt her hand stroking him into her mouth, her fist running up his shaft until it bumped against her lips. His abdominal muscles flexed as he came, and he filled her mouth with a healthy load before the tension left him.

Courtney lips continued to glide along his wilting member, humming her satisfaction as she collected everything he had to give her. She withdrew and kissed his stomach, her head peeking out from beneath the comforter, her dark eyes shining up at him as she smiled at him broadly.

"Good morning," she said. Her lips were glistening with saliva, puffy from the service she had just provided.

Rob ran his hand through her hair affectionately, smiling back at her. She drew herself up against him, and lay half on top of him. Her head pressed against his chest as he curled his arm around her.

"I'm going to go clean up," she told him. "I'll be right back."

Rob let her go, eyeing her naked body as she got out of bed. She stretched her arms above her head, her legs straining as she went up onto the balls of her feet. Her ass shifted as she moved her weight from one foot to the other before walking to her duffle bag. Rob watched her bend over, her beautiful ass on full display above her long toned legs as she rummaged through the bag until she came up with her toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Be right back," she told him again.

Rob nodded and lay back, closing his eyes as she disappeared from sight. Courtney brushed her teeth and fixed her hair as best she could. It was quite wild, disheveled from sleep and her time spent under the comforter. Her backdoor ached, which was to be expected, she had pushed herself the previous day. Her more conventional channel felt fine however, hungry even. As she spat out her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out with water she had the idea that they would go one round before breakfast.

When she got to Rob's room her mind changed. He had fallen asleep, and looked wonderfully peaceful. She decided to let him rest a while longer, and went back to her duffle bag. She took out a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt, pulling them on before padding out of his bedroom. It was strange to be walking through his house on her own. She walked through the big empty house, and found that it felt extremely hollow even with Rob up in his bedroom.

Courtney went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. She cut up some fruit while the pan heated up for grilled cheese. The smell of it drifted up to Rob's bedroom, and roused him from his slumber. He found Courtney in the kitchen, sunlight pouring over her from the window above the sink, lighting her in profile at the stove. She was singing a tune to herself softly, and moving gracefully as she half-danced and cooked breakfast for them.

"'I need to laugh, and when the sun is out / I've got something I can laugh about, / I feel good, in a special way. / I'm in love and it's a sunny day,'" she sang happily. She hummed the next verse, unaware of Rob's presence.

He watched her, admiring how pretty she looked with her hair being uncooperative and her feet bare. Rob approached her, resting his hand on her hip and kissing her cheek from behind as she grinned at his touch.

"Good morning," he said.

"You're a real sleepy head this morning," Courtney told him.

Rob laughed. "We can't all have as much energy as you."

His hand slid around from her hip to over her ass, squeezing it through her sweatpants.

"You've certainly woken up," she gasped.

Rob gave her bum a playful pat before stepping away from her.

"Need any help?" he asked.

"Not really. Set the table?" she suggested.

Courtney was not a great cook, but she could make a few things very well. Fortunately, grilled cheese sandwiches was one of them. They wolfed down their breakfast, and put the dishes in the sink. Rob approached Courtney from behind as she was putting her plate into the basin, and placed his hands on her hips. Courtney shut her eyes as his mouth went to her neck, his hands going inward and over her stomach.

"Someone sure woke up on the right side of the bed," she commented.

Rob laughed softly. "Hard not to when you wake up to a blowjob."

"I'll have to do it more often," Courtney said.

Rob's hands went over her heavy breasts, and cupped the firm swells. Courtney arched her back, pushing her ass back against his groin in invitation. Rob had just thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers before coming downstairs, and Courtney could feel the press of his erection against her. Rob hooked the hemline of her shirt with his thumbs and drew her shirt over her head, making Courtney breath in sharply as he took her breasts in his hands once more and began to tease her nipples.

Courtney braced her hands on the kitchen counter, her back arching, and pushing her ass back against his erect cock. He felt the need in her motions against him, her ass moving against him, and pushing against him as she pleaded with him silently. Rob decided to give her what she wanted after the wonderful wakeup she had given him. His hands gripped the waistband of her sweatpants and he pulled them down over the swell of her ass.

Courtney felt them fall into a puddle around her ankles, and leaned forward, bracing her hands on the far side of the sink basin. Her breasts hung beneath her, and Rob scooped them up in his hands as he pushed up against her. Courtney felt his erection pressing into the swell of her buttocks, the proud organ straining the soft cotton of his boxers. She had been hot since she had woken up, and having his hands on her was making her ache for him in the best way possible.

Rob seemed to know exactly how long to wait, and how long not too. He stepped back from her, pulling his boxers down and kicking them off from around his ankles before sidling in behind her once more. He pressed his hand to her back, running his palms along her smooth skin, warm from her own body heat and the sun shining brilliantly on it through the window. Courtney looked at him from over her shoulder. Rob's eyes were affected by the sunlight, making them greener than she had ever seen them.

His hands came up to her shoulders and ran down her arms, following them down to her hands. Rob rocked his hips against her, leaning over her as his cock slid along the groove formed by her tight buttocks. He inhaled her scent, and she smelt incredible, fresh yet also herself, ready for the day ahead of them. A trickle of her nectar formed on the inside of Courtney's left thigh, she felt it sliding down the smooth flesh as she bent over the kitchen sink with Rob rubbing against her.

Rob's hands came back up her arms, following the underside this time until he came to her armpits. He followed the curvature down to her ribcage, going inward and the weight of her breasts settled in them once more. Courtney loved the way he touched her, all of her, not just her breasts and her ass. Every part of her was special to him, and he only settled on certain areas after he had greeted them all appropriately.

He fondled her breasts, squeezing them, feeling them adjust to their shape reluctantly under the pressure of his fingers. They were incredible, so firm, so full, and she was still young and very fit. As she grew older they would probably get even larger, and she would gain weight as well, making them even fuller. Right now they were a perfect fit for his large hands, and his large hands were making Courtney very, very impatient.

Her ass ground back against him, her back tilting, and pushing her posterior higher as she tried to give him a very direct hint. Rob got the idea and let go of her breasts to pay her some attention lower down. His hands went down her stomach, flat and toned, stretched out as she leaned over the sink. One hand went to her hip, holding her as the other one went between her legs and began to tease her pussy. He found her wet, her labia glistening with her own secretions, very much ready for the organ sliding along her intergluteal cleft.

The smooth line running from just below the sacrum to the perineum, the wonderful crevice formed by her round ass, the exquisite...

"Rob, please," Courtney said, a note of urgency in her voice.

He realised that he had drifted off and had been teasing her pussy on auto-pilot. Rob took half a step back and took hold of his shaft, sliding the head along the crack he had been admiring until it was beneath her. Rob aimed for her entrance, and lunged, making Courtney cry out as he penetrated her in one smooth motion.

She was so wet that she felt nothing but pleasure as his full length was buried inside of her. Rob took her hard from the beginning. He grabbed a hold of her hips and drove his against her. Her breasts moved wildly beneath her, and Courtney's moans echoed back at her in the sink's basin as he worked himself back and forth. Rob felt incredibly energized, his long sleep and the little nap that had followed it having filled him to the brim with virile energy.




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Courtney's body rippled as he used that energy to take her hard, his hips pounding into her steadily, his powerful body colliding with her over and over again. It felt incredible to incite such lust in another person, to be the object to inspire such delectable ferocity. Rob took her hard until she came, a surge of her fluids discharging from her already soaked channel and flowing down his scrotum. She shook, her body rippling with pleasure as her pussy squeezed around him spastically.

When her grip on him relaxed, Rob continued. Courtney was not sure how long she spent bent over the sink, but by the end of it her legs were shaking and a half dozen climaxes had seized control of her body. Rob bucked up against her, his motions becoming ragged as he felt himself charging towards his own orgasm. Courtney felt a renewed frenzy to his motions, his hands going up to her shoulders, and using them as leverage to take her even harder.

"Oh God," Rob growled. A ripple of pleasure went through Courtney as she felt him erupting inside her, realising that in the midst of their frantic lovemaking the previous night he had not actually came inside of her. Now he was, and it was a thick load that took a long time to expel. Rob bucked up against her spastically, his buttocks clenching powerfully in short, powerful thrusts, and rocked her forward as he came.

His own cum trailed down his shaft and along his balls while he was still cumming, overfilling her with the essence of his lust. When it was over Rob breathed heavily behind her, his head hung low, and his weight still braced on her shoulders. He stepped back, sliding out from Courtney, and his spent cock limp in front of him. Courtney remained bent over the sink, little spasms of her final orgasm continuing to work through her as she felt his seed flowing down her legs.

"Jesus Rob," Courtney breathed finally.

Rob looked sheepish. "Sorry, got a little ahead of myself."

"God no," Courtney told him, turning around. "You're going to have to do that again. And again. And again..."

She closed the distance between them and kissed him deep. Her flushed face bright with her white crescent of a smile when she pulled away.

"Now," she said. "I don't know about you, but I feel like a shower. Why don't you show me that bathroom downstairs again?" she asked.

Rob grinned. "I'd be glad to."

The rest of the day, and the one following it, were spent in much the same manner. By the time Rob dropped Courtney off at her house on the evening of the Sunday, she was having difficulty walking. Still, she kissed him hungrily before she got out of his car, though there was an element of tiredness to her tongue's motions and the kiss was mostly a tender farewell after the two days spent together, happy and alone.

Courtney entered her house, finding Winston waiting for her. He looked at her brightly, ecstatic to see her after such a long absence. He danced around her feet as she ascended the steps to her bedroom and stripped down to her panties and t-shirt before falling face first into bed and falling asleep before she had even pulled the covers over herself. There would be no phantom visitors in her dreams that night; her sleep was deep and dreamless.

***

Routine.

That was what the summer became for Rob and Courtney. It was a pleasant order of events. Rob would pick Courtney up in the morning and they would enjoy conversation as he drove her to school. He would go to work; he was back at Fletcher's for the summer, working on a demolition crew. Courtney's day ended before his so she would take the bus home. On the days she did not have to work after school Rob would pick her up and they would go out.

Rob grew closer to Courtney's circle of friends, meeting more of them now that the summer parties had begun. The only one he rarely seemed to see was Karen. She was gone all the time, either working, taking summer classes, or with Adam. Rob had seen less of her during the last semester at school as well, but had attributed that to Karen's heavy schedule and their classes not overlapping. He missed talking to her. They had been developing a good friendship before that one night of weakness.

Rob had thought that they had moved past that. He was with Courtney, he was crazy about Courtney, and she was with Adam, the guy she had chosen to be with for her own reasons. Rob harbored no hurt feelings, but he felt as though she were avoiding him. He was not the only one with that feeling, however. Courtney had been trying to get Karen to go out with her for weeks, it was nearly the end of June and she had hardly spent any time with Karen.

There was one person, however, who had seen more of Karen than she had previously. Brianna was working two jobs this summer, one at a video rental place and a new one at the grocery store, but she was also taking summer classes, one of which Karen was in. She ignored Brianna entirely, sitting far away from her and pretending as though she were not in the room. Brianna ached to ask her what Adam had told her, what lies he had fed her to get her to go back to him, and why it was she hated her now when all she had done was try to help her.

But she had a new advantage. She had seen her again. In her second week working at the grocery store she had spotted Rachel. Adam did not work there any longer, but Rachel still did. She had pretended as though she did not know who she was, and had started asking her questions. Brianna could be very charming when she wanted to be, and Rachel had told Brianna all about her wonderful boyfriend. Her wonderful boyfriend named Adam.

Brianna had wanted to go straight to Karen with this information, but realised she needed proof. Her word was not good enough for Karen. Her last opportunity had come earlier that week, but she had had to abandon her plan when Adam saw her and recognized her. He had gone through her cash, casually ignoring a confused Rachel, and then left. Brianna was not stupid however, she had watched Rachel in the break room, and a few days later when she left during her lunch break Brianna followed her surreptitiously.

That was where Brianna was now, crouched behind a car, and dressed in the red shirt of her uniform, her bum pressed against the heels of her shoes. Adam must have sent Rachel a text message telling her to meet him in his car. Brianna recognized the beat up Toyota and crept between the cars until she came to an opening. Adam had parked way in the back of the lot, well away from every other vehicle, as though this meeting required privacy.

Brianna's heart raced as she looked through the windows of an SUV, half hidden as she watched Rachel reach the car. Brianna waited a few minutes, sweat brimmed on her brow, nerves making her stomach feel sick. She had one shot at this, if she botched it Adam would only become more careful and Karen would not believe her without any evidence. Brianna drew her phone out with shaking hands, going to the video capture application and making sure it was ready to run before she did.

Brianna had been in track in high school and still ran a great deal, but by the time she closed the distance between her starting point and Adam's car she was breathing heavily. Fortunately for her, so were Adam and Rachel. Brianna could hear Rachel's moaning and Adam's labored breaths through the opened window near the back passenger seat.

"Adam," Rachel gasped. Her shirt had been pulled up over her head, her bra resting in the seat beside her.

Her pants had been pulled down to her knees before he had pushed her legs back and pushed into her. Brianna tapped the screen of her phone, the recording starting as she had the camera pointed at the asphalt. She steadied her hand as best she could and crept around to the side of Adam's car, keeping as quiet as possible. The heat of the June afternoon was not helping the sweat problem, but Brianna could deal with this.

She would expose Adam, she would show Karen who he really was. And then maybe they could be friends again.

Brianna carefully slid the upper portion of her phone up the door so that the little camera lens peaked through the window. She could see what was happening in the screen. Her phone took high quality video, the details of Adam's face were clear. His reddened face, his gritted teeth, his tensed up arms. Brianna filmed it to the end. Rachel bellowed his name as she came, Adam grabbing her breasts and mauling them in a way that made Brianna sorry for the poor girl.

It would not have been enough to simply tell Rachel that Adam already had a girlfriend. If Karen would not trust Brianna, she would never trust the word of someone she had never met before, and that was if Rachel believed Brianna in the first place. In all likelihood Adam would just tell Rachel the same lie he had told Karen. Who was she more likely to trust? Someone she had been working with for a month and a half, or a guy she had apparently been dating since November the previous year?

Adam's face took on an expression of contorted lust, the veins lining his neck bulging as he bucked his hips forward and buried his load inside of Rachel's sweaty body. He leaned forward, kissing Rachel as though he were trying to eat her face. Brianna would never understand the appeal of a man, particularly Adam. She pulled her phone away from the window and ended the recording. She had enough now.

Brianna stepped away from the car carefully, and pocketed her phone before running back into the store. She heard an exclamation from Adam as he spotted her before she reached the line of cars she had used as cover earlier. She kept running, entering the store, and receiving strange looks from a few customers as she wiped her sweaty forehead.

"Late for your shift?" an old woman she recognized asked.

Brianna smiled sheepishly. "Late off break."

She returned to the staff room to lock her phone in her locker before punching back in and returning to her cash. The same old woman from before went through, and joked with Brianna as she scanned in her items and gave her the total. Brianna was well liked by customers; she worked efficiently while maintaining a smile. The old woman had flyer clippings, which Brianna had anticipated. She ran the discounts through, and then Adam appeared in her lineup.

Brianna became suddenly nervous but managed to get the woman through without her noticing something was amiss. Adam came up to the cash next with nothing in hand.

"Do you get off on watching other people?" he asked.

Brianna gave him a pleasant smile. "I don't know what you mean."

"I saw you slinking off earlier," he told her.

"Earlier when what?" Brianna asked.

Adam blinked irritably. He was not used to people not being intimidated by him, particularly women.

"You know what I'm talking about," he said darkly.

"Yes I do," Brianna agreed. "How's Karen by the way?"

"She won't believe you," Adam told her.

Brianna shrugged. "Maybe not."

"What did I do to you?" he asked. "Why won't you keep your nose out of it?"

Brianna looked at him with all the hatred she was capable of expressing.

"Because, Karen's my friend," she told him.

"She hates you," he told her. "She'll hate you even more if you tell her about this. She won't believe you." Adam was beginning to sound nervous, as though he doubted his own words.

"I don't care," Brianna told him. "Now, if you don't get out of my lineup, I'll have the manager come and walk you out."

Adam glared at her, and for a moment Brianna thought he was going to hit her. She matched his steely gaze with one of equal resolve and hatred until he looked away and stalked off. Brianna had a smile on her face by the time her next customer arrived. She worked her shift mechanically after that, running items through, smiling, and telling everyone to have a good day until it was time for her to leave.

Brianna went to the break room, and retrieved her phone, putting it into her pocket before slinging her purse over her shoulder. She left the store into the warm air of the June evening, and hurried to catch her bus. Courtney's house took a long time to reach by public transport, a trip Brianna shortened by running down the road to her house once she got to her stop. She knocked at the door as she came up to it, a smile of victory on her lips.

***

An hour earlier Rob had arrived at Courtney's doorstep. He had come straight from work to help Courtney set up for the party, which meant he was wearing a sweat drenched t-shirt, a pair of worn out blue jeans, and black work boots. Courtney had been setting things up while she waited for him to arrive, singing to herself to fill the empty house, and sock sliding on the hardwood floors as she half-danced, half-cleaned. She wore a pair of dark blue spandex shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top.

It had been warm that day, and without air conditioning stripping down was the best way to keep cool. She was still sweaty from moving tables and furniture around, locking things away to prevent them from getting damaged. The afternoon had started to cool as it changed into evening. It was nearly six, and the guests would be arriving at eight. Courtney planned to have most of the party out in the back yard, which was more spacious and cooler than the house.

Karen was going to be nineteen. The day marked the seventh year that they had been self-declared 'best friends'. Courtney had hosted six of those seven birthdays for her, and wanted to make the seventh as good as she could. She had made sure to invite every one of Karen's best friends, and had invited a few extras just to bulk up the numbers. Unfortunately that had meant Brianna could not be invited. Courtney had talked to her about it and she had agreed that it was for the best.

Then their plan had been formed, and Brianna had been moved to the maybe category.

Jay and Emma would be there however. They were older, but Courtney had had Jay on Facebook ever since he had helped her make that CD for Rob's birthday. She felt like she owed him a favor, and had enjoyed his company, so she decided to invite him as a courtesy. To her surprise he had accepted, and asked if it would be okay to bring his girlfriend. Courtney was curious to meet the girl that could capture the heart of the enigmatic Jason Shaw, and looked forward to them being there.

The rest were the usual lot. A mixture of guys and girls they had known forever. Most were in town for the summer, and Karen's birthday party was going to double as a sort of reunion. She had actually turned nineteen earlier that week, and from Courtney had been told by Karen Adam had actually done quite a nice job of their dinner date and picking out a gift for her. She was just happy that he had not ruined another special day for her friend.

Courtney let this thought carry her as she twirled around the living room, making sure she had put away all of Lauren's precious little knickknacks and her father's personal supply of alcohol. They had given her permission to use the house for the party until one in the morning. Courtney had found that they trusted her more in recent months. Her father really liked Rob, which was a first for one of her boyfriends, and her dating him seemed like some sort of sign in his mind that his daughter was finally growing up.

Mind you, there had been a few bumps. Her night over at Rob's for one, but that little pothole had been dodged by the fast thinking of Brianna. However, above and beyond dating Rob, Courtney really did feel like she was growing up. Her schooling was going well, she had a job that she enjoyed and gave her some financial independence, and she did not feel scared all the time.

Even her mother, contrary to what Courtney had expected, was doing well. She had gone into rehab just as she said and had been sober since her attempted suicide. The only thing not right in Courtney's life was Karen, but that was set to change. Plans were in motion, but she was relying on other people to make them work. Courtney trusted Brianna, but this was a big thing to do. It was very invasive, and would likely to strain the bond between her and Karen.

But she did not care. She needed her friend to be back to the way she was supposed to be. Courtney was not certain of what Adam was doing, but she saw the results of it even if she had not seen Karen herself. The lack of time spent told Courtney just as much as seeing her friend would have. The party was as much a part of the plan as everything else, and it had to be perfect. Courtney felt nerves setting in as she questioned for the hundredth time if what she was going to do was right.

Then there was a knock on the door. It broke Courtney out of her thoughts and relaxed her; Rob was here. She answered the door, finding him in all his sweat stained glory.

"Hey," he said.

Courtney smiled and let him in. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked.

"Yeah, water would be great," he told her.

The demolition work was strenuous. Rob was a part of one of the teams that stripped the inside of a building before it was taken down with explosives. It was manual work, done with sledge hammers and other hand tools in the full heat of the summer without the air conditioning to keep them cool. Rob liked it well enough, salvaging anything of value, destroying what was worthless, and cleaning up in preparation of the next symbol of mankind's engineering prowess.

Rob followed Courtney to the kitchen, unable to keep his eyes off her ass. Her spandex shorts stretched over her buttocks tightly, riding up between the cheeks, and forming a clear groove between them. Sweat made the thin material of her top stick to her skin, dark patches under her arms showing that she had been working hard herself. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, stray strands of her chocolate locks sticking to the back of her neck.

They entered the kitchen and Courtney retrieved a glass for him, her sock-clad feet going on tiptoes to reach the top shelf. Rob watched her, knowing that she was aware of his eyes on her, and knowing that she was showing off for his benefit when she wiggled her ass as she reached up. It was not that hard for her to reach the glass, but she stayed stretched like that long enough to let Rob admire her profile. Her ass jutting out, her chest thrust forward, her legs tensed and breasts pushing against the thin material of her top, unfettered by a bra.

Courtney went back down onto the flats of her feet, pretending like she could not read Rob's thoughts. They did not have time, she told herself. She still had to get ready for the party. She was a mess. Rob might like the look but she needed to shower and get dressed into a proper...

"Oh," she gasped. Rob had come up from behind her, his chest pressing against her back, his hands on her shoulders.

Courtney heard him inhale, taking in her scent before he pressed his lips to her throat. The salty taste of her sweat entered his mouth, making him hunger for her. Courtney shut her eyes, and felt his hands slide down her arms. Water overflowed the glass, its cool wetness jolting Courtney out of the trance Rob had put her under with just a touch and a few careful pressed of his lips. She pushed back against him, tilting the glass to let out some of the extra water, and then handed the vessel to him.

"Here," she said.

Rob grinned at her naughtily and took the glass. Courtney dried her hand with a dishtowel as Rob chugged the water down. She watched his pronounced Adam's apple bob as he swallowed down the refreshing fluid, his face dusted with the facial hair he had grown since that morning. He was dirty, a lot of dust was involved in the process of gutting a building, and it clung to his sun browned skin. His hair was lighter than normal too from his time spent in the sun, closer to a golden blonde than it normally was.




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Rob made a satisfied sound as he finished his drink. "Thanks," he said.

"We should get cleaned up," Courtney said.

Rob gave her a look.

"What?" she asked, pretending not to know what he wanted.

He kept looking at her in the same way.

Courtney laughed unconvincingly. "What do you want?"

"You look really hot right now," he told her.

Courtney grinned despite herself. "No I don't. I'm a mess," she told him.

"A hot mess," he told her. He stepped in close, making her take a step back, her bum bumping against the counter top.

"Rob..." Courtney protested as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her throat.

His masculine musk wafted off of him, engulfing her in his scent. A slight tremor of excitement went through Courtney as it snaked its way up her nose. Her body felt very warm, a sensation that seemed to center from a spot between her legs.

"You stink," Courtney complained.

"I smell of man," Rob told her in a playful tone.

Courtney laughed. "No, you just stink."

She gasped when his hands went behind her, his hands squeezing her ass through her shorts.

"Well, you smell amazing," he told her.

"I'm all gross Rob," she whined, swatting at his hands ineffectively.

"You're beautiful," he said.

Rob kissed her mouth then, and she only protested a little. She let herself be talked into it, or rather kissed and fondled into it. Rob's hands squeezed and massaged her buttocks through her shorts, feeling the firm buns warp under his palms while their tongues found each other.

"Rob, we really shouldn't..." Courtney gasped.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her.

Rob watched Courtney go through an internal struggle that lasted only a few beats of her fluttering heart.

"Okay. But it'll have to be quick," she said.

"Quick and dirty," Rob said. "That's my girl."

Courtney made a sound of outrage, but he was lifting her before she could admonish him for his quip. Her legs wrapped around him reflexively and he turned with her in his arms. Their mouths locked and Rob stepped around Winston sightlessly, knowing the path to Courtney's bedroom very well.

"Don't you ever get tired?" she asked him between kisses.

"Not of you," he replied.

Good answer, Courtney thought. It almost made up for the 'quick and dirty' comment. She kissed his neck as he ascended the stairs with her in his arms, letting him see where he was going while she tasted his sweat in the same way he had tasted hers. Her saliva was cool on his hot flesh, and dried in wet splotches as she kissed him all over. Rob came to her bedroom and she opened the door for them blindly as he held her up.

He kicked the door shut behind him before Winston could follow them inside and then went to Courtney's bed. Rob dropped her onto it, watching her bounce on the mattress before he tore his shirt over his head. Courtney watched as his well-muscled torso came into sight, paler than his sun bronzed arms. Rob undid the heavy buckle of his wide belt and pushed his jeans down to his ankles before fussing with his socks.

Courtney opened her arms to him as he came to the bed, smiling as his lips went over hers. She half-wished they could just cancel the party and spend the evening like this. But then she remembered the importance of the evening. Rob's hands went to the bottom of her tank top and pulled it upward, her tanned stomach coming into sight, going upward until it came to the underside of her breasts. His mouth left hers, and he went down, kissing the suntanned flesh of her stomach and gripping the waistband of her shorts and began to pull.

Rob was cheating, Courtney realised, this was supposed to be just a quick release but as he got her shorts down her tanned legs and brought his mouth to her pussy she did not mind. Courtney had been tanning for the past few weeks in the backyard, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun after school and before dinner for a few hours. She had to wear a bikini so the tan was not even, but the lines the swimsuit left were extremely sexy.

This was a part of her only Rob had access to. Others were not permitted to see the areas her bikini left pale. He pushed her top over her breasts, the unrestrained mounds coming into view. They too were paler along the lines of her bikini, the dark fleshy pink of the nipples sitting in the comparative lightness of her flesh. Courtney tanned dark, her mixed heritage of Italian and Spanish on her mother's side blessing her with a complexion that benefitted wonderfully from the sun.

Courtney crossed her hands and gripped her shirt, pulling it the rest of the way over her head and leaving her lying naked on the bed as Rob's tongue swiped along her wet labia. She moaned pleasurably, one foot pressed against the mattress, and her leg cocked at an angle. The other leg was bent over the edge of the bed, hanging limply as Rob feasted on her trickle of nectar. His tongue was bathed in the essence of her sex, his mouth filled with its sweetness as he pushed his tongue past her entrance.

"Uhn," Courtney gasped. His tongue writhed inside of her, and rubbed against the sensitive insides of her pussy. One of her hands buried itself in his sun-bleached hair, drawing him towards her crotch as she writhed on the bed in exquisite pleasure. Rob worked fast, but even going fast he teased Courtney more than any guy had ever had the patience to. He actually had her at one point, she had bucked against his face and had been close to going over, but he pulled back.

It was this cockiness that she loved so much. He knew her, he knew he could get her off when he wanted to, but he was toying with her. Courtney loved that he did that, that he made her really need it before he let her have it. She coated his face with her juices as she teetered on the precipice of climax for a long time, Rob's tongue and lips bringing her to the edge over and over. Courtney was sweating anew, her body twisting on the bed as she pushed her hips against his wily tongue.

All at once Rob attacked, his mouth closing around her clit and his fingers plunging into her channel. Courtney groaned loudly, and then cried out as he began to rapidly finger her while toying with her clit aggressively with his tongue. Her body twisted on the bed, the sheets sticking to her sweaty form, and her pussy flooding his hand with her juices as she came.

Rob continued swiping his tongue across the engorged bead of her clit, and gently working his fingers in and out of her quivering sex as she pulled hard on his hair, both pulling him away and pushing him towards the little nubbin of pleasure. As she came down he slowly ran his tongue along the engorged lips of her pussy, as though kissing them goodbye before he came back up her body. The lower part of his face gleamed wickedly with her juices as he took one of her turgid nipples between his lips and began to suck.

Courtney made a noise, a whine of excitement and a groan of lust simultaneously. It was a sound only Courtney seemed capable of producing. Rob sucked on one nipple and then the other, and let his tongue flick across each hardened bud before abandoning them far before he wanted to. Courtney felt his weight shifting as he travelled the rest of the way over her. He did not waste any more time. His erect cock pointed towards Courtney and she widened her legs to give him easy access.

Rob took hold of his erection, and guided the helm of his shaft to her opening. He teased around the entrance, coating the head in her secretions before pushing his cock into the incredible heat of her body. Her channel was extremely slick and he slid into her with ease. Her channel stretched to hold the familiar intruder. He bottomed out, and Courtney gave a slight whimper as she anticipated what was going to happen next.

She had told him to hurry, to make it quick. He was going to do that, but it was going to require Rob to be a lot more selfish than he normally was. His hips began move, and his turgid organ slid in and out of Courtney like a well-greased piston. Courtney moaned at the pace, it felt good, long strokes that went deep into her. The pace of those strokes increased without losing their depth of penetration, the lips of her pussy gripping his cock snugly as he drew it in and out of her with increasing urgency.

It was like a crescendo that kept on going until Rob was hammering into Courtney with a measured savagery. Rob grabbed her waist, holding her steady as he bucked into her, and his body slapped against her as he sank his shaft into her hot sex over and over again. Courtney's hands balled up around the bed sheet beneath her, and watched Rob's face become red from the extreme heat of her bedroom and the exertion the intense pace demanded of him.

Courtney felt an orgasm rising, and did not fight it. It would go faster if she just let herself feel the pleasure, rather than fight it down and make Rob ease up to prolong the time it took for her to reach her climax. She came, a shuddering orgasm running through every corner of her form, practically making her vibrate around his cock. Rob drove his shaft into her, and held it inside her as she convulsed around him, her tightly squeezing channel urging him to let loose.

Courtney recovered quickly enough for Rob not to lose the crest of pleasure he was riding. He was close, and he just needed to keep going. Courtney braced herself as he started thrusting into her once more, her breasts wobbling from the impact of his body against hers, and sweat gleaming between the swells as perspiration formed over her entire body. Rob braced himself over her on his forearms, kissing her deep, feeling his end approaching and wanting a moment of intimacy before this was over. Courtney kissed him back, inviting him to let go.

Rob pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her waist once more, his hips never missing a beat. Then he felt it, the quivering in his abdominal muscles, the tightening in his scrotum, and the extra stiffening of his shaft. The muscles of his arms flexed and Courtney felt her ass lift from the bed as Rob pulled her up against his shaft. Her weight shifted onto her shoulders as Rob slammed into her with everything he had. His body collided with hers with a brutal energy.

Courtney was seeing stars, small orgasms had continued crashing over her ever since her first, and she felt another big one forming inside of her. Rob made a sound, a deep guttural noise that heralded his impending release. His back arched, and his eyes shut and his mouth opened in joyous pain as he came. His cock was as far into her as he could get it, and it seemed to strain to get deeper as it unleashed a torrent of cum into her.

Courtney cried out, a ragged, breathless sound of exhausted lust and relief as he jerked against her. There was a lot, a thick heavy load poured into her greedy body as it twisted against him. Courtney's ass fell back to the mattress, and the flow of semen continued. Rob's face was red and lined with perspiration until at last the torrent slowed to a stream, and then to a trickle. Rob's chest heaved, and his eyes were wide and slightly glazed as he gulped air.

Courtney was a sweaty mess beneath him, her limbs twitching weakly, a flood of endorphins flowing through her. She never loved him more than after making love. The dizziness of her orgasm freed her mind to feel the full profundity of what she felt for him. He came forward, kissing her sweetly, and breathing hard as he held her in the post-coital fog that fell over them. Their tongues moved along one another slowly, and grew more playful as they recovered.

Courtney felt Rob stirring again inside of her, the press of her breasts against his chest and the unconscious motions of her hips against the wilting organ inside of her inadvertently breathing life into the deflating member. She drew out of the kiss, and allowed him to kiss her throat for a few moments before interrupting him.

"We need to get ready," she reminded him.

"For what?" he asked.

"The party," she told him.

Rob sighed. "Do we?"

"Yes," she said. "You might not care if I stink and my hair's disgusting, but I don't want other people seeing me like this."

"They'd think you look beautiful," he told her.

She did. Her skin glowed with her recent orgasm, and her hair had come partially free of the bun she'd had it in, the rebellious strands clung to her shoulders and fanned out beneath her. More than anything was the little grin she had on her lips, the slight upward curve her mouth naturally seemed to fall into. Yes, she looked beautiful, but it was not the sort of beauty Courtney wanted to share with everyone. This was a special beauty, one reserved for Rob, just like the tan lines she found distasteful.

They kissed again before getting up. They went naked to the downstairs bathroom. It had a larger shower, and fit the two of them comfortably. Courtney turned on the water, and Rob brought her into his embrace as they waited for the water to heat up. The routine of summer was a pleasant one, but it was still a routine. Their relationship had been born out of impulse, and they thrived on being a little bit reckless, on letting go of their control.

Perhaps that was why, despite having set aside time for each other, they still needed this kind of impulsive time together. Rob followed Courtney into the shower, their lips staying together as they crossed the threshold and went under the spray. Courtney pulled out of the kiss, and grinned at him as she grabbed her body wash and handed it to him.

"Why don't you clean me up?" she suggested.

Rob smiled at her. "Feeling dirty?" he asked.

"Filthy," Courtney replied.

Rob squeezed out her body wash and did as she said. Despite trying to behave himself, Rob could not help but pay extra attention to certain areas. After he had been rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples for the better part of five minutes Courtney realised this was not going to work.

"Maybe I should..." she began.

Rob took his hands off her breasts. "I'll be good," he promised.

Courtney looked at him doubtfully but let him continue. True to his word Rob cleaned her without spending too much undo attention to certain areas of her anatomy. In fact he was so well behaved Courtney was a little let down. He was kneeling in front of her, his hands sliding along her calve, soaping it up before she extended her leg and let the water drip down her leg. Rob looked at the stretched out limb, and his eyes followed the trail of water flowing down her thigh and sluicing along her flesh.

So close.

Rob brought his mouth to her thigh, and pushed her back slightly until she was up against the glass door.

"Rob," Courtney protested weakly.

His mouth went up between the legs he had just cleaned. Her skin was now fresh and smelling of orchids. Courtney could not help but widen her stance and let his head go up between her legs. Her hands when to the top of his head, trying to push him away while bending her knees and parting them further apart, both inviting him and telling him not to. The little 'no' she had inside her went away as soon as his tongue brushed up against the lips of her pussy.

"Be quick," she said, giving into what she wanted.

Rob ate her hungrily, and his cock grew stiff between his legs as Courtney moaned above him. He reached down and took his growing erection in hand, stroking himself as he carefully teased Courtney's firm clit. He was soon fully erect, and Courtney was on the cusp of orgasm. Rob stood, spinning her around and pushing her up against the glass door of the shower. Her erect nipples pressed into the cool glass, her hot flesh chilled by the lower temperature.

"Rob," Courtney gasped. His cock slid into her from behind, and pushed Courtney up onto the balls of her feet as his hips pressed against her. Rob's hands went to her waist, holding her steady as he rocked against her. Her channel was particularly tight with her legs so close together. The angle of penetration forced his cock against Courtney's G-spot with every thrust, and as close as she had been it did not take long for her to reach her climax.

"Gah!" she gasped. Her hands splayed wide over the glass door, her mouth opened and her sodden hair clinging to the shape of her scalp as her orgasm washed over her. It was not too powerful, so Rob kept going, and worked in and out of her pussy as her nectar began to trail down the inside of her thighs. He bucked his hips against her, sliding in and out of her quivering pussy, and keeping a steadying hold on her hips as he drew closer to his own climax.

She felt incredible like this. There was so much friction as he slid between her thighs to get into her pussy, and their grip on him getting tighter as she came multiple times over his cock. Her juices made her flesh slick, which eased his passage between her clenched thighs. Courtney felt his hips moving more spastically against her and knew he was close to his own orgasm. She felt him pull out as she was in the midst of one of her own climaxes as his began.

Courtney felt his hot cum shoot out over her back, gasping as she felt it cling to her ass and splatter against the backs of her thighs. Rob groaned as he came, sending thick streamers of his seed to cling wonderfully to the swells and curves of her lower back, buttocks and legs. A sordid Jackson Pollock painting done on the flesh of Courtney's callipygian form. Her buttocks were paler than her back and thighs, and received the majority of his load.

Rob pushed back into her once the flow ended, his still hard erection sliding into her tight channel. Courtney moaned, nearly hitting another climax as he thrust against her a few more times before his erection receded. They breathed heavily against each other in the shower cubical. The shower spraying behind them.

"I might have gotten a little carried away," Rob said finally.

Courtney reached behind herself and felt his cum on her skin. She looked angry for a moment, but could not maintain the emotion, so she just laughed. Rob joined her and she approached him. The two kissed, and went under the jet of water. Laughing against one another's lips, and nibbling at each other playfully. The water carried the evidence of Rob's misbehaviour away before it was time for him to get cleaned. Courtney decided to leave the task to him, not trusting herself not to try getting him up again.

Rob washed, using the toiletries he had packed for himself this morning when he had decided to head straight over to Courtney's after work. Courtney left the bathroom, and felt a lot less nervous about what lay ahead that night. She dried her hair, combing it straight, and deciding she did not have time to do much with it she combed it into a style one of her instructors had had them practicing that week. It looked nice and it did not take long to do.

Next she found the outfit she wanted to wear for the evening. A blue halter dress, with spaghetti straps like her tank top earlier. It had a built in brazier so she would not have bra straps showing. She pulled on a pair of panties and drew the dress over her head, zipping it up just as Rob climbed up the stairs. Courtney felt his eyes on her, and she looked at his naked torso. He had at least had enough modesty to wrap a towel around his waist.

"That's a nice dress," he said simply.

Courtney recognized the tone.

"No Rob," she told him as he came towards her.

"Rob, no!" Courtney said more firmly as he took her into his arms.

She kept protesting, wiggling beneath him as he got her onto the bed, and giggling as he kissed her exposed neck. His towel came free, leaving him naked on top of her. Courtney was about to let him push her dress up to her waist and try for another round when there was a knock at the door.

"Rob..." Courtney said between kisses. "The door."




Taken By The Wind Ch. 09



Author's Note:

This is the ninth installment of 'Taken By The Wind'. If you have not already read the previous chapters in the series I recommend that you do so before reading this one. A special thank you to my editor Seniya for editing this chapter for me.

I have been getting wonderful feedback regarding this series. It is both high appreciated and it motivates me to keep writing, so thank you to those of you who have taken the time to rate, comment, and send me e-mails.

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max

Chapter 9:

Jane tensed up slightly, and a shaky breath left her as Danica's tongue circled the stiff pink nipple of her right breast. She had her hand buried in the girl's fiery locks, and her head tilted back as she moaned her pleasure at the sensations of Danica's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Jane's pleasurable utterances made her lover's lips curl at the corners. She was pleased with herself for being able to manipulate Jane's body so effectively.

Danica brought her mouth to Jane's other breast, taking her nipple between her lips and teasing it in the same way she had the first. Jane's hips rocked against Danica's hand, and her sweet nectar flowed into her palm as she plunged her slim fingers deep into her pussy. Danica adored Jane's body, the gentle swells and curves that flowed into each other elegantly, the scent of her skin, and the softness of her flesh. Jane ran her hands through Danica's shoulder length hair, and her legs glided along the soft sheets beneath her.

Danica came back up, kissing Jane deeply, and humming against the pleasant feeling of her hands running through her hair. Without even touching a sexual part of her body Jane could make Danica feel tingly in all sorts of areas. She just seemed to know where to touch and when to touch it, and what noises to make and when to make them. Jane was a performer, and when she was with a woman she made them feel as though they were at center stage, with all her attention focused on them.

Jane came away from the kiss breathless.

"Dani," she gasped before bringing her mouth back to the redhead's.

They kissed deeply once more, and Danica's fingers wriggled around inside Jane's pussy. Their mouths came together again and again. Jane cradled the back of Danica's head with both hands, and pulled her mouth to hers. Danica loved the way Jane smelled, the strawberry kiwi body wash that she used made her tremble with excitement whenever she smelt it at work.

They both worked for the same theatre company. Danica was in a few of the productions Jane was organizing, as well as a member of the improvisation group Jane lead. They had met the previous summer and had a fling that had resumed upon Jane's return from New York. She understood that Jane was not a one-girl sort of woman, and she knew that she had other lovers, but that did not stop her from enjoying the fun times they had together.

Jane's mouth went to Danica's neck, and her soft lips tickled her smooth flesh as the redhead concentrated on her finger work. Jane's hips heaved when Danica found her G-spot, and a violent expulsion of air from her lungs announced Danica's success. She rubbed the sensitive spot, and massaged it with the pads of her two fingers as Jane continued to attack her throat with kisses. Her long legs slid along Danica's, and their soft skin rubbed against each other luxuriantly.

Jane's hands came around, moving between them and sliding up to cup Danica's little breasts. The firm swells fit her hands perfectly, the pale flesh capped off in a little pink nipple, stiff and primed for sucking. Jane kissed her way a little further down, and her lips pressed against Danica's collar bone as she slowly made a path to the hollow of her neck. Danica moved upward, allowing Jane to kiss down along her chest and guide one nipple to her hungry mouth.

Danica moaned at the skillful toying of her nipple, her small breasts were very sensitive, and Jane's careful manipulation of them made her squirm above the other girl. Danica's fingers continued to move inside Jane, and pushed further into her as she pressed her palm against her clit. Jane moaned around Danica's nipple, and her hips rocked against her hand. Her tongue spread her saliva around Danica's nipple, and left it gleaming when she brought her mouth to the other little swell.

Danica kept up the motions of her fingers, moving them rapidly in and out of Jane, the wet sounds of her sliding digits delightfully debauched. Jane hummed against Danica's chest pleasurably, and sucked greedily at her sensitive nipple as she continued to squeeze and fondle the firm bumps of her breasts. Danica came back down, her nipple sliding out from Jane's full lips, to kiss her full on the mouth. Jane cooed into the kiss, her hands still massaging Danica's cute little breasts.

Danica's mouth went lower, kissing Jane's neck.

"Oh," Jane sighed shakily as Danica began her journey downward.

Danica breathed deeply, and inhaled the scent of the body wash Jane had used for as long as she had known her. The scent of it brought back so many happy memories, and caused familiar stirrings deep inside of her. Danica brought her free hand to one of Jane's breasts. They were larger than her own, though still average sized at best. They were exquisitely shaped, however, lovely swells rising out from Jane's chest, and capped with oh-so-kissable pink nipples.

Jane was content with the size of them; they were enough to provide nice line of cleavage while agreeing with her slender build. And, like Danica's, they were wonderfully sensitive. When her lover's mouth went over them Jane's opened and her head tilted back. She placed her hand on the back of Danica's head, and let the soft red locks slide between her fingers while her other hand gripped the bed sheet beneath her tightly.

Danica's fingers continued to saw in and out of Jane's pussy, slowly letting the orgasm build inside of her. Jane's stiff nipple was teased and prodded by Danica's devilish tongue, her small breasts pressing against Jane's taut stomach. Danica kissed lower on the swell of Jane's breast in parting as she continued her journey further southward. Jane's other hand went to the back of Danica's head as she went further down, and combed through the soft tresses of her wonderful hair as her lips pressed against her quivering stomach.

"Dani," Jane breathed.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at Danica as descended further. Her lips pressed against her lower abdomen, and came worryingly close to her pubic mound. Danica giggled when Jane started pushing her down further, her eagerness to have the redhead's mouth between her legs making her impatient.

"Hold on, Jane," she told her.

"I can't," Jane replied dramatically. "I'll explode if you don't hurry. I'll lose my mind, I swear I will."

Danica rolled her eyes but gave Jane what she wanted. She settled between her parted thighs on her stomach and slowly worked her fingers in and out of her glistening pussy. Her channel held her digits snugly. She pressed her lips against the soft flesh on the inside of Jane's thigh, and she breathed in the heady scent of the squirming girl above her. The strawberry kiwi scent was mixed with something more pungent here, something that made Danica's mouth practically water.

Danica's mouth went to Jane's pussy, her tongue dragging along the inner folds of her sex as her fingers continued to work in and out of her. Jane gasped, her back arched, and the hold she had on Danica's hair tightened. Danica swept her tongue upward, curling it around the sensitive bud of Jane's clit and teasing it with just the tip. Jane's hips bucked, her stomach twisted, and chest thrust upward as Danica began to eat her out.

"You're so good Dani," Jane gasped.

Danica smiled and kept going. She slid her tongue downward and did an Indiana Jones style switch with her fingers and tongue. Jane cried out when Danica's wiggling organ entered her, her surprisingly long tongue entered her far deeper than Jane would have thought possible. That tongue was part of the reason Jane kept coming back to Danica, it was long as well as knowledgeable, a potent combination.

"That's it Dani," Jane cooed, drawing her deeper with her hold on her red locks.

Danica's fingers found Jane's clit, and began to flick across it as her tongue prodded the sensitive inner walls of Jane's pussy. This double stimulation set Jane off quickly.

"Dani!" she cried out lustfully, her hands tightening into fists around her lustrous red locks as she began to cum violently.

Danica's mouth was flooded with the delicious nectar of Jane's sex, and her tongue captured as much of the flow as it could as Jane bucked up against her face. She ground herself against Danica's mouth and chin, her eyes shut tight as she smeared her juices all across her pretty face. Danica was elated, and giggled happily as Jane relaxed her hold on her hair, still shaking on the mattress as the final convulsions of her climax ran through her.

"Get up here," Jane ordered breathlessly.

Danica did as she bade, and her glistening mouth sealed over Jane's as they kissed deeply. Jane could taste herself on Danica's tongue, but did not care. Danica had performed brilliantly, and now it was time the favor was returned. Jane pushed up gently on Danica's shoulder, and their lips parted. Their eyes met, both at them smiling at each other contentedly.

"Get up here," Jane said again, this time pulling on her hips.

Danica did not need any further invitation. She crawled up Jane's body and straddled her head. Her petite body hovered above Jane's waiting mouth. Jane cupped Danica's perfectly shaped buttocks, she was not much of an ass girl, but she definitely recognized the beauty of her lover's posterior. It was tiny, tight, and round. She used her hold on it to pull Danica down until her lips came into contact with her glistening labia. Danica's hands combed through Jane's hair as she began to go to work.

Her tongue moved around with apparent ease, knowing where it needed to be and how long it needed to be there. Jane started with wide, generally pleasing motions, getting the blood flowing to Danica's vulva before going any further. She massaged the outer labia with her tongue, lovingly French kissing Danica's sweet little pussy. Shaved bald, and little like the rest of her, Danica's sex was as delicious as a sweet peach on a hot summer's day.

Jane hummed against it, and the vibrations sent ripples through Danica's body. Her nectar began to trail down Jane's tongue. Her pussy gleamed with Jane's saliva and her own juices. Jane's hands came around, and slid up the front of Danica's body to cup her breasts. Danica groaned as Jane teased the firm little swells, and gasped when she tugged on the nipples. Surging onward, Jane brought her mouth up to Danica's clit, and sucked on it as she flicked her tongue across the little pink nubbin.

"Jane!" Danica gasped. She shook above Jane as an orgasm worked through her, a slow rumbling one that Jane kept going with careful indirect stimulation of Danica's clit. Danica ground her hips against Jane's face, and Jane had to hold her still as she kept going. Her tongue pushed past Danica's entrance, sliding into her and massaging the quivering walls of her sex. Danica squealed, and peaked again above her.

Jane tasted her greedily, lapping up the honey of her sex before she kept going. Danica was becoming unsteady above her, her legs and abdomen shaking from the force of her climaxes. Jane did not let up however, her tongue moved deftly along the folds of Danica's sex. She skillfully worked her clit with her upper lip and her inner labia with her tongue. Jane had a policy that if the entire lower half of her face was not smeared with a girls' juices by the time she was done eating them out, then she had not put her full effort in.

Danica could only last so long, however, and when the next mind-bending orgasm hit her she nearly fell over. Seeing that she had had enough Jane kissed the insides of her quivering thighs until Danica came down from the climax, and was satisfied that she had performed at her full potential. Danica dismounted, rolling onto her back and wrapping her arm around Jane as she snuggled in close. She ran a lazy hand along Danica's tiny stomach, and letting it glide over her breast.

Danica sighed as she ran her hand through Jane's hair, smoothing it out and letting it glide between her fingers. Jane's hand came upward, pressing against the side of Danica's head, and drew her into a kiss.

"Don't you have to go?" Danica asked between kisses.

Jane hummed something unintelligible against Danica's mouth and continued kissing her. Danica giggled and pulled away.

"You've got that thing to go to," Danica reminded her.

Jane sighed. "Yes, I suppose I do."

Danica laughed at Jane's tone. "Come on, it can't be that bad."

"Do you want to come?" Jane asked.

The redhead arched an eyebrow. "And what will I be, the 'friend'?" she asked.

Jane looked away sheepishly. She had been with plenty of girls but none which she would have called a girlfriend. Since she had come out and gone to college she had been pretty free about who she took to bed. If she liked the look of them, and she could convince them that they liked the look of her, they would have fun. Usually it was not very difficult for her. However, she had not had a proper steady relationship in all that time.

Danica saw that her words had stung, and ran her hand through Jane's hair comfortingly.

"I was just bugging you," she said.

Jane sighed. "No, you're right," she replied.

Danica thought for half a moment that Jane was suggesting that she become her girlfriend. Instead she got out of bed and padded off towards the bathroom. Danica lived in a studio style apartment, a nice open space with areas determined by furniture rather than walls. The only exception was the bathroom, which was where Jane disappeared into. Danica heard the shower start and sighed, knowing that she had blown it.

Jane was great fun until things became too serious, and with that little comment Danica had made things too serious. It was as good as over now. Danica lay there in regret while Jane cleaned off and borrowed Danica's comb and hairdryer to style her hair into something presentable. She left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She went to her big tote bag and retrieved the clean outfit she had packed inside.

Danica watched in silence as Jane dressed, liking the white skirt and pink tank top she put on. It was cute. Jane was always so damn cute.

"See you at work," Jane said awkwardly.

"Yeah, alright," Danica replied.

Jane shouldered her bag and left, leaving Danica satisfied but saddened.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 09



Rob drew his seatbelt over and started backing out before Courtney had finished with hers. They drove in silence all the way to Karen's house. Courtney's quietness disturbed Rob far more than his disturbed her. As they entered Karen's neighborhood Rob tried to apologise.

"Sorry about the last minute change," he said. "My mom forgot to tell me I was picking up my grandmother."

Courtney made a noise and looked away. She was not angry about the change of plans, she was angry that he had hung up on her when she had been freaking out. Rather than try and calm her down he had simply hung up and carried on as if her opinion did not matter. Rob saw his attempt at apologizing had failed, but was too close to Karen's house to try again. They pulled into her driveway and Karen came out through the front door, wearing a pair of khaki capris and a long white blouse.

It was a nice outfit, Courtney thought, and Karen had had less time than she had to put it together. Karen smiled at Courtney as she approached the vehicle, and sat in the back passenger seat. She leaned around the seat and gave Courtney a little peck on the cheek in greeting, making her smile.

"Hi Rob," she said.

"Hey," he replied.

Karen could immediately see the tension between the couple, and initially attributed it to their being nervous about Courtney's introduction to Rob's family. Karen herself was nervous, this was her first interaction with a group since her birthday. The numbing effect of being ripped out of her relationship with Adam had seen her through that ordeal, and she just hoped that nothing terribly stressful occurred today. Today was not about her, however, and she wanted to give back to her friends for saving her from something so terrible.

It had built and built, and for a while she had assumed that she would forever be with him. It had felt like there was no escape, but then she had realized that in truth she had always had an escape route.

Her family and her friends.

Karen was still scared, of Adam, of herself, and of something she was not even able to give a name to. She would probably have chosen not to attend this party if Courtney had not been so obviously nervous. Her self-esteem was virtually nonexistent, and for reasons she had never experienced before. It was not her appearance, though that did still bother her, it was her judgement. She found herself feeling cynical about every relationship she had, and distrustful of every emotion she felt.

It had only been through sheer anger and the following numbness that had gotten her through her birthday party. After that, when she had been alone with Courtney, the anger had been burnt up and the chill of grief, hurt, and despair had taken her into its icy clutches. She had tried to avoid seeming so despondent again, and perhaps it was because she was so happy that Karen had finally left Adam that Courtney was blind to the fact that though he was no longer controlling her he still had a great effect on her.

Karen was tired of being a source of worry to her family and friends, and felt selfish and stupid for the situation she had allowed herself to be brought into. She did not want to be around people, but she did not want to be alone either. If Karen had had her way she would have spent every second either with either her a member of her family or Courtney, but felt like a burden and she felt unfit to be around others. Today, however, she could be more than that. Courtney needed her now, and she was eager to give something back to the friend she loved so much.

Rob started to back out of the driveway and Karen put her seatbelt on. She and Courtney talked, about everything and nothing, until they arrived at the nursing home. It was a large facility, an old manor that had been converted for the care of the elderly. Rob parked as close to the entrance as he could get and then turned to Courtney and Karen.

"I..." he began. "Look, my Nona suffers from dementia, so she may act a little strange but she's completely harmless."

Courtney and Karen nodded that they understood.

"Alright," he said. "I'll be right back."

He took a steadying breath and then left the vehicle.

"Okay," Karen said once he had shut the door, "what the hell is going on with you two?"

"He hung up on me," Courtney said.

Karen nodded. "I see. Why?"

"Because he was in a hurry," Courtney replied curtly.

This was not good. Courtney and Rob rarely fought. It was frankly a bit annoying to everyone to see how easily they apparently managed to get along. Worse still, Rob apparently did not know what he had done wrong, which would only serve to aggravate Courtney further who thought it should be obvious what had upset her. It was not likely to break them up, but it could lead to an embarrassing argument for the two of them if it was not dealt with.

Ever the peacemaker, Karen tried to help. She tried to explain to Courtney that he was in a stressful position, which did not help much because Courtney was as well. She tried to say that Rob had just made a mistake, which also did not help because it sounded too much like what she might have said about Adam's old way of treating her at one point. By the end of it Karen thought she might have done more harm than good as all she had done was affirm in Courtney's eyes that she was in the right.

Rob appeared, steadying an elderly woman walking with the aid of a walker. They came slowly, going to the driver's side. Rob opened the door and helped his grandmother into the vehicle. He introduced Courtney and Karen to her, and she smiled sweetly at them. Seeing Rob with his grandmother did more to make Courtney forgive him than anything Karen had said. He was really quite sweet around her, very attentive and almost reverent.

She was his mother's mother, the wife of the grandfather he had spent so much time with as a child. His Nona. It was clear that his respect for his grandfather guided his interactions with his grandmother. Karen helped her with her seatbelt while Rob put her walker into the back of the car.

"Thank you Debbie," she said in accented English.

Karen smiled pleasantly. "I'm Karen, remember?"

His grandmother smiled. "Of course. I'm sorry. You're Karen, and she's Courtney. Robby's girlfriend who is studying cosmetology and has a cute little dog I would like to meet."

Courtney smiled, pleasantly surprised. She did not know that Rob had told his grandmother about her.

"What are you talking about?" Rob asked as he came in through the driver's side door.

"Nothing, Bobo," she told him.

Courtney and Karen giggled at use of the pet name, but Rob hardly reacted. The rest of ride home was immensely more pleasant than the rest of it had been so far. Rob's Nona turned out to be a riot, despite her issues with memory. Her long term memory was superb, and she told them all sorts of amusing anecdotes about Rob as a child as they went. One in particular, about Rob when he was about six at the supermarket, telling his grandmother that she should not use the word 'damn' because it was a bad word.

"So," she said. "I asked him, 'What else is on the list?'. Well, if he doesn't just start listing off every curse word he knows in front of everyone in the lineup," she said.

Courtney and Karen were laughing hysterically, and laughed harder as the eighty-some year old woman started listing off every word Rob had. His grandmother laughed as well.

"Yes, his grandfather had taught them to him," she said fondly. "Where is your grandfather, Bobo? Shouldn't he have picked me up?"

The vehicle grew quiet for a moment.

"Nona, grandpa died remember?" he said.

"Oh, of course," she replied. "I meant your uncle."

She had not, but Rob was not cruel enough to make her admit her mistake.

"No Nona, Uncle Mark will be meeting us at my house," he told her.

She nodded. "And how is my daughter?" she asked.

"Good," Rob replied.

"And Jane?" his grandmother asked.

"She's doing well," Rob said.

She nodded. "I worry about her," she said. "I pray for her."

Courtney was unsure if she meant because she was gay and that was a sin, or if there was some other reason.

"I know Nona," Rob told her.

There was a long silence as they continued to drive.

"What happened to your grandfather again?" his Nona asked.

Karen perked up, she had heard a great deal about Rob's grandfather but only just then realized that he had never discussed the details of his passing.

"He had lung cancer," Rob replied in an oddly quiet voice.

His Nona nodded. "Of course. All that smoking. Neither of you girls smoke do you?"

Both Courtney and Karen assured her that they did not. They arrived at Rob's house and entered through the gate.

"Whoa," Karen said who had never been to the Kavanagh house before.

It looked particularly impressive now that the flowers in the gardens were in full bloom and carefully groomed. Rob aided his grandmother as she got out of the vehicle, and helped her walk into the house. She insisted on having Courtney at her other side now that she had decided that she quite liked her grandson's girlfriend.

"Nice girl," she said. "Like that blonde one," she said struggling to find Jenna's name but gave up when it didn't come to her. "But a bit more... controversial I'd say," she continued.

Courtney grinned sheepishly.

"No no, dear," his grandmother continued. "Controversy is a good thing. If Harvey doesn't like you then you must be marvellous."

His grandmother had a long standing disapproval of Rob's father, and was one of the few people who openly spoke against him on a regular basis. Rob loved her for it. They entered the open garage and went through it to the back yard. It was a bit of a walk for his grandmother but she made it, albeit slowly. There was a mixed response to her arrival, some were wary of her and others practically ran to her. Rob's youngest cousins, and a few of his older ones, and her own children.

Courtney was thankful for the distraction. It kept the attention away from her for at least a few moments. Gradually, however, people began to notice the two strange girls Rob had entered with. She looped her arm with Karen to keep them guessing as to which one of them was his new girlfriend.

Then Marilyn popped up.

"Robert!" she exclaimed from behind them.

She came through the door they had and was carrying a tray of food.

"Here Robert, take that over to the table," she told him, dumping it into his arms.

Rob left to do as she bade.

"So good to see you again," she said pleasantly to Courtney. "And this is... Karen?"

Karen nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"And same to you," she replied.

Then she switched to Italian to speak to her mother. She laughed at something she had said and then returned to talking to Courtney. As Courtney was talking she felt a presence appear behind her, she turned, finding a very tall and rather severe looking man standing behind her.

"Harvey," Rob's grandmother said. "Long time no see."

"Leonora," he replied politely. "You haven't aged a day," he replied charmingly.

He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek in greeting, allowing her to do the same. He straightened and turned to Karen.

"Hello, and you are?" he asked.

"Karen," she replied.

"Very nice to meet you Karen," he replied before turning to Courtney. "And this must be Courtney," he said.

Courtney felt him looking at her, his smile less than genuine. Courtney returned the smile and held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you at last," she said.

"Yes," he said as he took her hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you too. Now, I need to go find my brother. You two have a good time now," he told them.

And with that surprisingly easy introduction he left them. Rob reappeared, having missed the introduction. That was far less dramatic than Courtney had anticipated it being, in fact, his father had seemed vaguely... pleasant. She was still on guard, but felt herself beginning to relax.

"Why don't you three go down by the lake, we've got karaoke set up," his mother suggested.

"Okay," Rob replied.

He led Courtney and Karen through the large expanse that was the backyard. Large canopies had been erected to give the guests shade and to house the various tables containing food and drink. There were about fifty people there, but with the space the backyard provided there was no crowding. The music from the karaoke could be heard from the garage, and grew louder as they got closer to the lake. Courtney supposed the idea was to keep the racket as far away from the house as possible.

As they walked Courtney began to notice the stares and the behind the hand whispers. It made her uncomfortable. The incredulous looks made her feel as though she did not belong there, and if one more person laughed to her back she would turn around and demand to know what they found so damn amusing. Rob sensed Courtney's discomfort, and tried to hurry them along. He himself was getting increasingly frustrated with the reception Courtney was getting.

They did not even talk to her before passing judgement. They simply made snide comments to each other. Rob and his sister had long since been something of outcasts among their family, particularly their father's side, but his mother's could generally be counted upon to be reasonably pleasant. The only problem was Rob was having trouble finding any of his cousins on that side of the family. Then he recognized the voice of his cousin Richard singing on the karaoke and knew where to head.

Courtney cringed as someone began a truly awful rendition of A-ha's Take On Me. She had always liked the song, largely due to its really cool music video. She braced herself as they came to the high note. The sound that came through the speaker was similar to that of a cat being skinned with a rusty knife. The group gathered in front of the karaoke stand seemed to be a lot more fun than the rest of the party goers, though a few still gave Courtney a few strange looks which she ignored.

Rob led them to a patch of grass in front of the stage that had been put up for the karaoke. Apparently the Kavanagh's took such things quite seriously, or they thought it would make for a pleasant distraction. With the way Richard was butchering the eighties classic Rob thought bocce ball might have been a better option.

When Richard's song came to an end, polite clapping rippled through the crowd and he bowed in an exaggerated manner. He was a clown, always looking to make people laugh, and generally succeeded. He was a year younger than Rob, and was a economics major at the Harvard much to his parent's delight. And he was one of Rob's best friends. He hopped off the slightly elevated stage and another of Rob's cousins went up to sing a less painful version of Paradise City.

Richard spotted him and waved wildly. He weaved through the seated crowd before shocking Courtney and Karen by what he did next. He tackled Rob, driving him to the ground. The melee that ensued was frightening to watch, but apparently normal as the rest of the guests only watched with partial awareness. The two wrestled, Courtney and Karen bum walking away from them to give them space.

The two of them were laughing like idiots, until Rob managed to get Richard into a hammerlock.

"You give?" Rob asked, panting from the effort. It had once been an easy thing for him to wrestle his cousin into submission, but not anymore.

"Yeah, fuck I give," Richard replied in a strained voice.

They let go of each other and breathed heavily. Richard offered a hand to Karen.

"I'm Richard," he said with a warm smile.

Karen grinned uncertainly. "Uh, I'm Karen."

"Good to meet you," he replied. "And you must be Courtney?" he said.

Courtney nodded and shook the hand he offered her. Richard was quite charming; in the same way Rob was though with a more direct sense of humor. He looked different from Rob, however. He had much darker hair, and deep brown eyes. They had a similar build, with Rob being slightly taller, so she guessed their fathers were brothers but seemed similar in other ways. He and Rob caught up while their family laid waste to much of the karaoke catalogue.

An opening came up and Rob nudged Courtney's foot.

"Why don't you try?" he asked.

Courtney looked at him horrified. Richard saw the look, and graciously saved her.

"Why don't you go?" he asked Rob.

"I'm worse than you are," Rob said.

"Yeah, you really don't want to hear him sing," Courtney affirmed.

For a guy who had such a nice speaking voice, Rob could not carry a tune to save his life. Someone on the fringes of their conversation piped in.

"Come on, one song. You two could do a duet," she said.

Rob and Courtney turned. It was a girl of about their age, maybe slightly older, with reddish hair and a slight sneer on her face. Richard liked that idea, and as the others overheard their discussion the more pressure was levied on them to sing. Courtney eventually relented, finding herself enjoying the party now that Richard had shown up.

"Okay," she said in an attempt to be agreeable. "How about I sing alone? I really don't want to have to hear Rob," she said.

Rob laughed, joined by the others. Courtney went up to the stage and let teenage boy pick a song for her to sing. Waterfalls by TLC came on.

"Seriously?" Courtney asked into the microphone, earning a laugh from the audience.

The boy change the song. Pat Benatar's Hit Me With Your Best Shot, came on.

"That's more like it," Courtney said. And then she began to sing.

It soon became clear to all in attendance that she could sing. Her voice carried even without the microphone. Courtney had been to enough of her mother's gigs and rehearsals to know how perform. She decided that if she was going to do this she might as well do it well. The song was low effort her, so she danced around a bit, moving the microphone stand through the guitar solo. She held the last long note for longer than was necessary, earning her a wonderful round of applause.

The girl from earlier looked unhappy, and Courtney got the idea that she had been attempting to embarrass her. There was a bit of a kerfuffle when she tried to get off the stage. People wanted her to sing something else, which tended to happen when someone who could actually sing attended one of these things. Courtney tried to refuse but the girl with the reddish hair approached the stage.

"Why don't you sing something a bit more challenging?" she asked.

"I'd really rather not," Courtney replied.

This received a chorus of boos, and Courtney turned to the crowd, looking for Rob to save her.

"Come on!" he shouted. "One more!"

That made her mad. He had already angered her by hanging up on her and now he was trying to pressure her into doing something she really did not want to. Okay, Courtney thought to herself, one more. He would wish that he had come to her aid like she had wanted him to. Karen saw Courtney's expression change, and braced herself. It was the look Courtney always got before she did something she was going to later regret.

"Alright," she said. "But I get to pick the song," she said.

Everyone cheered, and the group was growing larger as the other party guests grew curious about the hullaballoo that had started. Courtney went over to the computer, going through the list of songs until she came to one that she was familiar with and suited her purposes of embarrassing Rob perfectly. She would have to adjust the lyrics on the fly, but that would not be too difficult for her. She had second thoughts for a moment, wondering if this really was a good idea as she saw older relatives gathering.

Fuck it, she thought. He brought this upon himself. She pressed play, and Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman came on. She strode over to the microphone as the heavy guitar started, staring at Rob with an edge he had never seen before.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 09



"This is dedicated to my boyfriend Rob," Courtney said as the guitars grew louder. "Love you babe."

Everyone turned to Rob, who looked baffled. Courtney never called him 'babe'. Courtney banged her head to the beat of the music, holding the microphone and drawing it to her mouth, not needing the lyrics to do this. Besides, she would be changing them as she went.

"Rob's Girlfriend's a dick magnet, Rob's girlfriend's gotta have it," she began to sing.

There were looks exchanged and more than a few 'whoops' from the younger males in attendance. Courtney could see Karen laughing and Rob looking horrified.

"Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town. / Grab my ass..." Courtney turned around, pulling the microphone with her and grabbing a handful of her own ass as she sang the lyric, "actin' tough. Mess with me, I'll fuck you up."

She spun back around as she sang this, flipping Rob off and continuing to sing. She got to the chorus, which made Rob turn scarlet as she sang in an extremely husky voice.

"I like to shake my ass, I grind it to the beat / I like to pull his hair when he makes me grind my teeth / He likes to strip me down, I'm naughty to the end," she sang, making sure each lyric was very clear.

"You know what I am, no doubt about it / I'm a bad, bad girlfriend!" she sang.

The chorus followed, and she actually ground her ass to the beat as she sang. Those in attendance seemed scandalized, and she was pretty sure the teenage boy managing the controls of the karaoke would remember the sight of her movements for the rest of his life. Courtney continued to sing, certain lyrics standing out above others. By altering some lyrics she ruined the rhyme, but she did not think anyone was particularly worried about the song structure at this point.

"Man I'm hot and fixed to be, the future / Ex-Mrs. Kavanagh," she sang.

The final run through of the chorus went. Rob looked like he had thought she would stop much earlier, but she had gone through the entire thing, milking every lyric for all the scandal she could get from it. The song concluded.

"I'm a bad, bad girlfriend / I'm a bad, bad girlfriend."

She left the microphone and hopped off the stage, striding off towards the house as the last parts of the music backing wrapped up the song. Everyone made space for her to walk, muttered conversations following in her wake as she decided she really did not want to be there any longer. She caught a glimpse of Rob's father, who was smirking at her. Courtney looked away, suddenly ashamed of her actions but knowing no other course of action but to get out of there.

Courtney realized that she had just ruined everything. There was no way Rob's family would respect her after that display. She had been angry, and she had behaved poorly. Courtney even wondered if their relationship could last now. Rob had not stood up for her. How was she supposed to have a relationship with him if he faded away as soon as it became hard for him to stand behind her?

She entered the house through the back patio on the verge of tears and decided to go upstairs to Rob's room to calm down. As she was ascending she could hear a voice, a clear voice and somewhat familiar for some reason. It sounded like the person was crying.

"'I hate it when you make me laugh -- even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around. And that fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you -- not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all,'" the voice said, growing gradually more emotional as it went.

Courtney worried that she had stumbled in on something she should not have, but then heard a steadying breath and a few mumbled words. She continued down the hallway and realized the voice was coming from Jane's room. Courtney hesitated, but then knocked on the door. There was a rustle of papers and a muttered curse or two before the door opened.

"I'll be right..." Jane began. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were my mom."

Courtney looked at Jane. She had had a vague memory of her from high school, when she had been a freshman. Jane had changed somewhat in the four years since she had left for college, but that did not stop Courtney from recognizing her.

"Jane?" Courtney asked.

Jane nodded. "And you're..."

"Courtney," she replied.

A smile bloomed on Jane's face. "Of course, I should have known. Did my brother send you looking for me?" she asked.

Courtney shook her head. "I had to get away from the party."

Jane scanned Courtney up and down appraisingly. Courtney shifted slightly under her gaze.

"Baby bro's done well for himself," Jane commented simply.

Courtney blushed and Jane retreated back into her bedroom, leaving the door open as an invitation for Courtney to follow her. She stepped inside the room, finding it a mess of papers and clothing. Jane saw Courtney looking at the piles of paper with curiosity.

"Scripts and notes," she explained.

Courtney nodded. "I heard you talking."

Jane looked slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I was reading a monologue from 10 Things I Hate About You, it's delivered by Julia Styles. I'm using part of it to get in the right headspace for something I'm writing."

"Oh," Courtney replied.

"So," Jane said. "Why'd you run away?"

It was Courtney's turn to feel embarrassed. "I got mad and made a fool of myself."

Jane nodded. "That tends to happen when our passions take over. What happened precisely?"

Courtney recounted the karaoke incident to Jane, finding her very easy to talk to. It felt like she had known her for years, she had a nurturing and gentle demeanor with just a hint of playfulness. In a way she reminded Courtney of Rob, which she supposed made sense.

"I see," Jane said, laughing. "Well, first impressions and all that."

"I think I blew mine," Courtney replied.

Jane shrugged. "No worse than Jenna. She tripped and ripped her dress in half up the back, giving everyone a good show."

Courtney laughed.

"I suppose I should probably go out there," Jane said. "Can't hide forever. The audience demands the grotesque, immoral, lustful lesbian."

"Do they throw peanuts?" Courtney joked.

"No, only snide remarks and disapproving glances," Jane replied. "I'll just stick with Nona, she scares the crap out of my father's side of the family, and doesn't care about me being gay. Though she does give me crap about my lack of a steady girlfriend. She's an equal opportunist in that regard though, Richard never gets through a family gathering without her harassing him too. She's pretty great." As she spoke she began choosing an outfit from her closet.

"I noticed. She's quite the lady," Courtney said.

"Yeah. Too bad it skipped a generation," Jane replied.

Courtney had gotten the sense that Rob's mother was a bit timid. They could hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Courtney?" came Rob's voice.

Courtney remained quiet.

"You can't hide from him," Jane told her quietly as she stripped down to her underwear right in front of her. "He won't be mad with you."

"You didn't see his face," Courtney replied. She tried to stop her curious eyes from surveying the flesh Jane so casually exposed. It must have been her theatre experience that made her so comfortable in her own skin, or perhaps she was messing with Courtney.

Jane pulled a pink sundress over her head, smoothing it out as she looked at herself in the mirror on the door of her closet.

"I know my brother. Go and talk to him," she replied as she adjusted her hair.

Courtney felt like she had just been dismissed so she left Jane's bedroom. Rob spotted her almost immediately.

"Oh, there you are," Rob said. "Are you alright?" he asked.

He looked really worried about her, which soothed some of the anger she felt towards him.

"I'm fine," she said.

"Can we talk then?" he asked. "In my room?"

"Sure," Courtney replied.

They entered Rob's bedroom and he locked the door behind him. Courtney leaned back against his desk while he paced in front of her. He was clearly deep in thought, preparing his words carefully.

"I'm sorry," he began. "I shouldn't have pressured you like I did. I know that you don't like to sing publicly, and I let you be coerced into doing so because I knew it would impress everyone. When you said no, I should have supported that."

Courtney nodded.

"And earlier, I hung up on you," Rob said. "I was in a hurry and I didn't want an argument so I just went ahead with what I wanted, and then I did it again later again when I pushed you to sing. That wasn't fair, and so I'm sorry. Worst of all, I've been acting like a coward. I invited you here, and I haven't kept my family in line like I should have."

Courtney nodded again. "Did Karen tell you what to say?" she asked.

Rob blinked, looking confused. "No, why would she do that?"

"To stop us from fighting," she explained.

"Karen and Richard couldn't stop laughing at me," Rob said. "And everyone else was just staring at me. I didn't get any advice."

Courtney nodded once more. Rob drew closer to her, and reached out for her hand. She let him take it, and looked up at him.

"I shouldn't have done what I did," Courtney said. "It was vindictive and mean, and just confirmed what they were all thinking."

Rob shrugged. "A lot of them thought it was funny, I mean it was kind of a satire of what my Dad's family thought of you and it just pointed out how ridiculous they were being. Some of them sort of realized that they were being unfair I think."

It was true. More than one of his aunts congratulated him on having such a 'bold' and 'brave' girlfriend as he had run off to find her.

"Really?" Courtney asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, I mean obviously a few of them thought it was offensive. But generally I think it went over surprisingly well. You missed what my Nona had to say about it though," Rob said.

"What'd she say?" Courtney asked.

"'Well, at least someone around here doesn't have their head shoved up their ass. She just shakes it,'" Rob replied.

Courtney laughed, the sound soothing music to Rob's worried soul.

"I like her," Courtney said.

"Yeah, she likes you too. Thinks you're beautiful, brave, and smart," he told her.

Rob drew closer to her, his chest pressing against hers as she was pinned between him and the desk behind her.

"And what do you think about me?" Courtney asked him.

"You know that, I think you're perfect," he told her.

Courtney grinned as their lips came close to each other. "Then remember to act like it," she told him.

Rob made a silent promise to do just that by kissing her deep. Courtney's hand went up to the back of his head, drawing his mouth against hers while Rob's hands went around her waist and drew her hips to his. Their hips nudged against each other as their chests slid over one another. Courtney's breasts squashed against Rob's chest. His hands slid around her, pressing against the small of her back, and pulling her hips against him as if to suggest something.

"We can't," Courtney gasped between their kisses.

Rob kissed the protestation away and slid his hands further down, going over the swell of her ass. Courtney gasped against his mouth as he squeezed the firm buns over her dress, her body growing hot under his touch.

"Rob," she protested as he brought his mouth to her neck.

"We'll be quick," he told her.

"We can't," she said. "Not with everyone here."

Courtney said that, but her own hand had just slid between them, going to Rob's groin.

"I need to discipline my bad girlfriend," Rob whispered to her. "They'll understand that."

Courtney trembled slightly. "Are you going to spank me again?" she asked.

Rob groaned and pulled back from her, turning her around and bending her over his desk. Courtney felt him grab the hemline of her dress and hike it up over her ass. She was practically shaking before he grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees. By the time she heard him drawing the zipper of his shorts down her juices were practically running down the inside of her leg. Courtney felt his shaft rest against the swell of her right buttock, and gasped when he brought his fingers to her drooling sex.

"We shouldn't do this," Courtney told him.

"They're all out back, they won't hear us," he said.

Rob's fingers glided along the damp folds of her pussy, his heavy shaft resting against her ass as though to give her a hint of what was to come.

"What if someone comes looking for us?" she asked.

"You'll have to be quiet," Rob told her.

"You know I'm not good at that," Courtney replied.

Rob's hand left her pussy, running adoringly along the smooth flesh of her tanned bottom.

"Should I gag you?" he asked. He spanked her playfully, making Courtney groan.

"No," she said. "You need to finish in my mouth," she told him. "To get rid of the evi—" she gasped as Rob's cock entered her.

Courtney was soaking wet, and he slid into her hot channel with ease. He bottomed out, and held his rigid member deep inside of her quivering pussy. This was so naughty, in his bedroom, with all of his family around them, her dress hiked up and her panties around her knees. What would they think of her now? Beautiful? Perhaps. Brave? Almost certainly. Smart? Maybe not so much. Rob smacked her ass, keeping it gentle and playful but still making Courtney shiver with pleasure.

Her pussy drooled around his cock, and her nectar trailed along his balls and down the insides of her thighs while it remained stuffed inside of her. Rob hunched over her, pressing his chest against her back, one hand on her ass and the other holding her shoulder. He kissed her exposed throat gently, and ran his lips upward until he arrived at her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he told her.

Courtney shuddered. He hit a depraved cord inside of her and made her want to do things that she would not have considered with anyone before. To have the guy she loved also be the one that she found the sexiest was truly a blessing. Courtney was not sure how she would feel about herself if she got as hot as she did for Rob for someone she did not love on something other than a physical level. Rob knew how far to push, and when to pull back. He had forgotten earlier today, but he would not do it again.

Rob's hand came down on Courtney's ass again, making her gasp as he began to buck his hips against her. They did not have a lot of time, unfortunately, the longer they were at it the longer people would have to wonder where they had gone off to. Rob held nothing back from the start, which was very unusual for them, but kind of excited Courtney. Despite being the one bent over the desk, Courtney had the power in this situation. Rob needed to get off a whole lot more than she did, which was why he was playing so many dirty tricks.

The dirty talk. The spanking. The dominating pose. All of it was to get her off because he did not have the patience or the time to do it in their more conventional manner. Rob's hips lurched against her, his hips impacting her ass with a fleshly smack at the bottom of every stroke. His balls batted against her as they swung pendulously forward at the sudden halting of movement.

Rob drew himself upward, pressing both hands against her shoulders, and pushing her down against the desk as he used them as leverage to drive into her powerfully. Courtney's hands were splayed out over the top of the desk, her back arched to make her entrance more level to Rob's waist, helping him thrust into her more quickly. He reached around her, found her clit, and rubbed it furiously, making Courtney cry out.

Rob continued to pound into her, which caused more dangerous moans to escape her. Eventually it became clear that she was going to attract too much attention if she kept on in this manner. Rob withdrew and spun her around. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. Courtney leaned back, her shoulders pressing against the shelf of the desk. Rob kissed her and re-entered her, swallowing down her moans as he began to thrust into her once more.

Courtney's panties dangled from one ankle, waving like a flag of debauchery as he lunged into her. The desk rocked beneath her from the force of his thrusts, and her juices smeared on the desk beneath them as her ass was shoved backward by the impact of his body against hers. He pulled her back to the edge of the desk, her ass squeaking against the wood as he dragged her by the waist, and then held her there as he continued to work his shaft into her.

Courtney wrapped her legs around him, her dress bunched up around her waist as his hips heaved forward between her splayed limbs. She came forward, holding her arms around him and keeping her mouth on his as he continued to take her in a display of wanton virility. Her moans were difficult to suppress, but they remained muffled enough for them to both feel reasonably comfortable to keep going. That was, until, Courtney had her first orgasm.

A ragged cry of lust escaped her as she was suddenly overcome by a series of violent pulses that ran through her body, causing her muscles to tighten and her body to tremble. Rob pulled her face to the crook of his neck, smothering her cries of lust as she came violently around his rigid organ. The tightening of her channel nearly pushed Rob over the edge, and he nearly came until he remembered Courtney's earlier request.

He withdrew, guiding a dazed Courtney to her knees and feeding her his cock. Still dizzy from her orgasm, Courtney took a moment to realize what she was supposed to be doing. When she did she dove on Rob's cock hungrily, knowing that if she was caught now slobbering along Rob's shaft like she was starving for it that 'brave' would not be the word his family used to describe her. Courtney took Rob deep into her mouth, her lips tightening around it as she drew back.

Rob sighed as his shaft slid between the soft pillows of her lips, not pushing back the pressure like he normally did. Courtney's hand came up to cradle his balls, and she toyed with them as she came forward and engulfed his entire shaft. She drew him into her throat and worked the muscles of her throat around his pulsing member. Rob's hands rested on the top of her head, and he held her against him as he began to cum. Courtney groaned around his shaft as his semen flowed straight from his helm down her throat.

Her dark eyes looked up at him, her nose buried in his pubic hair, and his load firing down her gullet as he held her to him. Rob released her as his orgasm began to recede and she resumed bobbing along his shaft to draw out the last remain traces of his seed before swallowing them down as well. The only sign of what they had done was the little trail of spit that ran from the corner of Courtney's mouth down to her chin. She wiped it away and stood, grinning at Rob with glistening lips.

"We good now?" he asked her.

"Maybe," she told him coyly. "I might want one more thing."

"What?" Rob asked.

"You have to sing. A song of my choice. In front of everybody," she told him.

Rob laughed until she realized she was serious. Courtney's lips curled into an evil smile.

"You're serious?" Rob asked.

"Uh huh," she replied.

"Any song," Rob asked.

Courtney nodded. "I'm thinking something from the nineties girl band genre."

Shit. Rob thought.

"But first, we need to find Karen," Courtney said.

"I left her with Richard down by the lake," Rob replied.

"Okay, let's go find her," she said.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 09



The gathered guests muttered to each other, the sound of laughter mingling with the din.

"You should go follow her," Karen told him as she struggled not to laughs. "She seems upset."

Rob nodded, and something seemed to shift inside of him. He looked mad now, but not at Courtney. Karen saw him turn that gaze on one of the nearest gawkers. The reddish haired girl who Karen assumed was one of his cousins. She looked away quickly and Rob stood, moving through the mob of people in the direction Courtney had run. She saw a few people say some things to him, and saw his defensive posture relax marginally as they spoke.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Richard asked, realizing that the attention would be turned to her now that Courtney was out of sight.

"Okay," Karen replied.

She was intrigued by Richard. He was similar to Rob in some ways, but seemed to have a more cheerful sort of personality. Rob could be funny, but it was a dry wit, not the fun goofiness Richard had shown so far. Richard stood, holding out a hand to help Karen to her feet. She returned the smile he directed at her and took the proffered hand. Richard led her through the crowd, and walked in the direction of the detached garage Karen had spotted previously.

They entered it through a side door, finding a sort of rec room that was defined by a carpeted area. The rest of the garage was cement floored like you would expect, with Rob's car parked inside. Richard walked over to it, and ran the tips of his fingers along the body of it thoughtfully.

"You know, since we were kids Rob's always been the strong one," he said. "He's a year older so he was always put in charge when we played together. I sort of tagged along causing trouble for the both of us."

Karen smiled. She could see that. Rob might not have been an older sibling, but he definitely behaved like one at times. He had a sense of responsibility to him that she had always liked.

"How long have you known Courtney?" Richard asked.

"Since middle school," Karen replied.

Richard nodded. "She seems cool. He's crazy about her. Never shuts up about her."

"She's the same way about him," Karen replied.

"That's good. He's finally acting like himself again," Richard said.

Karen was not sure what he meant by that. Richard saw her confusion.

"When our grandfather died Rob took it hard, he entered something similar to a depression. It caused all sorts of trouble, wreaked havoc on his relationships, especially with Jenna. She didn't show it, but I think it stressed her out to see him so... Well he really wasn't himself. She didn't know how to handle it, and she wanted to break up with him prior to it happening but stuck with him to not be the girl who broke up with him while he was already dealing with so much you know?" Richard replied.

Karen was surprised by this. She had had no clue that Rob had ever had any sort of problems like that. He seemed so stoic and focused; it was one of the traits she liked in him, especially for Courtney whose life was so often chaotic. This outsider knowledge was intriguing, but Karen wondered briefly how Richard knew what Jenna had been thinking about her relationship with Rob. They must be good friends, Karen realized. The two did both go to Harvard.

"Anyway," Richard said, "he seems happy now so I'm happy for him. Being in Australia for the past two months was made a lot easier knowing that he was doing okay."

Richard left the car, going over to lie back on the loveseat, leaving the recliner for Karen. She sat, a silence falling over them.

"So, where did you go to school?" Karen asked him. She did not remember him from high school so she assumed he must have gone somewhere else.

"St. Altfrid's," he replied.

Karen nodded. That made sense. It was a private Catholic school that was very popular among the wealthy who lived in the South End.

"I guess you went to school with Rob?" he asked.

Karen nodded. "Yeah, a year behind though."

They talked about their high school experiences. Amusing each other with stories from the past. Karen noticed fairly quickly that Richard seemed to be flirting with her. It was subtle, as though an invitation to join him. Karen was flattered, Richard was cute and nice, but she really was not ready for anything so soon after Adam and despite his being Rob's cousin did not trust him. Adam had been charming, handsome, and funny at first too. She no longer trusted her sense of judgement, and did little to encourage him.

Richard grew more obvious in his flirting, perhaps thinking Karen was not picking up on his signals. Eventually the topic turned to the activities they had done in high school. Richard became quiet when Karen asked him what he had done.

"Okay," he said. "I played football and ran track, but I also did..." he hesitated.

Karen was already grinning. She saw his reluctance to tell her was because he found it embarrassing.

"What?" she asked. "Come on, it can't be that bad."

"Ballroom dancing," Richard admitted.

Karen laughed. The idea of Richard wearing a suit and doing a waltz was hilarious.

"I thought it would be a good way to meet girls," Richard said defensively.

"Did it work?" Karen asked.

"Oh yeah, plenty of girls, but also plenty of comments questioning my masculinity," he said.

Karen shrugged. "I think it's cool. I used to dance too, all the girls were nuts about this one guy, Jake. He turned out to be gay though," she said laughing.

"See! That's what I had to deal with," Richard exclaimed.

"I wouldn't be one to question your masculinity," Karen said. "You're very manly," she said soothingly.

Richard grinned. "Thank you, and you're very feminine."

Karen giggled in a very girly way, a sound which trailed upward and then was cut off abruptly as soon as she realized that she was making it. It was not a sound she was accustomed to making. She felt flustered for a moment, but then Richard moved to get up and the moment passed. He went over to the stereo beneath the TV set up on the far wall.

Karen watched as he went through the CD's, finding something appropriate to dance to. The garage as a dumping ground for rejected stuff, and over a hundred CD's were stacked around the stereo and on the ground to the left of the TV stand. Richard picked one and salsa music came on over the speakers.

Richard extended a hand towards Karen.

"You know Cali-style?" he asked.

Karen suddenly became nervous, but the music was playing and he looked so alluring offering her his hand. It's just a dance, she told herself. She took his hand and he pulled her out of the chair. Richard grinned happily and took her into a closed dance position by taking her right hand in his left and placing his right hand over her left shoulder blade. Karen returned his smile, and straightened her posture as he counted them in. Both had their feet together in the starting position, and Richard stepped forward, taking the lead.

They kept the steps basic, and just danced for the fun of it. Richard was a good lead, he gave Karen claves as they danced, little tugs or pushes that let her know when to turn. He let his hand slide down to her waist, slightly more intimate than its initial perch on her shoulder blade. Their bodies were still fairly far apart, their feet moving in harmony, and their hips swaying saucily in time with the music. Her motions were the natural opposite to Richard's.

As it became clear that Karen was finding this step easy Richard moved on to a more advanced step. They did an under arm turn, Karen spinning and then facing him, her hips swaying sexily. It quickly became clear that Karen was the more advanced dancer, but Richard was quite good himself. Karen trusted him not to step on her feet as they increased the difficulty of the dance. It did not take her long to notice that they complimented each other well as partners, a fact which she was not sure she liked or not.

Karen was growing warm from having his hands slide along her body, and the concentration he was paying her bodies movements. It was not lecherous attention, but necessary for the dance. She liked the contact, and that worried her. They went into the side break step, Karen's hips swaying from side to side elegantly. Richard drew her in closer as the song approached the end, and she felt him preparing to dip her. His hands went to the back of her neck and her lower back, and she did not fight him as she went backward.

Richard was enchanted as he watched Karen go back, her long black hair cascading behind her, her hand holding his shoulder, and her left foot going outward while her right leg bent at the knee in an elegantly feminine pose. The way he gazed at her made Karen feel truly beautiful for the first time in months. When she came back up her cheeks were slightly flushed. Another song came on but neither made a move to dance. Richard still had his hand on the back of her neck, and Karen's green eyes looked into his with a mixture of fear and desire.

Richard's dark eyes shut and his face came closer to Karen's. Karen felt a flood of panic, and stepped back. Richard's eyes opened, a look of embarrassment growing on his handsome features.

"Karen, I..."

"No," she said. "It's... I shouldn't have..." she stammered. Her heart was racing. What was she thinking? She was nowhere near ready for something like this. Was she so starved for approval that she would kiss someone just because they had shown her modicum of warmth and desire? Was she so devoid of self-esteem that she would latch onto the first guy who treated her kindly?

Karen ran off without another word, and left Richard standing in the rec area on his own with cheerful Latin music playing in the background. She crossed the lawn, approaching the house and entering through the back door. She needed Courtney, she was panicking. She stepped into the air conditioning of the house, and her flats clopped along the hardwood floor as she walked down the airy hallway towards the front of the house.

Karen was completely lost, she did not know where to go. Then she heard a knock at the door.

Knock, knock-knock. Knock, knock-knock.

Karen's heart plummeted at the sound.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 09



"Fine," Adam said. His voice sounded disappointed. He reached forward, pulling the wet mass of her panties from her mouth. "I guess we're done here."

She could see that she had made him angry. Dread filled her and she scrambled to placate him.

"Wait, no. Adam," Rachel pleaded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please, it's okay. Tie me up if you want. Just don't do it too tight, please?" she asked.

Adam smiled at her. "Atta girl," he said.

Rachel smiled as he kissed her cheek and she put her arms out in front of her. Adam tied a knot around one wrist with the one end of the stocking before looping it around a few spokes on the metal headboard and tying the other end around her other wrist. The knots were snugger than Rachel would have liked, but they were not painfully tight. Adam balled up the wet mass of her panties up once more and returned it to her mouth before going back around behind her.

Rachel squirmed as she felt him run the head of his cock along the glistening cleft of her ass, swiping back and forth before zeroing in on her anus. Adam pushed forward. He penetrated her and made her cry out. The next fifteen minutes were humiliating and painful for Rachel, but she bore it, satisfied that she had done well when Adam grunted loudly and began to pump his seed into her ass.

Adam slid out from her cream filled chute and Rachel felt him grab her other stocking. He pulled it down her leg.

"I'm going to blindfold you now," he told her.

Rachel nodded, he had done that before and she actually did not mind it. It heightened her other senses, including touch, and she liked to show Adam that she trusted him. The stocking worked as an excellent blindfold, she could not see a thing.

"Okay," Adam said. "Now, I'm going to invite Eddy in."

Rachel froze, and felt Adam's hand go to her back. "It'll be okay Rachel. I want him to see how amazing you are, okay?"

Rachel shook her head no. How could he expect her to be okay with this? She had told him over and over she was not interested.

Adam's voice turned gentle. "Please baby, for me? It'll make me really happy. Eddy's a good guy, he won't hurt you. I promise. I'll be right here."

Rachel shook her head again and Adam lost his patience.

"Listen Rachel, either you do this or we're done. If you don't we're through. You understand that?" he growled.

Tears leaked out from under the blindfold, and Rachel sobbed.

"Rachel, is it okay?" he asked in a gentler tone.

She nodded.

Adam stroked her cheek gently. "There's my good girl. Don't cry, it'll be fun. I promise."

It wasn't. After Eddy had finished with her the two of them took her at the same time, using her for hours until she was smeared with cum all over and she lay exhausted on Adam's bed. Adam went for a shower while Eddy sheathed his cock with another condom, the little blue pill helping with his own virility. Rachel simply lay there on her stomach as Eddy took her, still bound, gagged, and blindfolded.

They had removed the gag only to use her mouth, the taste of their semen mixing with the flavor of her pussy. It had been one of the hottest things Adam had ever experienced. He had tried to get Karen to do it, on multiple occasions. Asking her for it on his birthday, but she had refused and he had been reluctant to push her too far. Rachel had been understandably nervous, Adam thought, but she had performed beautifully.

He cleaned the stench of sex from his body, his erection still standing though hyper-sensitive. He was supposed to work that night but decided that he was going to call in sick and see if Rachel would go for a round without being tied up. He walked naked to the kitchen, retrieving the phone and calling his manager at Fletcher's. He was on the janitorial staff, the work sucked but Adam liked the money. He always got stuck with night shift though, which was complete bullshit.

The phone rang and his manager picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey Gale," Adam said adopting a 'sick' sounding voice. "Listen, I've been vomiting all day. I don't think I can come in tonight."

Gale paused for a moment. "You understand that this is the fifth time in the past month that you've called in sick, right?"

Had it been that many times?

"Yeah," Adam said in the same sickly tone. "I don't know what's wrong."

"I think I do," Gale said. "I don't think you want to work your shifts. Listen Adam, if you don't want to work tonight I'll find someone else who will. Hell, I'll do you one even better. You don't have to come in all next week, or the week after that, or ever really."

"Gale wait," Adam said, losing the 'sick' voice he had been using.

"Oh feeling better now?" Gale asked sarcastically.

"Gale please," Adam said. He hated how childish he sounded.

"No Adam, you're done here. You never want to work, and when you're here you're a shit worker. You just want to sit around and collect a paycheck, and that's not how we operate around here. You're fired," Gale concluded.

"Y-you can't do that," Adam said.

"Yeah? Well bring it up with Harvey Kavanagh. He put me in charge of headquarters maintenance, which means I can in fact fire you. Goodbye," he said.

"Mother fucker!" Adam screamed into the receiver.

The phone cut out and Adam gazed at the phone enraged. Kavanagh. It was always Kavanagh. First Karen, and now his job. What had he ever done to that fucker? Had he put his father up to this? Had he told Gale to fire him for any reason? Adam threw his phone across the room, and practically screamed in rage. He charged to his bedroom, ignoring Eddy who was just finishing with Rachel for what must have been his fourth time.

Forgetting her entirely, Adam dressed hurriedly. He knew where the asshole lived, everyone in town knew the Kavanagh house. It was time he paid for fucking with him. It was long overdue.

"Untie her when you're finished and drive her home," Adam told Eddy as he left the room.

Rachel made a sound of protest which both ignored.

"Where are you going?" Eddy asked.

"To put the hurt on Rob Kavanagh," Adam replied before he grabbed the bat he kept behind his bedroom door and disappeared from the room.

Eddy turned to Rachel, and gazed at her with predatory eyes. He grasped her shoulder, and her arms crossed as she was rolled onto her back. Rachel felt his weight leave the bed and hear him moving around the main room of the apartment as she lay there blindfolded. He returned and removed the gag.

"I'm going to give you a hit of weed to calm you down a bit, alright?" he told her.

"Fuck off," she spat.

Eddy's hand came down on her cheek and she cried out in pain. He took her hair and yanked on it, making her cry out again. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Listen bitch," he told her. "Adam's not here now and I'm not nearly so nice. You'll take the fucking hit and then I'm going to fuck you again. If you don't I'll hurt you. Do you understand?" he asked.

Rachel nodded.

"There's my good little girl," he said with a more kindly tone. "Here," he said.

Eddy pressed the end of the pipe to Rachel's lips and he drew out his lighter. She heard the clink of it starting.

"Inhale," he told her.

Rachel breathed in and knew immediately that what was in the pipe was not weed. She coughed, and Eddy laughed.

"What did you just give me?" Rachel asked worriedly.

"A little crank. Feels good doesn't it?" he asked. Eddy laughed wickedly as he blocked her breathing through her nose and forced her to inhale the acrid smoke from the pipe once more. Eventually she stopped resisting, and took the hits he fed her.

Rachel's heart fell as everything else lifted.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 10



Author's Note:

This is the tenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have been receiving wonderful words of encouragement, and it really is appreciated.

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 10



Fortunately, without moving furniture they were able to fit everything and get it packed up before evening arrived. Rob went upstairs to his old room to make sure he had not forgotten anything. Once he was satisfied that he had not, he sat down at his desk and wrote a note to his mother and father.

To his mother he was gentle, understanding her fear and offering her an open door should she ever decide to get away from his father.

To his father he was honest. It was a letter of regret, of anger, frustration, and ultimately futility.

I only ask one thing more of you, Rob wrote, do not interfere in my life again.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 10



"Brianna and Jane..." she gasped.

"Are here because we invited them," Rob reminded her. "This is your birthday present."

He really did not need to talk her into this. Courtney was incredibly wound up from spending so much time trapped in a vehicle with Rob without stopping at some point to fuck each other's brains out. The entire time thoughts of every other time they had been in a vehicle together came to mind. Their 'gym dates' which had made up the first month of their relationship, the joyrides in Rob's car... Yes their relationship had featured a great deal of sexual intercourse in motor vehicles.

Courtney was about to protest again, but Rob slid two fingers into her pussy and turned her protestation into a gasp of delight.

"You're really wet," Rob commented.

"It's hot in here," she told him.

"Yeah, I don't think its sweat," he replied.

Courtney moaned as he sawed his fingers in and out of her pussy.

"How do you do this?" she asked. "I was a good girl before you came along."

Rob laughed. "I thought you told me you were 'evil'."

"Playful evil," Courtney told him breathlessly. "Puppy evil compared to you."

"You're my 'bad bad girlfriend' remember?" Rob asked.

Courtney pushed back against his fingers, which made them slide deep into her wetness. She gasped and ground herself back against his hand, her ass resting in his palm.

"Then punish me," she told him heatedly.

"How?" he asked.

"Relentlessly, creatively, deeply..." she told him huskily.

Rob's cock bobbed in his boxer shorts.

"Physically, mentally, psychologically?" Rob suggested.

Courtney expelled a shaky breath as his voice hypnotized her. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on his touch. His fingers slid in and out of her pendulously, slowly lulling her into a trance-like state of lust.

"Orally, vaginally, anally?" Rob continued.

Courtney moaned as his fingers squirmed around her, her body hunched over the sink with her hands braced on the cool rim. She did not perceive him moving behind her at first until his turgid member pressed against her ass. Before she registered what he was doing, Rob's cock was pushed past her entrance and he was sliding deep into her. It happened in one smooth motion and made Courtney cry out.

"Is everything alright in there?" came Brianna's voice on the other side of the wall.

"Yep," Rob called back. "Thought she saw a bug but it was a false alarm."

"A big bug," Courtney hissed at him from over her shoulder.

Rob grinned at her and then started moving. Courtney bit her lip against the sensations of him moving around inside of her, and tried to fight back her moans as the ridges of his cock rubbed the sensitive inner walls of her sex. He moved in long smooth motions, one hand pressed against her shoulder, the other holding her hip as he thrust against her. Courtney was breathing heavily, not from exertion but from her struggle not to cry out every time he bottomed out inside of her.

Courtney's circumvented panties were soaked at the site of their union, and a trail of her nectar ran down the inside of her right thigh.

"Rob," Courtney gasped. He continued pushing into her, his thrusts getting more forceful and her ability to fight her moans weaker. Rob's hand slid between them, going down between her legs and finding her clit.

"Cum for me Courtney," he told her as he rubbed the clit.

"Rob!" Courtney groaned. Rob bucked his hips against her, flicking his fingers along her clit.

Brianna's eyes widened as she heard Courtney practically scream in the bathroom.

"Oh, they're at it already," Jane said, glancing up from the notebook she was scribbling in.

The shaky moans Courtney emitted made Brianna blush but Jane seemed unconcerned. The pleasurable utterances ended and Rob said something that Brianna could not make out but made Courtney laugh. The water turned back on, and Brianna tried to get back to the book she was supposed to be trying to read. Footsteps, light ones, made their way out of the bathroom and Courtney appeared in front of their doorway. They had kept the door open to let the breeze in off the lake.

"Goodnight," she said. The flush on her face from her orgasm was still fresh, and she had a slightly dazed grin on her face.

"Try not to keep us up too late," Jane replied.

Courtney grinned sheepishly. "We'll try our best," she said.

"Goodnight," Brianna said as Courtney disappeared from sight.

Rob came by a few minutes later and said goodnight as well before heading off to join Courtney in their shared bedroom. Courtney was waiting for him when he arrived, lying naked on her back. Rob came forward, and stripped down before crawling onto the bed over her. They kissed, Rob's hand cradled the back of Courtney's head as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Rob's still erect member pressed against her, and became sandwiched between their two bodies.

"I love this place," Courtney told him. "Thank you."

Rob smiled at her. "I figured that after everything that we'd been through it'd be nice to get away for a while."

Courtney grinned. "So far I've been having a more than 'nice' time."

"Let's see if we bring that up to a 'good'," Rob replied.

He kissed her neck, one hand gently holding her throat as his mouth pressed against it. His hand trailed down the front of her body. It went over her breast, and cupped it tenderly as he kissed her deeply. The top of Courtney's foot rubbed against the outside of his calf, nuzzling against his leg as their tongues embraced. Courtney reached between them, and grasped his rigid organ to guide it to her opening. She gasped against his lips when he pushed his hips forward and his manhood slid into her sex.

Courtney wrapped her legs around him in encouragement for him to move. His hips began to sway and he came forward to kiss her once more. The kiss grew heated quickly, and the force of Rob's thrusts increased. His hands pressed flat against the mattress on either side of her head. The darkness in the room made it nearly impossible for them to see each other, but Courtney was aware of his hands' presence because of the depression of the mattress they made as he pressed his weight down onto them.

There was an incredible silence here. An absolute, utter lack of sound that they filled with their laboured breathing as they made love. Rob could make out the faint outline of Courtney in the darkness, but it was by listening that he gauged his actions. He became aware of all the little sounds she made, the little gasping breaths and almost silent mutters, the gentle whines and repressed moans. More than that, the faint whispers of her legs and the back of her head moving against the bed sheets.

If he moved too much these sounds were drowned out, their delicacy encouraged Rob to go very slow to savor these little morsels that he normally missed. Even his own breathing was too loud for his own taste, masculine grunting compared to the pantheon of wonderful airy sounds Courtney produced as he slid in and out of her. The sounds rose in volume the longer they went, her breathing growing heavier, the moans more frequent, the near silent mutters becoming audible encouragements.

"That's it Rob," she told him as she held him to her.

The bed creaked gently as he made slow, tender love to her. His hands sliding over hers, pressing them down against the mattress, her slender fingers linking with his much larger ones. Courtney drew one leg upward, curling it over his hip while the other remained mostly straight, opening herself up for him to slide into her more deeply. He kissed her neck as he thrust into her rhythmically, and her hands tightened around his as her breathing took on a new quality of urgency.

Courtney stared up at Rob's silhouette, only just able to make out some parts of his features. Her eyes looked up at him in the darkness, the ache inside her becoming an uncontrollable need. Her body demanded release, and with every smooth thrust of his hips, Rob brought her one step closer to it. The pace of his thrusts increased and so did the volume of Courtney's moans. The bed creaked a little louder as passion consumed them, and their mouths found each other in the darkness once more.

Courtney's hips thrust up against his as he pushed down into her, their breathless kiss becoming something akin to a mashing of their lips together. Her legs both bent at the knee, with her feet pressed flat against the mattress to give her more leverage to buck up against him. Rob's hold on her hands tightened and he pushed them down into the mattress more firmly. His lips left hers and he began listening again, hearing her heated breathing and excited moans.

Rob noticed a slight hitch in her breathing, a slight bump that became a sudden sharp intake of breath. A slight croak left her as she tried to fight back the cry, but as her body was overcome by her orgasm it ripped its way out of her throat and reverberated around the room. Rob continued to move, using her first climax as a springboard to the second, and then to the third. They seemed to be becoming more intense every time.

Rob only took slight breaks between each crest, kissing her trembling lips and the hot flesh of her neck before moving again when it did not cause her discomfort to do so. After the hypersensitivity of the third had dissipated, Rob continued. Courtney was moaning freely now, with Rob propped up on his forearms and her arms curled around him. Her hands pressed against the back of his head, and her mouth was near his right ear allowing him hear every cue it emitted which enabled him to set just the right pace.

It was not long before she came again, this time she nearly screamed and her body contorted, her legs tightening around him and squeezing him against her. She continued to shudder as the aftershocks and Rob tenderly ran his fingers along her hair line and kissed her mouth as she recovered. He turned her exhausted body over and grabbed a pillow. He lifted her waist up and put it beneath her hips to elevate her lower body.

Courtney groaned as he re-entered her, slightly confused as to how she had changed positions. She was starting to get delirious, the first orgasm was always the hardest for her to achieve, but once she had reached that summit it was easy for her to reach each subsequent one. Rob slid more deeply into her in this position and made Courtney gasp when he hit a spot inside her located near the back of her vaginal canal. He bottomed out, filling her completely and simply held it in there.

Rob kissed her shoulders to give himself a break as much as Courtney. Her rich scent invaded his nostrils, familiar and alluring, as he kissed along the nape of her neck. Courtney began to shift back against him to invite him to continue. He started slow at first, and heared her sharp intake of breath when he hit her G-spot on his way out, and then again on his way in. Zeroing in on it he began to move in short thrusts, and applying direct pressure against it.

Rob ran his hands along the backs of her forearms and over her hands, his mouth kissing her shoulders as he pushed into her. He found if he stimulated multiple areas at once Courtney's body was more responsive, like it multiple triggers for the same gun. Courtney was breathing heavy again quickly. Her still sensitive pussy clinging to him tightly as he pushed into her. His chest pressed against her back, and his hands came to her sides and ran up from her hip to her arm pit which made her spine curl back against him.

"Oh God," Courtney gasped. "Rob!" she cried.

It came on hard and unexpectedly, like a freight train impacting her. Rob had not anticipated it, and had to hold onto her as her ass suddenly lurched backward against him. He pinned her down with his body weight, and felt her shake and shift spastically beneath him. Courtney's breathing was rapid, almost to the point of hyperventilation, and her head grew light as she shook for a long time between him and the mattress.

"Are you okay to keep going?" Rob asked gently.

Courtney moaned. "Yes," she replied weakly.

Rob was doubtful so he waited a long time before starting again. It was late in the night now, well past midnight and into the early hours of the morning. The darkness remained absolute as he lay on top of her, the familiar curves of her body moulded to the front of his body. He ran his hands along her sides, finding her extremely responsive to his touch. She was very sensitive along her ribs, he knew, and gently trailed his thumbs along them as he rocked against her gently.

"I don't want you to stop this time," Courtney told him. "I want you to cum, and I want it inside me."

His cock throbbed its approval inside her hot sex.

"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

"I can take it Rob," she told him. "Don't stop, just keep going."

Courtney did not think she could take much more, and wanted Rob to get off at least once before she needed to stop. She was already exhausted, thankful that all she had to do was lay there and take what he gave her. If she tried to ride him right now she thought she would not be able to, her legs would be jelly.

"Alright," he told her. "Tell me if it starts to hurt though, okay?"

He heard Courtney's head shift as she nodded in the darkness and he kissed the back of her right shoulder gently. Rob's hands caressed her, sliding beneath her and cupping her breasts, and gave each a squeeze before coming back around and going down the back of her arms. They slid over hers, enveloping them and linking his fingers with hers, and pinned her palms against the mattress.

Then he began to move.

It was a fairly gentle pace, just a gentle rocking of Rob's hips. He did not hold back the way his body felt, he did not pull back from any edge, he just moved inside of her and let the pressure build. Courtney's breath caught every time the head of his shaft bumped against her G-spot, making her peak in near climax every time he did. Rob listened to her heated breathing and felt the way she pushed back against him to encourage him to keep going even in her exhausted state.

Sweat formed between their bodies, but the refreshing night wind drifted through the window and bathing their bodies in cool air as Rob thrust rhythmically against her. His lips found hers, kissing first the corner of her mouth and then full on the lips as she turned her head to meet him. He would have liked to take her harder, but knew that in her current state that was impossible. The bed creaked gently with his thrusts, and the steady beat of his hips eventually set Courtney off again.

She buried her head in the pillow, crying out raggedly into it. Rob slowed, and began to stop before she spoke.

"Keep going!" she growled huskily before burying her face in the pillow once more.

So he did. Hearing her muffled screams as he fucked her, feeling her squeezing around him, stopping only to reposition her if her squirming became too violent. Courtney could not believe what was happening to her body, she had never experienced anything like she was at that moment. Her head was light, and growing lighter as she muffled her moans ineffectually with the pillow. Her hands clawed at the bed sheets and her pussy soaked them as she gushed around his cock.

How many orgasms she had she was not sure, she was not fully aware of all of them happening. It was just a sea of bliss as his cock continued to pummel her pussy. It was not a particularly forceful pace, in fact by their standards it was quite relaxed, but it was the ceaseless motion that kept her cumming and cumming. Rob was breathing shakily behind her, near his own climax. It was going to be a big one, he could feel it, and did everything he could to precipitate its release.

At the end Rob could hold back no longer, he pushed himself up on his hands, bracing them on either side of the pillow Courtney was moaning into as he bucked into her frantically. The headboard shook, and Courtney came hard once more, an orgasm that kept on going and going. A release of such intense lust that her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she made a sound unlike Rob had ever heard before. He groaned loudly as his own climax exploaded rapturously inside of him.

It was like every nerve ending was on fire, a searing pleasure that consumed every part of her being. Courtney cried against the pillow, her pussy convulsing spastically around Rob's swelling cock, taking in the seed that he began to pour into her. The hot fluid flowed, his balls resting against her as he entered her as deep as he could go. Upon feeling the first surge impact the back of her channel, Courtney could hold on no longer.

Rob felt Courtney go limp beneath him, his own body losing its strength and collapsing on top of her. He kissed her neck and tried to bring his mouth to hers but she was unresponsive.

"Courtney?" he asked softly.

Courtney groaned softly, confused about what had just happened. One second she had been there, feeling him fill her with his seed, the next he was stroking her hair gently and asking her if she was okay in a worried tone.

"Wh-what happened?" she asked. Courtney was exhausted, her body heavy.

"I think you passed out," Rob told her.

His hand drew her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek gently. Courtney was still muddled, her mind foggy, like she was drunk but not on alcohol.

"How?" she asked him.

"Hyperventilating," he told her. "Your heart was beating too fast but you did not have enough blood going to your head, and you were breathing too fast. Oxygen wasn't getting to your brain so your body hit the reset button."

"I fainted?" Courtney asked.

It was almost cute how tired and disoriented she was. She did not seem distressed by what had happened, she had heard about it before but had never experienced it personally. Rob got off of her and rolled her over on to her back. His cum seeped out from between her engorged labia, trailing down her perineum and pooling on the sheets beneath her.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked her.

"No," she said weakly. "Just, stay here," she requested tiredly.

Rob got in close to her, pulling her against him. Courtney let herself be rolled over onto her side, snuggling in close to him, her forehead pressing against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He murmured soft words of affection to her, and ran his hands along the warm flesh of her back. As he did this he slowly lulled her into a deep and fitful slumber.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 10



God she must do lots of squats. Jane thought to herself as she eyed Brianna's posterior. Realizing what she was doing, Jane quickly stopped ogling her roommate and retreated from the room. It was rare for Jane to have so much trouble containing herself around a girl. Brianna would not leave her mind as she put on a pot of coffee and waited for it to brew by pouring herself a bowl of cereal. There was movement from within the sex den, and Courtney emerged.

Jane swallowed slightly at the sight of her. She wore just a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Jane watched her ass sway as she went to the bathroom and disappeared into it. After a few minutes she re-emerged and grinned tiredly at Jane before re-entering the little bedroom she was sharing with her brother. It was not long before her brother groans could be heard from within, and Jane supposed that Courtney must be getting a different sort of breakfast to the one she was eating.

After pouring herself a mug of coffee from the fresh pot, Jane gathered her cereal and a banana for good measure before heading out onto the porch. The morning was still young and the heat had yet to become oppressive, though Jane could feel the high temperatures coming. She ate her breakfast and then sipped her coffee, admiring the view from the porch. It overlooked the lake, a wide bay with a small island nearby.

Jane thought she could probably swim to it, maybe take Brianna with her, turn it into their own little paradise in the same way Rob and Courtney had the space with the shared wall to her bedroom. Jane sighed peacefully and bringing her feet up to the handrail that surrounded the elevated porch. She sipped her coffee as she stared out over the lake peacefully. Jane could hear movement in the main room of the cottage, and was soon joined by Brianna.

"Good morning," she said welcomingly to the newcomer.

"Morning," the blonde replied as she sat down into the chair on the other side of the table.

The two fell quiet after that, and enjoyed the serenity of the morning companionably. It was rare, Jane found, to find someone who knew when not to talk. People heard silence and always felt the need to fill it with their own voice. The two girls sipped their coffee and let it wake them up slowly as they eased into the day. A feminine cry could be heard from within the cabin. Rob must be getting his breakfast now. Jane thought to herself as she took another sip from her mug.

"They're very loud," Brianna commented.

Jane laughed dryly. "Hopefully they'll get it out of their systems today. I don't expect we'll be seeing much of them until this evening."

The words put forth the implication that the two of them would be spending the day together, a prospect Brianna both relished and found intimidating. She liked Jane, a lot, but she worried that she was not equipped to do the sorts of things Jane might expect of her. Brianna had never been with a girl before. Jane clearly had a great deal of experience, and she was confident in herself. Brianna let her eyes drift over to Jane, and found them arrested by the gentle arch of her bare foot in the sunlight.

She even had pretty feet.

Brianna was slightly miffed with Courtney for pushing this on her, even though she did like Jane, and did find her attractive. It felt like meddling. Brianna cast her eyes out over the lake in an attempt to ignore the beautiful woman sitting to her left.

"Well," Jane said. "I think I'm going to go lay down by the beach. I've taken about all I can stand of that..." she said, referring to the increased volume of the lovers in the cottage.

Brianna nodded. "Okay. I'll just finish my coffee and then I'll join you."

Jane grinned. "Sounds lovely."

The older girl walked into the cottage before she saw the grin Brianna's lips curled into at her words. Her heart seemed to skip a beat whenever Jane smiled at her or flirted with her. Jane reappeared with a towel wrapped around herself and a pair of flip flops on her feet. Brianna watched her descend the steps and grab a beach chair from beneath the porch. She walked off towards the beach, disappearing behind the trunk of an immense beech tree blocking her from view for a moment before she reappeared.

Brianna watched as Jane lowered her sunglasses over her eyes and erected the beach chair. Her cheeks grew warm when Jane unwrapped the towel around her, revealing the toned, lean body beneath. Even from this distance Brianna could only admire the exquisite shape of Jane's form, and her eyes remained on her as she settled into the beach chair, the gentle morning rays bathing her body in a warm glow. She looked almost ethereal, the reddish tone in her tawny hair becoming illuminated brilliantly.

"Brianna?!" Jane called suddenly.

The sound of her voice shook the blonde from her trance.

"Yeah?!" Brianna called back.

"Can you bring me my sun tan lotion when you come down? It's in my toiletry bag," she asked.

"Okay!" Brianna called back.

Having been awakened from the spell the tawny haired girl had put her under, Brianna got up and entered the cabin once more. She could hear labored breathing coming from Courtney and Rob's room, and hurried to change into her own bathing suit and retrieve the tanning oil Jane had requested. After throwing her towel over her shoulders, and tying her hair back in a ponytail, Brianna found the toiletry bag and retrieved the lotion Jane had asked for.

Just as she was leaving Courtney let loose a high whine, heralding the arrival of another climax for her friend. Brianna blushed scarlet and hurried out of the cottage. She descended the steps, and followed the route Jane had taken, grabbing a beach chair along her way. When she got to the beach she erected the beach chair next to Jane's and handed her the tanning oil.

"Thank you," Jane said, removing her sunglasses. "I burn to a crisp if in the sun. Unfortunately I took after my father in that regard. Rob got lucky, he took after our mother."

Brianna nodded, and watched Jane rub the lotion on herself surreptitiously. The older girl's hands slid along her legs and over her exposed stomach, and then over her arms and the top of her chest. Jane had no intention of exposing her back to the sun for a while, but feeling Brianna's eyes on her made her want her hands on her as well.

"Do my back?" she asked.

"Uh," Brianna said nervously. "O-okay," she replied.

The little stammer was cute, and Jane smiled at her gently as she handed her the bottle. A gentler touch was needed, Jane realized, going to direct with Brianna would just intimidate her. Jane turned and pulled her hair out of the way so Brianna to smear the lotion over her back. The older girl had to fight back a pleased sigh as the blonde's warm hands pressed against her back. She rubbed the tanning lotion in carefully, and disciplined herself like she did when she did this for Courtney or Karen.

The scent of Jane's shampoo and whatever other products she used was thankfully masked by the sun tan lotion. Brianna had been catching alluring whiffs of both and it was making her hands shake slightly. Jane had a nicely toned back, leanly muscled. She had swam in high school and still did it for exercise on a regular basis. Brianna reached Jane's lower back, and made the girl gasp when her fingers pressed against the small of her back.

"Sorry," Brianna said apologetically. Her hands retreated and Jane was dismayed.

"No," she said hurriedly. "Just a little ticklish, it's fine."

The tawny haired girl waited for Brianna to continue, and nearly sighed again when the warm hands came into contact with her body once more. Brianna did not linger, she finished the job and took her hands away feeling slightly warm in the cheeks and tingly in other areas. Jane was experiencing similar complications, she had not anticipated how strong her physical response would be to Brianna's touch. She had been fighting with herself not to squirm the whole time.

"Thank you," Jane said, closing the cap on the lotion and passing it to her. "You should use some too," she told the younger girl, "you don't want to burn."

Brianna nodded and went through the same process Jane had. Jane had noticed early on that Brianna was very fit, with sexily defined abdominals and long toned legs. Unfortunately she had yet to catch a glimpse of that ass she had been admiring earlier that morning. She was, however, treated to a good look of Brianna's impressive bust in the frankly skimpy bikini she wore. A lovely pale blue color, with trailing strings holding the bottoms up and a tie around the back of her neck keeping her top up.

Brianna had not chosen it for herself, Courtney had when they had gone shopping in preparation of this trip. She had felt bold when she purchased it, but now she felt self-conscious. She wondered now if Courtney had done this on purpose, isolated the two of them and ensured that the only swimwear she had was quite revealing. It was a crude plan, but likely to be effective given the way Jane was looking at the blonde as she spread the sun tan lotion into her already tanned skin.

"I'll do your back," Jane offered as soon as Brianna had finished with her front.

Brianna nodded nervously and turned. She put her ponytail over her shoulder and let Jane work the tanning lotion into her skin. She hummed softly at her touch before she realized what she was doing. Jane did not react apart from smiling to herself as her palms slid along Brianna's soft skin. She felt the firm muscle beneath shifting under her fingers as she rubbed the lotion in, smoothing it around her shoulder blades before going lower.

Jane's hands slid beneath the band of Brianna's bikini for just a moment, revealing that previously unseen bit of flesh to Jane's curious eyes. Her hands continued further down, rubbing her back and then approaching her bikini bottoms. Jane could not help but give Brianna a bit of a massage, gently pressing her fingers into the firm muscles of her back, releasing some of the tension they held. The blonde girl bit her lip to stop from sighing again, and almost protested when Jane pulled her hands away.

"There you go," Jane said brightly.

Brianna released a breath that she had not realized she had been holding.

"Thanks," she replied and laid back in her chair.

The two girls sunned themselves peacefully listening to the waves whisper against the shore. The sound slowly lulled them into a semi-sleep state as the sun warmed their skin and they lay gleaming in the sunlight. Jane heard Brianna shift beside her, and glanced over to see the blonde roll over onto her stomach. Brianna reached behind herself and undid the straps of her bikini top so that her back would tan evenly before settling back against it with her head pillowed with her hands.

Jane could see the sides of Brianna's flattened breasts and eyed the curve of her back as it led into the high swell of her buttocks. Taking her lead, Jane did the same, garnering Brianna's attention as she laid out flat on her stomach. Jane had nice long legs, Brianna could not help noticing, not to mention a tight little bum that looked really cute in her pale pink bikini bottoms. Jane undid her top as Brianna had in the hope that she too would avoid tan lines.

The two stayed in the sun until it was too hot to remain doing so. The sunlight beat down on them, making them sweat as the noontime heat arrived. They talked intermittently, nothing substantial, just enough to be companionable. Eventually the heat became too much for Jane, so she tied up her top and rose from her prone position, rolling off her beach chair and stretching her arms above her head.

Brianna watched as the older girl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, burying her toes in the soft sand of the beach, her ass moving from side to side above those long, lithe limbs she had been admiring before.

"I'm going to go for a swim," Jane told Brianna. "Cool down a little."

"All right," Brianna replied.

Jane could not resist the impulse that came over her then. She swatted Brianna's bum playfully, which made the younger girl gasp in outrage and surprise, and then bolted towards the water. Brianna moved to go after her, and charged into the water behind the older girl. Jane dove gracefully into the water while Brianna blundered in the shallows, dog paddling in the direction Jane had been headed before she had disappeared below the surface.

Jane emerged from the water, laughing happily as Brianna tried to catch her, easily evading the weaker swimmer. Brianna was laughing as well, her face flushed and her wet hair clinging to her head. Jane finally let the younger girl catch her, and felt her grab her by the arm.

"Gotcha!" Brianna exclaimed.

They were in water up to Brianna's shoulders, which was a few inches over Jane's, both breathing heavily from the chase.

Jane smirked at her. "Now what are you going to do to me?" she asked.

Brianna blushed but did not let go of her assailants arm. "This," she replied.

Jane yelped, jumping forward against the pinch Brianna had applied to her buttocks, which made her chest brush against Brianna's. She looked up at Brianna whose eyes suddenly went wide. She stepped back, and her hands went over her chest as her eyes turned to shore where she had left the top of her bikini resting on the beach chair. Jane saw Brianna's face turning red and laughed.

"Not a big deal," she said casually. "They're just boobs, I have them too."

Brianna's blush just deepened and she hurried off towards the shore, leaving Jane dripping and alone in the water. Jane was frustrated, they were just having fun. Why was she worried about a little nudity? She had not even seen her breasts, they had been underwater. Brianna walked out of the water, a trail of it falling off of her as she retrieved her top, put it back on, and then grabbed her towel before heading up towards the cottage once more.

Jane made a sound of frustration and fell backwards beneath the surface of the water, submerging herself and letting a long cry of exasperation out, bubbles blooming before her eyes. She was like a scared doe. Anything Jane did freaked her out, anything remotely sexual. That's when Jane got the idea. Smiling to herself she returned to her swimming, enjoying the water for a while longer before returning to shore, a little extra sway in her hips as she cracked the code of Brianna.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 10



Taking on his role of police officer Rob took on an authoritative tone.

"I'm sorry Miss, but there is mandatory sentencing in these matters," he told her.

"Don't I get a trial?" she asked.

"I've been extended extraordinary powers in this regard, ma'am. You have the right to remain well fed. Anything you eat can and will be cooked in a sanitary setting. You have the right to pick what you want to eat for dinner before having the others present during the cooking process. If you do not know what you want, a meal will be chosen for you..."

Courtney laughed. "Alright, alright. Let me go already."

Rob laughed and did as she said, letting her go and slide out from beneath him. They got dressed for the first time in hours and made their way cautiously out of the room. Jane and Brianna were nowhere to be seen, but he could hear voices down near the water. He looked through the large panoramic window that dominated the front wall of the main room of the cottage, it overlooked the water and he could see his sister and Brianna setting up a blue structure made with looked like mosquito netting.

He and Courtney left the cabin, venturing outside for the first time all day, hunger finally drawing them out. Rob could smell food grilling, and spotted the charcoal range on the beach. Music was playing from a radio, generic pop stuff, as they approached Jane had said something that had made Brianna laugh.

"And so I say to her, 'Why don't you go downstairs?', and she says 'Because the chef's waiting down there!'" Jane said.

Brianna lost it, laughing hysterically, dropping her end of the large insect tent they were trying to erect.

"Hey," Courtney said, drawing the attention of the two girls.

Jane's grinning face turned to them. "Oh hey. Finally worn out?" she asked.

Courtney pretended not to know what Jane was talking about, and Rob blushed. He helped Jane set up the tent, and they moved the deck furniture down into it so they could sit by the lake without being pestered by the insects that were starting to come out. They had burgers for dinner, a good hearty meal after all the activity of the day. Jane and Brianna had gone out on a hike, exploring the area for much of the afternoon before returning to camp.

Both of them had wet hair from the swim they had had after returning from the woods, this time without the awkwardness of lost bikini tops. After Rob had finished eating, and was responsible enough to wait the required time before doing so, he decided to go for a swim of his own. He pulled his shirt over his head, having already pulled on his swim trunks as his shorts, and strode off towards the lake.

Courtney had eyed his torso as he had stripped off his shirt, the attraction in her gaze absent from Brianna's. Jane, Courtney understood, he was her brother after all. But she could not understand how anyone could not find that attractive. Even when he came back with rivulets of water trailing down his muscular chest and down his rippling abs, there was not so much as a peek from the blonde. If ever Courtney ever needed confirmation that her friend was gay, that memory would serve nicely.

After they ate dinner, both Rob and Courtney went to the shower hut, the detached bathing facilities. The water was warmed by the sun in a steel tank, positioned on the same hill as the solar panels which provided the electricity for the cottage. There was only one stall, but they were happy to share. Both were pleasantly drained, and their touches during the shower were more affectionate than they were arousing.

They washed the sweat from each other, and once they smelled human again they returned to the cottage. Jane and Brianna were sitting together in the bug tent, chatting pleasantly, when Rob and Courtney arrived.

"I'm going to head to bed," Rob announced. "You coming?" he asked Courtney.

"I'll be up in a bit, I want to hang out for a little while," she said.

"Alright," Rob said.

Jane averted her eyes when they kissed, not wanting to see the lovey dovey faces they made at each other before they parted. Courtney took her seat, leaning back against her chair and sighing contentedly.

"So..." Jane began. "What happened to keeping it down?" she asked.

"Well..." Courtney replied, "I did get it to go down, but then it just went right back up again."

Jane laughed, followed by Brianna who took slightly longer to get the joke. The three girls sat together, chatting and joking, the conversation gradually getting raunchier until Courtney decided to go to bed. She left Jane and Brianna alone, pleased to see that they were getting along so well, and went up to the cottage. Rob had cleaned up the room, putting fresh sheets on the bed and tidying up the pillows before stripping down to his boxers and crawling in.

Courtney was as exhausted as he was. She dressed in her typical sleepwear, a tank top and a pair of panties, before crawling into bed with him. Courtney snuggled against him, the evening had cooled enough to make sleeping pressed against one another comfortable, and positioned his arms so that they were wrapped around her. After shutting off the bedside lamp, and settling in his embrace, Courtney closed her eyes and followed Rob into slumber.

When Jane and Brianna came up from the beach, they expected noise. Thankfully there was none, and the two went to get ready for bed. Jane had figured Brianna out, she thought, but it was going to be a long game. Fortunately they had two weeks and a great deal of that time was going to be spent with just each other. Brianna entered the room, fresh from brushing her teeth. Jane had already changed for bed and went to brush her teeth as well while Brianna dressed for bed.

The two took their separate beds, thankful for the reprieve in temperature and noise.

"Goodnight," Jane said.

"Goodnight," Brianna replied.

The two then fell asleep.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



Author's Note:

This is the eleventh installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have received such wonderful words of encouragement, and it really motivates me to keep writing.

Now, after that cliff-hanger I left it on you are all eager to get on with the story, so I'll stop here.

I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



Then again, she did not know what it was like to be loved by her.

Rob kissed her deep and began to move his hips, her own hips rocking up against him. Their breathing began to grow heated, and their lips remained pressed together. He made love to her, his body swaying above hers with virile grace, his hand squeezing her breast rhythmically through her shirt. They had been together already that day, shortly after Rob had finished cleaning the fish, but that had been fucking.

Now they were making love.

Fucking was exciting, it was carnal, and it was a sort of love. But making love was tender, it was slow and fast all at the same time, it made Courtney's heart beat fast in her chest and made her want to cry from the joy it brought her. That was what Rob did to her. He made her heart beat fast, he made her feel loved and protected, and he made her body shake and tremble as she approached the first of the climaxes she had requested.

And he kissed her all through it. His tongue endeavoring to show her once again that he was okay, and that she was the reason for that. Her. Courtney Maclean. She was the reason that he had hope for the future, because she would be in it. Somehow, he thought she began to understand at last. It was the same way she felt about him when she had been frightened for her mother after her suicide attempt. Everything would be fine as long as they had each other.

"Rob!" Courtney gasped. Her arms strained against his hold, but he kept her wrists pinned down. Her stomach tensed and flexed as she writhed beneath him, her channel tightening around him as she reached her climax. Rob held his turgescence inside of her, filling her as she groaned shakily and shook on the bed beneath him. Her chest thrust upward against his hand, her heavy breast squashing against his palm before she fell back against the mattress still breathing heavily.

Rob dipped down to kiss her again. "One," he whispered into her ear.

Courtney laughed and he released her wrists, and let her draw him into a kiss. Her giggles became gasps once more as he began to move again. It was after her third climax that he finally had his first, she was riding him, squatting above him and resting her hands on his shoulders as she bounced along the length of his shaft. The sight of her sweaty breasts bouncing wildly, her hair swaying in time with her motions, and the gleam of the perspiration between her legs was too much for him to bear.

Rob pushed her forward, plowing his hips into her for a dozen hard thrusts before pulling out and completing the first objective he had been assigned. Courtney was shaking beneath him as he did so, recovering from the third orgasm she had had during his sprint to the finish line. He watched her abdominal muscles flex beneath the tanned flesh of her stomach, the white of his semen standing out in beautiful contrast as it streaked out across the canvas.

After wiping her off with a towel and a determined blowjob to get him up again, Rob sidled in behind Courtney. Her back curled which raised her ass up to him enticingly. The gleaming of her sex between her legs served as the target for his swollen protuberance. Courtney sighed happily as he slid into her once again, and grunted cutely when his shaft bottomed out inside of her and brushed gently against the back of her canal.

Rob ran his hands along her flank, tracing the pattern of her ornate tattoo habitually, before turning inward and grasping on of her hanging breasts in either hand. Courtney squirmed against him, and his hands tightened around her pendulous mounds as he began to thrust. His motions were careful, he had decided that she needed some teasing. Courtney realised what he was going to do to her, she recognized the pattern of motion he began to apply to her. It was the same one as their first time together.

This time he was sober, his mind was not clouded by alcohol or marijuana, and he had already gotten off once. It was going to be torturous for her, he would deny her release, make her ache for it, plead for it, wring every last drop of anguished pleasure he could get out of her before finally allowing her to have her release. And then he would do it again, and again. Rob slid his cock deep inside her. He squeezed her breasts and teased their nipples as he ground against her.

Then he slid back, his turgid cock gleaming with the nectar of her sex, the head perched on the cusp of her entrance before he drove forward violently. He emitted a slight grunt as his hips impacted her, and sent ripples through her toned buttocks. Courtney felt him hold it inside her, felt the throbbing presence of his swollen member inside her happily stretched channel. He drew back once more, all the way back, and then returned it patiently all the way forward.

Rob did this slowly, gradually building, and keeping her guessing by simply holding himself inside of her and rocking his hips against her. He stirred his long shaft inside of her, and his hands left her breasts to slide along her stomach and circle around the womanly flare of her hips. Rob pulled her against him tight before withdrawing once more, and used his hold on her hips as levers to increase the force with which his rigid cock was once more sheathed in the warmth of her sex.

Courtney groaned at the power behind that lone thrust.

"What did you want me to do again?" Rob asked her, grinding his cock inside her.

"Make me cum," she gasped.

"How many times?" he asked her.

Courtney gasped as his shaft ploughed into her G-spot.

"I don't..." she moaned, his hips were rotating and his shaft moved in circles inside of her.

"Five," he told her.

"Five..." she repeated breathlessly.

"How many have you had so far?" he asked her.

Courtney loved this sort of thing. She loved giving him silly little challenges and then having him blow them out of the water. It sounded sexy to her when she said them and when he actually did beyond what she had asked for in the moment it was somehow even more satisfying. So she kept setting the bar higher, and kept coming up with more particular conditions. Like her five orgasms and him giving her a load on her stomach, breasts, mouth, and then finally inside her.

"I don't know," she replied.

"Three," he told her. "Do you really think you can last through three of mine with only two for you?"

"Actually, my dear, I'll think you'll find that was five orgasms between each of yours. I wanted five before you came on my stomach," she told him.

Rob blinked. She was right, he had misunderstood.

"Wait..." he said. "That means..."

Courtney pouted and nodded sadly. "Yes, you failed me in only giving me three."

Rob laughed. "Yeah, only three."

"Still, you lost," she told him.

"What did I lose exactly?" he asked.

Courtney thought for a moment. "Hours of sleep. Now I want a load on my back before you finish inside me."

Rob laughed. "I'll do my best. So between each of these, do you cum five times? Because it's going to take a while after I've had my second," he warned.

Courtney thought for a moment. This is stupid, she realized. "Just make me cum as much as you can and forget the quota."

"Yes dear," he replied.

Courtney giggled when he came around and kissed her on the cheek warmly. Having established new rules, Rob felt less inhibited in his motions. Courtney braced herself when she felt his hands tighten around her hips, and he began to thrust. The forceful, body shaking thrusts he had tried on her earlier, came at regular intervals that were drew closer and closer together. His hips were soon hammering into her, his bulbous cockhead impacting her G-spot on every down stroke with great force.

"Uhn!" Courtney moaned every time he hit that sensitive spot, ripples of stimulation radiated out from her centre to every corner of her person. Rob's pace increased somehow, which forced Courtney down to her forearms as he drove into her with a mad energy. It strained his muscles and his stamina to maintain the pace he was, his face grew sweaty and flushed, his sun-bleached hair going every which way as his arms bulged and his buttocks clenched, ramming his swollen prick into Courtney.

Courtney's favorite position for lovemaking was easily missionary, and preferably with him on top. It allowed for a level of intimacy and feeling of safety that other positions simply failed to provide. However, when she wanted fucking, the kind of sex that left her in a breathless heap, the kind of sex that left her sore and sweaty, that ended with her dizzy and dazed and wondering what exactly had just happened, doggy style was the go to.

It allowed for maximum penetration and freedom of movement on Rob's part. Something he was exploiting to great effect as he pummeled her with his hips. His balls impacted her on the bottom of each thrust, batting against her before his length was withdrawn until the head was still between her stretched pussy lips, and then driven forward once more. Long, deep, fast. That was how Rob was fucking her, and it was working in his quest to make her cum as much as he could.

"Rob!" she cried violently. Rob rammed his hips forward, holding himself inside as her pussy squeezed his bloated organ and her body writhed before him. His hands went over her back, feeling the muscles beneath her tanned flesh shift beneath her skin. Her tan was even all over now, their private time spent at 'their' beach had including quite lot of laying out in the sun on Courtney's part. She was still recovering from her climax when his hips resumed their punishing pace.

"Gah!" she gasped as his hips began to swing into her once more. One hand came upward, gathering up her hair and wrapping the dark locks around it. It balled up into a fist, pressing against the highest part of her back, right where the line between neck and back was blurred. His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her back against his stiff shaft as he drove into her with truly incredible strength.

Her breasts pressed against the mattress, her upper body pushing against the bed as her lower remained elevated, and her upturned ass providing the cushion for his blows. The firm buttocks worked spectacularly, just the right firmness to take this type of abuse. They were built for each other, Courtney often thought, they fit together so well it was like they were meant to be with each other. She knew that was silly, but it made her happy to at least pretend the universe worked that way.

Rob was beginning to have to strain to keep going. The pace was as punishing to him as it was to her. The sounds of pleasure Courtney was making were more than enough motivation to press onward, to not stop doing what he was doing, however his body was starting to have difficulty keeping the pace. The exceptional feeling of being inside of her, of looking at her, of hearing her, all of it combined to build an incredible pressure to finish.

Fortunately a reprieve arrived in the form of an orgasm from Courtney. Her fists closed around the bed sheets, and her ass lunging back against him as her spine curled. Her moan was muffled by a pillow, but the steady flow of nectar that trailed down along his balls and her inner thigh betrayed the intensity of her orgasm. It was a big one, and had her shaking for a long time. Rob squeezed different parts of her as the orgasm rippled through her.

He felt the firmness of her shaking thighs, of her buttocks, and went around to feel the fluttering muscles of her trim stomach. His hands went further north, going beneath her and cupping her breasts. He squeezed them none too gently and felt the rigid nipples dig into his palms. When she recovered he rolled her over, his chest still heaving after having barely hung on by a thread when her pussy had clamped down on his pulsing cock. He gripped her legs and braced her heels on his shoulders before he gripped her ankles and began to work his cock into her once again.

Being able to watch her face was always incredible for Rob. Watching it change from desperation, to determination, to pleasure, and then back to desperation again was spectacular. Seeing her mouth open as she emitted quavering moans, involuntary vocalizations of approval of what he was doing to her body. He set a fairly relaxed pace, knowing that they were in no rush and that the steady rhythm of his hips felt good for her hypersensitive body.

It had the added benefit of letting him last longer. He slid his hands along her legs, an attribute of her he did not always pay enough attention too. They truly were spectacular, long, flexible, firmly muscled, the perfect supports for her perfect body. His hands went behind her knees and he pushed forward to fold them back until they could go no further because her breasts got in the way. He sawed his shaft in and out of her in long strokes with his hips angling downward into her.

The pressure to cum returned quickly despite his efforts to slow its advance. He released Courtney's legs, and allowed them to splay around him as he came forward to kiss her breathlessly. Rob was using the kiss as a way to increase his stamina, but Courtney wished to push him onwards. She pressed her hand against his shoulder, and shoved him when he did not acknowledge her gentle signal. They rolled until Courtney was comfortably straddling him.

Courtney began to ride him, and grinning at him as his eyes took on a faraway look. Rob simply lay there, enjoying the feeling of her above him, and watching her magnificent form move as she slid along his shaft. The insides of her thighs were gleaming with her juices, a lacquer that coated his turgid organ as well. Being on his back helped Rob fight his desire to cum, he reached up and held her breasts as she moved above him gracefully. Eventually, however, the pressure became unbearable once more.

Rob gripped Courtney's hips and rolled. Making her yelp in surprise and some indignation as their positions were suddenly switched. She had enjoyed being on top and tried to get back into that position. The two wrestled with each other, both laughing breathlessly as they fought for supremacy. The bed sheets and blankets tangled around them, and the two of them breathlessly struggling among them to subdue the other. Courtney managed to get Rob to roll over, but he rose and held her against his chest.

There was a moment of imbalance, Courtney felt Rob struggling to maintain position and leaned her weight forward to make him topple. What she did not realize was that the reason he was struggling was because they had run out of bed. They were weightless for the slightest moment, Rob's arms instinctively wrapped around Courtney and cradled her head to his chest as they went crashing to the ground. There was a tremendous thud as their combined weight hit the wood floor of the cabin.

Rob made a pained sound and Courtney yelped when his still ensconced shaft was jarred inside of her from the impact.

"You okay?" Rob asked after a moment.

Courtney giggled. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

"I think I hit my head," he replied, "but I think I'm okay."

"Are you okay?!" came Brianna's voice through the wall separating their rooms.

Courtney blushed and giggled. She buried her face cutely in Rob's chest.

"Yeah," Rob shouted back. "We're fine."

There was an inaudible comment made by Jane which made Brianna laugh.

"I think I won," Courtney said. She was on top of him, the two of them wrapped in a cocoon of bed sheets and blankets.

Rob laughed. "Well, if you're going to change the battlefield to the floor..." he said as he pushed up against her and flipped her over easily, "I might as well not follow our other rules of engagement."

As he said this he grabbed her arms, and pinned them above her head. He held them there firmly, effectively preventing her from fighting back with any effectiveness.

Courtney pouted. "No fair," she replied, her arms flexing as she tested his hold.

"You threw us out of the bed," he told her, "all bets are off."

"That was an accident!" Courtney exclaimed.

Rob laughed at her indignation and began to move. He kissed away the last of her complaints and made her gasp as his motions accelerated. He kept his hold on her arms, kept them stretched above her head and pinned to the floor as he worked his hips into her. The floor did not allow for as much bounce as the mattress did, which actually helped him go faster. Courtney was now taking the full force of his thrusts as she was no longer sinking into the mattress slightly at the bottom of each.

Rob pulled away from the kiss, and remained stretched over her as he held her arms in place and rammed his shaft into her. Courtney's eyes grew glazed with lust, and looked up at him with fierce excitement as he overpowered and fucked her. Her legs wrapped around him to spur him on, and her arms strained against his hold to test his strength. The blankets held in the warmth of their bodies, the heat becoming oppressive the longer they stayed under them.

Rob's brow gleamed with sweat; it trailed down along his face and his chest as he moved above Courtney. Her back and buttocks stuck to the bed sheet beneath her, soaked with sweat as he drove into her powerfully. Her mouth was open, her eyes half shut as she looked up at him, the expression she adopted when she was about to...

"Rob!" Courtney cried. Her arms strained powerfully against his iron hold, and the slick limbs nearly came free from his perspiring hands. It was a low, shuddering orgasm that built as Rob continued to work his hips against her. There was a chiming in the room, Courtney's phone ringing. They ignored it and Rob kept going, his body straining and close to release. Courtney's first peak bled into a second, her moan of lust drowning out the chiming of another call coming in on her phone.

Rob could not take any more, her channel squeezed around him, her body contorting on the floor beneath him, and her shining form writhing in exquisite bliss. He withdrew, remembering Courtney's request, and came up her body. He knelt above her, taking his shaft in hand and aiming the head directly at her heaving bosom. Rob groaned and began to cum almost as soon as his hand began to pump his shaft. Cheerful streamers fired out from the helm over the gleaming swells of her breasts.

Courtney continued to shake in the aftermath of her orgasm as he unleashed his load onto her, and she watched with a deep sense of satisfaction as her chest was covered with his seed. She took over stroking when he stopped, and drew out a few more drops before letting it go tiredly. Rob drew away, sitting on the edge of the bed breathlessly while Courtney lay on the floor exhausted. She was about to make a remark sure to make him laugh, but her phone rang again.

The electronic beeps and chirps sounded off, demanding to be noticed and responded to. Some part of Courtney recognized that this was the third time whoever was calling her had tried to get her to answer, and realized that it must be important. Rob lay back on the bed tiredly, and took the reprieve to recuperate. A grinning Courtney picked up the phone and hit the 'talk' key. She let Rob get a good look at her cum covered breasts as she brought the phone to her ear. He watched her as she spoke to whoever it was and saw her grin fade.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



"Please," she wheezed through swollen lips. The taste of her own blood flowed over her tongue, tinged with the blood of her attackers from when she had bitten them in her attempts to fend them off.

"Fucking bitch!" a second voice screamed.

Karen felt another sharp pain to her side as she was kicked again, and she screamed. Her hair was pulled back and she was staring into the pig mask. The dark eyes peering out through the eye holes shone with insanity.

"You make accusations of my friend?!" Eddy shouted. "You tell the cops he won't leave you alone?! You act like he's fucking crazy?! You haven't seen crazy yet bitch! You won't be telling anymore lies!"

Karen felt the knife being pressed to her cheek and for a moment she thought she was dead, but another hand appeared and stilled the other.

"We need to go," Adam told Eddy nervously. "Now!" he shouted when Eddy made no move to do so.

"She'll talk," Eddy told him. "We need to make sure that she won't say anything."

"We're not going to kill her," Adam said. It sounded like he was uncertain, as though he were pleading with his friend.

"What else are we going to do?" Eddy asked.

Karen wept silently, the tears followed the already well-travelled tracks that lined her face.

"We'll take off," Adam said. "Get out of this fucking city. It's shit here anyway. We'll hit Mo's, get some stuff to sell, and then head out."

Adam gazed at his friend imploringly. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breath was hot against his lips within his mask as he panted in terror.

"They'll catch us," Eddy replied. The knife dug into the soft skin of Karen's neck and a terrified sob escaped her.

"We'll be long gone. You must know a guy that can make us disappear if we have to. Mo's got that big stash, if we sell it off we'll be set for months," Adam said.

Eddy knew a guy for everything.

"Alright," he said uncertainly.

The knife was drawn away with great reluctance and hurried footsteps on the linoleum floor announced the flight of Karen's attackers. The door slammed open and bounced back, not fully closing. A breeze came through it, drifting over her battered body. Karen wheezed on the floor, and struggled to get to the phone on the kitchen counter. In a distant corner of her mind she heard the squealing of tires, but all she could hear was the rapid thudding of her heart.

Karen fell forward, exhausted, splayed out on the floor, unable even to push herself up onto all fours. She shut her eyes, both swelling shut as tears leaked out between them. She attempted to spit out the blood in her mouth, but it simple dribbled out from between her swollen lips. Exhaustion overcame her, and she lay in a heap on the floor catatonic until she heard the crunch of tires on the gravel driveway. These were barely registered by Karen.

"Karen?" came her mother's voice from the doorway.

"Mom --" Karen tried to say, it came out muffled and raspy from between her swelling lips.

"Karen?!" came her mother's voice again, this time more worried.

Karen heard the footsteps come around the corner.

"Karen!" her mother screamed.

Things became a blur after that. Karen was brought to the hospital. Some people came and poked and prodded at her, and terrified her when they tried touching her between her legs. Her mother tried to soothe her, she kept telling her it was alright, and that they were trying to help. Karen understood this on some level, but she was still terrified. Breathing was easier now, she vaguely remembered someone stabbing her with a needle and draining some fluid out of her lungs.

After stabilizing her Karen had told them what had happened to the best of her ability. She was not sure what was going on all of the time, she kept spacing out. She fell asleep briefly, only to wake up screaming. Her eyes were wide and she saw that she was alone.

"Mom!" she called frightfully and gazed around her room. "Mom!" she shouted.

Terror started to fill her again. She felt exposed. Vulnerable. Her mother appeared from around the corner and hurried to her bedside. Karen was crying again. Her mother took her into her arms, and Karen buried her face against her chest before she began to ball against her.

"It's okay sweetheart," she told her. "I'm right here."

Amber wept as well, and held the battered and bruised form of her daughter against her.

"Adam," Karen said eventually. "He... he and Eddy... They..."

"I know honey," her mother said softly as she caressed her comfortinglly. "You already told the police officer."

Karen had a vague recollection of a thirty-something year old woman talking to her before they had started collecting evidence off of her with the rape kit. They had scraped under her nails, collected the blood in her mouth, and their semen from every orifice. Her torn clothing had been taken away from her. They were testing her for pregnancy and STIs, though the former was not likely as Karen was on birth control. The latter was a real concern, however.

"Your father's on his way with Cody," she told her.

Karen nodded absently. "Where's Courtney?" she asked in a slightly dazed tone. When she was not terrified a droning hum filled her head and a sense of constant sense of anxiety filled her.

"I called her," her mother assured her. "It's going to take a while. They were on their trip, remember?"

Karen nodded again, but seemed very far away and Amber was not sure that her daughter had heard her.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



Again the blonde haired girl with the pink stripe in her hair nodded. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was getting easier to tell the truth.

"He wouldn't hurt anyone," Rachel replied. "Not Adam. It had to have been Eddy."

Though she said that Rachel heard the lie in her voice, and felt the façade beginning to crumble.

"Okay," Officer Kolar said. "Do you know where Eddy might be? If he hurt someone he might hurt Adam too. We can't let that happen, can we?"

Rachel looked up, tears blurring her vision. "I... I don't know."

She was scared. He would hurt her. He would hurt her grandma too if she did not do as he said. Even if she told the police, Eddy had friends who would do it for him, the people he sold to and the people who supplied him. One of them would do it if he asked them to.

"He won't hurt you, Rachel. I promise," the kind officer said. "Could you open the door so we can talk?"

Rachel shook her head urgently. "I can't let you in."

She was starting to panic. But there was something else. Something Rachel had not felt for a very long time. She began to feel hope. All it had taken was someone to notice her and speak a few gentle words to her. All it took was for someone to realize that she existed, and show some concern for her.

"Why not?" Officer Kolar asked.

"They'll find out I did. It'd make them mad," she replied.

Officer Kolar heard the fear in the young girl's voice, and her heart filled with sympathy for her.

"I can protect you Rachel," Officer Kolar replied. "We have places you can go. Safe places where they won't find you."

Rachel looked up hopefully. "What about my Grandma?" she asked. "She's sick. I can't leave her all alone. They'll hurt her too."

Officer Kolar looked at the poor young woman in front of her.

"Open the door and we'll figure something out for her too," the officer replied reassuringly.

Rachel hesitated and then closed the door. There was a muttered curse from the male officer, but then the door opened. The male cop scanned Rachel. He noted the bruises running up the length of her arms and the nervous looks she kept casting over her shoulder. He scanned the room, and spotted what looked to be crystal meth and various other drugs on the coffee table. There was also a cage, and a leash but no dog as far as he could tell. Then he realized what they must have been doing to her.

"You can't come inside," Rachel told them.

"Alright, that's fine. For now we just need to ask you some questions, and then we'll get you out of here okay?" Officer Kolar asked.

Rachel nodded, and she told them. She told them everything she knew, everything that had been done to her, everything they had ever said about anything that the police might find interesting, and even things that they would not. When she was done she even told them that there was drugs in the apartment. It was like a valve had been opened, and a flood of honesty poured through her.

Finding a receptive and attentive audience only encouraged her, anger, fear, and grief ran through Rachel as she at last came to the long in coming realization that Adam had never loved her. He had used her, he had hurt her, and now he had hurt someone else. All the indignities, all the terrorizing, and all the beating. Yes, he had hurt her. And now she was going to make sure he got hurt even worse.

She was no longer his good little girl.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



Karen nodded and Courtney departed.

"How are you feeling?" Rob asked gently.

"Not bad," she replied tiredly. "They have me on enough drugs, I can barely feel anything."

Rob's hand came up, and his fingers gently brushed aside a few dark strands of her hair.

"I'm sorry," he told her.

Karen squeezed his hand. "It wasn't your fault."

Rob nodded. "I know."

"You remember that morning," Karen began, "after..." she hesitated, "the night of the big snowstorm?" she finished.

Rob nodded.

"I should have never sent you away," she said.

Rob came forward and pressed his lips to her brow. Tears began to trail down her cheeks, she was exhausted of crying but she seemed to have an endless supply of the salty droplets. He hugged her gently, and wrapped her in his embrace before she wrapped her arms around him.

"It was their fault," Rob told her. "Not yours."

"I know," Karen sobbed. "It just... I keep wondering if maybe..."

"It was their fault Karen," Rob repeated with a note of authority. "You shouldn't have had to stop seeing him last December to prevent this from happening. He and Eddy should have never wanted to do it in the first place. They're a pair of sick fucks that did something terrible. There's no other reason for it. There's no other source of blame. It is them and them alone."

For the first time she actually started believing that. That small part of her that felt otherwise grew less loud; drowned out by the conviction in Rob's voice. She held onto him a little tighter, it hurt her ribs to hug him so hard but in the cloud of sedatives and painkillers she barely felt it. She cried for a while, but it was not as hard or long as it had been with Courtney. Rob pulled back when she stopped, pressed his lips against her forehead gently once more, squeezing her hand gently.

"You should get some rest," he told her gently.

Karen nodded groggily. "I know."

"Do you want me to stay here until you fall asleep?" he asked.

Karen nodded. Rob held her hand, and felt it relax as she sank back into the pillows of her bed. It did not take long for the drugs to finally pull her back into a dreamless slumber, and her hand grew slack in his as her breathing became regular, if slightly wheezy. Rob let go of her hand delicately, and moved away from the bed quietly. He considered shutting off the low light in the room, but thought that if Karen woke up and it was dark it might scare her so left it on.

Rob left the room and found everyone else still in the waiting room. Jane had Brianna's head resting against her shoulder, the blonde's eyes shut suggesting that she was sleeping. Cody had fallen asleep as well, as had his mother. Mr. Dubicki was still awake, gazing down the hallway as if waiting for Adam or Eddy to show up. There was a security guard on the floor already, and Rob briefly wondered who would reach Karen's attackers first.

Courtney was still awake, though looked exhausted. He sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He drew her close to him.

"Do you want to go get some sleep?" he asked. "You can stay at my apartment, it's close by."

Courtney hesitated.

"You should go get some sleep," Mr. Dubicki said. "We'll call you if anything changes."

Courtney nodded, and the four of them left.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



They never tired of kissing. It reinforced the closeness they shared and was an easy way to express affection and attachment. It could be incredibly comforting, which was something Courtney had appreciated a great deal in the past couple of weeks. Rob's hands squeezed her breasts, his mouth staying over hers, and his hips rocking into her. Courtney kicked off her shoes, and heard them go clunk as they rolled off the end of the bed and onto the floor.

Again Courtney wished she had worn a skirt. She hummed against Rob's lips, and ran her hands along his torso. They went down along his abdominals, and her eyes feasted on the sight of his muscular body. Courtney arrived at the buckle of his belt, and undid it quickly. Rob's hands slid around her, and her back arched gracefully as she pushed her chest upward to allow him access to the clasp of her bra. Rob undid it and the bra relaxed around her. Courtney took her hands away from Rob's jeans to allow him to remove her blouse and her bra, which left her topless.

Rob's mouth returned to her throat once more, and his hands scooped up the firm swells of her breasts. He squeezed down of the heavy mounds, and Courtney hummed happily as his thumbs circled her nipple. She gasped softly when he swept the digits across the erect points. Rob teased them in this way, steered the corner of his thumb around the firm point, and skirted around it until sweeping over it and made it resist the passage of his thumb. The point would yield, the shape of the very top of her breast warping for just an instant as her nipple moved reluctantly to allow his thumb by.

Then his finger and thumb clasped the point, squeezing it, and eliciting a gasp from Courtney as a surge of pleasure ran through her. An exhalation of pleasure that was expelled an inch from his ear as he teased the sensitive flesh of her slender neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Using the hold on her nipples he tugged, stretching her breast upward, which caused another pleasurable exclamation from the young woman who he loved so much. Then the pressure let up and the motion was repeated, as though he were hypnotizing Courtney through pleasurable repetition.

The press of his lips, the manipulations of his fingers, and the rhythmic thrusts of his hips made Courtney forget what she had started. She lay back, and allowed Rob to send her into a trance. His lips kissed along her collar bone, and then pursing to release a teasing jet of cool air over the damp spots they left behind. A slight tremor ran through her each time he did this, and by the time his mouth reached the top of her breast, the ascent marked by many little kisses, Courtney was ready to burst.

Rob's mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue bathed it in saliva, and then his mouth withdrew partially to give the gleaming flesh the same treatment of the rest of her. Her already stiff nipple seemed to grow even more erect, and when his mouth wrapped around the swollen bud once more and his tongue took over for his thumb, Courtney nearly came. The initial oafishness Rob had exhibited had been replaced by the care and precision of a master painter, and it was driving her to insanity.

Courtney moaned freely as he teased her breast, concentrating on one nipple with his mouth while maintaining the steady teasing of the other with his fingers. Rob knew direct biting of Courtney's nipples was out of bounds, however if he blunted the edges of his teeth by drawing his lips inward, he could apply pressure to them that made her toes curl. When he did it not only did her toes curl, but her hips lunged up against him. Rob relaxed the pressure, toying with the firm point with his tongue once more.

Courtney's breathing was coming in ragged pants, the steady in and out accelerating more and more the longer Rob spent at her breast. He switched, moving over to her other breast, and gave it the same treatment as its sister. His tongue dodged around the stiff nipple, the point yielding to the pressure he applied to it, and springing back into place once his tongue had made its passage. He circled it, pushed it around with his tongue, and then pressed down on it with his lip cushioned teeth.

Rob kissed the less sensitive flesh of her breast, kissing towards the valley separating the two mounds, and his fingers continuing their ministrations as he went. He inhaled the sent between her breasts, and found the sweet scent of her perfume there. He kissed her there wetly, and let his tongue slip out as he moved downward. Courtney's chest was heaving against his hands, and her stomach twisted with excitement as his mouth pressed against her upper abdomen.

Rob kissed her flesh, seemingly at random to an outsider, but a definite pattern informed by his experience concerning Courtney's body. They found her most sensitive spots, teased them, and made her wriggle uncontrollably on the mattress for him. Her body was on fire, this powerful warmth that filled every corner but was concentrated around her center. Rob continued to kiss along her stomach, painting her tummy with wet kisses and little pools of saliva.

He slowly, almost imperceptibly crept back. His stomach pressed against her groin as he descended. Courtney's hands pressed against the back of his head, and the mattress shifted as he went onto his knees at the foot of the bed. Not wanting him to stop what he was doing with his hands, Courtney reached down to the button of her jeans and undid it for Rob clumsily while he continued teasing around her navel. She squirmed out of them, and wished again that she had worn a skirt.

Eventually Rob did have to pull his hands away from her breasts to draw her jeans down her legs. He pulled her panties away at the same time, and then reached up to take her breasts in his hands once more. Rob's mouth pressed against the smooth skin of her pubic mound. His lips pressing against it and ran his tongue against the sensitive flesh. Courtney cooed as she teased her further, her sex already gleaming with arousal and begging to be touched.

Rob's hands kept up their steady rhythm on her breasts, his fingers torturing her nipples, and courses of spine curling pleasure running through her. His lips brushed against her clitoral hood, and she could feel his breath on her shimmering labia. Courtney's breathing quickened, and her moans became more need filled. Rob kissed the soft flesh on her inner thigh, the exquisite smoothness felt truly stupendous beneath his lips. His tongue peaked out and glided along the crease where her leg met her pussy, making Courtney frantic.

Rob breathed over her gleaming vulva, and studied the reaction of his girlfriend to this slow and careful pace. Courtney's hands dug into his hair, her nails dragging against his scalp, and her heels pressing against his back as she tried to draw him in. She trembled as his tongue teased the outer fold of her sex, and then drifted away once more.

"Please Rob," Courtney begged in an almost pained voice.

Listening to her plea, Rob placed his lips gently on top of her beautiful slit. He kissed her there gently. Then he kissed a bit harder, and his tongue peeked out to pry apart the outer lips of her pussy. Courtney's hips rocked against his face as his tongue began to work. It ran up and down her inner labia, and massaged the tender folds of her sex with his warm, wet tongue. The taste of her filled his mouth, and he was careful not to let any of her precious nectar hit the sheet.

Rob's tongue swept downward to tease her perineum and then went all the way back up to the top of her slit. The tip teased her clit for one breathless moment, making Courtney's heart skip a bit, and ripping a high moan from her throat before he drew away from that sensitive point. He continued to lick warmly from her perineum up to her clit. He followed the outer edges of her pussy along both sides. He was sure to only tease the sensitive bud of her clit, avoiding applying direct pressure, and teasing it mercilessly.

Repetition was not unwelcome, and Courtney's hips rocked pleasurably against his face as he knelt before her like some sort of supplicant at the altar of some lustful goddess. Her clit was engorged and pleading to be touched. Rob held the two parts of her labia together with his lips, and then ran his tongue between the inner and outer one side at a time. Courtney's hips bucked when he did this, and he fought to collect the nectar streaming from her sex.

Rob's tongue slid past her opening to target the nerve endings within the first couple of inches inside. He gently moved his tongue in and out until Courtney took over and began to thrust her hips up against it. Rob let her do this, let her use his tongue like it were his cock, and focused on what his fingers were doing to her nipples. He squeezed the turgid points, sending surges of pleasure through her body as she worked herself ragged against his tongue.

Eventually Rob began to have trouble breathing, Courtney's eagerness to get off made her forget that he did not, in fact, breathe through his ears. His hands came down from her breasts to press down against her waist and hold her still as he took control over his tongue once more. Rob spread her outer lips with his fingers, and studied the engorged bud of her clit. He circled it with his tongue, allowing it to swipe gently across it, which made Courtney gasp every time he did.

Rob's tongue roamed around other areas of her pussy, sliding along her tender folds, dipping into her entrance, but all paths headed north and his focus was her clitoris. He brought his other hand down, and drew back her clitoral hood while the other ran along her slit. Rob pursed his lips and gave the firm little bud a quick suck; briefly drawing it into his mouth and then letting it go. Courtney groaned from the sensation, a groan that turned into a cry as his middle and index fingers slid into her.

As he continued to tease her clit with suction applied with his lips, Rob's fingers slid along the anterior wall of her channel in search of her G-spot. He knew he found it when she cried out again and her grip on his hair became uncomfortably tight. Rob paused a moment, and let her hands relax before proceeding. Rob sucked on her clit while simultaneously flicking his tongue over and around it. Her nectar flowed freely from her and soaked his fingers as he massaged the sensitive spot on the roof of her channel.

Rob rolled his tongue into a tube around her clitoris, and made her eyes go wide as he began to slide it back-and-forth. Courtney cried out, her head tilted back, and a bellow of lust sounded out into the room as her orgasm crashed over her. Rob had to hold onto her hips as she came, her hips bucking wildly against his mouth, and her nectar flooding his hand as her entire body was assaulted by a series of little orgasmic explosions.

Warm waves of energy crashed over her, enveloping her in warmth, and made her breathless and tingly all at the same time. Courtney saw colors behind her closed eyes, and her body contorted above Rob. Her legs tightened around him, and her ass lifted from the bed as these orgasmic sensations ran through her. Her skin becoming riddled with goose bumps, and a pleasure so intense that she had to cry out or she would explode filled her. And then it ceased. Like the mattress had suddenly reappeared beneath her and she came crashing down from paradise.

Rob felt her breath return and sought to send her back up to heaven, and it worked. She peaked again, another breathless gasp escaping her as the incredible sensation of sensitivity sharpened and isolated around her clitoris. Everything turned hot, and her pussy pulsed as she was flooded with a few second of an exquisitely pleasurable sensation. After that initial sensation subsided she was filled with little waves, coming slower and slower until she became too sensitive for him to continue any longer.

Rob surfaced with his chin and lips gleaming with her juices. He kissed her pubic mound, and then her stomach, the surface of which still quivered from the aftershocks of her climax. Rob wiped his mouth off with the bed sheet and then brought his lips to Courtney's. She grinned against his lips, happy and warm in glow of her orgasm. As she recovered her hands began to move along his torso, and she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Rob cast it aside and he leaned forward to bring his mouth to hers once more.

Courtney brought her hands down to his jeans next, his already unfastened belt still hanging from the loops. Her fingers found the button of his jeans, and worked the fastener loose and then turned her attention to his zipper. She drew the metal tag down, and reached inside to find his manhood already beginning to rise. Courtney pressed up against his shoulder and followed Rob as he rolled. She gripped the waistband of his shorts and boxers, and pulled them down over his ankles.

Seeing Rob's lazily swaying half-erection gave Courtney an idea. "Have any lube?" she asked.

Rob looked at her questioningly. "Uh, yeah. There's some in the top drawer of the nightstand I think," he replied. He trusted that whatever it was she wanted to do would be pleasurable.

Courtney climbed out of bed, finding the lube in the drawer Rob had told her it was, and then removed her socks, tossing the lube to the bed. She gave Rob a bit of a show while doing this, leaning over while facing away from him, her wonderful teardrop shaped posterior raised high in the air as she removed the final stitch of clothing still covering her body. Courtney was grinning as she removed his socks for him too, and threw them over her shoulder casually before proceeding.

She grabbed the lube once more and crawled up his body until she was straddling his thighs. Courtney popped the cap on the bottle of lube and squirted some of it into her hand. She closed the cap and rubbed it between her palms, warming it for what came next.

"Don't cum," Courtney told him.

Rob grinned at her and lied back, watching her start. She held his cock between both palms, and rolled it between them as if she were trying to start a fire. The easy motion sent blood surging southward and spread lubricant along his length. Once he was stiff she drew back the foreskin, and reached out with her forefinger. She started with teasing, deciding to be as merciless with him as he had been with her. Her finger circled the sensitive helm, and made Rob sigh pleasurably as she worked her slippery finger around his cockhead.

Courtney reached between his legs with her other hand, and pressed the pads of her fingers to his scrotum and lightly caressed it as her finger swiped along his glans. She toyed with the corona, her finger following the ridge where his cockhead the gleaming shaft. As she came around, her finger teased the frenulum, and ran along the thin ridge running along the underside of his penis. Rob's eyes shut contentedly with hands clasped behind his head while she took over.

Courtney wrapped her fingers around his erect member, gently stroking up and down, still teasing him by not providing full pressure with her hand. Her hand at his scrotum rolled his testicles with her fingers, and occasionally allowed her carefully manicured nails to drag along the wrinkled flesh in a move that sent shivers up Rob's spine. Her fingers tightened, and she began to stroke rhythmically. It was a slow, even motion, that followed a path which took her hand up and down the entire length of his shaft.

Courtney's hand turned upside down, and gripped his penis more firmly as she moved her hand up. Rob groaned as she slowly twisted her hand around until she reached the tip. She released her fingers and let her palm glide over the head of his cock before gripping his shaft once more. Courtney reversed the motion, her hand facing the other way. She slid it back down, and twisted gently as she went.

Courtney's hand cupped his balls, pressing more firmly against them, and squeezing them gently as her hand ran up and down his shaft. She pushed his cock forward until it was resting against his stomach, and ran the palm of her hand up and down the underside of his shaft while she continued rolling his balls in her hand. She focused on the underside of the head, toying with the frenulum as she massaged his length with her palm.

Rob's breathing had changed, and his expression betrayed the rising pressure inside of him. Courtney linked her fingers together, forming a basket which she slipped over his cock so that the head peaked out between her thumbs. She clasped her fingers around him more tightly, and slid her hands up his length as she did so. When she reached his helm she tilted her hands back towards her, and made her fingers glide across the head. Rob gasped from the sensation, and she repeated the motion.

Courtney's fingers remained linked and she stroked him up and down. She teased the helm at the top of each stroke. Her hands came apart, one going up and the other down. She stretched the skin of his cock downward as she closed her fist gently around the gleaming helm of Rob's shaft, and turned it back and forth like a greased up doorknob. She moved her hand up and down his length, and repeated the motion at the top of every stroke.

Rob watched as her hands glided along his shaft, her eyes focused on the pulsing member she held. She was focused on making the hand job more than a simple motion of her fist up and down his length, but an all-out massage of his entire unit. She used both hands now, one stroking down the entire length until she hit bottom and the other coming up to the helm, following the same path as the first as soon as it hit bottom. She repeated this motion, and then reversed it as if she were milking him.

"Courtney," Rob gasped in warning.

Courtney eased up the pressure, but her hands kept moving. They were in constant motion, one stroking his shaft while the other caressed his inner thighs and teased the curls of his pubic hair. Her hand came to the base of his cock and she wrapped her thumb and finger around the base tightly. Courtney looked up and began to stroke with her free hand, occasionally swirling her palm around the sensitive helm. Rob made a noise, and struggled against the pressure at the base of his shaft.

"Don't cum," Courtney warned him again.

She continued stroking him, working his shaft hard with her fist. Rob's stomach began to tighten and relax uncontrollably, his shaft became incredibly hard, and the veins stood out brilliantly as her finger and thumb slowed the blood flow away from his manhood. The pressure she applied also allowed Rob to remain on the edge much longer than he normally ever would have been able to. However, it still took extreme force of will not to let the dam break and cum everywhere.

Courtney read Rob perfectly. She felt his shaft flex in her hand, and just as the pressure was about to overwhelm him she let go. Rob groaned, a sound somewhere between frustration and relief. She kept her fingers tight around the base of his shaft until she was sure that all that was going to come out was the silvery tear of pre-cum leaking from the eye at the tip of his cock. Courtney rolled onto her back, grabbed the lube, and squeezed out a line between her breasts.

She took her breasts in her gleaming hands, and smeared the line of lubricant out from the shadow of the valley of her cleavage out into the light of her proud, fleshy mounds. Rob did not need any further indication of what she intended, and straddled her torso as she rubbed the lubricant all over her breasts. They gleamed, growing shiny in the late afternoon light pouring in from the window. Courtney's hands moved in circles over the swells, and covered them entirely so that they were slick all over.

Rob moved forward and she took his cock in her hand. She gave the hypersensitive shaft a few more strokes before laying his member between her gleaming breasts and then pressed against the sides of her breasts. Courtney's firm swells wrapped around his cock to form a warm tunnel of slippery flesh around his swollen cock. Rob groaned softly as she moved her breasts back and forth, and made his shaft slide inside her cleavage as she squeezed the twin mounds around him.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 11



Courtney let go of one breast, and took his cock in hand. She dragged the sensitive helm around her engorged nipple. A bead of pre-cum drooled out onto her breast, adding to the gleam before she moved to her other one and repeated the act. Courtney loved watching Rob's eyes follow his cockhead as she guided it along her breasts, hypnotized by the sight of his shiny helm gliding along her glistening breasts.

Courtney slipped him back into her cleavage, and squeezed her breasts around him tight. She held still, and gazed up at Rob expectantly. His hands came forward to steady himself by placing them on her shoulders before he began to thrust his hips. With his cock encased in the warm, greased flesh of her breasts Rob began to saw in and out of the tight cleavage she created with her hands. It felt incredible for him, and Courtney took great pleasure in seeing his mouth open lustfully as he stared down at her chest.

"You can't finish like this," she warned him.

Rob nodded and kept moving, trying to memorize every feature of her glossy tits. The nipples standing at attention, the mounds warping against the pressure her hands applied, and the head of his cock peeking out at the apex of each thrust. Courtney's breasts were of ample size for this, though they did not do it regularly. It was too one sided for Rob to really enjoy it, he liked it best when he was driving Courtney insane with pleasure. However, right now after having been so close to release, he was enjoying it a great deal.

Courtney's neck craned down, her chin pointing downward, and her tongue sticking out to bat against the exposed helm of his swollen organ at the top of his thrusts. Rob glanced up into her eyes, seeing the dark fire in them, the desire for him and the challenge. She looked at him as if to ask, 'Can you get me off before you cum?' Egging him on as he continued to make the challenge ever greater for himself with each satisfying thrust of his hips.

Rob could have easily cum like this, with her on her back, breasts gleaming, and her tongue teasing the head of his cock at every opportunity. It would have been so easy, a simple acceleration of his hips, a release of control leading to a release of the pressure brewing inside of him. Rob could see it in his mind's eye. He could see her breasts and neck lined with a thick load spewed from the head of his turgid shaft. He could practically hear her excited laughter as he sprayed his seed on her bountiful bosom.

Rob had to stop those thoughts or the fantasy would become reality. He pulled back, his shaft gleaming with the lubricant as he clambered downward. He reached forward, grabbed a pillow, and positioned it under Courtney's tush to elevate her slightly. Rob was going to have to use every trick in his repertoire to get her off before he fired, as it was he was going to be straining to hold on. The pelvic lift the pillow provided would aid in that endeavour as it allowed for the best angle of penetration.

Rob guided his glistening cockhead to her gleaming labia, running the flat of it along her sensitive folds and circling her clit briefly, gauging her level of sensitivity. High, as it turned out. That was good for Rob. He guided his helm to her opening, and his slippery glans pushed past her slick entrance with a slight application of pressure with his hips. Rob tensed his lower abdominals, and made his shaft push up against the roof of her channel while also letting him combat the impending pressure at the base of his shaft.

Courtney hummed as he slid into her, and gasped softly when his head inevitably pressed against her G-spot. Rob sank deeper, feeling her expand around him wonderfully, embracing him in a warm, wet embrace. He leaned over her, and the lubricant on her breasts smeared along his chest as he began to buck his hips into her. God he felt incredible inside her, the rigid organ hard yet flexible, bumping against all the sensitive spots inside her channel and just narrowly missing impacting her cervix at the bottom of each thrust.

They gazed into each other's eyes, hopefully staring into them while climbing toward their peak. Their bodies were intertwined with each other, Courtney's legs slid against Rob's, and his arms slid beneath her shoulders as his hands came upward to draw her hair out of her face. His fingers combed through her hair, and his thumbs massaged along her hairline as he thrust into her. Multiple points of stimulation were important, keeping the brain excited with variety, especially with Courtney whose attention could be quickly lost.

Rob's mouth went to her throat, and one hand went down to her breast to toy with her nipples. Courtney's breathing was becoming heavier, a sure sign of her increased arousal, but Rob was already straining. He had a few options, slow down which would break momentum, or 'cheat'. He decided the latter. He grabbed her legs, collecting her ankles with his right hand and bringing both to the same shoulder. This turned tilted her channel to the side, and created an altogether new sensation for her.

Rob began to thrust in long, even strokes. Courtney groaned, he had never done this to her, but then again he was rarely so close to release upon penetrating her. His left hand went to her breast, kneading it and tweaking her nipples as he thrust into her in a steady rhythm, hitting all sorts of spots at new angles. He turned his head inward, kissing her heel and ankle teasingly as his hand trailed down her stomach. They slid around her, sliding up the side of her thigh and then downward over her buttock.

Rob was starting to get desperate, sweat beaded his brow, and he was panting with the effort to keep going. He imposed his iron will upon himself, and gazed down at the exquisite expression on Courtney's face. Her eyes were shut, her arms back and bent at lazy attempts at right angles. Her mouth was agape and her hair fanned out beneath her wantonly. Her skin was flushed, and her brow knitted as she skirted around the edge of climax but did not quit hit it.

That changed quickly. Rob's hand was smeared with the lubricant from Courtney's breasts, and as he squeezed her ass he gradually moved inward. His middle finger pressed against her anus, toying around it, which made a new sound leave Courtney. She was as desperate as Rob was now, only she was not fighting her pleasure nearly so effectively. Rob pressed his finger against the tight sphincter, and the slippery digit pushed past and into the wonderful heat of her tight chute.

"Holy...!" Courtney cried. 'Holy...!' indeed, Rob thought as he at last released his control over himself. He began to thrust into her wildly, his thighs smacking lewdly against hers as he sprinted to the finish. Courtney moaned loudly, her arms swinging forwards and her hands balling up around the sheets as the ache that had been building around her pussy spread throughout her entire body, a surge of pleasure that filled every corner of her body with warmth and elation.

Rob drove forward, sinking his turgid member into the deepest recesses of Courtney's sex, and groaned as his release came at last. His stomach muscles flexed uncontrollably, causing his shaft to twitch powerfully inside her convulsing pussy as he came. Courtney felt hot jets of his cum collide with the back of her channel, impacting her cervix as her channel squeezed around him tight. He filled her with what she had grown to think of as her cum, delivering her reward for all her efforts.

It flowed from his body for a long time, his eyes shut and jaw tensed as he braced himself against the incredible force of his climax. Courtney's thighs and buttocks tightened and relaxed uncontrollably. A rippling sensation ran through her as the initial spike in pleasure dissipated and was replaced by potent waves. Rob thrust into her jaggedly as the end of his climax drew near. His buttocks clenched powerfully as his hips pushed into her in short, explosive motions.

The flow of semen eventually subsided, but the trembling sensation that had consumed him went on after it had finally ebbed. Courtney's body relaxed as his did, and he let go of her legs before he flopped down on top of her. He supported his weight weakly on his unsteady arms, and he kissed her shaky lips as the two fought to catch their breath. Courtney's tongue slid into his mouth, and both hummed against the kiss until Rob broke the lip lock. He rolled over onto his back and breathing deeply.

Courtney lay back lazily, and brought her hand between her legs. She felt his seed along her swollen labia. She pulled her hand away, laying it on her stomach, and felt warm and content for a long while. Eventually, however, the chill set back in. The concern for Karen crept back to the forefront of her mind. Rob drew closer, an urged her to roll onto her side so that she was facing him. He had provided her with a pleasant distraction, but reality soon set in once more.

Rob's hand pressed against the side of Courtney's face, his broad palm pressed warmly against her cheek. His neck tilted forward and he kissed her tenderly. His lips to joined with hers in a quiet assurance that she was not alone in this, that he was there to help however he could. Something had playing on Courtney's mind for a while now, ever since she had first seen Karen in the hospital. They were still close, but not as close as they had once been. She seemed further away somehow.

Sharing her own experience from when she had been thirteen had helped somewhat. The emotional retelling of what had happened to her helping them bond, and showed Karen that you can recover. But Courtney knew her experience was not the same as Karen's, as terrible as it had been Karen's experience had been far more violent. There was a shared fear, however, that fear of not having control. Of knowing how vulnerable and exposed one could feel.

But it was not enough. They needed more. If she was really going to help Karen their friendship needed to be as strong as it had ever been. Courtney could feel the divide between them and it pained her because she knew what was causing it.

"What's up?" Rob asked her.

Courtney looked into his eyes worriedly. "I..." she hesitated, and took too long to respond.

Rob caressed her cheek gently. "Courtney, what's wrong?" he asked, his worried eyes looked back into hers.

"I'm worried about Karen," she replied.

Rob nodded slowly, and his eyes became thoughtful. Courtney did not need to ask to know the sort of thoughts that were going through his mind.

"How's she settling in?" he asked her.

Karen had just been released from the hospital, her injuries had healed up enough to allow her to be brought home. Her mother had picked her up that morning.

"She says she's doing well," Courtney replied.

"You don't believe her?" Rob asked.

Courtney shook her head. "Physically I think she's healing okay, but her mom told me she's still having nightmares and flashbacks about what happened."

Rob nodded. "I imagine that's common."

"It is," Courtney agreed, her eyes sad.

The two were silent for a long while, and Rob let Courtney fret silently for a while longer.

"Are you going to tell me what's really bothering you?" he asked her.

That was something Courtney both liked and hated about Rob. He did not bullshit her, however he expected it to be a two way street, a two way exchange of honesty where being the listener was sometimes easier than being the speaker. As hard for her as it was at this moment, she appreciated that quality in him more than she wished he would just leave her alone with her worries. If she could not talk to Rob with this, then how could she realistically stay in this relationship with him?

"Can I ask you something?" she began carefully.

Rob nodded and waited.

"Do you remember that day in June, a few days after Karen's birthday? We were at your place, your parent's and Jane were both gone," she said.

Rob thought for a moment. "Yeah, it was just before the Fourth of July weekend."

Courtney nodded. "Do you remember that we talked about how I like some girls?"

Rob grinned. "It's the reason why I liked having Brianna on the trip so much, she kept Jane's attention away from you."

He saw that his levity was misplaced when he failed to even get a smile out of his somber girlfriend.

"Sorry," he said. "Keep going."

"Well, I didn't really say who the girls were that I..." Courtney hesitated, "had feelings for."

Rob nodded. "Is Karen one of them?" he asked knowingly.

Courtney nodded. "Not just feelings though," she replied haltingly.

"Courtney, it's okay. I kind of had already guessed that," he told her.

He saw her relax somewhat upon that revelation.

"We used to..." Courtney rarely had this much trouble telling Rob things anymore, but was having trouble with this. "We used to be intimate pretty often, but we stopped after I started seeing you."

Rob nodded, partially to show his understanding and partially to signal her to keep going.

"But now, with what's happened... I mean... It was never like we were going to have an all-out thing or whatever, but..."

"It was a part of your friendship that's gone now?" Rob finished for her.

Courtney nodded.

"And you want to ask me if it's okay if you and her do that stuff again?" he asked.

Courtney hesitated, not able to read Rob's tone, but nodded. Rob entered a moment of quiet contemplation. She saw a mixture of emotions run over his features, and he was silent for so long she began to wish she had never said anything. What she was asking him to let her do was akin to cheating. It was being physically intimate with someone else, that she happened to be of the same gender did not make a difference in Courtney's eyes, which was what made her feel so terrible for asking for it. But these were terrible times, and if she could in some way be better equipped to help her friend in this time of crisis then she was willing to risk straining her relationship with Rob.

"Okay," he said.

The response surprised her, Rob saw, and in a way it surprised himself. But he understood Courtney's desire to help Karen in any way possible, and felt much the same way himself. It was a different sort of love to what she had for him, Rob understood, and that made the act of sex between them different. It was not cheating, not to Rob anyway. Courtney looked up at him, and gratitude flooded her expression.

"It's not like it will be soon or anything," she said. "I don't think Karen will be ready for... that kind of intimacy for a while," Courtney rambled. "I think that just having that option would be good for her, and for me too..."

"Courtney," Rob interrupted. "I already agreed. It's fine, I get it."

"Are you sure?" Courtney asked. "It doesn't feel like cheating?"

Rob shook his head. "I understand that you want to do whatever you can to help Karen recover, and I get that what you feel for her is different from what you feel for me. It's a sort of love, but not the same kind as what we've got."

Courtney nodded, and was relieved that Rob was able to articulate what she was unable to.

"If it helps Karen get better, and it helps you work with her through the process, then I really can't think of any reason why it should feel like you're cheating on me," Rob concluded.

"Thank you," Courtney said gently.

Rob smiled at her. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "I think I smell Amy cooking something," he said.

Courtney could smell it too, it smelled cheesy and delicious. The two dressed and left the room, and found Amy in the kitchen. She wore a pair of jeans shorts and a white tank top, and smiled as Rob and Courtney appeared.

"Having dinner here?" Amy asked. "I'm making loads. Wayne has a game tomorrow."

The little blonde was ripping up lettuce for a salad and the oven was on. Rob had grown accustomed to Amy being around, and generally enjoyed the benefits of eating what she cooked. He helped Wayne do the grocery shopping, they stocked up the fridge with the ingredients Amy used in the recipes she had planned for Wayne's particular diet. Courtney thought it was sweet how much Amy doted on Wayne, especially with the way the big lug was equally as unconditionally fond.

Wayne was hopeless at cooking, but he spent hours with Amy helping her write her essays for her classes, doing his best to help her with her musical studies, and even helping her in the musical drama group that she was a part of. The memory of Wayne dressed in drag for one such show after one of the actors had bailed still brought a smile to Courtney's lips.

"We were going to go clean up," Rob told her. "But if you need a hand first..."

"No thanks," Amy replied with a knowing smile. "I'll be alright. You two go have... a bath."

Courtney grinned blushingly and the couple went to the shower. After satisfied that they were clean, they returned to the kitchen and helped Amy set the table. Wayne returned from school, and shouted 'Honey I'm home!' loudly as he came in. Amy, for her part, ran to him and leapt into his arms. Courtney watched her wrap her legs and arms around him while he continued walking as if hardly noticing her weight. They kissed a number of times, grinning at each other like fools, before Wayne brought her back to the dining room.

"Down Baby Doll," he told her. "Teddy needs to get changed and washed up for dinner. What is it by the way? It smells simply incredible."

Amy beamed. "Chicken lasagna, a side salad, and for desert strawberries and ice cream."

Wayne lowered her back to the ground. "You're an angel," he told her with great bravado, "my own personal winged spirit sent down from heaven by God himself!"

Rob and Courtney rolled their eyes but Amy smile widened. The couple kissed, and Wayne cleaned up before they all sat down for dinner. It was a cheerful affair due to the infectiousness of Wayne's pre-game excitement. That the person sitting across from them quoting Beowulf in the original Old English for their amusement would fifteen hours later be slamming his body against another's seemed somehow impossible. Wayne was not nearly as passive on the field as he was off it.

Rob enjoyed the meal tremendously. It was like having a family dinner but with the family he chose rather than the one he was born into. He knew at some point he would need to try and reconcile with his mother at least, but for now was just happy to have what he did: a girlfriend that he loved, friends who cared about him, and a sister who he adored.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 12



Author's Note:

This is the twelfth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have been receiving wonderful words of encouragement, and it really is appreciated.

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 12



"So, how are you doing?" Courtney asked Karen.

Karen felt like her friend had asked her that a thousand times in the past two months.

"Okay. Brianna's friend's something else," Karen replied.

Courtney nodded. "I'm sure Jane will get plenty jealous."

"Yeah, what's going on there exactly?" Karen asked. "Didn't you say the two of them hit it off?"

"They did," Courtney said. "I think Jane's scared to commit. From what I know of her she acts a lot calmer than she is, and since she's such a good actress to begin with it's hard to tell that she's faking it. I think she took her father kicking her and Rob out a lot harder than she admitted and is feeling emotionally vulnerable. She's trying to protect herself by keeping others out."

Karen looked at her friend, and felt like she was talking on more than one layer. She might be talking about herself. Courtney had used similar tactics to protect herself after what had happened with Keith back in high school. Though Karen half wondered if Courtney was referring to someone else as well: Rob. He insisted that he was fine, and he genuinely seemed to be, but Karen got the sense that Courtney was not fully convinced. Karen was not sure she was fully convinced. You do not just walk away from your parents and get over it in just a few months.

Karen knew a lot about faking being 'okay', she still had to do it on the days that got rough. Maybe Rob was like her, he hoped that by faking it someday the lie would become real. What else were they supposed to do? Allow themselves to be hurt by the events of the past? Faking being okay was fine as long as real healing also took place, and Karen was sure that with Courtney at his side Rob was healing up just fine.

"So Brianna's using Miyu to get to Jane?" Karen asked.

"Sort of. I think she's trying to do what she's supposed to and try to date other girls, but she really just doesn't want to. I don't think Brianna would be capable of just using someone to get to someone else, but I don't think she's looking for a relationship with Miyu either," Courtney replied.

Karen nodded. The two girls were silent for a while, each deep in their own thoughts.

"You did a good job with the party," Karen told her.

Courtney smiled. "Thanks."

"And that costume's just... I mean wow," Karen told her.

Courtney's smile broadened. "I try. I like yours too."

Karen shrugged. "I just found something I felt comfortable wearing."

Courtney reached outward and pressed a hand against Karen's cheek.

"You look beautiful," she told her.

Karen's eyes looked away modestly but she smiled. Courtney came forward and pressed her lips to the other girl's. God it felt good to be able to do that when she wanted to. Karen responded, and their tongues were soon sliding along one another. The kiss quickly became heated, and Karen's hands came up to Courtney's front. She squeezed her breasts through the corset, and Courtney moaned softly against her mouth. Courtney's hands reached up and cupped Karen's smaller breasts.

The firm swells filled Courtney's hand though they were meant to be there, their size and shape were perfectly suited to her grip. Karen hummed pleasurably into the kiss and their tongues swirled together more quickly. Her heart began to race, this was the most intense they had become since the old spark in their relationship had been rekindled. Courtney sensed it too, and even though she wished that they had more privacy and caution was telling her to stop, she pressed on. She did not want to stop something that might help Karen heal.

This was a way for Karen to reclaim that part of herself. To take back the sexual side of herself that had been snuffed out by what those two had done to her. Courtney kissed Karen with tenderness and desire at the same time. Strangely it was something like the way Rob had taught her to kiss. Before she had met him she had approached sex under the assumption that it was just a way to get off and power. Now she knew the power of the emotions that went along with it and the strength of the bonds it could form.

Karen's hands squeezed Courtney's breasts. The firm mounds of flesh were squeezed tightly inside the leather corset, and although it was highly visually stimulating it stopped Courtney from really feeling what Karen was doing. Karen's mouth left Courtney's and pressed against her jaw gently before going lower to her neck. One of Courtney's hands left Karen's breasts and cupped the back of her head as her grinning friend kissed along the path of her collar bone.

"Karen..." Courtney sighed as her friend reached the hollow of her neck and began to kiss downward.

Neither had heard the door open. Neither had noticed that someone was standing in the doorway. Winston, on the other hand, had and leapt from the bed to be fawned over by the newcomer. It was Courtney who first realized that they were being watched. She pushed Karen away, and the dark haired girl looked at her confused until she followed her gaze and saw what Courtney was looking at.

"Brianna..." Karen said.

Brianna looked at them with disbelieving eyes. An expression of despair came over it and she fled without saying a word.

"Oh no," Courtney said. "Brianna!" she called.

"Should I go..." Karen began.

Courtney shook her head. "It'd better be me."

Karen nodded. "I'll go back to the party."

Courtney nodded but she was not really listening. Brianna had run in the direction of the bathroom so that was where Courtney went. She found the door closed and Winston sat in front of it, whining sadly. Courtney rapped her knuckles on the door but there was no response. She knocked again.

"Brianna?" she called.

"Go away," came her friend's angry and tearful voice.

"Brianna, please. Let me in," Courtney said coaxingly.

There was a moment of silence and the door to the bathroom opened. Brianna sat back down on the toilet and wiped her eyes irritably with the heel of her hand. Courtney sat on the edge of the tub with her hands folded in her lap and head bowed repentantly. Brianna's eyes avoided contact with hers and the two girls sat in silence for a long time.

"When were you going to tell me?" Brianna asked lowly.

Courtney paused. "I don't know," she replied honestly.

"What about Rob? Does he know?" Brianna asked.

Courtney nodded her head. The tired and defeated tone of Brianna's voice was terrifying.

Her eyes showed her confusion. "How... And he's okay with it?"

Courtney nodded again, and Brianna seemed to take a moment to process what she was saying.

"When..." she asked. "When did this start, is this new?"

Courtney shook her head. "We've been doing it for a while... Since high school."

She saw the words wounded her friend, who seemed to collapse in on herself.

"You knew..." Brianna croaked as she fought back tears. "You knew how I felt about her..."

"Brianna, no it's not like..." Courtney began.

"I told you how I felt about her, and you let me think that we could never..." Brianna sobbed. "And when I told her she didn't even..."

"Brianna, I didn't know how you felt about her when it started," Courtney told her gently.

"That's not the fucking point!" Brianna shouted through her tears.

Courtney was startled by the outburst. Brianna rarely raised her voice in anger, and it was terrifying to hear the amount of pain in her voice.

"I... Brianna I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to say..."

"Don't you get it?" Brianna asked incredulously. "She could have loved me. It's in her, Courtney. The entire reason I was able to move on from her was because I finally recognized that I couldn't go on loving someone who could not reciprocate. But she can. But she won't. She loves you, not me. How can I compete with you? How can anyone?"

Courtney was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh for God's sake Courtney, think about it. You're the hottest, you're the coolest, and you're the one everybody always wanted to be. It's been like that forever," Brianna replied tearily. "Of course she fell for you."

"Brianna, that's not how it happened. It just... started. I don't know how," Courtney said. "We would mess around and then we realized that we weren't really playing. We realized we both genuinely liked each other like that. Rather than question it we just let it become a part of our friendship."

Brianna nodded absently to what Courtney was saying, but seemed distant. Unsure of what else to do Courtney kept talking. She was not accustomed to Brianna being angry like this, and was unsure of what the other girl was going to do.

"When I started dating Rob she was going out with Adam, so we stopped because we thought that it was cheating. But then, after what happened..." Courtney trailed off. "Well, I told Rob about her and I, and he was understanding about it. He knows and he's okay with it because it helps Karen."

Brianna nodded again but still said nothing and still looked upset. "What about the long term?" she asked.

Courtney could tell that that was not the question her friend wanted to ask, but she responded to it anyway.

"I don't know Brianna," she replied.

"What if what you're doing with Karen starts resembling something like an actual relationship? What if she becomes a threat to Rob? Don't you see how this could ruin what you have with both of them? For fuck sakes, Courtney, what was he going to say when you asked him? How could he say no? What would have you done if he hadn't? Rob's not stupid, he had to agree or you would have never forgiven him," Brianna said.

Courtney bristled. "It isn't like that."

Brianna laughed contemptuously. "Right. It's going to fuck everything up for you, Courtney. You're going to hurt both of them doing this. Karen's too emotionally vulnerable right now, and she's desperate for what you're offering her to see that what you two are doing is impossible to maintain."

"I don't need you telling me how to handle my relationship, Brianna," she said with carefully controlled anger.

Brianna looked away from her and was silent for a long time once more. Thoughts whirled through her head, confusing and painful notions that nagged at her. One in particular demanded that she ask Courtney a question that she dreaded to even think about. It felt like a selfish, needy question that she just could not banish from her mind.

"Why not me?" Brianna asked.

Courtney's heart fell. "What do you mean?" she asked while already knowing the answer.

"If you liked girls, why did you always push me away?" Brianna asked in a hurt tone. "When I was freaking out about how I felt, when I felt like I was some sort of freak for being attracted to the 'wrong' people, why didn't you just tell me you felt the same way?"

"I... I don't know. It was private between me and Karen," Courtney replied lamely. She realized she was making excuses. The real reason was far less noble than that.

Brianna looked at her darkly. "Not even a mention though? Not even a 'Well, I've sometimes thought girls are kind of hot too'? Do you know how much that would have helped? How much better that would have made me felt? Don't you realize how much we all idolized you back then? If I would have known..." Brianna trailed off. "But you didn't tell me."

"I was scared Brianna," Courtney told her in a quiet, vulnerable tone that Brianna had never heard from her before. "I didn't know what it meant. We both like guys. It scared us both, and it was just..."

"Easier to play straight than be bi?" Brianna replied dejectedly.

Courtney had been her rock, she had been the one who had told her to be proud of who and what she was, she had been the one who had built up her confidence enough to come out to her brother, and then the rest of her family. But she had been ashamed. She had been fearful of what she had inside of her. The same thing that she had always argued so passionately that Brianna should not be frightened of.

Now Brianna knew why Courtney had always been able to be so understanding of her fears.

"I..." Courtney was at a rare loss for words and it took her a moment to recover. "Neither of us plan on spending our lives together. We're just attracted to each other. Karen's never really shown any interest in anyone but me, so I..."

"But you have!" Brianna exclaimed, interrupting Courtney again. "I never thought anything of it but you do! The way you looked at Jane, and Amy. Even me sometimes! I thought I was just being crazy... And Karen, obviously with the way you two... I should have known... You two..." Brianna seemed to lose her train of thought.

She seemed dazed now more than angry, her mind was reeling. For the first time Brianna was seeing Courtney's weakness. For the first time in her life she realized that she was in some way stronger than her friend. She knew who she was. She accepted the parts of herself that were difficult. She did not let her fear of what others thought dictate how she behaved. Courtney's words were no less true even if she did not live them herself.

"Brianna, I'm so sorry. This isn't how you should have found out. I never told you about it because I was scared this exact thing would happen," Courtney told her.

Brianna did not seem to hear those words. Instead she turned her eyes up to look at Courtney, and though they still shimmered with the tears she had shed the flow of droplets had stopped.

"It must be hard living like you do," Brianna said in a soft, unhappy tone. "It must hurt so bad."

Courtney was unsure of how to respond to that, but before she could say anything Brianna stood and hugged her friend close. Unsure of what to do Courtney fell into the embrace, and let Brianna draw her face to her chest. She shut her eyes as her cheeks were scratched softly by the hemp of the vest the other girl was wearing. Brianna held her close, and seemed to be trying to comfort her from something Courtney felt she was supposed to be experiencing.

All she was experiencing was confusion as Brianna held her tight as though protecting her from something, or perhaps everything. Courtney did not understand the gesture, but felt the profundity of it, which made her all the more confused by it. What hurt so bad? Why would she be needing comfort? Why did Brianna think that she needed to be sheltered like this? Although Courtney tightened her arms around Brianna in response to the other girl's embrace she was ignorant to what had so suddenly shifted within her friend.

"If you ever need to talk," Brianna said softly. "About anything, you will come to me right?"

Courtney hesitated. "Of course."

She could tell by Brianna's silence that her response had failed to convince her. "I hope so," she eventually said.

"I won't keep things from you anymore," Courtney promised.

"Okay," Brianna replied. It was a hollow acceptance, and Courtney was mildly irritated that her words had not convinced her.

"I'm serious," Courtney said pulling back. "Anything you want to ask me, anytime, just ask me and I swear I'll give you a straight answer."

That was not the same thing, they both realized, that was not what Brianna was asking of Courtney.

Brianna nodded. "Alright," she said with a little more sincerity. Courtney was unsure of whether Brianna response was genuine, or if Jane was rubbing off on her and she was acting. There was a moment where Courtney felt the threads of a question starting in her mind, a question that might have given her answer, but before it could form fully Brianna withdrew from the embrace and the two girls separated.

Brianna exhaled shakily and smiled awkwardly as she wiped the stale tears from her eyelashes. "Sorry," she said.

"For what?" Courtney asked. "I'm the one who fucked up."

"I overreacted," Brianna said simply.

Courtney frowned. "No you didn't. You're crazy about Karen and you caught me kissing her, I'm amazed you didn't attack me."

Brianna laughed softly. "Wouldn't be fair, you're a wimp."

Courtney bristled. "I think a certain someone is forgetting who took down Brittany Birch in high school for throwing paint in your face."

Brianna's lips curled in an odd smile. "That's not what I meant."

Again Courtney was confused, and was getting frustrated about it. "What do you mean?"

Brianna shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she replied.

Courtney wanted to insist that Brianna give her a straight answer but some instinct told her that she would not like what she heard. She hesitated, and the longer it hung in the air the less appropriate it seemed to press. Brianna sighed, and tore off a few squares of toilet paper to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Here," Courtney said. "Let me do it, you'll smear your makeup."

Brianna handed her the bath tissue and Courtney attempted to clean the tears from her friend's face without ruining the makeup, but failed miserably.

"I'm going to have to redo it before we go back out there," Courtney said.

"I don't want to go back out there," Brianna replied miserably.

Courtney hesitated. "I... Well Miyu might be kind of disappointed..."

Brianna made a dismissive sound. "I don't care about what she thinks. I should never have brought her."

"She seems nice, you shouldn't be mean to her," Courtney replied.

"She is not nice," Brianna replied emphatically. "She was making fun of Amy, don't act like you didn't notice."

"Everyone thinks it's funny," Courtney said.

"Then they're all assholes," Brianna said. "They shouldn't be laughing at Amy for not knowing something. It's just like high school all over again, and I fucking hate it. People are always making fun of her for her innocent mistakes."

"Hold on a second," Courtney interrupted, "we don't make fun of her."

"Everyone does," Brianna retorted, "and its mean! Amy doesn't say anything, but I know it has to hurt being the brunt of most of the jokes. The next time someone says she's having a 'blonde moment' I swear I'm going to knock them the fuck out."

Courtney wondered where this fire had come from. Brianna was rarely confrontational, in fact she was typically a tad meek.

"Alright," Courtney said. "We'll keep you away from Miyu then, I don't want a catfight on my hands."

Brianna laughed. "Some catfight, I'd have that twiggy bitch on the ground in half a second."

Courtney could not help but laugh at her friend's newfound self-confidence. She sounded more like Courtney than Courtney herself felt like she had been acting. Brianna was right, Miyu had been rude to Amy, and normally Courtney would have done something about it. However, lately she had been so worried about Karen that she had let things slide.

"Please refrain from throwing any of my party guests," Courtney replied lightheartedly.

The two girls shared a laugh, and Courtney started to feel as though they were okay again. Then the laughter stopped and she detected a new unhappiness in Brianna's eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Brianna was reluctant to respond to that question. "I'd just rather not go back to the party."

"Miyu being a bitch isn't a good enough excuse. What's really bothering you?" Courtney insisted.

"Jane," Brianna said. The solitary syllable that represented the human being that she both hated and adored simultaneously. Just the utterance of it simultaneously made her want to smile and punch the wall in front of her.

"Is she still being stupid?" Courtney asked.

"She says she can't commit," Brianna replied miserably. "She says it will hurt both of us."

"That's bullshit. She can't just treat you like you're a convenient lay when she comes home."

Brianna blushed, and suddenly Courtney saw the more typical timidness that she was accustomed to seeing in her friend.

"It isn't like that," Brianna insisted. "She's just... scared. She does care about me."




Taken By The Wind Ch. 12



"Then she should damn well act like it," Courtney said. "Or she isn't worth your time getting upset about."

Brianna shook her head. "I can't just give up on her Courtney, it isn't that easy for me. I think I love her."

"Already?" Courtney asked doubtfully.

"It took you like twenty minutes with Rob!" Brianna retorted defensively.

She had a point.

"Yes," Courtney replied. "The Kavanagh kids do seem to have the ability to trap hearts fast."

"At least in your case Rob didn't run away to New York with you to be with all sorts of other girls," Brianna replied.

Courtney tilted her head to concede her point. "Do you think she's actually been chasing other girls?" she asked skeptically. From what she knew Jane was doing little other than work and school.

"Jane doesn't have to chase," Brianna reminded Courtney unhappily.

"Hmm..." Courtney intoned thoughtfully.

"What?" Brianna asked.

"What if she did?" Courtney asked. Then, as she redid her friend's makeup, she did her favorite thing.

She devised a plan.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 12



"You're all wet," Karen murmured into Courtney's ear.

Courtney's heart was racing. Even at their most physical they had never been quite like this. There had always been a bit of doubt within them. A false pretext that what they were doing was somehow less than what it was. They both knew now how important it was to them, and had stopped devaluing it because they were no longer afraid of it. Courtney turned and pulled Karen's lips to hers. She kissed her with incredible passion and warmth. She drew her close and held on tight.

Karen staggered back against the kiss slightly, and Courtney pushed her back until they reached the bed. They fell back and Courtney continued to kiss her with everything she had. Karen battled back, and their tongues began a lustful sparring match. Courtney's thumbs looped around the hemline of Karen's top and drew it up over her head, which left Karen bare from the waist up. Karen pushed up on Courtney's shoulders and they rolled so that she was now on top.

Karen grinned happily at Courtney before moving back down into the kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other. Courtney's large breasts pressed against Karen's smaller ones, and they squashed against each other. Karen kissed Courtney deep, drawing her mouth up against hers with her hand against her head while her other hand went back between her legs. Courtney hummed against her lips as Karen slid her fingers along the damp folds of her sex.

Karen pulled back from the kiss and brought her mouth to Courtney's throat. She trailed kisses down to the hollow of her neck and then proceeded downward. Courtney's breathing grew heated and her chest was heaving as Karen's mouth kissed down along the slopes of her breasts. Karen captured a nipple inside of her mouth, and applied suction on it. It brought her great happiness to see the pleasure in her friend's expression.

Courtney gazed down at Karen, their eyes locking and Karen's lips curled into a smile around her nipple as she sucked on it. She kissed her way down one slope and through the valley between Courtney's breasts before taking the other nipple into her mouth. Neither spoke, instead they communicated through touch and looks. Courtney was cautious, this was Karen's first sexual experience since her rape, and she was letting her take the lead.

Karen was so pleased that she was able to make her friend happy in this way. That she was able to bring pleasure in the world. Her damaged self-esteem and self-worth was soothed somewhat by the knowledge that she was not just a burden to her friend, that she was not simply a source of pain and grief. Karen loved Courtney so much, and it hurt her that her friend should have to endure such pain because of something that had been done to her. It was not fair that both of them should suffer.

Karen moved lower and crawled over the edge of the bed. Now kneeling on the floor, Karen began to unbuckle Courtney's big, black boots. The heavy footwear clunked to the floor and Karen reached upward to grab Courtney's pants from the waist. Her friend's sexy abdominal muscles flexed as she pushed her hips upward and her ass left the mattress. Karen tugged on the pants insistently until they lay in a puddle to her left.

There she lay. Her best friend and the girl she loved, naked and utterly exposed to her gaze. Karen stared for a long time, drinking in the beauty of the dark haired girl, and felt her heart warm with emotion. She kissed the inside of Courtney's knee, and luxuriated in the softness of the flesh beneath her lips. Her hands ran along the tops of Courtney's thighs, and she reveled in the smoothness of the skin beneath her palms.

Karen shut her eyes, and nearly cried from the intensity of what she was feeling but did not. Instead she brought her lips to the inside of Courtney's thigh and her hands down to her calves. Karen inhaled, taking in the scent of Courtney's skin. The familiar aroma awakened old and fond memories of their best and most fun times together. The days and nights they had spent together all alone, giggling nervously at first, perhaps needing alcohol to ease the nerves, but always trusting the other.

And always feeling safe.

Courtney reached down cautiously and pressed her hand gently on the back of Karen's head as she kissed up the inside of her leg towards her center. She spent a long time simply breathing in Courtney's scent and feeling the musculature of her legs. In part she was teasing, but mostly she was working up her courage. She overcame the last of her fear however at her friend's gentle touch. The press of her friend's hand on the back of her head assured her that everything was alright.

Karen's tongue ran along the crease where Courtney's leg met her pussy, and she kissed the tender spot softly as she pushed her friend's legs wider. Her hands squeezed the muscles of Courtney's thighs as she brought her mouth to her pussy. It was like a first kiss. Her lips pressed against the line formed by the petals of Courtney's sex and remained there tentatively, as if uncertain of how to proceed. Then they widened, spreading out over the glistening folds, and her tongue peaked out cautiously.

Courtney sighed pleasurably as Karen's tongue prodded her swollen lips, and her hand carefully swept the girl's dark hair away as she carefully began to pry past them. Her tongue pushed past Courtney's outer labia and found the more tender flesh inside. The soft organ pressed gently against the inner lips of Courtney's sex, and Karen hummed as her taste came away on her tongue. She made wide sweeps with her tongue pressed flatly against her, and looked up into Courtney's eyes.

They were excited; dark and warm with happiness as they gazed down at her. They peered at each other and Karen grinned up at Courtney from her place between her legs. Karen's hands came up from Courtney's thighs and went up her stomach. One of them went upward to rest over Courtney's breast while the other held onto her hip. Courtney laid her hand over the one Karen had at her breast, and sighed as her friend began to squeeze it gently.

Karen's tongue slid along the length of Courtney's sex from the bottom of the slit to the top, and then her lips wrapped around her clit. The tip of Karen's tongue dragged along Courtney's clitoral hood and moved around the swollen nubbin, but seemed to intentionally miss direct contact. This made Courtney squirm and her breathing grew hotter. Karen's green eyes glinted wickedly up at her friend and she pulled her tongue away from the area entirely in favor of the less sensitive labia further down.

Old tricks soon came into play. Karen would tease Courtney's entrance with her tongue and then skirt up and around her clit only to not give it any direct attention and instead kiss the her pubic mound and grin at her wickedly. The hand on Courtney's breast was always moving, and Karen alternated. One hand was always held her by the hip with the other explored further up her torso. Karen did this because she knew that when Courtney eventually came that hold was all that would save her from being smothered.

Courtney stopped being amazed by how bold and brave Karen was being and started to be amazed by how good her tongue felt. Her approach was different than Rob's, but no less effective. Karen liked to be everywhere at once and attack at all angles. Her tongue would be at her clit, then lower to tease around her opening, and then lower to make Courtney squirm as it slid along her perineum. Then it would go back up.

On this next upward path Karen did more than tease Courtney's entrance, however. The wily organ delved inside and made Courtney moan louder than she should have as she worked her tongue around the first few inches of her tunnel. Those were the most sensitive parts of her canal, and Karen knew which areas were the most susceptible to teasing. Courtney had to bite down on her lower lip to fight back the moans Karen's tongue threatened to bring forth.

Warmth spread through Courtney, and a powerful ache formed between her legs. It was a familiar pressure that kept on building inside, threatening to burst free in a sudden and violent rush. Karen withdrew her tongue but replaced it with two of her fingers. They curled upward and pressed against the roof of Courtney channel while her lips wrapped around her clit once again. Karen applied suction to her clit and began to saw her fingers in and out of Courtney's streaming box.

"Karen," Courtney gasped. She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit down on her knuckle to combat the moans that tried to claw their way free. Karen's fingers found Courtney's G-spot with such ease it seemed almost like cheating. The brunette was not going to complain however, certainly not with her fist shoved halfway in her mouth to stop her lustful groans anyway.

Karen's lips were pursed narrowly over Courtney's clit as she sucked on the little bud. She widened them and her tongue came out to join in once again. Karen continued to saw her fingers in and out of Courtney's pussy, making sure that she rubbed her G-spot as she did, while she circled her clit with her tongue like some sort of bird of prey. The tip came across diagonally and brushed against the swollen bud, and Courtney lurched up against her.

Karen grinned to herself as she felt Courtney's hold on her hair tighten. She was making Courtney lose control. She was making her forget to baby her for the first time in months. Right now she was just Karen, not the girl who had been raped, and Courtney wanted her tongue on her clit. Karen lovingly teased around the firm bud, and occasionally allowed the tip to brush against it. Courtney would gasp and buck every time, and her grip on Karen's hair remained tight.

Karen flattened her tongue out and pressed it against Courtney's clit. Courtney began to rock against her tongue while Karen continued to work her fingers in and out of her pussy. Karen rubbed her tongue against Courtney's clit, matching the unconscious motions of her friend's hips. Courtney had her eyes shut now and her head was craned back. Her grip on Karen's hair stayed tight, the only thing she wanted in that moment was for her tongue to remain on her clitoris. At that moment that point of contact was the most important thing in Courtney's world.

The little thrusts of her hips grew faster and faster in competition with her rising need to orgasm. Courtney could feel her heart beating fast and the tingling sensation she had been feeling seemed to intensify suddenly. She felt her legs and abdomen tensing, and suddenly she seized up. Karen kept up her tonguing of her clit until Courtney gave a guttural moan and came. She felt the characteristic clenching of Courtney's pussy around her fingers as she came, and her eyes cast upward to watch the orgasm unfold.

Courtney twisted on her bed, her hand flying away from her mouth and gripping the comforter tight as she gritted her teeth. Her breathing came out raggedly and her chest thrust upward, pushing her burgeoning breasts up in the air as her turgid nipples strained towards the ceiling. It was one of the most beautiful things Karen had ever seen, and she had made it happen. She slid her hands up Courtney's torso and cupped her breasts as her friend continued to shake and shudder on the bed above her.

Karen kissed Courtney's mound softly and trailed kisses up to her twitching abdomen. Courtney drew Karen upward and the raven haired girl crawled onto the bed. Their lips met once again and the two girls smiled into the kiss as Courtney's breathing slowly returned to normal. Their tongues found each other and Courtney tasted herself on Karen's. Her hand went through her still damp hair and pulled her mouth to hers tight. They shared a long, deep kiss as Courtney rolled and took Karen with her.

Now on top, Courtney began a similar pilgrimage to the one Karen had made. They kissed as Courtney's hands slid along Karen's bare torso and went over her breasts. She drew her mouth away and brought her lips to her jawline. Karen giggled as Courtney's lips tickled her and then gasped as her thumbs flicked over her sensitive nipples. Courtney brought her mouth to Karen's neck and kissed her there gently, and slid a hand downward.

It slid along Karen's stomach and the tips of her finger brushed against the elastic waistband of her panties. They slid under the soft cotton and through Karen's pubic hair to her slit. That's when the problems began. Courtney continued to kiss Karen's neck, and playfully nibbled on the flesh as she made her way down to her shoulder. Her hand went further into Karen's panties, her knuckles pressing up against the white cotton panties as her fingers slid along her friends pussy lips.

"Courtney..." Karen said.

Courtney hummed. "You're so beautiful," she told her.

Karen felt fear rise inside of her as Courtney's fingers ran along her slit.

"Courtney, stop..." Karen said. "Stop!" she shouted.

She pulled away and covered her face with her hands. Courtney looked at her with sad and confused eyes. Karen's heart was hammering and she felt the urge to cry. She was huddled in the corner of where her bed met the wall, with her legs bent and her feet pressed up against her defensively.

"Karen, are you okay?" Courtney asked gently. She stayed where she was, worried to frighten her friend further by moving.

Karen drew her hands away from her face and she began to calm down as she realized where she was. It had been different when she was the one giving the pleasure. She had been in control then. Being touched had triggered memories, things best left forgotten but that demanded to be remembered. She reached forward and took Courtney's hand. She crawled over to her and sat beside her. The two said nothing as Karen settled against Courtney as her friend wrapped a protective arm around her.

"I'm sorry," Karen said.

"It's okay," Courtney replied. "We can do it whenever you're ready."

"But I am ready," Karen said. "I don't want them to have power over me anymore," she said. Frustration entered her tone. "I want to be able to do this with you. I want to be able to feel good again. I want to be me again," she said bitterly.

They were quiet for a long time as they sat huddled together in the corner of Courtney's bed.

"Have you been able to masturbate?" Courtney asked.

Karen nodded. "A little bit... sometimes in the shower. I haven't finished, but it feels good. That's why I thought I was ready."

An idea occurred to Courtney. "What if I help you?" she asked. It was one of the things Rob did to her on occasion when she felt in need of extra intimacy rather than raw carnality.

"What do you mean?" Karen asked.

"You can lie back against me," she replied, "and you can show me exactly how to touch you."

"That could work," Karen agreed. She would still be in control, but it would be Courtney's touch.

"Let's try it then," Courtney said. "If you're okay..."

Karen nodded. "I think I'm okay."

The girls repositioned themselves. Courtney got all her pillows into a pile and leaned back against it with her legs parted. Karen removed her panties and got settled in between Courtney's legs. She leaned back against her, and rested her head back on Courtney's shoulder. Her breasts pressed into Karen's back and she stayed still as she felt Courtney's chest rise and fall in time with her breathing. Karen shut her eyes as though she were alone and reached for Courtney's hands.

Karen's hands slid over Courtney's and she guided them to where she wanted them. One went up to her right breast while the other went down to her thigh. Courtney allowed herself to be controlled by her puppeteer, and Karen led her through the usual start of her masturbation sessions. She felt Karen press her hand against hers at her breast and so Courtney pressed down on the firm swell. Karen exhaled softly as she guided Courtney's motions until she was massaging her breast in just the way she would.

Next she had Courtney rub the inside of her leg. Her palm was soft on the smooth flesh and Karen widened her legs slightly as she directed the hand to her center. Karen had continued shaving herself in the same manner she always had, and as Courtney's hand grew closer her fingers brushed against the outer folds of Karen's sex. Karen kept her eyes shut and let a fantasy build. She thought of earlier, when Courtney had still been in her costume and she had just gotten her corset off.

Courtney felt Karen relaxing against her and maintained the rhythmic motions of her hands at her breast and between her legs. In Karen's fantasy she pushed Courtney over her desk and knelt behind her. Courtney felt Karen's breathing quickening and the extra pressure she applied to her hand over her breast. She squeezed down harder and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her friend. In her fantasy, Karen pulled Courtney's leather pants down to her knees and exposed her shapely backside to her.

The image made Karen hot, and she increased the pace of her fingers at her pussy. Or rather, Courtney's fingers; it was becoming harder and harder to differentiate the two. Courtney felt Karen press more firmly back against her and saw her mouth open as she began to breathe more heavily. Fantasy-Karen had her mouth up between Courtney's legs, and her sweet juices were trailing down her chin and the inside of her thighs. Karen groaned softly, and squeezed her breast over Courtney's hand.

Courtney followed the silent direction and tightened her grip on Karen's breast. She kept the pace Karen had set between her legs, though Karen had largely relinquished control to Courtney there and was essentially just holding her hand over Courtney's at this point. Her fantasy-self had her tongue deeply ensconced inside Courtney's wet trench, and her nose was buried in the cleft of her ass as her friend ground herself back against her wiggling organ.

Karen pressed against two of Courtney's fingers and pushed her hips forward. It took Courtney a moment to understand what Karen wanted, but when she did she slid two of her fingers past her tight opening and into her hot, wet channel. Karen moaned softly and pushed herself up against Courtney's fingers. The first fantasy dissolved, now she was back much further reliving the last time they had been fully together. It had been Christmas break the previous year, and Courtney was gleaming beneath her.

"Courtney..." Karen sighed softly.

Courtney felt her cheeks grow warm and her pussy ache at the lustful note in Karen's voice as she said her name in that dreamy voice. In her memory informed fantasy, Karen was rubbing her hands along Courtney's gleaming form, giving her a massage before once again bringing her mouth to her pussy. With Courtney's juices still fresh on her tongue it was not difficult for Karen to imagine how it would taste. Her hips rocked more hurriedly against Courtney's fingers as they moved inside of her.

Karen guided Courtney's fingers along her breast to her nipple and squeezed. Getting the idea, Courtney pressed down against the firm point and Karen moaned in approval. She remembered the way Courtney had cum when she had slipped her tongue past her anus, and how she had pulled her against her while shaking uncontrollably. Her motions became more frantic with her hips and Courtney increased the urgency with which she fingered her.

As she approached the finish Karen's fantasies faded away and she was just in the moment. Courtney's fingers worked in and out of her pussy while her other hand manipulated her breast masterfully. Karen kept her eyes shut and focused on the press of her friends body against hers, and became aware of the gentle thrusting motions of Courtney's hips. Karen pushed back against her and Courtney's thumb went up to her clit unguided.

The motion might have startled Karen at one point but right now she was too far gone to experience anything but pleasure. When her orgasm came, it came hard. A surge of pleasure starting somewhere in her center and radiating up her spine, sending vibrations through her body until she was humming like a tuning fork. A distinct note of pleasure was in the moan that she released, and she stiffened against Courtney.




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Karen's thighs clamped together and trapped Courtney's hand between them. Her pussy clutched around her fingers, and squeezed them tight as a flow of her nectar ran over them. Her spine curled back against Courtney in an arch of triumph and her hands tightened over hers as she was flooded with a pleasure she had not known for months. It made her giddy and excited, but it also exhausted her. She lay back against Courtney, and felt a general sense of 'good' wash over her as little crests continued to crash over her.

When it was finally over Karen was sleepy and grinning happily as she lay back against Courtney. Her friend drew her fingers out from her and Karen watched as she took them into her mouth and sucked them clean. Courtney grinned at her around her fingers as she held them naughtily in her mouth.

"I think that worked," Courtney said.

Karen smiled contentedly. "Very well," she agreed.

She rolled and pressed herself over Courtney. They kissed and laughed together happily beneath the covers. They positioned themselves to sleep, both of them laying on their sides and facing one another. Their mouths came together again and again in soft little kisses before Karen slowly and finally, fell into a truly restful slumber. Courtney held her for a long time, the ache between her legs still there, and her excitement and happiness preventing her from falling asleep.

This was a far better reason to be kept awake than what had been keeping her from sleep as of late. Courtney held Karen fondly, and felt her breath against her neck as her head tilted forward and she nuzzled in against her. Eventually, however, peace left her. She thought about what Brianna had said, and despite herself began to fear the truth in what Brianna had said.

Had she truly given Rob no other option? Had he only allowed this because he feared what her response would be if he hadn't? Or worse, had they both been blind to the potential repercussions of what they were now engaged in? Had Courtney inadvertently led them down a path that led only to pain? Surely there was a way out of it. It was unacceptable that something that brought so much comfort, that this lovely thing that brought so much peace should lead to anything but joy.

Eventually Courtney's own tiredness exceeded her desire to stay awake, and as she looked happily upon the peaceful face of her friend she fell asleep. Her final thought as she slipped into sleep was that she must find a solution.

Even if she did not yet know what that solution was.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 13



Author's Note: 

This is the thirteenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the other chapters before reading this one. 

I'd like to thank everyone more making 2013 such a great year for me on Literotica, and hope to have your continued support in 2014. I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous I hope you enjoyed this sixth installment of 'Taken By the Wind'. As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate all feedback, even if it's just a rating. If you wish to send me feedback directly you can use the 'Send Feedback' option below. Just make sure to leave an e-mail address if you would like a response. 

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-Max 

Chapter 13: 

Rob lay back in bed in the candlelit bedroom. Courtney had disappeared. She had had her shower and they had eaten their dinner of Chinese food. Courtney's nap seemed to have reenergized her, and Rob looked forward to the night ahead of him. There were soft footsteps outside the door to their bedroom, and Rob lay back naked as he awaited Courtney's arrival. She had gone to change from her t-shirt and sweatpants. 

Rob had argued that she just needed to get naked, but she insisted that tonight should be special and romantic. As much as he joked he liked the romantic stuff as much as she did, and so he awaited her arrival eagerly. Music played in the background, soft and soothing. It was a peaceful atmosphere and Rob thought that if he was left alone long enough he could fall asleep. Just as that thought came to his mind, Courtney entered the room. 

Rob's heart skipped a beat. 

Courtney wore a black lace and mesh bustier, a pair of opaque black thigh high stockings with a lace band at the top that held them up, and a black lace thong. Black lace garters connected the bustier to the tops of her stockings. The form-fitting bustier pushed Courtney's breasts together and up, making them look incredible. It accentuated her waist, and the sheer material showcased Courtney's flat stomach. She had drawn her hair back into a pony tail, but left some wisps free to frame her face. 

Rob lay captivated by the sight of her and she grinned at him happily. 

"Are you happy I changed?" she asked with a knowing smirk. 

Rob blinked. "Yeah. Wow, Courtney... That's... Just wow," he said. 

Courtney smiled and did a turn for him. The low rise thong offered essentially no back coverage, just a thin lacy strip that ran down the center of her ass. Rob watched her legs shift and her ass rock as she swayed back and forth for him before turning back around. It was then that he noticed that she had something in her hand. It was the bottle of massage gel he had used to lube her up earlier. It was meant for that dual purpose, but he imagined Courtney had a massage in mind. 

"Now," she began as she stood at the foot of the bed. "Tonight you promised to stay up until morning with me, and I have every intention of holding you to that promise." 

"And I have every intention of keeping it," Rob assured her. 

"Good," Courtney replied. She came forward and held the bottle of massage gel between her hands, warming it with her body heat before squeezing a line of it out from the hollow of his neck to his belly button. She straddled his slightly parted thighs and adjusted the positioning of his arms so that he was comfortable. Rob had been made to lie out on a towel, which had tipped him off to the whole massage angle Courtney had in mind. Though usually he was the masseuse. 

Courtney's hands came to his broad chest, and began to smear the massage oil along his shoulders. She found knots of tension there and worked them free with firm presses of her fingers. Her fingers dug into the muscles, finding tension and working it out before moving her hands down his arms. Rob felt her squeeze and caress the flesh of his arms with her slippery hands before she reached his hands. She slid them over top and their fingers linked for a moment before she brought her hands back up the path they had traveled down. 

Courtney came around to Rob's chest and began to massage his pectoral muscles. Her thumbs circled his areoles and made his breathing grow hotter as she dragged the edge of their nails across his nipples. Courtney's hands swept downward, moving along his abdomen pressed almost together, and then diverging to sweep around to his flank. They ran upward and along his ribcage, her thumbs running along the groves of his ribcage up to his armpits before turning inward once more. 

As he exhaled her hands went down, and as he breathed in they moved up along his flank. Her motions were steady and relaxing. Courtney's hands went down to his hips and she saw his manhood stir in anticipation. Rob trimmed his pubic hair but still had a pretty good growth, which discouraged her from massaging along his pubic bone lest she risk making him itchy by getting the massage gel in the hair. Instead she massaged around the outline of it, and moved on to his legs. 

Rob watched her as she ran her hands down his legs. He had taken a shower after she had gone for her nap and while he had waited for dinner to arrive. This proved to be an advantage as she brought her hands to his feet. Courtney knew Rob's feet to be ticklish and so was careful in her massage of them. Being ticklish, they were also sensitive, and Courtney watched as his manhood bobbed as it began to swell. She ran her hands back up along his legs and then down around the outsides. 

As she came up the next time her hands turned inwards. They ran along the inside of his legs and approached his inflating member, but she stopped short of his scrotum. Her hands slid up along to the top of his thighs, and she pressed down with greater pressure as she made her way down. It was an excellently therapeutic massage, and one which Courtney had honed with Karen. Massage seemed to relax Karen enough to make her able to do a lot more than if the two of the simply tried making out and seeing where it took them. 

The massage was also tantalizing. Rob's cock ballooned before her, growing erect without any direct stimulus to it. He sighed as one of her hands came up between his legs and cupped his balls. Her other hand came up and gripped his towering erection. Courtney stroked his length, and spread the massage gel along his shaft. It was soon gleaming in her glistening hand. Rob watched her eyes focus in on the head of his manhood, all this time and she still seemed fascinated by it. 

Courtney drew back the foreskin and eyed the silvery bead of pre-cum at the slit. She was knelt in front of him, the outside of her knees pressing against the inside of his, as her fist ran along the length to tease out more of those glimmering tears. Courtney's eyes cast upward, and felt the familiar jolt of attraction to the form lying before her. She spent a lot of time admiring Rob's body, perhaps as much as he did hers. 

As she gazed at his gleaming torso and arms she felt her heart beat a little faster and the palms of her massaging hands began to feel tingly. Courtney felt her breath grow slightly unsteady and she became hyper-ware of every arch and bend of Rob's masculine form. The definition of his musculature was drawn out by the gloss of massage gel in the warm light of the candles illuminating the room. Courtney's hands went on in autopilot as she simply took the opportunity to admire him. 

The corners of her consciousness seemed foggy, and the only thing in focus became the form of the one she loved spread out before her. His broad chest, his powerful shoulders, and his strong arms all drew her eye. However, it was the small details, the correctness of proportion to her eye, the aesthetic rightness of his shape, which kept her eyes interested. There was always more to see, always more to discover, because if any factor was changed new details made themselves known. The lighting, his position, her vantage point, even her mood, all of it changed the experience of looking. 

Courtney felt her breathing quicken as she looked at him and her blood rush to her face, but also lower to her groin. She realized suddenly that her mouth was open and closed it, biting down on her lower lip to make herself behave. She took another breath, still unsteady, and attempted to make her breathing normal. Her heart seemed to be thudding in her chest, and the beat echoed further down at her center. Courtney pressed her knees together and tried looking up at his face. 

Bad decision, Rob looked up at her warmly, but with that slightly crooked and a lot charming grin that told her that he knew what she was feeling. An ache developed between Courtney's legs, a need that she could only describe as an emptiness. Rob sat up and reached forward, his fingers brushing a stray wisp of her hair away and then bringing his mouth to hers. Courtney's breath caught in her throat, and she pulled back with a gasp. 

"The massage," she said distractedly. Why was she so aroused? Courtney was feeling intensely emotional and very, very horny. Perhaps it was because they were truly and fully alone, and were in a place that actually belonged to them. This had obviously occurred to her before, but they could have sex whenever they wanted without fear of 'getting caught'. She had not realized what that really meant until now. She had not realized what that meant for their relationship. 

"It was great," Rob replied. "Should I do you now?" he asked her. 

He smiled as Courtney blinked distractedly. She got like this sometimes, slightly dazed and flustered when she was feeling particularly strong feelings for him. The prospect of having his hands all over her sent a thrill through Courtney, but she had other plans. 

"No," she told him. "You need to lay back," she replied. 

Rob did as she said and Courtney left the bed. She went to her iPod and changed the playlist. A familiar riff began to play, but Rob could not remember the name. Courtney adjusted the volume, and bobbed her head to the rhythm for a moment before turning and striding back to the foot of the bed. It had a good, rocking beat to it that she began to sway her hips to. Rob watched her in her black lace bustier as she shut her eyes and began to dance. 

Rob watched as her hips tilted and swung. Courtney's hands went above her head and her upper body began to move in the opposing direction of her lower body. 

"'Here I come again now baby / Like a dog in heat / Tell it's me by the clamor baby / I like to tear up the street'" the singer sang. 

The music drifted to the background. All Rob really heard was the rise and swell of the guitar that Courtney moved to. She spun to face away from him, and her ass moved up and down, swaying and sashaying in time with the music. The song had a hypnotic quality that Rob was sure was intentional. The sight of her was more than enough to induce a trance, and he gazed at her transfixed as she moved. Rob's erection stayed rigid as he watched her dance to the slow moving music. 

Courtney shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and rocked her hips as she turned back around. Courtney bent forward, exaggerating the motion for his benefit, to unfasten her garters. Rob watched as she straightened and reached behind herself to fuss with the fastener of her bustier. She continued to dance and after a few moments the garment relaxed around her. Courtney turned and continued to sway. Rob watched the muscles of her back through the part in her bustier, and Courtney let it fall from her body. The thin straps of her garters dangled from it like tassels as gravity carried the garment to the floor. 

Now topless, Courtney remained faced away from him. The song had changed to another slow moving rock song with a pulsing beat. Courtney's hair remained tied back in the ponytail she had fastened it in, and Rob watched as she reached up to undo it. She drew the elastic out with a flourish, and tossed it somewhere to the floor before combing her fingers through her hair to smooth it out. Courtney's hips continued to sway as she did this, and she dipped down as her hands slid into her long, thick hair. 

Her hands slid out of her hair and ran down her sides. The palm of her hand slid along her tattoo, and the ache to have the emptiness inside of her filled intensified. Courtney's hands came to her hips, and she held them there as she continued to swing her hips hypnotically. They came around and slid over her ass, her fingers pressing down into the flesh, dimpling the skin with the pressure the pads applied. Courtney pushed up on the flesh and made her buttocks jiggle as she mischievously watched his reaction over her shoulder. 

Courtney smiled to herself at his dazed look. She slid her hands away from her ass and brought them up her front. She cupped her breasts and then turned around. Courtney's dark, hungry eyes met Rob's yearning gaze. She kept her breasts covered as she strutted towards the bed, walking in time to the music. Courtney pressed her palms flat against her breasts and made them jiggle in the same teasing manner as she had her buttocks, and nearly giggled at the look on Rob's face. 

Rob looked like he wanted to reach out and grab her, but was restrained by her voiced command to lay back. Courtney uncovered her breasts slowly, and Rob seemed to exhale a little more loudly. His desire for her was palpable, and as she danced at the foot of the bed hers for him became unbearable. Courtney slid her hands down her stomach and went down into a squat as she brought them to her inner thighs. 

Courtney swung her hips back and forth while in this position, her abdominal muscles shifting and benefitting from the same flattering light Rob's musculature had earlier. She stood erect and leaned forward. Her knees pressed against the foot of the bed and her hands braced themselves on either side of his torso. Courtney's breasts hung heavily beneath her as she gazed into Rob's eyes. She lowered herself down so that her heavy swells brushed against his aching organ. 

Rob sighed audibly from the contact and Courtney pressed more of her weight against him. His gleaming cock slid up between her breasts and was surrounded by their warmth and softness. Courtney slid her breasts up his body, her erect nipples pressing into his flesh as she ascended. Rob's mouth opened as Courtney brought hers over his, and his erection pressed up against her bare stomach. Courtney gave him a long, soulful kiss before crawling further up his body and pressing her breasts against his face. 

Rob's hands came up and cupped the firm mounds of flesh. Courtney was now straddling his hips, and her crotch pressed down against his pulsing member. She could feel the heat of his shaft, the underside pressed against her thinly covered vulva as it folded up between their bodies. Rob kissed along the swells of her breasts, and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. Courtney rocked her hips against his erection, and he hummed at the sensation of the soft silk of her panties sliding along his shaft. 

Courtney's ache to be full became unbearable. She reached down and took a hold of his manhood. His sucking lips sent shivers up through her aching nipples and through her entire body. Courtney pushed aside the thin strip of material covering her pussy and guided the helm of his swollen protuberance to her shimmering entrance. Rob hummed pleasurably against her breast as Courtney lowered herself onto his erection with an appeased groan. 

Rob continued to suck and tease her nipples as Courtney relieved the ache of emptiness with his manhood. He slid deep inside of her and she held him there. Courtney savored the feeling of having his member, rigid with arousal, ensconced inside her while he hungrily suckled at her breasts. She began to rock against him, humming softly as she felt him moving around inside of her, and ground her pelvis against him. 

Courtney began to exercise control over the muscles of her pelvic floor. She squeezed around his erection, and she tightened around him. Rob groaned happily somewhere within her bosom, and she did it again. She slowly relaxed and contracted her internal muscles. It was sort of like holding in a pee in mechanics for Courtney, but a lot like having a warm, all-encompassing hand grip his cock for Rob. The effect for both was to make their breathing shallow and their bodies warm. 

Rob began to move up against her in time with Courtney's motions. Her hands went behind his head and she drew him more tightly to her chest. She moved her hips from side to side and in circles. Courtney drew back and kissed him sensually as she rested her torso against his. Rob's hands cradled her head and kept her hair out of the way as the two gently gyrated together. Courtney's tongue swept around Rob's, and they nibbled at each other's lips playfully as they kissed. 

Courtney's hands pressed up against his shoulders and she rose up. Rob reached forward and cupped her breasts as she back to slide her hips back and forth. This created a wonderful sensation for her clit, and she tilted her pelvis forward to maximize the contact between the hard nubbin and his abdomen. Rob continued to massage her breasts, supporting them as she moved above him. His fingers massaged a spot just above her areola which always sent shivers up her spine, and her motions became just a little more heated. 

Rob watched Courtney above him. Her hips rocked back and forth against his shaft, and her eyes glowed warmly in the orange light given off by the candles. Her elbows bent and her breasts flattened against his chest once more. They seemed to get even larger when she was aroused, and their wonderful warmth felt wonderful against his chest. Courtney stayed there for a while, and let Rob grind his pelvis up against her. 

Rob's hands slid down along her back and over her ass. He moved his hips in short thrusting motions up against her, and squeezed her buttocks. Courtney purred against his lips and began to move back against him once more. She pushed up again, and her breasts were free to giggle and sway above him tantalizingly. Courtney pushed up with her legs, and lowered herself back down on his shaft. She ground herself down against him and then rose again. 

Rob lay back and luxuriated in the sensations of her body. She tightened and drew herself up his length, his shaft sliding out from between the thick lips of her pussy, leaving a gloss of her arousal along his length. Then she relaxed her inner muscles and lowered herself back down onto him. Once she was settled back down against him Courtney gyrated her hips and ground her clit against him. Then she repeated the process. 

Squeeze. Rise. Relax. Descend. Rock. 

Courtney's body moved above Rob gracefully. They were both breathing heavily in their arousal, and their forms grew flushed as Courtney rode him. It was precisely the slow, sensual lovemaking Courtney had wanted this night to feature. She could feel an orgasm building inside of her, and calmly allowed it to. Courtney had grown used to her body's responses to Rob's, and welcomed the pleasure she found with him. 

Courtney's back straightened and she pressed her hands against his stomach as she continued to ride him in her same methodical way while increasing the visibility of her body. Rob rested his hands on her hips and slid them down to her thighs as they worked her upper body up and down. Sweat and the mixed solution of their arousal gleamed on the inside of her thighs up near the site of their union. Rob's hands slid up the front of her thighs and one went between her legs. 

Courtney gasped as he rubbed her clit. His fingers flicked across her clitoral hood, and Courtney began to have trouble maintaining her rhythm. She did not let this bother her, however. Instead she embraced the sensations and allowed them to wash over her. Rob's fingers strummed her clit as she rode him, the pressure building up inside her lower abdomen. Each motion of his fingers brought her just a little closer to orgasm. 




Taken By The Wind Ch. 13



Now that he was stimulating her clit for her, Courtney decided to abandon the 'rock' component of her regimen. Instead she leaned back so his shaft pressed against the front of her channel, and began to slide up and down his length. Courtney supported her weight with her hands on his thighs, and Rob was treated to a spectacular view of his shaft leaving and then re-entering her sex. Courtney in turn was treated to intense G-spot stimulation as his engorged organ hit it again and again. 

The pulse inside her core was now louder than the one in her chest. Her clit served as an antenna sending an unfathomable sensory input to her brain which served as the hub to deliver the message all over her body. A pleasant pain entered her, the ache becoming more potent. Courtney felt her breath quickening, and every touch of Rob's free hand left a trail of shivers in its wake. It went along her stomach, and down her side, adding little jolts that added to the buildup of pressure between her legs. 

Then, in a quavering, shivering, shuddering process the pressure was released bit by bit. The squeezing of her pelvic floor muscles became sporadic as she lost control of everything south of her waist. With each body jarring spasm the pressure inside of her was released. Courtney's toes curled and scrunched together, and her thighs squeezed tight around him. Rob watched her eyes shut as the blissful sensation ran through her, and sat up to hold her to him as her arms grew weak behind her. 

Warmth encompassed her as she was drawn into Rob's embrace, and she shuddered in joyous release against him. Her breasts heaved against his chest as she regained the ability to breath. Rob's hands slid along her back and she began to relax. Little twinges and shivers continued to run from her center to her extremities. Rob remained rigid inside of her and her arms wrapped around him as every touch on her skin became pure pleasure. 

Courtney sat on his thighs and Rob pulled her legs forward so that she could wrap them around his waist. Rob scooched towards the head of bed, bringing her with him, and sat back against the high pile of pillows. Courtney recovered breathlessly with her head resting on his shoulder. When she was ready to continue she kissed him and pressed her feet flat on the bed. Courtney pressed down on the balls of her feet and rose from his shaft. 

Rob's hands went to her ass to support her weight as she raised and lowered herself on his shaft. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, and her rigid nipples pressed into the firm muscle of his pectorals. Courtney rode him slowly at first, enjoying the control she still had but really enjoying the level of intimacy the position afforded. She gazed right into his eyes and felt him holding her supportively. 

Courtney's sweaty forehead pressed against his as she rode him, her hot breath tickling Rob's lips. She lowered herself down when she tired, and Rob's hands slid along her stocking clad legs. His mouth went to the hot flesh of her neck, and he kissed her. 

"You're so hot," Rob told her softly in her ear. 

Courtney giggled quietly. "You liked the dance?" she asked. 

"It was amazing," he told her. 

Music still played in the background, but it was far from both their minds. 

"I like this," she told him. 

Rob arched his eyebrows at her. "What, sex?" 

Courtney swatted him on the shoulder playfully. "No, living with you." 

"It's been a total of twelve hours," Rob said. 

Courtney kissed him. "And I've liked all of it so far." 

"Hmm..." Rob said thoughtfully. "You do know that you're not going to get naps every day, right?" he asked. 

Courtney swatted him once more and Rob laughed. She began to ride him again, this time a little more quickly. If she tilted her pelvis just right she could get very good G-spot stimulation and it was not long before she was building towards another climax. The strain on her calves was eased by Rob's supporting hands, however it was not totally alleviated and eventually she grew tired. Courtney lowered herself back down on him, and he dipped her backwards until she was lying flat against the bed. 

Courtney's knees remained bent and her feet were outside of Rob's hips as she laid back lazily on the bed. Rob began to rock back and forth and Courtney hummed at the sensations. His cock was bent down against its usual trajectory, which forced it up against the roof of her canal. This meant that the rocking motions, while easy to maintain, were stimulating her G-spot brilliantly. Rob reached forward and ran his hands along her stomach. 

Courtney feet slid under the pillows Rob was leaning back against, and her hands gripped the sheets on either side of her as she looked up at him. Rob rocked against her and brought his hands up to her breasts. Courtney hummed and pushed back against his short thrusts forward. Rob squeezed her breasts and looked down at the action at center stage. Courtney's hand came up and she brought it to her clit as her building orgasm drew nearer. 

Rob's thumbs circled her nipples before he used them in conjunction with his forefinger to trap the turgid points. Courtney moaned as he squeezed down on her nipples and tugged on them firmly. Little surges of pleasure ran through her, and her hand at her clit became a blur. Her fist balled up around the bed sheet and Rob became still as she began to push herself frantically against him. Rob watched her abdomen twist and writhe as she gyrated against his cock, and saw as she braced herself. 

Courtney's spine curled and a high sound of intense pleasure left her as she came. Her hips bucked up against him and her hand continued to move along her clit. The tension inside her snapped and the retort reverberated throughout her body. Rob watched her jaw clench and her brow knit as she was overcome by an indescribable amount of pleasure, and felt the convulsions of her pussy around him. It provided him with a much needed break. The pace had been slow so far, but it was intense. 

When she came down from her peak she grabbed his hands and she pulled herself back up into her squatting position from earlier. She kissed him hungrily and the two of them rocked against each other. Rob shifted with her above him, turning sideways so he could lay back without the pillows getting in the way. Courtney went down onto her knees and stretched out over top of him. They kissed while she lay on top of him, her full, round breasts squashed into his chest. 

Courtney pulled back and began to ride him once more. Rob's hands slid up over her stomach and over her bouncing breasts. Her back was straight as she rode him, her hands pressed against his lower abdomen. The pressure at the base of Rob's shaft was becoming unbearable, but being on his back always seemed to help him last longer. Courtney rode him for a long time, her legs aching and more orgasms wracking her body. 

Rob was still on his back. Courtney had turned around and he had a wonderful view of her ass as she pushed herself back against his cock. She had her hands on his knees, and he had his hands on her waist. Rob watched his shaft disappear and reappear from between her pussy lips, and was transfixed by the sight for a long time. Eventually the need to cum overwhelmed him, and he pulled her back against him. Her back pressed against his chest and he rolled so that they were on their sides. 

Rob's hand slid between her knees and gripped her top leg. He drew it up and straddled her lower leg, shifting into a half-kneeling position. Rob began to buck into her, penetrating deep and thrusting hard. Courtney turned and reached up for his head. She drew his mouth down to hers and they moaned against each other's lips. Rob pulled back and held himself up with his arms as he thrust into her powerfully. 

Courtney could feel the urgency in his motions and knew he needed release. She reached behind him blindly, and felt his clenching buttocks as he drove forward into her. Her finger stroked his perineum as her hand came down to fondle his testicles. Courtney felt Rob's hips lurch and a groan escaped him. His testicles drew up against his body and he thrust spastically into her as he began to spill his seed into her eagerly awaiting pussy. 

Rob's hold on her leg became iron as he flooded her channel with cum. His manhood twitched inside of her violently and hot jets of his semen were expelled into her. Courtney listened to his shaky breathing, and felt him trembling against her as his orgasm ran through him. Then he relaxed. Courtney often felt like men were shortchanged when it came to their orgasms, but then remembered that women got periods and gave birth which dimmed that sympathy quite a lot. 

Rob breathed heavily behind her as they fell into a simple spoon. He kissed the back of her neck and ran his hand along her side. His other hand went through her hair and massaged her scalp tenderly. 

"I love you," he murmured to her softly. 

Courtney hummed contentedly. "I love you too." 

She pushed back against him and snuggled in close. 

"You know," Rob said. "We should have a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the move and whatever." 

Courtney nodded. "Okay. We don't have the space for anything big though," she said. 

"How about we invite Richard," Rob said. "He's been asking about Karen again. I think he'd like to see her." 

Courtney nodded, unsure. "I guess that would be okay. We should invite other people too, to make sure they doesn't feel pressured or whatever with just couples." 

"How about Mitch and Kevin?" Rob suggested. "I doubt they have anything planned." 

Courtney had met both of them before and liked them, but she knew what Rob meant by the likelihood of them having plans. 

"Alright," she said. "I'll invite Carrie and Lindsey," she said. "It'll even out the numbers." 

Carrie and Lindsey were friends from high school. Both had gone to colleges out of state, but Courtney still stayed in contact with them. Wayne and Amy were added to the list, as were Brianna and Jane, though Rob wondered if they would be able to get those two out of the bedroom long enough to take note of the new year. Brianna had insisted once again on going to get Jane from New York for Christmas break, and begged with her parents to let her 'friend' stay for Christmas. 

From what Jane had told Rob there had been a minor kerfuffle when it was revealed that she was in fact more than Brianna's 'friend', but Brianna's parents were so overjoyed about meeting their daughter's girlfriend that any displeasure at being lied to by their daughter was soon done away with, at least for the time Jane was staying with them. Rob could just imagine what Christmas dinner had been like. Though, it could not have been more awkward than the meal at his Aunt Deb's house. 

There seemed to be a new dynamic amongst the family. There were two groups: those who condemned Rob's father, and those who disapproved of Rob's actions. The latter group was populated solely by those from his father's side of the family, but did not include Rob's Uncle Don who was his father's older brother. This confused the waters somewhat, and Rob noticed that there were two factions forming among the Kavanaghs: one who supported his father Harvey, and the other who supported his Uncle Don. 

The two brothers had never gotten along particularly well. Don had long been the black sheep of his family, and was considered something of an eccentric. He had refused to conform to the lifestyle typically associated to a man of his wealth and status. However, he was highly respected by the rest of his family. He could be difficult to get along with at times. Rob thought he was something of a genius. When asked Don explained vaguely that he invested in ventures he felt deserved financing. These came in many fields, and he was required to understand a wide variety of industries to be effective at what he did. 

Richard, Rob's cousin and Don's son, was meant to take over his father's investment firm at some point. First he was expected to get an education, go out on his own for a while, and then work under his father. This made Rob's refusal to follow his father's footsteps all the more difficult for his father to swallow. He was not following the plan. He was ruining tradition. What bit the most was when his Uncle Don had insisted on flaunting Rob's achievement with the app in front of everyone, effectively and unsubtly showing his father how wrong he had been. 

Rob was unsure if his Aunt Deb was behind all this. Up until now his Uncle had remained largely uninvolved in family politics. It felt like she had decided that he and Jane needed protection, and that she and her husband were the ones to do it. Rob had originally resented her manner of thinking, but appreciated having his aunt and uncle's support. His mother had become essentially delusional, and seemed to convince herself Rob and Jane had simply decided it was time to move on and forgot all the unpleasantness that had led to that decision. Still, Rob felt sympathy for her more than anger. 

"Do you think we could go get Winston tomorrow?" Courtney asked. 

Rob blinked as he was broken out of his thoughts. 

"Yeah," he replied. "Sure." 

Courtney rolled over and faced him. She reached forward and pressed her hand against his face. 

"You alright?" she asked him. 

"Yeah," Rob replied with a smile. "I'm good." 

He leaned forward and kissed her, and they pressed on with their plan for their first night alone. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 13



Brianna arched an eyebrow at her. 

"I was happy to do it," Jane hurriedly added. "I didn't even think about it," she said. "I didn't want anyone else. But you get what I mean, right? People make big changes, and develop weird arrangements because of love. I've seen all kinds: swingers, trios, polyamorus, friends with benefits, whatever you can think of. Some arrangements are more stable than others, admittedly, but that does not make them any less valid." 

Brianna nodded, and Jane squeezed her arm around her. 

"You know..." she said in a playful tone, "between the two of us we could probably pull Karen into bed," she told her. "I think I could live with a three way, but just once though. I don't like to share." 

Brianna looked at her horrified and Jane laughed. The blonde realized that the other girl had been joking, and joined her in her laughter. 

"You need to stop worrying yourself about them," Jane advised her after their laughter had died down. "They'll figure out whatever it is that's going on between them. My advice is to not pick sides if there are fights, but always be there if they need you. You can't be telling other people how to manage their relationships." 

Brianna nodded. "Okay," she said. 

She felt a bit better now, though she still wanted to save Courtney, Karen, and Rob from what they were doing to themselves. Though, as Jane said it was not her place to dictate how they conducted their relationship. Still, the impulse was very much there. She realized, however, that if she attempted to do anything she would likely just be met with hostility and defensiveness. 

"Should we go shopping now?" Brianna asked her. She wanted to distract herself from what had been worrying her since Halloween. 

"Alright," Jane said. She was reluctant to go, but they had been putting it off since Rob had invited them to the party he and Courtney were hosting. It was not that she was not looking forward to the party, it was that she was embarrassed. She waitressed in New York and took whatever acting jobs came her way. These included commercials and plays, and paid reasonably well. However she had had to use a lot more money than she told Rob. She hated being dependent on her brother, it just confirmed a big part of her father's criticism of her career path. 

Going shopping, which she had once enjoyed, would force her to spend money that was not hers, and despite her brother's genuine generosity and lack of judgement she still felt she as accepting charity which wounded her pride. As Brianna got out of bed, and Jane watched her search for an outfit, she realized how naïve she had been. For all of her life money had never been a concern. It was just something she asked for, and, as long as her spending habits were not too egregious, received. 

Jane had always thought she was better than that. She had believed that she was aware of the difficulties others had. She had had herself convinced that she understood the feelings of someone who had to make genuine sacrifices. But she had been wrong. It had all been things she had read in books, seen acted out, and created with her imagination. True empathy only really worked if you had something comparable to inform it. Context, Jane had discovered, was key. 

"Are you taking a nap, or are we getting ready?" Brianna asked. 

Jane blinked, and her head cleared. "Sorry," she said. "Daydreaming." 

Brianna smirked. "We'll have time later," she assured her. 

Jane smiled as though Brianna had read her mind. "Sorry," she said. "It's just... I look at you and think 'How did I get so lucky?'" 

Brianna smiled blushingly and left the room to go brush her teeth. Jane laid back in bed and sighed. She rested her hands over her eyes. When you open your eyes again, you will be happy, cheerful, and fun, she told herself. Jane pulled her hands away and her eyes open. She forced a smile on her lips and got ready. As they shopped, and she spent with time with Brianna it became easier to be fun. When Brianna told her she looked beautiful when she tried on a deep purple dress she was cheerful. And when she kissed her when they decided to goof around in the photo booth she was no longer just pretending to be happy. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 13



"Karen!" he said warmly. "Lovely to see you again." 

He did not lean in to kiss her cheek in greeting as he had Courtney's and Brianna's when he had first arrived. Instead he shook her hand, and clasped hers with both of his to make the gesture warmer and less formal. 

"You look simply divine," he said with a charming smile. 

Kevin was attractive in a different way to Rob or Wayne. He had a trim figure, lanky even, and not particularly tall. However, he had a head of neatly groomed dark brown hair and grey eyes which were quite alluring. His accent did not hurt either. 

"And who is this image of otherworldly elegance?" he asked as he turned his attention to Rachel. His words may have sounded sarcastic if it were not for the sincerity of his tone, and the evenness of his delivery. 

"This is Rachel," Karen replied. 

"Lovely to meet you Rachel, I am Kevin Moncrieff," he said as he offered his hand. 

"Nice to meet you," Rachel replied. 

They shook hands, and Karen could see that the two were quite taken by each other. She served as a facilitator for conversation for a while, and then quietly excused herself to allow the two of them to talk on their own. She had grown tired of holding Winston in her arms, and had put him down. Karen saw that he had stationed himself by the refreshment table, and was begging treats from anyone who went to get a snack or a drink. 

Winston was, from his perspective, tragically relocated to Courtney's workroom once the party started winding up. Karen nursed a wine cooler as she greeted those who came to talk to her, but generally stood outside the party's center. That was, until, Richard arrived. There was a commotion at the door, which drew eyes. Rob and Richard were doing their usual greeting of punches and shoves before Rob led him into the apartment and introduced him to the other guests. 

Karen watched the two of them. Like Rob, Richard quickly charmed the guests he did not already know. Wayne let out a bellowing laugh at something Richard said and slapped him on the back with enough force that a less sturdy man would have been knocked forward. Karen began to feel awkward. She still felt bad about what had happened on the Fourth of July. She felt like she had led him on, like she had sent signals she had not meant to. 

Karen remained on the fringes of the party, until Richard inevitably came to stand beside her. 

"So," he began, "good Christmas?" he asked. 

"Yes," Karen replied. "How about yours?" she asked politely. 

Richard shrugged. "I guess I was a good boy. Santa brought me everything I could have wanted." 

"Lucky," Karen replied. She took a sip of her drink. 

"Yeah," Richard replied. "If he'd seen me at Oktoberfest he might not have been so generous. Got shit-faced and ran naked through the quad." 

Karen choked on her drink as she was swallowing it and began to cough as she laughed. Richard normal was a lot like drunk Rob. Crass, charming, and cheeky. She could just imagine what alcohol did to him. 

"Let's hope you don't get shit-faced again," Karen said after she'd recovered. "I don't think anyone wants to see you run naked through the apartment." 

"I think they'd be alright with it if you joined me," he replied. 

Karen coughed again and turned slightly pink. "That's not going to happen," she said. 

"Shame," Richard said regretfully. "It'd be fun embarrassing Rob like that." 

"You'd only embarrass yourself," Karen replied. 

"Ouch," Richard replied, holding his hand over his heart. "And here I thought you were an angel who fell out of heaven." 

Karen rolled her eyes. She liked talking to Richard. He somehow managed to talk to her as though he were unaware of what she had gone through, but sidestepped sensitive topics without drawing notice to them. He was also a very good conversationalist, the angel line would have easily flopped with Karen had it not been for his perfect delivery. 

"My wings were clipped," she told him. "I'm a demon now." 

"The fun kind?" Richard asked flirtatiously. 

Karen blushed and looked away. Richard deftly changed the subject. 

"Rob and Courtney are sure moving quick," he said. "Nona's all worked up about it. Keeps getting confused and telling the nurses her grandson's engaged. Meeting Brianna's got her off his back about living with Courtney without being married though. Now she's bugging Jane about getting married and adopting kids." 

Karen grinned. "She's a sweet lady." 

"Eh," Richard made a noise of uncertainty. "She's got a bit of devil in her too." 

"Oh come on," Karen said. "She's the cutest old lady I've ever met." 

"That's 'cause she liked you," Richard explained. "Apparently when she was younger she was one hell of a lady. She got involved in the women's rights movement during the sixties," he explained. "A bit of a hippy from what I understand." 

Karen had a hard time imagining the matriarch as anything but the regal elderly woman she now was. Richard told Karen stories of his grandmother, some from his own memory and others from what he had been told. He had Karen laughing about a certain argument that she had had with her grandfather that ended with her using the vacuum cleaner on his penis. 

"Apparently she said, 'That's the only thing you're gonna get sucking that from now on,'" he concluded, imitating his grandmother's accent flawlessly. 

Karen was in tears from laughing so hard, and her ribs ached. Rob and Courtney arrived while Karen was still laughing. 

"Well," Rob said. "You two seem to be having a good time over here." 

Courtney elbowed Rob in the ribs to signal him to not tease. 

"I'm telling her more about Nona," Richard replied. "It's nice to talk to someone who doesn't already know all my stories." 

"Which one did you tell her?" Rob asked. 

"The one about the vacuum cleaner," Richard replied. 

Rob laughed. "That's a good one. Did you tell her about the time she chained herself to the wrong set of doors at town hall?" 

"Rob!" he complained. "Don't ruin the ending. Jeez Courtney, what do you see in him?" 

Courtney hugged Rob's arm. "Potential," she replied. "Lots and lots of potential." 

The four of them laughed and the two left Richard and Karen alone. Richard and Karen continued to talk, and the hours seemed to flow by. Amy and Wayne turned up the music to dance, finally making use of the area Rob and Courtney had set aside. The host couple joined in the dancing, as did Jane and Brianna. It was getting close to midnight and couples were starting to assemble. 

Rachel stood with Kevin in the dining room, leaned against the wall while they talked. Like her, he did not drink, and so he remained consistently polite and pleasant. She asked him about his time in England, and he described a childhood that she thought seemed rather lonely. He had been sent away to boarding school at a rather young age, and had only lived with his parents on holidays and during the summer. 

"Why are you here then?" Rachel asked. She realized after she had said it that it was a rather blunt, and potentially rude question. Kevin, however, did not seem to mind. 

"Well," he began, "my father made some risky investments which resulted in ruinous effects for him and my family when the stock market collapsed a few years ago," Kevin explained. "He died shortly after that, which left my mother and I in dire straits financially. My mother is American and she has her family here, and so we packed up and moved. I have dual citizenship, which has made things easier." 

"Oh," Rachel said quietly. "I'm sorry about your father. How did he die?" 

Again, Rachel realized that that was a stupid question the moment she had said it. She was a terrible conversationalist, she realized. She was nervous, which did not help matters. She liked him and wanted to know more about him, and so was being obtrusive where she meant to be simply curious. Again, however, Kevin did not seem to mind her tactless questioning. 

"He committed suicide," Kevin replied. He said it in a completely even tone, almost devoid of all emotion, but Rachel could hear the strain in his voice. She reached forward and rested her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. 

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have..." 

Kevin shook his head and smiled. "Not at all," he said. "It is something that happened, you asking about it does not make it any worse I assure you. Now," he asked to change topic, "would you care to join me out on the balcony? I expect we should be seeing some fireworks in a moment." 

Rachel's nervousness was renewed; he was asking her to bring in the New Year with him. "I'd like that," she said. 

They walked outside, and as they went Rachel spotted Karen speaking to Rob's very attractive cousin Richard. He had her laughing, and Rachel was pleased. They had both found nice, cute boys to bring the New Year in with: she with her English gentlemen, and Karen with her roguish South Ender. When they got outside, Kevin removed his jacket and wrapped it around Rachel to keep her warm as they waited for the clocks to strike midnight. 

Karen began to feel the pressure to act like she normally would have if she had had a cute and nice guy talking to her for so long on a romantic night like tonight. 

But it was not that easy. 

Karen found that as soon as she had become aware of the dynamic taking shape she had difficulty staying engaged in conversation with Richard. She suddenly wished she was not talking to him, or that she was just not there. The apartment felt small, as though there were no place to go. When Richard asked her to dance she took the opportunity gratefully, hoping that it would stop the rising unease inside of her. 

Pop music was playing, a departure from Courtney's usual taste in music but intended for all in attendance to enjoy. It was easy to dance to and Richard wisely chose not to touch Karen. They were dancing together, but they did not touch each other. It was the first sign he had made that he was treating her any differently than any other girl. Karen appreciated it however. They moved in front of each other, shifting their weight from one foot to the other and swinging their arms to the beat. 

Karen's eyes looked into Richard's, and she felt herself growing calmer as they danced. She even began to have a bit of fun. Richard could dance quite well, but he goofed around for her benefit. Karen laughed after he performed a particularly ludicrous series of arm movements, and he flashed her one of the most charming smiles she had ever seen. Only one guy had ever made her heart skip a beat with a smile before, and he was currently dancing with her best friend. 

Karen felt flustered for a moment and the last song before the countdown to midnight began. Night and Day, as sung by Ella Fitzgerald. That had to be Rob's choice. 

"'Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom'," the impeccable Fitzgerald began to sing. 

Richard held out his hand and Karen simply took it. She remembered last year at New Year's. She remembered pushing Rob and Courtney together, and had seen the beautiful results. Were Courtney and Rob now repaying the favor? Is this what they had wanted to happen? Karen took his hand before she realized what she was doing, and he smiled at her reassuringly as they began to move to the music. 

"'So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you,'" the song continued, and then the brass came in and the sound swelled. "'Night and day...'" 

Karen and Richard swung back and forth together to the beat of the music. Both of them were dancers so they put a bit more flare than the other couples did into their dancing. Richard led Karen through a spin, which she managed to execute in her heels without collapsing to the ground. Her heart was racing and she tried to ignore the romanticism of the lyrics, a prospect made hard by the clear diction and flawless delivery that had made Ella Fitzgerald such a legend. 

"'Night and day, day and night, why is it so / That this longing for you follows wherever I go?'" 

Karen felt herself blushing almost constantly, but something else was forming inside of her. Richard steered her through the song with gentle motions. His hands held hers, and she felt the warmth of his flesh. She became aware of his scent, and of his breathing. Karen began to feel dizzy and was dancing on autopilot as the song reached its end. 

"'Day and night, night and day!'" it concluded. 

Karen felt herself go back into a dip as the trumpets held their final note, and for a terrifying moment the world was a topsy-turvey. She came back up and the music had cut out. 

"10-9-8-7," the crowd assembled chanted. Richard looked into Karen's eyes expectantly. "6-5-4," the countdown continued. Karen's eyes widened and she felt Richard's hand press against the back of her head. "3-2," nearly there. Karen saw Richard's face drawing closer to her, and did the same in response to the press of his hand against the back of her head. "1!" 

Richard's eyes closed and Karen's breath drew in. His head tilted forward and his lips pursed. Midnight struck and Karen wrenched out of his grasp. Richard's eyes opened, confused. Karen stared back at him as they stood surrounded by kissing couples and Auld Lang Syne played off the TV. I'm sorry, she tried to say with that gaze. Tears burned in her eyes, and she stepped away from him. She took another step back, and then another. 

Richard remained rooted to the spot as Karen fled the dance area with tears in her eyes, and disappeared into the guest bedroom. She shut the door behind herself and leaned back against it before she began to cry in earnest. What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling this way? Why was she so terrified? Karen walked unsteadily to the bed and removed her shoes before crawling into the bed and cowering under the covers. 

Rachel's cheeks burned with a flush from the kiss Kevin had applied to the back of her hand as midnight had struck. It was one of the most old-fashioned gestures anyone had ever made towards her, and it had her heart fluttering in her chest. She was terrified of what she was feeling for him at that moment, and he seemed to sense that she was having difficulty. She watched as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, which she still wore. His hand came dangerously close to brushing against her breast as he did so. 

When his hand withdrew he held a cigar in hand, and a golden lighter. It was the sort which Rachel recognized as being refillable. 

"Share a smoke with me?" he asked. 

"A-alright," Rachel stammered. She had never smoked a cigar before. She had had cigarettes but had never really liked the taste. 

"I don't indulge very often anymore," he told her as he prepped and lit her cigar for her. "Only on special occasions with remarkable people," he concluded as he held out the now lit cigar to her. 

Rachel brought it to her lips and breathed in. She immediately coughed, and Kevin laughed. Rachel offered it back to him and he took a drag smoothly. When he offered it back to her she refused. 

"I've had enough," she said. 

Kevin smirked. "Yes," he said. "I suppose it isn't for everyone." 

He brought the cigar back to his lips and drew in the smoke. He looked remarkably handsome at that moment. The cityscape was lit up behind him, and he was looking out ahead of him over the city as bursts of fireworks went up sporadically. Rachel was enchanted by him, and happier with a man than she could have ever remember being. This terrified her, but it also excited her. She wanted to kiss him, but feared what that would bring up and so fought back that impulse. 

Instead she stood with Kevin on the balcony, watching him smoke while pretending she wasn't, and feeling his eyes glance at her admiringly when she looked away. They shared a long, comfortable silence, both enjoying the sight of the city below them and the person in front of them. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 13



"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Rob asked. 

"What do you mean?" Courtney asked. 

"You know what I mean," he said. "You've been acting weird. You said Karen was 'fine' and then we just went ahead." 

Courtney remained silent. 

"What's the matter?" Rob asked. 

"I'm not enough," Courtney said softly. 

"What do you mean?" he asked. 

"For Karen," she said. "I'm all she has. She said it herself, I'm the only one she can stand to be intimate with but I'm not enough. When we were in high school it always was. We always were able to make each other feel better when we had problems with boyfriends or whatever. But now... with this... It's just not enough, and I feel so powerless." 

"It's going to take time Courtney," he told her. 

"I know!" Courtney exclaimed impatiently. "But while we're waiting she's still hurting! They're still hurting her and I can't do anything to stop it!" 

Rob did not say anything, he simply held Courtney as she fought back tears. His hand ran along her brow and down the side of her face before tucking her hair behind her ear. She began to calm down again, and felt bad for getting angry with him. They said no more, and eventually Rob's steady breathing against her back lulled Courtney to sleep. Rob fell asleep as well but woke up a few hours later needing to use the bathroom. 

As he crossed the living room he saw Jane and Brianna cuddled up on the sofa bed. They had decided to stay at the apartment rather than take a taxi back to Brianna's house. Rob went to the bathroom and relieved the pressure in his bladder. He washed his hands and then left the bathroom once more. As he was walking he heard a groan. It was unhappy, and frightened. It was coming from the guestroom. Rob walked to the door and knocked gently. 

"Are you alright Karen?" he asked softly. 

Another dread filled groan was all he got in reply. He entered the room and found Karen tossing and turning in bed. She was murmuring in her sleep. 

"Please," she said. "I'm sorry. Stop... Don't..." 

Karen's eyes flew open and she screamed when she saw Rob. Winston leapt back from her, yelping unhappily. Rob held his hands up. 

"Karen," he said softly. "It's me." 

Karen stared at him, not recognizing him in her state of fear. Her eyes were wide and her face was filled with terror. Rob approached slowly and turned on the bedside lamp to illuminate him more fully. Karen remained petrified by fear and was shaking. 

"Karen it's me, Rob," he said. "You're at my and Courtney's apartment. You're safe." 

Rob kept talking to her consolingly and gradually recognition entered her eyes. 

"Rob?" she said. She blinked through her tears. "What're you..." 

"I heard you," he told her. "I wanted to make sure everything was okay." 

Karen looked ashamed. "Sorry," she said. 

Rob reached forward and pressed a hand against her shoulder. Karen was surprised that the contact did not scare her. 

"You have nothing to apologize for," Rob said. "It was me," he said. "I wanted to have Richard here because I thought he'd be able to treat you properly. I fucked up," he told her. 

Karen could see Rob was angry, and sought to defend Richard. 

"It wasn't his fault, Rob. He was being really great, I just... When the time came I freaked out," she said. "It just comes on. I thought I wanted to kiss him when he tried to, but then something just... surfaced. I don't always know what's going to trigger it. Every time I think I'm getting better I just regress." 

Rob hugged her. "But you are getting better, Karen. Before you wouldn't have been able to even talk to Richard for that length of time, let alone dance with him. Everyone talks about how strong you are. I mean, you've helped Rachel so much and..." 

"But I'm hurting Courtney," Karen said. "They're hurting her too, through me, and there's nothing I can do to make it stop. I wish I could just turn it off, that I could stop caring that it happened, and be happy that they're both where they belong but I just can't." 

"Nobody expects you to," Rob told her. 

"I know," Karen said woefully, "but that just makes it worse. Everyone feels like they have to be so strong around me. The only one who tells me if they're having any kind of trouble is Rachel. Brianna didn't talk to me about Jane. Courtney didn't talk to me about the move. I mean, she does love you Rob but she left the home she grew up in and she barely even talked to me about any of the doubts she must have been having. It's always about me now and it makes me feel so selfish and helpless. I mean, even when we..." Karen hesitated but realized that it was foolish to be shy about it with Rob. "Even when we're intimate it's all about my pleasure." 

It felt really strange to talk to Rob about the physical aspect of her relationship with Courtney, but he seemed unembarrassed by it. 

"I just wish..." she began. 

"You wish everything could just go back to normal," Rob interrupted. "You're tired of pretending everything is okay, but you're also tired of everyone feeling like they're walking on eggshells around you. Every time you think you've got everything worked out something new hits you and suddenly you're scrambling to make sense of it all. It's to the point that you're not even sure what normal is anymore, and you hate them for doing that to you. For taking your world and fucking it up, and you hate yourself for letting them do it even after they should have no power over you." 

Karen looked and him, and realized that he was not just talking about her. Rob looked into her eyes, the normally hazel orbs seemed to be a melancholy brown at the moment. 

"I can't possibly comprehend what you're going through Karen, but I do understand what it's like to have someone you love betray and abuse that trust, and so does Courtney. What happened to you is immeasurably worse than what I experienced, but think about Courtney for a second. She was thirteen when that..." Rob failed to come up with an adequate word for the man who had molested Courtney. "When it happened, she was told to shut up about it. She spent years pretending everything was 'okay', refusing to let people in, and being strong when she didn't feel it. That's why she's making everything about you now. She doesn't need to burden you with her stress when you're going through so much." 

"But it's not a burden Rob," Karen said. "It's a part of being her friend. I can't always rely on her to help me, I have to..." 

"It might seem that way to you Karen," Rob interrupted. "But she's in protect mode. She's angrier than you can imagine but has no outlet for it. The only thing she can do is try to help you heal. You say you want to help her, well I'm telling you the only thing she needs from you right now is to let her help you. That does help her, Karen. Don't keep things from her. Courtney hates bullshit, she needs honesty after all the lying that went on when she was a kid. She doesn't need to talk to you about the stress of work or moving, she has me for that. But she loves you and you're in so much pain. I'm not saying don't help her when you can, but don't push her away either." 

Karen was quiet and tears began to well up. She was still feeling scared. Her heart was pounding from the nightmare she had had, but it was slowing the longer Rob held her. She realized her face was pressed to his bare chest, and she could hear his heart beating steadily inside. Karen pressed into the embrace, and felt her cheeks grow warm. This was not the first time she had felt an attraction towards Rob in recent months, and once again she tried to push it out of her mind. 

"Everything's so fucked up," Karen said miserably. 

"It'll get better," Rob said. "Every day, slowly but surely it will get better. Just don't shut people out." 

Rob squeezed his arms around her and she felt wonderfully protected and safe, safer than she almost ever did these days. It felt so good to be held by him, to hear his voice, and to feel his warmth. He made her feel precious, but not delicate. The embrace did more to calm her than any words ever could. 

"I—" Karen stopped herself. She had been about to say 'I love you'. "I'm tired," she said instead. Confused and perturbed by her impulse to say those words. It was not the sort of 'I love you' that Courtney and Rob would have shared, it was the sort she might have said to Courtney. It was a friendly love, but like with Courtney there was an extra intensity to it. It was confusing because it was too close to a romantic feeling, and it was perturbing for the same reason. 

"Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?" Rob asked her. 

The confused part of Karen wanted to say no, but his embrace felt too good to give up. She nodded and the two arranged themselves beneath the blankets. Rob's hips stayed a good distance away from Karen as they settled into a spooning position. Rob's arm wrapped around her waist and his hand went between hers. 

"Thank you," Karen said softly in the darkness. 

Rob squeezed her hand. "Anytime." 

They were silent for a long time, and Rob thought Karen had fallen asleep before her voice came out in the darkness. 

"Do you remember the storm?" Karen asked. 

"Which storm?" Rob replied. 

"The one the day you and I..." she trailed off. 

"Yeah," Rob said. "I remember." 

"I'm glad that happened," she said. "It may not have ended how I would have liked, but you're here for me now. You're still coming to my rescue. Thank you." 

Rob squeezed her hand again and the two fell quiet. Karen pushed closer to Rob's warmth, and he realized then that she was only wearing panties. Her bare leg brushed against his and pulled back apologetically. Neither made any comment, and both grew still. Slowly the gentle press of Rob's chest against Karen's back lulled her into a deep and dreamless slumber. Rob extricated his hand from between hers and quietly left the room. 

His heart was pounding and guilt was flooding him. Rob entered his and Courtney's bedroom, and he found her sleeping soundly on her back. He got into bed and tried to ignore the erection he had developed. In Karen's efforts to get closer to him she had unintentionally pressed her ass against his groin. It had been gentle and she might have been half-asleep when she had done it, but the press of that feminine swell had stirred something inside of Rob. 

Rob brushed a strand of hair out of Courtney's face. "Courtney," he said softly into her ear. 

His girlfriend moaned unhappily in her sleep and ignored him. Rob slid his hand down the side of her face and kissed her forehead softly. 

"Courtney," he said again, this time a little louder. 

Rob watched as her eye fluttered open tiredly. "What?" she asked sleepily. 

"I..." Rob began. How did he explain this? What did he tell her? 

"What is it Rob?" she asked, her eyes growing concerned as she woke up. 

Rob would not lie to Courtney. He would never betray her trust like that. He had to tell her what had happened. So he did. Point by point. Courtney listened to him in silence and when he got to the erection she smiled. 

"You got hard from Karen?" she asked with a grin and her brow arched in amusement. 

"I'm sorry," he said miserably. "I don't think she meant to do it. But I..." 

"Got hard," Courtney said. 

She was trying not to laugh at Rob's worried face. 

"I'd never..." Rob began emphatically. 

Courtney laughed then, and reached her hand upward to grasp the back of his head. 

"I know Rob," she said. "It's okay. A hot girl's ass pressed against you and you got a stiffy." 

"But she's..." Rob trailed off. 

"What? Not hot? Come on, she's been going to the gym obsessively since November. She's in better shape than I am," Courtney said. 

Rob was silent and Courtney realized that he was actually bothered. 

"What's the matter?" she asked. "I'm not mad," she told him reassuringly. 

"I'm mad at myself," he said. "I feel like she shared these really personal thoughts to me, made herself vulnerable to me, and then I got a hard-on when I was supposed to be comforting her so she could get to sleep." 

Courtney was quiet for a moment. "It's just a physical response Rob, an instinct. She's a young, attractive female and you're a guy. You were in an intimate position, one that your body's used to responding to in a certain way when you're with me, and it did. Relax, alright?" 

She was surprised by how little it bothered her. Normally she was territorial with Rob. She did not mind him having female friends or anything like that, but she did get a touch uneasy when other girls gave him looks that were more than appreciative. Courtney was unable to fully determine the ramifications of this development before Rob drew her attention away from it once more. 

"But what if she'd noticed?" he asked. "I mean, Christ, Richard freaked her out by just trying to kiss her. How do you think she would have reacted if she felt me stabbing her ass with a hard on?" 

Courtney nodded, seeing Rob's point. "But she didn't wake up, and even if she had we don't know how she would have reacted. Things just trigger it. Certain sounds, certain places, and yeah, I guess certain acts. We can't know how she would have reacted." 

"But..." 

"What do you want me to say, Rob?" Courtney asked getting incredulous. "Do you want me to be mad about you getting hard from lying in bed with my friend? Do you want me to be jealous? I'm not. I'm not mad and I'm not jealous, because I trust you and I trust Karen. I know you'd never hurt me. I mean, Jesus, how many guys would wake their girlfriend up to tell them they got hard from another girl? I can't be mad at you for an unintended physical response that happened while comforting my friend who's hurting." 

Rob nodded. 

"Now," Courtney said as she reached forward and grasped the semi-erect organ in his boxers, "let's take care of this." 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 14



Author's Note:

This is the fourteenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind', we're a year in now which is astounding to me. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the other chapters before reading this one. This is the longest chapter so far, and I apologize if the length is a bit much. I needed to get the story to a certain point and the added length was the only way to do that.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapter. There was a great deal more written feedback than I normally receive, which was fantastic. It's great to see that this story and its characters are important to my readers, it makes this series worth writing.

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 14



Courtney's hand squeezed his balls, and her other hand started a fire between her legs as she rubbed herself furiously through her shorts. She moaned and hummed around his shaft pleasurably, enjoying more than just his cock at this point. Courtney's back arched, thrusting her ass backwards and giving Rob a good view of it from his elevated position. As she had planned, her back thong peaked out from the top enticingly. The shorts clung to her ass as greedily as her lips did to the cock between them.

Rob's arm hand moved up and down with Courtney's head, but he let her choose her motions. His other hand gripped the cushion tightly as she drove him to the brink of climax. Normally when she brought him to this plateau of sexual arousal Courtney would use her hand to finish him off, but she decided to play by her own rules and redoubled her mouth's efforts. Rob groaned as her tongue seemed to embrace the head of his cock, and her hand on his balls retreated.

Courtney rose up and gasped for air after holding him in her throat until she had become red in the face.

"Next time I go down hold me there and fuck me until I pinch your leg," she told him.

Rob nodded, unable to speak at this point. Courtney allowed herself to recover her breath for a few moments by nursing the head of his engorged organ. Rob's hand wrapped around her ponytail as she took the plunge and began to buck his hips up against her face once she reached the bottom as she had told him to do. The wet sounds of her gag reflex giving way as she swallowed his cock into her throat joined Rob's moans as he thrust it upward.

Courtney rubbed her pussy furiously through her panties, and her saliva frothed around the union of her lips and his shaft. She pinched down on his leg and he stopped. She came up gasping, strings of pre-cum and saliva bridging the gap between his cockhead and her lips. Courtney gazed at his throbbing turgescence with watery eyes. She fought to catch her breath, and then drew him back into her mouth determinedly.

Rob worked his cock into her mouth again, thrusting up against her, holding her down with his entire length lodged inside her throat. Courtney gazed at Rob goadingly, and he was approaching his end with startling speed. She pinched his leg again and he let her pull back. Courtney did not withdraw completely this time, however. Instead she breathed in deeply through her nose and worked her tongue around his shaft. The sweeping motions of the soft organ made Rob's cock lurch and suddenly his climax was upon him.

"Courtney," he gasped in warning.

Courtney's lips tightened around his crown, and he began to fire into her mouth. He gave her a healthy mouthful before pulling back, his cockhead sliding out from her mouth with an audible 'pop'. His cock twitched and a line of his cum shot out above her head, and she cringed when she realized it must have gone into her hair. She reached up in time to aim the next streamer of cum at her face, and continued stroking him through his orgasm.

Even for Rob it was a lot. The hot, sticky substance clung to her beautiful features and she laughed with surprise and delight as he kept on going. It dripped from her chin onto her shirt, and went over one of her eyes. Rob slumped back on the couch exhausted, and Courtney swallowed down the cum he had unleashed into her mouth.

"Sorry about your hair," Rob panted.

Courtney looked at him from beneath the mess of semen on her face.

"I guess I did say you could cum anywhere," she replied.

Rob reached down and cradled the side of her head fondly. "Yeah, but I know you hate it."

Courtney shrugged. "It'll wash out," she said with a smile. "I'm just happy I got you away from the books for a little bit."

Rob grinned at her. "You really didn't have to work too hard," he said. "You pretty much had me with the strawberries."

"Figures," Courtney said jokingly as she stood. "All you like is my mouth. Sexy legs just don't do it for you."

"Well," Rob replied, "the legs certainly helped. But it is your mouth that lets you sing so pretty."

Courtney seemed to blush. "I'm going to take another shower," she said. "You get back to your books."

"And then you get your spanking," Rob told her. "My count is five.

"Five?!" Courtney exclaimed. "It was three times! Once for your balls and twice on your shaft."

"Ah," Rob said. "But you pinched me twice."

"That doesn't count!" Courtney argued.

"You said no hands, and pinching involves fingers which are attached to what?"

"Hands," Courtney conceded. "Alright, five spanks."

Rob got up to follow Courtney in the direction of the bathroom. When they came upon the kitchen table he gave her ass a squeeze.

"Have a nice shower," he said into her ear before kissing her neck in that spot she liked.

Courtney breathed in excitedly and exhaled shakily as he pulled his hand away from her ass. Rob sat back down at the table and she entered the bathroom. When she finished getting all cleaned up she dried her hair and left the bathroom once more. Rob seemed absorbed in his work, and Courtney figured her spanking could wait until later. She decided to take Winston for a walk; he had been cooped up in the apartment all day.

But first she had to change into something a little less provocative.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 14



Rob thrust frantically, nearing his own climax just as Courtney hit what was to be her final one of the evening. He drove up dramatically as she cried out loudly, lifting his ass from the bed as he began to cum with her on top of him. His hands pulled away from her pussy and clamped down around her hips, holding her against him as he began to spew thick ejaculate deep inside her tightly clenching rectum. Courtney's ass squeezed around him rhythmically, out of synch with the pulse of his spitting organ.

"Fuck!" Rob groaned as he continued to cum. His hold on Courtney remained tight as wad after wad of his semen was spat out from the head of his twitching cock. It poured into her rectum unrestrained, and the sensation of it made Courtney's legs twitch and jolt long after the initial crest of her orgasm. Rob rolled them back over so that she was on her stomach as the final pulses of his manhood pushed out the final spurts of cum into her.

Courtney ground her ass against him, working out the final dregs of his seed, before Rob simply slumped over her.

Courtney giggled. "Holy shit Rob," she said. "How'd you have so much?"

"Exam stress..." Rob replied breathlessly as he withdrew from her and flopped down onto his back.

Courtney reached behind herself and felt her yawning anus closing now that the invading object had been dislodged from it. Semen trailed out from her, and she held it in as they shared their post-coital cuddle. After that Courtney went to clean up. Rob washed up while Courtney dried her hair and performed the rest of her pre-bed ritual. When he came out from the shower she was rubbing Winston's belly while he lay in his dog bed on the floor in the living room.

"Goodnight Winnie," she told him.

Winston curled up tiredly and lapped at Rob's hand as he scratched his ears on his way past. Rob and Courtney went to their bedroom and got settled beneath the covers. Courtney was lying on her stomach, straddling Rob's left leg and resting her head on his bare chest. Rob's hand combed lazily through Courtney's freshly washed hair, and her sweet scent wafted up into his nostrils. They kissed warmly and then Rob resumed his combing of her hair with his fingers, allowing his nails to graze along her scalp gently which sent happy tingles through Courtney.

She suddenly had to tell him.

Her intention had been to do it after he had finished exams, but after such a great day she hoped he would be receptive of what she was about to suggest. She heard Rob's breath growing deeper, and knew that before long he would be asleep. Pressed for time, and unrehearsed, Courtney began to speak.

"Rob?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied tiredly.

"I got a job offer," she told him.

"Oh," he said, his sleepiness clearing. "I didn't know you were looking to work somewhere else."

Grace Plus had been wonderful to her. They had her working on some of their modelling clientele as well as some of their regular customers. She had been building a bit of a clientele of her own, mostly people their own age who she knew from high school that could afford it, and some of Rob's mother's friends who she had recommended see her. Courtney had seen Rob's mother more regularly than he had in the past few months, and still had a good rapport with her.

"I wasn't," Courtney said. "It was just offered."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Ah, a costume designer and makeup artist," she told him. "For a play."

"Cool," Rob replied. "You'd love that."

"Yeah," Courtney said nervously.

Rob looked down at her and saw her hesitating to talk.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Money's not a problem, I've told you that already."

Courtney insisted on paying her half of everything, despite Rob telling her over and over that she did not need to. She was sensitive of the fact that she came from a considerably poorer family than his and wanted to pull her own weight financially.

"It's not money," Courtney said. "It's... Well it'd..."

"Courtney, what is it?" Rob asked, starting to get concerned.

"It's in New York," Courtney said. "Over the summer and into September."

Rob blinked. "Oh."

"It's for that play Jane wrote," Courtney explained hurriedly. "The one about the prince and the priestess that fall in love, it has all sorts of dream sequences and whatever and is pretty demanding on the makeup and costume end. She offered to hire me on as an extra hand so I could see if I like doing that kind of thing."

Rob nodded. He was aware of Jane's play, it was being held by Julliard and the city of New York as a part of a joint arts and culture fair being held in the city.

"So you'd be leaving," Rob said in an unreadable tone. "You'd be living there."

"Just for three months," Courtney said. "I'd be there in June to get the costumes ready and help out with the rest of the pre-production however I can. It starts in August and runs to the end of September."

Four months.

Silence hung between them. They had not even been living together for four months. She would be gone for the equivalent of a semester.

"I reserved our cottage," Rob said thoughtlessly. He had not meant to say it, but it had come blurting out when he forced himself to say something.

"You did?" Courtney asked in a sad voice.

"For the week of the Fourth of July," he said. "I arranged a week off with Dr. Lange before he hired me."

"Oh," she said.

That was unimportant really, the reservation could be cancelled.

"How long have you known about this?" Rob asked.

"Since Jane was here for Spring Break," she replied.

A month?! Rob thought to himself incredulously. How had he not noticed? Surely she had been worrying about this, sitting on it until she had the right opportunity to bring it up. Rob realized that she must have held off because the fighting that had gone on following her bringing up her idea about Karen, and had not wanted to cause any more controversy so soon before exams. That was Courtney, always trying to save others pain by hurting herself.

"I don't have to do it," Courtney said. "It's just something Jane offered and I want to know what you think. I mean, I'm not really sure if now would be the best time."

Rob nodded thoughtfully. The two fell quiet and Rob's hand ceased its motions through her hair. They lay in awkward silence for a long time.

"This doesn't have anything to do with Karen does it?" Rob asked.

"What?" Courtney asked in genuine confusion.

"Like... You're not trying to get out of the picture for a while to encourage us to..."

Courtney felt a flush of frustration, and Rob felt her grow irritable in his embrace. She had been trying her absolute best to not pressure Rob and Karen in any way now that he had assented to her request. She had already asked so much of Rob, she realized that she was asking him to make not only a major change to their relationship but to his own personal code of ethics. He had found some way to reconcile it within himself, but she understood that what she was asking was not going to happen immediately.

"It was just something Jane offered," she said stiffly. Courtney thought she had done a good job of concealing the frustration in her tone, but apparently had not

Rob adjusted his hold on her, and felt the tension in her body. He realized how insensitive he had been. This was something she was doing for herself. Something to better herself and to expand her horizons, but he had reduced it to some sort of punishment to him for failing to do what she wanted him to fast enough. He had made it about himself, which was a mistake he rarely made and regretted falling into the trap of.

"Sorry," he said. "That was a stupid thing to say."

Courtney did not say anything but she relaxed in his arms subtly.

"Do you want to do it?" Rob asked.

"I... I don't know," she replied honestly. "I really don't want to be away from you. We just moved in together. We've just started getting things figured out with Karen. It doesn't seem like the best time for me to be gone."

Rob already knew the answer to his question, however. She would not have brought it up if she did not want to do it. She would have told Jane no right away. He could tell her that he would rather she stay, and she would, happily even. But was that fair? If Courtney wanted to try this, and it could turn into a dream job for her, did he have any right to try to stop her from pursuing it because he did not want to be away from her for four months?

Then again, a lot could change in four months. They had gone from hardly knowing each other to loving each other in less time than that. However, maybe Courtney needed this. She had gone straight from living with her father to living with him. Rob at least had at least had a brief period of independence. Maybe she would like to know that she could do things on her own. She had always been uncomfortable with letting him pay for too much.

More than that, however, by not letting her do this he was potentially killing of a dream for her. She loved costuming and makeup artistry. This could give her a career, something that she could build the rest of her life on.

"If you want to do it," Rob said. "I say do it."

Courtney eyes looked uncertain. "Really?" she asked nervously. Rob could see that she was conflicted. She wanted to go but she also wanted to stay. The prospect of living in New York was incredibly alluring to her, but the comforts of home were difficult to be torn from.

Rob reached forward and swept her hair out of her face. "For sure," he said. "I'm sure Winston can handle being without his 'Mommy' for a few months."

Courtney had tears in her eyes and a beaming smile on her lips. Rob came forward and kissed her. They shared a long, happy kiss as relief flooded Courtney.

"Thank you," she said as she pulled away from the kiss.

"I can't stop you from doing something you'll love," Rob said.

Courtney kissed him again.

"I'll call Jane in the morning," she said excitedly.

"I guess you'll be living with her?" Rob asked.

Courtney nodded. "I think that's the idea. Brianna's spending the summer with her too."

"Geez, Jane's hogging all the pretty girls to herself," he said.

Courtney laughed. "Well, she's leaving Karen. And if she tried to steal Amy I think Wayne would go from Teddy to Grizzly pretty quick."

The two shared a laugh and then fell quiet. Courtney ran her nails along Rob's pectorals gently.

"There's one other thing," she said.

Rob braced himself.

"Karen's been getting a bit... restless at home," she said. "I think she's kind of feeling suffocated by her parents," she explained. "I mean, they're really sweet and supportive and everything, but it sort of... Well, they've always kind of been like that but it's been worse since..." Courtney trailed off. "Well, everything that happened last year. I mean, it makes sense, we've all been really worried about her..." she said.

Courtney was rambling and Rob stopped her. He knew what she was going to say, Karen had already alluded to it to him nearly a month earlier. She needed some space from her parents. She was feeling suffocated by them as of late. They had always been very kind and supportive, but since her rape they had been overcompensating.

Moving in with them made a lot of sense. They lived near enough to her parents that she could walk to see them if she wanted and they would feel comfortable with her proximity, but had the space she needed to live. Karen's inquiry about the feasibility of her moving in with the two of them had been under the assumption that there would be two of them to move in with. She did not yet know about Courtney's planned departure.

"Courtney, just tell me what you're thinking," he said.

"I haven't talked to her about it yet," she said. "I was just throwing it out there. I mean, she practically lives here most weekends anyway. I think we should offer to let Karen move in. There's going to be that empty space, and it'll be easier for us to afford things if we aren't paying full rent on two places. Karen's already here all the time, she'd just be bringing her stuff here."

Usually you're here though, Rob thought to himself.

"Well, if it's the money you're concerned about I could ask Mitch if he wants to move in," Rob said. "He bitches all the time about living at home. Actually, Kevin's been talking about finding a place too. His aunt's house is crowded with his mom, him, his aunt and all of her family all living there. Both of them could use some space. Plus, with the work we're doing it kind of makes sense for us all to be living in close proximity."

Courtney was looking increasingly horrified as Rob kept talking.

"We could put bunk beds in the guestroom," he continued while trying to keep a straight face. "That would make it even cheaper. We'd only be paying a third then." It amused him that she worried about finances so much but had such little money sense, and this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

"Rob..." Courtney began evenly. "I will not live in an apartment with three guys in it. The smell alone would..."

Rob laughed. "I was just fucking with you. Karen can move in if she wants to."

For a second it looked like Courtney was not sure whether to be angry at being messed with or happy to have him agree to what she was suggesting. Somehow she wound up cautious.

"You're sure?" she asked uncertainly. "You don't think it'd be... odd?"

"Of course it will be 'odd'," Rob replied. "You want me to sleep with her and she'll be living here. It's like you're trying to find a surrogate you for while you're away, even though we both know that would be impossible."

Courtney looked away shamefully, and Rob realized there was some truth in what he was saying. He caressed her cheek gently.

"It's okay Courtney," he said. "I get what you're doing. You're just trying to make everything better, and that's a really good thing to try and do."

"I don't seem to be doing a very good job of it," she said. "I nearly destroyed the two of us with how badly I handled asking you about Karen. I should have been more patient. Telling Karen was really an awful thing to do to you. I put you in an impossible position."

Courtney had apologized for these things before, and Rob had been dismissive of those apologies. Neither of them had handled the situation well. He had gotten angry, yelled first, rather than talking it out. He had stubbornly refused to hear any of the arguments she was making, assuming all of them to be irrational. Rob pressed his finger to her chin and drew it up until she was looking into his eyes once more.

"First of all, the position was not impossible. You'd basically dropped it and I had told Karen explicitly that I was not going through with your idea hours before I had changed my mind," Rob said.

"But Karen told me she had asked you if you were worried about losing me if you didn't do what I was asking," Courtney said. "From your perspective I was basically holding our relationship hostage.

"Karen grossly underestimates how much you love me, and you grossly underestimate my opinion of you" Rob said.

Courtney was not sure how to respond to that, and Rob continued before she could speak again.

"Listen, Karen's doing way better than she was, I'm incredibly happy living with you, and you've managed to get a brilliant opportunity to do something I'm sure you're going to love. Courtney, you're doing a very good job of it," he assured her.

Rob kissed her then to reassert his point, and then pulled away.

"Thank you Rob," she said.

"For what?" he asked.

"For..." she searched for words, "for being who you are."

Rob laughed. "They always say to be yourself."

Courtney punched his shoulder. "You know what I meant."

Rob kissed her. "You're right," he replied. "I did."

They kissed again, this time a little heat working its way into it. Courtney was so grateful to him, for being so understanding, for supporting her in this. He had given her everything she could want, but a part of her wanted one more thing.

"Rob..." Courtney asked as they came away from the kiss a little breathless.

"What?" Rob asked.

"Do you think you'll be able to get it up again," she asked. "I'm really feeling hot for you right now."

Rob grinned. "I'm sure I'll manage."





Taken By The Wind Ch. 14



Rob prodded the swollen lips of her sex with his tongue and swept it along the tender inner petals of her sex. The sweet nectar of her pussy trailed onto his tongue as her arousal grew, and her hips rocked in her sleep against his sweeping tongue. Courtney's legs shifted, and her heels pressed against his sides as he lay comfortably between her long limbs. Rob slid his hands up under her t-shirt, and lightly caressed her stomach as he lovingly ran his tongue around the expanse of her vulva.

Rob had carefully drawn her panties down her legs before settling between them. The t-shirt she had put on after her shower to clean up from their nocturnal activities remained. Rob's forearms hiked it up as he slid his hands further up her body. His tongue continued to roam between her legs, occasionally sliding along the insides of her thighs and perineum to collect the stray droplets of her nectar that he missed with his more concentrated motions.

Rob was pretty sure she was awake now, and so got a little more direct in his efforts. His tongue moved further up and pressed into her clit. Courtney's gasp betrayed her wakefulness, as did the way her feet shifted from his sides to rest on top of his lower back. Rob's hands slid over her breasts and Courtney's slid over his head. She drew him more firmly to him as he flicked his tongue across her clit, and closed his lips around the engorged bud before applying steady suction to it.

Rob's mouth pulled away from her clit, and his tongue went back to teasing the entrance of her drooling pussy. His fingers closed around her rigid nipples, and he tweaked them as he slid his slippery organ past her entrance. Courtney gasped softly, and her fingers curled around his dirty-blonde hair. Rob rolled her nipples between his fingers as he swirled his tongue around inside of her. He titled his head forward so that the bridge of his nose pressed against her clit.

Courtney groaned approvingly and began to rock her hips against him. The cartilage of his nose provided a wonderful resistance against her clit, and if he turned his head from side to side she got a new angle to stimulate herself from. Rob squeezed her breasts and teased her clit as he continued to wriggle his tongue inside her pussy. Courtney's hips began to buck up against his face, and Rob stiffened his tongue and held it straight as she thrust up against the penetrating organ.

Courtney's hands tightened involuntarily around Rob's hair, and she felt her body readying itself for her climax. Her muscles tensed, her heart raced, and her breathing was rapid and shallow. Courtney's legs hugged Rob's body tight, sliding further up his back and closing around him as her thrusting hips became more zealous. Courtney's body seized up, and her thighs clamped down around Rob's head, squeezing around him tight as she came.

Rob's tongue was flooded with Courtney's nectar as she came. His face was forced against her as she thrust spastically against his tongue and nose. Her legs shuddered around him, and her pussy was wracked by a series of powerful convulsions. Courtney spine curled, forcing her burgeoning breasts up into his hands. Her body was flooded with pleasure, an exquisite warmth engulfed her, and an overwhelming sense of well-being consumed her.

The spasms running through Courtney's thighs grew weaker, and they released their hold on Rob as the pleasant post-orgasmic exhaustion overcame her. Courtney laid panting on the bed as Rob's tongue slowly swept around the tender folds of her sex one last time before ascending her body. His head appeared from beneath the comforter and he smiled broadly at her.

"Good morning," he said.

Courtney pressed her hand fondly against the side of his face. "God I love you," she said.

Rob laughed as she pulled him down to her and they shared a long, open-mouthed kiss. Courtney giggled as she licked around his lips and along his chin, cleaning her juices from his skin while he playfully tried to push her away. Rob took hold of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He used it to wipe the remainder of her juices and her saliva from his face. Courtney grinned at him sultrily as he tossed the shirt aside and came down to kiss her once more.

It was then that the mood changed. The playfulness left, replaced by a seriousness, almost a solemnness. This was the last time. Apart from a few visits here and there they would not be together again for a long time. They tried to eke out all the intimacy and affection they could from the kiss. Never had they kissed like this, never had they applied such singular focus to the act of pressing their mouths together and sliding their tongues against the other.

Every motion became significant. Every pass of the tongue, every tilt of the head, every gentle press of tooth on lip. All of it was significant because both knew they would soon be without it. They paid particular attention to the other's touch, and tried to take in everything the other was trying to say with every caress. The silent assurances, the unsaid promises, all of the things they could only say through the medium of touch.

Courtney felt the helm of Rob's manhood press against the folds of her sex, and never before had she wanted him inside her so badly. She widened her legs, opening herself to him as he guided the head of his manhood to the entrance of her sex. Courtney and Rob sighed in unison as the glans of his organ entered her. Her legs wrapped around him and squeezed around him. She embraced him with her entire body as his manhood was slowly sheathed in the warmth of her sex.

The muscles inside her rippled as he bottomed out, as though to caress the entire length of his turgescence as it rested inside of her. Rob held her in her favorite way, with one hand pressed against her lower back and the other cradling the back of her head. They continued to kiss, absorbing the intimacy of their positioning. Courtney's legs slid along his back and along his buttocks, holding him to her possessively.

They began to move in unison. Courtney used her legs to pull herself up against Rob as he thrust down into her. Their hips rocked together in gentle motions in between their thrusting motions. Rob's shaft stirred the inside of Courtney's channel, which squeezed tight around his organ as she tensed her internal muscles. She did this rhythmically, and it felt extraordinary. They kissed desperately, their mouths only coming apart briefly for short inhalations, and already they started to miss each other.

They spent a long time like this, both of them growing sweaty, and tiptoeing along the edge of orgasm. This was not about release, this was about intimacy. They had had their release the previous night. They had been depraved and gluttonous. This morning they were affectionate, and loving, and tender. When Courtney climaxed her embrace tightened around him and their mouths parted to set her trembling gasps and shuddering breaths free, and Rob held himself still inside her to savor the sensation of her experiencing that singularly greatest pleasure.

Last night they had been together in every creative way they could think of. They had thrown their bodies at each other. They had clawed, bit, spanked and wrestled their way to many orgasms. Courtney's ass was still sore from the pummelling it had received. Her throat was still raw from her cries, and the scratches along Rob's back were still fresh. It had been the sort of sex that makes one feel the need to take a shower afterwards, like an intense and very pleasurable workout.

This morning was all about gentle caresses, fervent kisses, and soft whispers. The whispers of skin along cotton, and skin along skin. The lovers' whispers and the gentle laughter that follows them. The sun had yet to peak over the horizon when they had started, but by the time Rob's resolve faltered it was shining brightly in the sky. His motions became more laboured and his mouth left hers as he began to thrust more forcefully into her to bring him to the glorious finish.

Things seemed to occur in slow motion. His eyes opened and looked down into hers. Courtney's expression was one of powerful love and fevered desire. She was achingly beautiful with her dark hair fanned out beneath her, the high color of her cheeks and down along her neck to the tops of her breasts, and the gleam in her dark brown eyes. He felt pressure against the back of his head and came down as her eyes slowly shut and her lips pursed.

When their lips met it was like it was the first time they had ever truly kissed. Rob's hips sank into her, and their mouths opened in a harmonized moan of bliss as both achieved orgasm at the same time. Their lips trembled against each other, and they swallowed down each other's moans as ecstasy washed over the two of them. Courtney's arms and legs hugged him tight, and Rob held her in his big, strong arms.

Their hips moved jerkily together as Rob's seed flowed into Courtney. They trembled against each other, a combination of the pleasure they were experiencing and the power of the emotions they were feeling making them unsteady. Their motions became less spasmodic as the sensations of their harmonious orgasm faded. Rob held himself inside Courtney, and held her to him tight as she continued to shake.

Tears leaked out from the corners of her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. She clung to him desperately and moaned shakily. Rob held her, understanding, and comforting her.

"I don't want to go," she sobbed.

"Shh..." Rob said gently. "Yes you do. You know that."

"I don't want to leave you," Courtney gasped between sobs.

Then don't. Rob thought to himself, but that would be cruel and it was not what he really wanted for her.

"You'll be fine, Courtney. You'll have Jane and Brianna looking out for you, and I'm not that far away. We'll talk every day, and you're going to love what you're doing," Rob said.

She could not see, but he had tears in his eyes as well. He rubbed them away hurriedly and drew back so he was looking into her eyes. Courtney looked up at him sorrowfully and apologetically. He wiped her tears away and then kissed her gently.

"Are you okay?" he asked her after the kiss ended.

Courtney nodded. She kissed him again, trying to recapture the moment they had shared when they had reached orgasm together. There were sparks, but not the same kind as what they had shared then. Courtney pulled away and Rob simply held her for a while longer before they disengaged.

The rest of the morning was solemn. They showered separately, and Courtney did a last check to ensure that she had everything she needed packed up. They brought her things down with the elevator, and filled the back of the truck which Rob had borrowed from his parents, or more accurately his mother, who had been delighted to offer it up for their use. They stopped at McDonald's for breakfast, and then drove over to Brianna's house. A rented minivan (an automatic) sat in the driveway. Rob backed in behind it, and the two of them got out.

Brianna came out of the house before they had even gotten out of the truck, and helped them load Courtney's belongings into the back of the van. It was a tight fit getting both Courtney's and Brianna's things inside, but through ingenuity and a bit of hard shoving they managed. With that done there was little else to do but say their goodbyes. Brianna hugged Rob, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I'll take good care of her," she promised.

"I know," Rob said. "Thank you, Brianna."

She nodded and left Rob and Courtney to their parting. Rob took Courtney into his arms and crushed her to his chest.

"I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," she replied.

Their eyes met and there was no doubt in either that those words were true. Courtney stretched up Rob's tall form, and Rob stooped slightly to kiss her. It was a long, wet, and passionate kiss made wetter by Courtney who had started to cry again. Rob ignored the dampness on his own cheeks, and kissed her all the harder. His hand cradled the back of her head, and the other pressed against the small of her back.

Courtney sobbed once, breaking the lip lock, and Rob drew her head to his chest as she forced back any more from bubbling up.

"If you get there and you don't like it, just call," Rob told her. "I'll drop everything and come get you."

"Okay," Courtney's muffled voice replied. She was still crying and that was making it hard for Rob not to cry as well.

The two held each other tight for a long time, until Courtney breathed in shakily and exhaled a little more steadily. She pulled back and wiped the tears out of her eyes and from her cheeks with the sleeve of her shirt. Rob kissed the top of her head, and then her forehead, and then her cheeks, and then her smiling lips as she giggled at his silliness.

"Good?" Rob asked after the kiss ended.

"Yeah," Courtney replied a little uncertainly.

Rob walked her to the passenger side of the van. Brianna was sitting in the driver's seat, dutifully pretending not to have seen anything of their emotional farewell. Her parents had been quite teary this morning as well, particularly her father strangely enough. For Brianna it was different, for her she was going to the one she loved, not leaving them. For her coming back home after the summer was going to be hard. The journey there was nothing but exciting for her.

Brianna watched Rob lean over to whisper something into Courtney's ear which made her smile. They shared another brief kiss and then Courtney opened the door. Brianna rolled down the window as Courtney buckled herself in and got settled.

"Okay, well... Drive safe," Rob said.

Brianna nodded. Rob leaned in through the window and kissed Courtney again. She could see that they were both unhappy with how soon it ended.

"Bye," Courtney said softly.

Rob ran a hand along her cheek and tucked a stray strand of hair over her ear affectionately.

"Not goodbye," he said. "See you later."

Courtney nodded and Rob kissed her shortly one last time before he pulled away. Brianna watched Courtney watch Rob walk to the truck forlornly, and watched her hand ball up around the bottom of her shirt as he got inside as though physically stopping herself from unfastening her seatbelt, climbing out of the van, and chasing after him. Instead, the truck roared to life and after a brief moment pulled out of the drive way and onto the road. Courtney's head turned to watch Rob drive down the road, and sat back against her seat only when he was out of sight.

"What did he whisper to you?" Brianna asked.

A small smile formed on her lips. "He told me that if I really needed him he'd just teleport to me," Courtney replied.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 14



After plating the pasta and spooning the sauce over it, Rob retrieved the garlic bread he had prepared from the oven.

"Karen!" Rob called. "Dinner!"

There was shuffling from behind the bedroom door, and Rob heard boxes being moved. A disheveled Karen appeared. She had changed into shorts to combat the rising heat, however judging by the wet splotches beneath her arms and the line of sweat beneath her breasts Rob was unsure of their effectiveness.

Karen sniffed. "You cooked?" she asked in mild surprise.

"Yeah," Rob said as he went searching for wine glasses. "Grab the wine from the fridge, the red."

He set off towards the balcony and Karen did as he instructed. As she sat down and saw the fancy layout of the dinner she began to feel rather underdressed. Then again Rob was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts so she was not too worried. He poured them both a glass of wine, being able to buy alcohol legally now was a luxury he enjoyed. Rob took his glass and held it up to toast. Karen picked hers up hurriedly in imitation.

"To friends," Rob said, "here and far away."

They clinked glasses and each took a drink.

"This looks great Rob," Karen said.

Rob shrugged. "Well, wanted to give you a bit of a welcome."

This was better. Less awkward, though no less strange. Rob still felt like Courtney should be arriving home from work any minute. Instead she was probably sitting down with Jane, Brianna, and the others for her first dinner in her new home. Karen began to eat and Rob followed suit. The two chatted and drank their wine, but did not get drunk. Rob had to work the next day, and Karen had classes at the university. She was using the summer to make up for the credits she had missed the previous fall.

Eventually they began to talk as friends, and Winston lay peacefully beneath the table as they joked with one another. In all the high emotion of Courtney leaving and the expectation that they now sleep together both had forgotten how much they enjoyed each other's company. They stayed up later than they should have, laughing together and enjoying the cooler air the night brought. Eventually they went back into the apartment, which had now cooled to a more comfortable temperature.

"I get first shower," Karen said as they carried their dishes inside.

"Alright," Rob said. "Go ahead, I'll finish cleaning this all up."

Karen patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks," she said.

That contact made Rob stiffen nervously but it was so quick and causal that he soon relaxed. Karen did not seem to notice his reaction, and went to her room to retrieve her toiletries. Rob watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom, and tried not to be aware of the fact that she was currently stripping out of her sweaty tank top and short shorts. Rob washed the dishes and put them away before deciding to take Winston out for his pre-bedtime pee/walk.

Winston bounded from one patch of grass to another as Rob walked him around the block. He usually took on the duty of the nighttime walk. The neighborhood was not bad per se, but there were some bad characters around and Rob preferred Courtney either be with him or stay in the apartment at night. Actually, what he was doing now was eerily similar to what he and Courtney did, except it was Karen having her shower in preparation to go to bed.

Rob was unsure of whether it bothered him that Karen was already starting to slip into the role Courtney had left, or if it was nice to have that space filled. He finished his circuit of the block, and Winston got his usual biscuit once they entered the apartment. Rob could hear the roar of a hairdryer coming from inside the bathroom, and if he had not known Courtney was gone it could have been her behind that door. After he was sure Winston was settled he sat down in front of the TV.

The sound of the hairdryer ceased and the only sound was the TV show Rob was watching. It was weird, but something felt like it was missing. It took Rob a moment to realize that it was Courtney's singing. She always sang while in the bathroom. Not particularly loud, but loud enough for him to hear. Rob suddenly felt a pang of loneliness, and briefly wondered how he was ever going to be able to handle her absence.

Karen came out from the bathroom, a pink towel wrapped around her body and her clothing wadded up in her hands.

"All yours," she announced.

Rob got up and was hit by her scent as she walked past. A luscious, mouth-watering sent that triggered memories of a night nearly a year and a half earlier, and time spent in the university library in the months leading up to it. He tried to flee it, but was caught in her contrail. Rob went into the bathroom, where the scent was even stronger. He tried to ignore it, and turned on the fan that rattled to try and clear up some of the steam. Rob stripped naked and turned the shower on. He discovered the source of the scent: Karen's nectarine and white ginger scented body wash.

Rob stepped under the spray and soaked down before rubbing his own body wash into his skin. It masked the scent of Karen's and soon his troubled thoughts about her left him, replaced by troubled thoughts about Courtney. She had not called yet. He hoped she had gotten to New York alright. He felt paranoid, and resolved to wait for her call. Rob washed mechanically and dried off with the towel on the rack. He found it wet from Karen's shower before him.

Rob soldiered through the use of the wet towel, wondering how such a small person could get a towel as soaked as it was, and realized it must be the hair that reached the small of her back. Karen's hair had always been long, or at least since Rob had met her it had been anyway, but now it was especially long. It would hold a lot of water. Rob was not sure why he was thinking so much about Karen and her hair, and stopped. Then he realized that he had no reason to feel weird about it, and then still stopped.

Rob left the bathroom and entered the main room of the apartment. Winston was sound asleep in his bed, and Karen looked to be in her bedroom. He went to his and Courtney's bedroom and shut the door behind him. After changing into a clean pair of boxers Rob got into bed. He kept the light on and read for a little while before the sound he had been waiting for finally erupted to his left. Rob grabbed his phone quickly and answered mid-way through the second chime.

"Hello?" he said.

"Rob." It was Courtney's voice.

Rob felt a smile creeping over his features.

"Hey, how was your trip?" he asked.

"Good," she said. "Brianna took a wrong exit ramp at one point so we had to backtrack, which made us a bit late getting in."

Courtney sounded tired.

"Ah, I was starting to wonder. How do you like your place?" he asked.

"It's nice," she said. "Nicer than I thought it'd be. I've got my own room," she said. "Dave and Mark are a couple, and there's three bedrooms, so that's nice."

"Well that's good," Rob said, trying to stay cheery and feeling very unnatural doing it.

"How's Karen settling in?" she asked.

"She seems good," Rob replied. "We had dinner on the balcony, it was hot today."

"Yeah," Courtney said, "it's warm here too."

The rather innocuous subject of the weather might have been rather lackluster a conversation topic, but just hearing the other's voice was a treasure. Rob and Courtney talked for nearly an hour, both reluctant to hang up.

"I love you," Courtney said as their conversation drew to a close.

"I love you too," Rob replied.

There was static on both ends. Courtney giggled.

"You were supposed to hang up!" she scolded.

"So were you," he reminded her.

Courtney made her trademarked sound of playful frustration.

"Goodnight Rob," she said.

"Goodnight Courtney," he said.

Again there was static.

"Seriously?!" Courtney exclaimed.

Rob laughed. "Alright, how about this? I'll think of a number between one and one hundred fifty and you try to guess it. I'll hang up when you get it right."

He could practically here her roll her eyes on the other end of the phone.

"Alright," she said through a smile. "Fourteen."

Their anniversary in February.

"Good guess, but no," he said.

"Twenty-six?" That was her birthday in July.

"Nope," he said.

Courtney guessed dates, all of them wrong.

"Did you even pick a number?" she asked laughingly.

"Yes," he said. "I picked a number. It's the most important number there is."

Courtney began to count up from one, and reached one-hundred and ten before the line went dead.

"Rob?" she said. She pulled the phone away from her ear and realized he had kept his word.

One-hundred and ten. The number of days before they would be reunited, the most important number there was.

Rob returned to his book. It was late and it had been a long day, but he was not yet feeling tired. He heard footsteps in the apartment that originated in Karen's room and made their way to his. There was a soft knock on his door.

"Yep," he said.

Karen opened the door and peaked her head in. Her long black hair was tied back in a messy bun that sent wisps all over the place. She was wearing a very large blue t-shirt and a pair of grey boy shorts.

"I was wondering about tomorrow morning," she said. "What time do you head in?"

"For eight-thirty," Rob replied. "I usually leave at about ten after eight."

"Alright," she said. "Sounds good."

There was a moment of silence between them, and it seemed for a moment Karen wanted to say something more.

"Well," she said. "Goodnight."

"'Night," Rob replied.

Karen started to close the door but the spotted the book he was reading.

"Oh, is that the one I got you at Christmas?" she asked.

It was a copy of Robert A. Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land.

"Yeah," Rob replied. "I started getting into it but then we got into exams and I didn't really get back to it until now."

"Cool," she said. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yeah," Rob said. "It's kind of trippy, but it's interesting."

"Cool, I'm glad you like it," she said. "It's one of my favorites."

There was another moment of silence.

"Well goodnight," she said.

"Goodnight," Rob replied.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 15



Author's Note:

This is the fifteenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the previous chapters before reading this one. As with the previous installment, this is a long chapter.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters, I really appreciate all of the feedback. I am aware of the misgivings some of you have with the direction this story appears to be taking, and all I will say is that I hope that you will read the story to completion before you judge it and have faith in me to give this story a satisfying conclusion.

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 15



As he gazed down at her Karen watched his eyes roam over her body. Both took advantage of the daylight to take stock in a way they had been unable to the previous night. This was the first time either had seen the other fully naked in daylight. Rob watched Karen's chest rise and fall, and her mouth open as her laboured breaths left her. If he turned his eyes to one side or the other he could see her feet pointed, but her toes still straight. He wondered if they would curl when she climaxed.

Karen's hands pressed against Rob's muscular thighs as he used the power of his core and buttocks to drive his shaft into her. She appreciated being able to see his eyes on her and seeing such hunger in them. When she was starting to get close Rob guided her feet to his chest, and they pressed flat against his pectorals as his hands gripped the backs of her thighs. Karen's entrance grew narrower in this position, and the friction was greater for both of them.

Rob tensed his pelvic floor muscles, which caused his shaft to bend upward and push more directly against her G-spot as he penetrated her. He pushed forward, increasing the pressure against that spot even more as her hips tilted backward. Karen's finger nails dug into his thighs, and he watched her eyes grow wide as her orgasm neared. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her head tilted back suddenly. A series of euphoric cries bellowed out from her before she came.

Karen's legs tensed and tried to push him off of her even as her arms were pulling him close desperately. He pressed down more firmly against her thighs, and remained buried to the hilt inside of her as her orgasm crashed over her. Karen's toes did indeed curl as she came. They scrunched up against his pectoral muscles, and her toenails pressed into the firm flesh. Karen looked surprised, as though she had not thought he would be able to do it until he had.

Rob opened her legs back up as she started to come down from her orgasm, and leaned forward over her.

"You're so beautiful when you do that," he told her.

Karen laughed breathlessly. "Good, because I think I'm going to be doing it a lot and I'd hate to look like a dork."

"Wouldn't be the first time," he said.

Karen swatted his arm playfully. "Hey! Be nice, it's my birthday. You have to be nice to me."

"I made you breakfast in bed and just gave you an orgasm, how much nicer can I be?" he asked.

"By doing it again," she replied.

"What? You want more bacon?" he asked.

Karen rolled her eyes. "No smartass, I want to cum again."

It was exhilarating to speak to candidly with him. It had never been this way with Adam. Her pleasure had always been a secondary objective, a happy consequence or perhaps a gift to be granted. With Rob it was a primary objective in the entire enterprise of sex. He was a cooperative lover. Karen felt incredibly happy, and safe, and satisfied in all the ways Courtney had always wished she would. She had tried to bring the change about herself, and had laid the groundwork for it, but Rob had put on the capstone.

"Hmm," Rob said. "What would you say to being turned over?" he asked.

He was making it playful but was genuinely asking. He had no idea what she might be comfortable with and what she might not be. By keeping it fun he hoped to keep her mind as far away from the events that had transpired over ten months previously.

"I'd say hell yes," Karen replied enthusiastically.

Rob laughed at her eagerness, and flipped her over with casual ease. Karen's bum rose up as he slid a pillow under her hips. Rob spent a few moments to just admire the posterior beneath him. Courtney often told him he got 'distracted in the touching', by which she meant he would find a way in which he could manipulate a muscle or a body part with his hands and do it over and over as if hypnotized. She would moan exaggeratedly to snap him out of it, once she had had enough of having a certain body part admired protractedly.

Karen buttocks moved wonderfully beneath his palms, and snapped back into place tightly when he released the pressure he applied to them. Her back was sweaty from lying face up and the stifling heat around them, and a line of perspiration ran down along her spine to the top of her gluteal cleft. Karen hummed as he massaged her buttocks, and the oration urged him to settle in between her parted legs and penetrate her from behind.

Karen groaned as he did so, and he began to move behind her. His hips rebounded off the springy flesh of her ass, and her hips sank into the pillow beneath her in a most satisfying way. His cock's depth of penetration was greater in this position, and he nudged against her cervix at the bottom of every thrust. Karen 'umphed' when the nudge became a knock, and Rob adjusted his position so he did not slide quite so far inside. This change had the happy effect of more directly stimulating her G-spot, which soon had her moaning again.

Rob gripped her hip and started getting a little rough with her. He could not believe how well she was doing. He began to take her like he would Courtney, and her body was soon shaking as another orgasm crashed over her. Karen's ass rose up and she ground against him as she came explosively around his turgid member. Rob's cock was bathed in the nectar of her sex, and her velvet walls caressed his length of his throbbing protuberance.

Rob lowered himself above her and kissed her along the shoulder until he reached the spot he had discovered she liked. She cooed happily, and Rob thoughtlessly ran his hands up the backs of her arms. He gripped her hands and pressed them down against the mattress as he began to take her hard once again. It was one of Courtney's favorite ways to be fucked. She loved to relinquish all control over to him and have him dominate her. Rob held onto Karen's wrists and forced her hands firmly against the mattress.

When she began to shake he though she was climaxing once more and so continued to work his hips in and out of her until she screamed in a way that was in no way pleasurable. Rob recoiled, withdrawing from her and releasing her hands. Karen shook and her eyes were wide and sightless in terror as she gazed at something or someone that was not there. She was having a flashback.

Rob's heart sank and he fell to his knees by the side of the bed. He was eye level to her and looking straight into her face but she did not seem to see him.

"Karen," he said as calmly as he could though hating himself for being so stupid, "it's me. It's Rob. You're safe... Please. It's okay Karen. Karen..."

Rob continued to speak soothingly to her and dared not touch her. Eventually her eyes became focused and she recognized him at last. She reached forward and pulled him to her. Rob got back into bed with her and she hugged him close as she fought to calm herself using all the methods she had learned in therapy. It took a while, but eventually she was calm once more.

"I'm so sorry," Rob said.

Karen smiled at him sadly. "I guess I got a bit ahead of myself," she said.

"No," Rob replied. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that."

"I was into it at first," Karen said. "But then I just..." she trailed off.

"It's not your fault," Rob told her.

"I know," she said, "I just thought that after last night I was... better. Like suddenly everything was just good. I felt like I was normal again."

Rob hugged her tight, preparing for more tears, but she did not cry.

"You're not normal," Rob said. "You're better than normal. You're extraordinary Karen. You're strong, you're brave, and you amazingly beautiful. Stop trying to be normal and just be you."

"But how can I be me if I can't have sex without freaking out?" she asked.

"Well," Rob said. "You were having sex. Right before. What changed? I grabbed you, so we know that's a no go. That's fine, plenty of girls don't like to be held down."

"It wasn't being held down," Karen said. "It was the combination of being held down and not being able to see you. I think if I had been looking at you I would have been fine."

"So eye contact," Rob said. "That's totally manageable. You don't have to give up on sex because you like to look at who you're doing it with. You've got a pretty face, I'm sure guys won't mind looking at it."

Karen smiled demurely and looked away; she still had trouble taking compliments. Rob held her for a long time, and after a while Karen's fear had dissipated entirely. She was calm once more, relaxed and happy to be held like this. He made her feel so completely safe that soon it was hard for her to remember that she had ever been scared.

Rob kissed her forehead. "Why don't we go relax by the beach?" he asked. "It's sweltering in here."

"What about you?" Karen asked.

"What about me?" Rob replied.

"You haven't gotten off yet," she said.

"I'll be okay," he replied.

Karen shook her head. "Nope," she said pushing him over onto his back and crawling over him, "you've got to get off before we go anywhere."

Rob could see this was important to her and realized that it was pride that was motivating her.

"Hmm..." he intoned playfully. "Then what are we going to do?"

Karen smiled. "I've got a few ideas," she said.

Karen kissed his collar bone, and ran her hands along his torso. She felt the definition of his abdomen and slid further down his body as her mouth pressed against his chest. She felt that this was something she could do. It was her acting on him, and not the other way around. As Rob had done to her the previous night, Karen explored every square inch of his torso with her mouth and tongue. She took in his scent, strong now after the exertion of their love making, and tasted the salt of his sweat beneath her tongue.

Rob sighed as her moist lips left cool pools of saliva glistening along his flesh. His erection was quickly restored and pressed up against her stomach as she ventured down his body. Karen's lips reached his hips and she kissed down along his thigh as she settled down on her stomach between his parted legs. Her hands slid down along his flank and then turned inward. One went to his shaft and the other between his legs to cup his balls.

Karen rested her head on his thigh and he watched her sparkling green eyes as she gazed at the manhood looming over her. She stroked him with one hand while she squeezed his testicles. Her touch had a similar quality to that she had used on his torso. It was exploratory and appraising. Karen applied pressure to the underside of his shaft with her thumb, and gauged his reaction. She watched a bead of pre-cum ooze from the slit and run down the side of his smooth shaft.

Karen's hand caressed his cock while her other hand rolled his balls along her fingers. Rob watched her, and she watched his turgid member as the veins along its shaft became more pronounced. Her face drew nearer and her mouth opened as she drew one of his testicles inside. Karen sucked on it gently as she continued to stroke his shaft. Her tongue spread saliva along it and left it gleaming before she pulled away.

Karen's mouth drew in his other testicle as she pulled back his foreskin and ran the pad of her thumb softly against the newly exposed glans. Rob hissed in pleasure and could see Karen's eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiled up at him. Her thumb rubbed against his frenulum, flitting back and forth across it, and spread the glinting tear of pre-cum that his cockhead wept along the first few inches of his shaft.

Karen's tongue slid up from the base and her thumb came away from his cockhead as she drew it into her mouth. Her tongue swept around the bulbous helm and cradled the underside as she sucked him into her mouth. Karen bobbed up and down his length, gradually drawing him further into her mouth, and hitting her stride as she found how much she could take inside. Her fist ran along the remainder of his length, and Rob lay back for one of the longest, wettest blowjobs of his life.

It was surreal to have it be Karen's face between his legs. For so long he had associated Courtney with all things sexual, and having another in the place she usually filled was odd for him. He was quickly adjusting, but he knew that it would be a while before he had completely grown to accept the change. The process was made easier by the pure talent Karen was displaying in the art of fellatio.

Karen played with his cock like it was her new toy, which in a way it was. She sucked, licked, and kissed every square inch of his shaft while her fist steadily moved up and down its length. Karen's other hand massaged his balls, and one finger even ventured downward to press against his perineum. Rob groaned and breathed hotly as she brought him to the brink again and again. Just as he was going to release she would stop all stimulation and squeeze down tight around the base of his shaft. The veins would bulge along it, and a flow of pre-cum would be expelled heralding an ejaculation that did not come.

Rob was in heaven. Insects buzzed loudly outside in the summer heat, and a faint breeze came in through the screen door leading into the main room of the cottage. It was funnelled into the bedroom and provided them with some relief as Karen reacquainted herself to the art of fellatio. Rob wondered who had taught who, Karen or Courtney? His inclination was to think Courtney, but Karen was equally as skilled while retaining her own style.

The next time she brought him to the edge she did not hold him back. Instead she hurled him over it by pumping her fist rapidly along his length. Rob groaned deeply and his hands gripped the bed sheets tight as his began to spew hot semen into Karen's eagerly awaiting mouth. The powerful jets fired into her mouth, and she continued to pump his shaft in long, milking strokes that encouraged even more of his seed to erupt from deep inside his balls. Only when he had been completely drained did Karen let his softened, spent member slide from between her glistening and smiling lips.

"Now," she said. "What was that you were saying about the beach?"





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Karen kissed him warmly. "I like it here," she said, "it makes you all philosophical."

"I find the quiet relaxing," Rob replied.

Karen rolled back over to face the lake. "Then let's be quiet for a while."

Rob wrapped an arm around her and they settled back into a comfortable spoon. They sat in the shade, watching the sun move to kiss the horizon, and enjoyed the breeze coming off the lake while they lay protected from the biting insects.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 15



"That's good Karen," Rob said encouragingly. "You're about halfway there."

"Half?!" Karen asked incredulously.

"Well," he said. "It's only four inches."

"This is the small one?!" Karen asked in the same tone as before.

Despair filled her.

"Don't worry Karen," he said. "If we don't get there tonight there will be other times."

Karen did not want there to be 'other times' she wanted 'this time'. She wanted it today. She inhaled and tried to use the mediation techniques she had learned from one of the books her therapist had given her. She imagined watching her lungs expanding inside of her, and then deflating as she exhaled. The mental image drew her mind away from what was going on behind her, and wavered only slightly as a slight portion more of the toy slid past her flared anus.

Karen repeated the process, but this time instead of thinking of her lungs she thought of a big ball of energy inside of her. It expanded and grew bright, and then dimmed as it grew smaller. More of the toy pushed inside, and now all she had left was the widest part at the base. With deep concentration and a great deal of effort to stay relaxed, Karen's anus yielded to the insistent pressure Rob applied to the base of the toy and it slid into her. Karen's anus tapered as it gripped the slender portion of the toy at the bottom of it, and the base came to a rest against the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh my God," Karen groaned.

It was inside of her. Rob held it against her for a moment before he was satisfied that she did not need it to be pulled out, and he squeezed out more massage oil onto his hands. Karen lay there just feeling the toy stretch her as Rob's oiled hands slid along her back, ass, and legs once more. He gave her a long, meticulous massage to work out all the tension inside of her, and soon she felt totally relaxed with the toy inside of her. A half hour had passed, but Rob decided that she should probably keep it inside of her for a while.

"I'm going to make dinner," he said. "You keep that inside of you for now. Do you want me to get you your book?" he asked.

"You're just going to leave it?" she asked.

"Well yeah," he said. "Your body needs to grow accustomed to having it inside of you before we even think of trying with the next toy."

"But I want your cock," Karen complained.

Rob smiled at her. "You'll get it eventually. For now this little fellow with have to do," he said as he gave the base of the toy a gentle tap.

With that Rob left her and got her the book she was reading before going to make dinner. Every time she shifted she could feel the toy moving inside of her, and it made her gasp. After a while she really got an ache, but not where she expected it. It was between her legs, not between her buttocks. Rob was outside, braving the rain to cook hamburgers on the barbecue. Karen was tempted to rub herself but felt strangely shy about doing so. Rob came inside and she could hear him moving around behind her in the kitchen.

Karen tried to focus on her book, and not on the presence of Rob behind her. She could practically feel him staring at her. With her on her stomach she was sure he was able to see wide black base of the toy nestled up against her tanned buttocks, while its four inch protuberance remained lodged inside her rectum. The sight was sure to arouse him, and she wished he would come over and touch her again. She never realized just how much she liked him touching her until he stopped.

Rob returned outside and Karen exhaled the breath she had been holding for no good reason. The throbbing between her legs continued, and with it the urge to touch herself. Karen gave up on her book and simply lay there absorbing the sensation of the toy pressing against the walls of her rectum. She wished it were bigger, stretching her more, or moving, or doing something more than just holding her wide. It turned her on and annoyed her simultaneously.

Rob returned soaked from outside but with a plate with their grilled hamburger patties. He set the table and went over to Karen. He knelt behind her and tenderly caressed her buttocks before gripping the base of the toy and gently pulling it out from her. Karen groaned as it was released, and felt every inch of PVC that passed through her anus. Rob rested it on the towel beside her, and helped Karen get up.

"Time to eat," he said. "Go wash up and put some clothes on."

Karen did as he said, cleaning up and changing into a pair of gym shorts and a grey tank top. The two ate their meal, and Karen felt strange. Empty. Not in the emotional sense, but physically unfilled. Part of her wanted to wolf down the food and have Rob re-insert the plug inside of her, but another part of her realized that might have seemed a little bit desperate. So she ate, and cursed Rob for chewing so slowly. It was like he knew what she wanted and was intentionally dragging out the meal. With Rob it was entirely possible that that was exactly what he was doing.

Mind games, he played them masterfully.

Karen realized that he probably had to in an effort to keep up with Courtney. He had to be able to stimulate her physically and mentally to keep her interest. She loved her friend dearly, but she could be difficult to get along with if she was bored. Never had she seen someone handle Courtney as well as Rob did, with the exception perhaps of her father. The calming effect Rob had had on Courtney was remarkable, and Karen congratulated herself every day for her exceptional matchmaking.

Now, however, he was making her crazy and she did not know if he was even doing it intentionally.

"So I said to her..." Rob continued as he ate.

He was telling her some story about how he and Richard had gotten into trouble with their Nona once. Karen was hardly listening, all she could think of was the empty feeling, and how all she wanted was for it to be filled again. Rob remained oblivious to this and continued talking, laughing at his own story which cued Karen when she should laugh as well. His foot brushed against her bare leg, and Karen stiffened in her chair. She looked up at him and felt a trail of nectar flow down the inside of her thigh.

"Do you have any good stories about you and Courtney that I don't know?" he asked.

Karen was quiet for a moment. "Well," she said. "Back when we first met we hated each other. She 'stole' the guy I liked to by getting him to go with her to this dance. Turned out he was the only guy she knew in school and he was doing her a favor. Anyway, he tried to get us to be friends but I was really catty towards her. This was before she had become the Courtney we're used to now, and I got away with it. Actually I think I hurt her feelings because she thought I liked her, which I did until she 'stole' the guy."

"So what changed?" he asked.

"Well," she said. "I was on the schools gymnastics team and Courtney was in band."

"Wait, Courtney was a band geek?" Rob asked.

Karen laughed. "Yeah."

Rob smiled, delighted to have been given the ammo for teasing.

"What did she play?" he asked.

"The clarinet," Karen said. "She was awful at it but her Mom couldn't pick her up until later after school and the bus didn't go to her house. Anyway, back to the point. Her Dad was late one night, it was during the whole custody thing with her Mom where he had her some days and not others, and she was waiting outside. Some boys were bugging her and I stopped it."

"How?" he asked.

"I got Wayne," she said.

Rob laughed. "Was he always a giant?" he asked.

Karen nodded. "And he was the guy we both liked."

"Seriously?" Rob said.

Karen grinned. "Yeah, he's a real cutie."

"I guess he could have been in my position if he played his cards right," Rob said thoughtfully.

Karen frowned. "Not likely. He's like a brother to Courtney. Plus, he was meant to be with Amy. I swear if they aren't engaged by the end of next year I'll be shocked."

Rob was quiet for a moment. Going by that timeline he and Courtney should be getting engaged as well. The idea was disconcerting, but in a way what Karen was laying out made sense. By the end of next year he would presumably have graduated and have hopefully found a job. The next logical step then was to get married, and the one after that was to have...

"Jeez," Karen said. "Didn't mean to freak you out like that."

Rob laughed as he realized he must have betrayed his worry on his face.

"Just seems fast," he said.

"Life does that," Karen agreed.

"Sometimes we have to force it to slow down," Rob said pointedly as he bit into his burger and chewed with agonizing slowness.

Karen had already finished eating, and he was still savoring her obvious impatience as he savored the seasoning of the beef patty. The talking came to a stop and Karen gazed at him while he ate. Rob had to fight back the grin that kept threatening to form on his lips, and tried to keep his expression impassive as he watched her shift in the chair in front of him. Courtney did that, she shifted and fidgeted when she wanted something from him but was trying to contain herself.

At this point in their relationship she would have simply got up, grabbed Rob by the arm, and pulled him into the bedroom if he had teased her like this. Karen, however, did not know to do this and simply sat there while he toyed with her. He ate his baked potato and grilled veggies with similar slowness before carefully wiping his mouth with a paper towel folded as a napkin.

"Would you like some ice cream?" he asked Karen.

Karen looked at him as though he were insane and he laughed at her.

"Alright, alright. Go lie back near the fire, I'll be there in a minute," he said as he cleared the dishes from the table.

Karen beamed and went to do as he said. She heard Rob walking behind her, and finally approach her. She looked at him from over her shoulder as he knelt down behind her and unceremoniously began to pull her shorts down. He did this on occasion, and Karen realized that it was to normalize sex and nudity for her. By treating it with the casual attitude he did it made it easier for her to continue pushing her boundaries, and made her feel safe in telling him what she wanted to do and when.

Once he had her shorts off Rob gripped her buttocks and pulled them apart to expose her anus to him. She had cleared away the lube he had applied earlier before sitting down for dinner, so he grabbed the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a line out along the cleft of her ass. Karen gasped quietly at the chill and Rob laughed softly.

"Sorry," he said as he ran his fingers between her buttocks.

"I just wasn't expect—"

Karen's response was cut short by Rob pushing his fingers past her anus. Two slid in with surprising ease now, but she was still tight enough for her to be very much aware of his invading digits and she moaned loudly.

"You've loosened up," Rob told her with affected flatness.

Karen groaned in response as he drew his lubed up fingers in and out of her. His other hand caressed her buttocks and he kissed her exposed shoulder.

"You're worse than Courtney," Karen told him.

Rob laughed. "And here my father thinks she's the bad influence."

The heat of her rectum surrounded his fingers as he carefully drew them in and out of her. Her body was far more accepting of his ministrations now, and even seemed eager to take his fingers inside. He turned his fingers and stretched her the other way. This made Karen groan in pleasure and her body tensed slightly but soon relaxed. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who only six months earlier had been crying in his arms after she had panicked over a kiss.

Rob was incredibly proud of Karen. Her ability to recover from what had happened to her was remarkable, and it amazed him every day how much she pushed herself to not only return to her old self but to exceed her former self expectations. She studied hard, she ate carefully, and she worked out regularly. Not only that, but she had found someone to be a mentor to. Rachel was getting her GED and Karen was tutoring her to get her ready. Karen was bettering her own life and bettering the life of others. More than that she had gained a great deal of self-confidence, and it showed.

"Alright," Rob said. "Time for this fella."

Karen watched as Rob grabbed the mid-sized plug. It looked enormous, but she realized that Rob was substantially larger and decided that she would rather go with the toy for now. Rob squeezed lube out onto the black PVC and spread it around carefully. He shifted so that he was kneeling between her parted legs, and Karen reached behind herself. She pulled her buttocks apart and shut her eyes. Karen breathed in and out slowly to relax. She began tried to use the same meditation trick she had earlier, and found that as he pressed the helm of the toy to her anus she did not tense.

Rob watched Karen's mouth open as he began to apply pressure against her well-lubricated sphincter, and carefully watched for signs that it was too much. Her brow furrowed, and she seemed to groan in silence. He saw her fighting to remain calm, to keep still, and to trust him to know that she was indeed ready for this. Her anus began to yield, and Rob slowly eased the plug past her sphincter. Despite being larger this one was going in more easily, most likely because Karen was doing a very good job of not psyching herself out.

Rob watched her rosebud flare out around the black toy, and she successfully took the first two and a half inches.

"Good Karen," he said soothingly, "you're halfway there."

Karen did not respond. She was totally focused on the sensation of being penetrated and keeping relaxed. It was a slow, careful process that Karen groaned through much of. The toy stretched further and wider than the previous one, and filled her in a way she would not have thought possible. Karen hummed lowly as he came upon the widest portion of the toy near the base. She gasped when she felt her anal ring close around the narrow part at the bottom before it flared into base.

"You got it," Rob told her unnecessarily.

"Oh-my-God," Karen huffed. Her words bled into one another.

"How does it feel?" he asked her.

"Like..." Karen began but she trailed off distractedly before she finished.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No," she replied. It was uncomfortable, but Karen did not want to complain or he might back off. The last thing she wanted now was for him to decide she was not ready for this.

"Good," he said. "So, the rain's showing no sign of stopping. I'm thinking we can watch a movie tonight?"

Karen was not really up for planning. "Alright," she said.

"Cool," he replied. "I'm going to go clean up before we start."

Rob kissed her shoulder gently and then pulled away. He left the cabin and Karen stayed where she was just feeling the way the toy sat inside of her. The way it pushed against the walls of her rectum; the way it just occupied the space inside of her. Karen felt the familiar throb between her legs, and before she realized what she was doing reached beneath herself and between her legs. Her hand went upward and brushed against the plug in her ass as though to verify that it was indeed inside of her.

Without really thinking she pulled her hand away from her ass and down to her pussy. Her fingers slid along the damp lips of her pussy, and her lower lip turned inward as she began to touch herself. She circled her entrance with the end of her middle finger, and dipped it inside. The toy inside her rectum narrowed her channel, and Karen moaned softly as she pushed a second finger inside of herself. The two slender digits slid in and out of her pussy, and the cottage was silent apart from her soft moans and the crackling of the fire beside her.

Karen's other hand went under her and she brought her fingers to her clit. They circled the firm bud and before long a familiar tingling sensation developed inside of her. Karen's breathing quickened, and her nipples grew rigid against the cushioned mat beneath her. There was no fantasy, just the sensation of having the toy filling her motivated her masturbation. It was a powerful motivator, and Karen felt her nectar flowing down her knuckles as she rhythmically worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. She rocked her hips against the penetrating digits and her moans grew in volume.

Then, it hit her. A climax. Karen groaned as she felt her muscles seize up, and her rectal walls squeeze down on the toy inside of her. Her eyes snapped open and her breath came out in ragged pants. It was a quiet climax, but it lasted a long time and left Karen trembling. She drew her fingers out from her pussy and lay breathing heavily as she lay on the mat basking in the glow of the self-given orgasm. The fog she fell into was broken by the crash of the door shutting behind Rob as he entered the cottage.

Karen jumped at the sound, and turned to see that Rob's clothes had been soaked through. His t-shirt clung to his body in a most alluring manner, and Karen felt the familiar tug of attraction towards him. He disappeared into the bedroom and Karen remained on her stomach while she listened to him moving around. His weight caused the floorboards to creak softly as he walked over them and she could hear a zipper being drawn back as he searched for something dry to wear. The sound of him moving around had quickly become a comfort for Karen after moving in with him.

Rob emerged from the bedroom and went to the kitchen.

"Go get dressed and pick out a movie," he told her. "I'll make popcorn."

Karen went to do as he said and before long the two had arranged themselves comfortably on the couch. She had changed into a pair of blue bike shorts and a white t-shirt with the name of their university scrawled over the chest. The TV the cabin was supplied with was an older standard definition model, but it had a DVD player attached to it and the couch was very comfortable. Karen put in The Departed, and returned to the couch where Rob already lay. She turned and laid up against him. He drew a blanket over the two of them to complete the coziness factor, and then hit play.

The large bowl of popcorn rested against Karen's stomach and their hands occasionally bumped against one another when they went to grab a kernel. Karen was hyperaware of these moments of contact because she was hyperaware of everything Rob was doing. His intentions were unclear but the plug was still lodged inside her rectum and she knew that if he had no plans for the rest of the evening he would have pulled it out.

However, as they hit the halfway mark of the movie Karen had become engrossed in it and her awareness had dulled. The bowl of popcorn had been emptied, and placed on the floor in front of the couch to allow for more room. Rob's popcorn grabbing hand rested on Karen's stomach, while the other ran idly through her hair. Karen had seldom felt as content as she did now, and entered a state of deep relaxation that was similar to when she was receiving a massage.

Karen felt his fingers combing through her hair, the nails lightly grazing against her scalp as they went, while his other hand pressed flat against her subtly rising and falling abdomen. The motions were caused by her deep, relaxed breathing. Rhythmic expansions and contractions of her diaphragm as air was drawn in and out. Karen could feel the steady expansions and contractions of Rob's chest against her back while the watched the film and she found them soothing.

Eventually she practically forgot that the plug was even inside of her. She did not change position nor did she feel any desire to. Karen continued to watch the movie engrossed, which allowed Rob to proceed with his long term plan. He began to run his thumb in small circles along her upper abdomen. It would be likely interpreted as an unconscious motion by Karen, but it was designed to get things heated. The way his hand was positioned meant that his thumb neared the swell formed by her breasts in her t-shirt, before fading away momentarily.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 15



Rob breathed in the scent of Karen. She had not bathed since the massage, and still smelt of the wonderful oils he had rubbed into her skin during it. Her hair was similarly lovely, but also housed the scent he most directly associated with her. It was the aroma that she produced herself, not some product that was meant to cover such scents up. Karen felt him breathing against her, and felt her cheeks warm slightly. The warmth spread to her neck when his lips pressed softly against the side of her throat.

Rob's fingers curled and bunched up Karen's t-shirt. His hand slid under the bunched up material once he had pulled it up to just below her navel, and his warm palm pressed flat against Karen's stomach. Karen shifted backward, and her ass pressed into his groin. Her breathing changed subtly, and the warmth that had spread from her cheeks to her neck seemed to bloom between her thighs. It grew to a tingling sensation as Rob's thumb resumed its circular paths along what was now her bare stomach.

Rob shifted behind her, and Karen felt the press of his rising erection against her ass. However, despite this movement he stayed as he was behind her and the two continued watching the film. Karen felt his cock stiffening against her, and became very aware of her own heartbeat. More specifically, the way her rectum seemed to now be throbbing around the plug still housed inside of it. As Rob's manhood grew erect it slid between the groove formed by her firm buttocks, and nudged against the base of the plug through the thin material of her shorts.

Karen had not thought to put on panties; she had been thinking of lounging and found that her bike shorts were most comfortable without anything under them. This was why, when Rob's hand on her stomach finally migrated away from it, he did not find any kind of underwear blocking his access to her pussy. His other hand slid down along the side of her face and below her chin, and her head tilted back as he drew her into an impassioned kiss.

Karen reached behind herself and her hand slid into his hair as she pulled his mouth against hers. She breathed shakily against his lips as his fingers moved in circles over her pubic mound. They toyed with her well-trimmed pubic hair, which made her butt squirm against him. Her squirming led to his cock pushing against the base of the plug inside of her, which in turn caused the toy to shift inside of her. Karen gasped as it moved, and tried to stop her reactionary writhing to no avail.

In fact, her motions became more violent as Rob's hand slid further into her shorts and went over her pussy. Every time they were together it felt new to Karen. Rob's ability to excite her never ceased, and only seemed to grow greater as he better learned her body. His fingers had learned just the right pace to circle her swollen clit, and just what path to take as it did to eke out the greatest amount of excitement from her. He had had her heart racing and her pussy pleading for attention just by resting his hand on her stomach.

Perhaps this was only temporary. Perhaps this feeling of constant desire would dissipate with time. However, from what Karen had seen with him and Courtney it seemed that while the frequency of sex may have slowed somewhat the intensity of it had only grown. Karen could only hope that the same happened between them, but as it was she was finding every moment with him intense and her body yearned more for him with every passing moment.

Rob's fingers pressed against the damp folds of Karen's pussy and then kept them still. His tongue swirled around hers, and his thumb stroked her jaw in a warm gesture of affection while he teased her. He began to rub her pussy, and Karen's ass pushed back against him. She groaned as she felt the plug shift inside her rectum, and their mouths came apart as Rob began to rub her pussy more forcefully. His hand left her chin and went lower to cup her breast through her t-shirt.

Rob's cock grew hard against Karen's ass as she squirmed against him. He could feel the hard base of the toy nestled within the cleft of her ass as his stiffening shaft slid along it. Rob slid a finger into Karen's wet pussy, and swirled it around inside of her. Karen's spine curled in response forcing her chest forward into his hand and her ass back against his crotch. Rob pushed his hips forward against her and ground them against her while she moaned.

Rob slipped a second finger past her opening and pressed the palm of his hand against her clit. The firm nubbin rubbed against his palm, and Karen gasped. Rob's fingers curled and located Karen's G-spot. Karen groaned and he began to rub it rhythmically. His hand squeezed her breast through her top and its erect nipple pressed against his palm through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. Karen's orations of pleasure grew shaky as he pushed his palm more firmly to her clit and her hips began to thrust against it to grind the firm point into his hand.

Karen's lips were torn from Rob's when her hips pushed back against him in her thrusting against his hand and the plug inside her rectum was prodded by his erect member. Rob's mouth went to her neck while hers opened to allow her pleasure filled vocalizations free. The plug still felt big inside of her, but it felt less intrusive and more welcome. Rob's fingers slid out from her pussy to toy with her clit. Karen groaned in response, a sound of frustration and desire, one which he had learned to recognize.

Rob's hand left her clit and slid out from her shorts. A thrill went through Karen when she felt him tugging down on the waistband of her shorts. He pulled them down to her knees and she was able to part her thighs far enough apart to let him penetrate her with his already turgid member. He swallowed her moan as he slid into her by steering her mouth back to his. Karen felt impossibly full, with the plug inside her rectum it felt like her already narrow channel was compressed around Rob's cock.

Karen's thighs closed together, which served to make her opening all the tighter. Rob's hips rocked against her and once again he swallowed the pleasurable orations that tried to escape through her mouth. Rob emitted a masculine growl from the sensations his shaft sliding into her incredibly tight and well-lubricated pussy that sent shivers of excitement through Karen. He kissed her deep and she matched the gesture. Her pussy clung to his shaft as he drew it in and out of her body.

"Does it hurt?" Rob asked breathlessly as he came out from the kiss.

"No," Karen replied in a strained tone.

The nectar of her sex shone on his cock as he looked down to the point of their union. He brought his hand to the back of her upper thigh, and Karen drew her knee upward. Her leg slid free from her shorts, and rose to open her up to him. Rob gripped her from behind the knee, and began to thrust forward into her a little more forcefully. Karen brought the hand she did not have in Rob's hair down to her clit, and rubbed herself while Rob's cock slid in and out of her.

Karen really felt each and every movement of his organ inside of her. His thrusts grew more forceful, and Karen's fingers moved more quickly around her clit in response. Rob's mouth returned to her throat and he felt it vibrate beneath his lips as a steady stream of breathless moans escaped her.

"Cum Karen," he growled into her ear.

Karen had not yet heard that tone from Rob. It was the tone she imagined he used with Courtney, and it was very compelling. Her fingers strummed her clit while his thrusts behind her accelerated. The underside of his shaft scoured the front wall of her pussy and pounded her G-spot. Karen felt the characteristic tension at her center forming. She could hear Rob's labored breaths behind her and knew he was beginning to feel the effects of their lovemaking as well.

The knot of tension within her tightened and tightened until it became so tight that it formed one solid lump inside of her. All of a sudden, that seemingly solid lump fractured and all the stored up energy within her was released in the form of a blissful orgasm. A guttural cry escaped Karen, and Rob's hand went to her chest as her spine curled abruptly. She nearly threw herself off the couch as the spasms overcame her. Her leg trembled in his grasp and did not stop for a long time.

Karen's mind was still foggy from her climax and little tendrils of pleasure continued to tickle the insides of her thighs. She cooperated as she was rolled onto her stomach and sighed deeply as Rob withdrew the plug from her ass. Her right leg hung over the edge of the couch, while her other remained straight and she lay on her stomach. Rob re-entered her but Karen felt less full without the plug. Soon those thoughts were banished from her mind as his hands went over her hips and he began to fuck her once more.

"Oh God," she groaned as he sawed the entirety of his length in and out of her. The head of his cock tickled her cervix at the apex of each thrust. Rob bent over her, one foot planted on the floor and one knee resting on the couch. He bucked his hips into her and Karen gripped the couch cushion tight with both hands as her hyper-sensitive pussy was pummeled by his ardent member. His hands went up to her shoulders and her entire body shook with the force of his thrusts as he pushed towards his end.

Karen groaned and her ass rose upwards as a second climax rippled through her. Rob continued to fuck her even as he felt a discharge of her fluids trailing down along his heavy balls. He was too far gone to stop now and all it took was the spastic squeezing of her pussy to send him over the edge. His thrusts became ragged and Karen groaned when he lunged forwards. His long dick slid deep into her and she felt the first jet of his semen impact her cervix as he began to cum.

Rob groaned lowly as she writhed beneath him and the two shared a moment of orgasmic bliss. His seed flowed deep into her quivering pussy and when it had ebbed Rob slumped over Karen exhaustedly. The two breathed together heavily and Rob pulled himself off of her when he had caught his breath. He looked down at Karen on the couch. Her shorts were tangled around her left leg and her t-shirt was bunched up around her waist.

"We're going to have to rewind the movie," Karen remarked, "I wasn't paying attention."

Rob laughed, and Karen followed him. Their mirth continued for the rest of the evening as the two finished watching the movie, and then went to bed.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 15



Karen inhaled and then slowly let the breath go. Rob applied more pressure and a solid inch of his organ entered her rectum before he was again met by resistance. She was incredibly tight. Tighter than Rob would have thought possible. Tight enough that he began to wonder whether or not they should be attempting this. Karen's breathing was laboured and her hair hung down beneath her like a dark veil. Rob simply ran his hand along her back and kissed along her shoulders until she took another relaxing breath.

Karen groaned as his well-lubricated shaft slid further into her well-lubricated rectum. He felt enormous. It felt like she was going to rip, she was scared and it hurt. But one feeling underlay these things: pleasure. Inch by thick, throbbing inch Karen took him inside. He was gentle but as firm as he needed to be to make it happen. When he was halfway inside he eased back slightly and pushed back forward.

"See," he said. "You're doing it."

Karen was overwhelmed. She was filled with happiness and fresh gratitude. To Courtney for having the strength and love share Rob with her, and for Rob for being the man she needed him to be. She pushed back against him and more of his shaft slid inside. Karen stopped and Rob remained still to allow her to move at her own pace now that they had started. Her hands pressed flat against the wall and her back arched as she pushed her ass towards his groin.

Karen wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but found herself simply breathing fast and pushing back against him. She pushed and pushed and suddenly found that she could push no more. Karen's eyes snapped open and she looked over her shoulder to check.

"It's all in," Rob confirmed with a grin.

Karen smiled breathlessly and Rob leant forward to kiss her. Their lips met briefly before parting again as Rob started to ease out a small portion of his cock. She groaned as he slid that portion back into the searing heat of her ass. The lube was warm from the sauna, as were the two of them. Their skin was flushed and their bodies gleamed with mingled water and perspiration. Rob's hips ground against Karen's ass as he stirred his engorged member inside her rectum.

"How does it feel?" Rob asked.

"Good," Karen panted. It did. It felt really, really good. Painful too, but he did not need to know that.

The living, pulsing thing inside of her pressed out against the walls of her rectum and they moulded to every vein, ridge, and bump that ran along it. Rob held himself deep inside of her. This was as much for her benefit as his. With as tight as she was and as close as he had been it would not take long for him to lose his control. Karen matched his rocking motions with her hips and the two stood there in the sauna shack undulating together with Rob's member throbbing inside her tightly stretched rectum.

"It's weird," Karen breathed. "It's like... It feels good but I don't get why it should."

"When you're impassioned there isn't room for thinking," Rob reminded her. "It just feels good because it does, and that's all that matters."

"Did you have this planned?" she asked him before moaning lowly.

"No," he replied. "I just saw your ass and knew it had to be now."

"And how did you know I was ready?" she asked.

"I didn't," he replied honestly.

That was the end of the talking. Rob's hands went around Karen's hips and he guided her motions as he began to increase the range of his. Her ass was as reluctant to relinquish his member as it had been reluctant to accept it in the first place. Her stretched anus clung to his shaft as it was withdrawn and Rob let go a sigh of pleasure as he sank himself back inside the heat of her ass. Karen moaned softly as he began to gently fuck her in slow, short motions.

One of Rob's hands left her hip and went between her legs. Karen gasped as his fingers brushed against the folds of her sex. They entered a fog of lust as thick as the one of water vapor already surrounding them. Every motion elicited a soft oration of pleasure. Little pronouncements that made their thoughts known about what they were doing, and encouraged them to go just a little further. Rob rolled Karen's clit beneath the pad of his middle finger and set her panting with lust by increasing the length of his stokes.

He was doing it. He was actually fucking her ass. Karen felt strange. Very light in some way. It was like a second, less jolting awakening similar to the one she had had their first night together. Karen had now given Rob something she had never given anyone before. She had proved to herself and to him that she trusted him. More fundamental than that she had proved that she could trust, and grow. This was the capstone to the rebirth Karen had undergone these past few days.

Rob maintained his careful motions with his hips, and swept his finger across the firm nubbin of her clit. He had to stop moving when she cried out and a trembling orgasm overcame her. Karen's nails dug into the wood boards that made up the wall in front of her, and her rectum constricted around his throbbing member, immobilizing it. Karen's legs shook and her knees wobbled as she remained bent forward at the waist.

Karen's back curled and she ground her round ass against him roughly in an effort to prolong the exquisite release he had just brought her. When it was over she relaxed around him and he began to move again. It was easier now. Her body seemed to have grown accustomed to the presence of him inside this orifice. Rob used this newfound freedom to increase the pace and length of his thrusts. He was still going slowly but the incredible tightness of her rectum imbued each stroke with an incredible amount of friction which made going slow hard for Rob.

Karen heard Rob's breathing beginning to grow laborious and felt the increased urgency he put behind his motions. His hand pressed flat against the wall to the right of her head and he hunched over her as he began to thrust into her with greater force. The slippery walls of her rectum squeezed tight around him, but he was able to move with relative ease. The teasing of her clit resumed and Karen realized Rob wanted her to achieve orgasm one more time before he allowed himself to.

The soft slaps of his hips against her rounded buttocks accompanied the chorus of heavy breathing and orations of pleasure. With every thrust and swipe of his finger Rob was pushing Karen closer to climax. His fingers moved rapidly between her legs and a trail of her juices flowed down the inside of her thigh as she neared orgasm. Rob slid his fingers lower and pushed two up inside of her pussy. Karen groaned as they probed deep and curled inward in search of her G-spot.

"Rob!" she cried once he found it and began to massage it. Karen reeled forward involuntarily in an attempt to push her sex against his hand. She nearly dislodged his glistening organ before Rob followed her hurriedly. Rob's fingers worked frantically inside her pussy and his shaft continued to glide in and out of her tightly stretched rectum. A series of short, gasping moans escaped Karen before she held onto a long, high one that announced the arrival of her orgasm.

"Fuck!" she cried.

Rob wrenched free from her constricting rectum, and grabbed his naked cock. He stroked it and Karen felt hot ropes of his seed erupting out onto her lower back and the top of her buttocks. Karen's orgasm rippled through her as Rob continued to empty his load onto her flushed skin. When he was done the white streaks crisscrossed the tanned expanse of her back, buttocks and the backs of her thighs. He stood panting behind Karen with his hand still braced to the side of her head.

"Well..." he asked breathlessly. "What'd you think?"

Karen laughed, and a moment later he did as well.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 15



They were in a middle of a heat wave, which explained the scarcity of clothing covering her body. A simple white tank top and a pair of black thong style panties. She lay on her stomach as she read from a book while scribbling into a notebook. With her legs bent back and one foot hooked behind one ankle Karen was providing Rob with a very enticing view of her barely covered ass. Rob let his hand slid along her ankle as he passed her and sat down on the couch watching her as she pointedly attempted to work.

"Stop looking at me like that," Karen said.

"Like what?" Rob replied innocently.

Karen removed her glasses and looked over at him. "I have to get this done."

"I know," he said. "I'm just sitting here."

Karen looked at him suspiciously but put her glasses back on before returning back to her scribbling. She could feel his eyes on her and knew what he wanted. The knowing of what he wanted made Karen consider what she wanted, and before long what she wanted became all too clear to her. It's too early, she told herself. But the longer she lay there, aware of his watching but choosing to not 'notice' it, the more worked up she became.

Karen did not understand what it was precisely that Rob did to her. Even in their good times Adam had never made Karen want to have sex just by looking at her. For her arousal had usually followed desire, so she had always waited for him to give some indication that he was horny and usually rubbed herself while giving him a blowjob to build up her desire for sex. Rob made her want him just by touching her ankle and watching her while she did homework.

Fuck it.

"We need to be quick," Karen insisted.

Rob grinned and got up from the couch. Karen smirked and took off her glasses before getting up off the floor and following him to her bedroom. He shoved her backward and she giggled as she fell into bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and let his shorts fall to the ground. Karen shifted backward as he crawled into bed with her now naked. He reached forward and hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties. After pulling them down he settled in between her legs and went to work with his tongue.

The sweetness of her sex washed over his tongue and filled his mouth with its youth and femininity. Karen cooed above Rob as his tongue swept across her vulva and dipped inside of her freely flowing pussy. He hummed against her as he lapped up the essence of her womanhood, and drew his tongue upward to the stiffening spire at the top of her slit. The little pink nubbin was drawn out from beneath its hood by his wily organ, and his lips wrapped around it before he applied suction.

"Ahn!" Karen groaned as he manipulated her clit. His tongue flicked across it, and circled around it. He suckled at her clit, and tongued the firm bud filled with nerve endings. Rob swept his tongue downward, and stiffened it as he drove it up into her steaming box. Karen yowled in pleasure as he brought his hand down and began to work her clit with his fingers while his tongue swirled around inside of her. Her hips began to buck up against his face and her hands pulled his face towards her center.

Then the phone rang. It was Rob's, and from the ringtone both knew it was Courtney.

"Answer it," Karen said.

Rob got out of bed and went to his shorts. He fished out his phone before joining Karen in bed again.

"Hey," he said. He wiped off the gloss of Karen's girl-cum from his lips with the back of his hand.

"Hi," Courtney replied. "How was your day?"

They usually did not have their nightly check-in until later, which worried Rob. Jane had told him that Courtney had not been sleeping well lately which was worrying. When he asked her about it she just said that she just needed a good cum, so he would talk her through masturbating until she got the orgasm she had prescribed herself. There was more, however, and Rob could sense it.

"Good," he replied. "How about you?"

"Fine," she replied.

Rob heard the uncertainty in her voice.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Nothing," Courtney insisted. "It was fine, really. How's Karen?" she asked.

Karen spotted a grin cross over Rob's face. "She's good."

"Still handling everything okay?" Courtney asked, ever the worried friend.

There had been a few minor incidences similar to that of the one back at the cabin where they had crossed a line Karen was not ready for, however those were becoming fewer and further between. Karen felt liberated in a way she could not remember ever feeling before and it had been noticed by her therapist. She had been reluctant to lie and so had told her about Rob. The talk that had ensued following that admission made Karen uncertain about whether what they were doing, for all the happiness it brought them now, was truly the right thing to do.

For now, however, she was too happy to withdraw from it. It was weak of her, perhaps, but she felt lasting contentment which was something she could not remember having since the early months of her relationship with Adam. Years of pain was at last being healed, and Karen hoped that she was not exploiting her friends' generosity by taking the help that had been offered to her. She had vowed to herself going forward however, that if either of them were being hurt by what had now started she would end it.

"Absolutely, do you want to talk to her? She's right here," Rob asked.

"Okay," Courtney replied.

Rob handed his phone over to Karen who brought it up to her ear.

"Hey," she said.

"What are you up to?" Courtney asked.

"Me and Rob are just hanging out," Karen replied. "You're early aren't you?"

"Yeah," her friend replied. "I've got an early morning tomorrow with the dress rehearsals. Full makeup and hair for all the characters."

"I see," Karen replied.

"So why aren't you two in the bedroom?" Courtney asked in her patently direct manner.

Karen had worried that Courtney was not going to take the development in her and Rob's relationship very well. However, she seemed to live for the little tidbits she managed to extract from the two of them. Karen was happy to supply her and hear her friend's response on the other end of the phone as she did so. The bottled up sexual tension that resulted from not having seen Rob or Karen for nearly two months now was getting difficult to manage.

Rob talked to her and Karen had heard enough of those conversations to know that he was doing quite a lot to aid her friend even from the distance that separated, but it could not be nearly the same. Being talked through masturbation was not the same was having another's hands on your body.

With this in mind, Karen replied. "Who's to say we aren't?"

There was a moment's pause on the other end as Courtney registered what Karen was saying.

"I interrupted," Courtney said finally as a smile bloomed over her features.

Karen grinned and saw Rob's growing curiosity. She beckoned for him to come closer to her and guided his head back between her legs.

"You did," Karen confirmed distractedly as Rob kissed his way up along the inside of her thigh.

"What was he doing?" Courtney asked. She was dressed for bed, which meant a pair of plain white panties and a pink tank top. A sensual note of interest entered her voice as she asked the question, a note not dissimilar to the one with which she spoke to Rob during their pre-bedtime chats.

"He was eating me out," Karen replied, trying to be as bold as her friend always was. It was a little disorienting having Rob between her legs kissing her thighs teasingly while she was speaking to his girlfriend.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Courtney replied. Her hand had made its way onto her stomach as she laid back in bed. "How was he doing?"

"Good," Karen gasped in reply as Rob's tongue ran along the crease at the joint of her leg and pelvis.

Courtney's hand trailed a little lower and her finger tips brushed against the waistband of her panties. Rob was undoubtedly hearing what Karen was saying, and though it was very strange this conversation was getting her very hot.

"What is he doing now?" she asked.

"He's teasing me," Karen replied breathlessly.

"How?" Courtney asked. Her eyes shut and her voice grew lower as she started to visualize what was happening on the other side of the phone. She ran her fingers on the slender band of flesh exposed between her tank top and panties in anticipation of Karen's response.

"He's... Ahhn," Karen gasped breathlessly.

"What's he doing Karen?" Courtney asked softly.

"He's... He's licking me," she stammered.

Courtney's hand went under her panties and she began to run her fingers along her slit. She listened to Karen's breathing deepen and could practically see her friend biting her lower lip to stop herself from moaning. All three registered the bizarreness of what was happening, but rolled with it. They were growing accustomed to strangeness. That it was just her voice helped, if Karen could see her this would not be quite so easy.

"He's good with his tongue isn't he?" Courtney asked.

"Yes," Karen panted.

"Do you like it when he eats you out?" she asked heatedly.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Are you going to cum?" Courtney asked.

"Oh God!" Karen moaned.

Courtney rubbed her pussy as she spoke to her friend. "What's he doing?" she asked urgently.

"His tongue's inside me," Karen replied distantly. "Oh God!" she moaned. Her hand gripped the back of Rob's head, and her hips began to rock against his tongue.

Courtney dipped a finger into her pussy and began to swirl it around in the same manner she imagined Rob's tongue was inside of Karen. She heard Karen groan again, and knew intuitively that Rob must have changed his direction of attack. Courtney felt like her friend was acting as a bridge, allowing Rob and her to meet through her.

"Put the phone on speaker," Courtney told her friend.

Karen did as she suggested and placed the phone on the pillow to her left as Rob's tongue swirled around her clit. Her newly free hand joined its partner at his head, and drew him more firmly against her sex. Courtney listened to Karen gasps and moans on the other side of the phone while she feverishly worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. She put her phone on speaker as well so she could listen in and apply her other hand to her self-pleasure.

"Ahn!" Karen groaned. "He put his fingers inside... He's..."

Courtney teased her clit while she fingered her pussy and curled her fingers upward in an attempt to find her G-spot. Judging by the increased urgency in the noises Karen was making Rob had already found hers. Her friend's breathing was coming in fast and hard and with her eyes closed Courtney could almost feel her friend's hot breath against her ear. Rob fingered Karen fast and sucked on her clit while strumming it with his tongue simultaneously.

Courtney's heart was beating as fast as Karen's and her own breathing became labored as she fingered herself frantically. Rob heard it and the sound was like a lustful call to arms. His efforts redoubled, and in part it was to simply excite Courtney further. Karen's heavy breathing became heated moans as she neared her orgasm. Rob held her still with his arm draped across her hips as he manipulated her clit with his tongue, and his fingers impacted her G-spot again and again. Courtney heard Karen inhale sharply and knew what was about to burst free from deep inside her friend.

Karen cried out and Courtney savored that sound of ecstasy when she stopped fingering herself to listen to her friend climax. Pleasure, centering round her clit and radiating outward exploded through her body in a series of powerful surges. Karen moaned freely and her body was seized in the grasp of rapture. Her spine curled and her hands yanked down on Rob's head as she pulled his mouth against her sex. Her pussy flooded his palm with her feminine nectar and convulsed around his penetrating fingers.

Karen fell back to the mattress and lay gasping for air as she was rocked by a series of aftershocks that made her legs tense and relax as Rob lay between them. Courtney listened as Karen caught her breath, and heard Rob moving on the bed. She heard the bed creaking, and then wet sounds of lips on flesh. Rob picked up his phone and took it off speaker before pressing it to his ear.

"How did you like that?" he asked. His heart was racing and he could feel his cock pulsing eagerly.

"You're terrible," she told him, "stopping in the middle to talk to me. You're lucky it wasn't me you were with, I'd have clawed your eyes out."

Rob laughed softly and cradled the side of Karen's head while he gently thrust his hips towards her chin. He was knelt above her with his tumescent member sliding between her lips as she steadily worked him to full stiffness.

"You should see her right now," he told her. "You wouldn't believe it."

"What's she doing?" Courtney asked.

"Giving me a blowjob," he replied. The surrealism of what was happening only served to make it that much more exciting. The two of them were truly connecting for the first time in months. The distance between them melted away and it required hardly any effort at all.

"What? In front of me? What a slut," Courtney replied jokingly.

"You have no idea," Rob told her. "How should I fuck her?" he asked.

Oh God, Courtney thought to herself. His words got a positive response from Karen as well, her eyes lit up and she began to nurse his cockhead with new gusto. The idea that Courtney had control, even from this distance, was incredible. Rob was making himself her puppet. Courtney was the puppeteer in this sordid act. She was not sure of what Rob was doing but he was. He was including her.

Rob knew how lonely she was feeling and though she never complained he suspected she was sad that Karen was with him and she was not. She in no way wanted them to stop but that did not mean she did not ache for more than just his voice over the phone. He was making himself her instrument and that concept really turned her on.

"From behind," Courtney eventually replied. She reached beneath the pillow to her left and drew out her trusty vibrator.

"Fast and hard, or slow and gentle?" he asked as he flipped a compliant Karen over onto her stomach.

"Slow and gentle first," Courtney replied as she pulled her panties down her legs and rolled over onto her stomach. "Then I want you to fuck her like you fuck me."

Rob's cock bobbed at that notion. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"She can take it," Courtney assured him. "Karen's not as fragile as you think."

"Alright," he said. "I'll put you back on speaker now."

Karen looked at him from over her shoulder as she tried to figure out what Courtney had told him to do to her. Rob slid a pillow beneath her hips to raise her ass from the mattress slightly and give him an optimal position for penetration. He pushed her knees apart as he settled in behind her and guided his erection to her opening.

"Say when," Rob said to Courtney.

His girlfriend positioned the head of her vibrator so that it was primed to enter her.

"Now," she said.

Rob entered Karen at the same time as Courtney penetrated her own pussy with the vibrator. Her sigh of pleasure came over the phone and harmonized with Karen's at the sensation of penetration. Rob sank into Karen, and the dark haired girl moaned as she was filled with his turgid organ. Courtney heard the sound over her phone's speaker and a shiver went up her spine.

"How does he feel Karen?" Courtney asked as she began to slide the vibrator in and out of herself.

"Good," Karen gasped in reply.

Rob began to move his hips and fucked Karen with torturous slowness. He made her feel every inch as he drew it back and then returned it to the warm depths of her sex. The walls of her channel expanded to accept his member and when he bottomed out the head of his cock was nestled up against her cervix.

"Is he deep inside you?" Courtney asked in the same sultry tone.

"Yes," Karen breathed.

"How deep?" her friend asked.

"Really deep," Karen groaned as Rob ground his hips against her.

Courtney stirred the toy inside of her. She knew what Rob was doing to Karen at that very moment. He had done it to her many times in the past. His long, thick shaft was filling her friend, stretching her and occupying all of the space inside of her vaginal canal. He was working his hips up and down, side to side, and in circles as if taunting her. He was hitting every spot she had, and all he had to do was keep his hips moving.

Courtney could hear Karen's heated breathing and it fueled her fantasy as she imagined it was Rob inside of her instead of the toy, and at moments she actually lost herself to it. Rob could hear the deepening of Courtney's breath on the other side of the phone and his cock pulsed inside Karen dangerously. He yearned for Courtney and just hearing her heated breath over the phone was enough to necessitate him applying his tricks to prevent himself from reaching his orgasm.

It was not easy with Karen pushing herself up against his invading organ and working her hips in circles in harmony with his. Rob tensed his internal muscles and shut his eyes. He heard Karen's moans, he was aware of her still being there, but for the first time he did something he was not very proud of: he thought of Courtney. He imagined it was Courtney beneath him, moving against him, and hearing her soft sighs and gasps on the other side of the phone made it real.

Rob adored Karen and he valued what they shared together, but he missed Courtney more than he had ever admitted to anyone. Karen perhaps had not noticed it because he worked very hard to prevent her from doing so, and with Courtney he tried to be as upbeat as possible to avoid fueling her own sense of loneliness. So while he was not proud of it for a moment he was not with Karen, instead he was making love to Courtney. It only lasted a moment and then he was back with her.

That was when the nature of his motions changed. Karen felt it immediately, and reached forward to grab a hold of the upper edge of the mattress. It was not that he was taking her any more harshly or any more quickly than he ever had before; it was the way in which he held her and angled his hips that made the difference. His hand wound around her hair and pushed down against his shoulder, and he gripped her by the hip with his other hand. His thrusts were delivered with a different sort of urgency and with as high as he had already brought her it was not long before Karen came.

It was then that she noticed the biggest difference: Rob kept going.

He worked his hips behind her and though she tightened around him he stirred his shaft inside of her. In the midst of her orgasm she was vaguely aware of Courtney's ragged breathing on the other end of the phone and realized her friend had climaxed as well. That knowledge intensified her own climax, which in turn fueled Courtney's. The two girls came hard for a long time and Rob continued to fuck Karen. To simulate this Courtney turned the knob at the base of her vibrator and set it humming before she continued to pump it in and out of her pussy as steadily as she could.

Rob's hips slapped against Karen's ass and his other hand came up to her other shoulder as he began to drive more ferociously into her. Karen was unsure of what was happening and was a little frightened of what was being unleashed within Rob. He was always in control. He was always calm. He had fun with her, when he made love it was always playful. But this was different. This was uncontrolled carnality and though it frightened her initially, Karen was soon enjoying it too much to hold onto the emotion.

Courtney could hear Rob's heavy breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh over the phone, and knew what must be happening. When Karen cried out and the fleshy applause continued Courtney's suspicions were confirmed. He was losing control and it was Courtney listening in that was making it happen. Rob's hands left Karen's shoulders and instead were planted on either side of her head on the mattress. Karen grasped him round the forearms as he pummeled her mercilessly as she came again and against around his sawing organ.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 16



Author's Note:

This is the sixteenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.

A special thank you goes out to Brett for editing this chapter for me. Thank you very much for your hard work, and for enabling me to publish this chapter on time!

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max

Chapter 16: The Three Couples





Taken By The Wind Ch. 16



However, she had more than that to worry about. The strangeness of their situation was not lost on any of them. Rob and Karen had been living together as a couple for nearly as long as Rob and Courtney had. To outsiders they were no more than friends, but amongst the three of them there was a distinct sense that Karen and Rob were a couple. But Rob and Courtney were a couple too, albeit a much more established and well-seasoned pairing. Karen crossed the living room into her room, and chased Winston off her bed as she began to get ready for the day.

A disturbingly loud part of her feared that now that Courtney was returning she and Rob would be made to stop what they were doing, and sought reassurance. Neither had indicated any such thing. In fact, they would have been dismayed to know how Karen was feeling, but the real test of whether or not this whole thing could work began today. Or, more accurately, that evening. She would not fight Courtney or Rob if either of them decided now that they were no longer living apart they wanted what was happening between her and Rob to end.

Karen dressed in standard student attire: a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a grey hoodie that she had purchased from the campus store. It was too big, which she liked, because it made her feel covered and safe. Little habits were hard to kill and she still found herself still avoidant of male eyes. She had made great progress in her ability to speak to them, however, but she had no interest in accepting any of their invitations to go out. Instead, she had begun the process of making some male friends out of the classmates she had been mostly ignoring for months now.

Karen noticed the time and rushed to catch the bus that would take her to campus. As she had predicted, the orientation activities went by at a torturously slow pace. She ate lunch with some of her classmates, who had become protective of her and had begun to fend off would-be suitors before Karen was even aware that they were near. This made lunches peaceful and enjoyable, particularly when Kevin and Rachel were able to join her.

Karen had seldom seen a cuter couple than those two, and it warmed her heart to see Rachel so obviously happy. She had revealed to her that she and Kevin had had sex during their vacation in England, and admitted that despite some nervousness it had gone well. Karen was incredibly pleased for her friend, and hoped that the success of their relationship continued. She wished she felt able to tell her about what she had with Rob, but was fearful of doing so.

After lunch Karen was a part of a group that was giving presentations to the frosh about campus life and the services available to them at the school. Once she had finished she begged off the offers of her classmates to go out for dinner. She needed to get home and prepare dinner for Rob and Courtney's arrival. She returned to their meticulously-cleaned apartment and cooked until at last she got the call.

"Hello?" she said as she picked up the phone. A smile crossed her features. "Alright," she said with unconcealed excitement. "I'll be right there."

That was Courtney, telling Karen that they'd be there in the parking lot in two minutes.

Karen jumped up and ran to the door. She slid her feet into her moccasins before hurrying out to the elevator. She descended and Karen practically ran for the door when she reached the main floor. Brianna's heavily laden minivan turned into the parking lot just as she stepped out into the brisk air of the early September evening. The van had yet to come to a complete stop before Courtney jumped out and bolted towards her.

A huge smile spread over Karen's features and joy filled her as Courtney emitted a rather un-Courtney like squeal and leaped into her arms. She wore a pair of baggy black sweatpants and a frumpy red sweatshirt, but with the brilliant smile on her lips she was the most beautiful thing Karen had ever seen. Courtney took her into a crushing hug that practically carried her off her feet. She kissed her cheeks and her forehead wetly.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed delightedly as she squeezed Karen tight.

Karen hugged her with equal joy. Brianna parked the van and climbed out. The blonde was soon engulfed in the storm of elation at being reunited. Eventually they pulled out of the three-way hug, all with huge grins on their faces.

"How was she?" Karen asked.

"Talkative," Brianna replied dryly. Courtney grew bored during car rides in general and became downright irritating if they lasted too long. It had been even worse because she so badly wanted to reach their destination.

Karen laughed at her comment while Courtney pretended to be insulted. The three of them began the process of bringing Courtney's belongings up to the apartment. Winston was beside himself from the moment Courtney stepped through the door and forgot to be mad at her for leaving him for long enough to secure a thorough ear scratch and belly rub before refusing to go anywhere near her.

Karen could see the hurt in Courtney at the little pug's avoidance of her but knew it would soon fade. Fortunately, Rob arrived and he distracted her by encouraging her to go take a shower and taking over the process of moving her belongings back up to the apartment.

"Alright," she replied sadly as Winston gazed out from his bed in the living room coolly.

Rob carried up the last of Courtney's belongings while Karen and Brianna began to organize the influx of stuff as best they could as they caught up on lost time. Courtney came out from the shower and said goodbye to Brianna after thanking her profusely for her help. Karen laughed at the two girls' eagerness to be rid of each other for a while. The three of them then sat down for the dinner Karen had prepared. She was not an excellent cook, but she had made a passable lasagna which was one of Courtney's favorites.

Courtney told Karen all about the trip back, and Karen avoided the question that had been burning in her mind since she had gotten the call from Rob telling her that Courtney was coming home. Her friend seemed fine. She was energetic, she was talkative, and she was dynamic. She was everything Karen associated with her best friend. However, whereas her friend showed no sign of distress, Rob's tone on the phone and his oddly wooden face now told her a great deal.

Karen had grown to know Rob intimately in more than just the obvious way since their time spent up at the cabin. She could read him now in a way that she had been unable to do previously. So, while Courtney just seemed excited and relieved to be home, Karen could see in his body language that something was seriously bothering him. She had hoped it was just homesickness that had driven Courtney home, but Rob's unease made it clear that something else was the matter.

Karen decided that the answer to the question she wanted to ask could wait until later, and decided to enjoy her friend's good mood. Rob seemed to forget what was bothering him as the evening matured and became visibly more relaxed the more Courtney talked. She discussed the play and its success, and Jane and her success. Karen was reminded as the latter was discussed that for Brianna, tonight would feel quite lonely, and wished that she would have let herself be convinced to stay for a while.

Despite their reunion a few days earlier, Karen could see that Courtney and Rob were itching to celebrate the former's homecoming. She decided to let them have their fun, and despite Courtney's protestations pleaded exhaustion and went to bed. Not long after Rob and Courtney were making out intensely on the couch. Courtney had difficulty remembering a time when Rob had been more eager for her and was glad. He had been off his game since her revelation. He had been overly attentive and coddling.

Courtney was glad for the return of the carnal hunger she felt in his kiss as the warm bulk of her breasts pressed against Rob's chest. She straddled his legs and leaned forward to kiss him. Her lower lip was below his, and his upper lip above hers. Her hands were buried in his hair while he positioned one on the side of her face and the other on her hip. Courtney's fingers tangled around Rob's mussed up hair, and pulled on it none too gently to indicate her desire for more. More of this happiness. More of this relief. More of him.

Rob ran his thumb across the familiar slope of her elegant cheekbone and used his grip on her hip to pull her more firmly against his lap. Courtney's tongue retreated from his and her teeth pressed down lightly on his lower lip as she felt his rising erection press up against her. Her teeth dragged back along his lower lip until they were perched almost on the very edge. Rob's eyes opened and he saw Courtney grinning at him with one of her 'looks' in her warm brown eyes.

Their lips rejoined but this time both of Rob's hands were on her hips. Courtney's hands went to his shoulders and squeezed around them as Rob's hands went up under her t-shirt. His thumbs pressed against her hip bones, which made Courtney hum lowly against his lips at the implication. The pads of his thumbs circled the area before his hands slid up along her flank. The sensation of his warm hands sliding over her smooth skin made both lovers breathe just a little more quickly.

Rob's hands swept upward until they came to the sides of her bare breasts. They turned inward and he squeezed them gently. Too gently, he was squeezing them like he would have Karen's. Courtney hummed against the kiss in approval as his hands became rougher in their treatment of her breasts. Her hands moved to the back of the couch so she could push herself back from him and continue to kiss him fiercely.

Rob's palms moved over and under Courtney's nipples in a firm motion. Her nipples had been hard from the moment she had straddled him, but he continued to tease around as she arched her back forward against his hands as though to advertise her arousal. He allowed the tips of his fingers to sweep across the firm points. He splayed them apart slightly and moved his fingers across her breast so that her nipple was lightly teased by each of them in turn. His hands scooped up her breasts and squeezed firmly, and pulled back against them as though trying to stretch them away from her chest.

"Ah," Courtney moaned with a slight tremor. With enough attention he could probably bring her to orgasm this way. Rob took her erect nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and began to rub them softly. The pressure increased and Courtney's hips began to squirm against him in response. Her uncalculated motions had the effect of making Rob as stiff as iron, and his rigid member strained up against the zipper containing them within his jeans.

Rob pulled on her nipples and rolled them roughly. Courtney's heightened state of arousal made the act utterly pleasurable and she moaned against their kiss. Her tongue became clumsy as Rob intensified the stimulation of her nipples. He pinched down on them and then ignored them. His attention returned to the rest of her breast. He caressed the areola and then the complete swell before slowly zeroing in on the sensitive points. He pressed his thumb against the top of them and pushed down to force them inside of the areola.

"Oh... Rob," Courtney gasped breathlessly before their lips locked together once more. A gentle rumble went through her and something near an orgasm went through her. Rob pushed his hips up against her in part to give himself some outlet for his rising arousal and in part to show Courtney just how turned on he was getting just by caressing her breasts. His excitement fueled hers and that near orgasmic sensation intensified within her.

Rob's hands left her breasts and slid down her back to cup her ass. Courtney linked her hands behind his neck and wrapped her legs around him as he propelled himself forward with a sudden yet expected display of strength. Her weight settled in his palms and she squeezed her legs around him to help support her weight as he carried her off to their bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind himself, turned, and pushed her up against it.

A tremor went through Courtney as her back impacted the wood and their lips locked once more. His touch, again a thing of permanence, something she would not have to give up in a few days, excited Courtney. His hands holding her up, supporting her, and his lips kissing her with fervent passion reminded her of the permanence. She was back. She was back with him. Courtney leaned forward and Rob stepped backwards until his legs hit the bed.

Rob sat back carefully with Courtney straddling him. Her ass settled in his lap and her hands went to the bottom of his t-shirt. She drew it up his body and a new hunger entered her eyes as she gazed at his newly exposed torso. Rob pulled her shirt over her head next and she spryly left his lap to pull down her sweatpants. She had gone without panties as well as without a bra and now stood exposed in front of Rob as he worked at undoing his jeans. He was not going fast enough for Courtney, who reached forward and deftly undid the fasteners for him and pulled both his jeans and his boxers down.

Rob's cock jutted upward and Courtney approached him with fire in her eyes. She got onto the bed and straddled him once again. Courtney guided the helm of his shaft to her entrance and the two groaned as she lowered herself onto him. Her eyes shut as she descended and she savored every throbbing inch of his cock as it passed through her opening and entered her drenched canal. He filled the empty slot inside of her, and as she settled in his lap, she began to move.

Rob remained immobile while Courtney swayed to and fro. Moisture and heat built between their bodies as she made these rhythmic motions. Rob's hands were on her thighs and ran along them as she pulled his mouth against hers. Their tongues swept together and Courtney's motions became more intense. Her nectar flowed from her sex, trailing down the base of his shaft and along his scrotum as she moved with ever increasing urgency.

Courtney's hips bucked back and forth, and her hands held him deep in the kiss as her first orgasm neared. She ground her hips against him, stirring his thick member inside her channel, and began to shake as her orgasm lapped at her loins. Her motions became frantic and her mouth left his to cry out as her orgasm at last seized her in its jaws. Courtney slammed her hips against him and she moved her hips against him spastically as her climax fired off inside of her.

Like a thousand little electric jolts that ran across the entire expanse of her body, pleasure consumed Courtney. Her body convulsed around Rob's and she held him tightly against her before the pleasure drifted away. Her legs continued to tense and relax on their own as though trying to extend the orgasm, but it left and she would have to earn the next one by the sweat of her brow; or, perhaps Rob's.

When she was fully recovered he gathered the strength of his biceps and hamstrings, stood, and lifted her by her thighs. The balls of Courtney's feet brushed against the mattress as he held her up and began to thrust his hips up into her. Fleshy thwacks filled the room as Rob released an onslaught against Courtney. Her hands stayed hooked around his neck to hold herself up and her breasts dragged along his chest as he bounced her up and down on his rigid cock.

The strain that the position put on Rob's back and legs was reduced with his leaning back slightly against the bed for support. Young and strong as he was, Rob hardly felt the abuse he was putting on his body, Courtney, however, definitely felt the incredible depth of penetration the position allowed. It made her feel incredibly sexy to be lifted and taken like this, to incite such lust, to be the object of such desire was invigorating.

Courtney brought her legs up and clamped them around Rob's waist. He drew still and she kissed him for a long moment before grinning at him sexily. Then, she bent backward. Her legs remained wrapped tight around him as she arched fully backward and pressed her hands against the floor. Rob supported her with his strong hold on her hips. The rush of blood to her head made Courtney slightly dizzy, which just added to the intensity of her pleasure as Rob gamely went with the eccentric lovemaking position and began to thrust into her.

The sight of her bent back like this, with her hair trailing beneath her, and her well-toned abdomen stretched taut, was more than worth the effort to maintain the position. Courtney's breasts rippled from the force of his hips colliding against her. Her head pressed against the floor as she eased herself downward, and Rob felt surer in taking her a little more forcefully. His cock hit her deep, and dragged along her clit which left her dizzy from more than just the rush of blood to her brain.

The cosmetic appeal of the position was not enough to justify the strain the position might be placing on Courtney's neck in Rob's opinion. He sank his shaft deep inside of her, slid one hand further down her back, and drew her back up so that her front was once again pressing against his. He turned and carefully lowered her to the bed. The abrupt change caused Courtney's dizziness to worsen, and as he gripped her arms to pin them above her head she hardly realized what he was doing.

She did, however, catch up pretty fast as he began to slam his hips into her. Courtney wrapped her legs around him as he tore into her savagely.

"Oh God!" she cried. The bed rocked and Rob took her harder. He rose up and gripped her thighs as he thrust into her. He lifted her ass from the bed as his hips slapped against her and the impact of his body against hers sent ripples through her well-toned buttocks. Courtney's legs wrapped around him and could not withstand the assault for long.

A tingling sensation ran through her from the tip of her toes to the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. A warmth developed in her lower abdomen and time seemed to slow while her ability to move seemed to be taken away from her. The tingling sensation intensified along the muscles of her inner thighs, and they began to spasm. Every muscle in her body tightened abruptly and Courtney was only aware of her blissful screaming when she heard herself as though being outside of what was happening.

Courtney came apart while still being at the center. She became elevated as 'the big one' hit her. The minor orgasm earlier had merely been a bodily release of her frustration at being denied these pleasures all day. This orgasm was one of true ecstasy. It almost hurt with the way her muscles tensed up violently and the way her heart pounded in her chest, but it was a blissful agony which she reflected in her long, wanton moan.

The orgasm held onto her for a long time, for as long as her body could handle its hold on her. Sometimes Courtney wondered if she worked out more, or ate better, or positioned herself in just the right way if she would be able to make herself able to have longer orgasms, but as she was released by this one and left limp with exhaustion, she doubted she could ever feel more pleasure.

A general feeling of wellness and relaxation filled Courtney that she had not experienced for weeks, and as Rob began to kiss her along her jawline she smiled as she knew he was the source. She drew his mouth to his and kissed him warmly.

"I missed our bed," she told him. "Don't ever let me leave it again."

"Next time take it with you," Rob said as he rolled them both over so she could rest on top of him. "I'd like to join you too, of course."

Courtney smiled. "I'd better bring Winston too," she said. "He's pissed at me."

"He'll forget about it tomorrow," Rob replied. "He can't stay mad at his mommy."

The two were quiet for a few moments, enjoying the luxury of being able to simply lie together and know that for the foreseeable future they would be able to do this night after night. It lessened the stress to perform, and made the lovemaking urgent because they had been apart for a long time and missed each other instead of because they were limited in the time they had.




Taken By The Wind Ch. 16



"Karen looks good," Courtney commented.

Rob smiled at her knowingly. "I think she missed you more than anyone."

"Hey..." Courtney said, "you had better missed me more than her!"

He laughed at her and rolled her over onto her stomach. "Let me show you how much I missed you," he told her.

Courtney giggled and opened her legs for him as he settled in behind her. He guided the helm of his cock to her entrance as she remained flat on her stomach. His flared helm passed through her opening and his rigid member slid inside once more. He settled on top of her and ran his hands up along her arms. His lips pressed against the nape of her neck and he inhaled her scent, the scent of a young woman that brought forth so many wonderful memories.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked with his mouth practically pressed to her ear.

Courtney shuddered at the tone. The voice heard so often over the phone guiding her to release. The voice heard in her dreams before she woke sweating and soaked between her legs.

"Remember that first night we were at the cabin?" she asked him.

"I think so," he replied.

"I told you to not stop until you came," she said. "No matter how many times I did."

Rob kissed her shoulder gently. "Yes," he replied. "I remember. You passed out."

"Just for a second," Courtney protested.

"Is that what you want?" Rob asked. His protectiveness came out in his uncertain tone.

"I just want to cum again and again," she told him, "without you stopping. We know I'll be okay if I do pass out. Besides, I doubt you'll last that long."

"Oh really?" he asked, letting her goad his competitive side.

"Yeah," Courtney said. "You've gotten soft since I've been gone. I hope you haven't been fucking Karen like this, she deserves better."

She was goading him and Rob knew it. The thing was... it worked.

"Hmm," he said. "Maybe that's just because I've been going easy on you."

"Then go hard," she replied in a husky tone.

Rob needed no further encouragement. He gripped Courtney's hips and pulled her up off the mattress so that she was up on all fours. Courtney's heart beat a little more quickly from that simple action because of what it foretold. Rob eased his cock out until just the head was perched up against the opening, the lips of Courtney's sex gripping just the tip of his helm, before slamming it back in with a violent tensing of his buttocks.

"Hoah," Courtney cried. Rob's hips collided harshly against her ass as he buried himself balls deep in one savage motion. The springy muscle of Courtney's buttocks let Rob rebound and he drew back again until he was once more perched on the outermost edge of her channel. He betrayed his intention by tensing his hold around her hips and this time Courtney was prepared for the explosive motions that jammed his full length inside of her.

"Ahn," she moaned.

Again he wound up and again he slammed his gleaming rod up into the furthest recesses of her channel.

"Gah!" Courtney cried.

Again and again he drew out and rammed himself back inside of her. He was barely breathing hard while Courtney was panting. It was the anticipation of the thrusts as much as the thrusts themselves. Those moments when he was drawing out were spent with her wondering just when the next teeth-rattling plunge was going to take place. He caressed her sides, he squeezed her breasts, and he tried to make her let her guard down before he would again ram himself inside of her.

And she fell for it every time.

Rob tugged on the nipples that capped off her hanging breasts and then palmed them. Courtney might have realized what he was doing if her head was not already foggy with lust. His grip tightened around the firm swells and he used them as leverage to deliver the first hard stroke that heralded the end of his game playing. Courtney cried out as his hips collided with her ass hard enough to make her reel forward, and came when his hand left her breast to deliver a firm spank to her right buttock.

"Oh fuck!" Courtney bellowed. As she had requested Rob did not stop. He drew his shaft out from her rhythmically squeezing sex. He perched his helm against the cusp of her drooling opening. And he slammed his rigid manhood back inside of her as her world was crumbling into a void of orgasmic bliss. Then he did it again, and again. Moving ever faster until he was forced to abandon his hold on her breasts in favor of the less cumbersome handhold of her shoulders to take her harder.

"Rob!" Courtney practically screamed. A second crest following the first crashed over her. The only reason her upper body did not fall flat to the mattress was because Rob did not let her. He held her up by the shoulders and continued to ram into her with everything he had. The bed shook and creaked in protest of the motions above it. Courtney's breasts shook, swayed, and collided against each other as they hung beneath her form while Rob's hips hammered against her ass brutally.

Courtney's second crest did not seem to end before the third impacted her. Her arms gave out completely and Rob shoved her upper body down against the mattress. Courtney's breasts squashed against the mattress and peeked out from either side of her narrow back as she reached forward to grasp the spokes of the headboard. Rob brought his hands to her hips and redoubled his efforts. He went up on one knee, and placed his right foot flat against the mattress as he leveraged his thrusts.

Long, deep, hard strokes shook her body and dislodged a series of violent orgasms from within Courtney. Once she got started they just seemed to flow through her. She never truly came down from that second crest, but instead remained elevated. It was bit like how birds use air currents to stay aloft rather than flapping their wings. She was gliding on the currents of bliss, and moved from peak to peak with ease.

Courtney's moans lost any semblance of controlled orations. They were loud, blissful sounds made by a young woman who was growing ever closer to her limit. Rob was growing exhausted, but he fought against the burn of his muscles. Courtney had learned with Rob that she was capable, even built, to experience deeper, longer, and more frequent orgasms just so long as she did not psych herself out. She found that when she began to feel the first contraction of an orgasm she could keep pumping the muscles of her pelvic floor to urge it onward. The little spark would become a flame and then...

"Oh God!" Courtney cried blissfully into the pillow. Her legs shook and her body trembled as she entered the pleasurable realm beyond reason. She felt her legs begin to wobble and Rob shoved her down so that she was lying flat on the mattress. His knees went behind hers and he planted his hands on either side of her head as he continued to thrust into her. Courtney was in a daze now, but was aware of Rob breathing heavily behind her and knew he was not far from his own climax.

Rob's hand went beneath her, and found her erect clit. She was starting to get numbed to the constant stimulation of her G-spot and needed something different to trigger the next climax. Teasing her nipples probably could have worked, spanking her was an option as well, but nothing was more effective than rolling that little bud around with the end of his finger. Courtney's hips lurched back up against him, and he felt a flow of her nectar flow down his swollen balls as it was discharged from her convulsing cunt.

Now that he had had something of a break Rob was able to start hammering into her again. He wound his hand around her hair and pressed it flat against the back of her head. Courtney's cries of orgasmic bliss were muffled by the pillow in which she had buried her face, and a series of very intense, though short peaks traveled through her. These gave way to longer, stirring orgasms that made her grow quiet and writhe against him before exhaling explosively.

Courtney's hot sex was convulsing constantly at this point, and her entire body shuddered along with it. Normally he would have stopped now to give her a break, but she had told him not to. Indeed, even as he attempted to cheat and ease up she groaned in protest and pushed back against him to spur him on.

"Fuck me," she demanded hoarsely.

After that Rob needed no further encouragement. He pummeled her pussy with his cock as he rested on his forearms behind her. Her muffled screams told him everything he needed to know about whether or not she was enjoying what he was doing to her, as if her constant writhing and shaking were not enough evidence of her orgasmic bliss. It was as though her every nerve ending were firing off at the same time, and the gentlest touch triggered ripples of pleasure to surge through her.

The headboard shook, the bedsprings squealed, and his body slapped against hers as he bucked into her with a mad energy. His lust had taken over now, he needed to cum and he could hold out no longer. He took her selfishly, he took her harshly, and she came harder than she ever had before. Rob went up on his hands, bracing one on either side of the pillow Courtney was using to muffle her orgasmic cries, and worked his aching body above hers.

Sweat beaded his brow and gleamed on his chest as he took her with everything he was capable of giving. There was no more left, no more intensity he was able to deliver, and no greater love and lust he was able to experience. This was the epitome of carnality and tenderness. It filled him, the sensation of his love, it expanded inside of him until its vessel could no longer contain it. Rob was outside of his body now, and his control was wrenched from him entirely.

The first explosion of his orgasm ran up his spine before he had even begun to ejaculate. He sank his cock into Courtney in a jarring motion, and she felt his shaft expand inside of her. Rob groaned gutturally above her, and the first surge of his seed was at last expelled inside of her. Courtney's heart was rattling around her ribcage, her breathing was shallow, and her brain was floating in a stew of ecstasy. A bright light filled her consciousness as she felt the first streamer of his seed splatter against her cervix, and then she felt no more.

Rob's arms grew weak and he lowered himself onto Courtney as he continued thrusting spastically against her. His bulk forced her against the mattress as he continued to pump his seed into her. Rob's cock pulsed within her as his limbs shook and his slick chest slid against her sweaty back in his orgasmic writhing. He regained control of his hips and he ground himself against her as his erection began to soften inside of her. Then his strength left him entirely and he simply slumped over her.

They lay in a heap of sweat and flesh and Rob laughed breathlessly.

"Well," he said. "How was that for a welcome home?"

Courtney remained still beneath him.

"Courtney?" he asked softly.

Courtney groaned groggily as she began to return to the real world. One moment she was experiencing the greatest orgasm she had had in her life, and the next Rob was shaking her shoulder. She smiled tiredly as she realized what had happened. She felt drunk on pleasure, and her body felt extremely heavy. She felt Rob slide out from her and moaned in protest weakly as he turned her over onto her back. She felt his seed trailing from her and continued to smile dopily as he caressed her tenderly.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

Courtney exhaled shakily. "That... was... awesome."

Rob laughed softly and hugged her against him. She giggled as he kissed along her neck playfully and nibbled on her earlobe.

"Who's soft now?" he asked her.

"You actually," Courtney countered as his cock wilted within her.

"Very funny," he said.

"Well," she said. "You'll have to do better than that to get rid of my wit."

Courtney rolled onto her side so that she was facing him. She ran her hand along the side of his face and looked at him through half closed eyes. Rob drew her closer and she pressed her forehead against his collarbone.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 16



Karen groaned pleasurably. "Not intentionally," she replied distantly. Her attention was focused on the sensations his fingers were causing inside of her.

"We don't have time to do what I did to her last night," Rob told her. He knew it turned Karen on when he talked about Courtney in bed. "But we do have time for a quickie."

"I like quickies," Karen replied. She preferred the long, slow burn but after the abandonment she had felt the previous night she was happy for any sort of attention. It had been irrational and it had been unfair, but Karen had felt displaced and strangely mad at Courtney. What had she expected to happen? She kept asking herself. Rob was Courtney's boyfriend, not hers. She hated that she kept feeling things that were both stupid and wrong.

Maybe she was not built to share. Courtney might be able to, but Karen wondered if she had been trying to reclaim Rob or something. That she had taken advantage of a situation to pursue something she had given up the moment she had let Rob leave that December morning nearly two years prior. That was not what she had been doing consciously. Consciously she had been grasping at a lifeline that Courtney was offering her. She had been trying to find a way to escape the crushing sense of loneliness and dread she had been left with during the months following the rape.

Then something had changed.

Rob had started behaving differently and she had liked it. She had liked falling asleep and waking up in his arms. She had liked that he took her out on 'dates' and that they spent their weeknights cuddling on the couch. Karen realized now that what she had liked was having a 'boyfriend', and that somewhere along the line she had stopped thinking of Rob as a friend in the same way as Courtney was her friend. She had started to think of him as hers which was totally out of line and made her feel ashamed of herself.

But she was still doing it. She liked to have him treat her like he would Courtney because of reasons that terrified her. She was jealous of her friend and had been for a very long time. Probably for as long as the two had been together. Probably because she knew what she had given up out of fear. Now she had had a taste of it and was scared that it was going to be taken away. So she let Rob make her feel good, and she cooed as he continued to finger her slowly, teasingly, like the lover she wanted him to be. Abusing the trust her friend had shown and corrupting what this was supposed to be.

Rob's fingers worked her G-spot and Karen felt a pressure building up inside. It was tainted by darkness but it still felt good. She embraced it in the hope that it would make her forget what she was feeling. Rob moved on the bed behind her and she opened her legs for him as she positioned himself behind her. His fingers slid out from her and his broad helm passed through her narrow opening. Karen groaned as he entered her and the wrongness of what she was feeling bled away as he began to move.

Rob's hands moved up under her t-shirt, and cupped her breasts as she pushed herself up onto her forearms. She was behaving different than usual. She pushed herself back against him and seemed almost angry. He removed a hand from her shirt and caressed her neck soothingly but she seemed determined to be taken hard. Their mornings were usually leisurely and playful, but she did not seem to want that. She pushed herself back against him forcefully in indication of what she wanted.

Rob's hands went to Karen's hips and he began to take her forcefully from behind. Yes, she thought to herself, fuck me.

"Fuck me," she growled in a tone Rob had never heard from her before. She still sounded angry but he did not understand why.

Rob bucked his hips into her harshly and his hips slapped forcefully against her rounded buttocks.

"Fuck me!" she practically shouted. Don't make love to me! I'm a slut, so fuck me! She felt self-hatred, self-loathing. What right did she have to feel this way? What more did she want from the two of them?

Unsure of what else to do Rob gave her what he thought she wanted. He hammered his hips into her harder than he ever had before. The friction was incredible, the sensations unbelievable, and Karen soon found that she could not handle it. She was not Courtney, she could not be Courtney. But she stayed, she stayed though it hurt her, she stayed though her body would ache after, she stayed though she knew she was in every way inadequate. A failure as a friend, a failure as a lover, and a failure in every other way that mattered.

A rumble went through her. A physiological response to the stimulation of the nerve endings inside her vagina, an orgasm though she got little real pleasure from it. Rob held his shaft inside of her as she tensed around him, and ground his hips against her ass. He was breathing heavily from the volley of thrusts he had just delivered. Karen pushed back against him and he started again. He took her just as hard and hoped that he was in some way showing her that she wasn't 'second' to anyone. He hoped that by doing as she wanted he was proving to her that he did love her.

Rob brought Karen to one more climax before he himself slumped over her and began to pump his seed deep inside her quivering sex. His hips bucked spastically against her, and she pushed back against him in her orgasmic thrashing. Rob's seed flowed into her, and then the tension left him and he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her shoulder and neck tiredly, and she hummed in something like pleasurable contentment.

"We're going to be late," he said as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was the first day of the new semester and it would not do to be late.

"Hurry up and get ready then," Karen said in an odd tone.

Rob hesitated. "Are you alright Karen?" he asked her.

That question. God how she hated that fucking question.

"Yes," she replied, feeling confused by her anger. "Sorry, I've just got a bit of a headache."

Rob kissed her cheek gently as he withdrew from her. "You should take a few Advil."

Karen nodded. "I will. Thanks," she said.

Rob kissed her cheek again and then pulled away unsatisfied that he had made Karen feel any better. He left her room and almost immediately walked into Courtney. Rob felt strangely like he had been caught red-handed doing something that he shouldn't have.

"Good morning," he said cautiously.

Courtney grinned. "You two certainly seem to be having one," she replied.

Rob tried to smile back but it felt artificial. "Yeah," he said uncertainly. "I'm going to take a shower."

Courtney looked at him quizzically, correctly reading his false smile. He gave her a look that told her that now was not the time to discuss it and so she played along for now.

"Alright," she replied. "Why don't I make breakfast?" she suggested.

Rob grinned. "How about waffles?"

Courtney frowned, Rob did not really like waffles, the waffle iron they had had been left behind by Wayne's cousin. Karen, however, did like waffles and maybe he was trying to tell her that something was wrong with her.

"Alright," she said. "Waffles it is."

Rob went to the shower and Courtney entered the kitchen. Winston watched her snootily from his place just outside the kitchen. He was still upset with her apparently. After getting the batter mixed up for the waffles, Courtney fired up the frying pan to fry up bacon. The smell of breakfast cooking seemed to encourage Karen to leave her place of hiding and she emerged from her bedroom. Once she saw Courtney she stopped feeling mad at her but still felt angry in general. It was not her friend's fault. Karen understood that. She just did not understand why she was angry when she should be happy.

Courtney spied her from over her shoulder and smiled.

"'Morning," she called from her spot at the stove.

"Good morning," Karen replied pleasantly as she entered the kitchen. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be cooking breakfast for a boy."

Courtney smiled. "I'm cooking for you Dumb Dubs," she replied.

Karen smiled at the teasing nickname. "Can I help?" she offered.

Courtney had her work the waffle iron while she fried the bacon. She managed to coax Winston to her by offering a small piece as a bribe, and he licked the grease from her fingers happily. Courtney normally did not give him those sorts of treats, which made the bribery doubly effective. Soon he was following her around again, first in anticipation of more treats and then because he fell back into his old habit of affectionate reverence.

Now if only Karen was so easily appeased.

Courtney could sense her friend's anger and frustration, but did not know what to do about it. It helped when she realized that it was not directed at her necessarily, if anything it was internalized, which worried her. Karen had an awful habit of being very hard on herself. She never felt like she was smart enough, or beautiful enough, or nice enough. She took failure hard for reasons Courtney had never understood. Her parents had always been very supportive and kind. Courtney had always regarded Karen as a role model.

She was so smart, kind, and beautiful.

Rob exited the shower and the three of them shared a breakfast that was both pleasant and awkward at the same time. None of them knew how to act but none of them were mad with any of the others. It did not help that all were on edge; Karen because she was angry at herself, and the other two because they did not know what was wrong with her and because of Courtney's resurfaced memories. Courtney was tempted to retreat back to the old dynamic where she and Rob were the couple and Karen was just the friend, but that was no longer true and that was precisely what Courtney had thought she had wanted.

Courtney had anticipated awkwardness but she had not expected this. She had thought they were above this. Courtney had begun to piece together the cause of Karen's self-directed anger. There was only one reason why Karen would be feeling that way. She may not have seen her friend for a long time but she was still able to read her. She had to be thinking or feeling something that she did not think was appropriate.

Piecing this together with Rob's apparent unease at their morning's interaction Courtney guessed what the source was, and it was the very thing Rob had predicted but which she had assured him would not be a problem.

Jealousy.

Once she knew this she started to feel bad about her behavior the previous evening. They had basically ignored Karen after Rob had arrived, and then she had just dragged him off to what she still considered their bedroom the moment dinner was done, this in spite of the fact that they had already had the entire weekend together.

Courtney started to feel defensive as she started putting the pieces together. There might have been better ways to handle her return, but Karen was overreacting. What right did she have to feel jealous? Rob was her boyfriend. Courtney realized she was becoming angry for no reason. Karen was already punishing herself. She was angry at herself because she realized the very thing that was angering Courtney. She was furious with herself for feeling jealous when she knew she had no right to.

Then Courtney began to wonder...

Karen and Rob left for school, and Courtney was left alone to her thoughts. She fought back her anger, trying to emulate Rob who always thought so clearly, who so rarely misstepped. But as she did so, as she tried to think like he did, she began to wonder if she had been wrong. How could they get through this? Because, as Courtney realized, Karen had every reason to feel jealous. In her wisdom Courtney had encouraged Rob to fall in love with Karen in the way he loved her, and the problem was he had succeeded in making her friend feel the same way he made her feel.

Courtney cursed herself for constantly underestimating how strong Karen had felt for Rob prior to setting them up. To her she had loved Rob first but had given him up. She had gotten Adam in his place, and had suffered terribly for it. Irrational guilt filled Courtney, an old feeling that she had long fought to keep at bay. Questions tugged at her, 'what if' scenarios went through her mind. What if she had refused him? What if he had still been pursuing Karen? Would things have been different?

Of course they would have, and Courtney knew it. That was the source of her guilt. She never could have predicted what was going to happen, but she had known that Adam was terrible for Karen and Rob had been a temptation. A better option. A way out. If Rob had been there when Adam had turned violent, if he had been there to entice Karen to stray, then perhaps she never would have gotten hurt. But Courtney had taken that away. She had fallen in love with Rob, and she had selfishly put her own feelings ahead of those of her friend even though deep down she had known her friend was lying when she had said that there was nothing between them.

Courtney found herself crying. She was a wretched friend. She was a terrible person. It was her greatest sin, and her greatest failure. Worst of all it had led to the best thing that had ever happened to her. Rob. How could that be bad? How could that not be part of the plan for the universe? How could they being together not be what was right? Courtney felt weak, she felt lightheaded. She retreated to their bedroom and gained some comfort from the scent of Rob on the pillow.

What would he have told her? She was always so good at hearing his voice but it would not come to her. It was like she was cut off. All she could hear was a ringing in her ears as she sobbed into the pillow that she had been crying rapturously into twelve hours earlier. She was questioning her motivations for everything now. Had she encouraged Rob to sleep with Karen out of love for her friend or because she had felt responsible for what had happened to her? Had she told him to love Karen like her because she did not deserve him and was trying to replace herself?

Courtney was so confused, so hurt, so angry, so guilt-ridden. She was supposed to be unpacking but she wound up lying crippled by the intensity of her muddled emotions and whirlwind of thoughts. Had she ever been a good friend? To anyone? She tried to be, but the more she thought about it the more she began to wonder. She remembered how she had hurt Brianna by never telling her about her attraction to other girls. And with Amy back in high school...

Stop.

The voice was clear. It was Rob's piercing through the fog and silencing all the dark whispers inside. Courtney blinked and sat up, suddenly knowing exactly what she had to do. The only thing she could do. It was obvious really. It was precisely what she had envisioned from the beginning, only she had lost sight of what that was. She knew she was a good friend, or at least tried to be, and that was all anyone could do.

Only someone with precognition would have been able to predict what was going to happen with Adam. There had been something there to love once, something to draw Karen to him in the first place. He had not been born evil, he had been polluted, corrupted to the point he was unrecognizable from the cute smartass he had been as a teenager. He had still been a monster, but Courtney had not known that when she had 'taken' Rob away from Karen. He had not yet made that side of him known.

If she was honest with herself she knew that the only thing she had been considering when she had started off with Rob was that he was attractive and a great lay. Sure she had liked him, but it had been far removed from love. She had been incapable of feeling that before Rob had worn her down. Even if there was an actus reus there was no mens rea. As Courtney realized this she began to calm down, and was able to consider her problem more logically.

Love.

That was all that was needed. She needed to show Karen how much she loved her. She needed to remind her that jealousy was unnecessary. She was not trying to steal Rob; he belonged with both of them. She was not sharing him, and she was not allowing him to sleep with Karen. Karen had as much right to him as she did. She needed him as much as she did. It was the same argument that she had posed to Rob when she had tried to convince him to start this in the first place; she had just forgotten her own convictions.

But she was clear now, and she knew what she had to do.





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Courtney nodded and became quiet again. She was glad she had waited to talk to him, and relieved to find them on the same page. It reaffirmed her earlier assertion that this was the best path to take. Still, she was worried.

"What are you thinking?" Rob asked.

"I'm scared," she admitted.

"Of what?" he asked.

"Losing you, losing Karen... We're playing with something dangerous here," she said.

"You can't lose me," Rob told her. "I'll come and find you."

Courtney laughed softly and felt a bit better. He held her until the water grew cold and then the two went to bed. They made love and then fell to sleep.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 17



Author's Note: 

This is the seventeenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the other chapters before reading this one. As always thank you all for your comments and ratings on the previous installment. I hope all my American readers had a fun and safe Memorial Day weekend. 

Now, I hope you all enjoy. 

-Max 

Chapter 17: The Past's Ghosts 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 17



When she next drew her fingers outward, it was Rob's that plunged back inside. Karen groaned loudly against her kiss with Courtney as Rob's much longer, and thicker digits burrowed inside of her. His fingers went to work immediately and Courtney set her now free hand to the task of fondling Karen's unattended breast. Rob's fingering technique was more aggressive, more masculine than Courtney's. It was not just the difference in the dimension of his fingers, but of intent. 

Karen's lustful moans grew in volume under the dual treatment. Rob's fingers worked in and out of her fast, while Courtney's hands continued their languid squeezing of her breasts as though to serve as a contrast and confuse her already clouded mind. The palm of Rob's hand tapped against her clit each time his fingers thrust into her, and the merciless abuse to her G-spot was making her frantic. They were ganging up on her, she realized with some resentment, but she enjoyed it too much to complain. 

Not any one of them, except perhaps on some occasions Rob, could last more than a few minutes if the other two applied themselves. Normally there was more teasing involved, but the way Rob was fingering her was in no way a tease. He intended to get her off, and if this went on for much longer he would get his wish. Karen felt her heart rate rising, and her body heating up. She had to pull away from her kiss with Courtney to gulp air into her lungs as her breathing grew shallow. 

Courtney brought her mouth to Karen's neck and kissed the flushed skin. 

"Are you going to cum Dubs?" she asked. "Are you going to cum on his fingers?" 

"I—I—" Karen could manage no reply. 

Karen was close, agonizingly close. Her body screamed with its desire to release the tension building up inside. She felt it trying to grasp at her, but missing just barely and brushing against her as little tremors began to run through her. Then, just as it was about it trap her in its talons, Rob pulled his fingers from her entirely and Courtney's hands left her breasts. Karen let out a groan of frustration and nearly went off anyway. She attempted to bring her own hands to her pussy to finish herself off, but Courtney grabbed them before she could. 

"W-why?" Karen panted. 

"Because you've been a naughty girl," Courtney told her. "And it's Christmas Eve. You need to make reparations" 

"I w-was bad?" Karen stammered. Her heart was racing and she could hear it thudding in her ears. 

"Yes," Courtney said. "And if you want presents you have to be a good girl tonight." 

"But I'm the evil one, right?" Karen offered. "I'm past saving. I don't need presents. Just let me have this, please!" 

Karen could hear the desperate note in her voice, and wondered why this was having such an effect on her. Then she realized it was because they were usually so indulgent of her. They usually gave her what she wanted, and only teased her in the most playful of ways. This... this was different. This was Rob's style with Courtney. Karen had witnessed it once or twice, often in the morning. He would bend Courtney over the sink while she was brushing her teeth and ignore her protests as he drew her panties down. Then he would fuck her almost to the point of climax, only to pull out before she reached it. 

A groan similar to the one Courtney always made when he did that escaped Karen. 

However, though she despaired in some ways she was elated in others. Both Rob and Courtney felt that she was ready to be treated as an equal. Thus far their threesomes had been decidedly in her favor. Everyone got off in the end, but Karen always got extra. They treated her special because they worried so much about her regressing or having an episode. They could not relax and see to their own release until Karen was thoroughly satisfied. 

Tonight that seemed set to change. 

Rob pulled away and stood at the side of the couch. He pulled his shirt over his head, and let his jeans fall to the floor. Courtney's hands continued their manipulation of Karen's breasts as Rob fed his tumescent member past her lips. She hummed softly as her head remained still, and Rob rocked his hips gently back and forth. His quickly swelling organ slid between her shiny lips, and Karen turned her head to watch him gently thrust into Courtney's mouth. 

Karen felt Courtney squirming against her back, and decided to embrace her new equality among them. She remained reclined back against Courtney, and reached her hand forward to cup Rob's hanging balls. They sat heavily in her small palm, despite her efforts to drain them throughout the day. Karen massaged them, and Rob hummed his approval. His hand swept across Courtney's left cheek, and curled around the back of her head. He held her still as he pushed further forward and forced more of his length past her lips. 

Courtney gagged softly, but had been ready for it. Karen had learned quickly how in tune Rob and Courtney were, and strove to achieve the same level of understanding. When she watched the two of them together Karen felt like an ersatz lover. It did not sadden her, however, nor did it worry her. She was newer to this, and less experienced than either of them. They were teaching her, even if to them they were simply expressing their love and releasing their pent up sexual tension with her. 

Courtney would not like Karen thinking like that, she insisted on equality among the three of them. Karen understood that something like that would take time. Eventually perhaps she would be as attuned physically to the two of them as they were with each other, but for now she lacked the effortlessness with which they acted upon each other. Like all things, and like all relationships, they simply needed time. 

Karen drew away from Courtney, whose squirming had become worse. She turned and gripped the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Karen felt Rob's attention turn to her as she pulled Courtney's pajama bottoms down her legs and felt a familiar twinge. Nervousness. Courtney seemed to be perfectly okay with being watched, in fact she seemed to get off on it. She was something of an exhibitionist, Karen supposed, and she wished she had the same confidence. 

It was less of a problem when she was being acted upon, but to be the doer made her feel strangely, irrationally shy. It had worn off a great deal since they had started this experiment, but still that slight twinge remained. That did not stop her, however, from stripping Courtney of her pajama bottoms and kneeling down between her legs. She bent forward, and her mouth closed over the gleaming folds of Courtney's pussy. 

Courtney hummed pleasurably as Karen's tongue went to work. Vibrations from her lustful orations ran up through Rob's shaft, and she gagged a little more loudly the next time his cock slid into her throat as her concentration was momentarily broken. She recovered from the new development quickly, however, and her throat soon yielded to the insistent press of Rob's cockhead. 

Karen slid two of her fingers into Courtney to mimic what Rob had done to her, and swept her tongue over the firm bud of her clitoris. The energetic wet sounds of Karen's tongue and fingers working Courtney's pussy drifted up to Rob. Courtney's eyes were shut and her lips were wrapped around the girth of his pulsing organ, but her expression said everything it needed to. Rob almost laughed at how depravedly happy she was. 

Karen's tongue circled Courtney's clit as she rapidly thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. Rob's erection grew to full mast, and he withdrew from Courtney's mouth. The seal of her lips on his member was broken with an audible pop, and Karen's eyes drank in the wonderfully erotic sight of the multicolored lights on the Christmas tree illuminating the spider web of saliva and pre-cum bridging the gap between Rob's member and Courtney's pouty lips. 

Rob approached Karen and guided her mouth to his bobbing cock. Courtney adjusted her position so that she was sitting on the couch rather than reclining back against the arm rest. Rob ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and brought it to the junction of her legs. He looked at Courtney as Karen continued to fellate him, and began to move his hand in a circular pattern over her sex. Courtney's hands wrapped around his forearm, and used the grip to thrust up against his hand. 

Courtney was already panting from the treatment Karen had administered, and Rob's ministrations were more aggressive. He slid two of his long fingers into her drooling box, and let her thrust against them herself as he turned his gaze back to Karen. She smiled up at him as she caressed the head of his cock adoringly with her soft, wet tongue. Courtney's thrusting against his hand became more feverish, and forced Rob's attention back to her. 

Rob pulled away from Karen, and knelt down in front of Courtney on the floor. 

"Hold her hands back," he told Karen. 

Karen grinned and went to the task. She pried Courtney's hands off of Rob's arm, and straddled her body. She pushed her hands against the back of the couch forcibly, and then kissed her. Facing away from him, Karen had no idea what Rob was doing to Courtney, but it made her really struggle to keep the brunette contained. She could hear the wet squelch of his fingers thundering in and out of Courtney's pussy, and from that was able to glean that he was fingering her, hard. 

Rob had one of Courtney's legs slung over his shoulder, and the other splayed outward lewdly as he relentlessly plunged his fingers in and out of her weeping box. Her hips writhed, and her torso wiggled against Karen's as she felt the impending orgasm grow nearer and nearer. Don't stop. She wanted to cry out, but Karen smothered her pleas with her mouth. It was among the least graceful kisses Courtney had ever shared, it was pure savagery. 

Karen heard and felt Courtney groan in exasperation when, she assumed, Rob pulled his fingers out of her pussy. But, just as Courtney was about to wrench her mouth away from Karen's and demand that he finish what he had started, the bulbous helm of his engorged member pried past her opening and his entire length drove into her with one powerful thrust. Courtney's teeth clenched and she nearly chomped down on Karen's tongue. 

A singular rumble went through her. Not a climax, but very close. Rob held his cock inside of her as the walls of her channel embraced him welcomingly. She was on the precipice, and, if he had wanted to, a single thrust would have likely been enough to finish her. But he remained still and listened to the aggravated sounds Courtney made against Karen's insistent lips. She pushed her hips up against him and he moved with her motions rather than against them, which gave her little satisfaction. 

Rob reached down and shoved her down against the couch to stop her squirming. He drew back with tantalizing slowness, inch by swollen inch, until just the head of his cock remained inside of her. Rob made short thrusts, barely feeding her pussy more than three inches of his whole length, and then lunged forward to spear her on his shaft. Courtney growled against Karen's mouth, and her arms strained to escape the surprisingly tight grasp of Karen's hands. 

Rob held himself inside of her, and then slowly withdrew once more. Courtney felt each and every inch as it left her, and groaned as he again performed precisely three shallow thrusts at the cusp of her sex. Then he drove into her once more. This time he pulled back again and thrust deep inside of her without delay. Courtney squealed against Karen's mouth, and again nearly bit her tongue off as her jaw clenched. This time the rumble that ran through her was followed by a steady quake as her orgasm ran through her body. 

Karen barely held on as Courtney thrashed beneath her. Rob's shaft settled inside Courtney convulsing pussy as she came, but he was nowhere near the point of climax. Rob released his hold on her hips to let her push herself up against him to milk her climax for every exquisite drop of pleasure it had to offer. Then, when she slumped back against the couch, he withdrew. Rob had been eyeing Karen's gleaming pussy as she knelt on the couch before him straddling Courtney's legs. He straightened and grabbed her left hip to pull her backwards towards the edge of the couch. 

Rob eased himself into her, and began a steady thrusting rhythm. Courtney gazed up at Karen as she braced her hands on the back of the couch and her body rocked from Rob's thrusts. She pushed Karen's shirt higher, and exposed her ripe, round breasts to her greedy gaze. Courtney cupped Karen's breasts as Rob took her from behind in long, deep strokes. She craned her head forward and wrapped her lips around her protruding nipple. 

Rob's hips slapped against Karen's ass as he thrust into her forcefully. She was sturdy beneath him, and took every impact resolutely. Her breathing deepened as Courtney's hands manipulated her breasts, and she heard Rob's breath growing labored behind her. Karen's hair whipped forward as he rammed his hips into her, and then he lifted her up commandingly by the shoulders. Karen was teetering on her knees on the edge of the couch, and she fell back against Rob's front. 

Courtney followed Karen, and sat up in pursuit of her breasts. Rob pulled Karen's t-shirt the rest of the way off and discarded it thoughtlessly before taking a hold of her hips and driving into her mercilessly. Karen's hands went to the back of Courtney's head, and clutched her to her bosom as the brunette feasted upon it. Her mouth suckled at her nipples while her hands squeezed the fleshy swells. Karen was breathing hard, and sucked in air harshly when Rob brought a hand between her legs. 

Rob's other hand came upward and pressed against the top of Courtney's head. Thus far their threesomes had been limited to the bedroom, and navigating around the couch was proving to be touch awkward. Therefore, Courtney was paying more attention for cues such as the one Rob had just given her. She felt him pushing her down and got an idea of what he wanted her to do. She slid forward, going between Karen's spread legs, and settled onto the ground with her head tilted back. 

Courtney was looking up at Karen's glistening pussy, and when Rob slid his cock out from Karen's pussy he pushed her downward by the shoulders it fell directly onto Courtney's waiting mouth. He knelt on the floor between Courtney's legs and entered her. Karen felt the vibration of Courtney's moan run through her pussy, and she grabbed a hold of her by the hair as she started rocking her hips against her tongue. Rob's hand pressed flat against her upper back, and Karen leaned forward once more. 

Rob's hand left her back and slid along her perineum until his fingers brushed against Courtney's lower lip. He worked his cock into her steadily while Karen rode her face. Courtney brought her mouth up to Karen's clit, and flatted her tongue against it. Rob pressed two fingers together, and pushed them into her pussy. He held them still and Karen pushed back against his invading digits, only to drag her clit along Courtney's tongue in the process. She pushed forward to bring forth the scintillating sensation again, before the desire to be filled again drove her to push back against his probing fingers once more. 

Rob rested his free hand on Courtney's hip as he rocked into her steadily. She could not have been very comfortable in her current position, but she did not complain. Karen's hips rocked as she slowly fucked herself with Rob's fingers, and rubbed her clit against Courtney's tongue. Rob slid his fingers from her and pushed his thumb inside to get it coated and slippery with her nectar before pressing it against her anus. 

Karen stiffened. 

"Relax," Rob told her. "Push back on my fingers." 

Karen did as he said, and the two digits returned to the confines of her channel while a new invader pushed its way past her anus. Her experience with anal was still limited, but it was something she enjoyed. In part it was that it was unique to Rob. He was the only person to whom she had willingly given that part of herself. But also she got a wicked pleasure at being penetrated in a way that was purely meant for pleasure and had no reproductive reason for feeling so good. 

Once firmly lodged inside her ass, Karen pulled away from Rob's invading digits. As she did her clit moved dragged along Courtney's tongue, and sent rippling shivers of pleasure up her spine. Rob continued to fuck Courtney steadily, and with rhythmic thrusts gradually drove her to the brink of climax. It was good that all Courtney had to do for Karen was stick her tongue out and hold it flat against the stiff nubbin of her clit. 

Rob's balls began to ache with the need for release, and he was too weak willed to fight it. The sight of Karen straddling Courtney's upturned face was extremely erotic, and the way the familiar walls of Courtney's channel held his member made it throb in ejaculatory anticipation. He began to feel the telling tensing of his lower abdominal muscles, and the spike in heart rate. His breathing changed and became erratic and he felt himself starting to tense. 

At the same time Courtney was struggling. She was lightheaded from being smothered by Karen's flowing pussy, and her heart pounded in her ears in time with the throbbing she felt down in her core. The throbbing she recognized, and it spread lower to her pelvic region as Rob's cock pummeled her still sensitive pussy. A flush bloomed on her neck and down along her chest, and her abdominals tensed and relaxed as she tried to hold on but kept losing it. 

Karen pushed back against Rob's thumb and shuddered pleasurably as it slid up into her rectum. Courtney cried out beneath her as she finally lost control and the vibrations of her lustful bellows sent scintillating vibrations up through her clit. Karen shoved herself down against Courtney's tongue and bucked against it as she sped towards her own climax. She hit it when she heard Rob's guttural groan as he arrived at his orgasm. 

Rob heard Karen's lustful cry as he felt the pressure building at the base of his cock burst, and withdrew his pulsing member as he went up onto his knees between Courtney's twitching legs. A gleeful streamer of cum erupted from the helm of his engorged member and formed a thick line from Courtney's collarbone to the apex of her right breast. His erection twitched again and the next shot impacted the lower curve of Karen's ass. The next shot went higher and impacted Karen's lower back as she hunched over Courtney. The splatter sent droplets down onto the tops of Courtney's breasts. 

The initial fanfare of Rob's climax trailed off, but he drained a few more good cords onto Courtney's stomach and between her breasts before finishing completely. He fell back, sitting against his heels, and gazed at the two young women in front of him dazedly as he panted. Karen lifted herself from Courtney's face, and revealed that her chin, lips and even her cheeks had a generous gloss of her sweet nectar spread over them. Her torso was lined with the translucent white streaks of Rob's seed and her chest rose and fell like a smith's billows as her orgasm coursed through her. 

Tendrils of Rob's cum clung to Karen's buttocks and back as she stood up on rocky footing. Little twitches of pleasure ran up the insides of her thighs as she gazed down at her gasping friend. Courtney flashed her an immensely satisfied smile and Karen felt giggles bubbling up before she could fight them back. It felt good to laugh after having shed so many tears and she allowed herself to do it. Rob joined in behind her and even Courtney chuckled softly as she slowly replenished her body's oxygen supply. 

"Have I made enough reparations?" Karen asked. 

Cortney inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "Not quite," she replied. "You need to clean me up." 




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Karen grinned. "In the shower?" 

Courtney shook her head. "With your tongue," she replied as she pulled down on Karen's hips. 

Rob's wilting member bobbed its agreement with that suggestion. 





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"She's said she wants to spend the night in," Rob protested. 

"C'mon man! She's obviously just trying to not make a fuss," Richard countered. 

Rob gave Richard an 'Are you kidding me?' look, Courtney would never do anything to 'not make a fuss'. 

"How about this," his cousin continued before he could interrupt. "I drove Jenna home for the break and she invited me to her New Year's party. She was saying that the two of you haven't seen each other in nearly two years. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you and Courtney came as well." 

That was true. After their last encounter Rob had felt no real reason to hang out with his ex-girlfriend. They corresponded via various social networking sites or text message pleasantly enough on occasion, but apart from that had little to do with each other. It was not a dislike, in fact he considered her a friend, but their paths just had not crossed and they had made no moves to meet up. This was a mutual position, so why was Richard bringing it up? And why was he looking so sheepish? 

Richard saw Rob's questioning look, and looked away. 

"What's going on Richard?" Rob asked. 

"Nothing," he said. "I just thought it'd be good for you two to get out. Maybe see some of your old friends. People are still freaked about that meltdown you had after grandpa..." 

"There was nothing wrong with me," Rob cut in sharply. 

"I'm just saying, you burnt a lot bridges in that time, and I think maybe you should try repairing some of them," Richard said diplomatically. "Courtney never asks why the only friend you still hang out with from high school is Wayne?" 

Rob was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "It's not like she hangs out with all her friends from high school all the time either," he said. 

"Yeah," Richard said. "But she still has a group of people she invites to parties and things. When was the last time you went to a party from one of the old crowd?" 

"They're Jenna's friends," Rob pointed out. 

Richard made a sound. "Like they can't be both? You two hardly had a bad break up. Apart from..." he trailed off, not wishing to anger Rob again but managing to irritate him all the same. "She doesn't want to keep you from your old friends Rob." 

"And how do you know so much about what she thought about it?" Rob asked curtly. 

Richard froze and his heart jolted in his chest, but Rob did not notice. He had sped up as they turned the last corner that would take them around the block. The two walked in silence until they reached the end of the driveway. Rob stopped walking and turned to Richard. 

"I'll ask Courtney if she wants to go," he said. 

Richard grinned. "Great!" he replied a little too excitedly. 

Rob smiled in return. He was sorry for acting so defensive, but it was unkind to do this to his cousin. He was giving him hope for a future with Karen that did not exist. Karen was totally uninterested in a relationship outside of the one she had with himself and Courtney. Rob could not see her breaking out of that to pursue something that would be long distance for at least another year and a half, and with someone that she did not know or love nearly so much as himself and Courtney. But it was a part of the illusion that he had agreed to put forth. 

"Why don't you invite Karen?" Richard suggested as they reached the front door. "That way Courtney will know somebody." 

Rob knew Richard was trying to be subtle but it would have been difficult for him to be more transparent. Though just because he had ulterior motives did not mean that what he said was totally without merit, and Rob had already reached the conclusion that Karen should go as well. 

"Alright," Rob said. "Do you think Wayne and Amy could go as well?" 

Richard laughed as they stepped through the front door. "Wayne's got an open invitation to basically any party in the city, especially with all those NFL draft rumors floating around." 

Rob nodded. With every passing week, and every game played, it became clear that Wayne was something unique. He had a tenacity, and a strength that was shocking to watch on the field. It did not seem possible that he should be able to do the things he did, but his form or his fitness always was superior to his adversaries. Off the field he was still the loveable, frequently quoting guy Rob had known for years, but on it he had gone to a level Rob could never have predicted back in high school. 

"The move's going to be rough on them," Rob said. "He won't like leaving Amy behind." 

Richard nodded. "But sometimes you have to make big moves and sacrifice things to get what you want." 





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"I've known Amy since high school," he said. "We've always been friends, and it took me a long time to realize that I wanted us to be more. Even after we started dating, when everything was going well, I found myself wanting to keep her at a distance because we'd been such good friends and worried that we would ruin that. This led to fights, and she nearly broke up with me at one point. I almost lost her because I was afraid of committing myself to her, and every time I have since then we've only gotten stronger." 

"Okay," Karen said. "But why now? Everything's fine between you two right?" 

Wayne nodded. "We are," he agreed. "But things are going to get tough. It hasn't started yet, but I can tell she's scared of what will happen when I leave." 

"When you leave?" Karen asked. 

Wayne nodded. "I've been getting offers, and one came in about a week ago that's really attractive. Normally these things come in later but left tackles are in high demand this season, and I'm pretty much the top at the college level which means that all the recruiters have been really pestering me. It started last year, really, but I told them all I wanted to get my degree first. The offers weren't as strong then, more like invitations to try out, but now they're throwing down real incentives and I'd be crazy to ignore them." 

"So you're proposing to Amy because you're leaving to play in the NFL?" Karen asked. 

Wayne shook his head. "I'm proposing to Amy because I love her and I want to marry her. I'm doing it now because if I don't I'll be gone all the time and won't have a good opportunity until the off season." 

"Why not wait until then?" Karen asked. 

"Why wait at all?" Wayne countered. "I know I love her, I know that's not going to change, and I know that us being engaged will give her some peace of mind while I'm away." 

Karen was quiet. There were worse reasons to propose to someone. 

"Amy and I have talked about it," Wayne continued. "Not in depth, but whenever we do that's where she sees us going. She wants kids and I want kids, and we both want them while we're both fairly young so we're still active enough to keep up with them. That means we're going to get married while I'm playing pro anyway, why not do it while things are stable and there isn't other stuff confusing the waters?" 

Karen could see that Wayne was very sure of this, and as he drove she realized they were heading downtown. He parallel parked on in front of a small jewellery store with large signs announcing its post-Christmas sales, and climbed out of the car. As she followed him she stopped being doubtful of his intentions and started being excited by them. Her initial misgivings had mostly been perfunctory, she was just surprised by the fact by how much sense it made. 

And worried by what that implied. 

Courtney and Rob had been together for just as long as Wayne and Amy had, and had been living together for just as long as well. If they were to continue following the same timeline as Wayne and Amy, then they should be considering marriage. It made sense in some ways, Rob was finishing school in a few months and Courtney was already working a steady job. They were just about ready to start a life together, but there was something drastically different about their relationship. 

Her. 

Karen was an obstacle to that natural progression because it was functionally impossible for them to all marry each other. It did not take long for Karen to realize that she was thinking of Rob and Courtney as their own unit again, something she had not done for a while now. She had grown used to thinking of herself as an equal partner, because that was how they treated her and thought of her as. But that was in private. In public she was still the damaged friend that they both cared about deeply.  

As she helped Wayne pick a ring and let him use her to ensure that the ring would be the right size for Amy she wondered how long it would be before Rob was asking her to do the same for Courtney. Karen realized with surprise that that did not bother her very much. She did not need marriage to know that the two of them loved her, and in fact found it comforting in a strange way that it would be them making that life-long commitment. 

"How are you going to afford this?" Karen asked as she gazed down at the ring on her finger. There was one large, clear diamond with two smaller bordering it on the yellow gold band. 

Wayne looked at her merrily. "I've been saving up since we moved in together." 

Karen found herself quickly swept up by Wayne's enthusiasm. The sales associate was similarly affected, it was impossible not to smile with Wayne so obviously excited. To see this enormous young man 'ooh' and 'ahh' over jewellery was in itself humorous, but more than that was his verbose and hyperbolic way of describing his love for Amy unprompted. 

"When are you going to ask her?" Karen asked. 

"At Jenna's New Year's Eve party," Wayne replied as he shook his head in bewilderment. They had chosen three candidates, and he kept putting one ring on and then pulling it off Karen's finger to try one of the others. "It's formal dress, so I'll be in a suit and she'll be in a dress. I'll take her somewhere quiet just before the countdown, get on one knee, and pop the question when the clock strikes midnight." 

"Oh, that's lovely!" the salesperson said. 

"Well," Karen said. "At least Courtney and I will be there if she faints or starts crying." 

Wayne rolled his eyes. "I'll be there if she faints or starts crying. I can take care of her you know." 

This was Karen and Wayne's usual state of interaction. They liked to tease and be sarcastic with each other. In that regard they were quite a lot like siblings, which is how they pretty much regarded each other. After a great deal of pained examination Wayne finally made a selection, and the two of them left the little shop. Wayne drove Karen back home, and as she entered the apartment found it in disarray. There was what appeared to be pancake batter splattered on the floor in the kitchen, in the living room the couches cushions had been thrown to the floor, and there was a trail of discarded clothing leading to the bathroom. 

Karen followed the trail of clothing and peered through the half-closed bathroom door. She knew what to expect, she had heard their moans the moment she had entered the apartment, but what she found surprised her. Rob was faced away from her, and Courtney was seated on the bathroom vanity. Her legs were wrapped around him, and she was using them to pull him against her. What was unusual was that Rob's hair was full of pancake batter, and Courtney's calve seemed to be smeared with the same substance. 

"Fuck me," Courtney growled at Rob. 

Rob's hips accelerated and Karen saw the muscles of his arms stiffen as he held Courtney more tightly to prevent her from sliding forward. Courtney's legs slid lower, going from around his waist to his ass, and smeared pancake batter along his flesh as they went. Karen leaned against the door jam and admired the two lovers in their energetic exercise in copulation before interrupting them. 

"Tried to make breakfast?" Karen asked. 

Courtney yelped in surprise and Rob jumped as though he had been caught misbehaving. He turned to look at her from over his shoulder and Karen saw that he had pancake batter on his face as well. Some of it had been cleared off, however, and Karen supposed that Courtney had probably done the job with her tongue. 

"Lunch actually," Rob replied. "A bit late for breakfast." 

Karen grinned and stepped into the bathroom. Courtney had pancake batter on her face as well, and some globes of it had migrated down to her chest and stomach. The brunette smiled at Karen as she leaned forward to kiss her. 

"Having fun without me?" Karen asked in a tone of mock indignation. 

"Nice to get him on my own once in a while," Courtney replied. "You hog him." 

Karen cocked an eyebrow. "Do I? And what have you been up to all morning?" 

Courtney blushed. "Well, you went off with Wayne." 

"What was that about anyway?" Rob asked. 

Karen deflected the question, Wayne had asked her not to tell anyone what he had in mind. The fewer people that knew the least likely Amy was to find out by accident. 

"Nothing," Karen said. "He wanted me to help him pick out a suit for the party. Amy got called into work." 

"Jesus, must have been difficult to get one that fit off the rack," Courtney said. 

Rob nodded. "Probably why she was gone so long." 

Karen just smiled and agreed. Then she reached forward and scooped a stray glob of pancake batter off of Courtney's left breast. 

"You know," she said. "You're hot Courtney, but generally pancakes cook better in a pan." 

"I didn't start it!" Courtney declared indignantly. 

"She kept singing 'Jingle Bells' over and over," Rob said. "I had to shut her up." 

Courtney made a sound of outrage. "I thought you liked my singing," she said with a pout. 

"I do," Rob agreed. "But not the same song a hundred times." 

"So you threw pancake batter in my face?" Courtney countered. 

"No," Rob said. "I threw flour. You went nuclear when you threw the egg. Then I dumped the bowl over your head." 

"Then carried me into the living room!" she exclaimed. 

"But only because you..." 

Karen shook her head as the two of them argued. It was friendly, childish bickering that the two of them seemed to have fallen into the habit of. They liked to 'squabble' and then 'make nice'. Karen thought it might have something to do with Courtney liking to be the 'bad girl' who needed punishment. It was just another way the two of them played together, and Karen joined them in the role of arbitrator and handed out the punishment. Sometimes however, they turned on her and she was 'punished'. 

"Well you didn't have to tickle me!" Courtney shouted through a grin. 

"You pushed my work folder off the table!" Rob exclaimed with a similarly fond expression. 

"That was an accident, and you know it. You're just making excuses so Karen will side with you. But she won't because I ate her out to wake her up this morning," Courtney said. 

Karen suddenly had two sets of eyes on her, and she realized she was now supposed to make a judgement. 

"Yes, Courtney did eat me out. However, Rob got me off like a dozen times while I was reciprocating," Karen said. Rob started to get a pleased look on his face. "However, Rob left the toilet seat up last night and I fell in when I went to pee in the middle of the night." 

Oh shit, Rob's expression said. 

"So I say Courtney and I go have a shower to clean her up, and Rob has to clean up the mess in the apartment," Karen said. 

Rob looked like he was going to argue, but Karen continued. 

"And if he does a good job we'll give him a massage with that new lotion we got him," she concluded. 

"Sounds fair to me," Rob said. 

"Then it's settled," Karen confirmed. "Now," she said to Courtney. "Get into the shower." 

Courtney smiled and nodded excitedly, and Karen smiled to herself. The three of them might not be able to get married, but they were still very much a unit. Forged through adversity and strife their relationship was as strong as any couples. She had allowed herself to forget that earlier today, she had doubted her emotions as she often still did, but that was letting Adam and Eddy win and she was not going to let them. She laughed as Courtney pulled her shirt and pants down, and continued laughing as she was pulled into the shower with her. 

Today was going to be a good day. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 17



It was not snobbery per se, more like exclusion due to a lack of familiarity. All three girls were dressed appropriately, and after the practice Courtney had had charming Rob's family she had little difficulty with people their own age. In fact it seemed as though some people were climbing over themselves to be friendly to her, to the point that she felt like they were trying to gain her favor so that Rob would be happy. It struck Courtney that old habits from high school did not die easily. 

Karen was getting a great deal of attention as well, which she handled gracefully. Courtney detected some irritability from her friend when the male attendees became bolder as they became drunker, but it seemed like nothing more than the normal response to receiving unwanted attention. Richard continued to dance with various young women, but eventually tired and rejoined them in the dining room. Rob and Courtney had been cornered by a few old friends of Rob's, and Karen had been sort of cut out of the conversation. Richard went to her. 

"Well, you look lovely," he told her as he took a drink from the selection out on the table. 

Karen smiled. "Thank you. Nice suit," she replied. 

Richard shrugged with affected humbleness. "This old thing? Just threw it on." 

Karen laughed. "The girls all seem to like it." 

Both their eyes went to the dance floor which was decidedly less energetic than it had been when Richard had been leading the dancing. His dark brown eyes twinkled with mischief and amusement. 

"Surely it's the guy inside of it they like," he replied. 

"Don't know about that," Karen argued good-naturedly, "I'm pretty sure it's the suit." 

Richard laughed and gave her a long look. "You really do look great Karen," he told her in a more serious tone. 

Karen felt her cheeks warm. She did not understand what it was about Richard that always made her so flustered. Plenty of very cute guys had flirted with her and complimented her that evening, but with them she had been able to graciously accept them. With Richard she felt herself getting discombobulated in a way that no guy had ever done before. She liked to talk to him, and she was able to do so just so long as he did not draw attention to the fact that he found her attractive in any way. 

"Thank you," she eventually replied. "So you were in New York all summer?" 

It was a transparent attempt to change the subject, and Richard jumped at it. 

Richard nodded. "I had an internship." 

"How'd it go?" Karen asked. 

"Good. I've already arranged to work for them next summer," Richard replied. "How's school for you? You said you were majoring in psych?" 

"I'm working towards a dual degree in psychology and biochem," she told him. "I completed some extra courses over the summer so my workload wouldn't be too horrendous this year." 

Richard nodded. "Good idea. Sounds intense." 

The two continued to talk, and Karen felt more relaxed as they discussed school. She became aware, however, that they were being watched. Jenna had thus far played the role of hostess by going from person to person ensuring that they were enjoying themselves. Now that the party had more or less hit its stride she seemed to be unsure of what to do with herself. Karen felt her eyes on her and Richard, as though she were watching them but unsure of whether or not to join them. 

Ultimately she chose to join them. 

Karen was relieved. She wanted to be polite to Richard, but she was already in a happy relationship even if she could not be fully open about it. Richard smiled as Jenna approached. 

"Great party Jenna," he told her as the three of them formed a huddle. 

"Thanks," Jenna replied. "Are you having fun? Richard seems to be hogging you," she said to Karen. 

"I'm fine," Karen said. "It's becoming a tradition for Richard and I to stand together standoffishly before midnight." 

Richard grinned. "What can I say? If I can only pick one girl to bring in the New Year it has to be you." 

There it was. The play. The move. Karen wished she had not given him that opening, but she had thought that he would wait until Jenna had left them alone. She had intended to leave with her, and stick close to Rob and Courtney until midnight. That way he would get that she was not interested and still have time to woo another girl to bring in the New Year with. Karen realized that she was effectively being a tease, and that it was cruel to Richard who clearly liked her. But she did not know how to act around him. 

With Wayne it was easy. He was a friend and he would forever be that way. She had never had a great number of male friends, which perhaps was why she was doing such a poor job of getting it across to Richard that that was all she wanted of him. Then again, Karen was not sure Richard would have accepted being just friends. He wanted more, and perhaps if the circumstances had been different she might have considered it. But as it was she was already in love, and had no interest in changing her current situation. 

So, in response to Richard's remark, Karen pretended to believe he was making a joke and laughed. 

"I don't think it's fair of me to hog you all to myself," Karen said with fake cheer, hating herself when she saw his face fall. "I think I should go find Courtney." 

"Oh," Jenna looked confused, and apologetic. "Okay." 

After that graceless farewell Karen hurried away feeling very guilty. She was not trying to lead him on, but ultimately she had somehow made him think he had had a shot. Karen wished that she had never agreed to dance with him all that time earlier in the garage at the Kavanagh house. She felt frustrated, and confused. So she fled, and went in search of Courtney and Rob who made things make sense, and calmed her down. 

"Sorry," Jenna said to Richard as the two of the watched her walk away. 

Jenna saw Richard watching her leave with an expression of forlorn disbelief on his face. 

His jaw tensed. "No, it wasn't you," he replied. "She's just like that. I get in close and then she just..." 

Richard made a hand gesture that indicated Karen disappearing. 

"Why do you keep trying then?" Jenna asked. "Just leave her alone." 

"I can't," Richard replied. "I like her too much." 

"You should back off then," Jenna replied. "Cornering her at social gatherings isn't going to make her like you." 

"What should I do? Wait for her to get drunk and invite her up to my room?" Richard asked snippily. He was being unpleasant towards her undeservedly and he knew it. He regretted the words as soon as they passed his lips. "Sorry," he said. 

Jenna shook her head and took a sip of wine. "No," she said. "It's true." 

"You didn't deserve it," Richard said. "We did nothing wrong." 

Jenna laughed humorlessly. "If we're lying about it we must realize that something was wrong with it." 

"We're not lying about it, we're just not advertising that it happened," Richard replied. 

Jenna took another sip from her glass. "I should go mingle." 

"Alright," Richard replied. 

The two separated, with Richard going to the dance floor and Jenna going to speak to a gaggle of girls in dresses. As he was leading Natalie Edwards through a dance he spotted Karen. She looked to have been cornered by Charlie Polgar while searching for Rob and Courtney. He was a rather boorish young man dressed in a tweed suit that fit him badly enough that it looked like he may have borrowed it from his much more pleasant older brother Alfie, who was nowhere to be seen. 

Richard saw the forced smile on Karen's face. He could not help but chuckle internally at the predicament she found herself in. Richard prepared himself to help her escape from it as he concluded his dance but was beaten to it. Rob had apparently witnessed the scene as well, and Richard watched as he took action. Richard frowned at what he saw. Rob's arm went to encircle Karen's waist, and she naturally seemed to fall into the half embrace before they caught themselves and drew away from each other. 

Richard was swept up into a dance with Kelsie Crownover and was too distracted to really pay a great deal of attention to the rest of that interesting little display. He told himself he was just imagining things, and decided to ignore it. Rob loved Courtney, and he was not one to be disloyal. It would have gone against their grandfather's code, and if there was one thing Rob would not do it was to go against the morality instilled into them by their grandpa. 

Even if Richard could not. 

The party kept going, and couples began to form up as the midnight hour approached. Old pairings from high school, haphazardly thrown together couples, and duos igniting from long burning embers now having me the necessary conditions for combustion. Rob stood happily with Courtney and Karen talking to some of his oldest friends, and kept reminding himself to thank Richard for convincing him to go to this. He had been hiding from these people out of embarrassment for the way he had acted in a time of distress for far too long, and was happy to be able to rejoin them with the two girls by his side. 

Midnight drew near, and one party guest was getting increasingly nervous. Wayne reached into his pocket for the hundredth time to ensure that he did in fact have the ring with him. He forced himself to keep on his usual smile and laid back demeanor, but Amy had picked up on his nerves before they had even left their apartment. She had asked him about it and he had brushed her off, but as his nervousness grew he knew she was becoming worried. 

At five minutes to the hour Wayne took Amy's hand and pulled her away from the group of people they had been watching. Amy protested and asked where he was taking her, but he ignored her. He spotted Karen, it was difficult not to in her burgundy dress, and their eyes connected for a moment. She smiled at him, and he returned it reflexively. He felt a bit better by the time he reached the patio door and opened it. He went through it, and pulled Amy outside with him. 

"Wayne it's freezing out here!" she protested. "We're going to miss the countdown." 

Wayne shrugged off his jacket wordlessly and wrapped it around her to keep her warm. 

"What are we doing out here?" Amy asked. "You're being weird." She was completely swallowed up by his jacket, and looked staggeringly beautiful with the way the light illuminated her from one side. The dramatic shadows on her face served to accentuate the delicate lines of her elegant features. 

"Just want some air," Wayne replied. He looked into the house and saw that it was now two minutes to midnight. He needed to start his speech now so that he could get through it in time. 

"But we're going to miss..." Amy began. 

"Amy," Wayne began, and then he continued. He had rehearsed the words after writing them down with the greatest care. They came from him so they were easy to say, and once he got started it was easy. He told her how much he loved her in the way only he could, and as he said the words his confidence grew. "So," he said as he reached into his pocket, "since I find myself feeling all these things, and since I know that these things are forever true, I have decided that I would like to create a forever with you." 

"Wayne..." Amy said softly. Her eyes widened as he went down onto one knee. 

"Which is why I am asking," he continued as he opened the small box and revealed the ring within. "Will you be my wife Amy Fortier?" 

Amy gazed down at him with wide blue eyes. "Y-yes," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "I-I will." 

Wayne smiled up at her and her lips curled up at the corners as he stood and took a hold of her hand. He pulled the ring out and slipped it over her slender finger. Then a chorus of cheers erupted from within the house, and Wayne grinned. 

"Happy New Year Baby Doll," he said. 

His sports coat fell from Amy's shoulders as she closed the last of the distance between them and flung herself into his arms. Their lips met joyously, and Wayne's arms encircled Amy. He squeezed her to him tight as he cradled the back of her head and she pulled him by the nape of his neck down to her. It was a wet kiss with her happy crying, and she was also laughing which made it clumsy as well. Wayne joined her in her giggles and the two laughed, kissed, and held each other while a chorus of singing erupted from within the house. 

Inside, Richard was standing rooted to the spot. He had spotted Rob, Courtney and Karen slipping away from the main group of the party just before midnight had arrived. Rob knew the house and had led them to a guest bedroom presumably for privacy. Richard had followed and none had noticed him. At first he thought Rob wanted privacy to kiss Courtney at the arrival of midnight, but soon realized that made no sense if Karen was with them. Then he had come upon the closed door. 

Richard knew he should not have opened it. He knew that he should have left it. Forgotten it. Ignored it. But he could not do it. He had reached forward. He had grabbed the knob and turned it. The cheers from downstairs fell into the background when he saw proof of what he had only just begun to suspect. The three of them, engaged in a three way kiss, with Rob switching between both girls before the girls came together. It was at that moment that Rob spotted Richard, and it was at that moment that Richard found himself immobilized. 

Karen reached for Rob, but noticed that his expression had taken one of distress. She turned her head to follow his line of sight and froze when she saw Richard. Courtney was last to notice him and was similarly immobilized. 

"Richard..." Rob began. 

His cousin seemed to regain his ability to move at the sound of his voice. Richard took a step back, and then another, and then bolted. 

"Richard!" Rob called after him. 

Neither Courtney nor Karen tried to stop him as he ran after him. A commotion had broken out near the back door, and Rob saw Richard veer off towards the front. He ran after him, shouting his name, but Richard ignored him until they reached the end of the driveway. 

Richard turned abruptly, and Rob came to a halt. 

"Why?" he said softly. 

"Richard it's okay... The three of us..." 

"Why did you keep letting me make a fool of myself?" Richard interrupted, his voice returning to him. 

"That's not what I was trying to do, Richard. I couldn't tell you..." 

"But you could have. You would have. Since when do we hide things from each other Rob?" Richard asked. 

Rob saw the pain in his cousin's eyes, and felt the worst he had in recent memory. But Richard was not finished. 

"Do you know that I hooked up with Jenna?" Richard asked. "I've felt really weird about it because it felt like she was still yours even after so long. I kept telling myself to tell you, that it's you, that you'd get it, that you'd be cool about it. I felt really shitty about it, I felt like I'd betrayed you." 

Rob was stunned into silence. The two of them both went to Harvard, but he had not even had inklings that the two of them might be anything more than friends. After he got over his surprise he was struck by how little it actually bothered him. He had moved on from Jenna, she was free to sleep with whoever she wanted. 

"Are you going to say anything?" Richard asked after a long silence had passed between them. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Rob said. "I couldn't think of a way to get you to stop pursuing Karen without telling you about our situation, and that's something that she doesn't want people to know." 

"You couldn't have said that she's not interested in me? You couldn't have told me she's not looking to date anyone?" Richard asked. 

The lack of emotion in his voice, the sheer deadened tone with which he spoke those words was haunting. 

"I told you that she wasn't looking to date people. What would that have stopped you?" Rob asked. 

Richard was silent. "When did it start?" 

"In July," Rob replied. 

"So while Courtney was gone?" Richard asked. 

"Yes," Rob said. 

"And what, she's just okay with it?!" Richard asked in disbelief. 

Rob nodded. 

Richard ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair as he tried to process what he was hearing. 

"But you two love each other," Richard said. 

"We do, but we also love Karen," Rob replied. 

Richard's hand made another pass through his hair and he shut his eyes as though exhausted. 

"I can't believe this," Richard said. "I can't fucking believe this. I thought you were done with this self-destructive bullshit." 

Rob bristled. "What are you talking about?" 

"You're doing it again Rob," he said. "You're damaging your closest relationships. You're creating a wedge between you and Courtney. You're ruining your friendship with Karen." 

"You don't know what you're talking about," Rob said in a dismissive tone. Normally that would have been enough to end the argument but Richard continued. 

"What about grandpa? Would he have approved of this?" Richard asked. 

Rob's jaw tensed. "Don't you try and bring him into this," Rob said darkly. 

"Why not? You followed everything else he said. Would he have approved of what you're currently doing to Courtney and Karen?" 

"I'm not doing anything to them! I love them!" Rob shouted. 

"You're keeping them from having a real relationship!" Richard bellowed back. 

"You don't know what you're talking about," Rob snarled angrily. He started to walk away but Richard grabbed his arm to stop him. 

"Why do you have to lie about it Rob?" Richard asked. "If it's okay. If there's nothing wrong with it, why not tell everyone?" 

"Karen doesn't want..." 

"Why not?" Richard asked. "What's she afraid of? Why is she ashamed if it's okay?" 

"Don't be an idiot," Rob snapped. He yanked his arm out from his grasp and started to walk away again. 

Richard stepped in front of him, and Rob glared at him. "Move." 

"No. Talk to me. I thought you were finally getting better. I thought Courtney had fixed whatever was wrong with you," Richard said. 

"There was never anything wrong with me," Rob spat. 

"For God's sake Rob I found you in your car trying to gas yourself," Richard entreated. 

Rob stopped trying to get around him and stared him in the eye. 

"I just fell asleep," he told him for what must have been the thousandth time. 

"You tried to kill yourself!" Richard exclaimed. 

"I'm not listening to this..." Rob muttered. He tried to get past Richard but his cousin would not move. 

"He didn't want this for you Rob," Richard said. 

"You know nothing about him!" Rob shouted. 

Richard held his ground. "He was my grandfather too!" 

"I'm the one he asked to do it!" Rob bellowed. 

Richard blinked and faltered slightly. "Rob..." 

"I'm the one who had to end it. I'm the one who he thought loved him enough to kill him when he just wouldn't go. I'm the one he asked to do it because he thought I was strong enough to!" Rob cried. 

Richard shrank back as he saw tears of frustration and sadness welling up in Rob's eyes. 

"I'm the one who let him stay like that, stuck in that bed with all those fucking tubes inside him. The one that let him just waste away because I was too fucking weak to do anything about it. The one he always counted on but that wasn't able to do the one thing he really needed from me," Rob continued. He went to say something more but cut himself off. 

"Rob, he never should have asked it of you," Richard entreated. 

"You don't understand," Rob said tiredly. 

"Why don't you explain it to me then?" Richard retorted. 

Rob took a step towards him and Richard felt his cousin's looming presence. He was only slightly taller, but he had a formidableness Richard had never possessed. 

"It's not my job anymore," Rob said icily. "Something didn't go your way so you're pissed off. Fuck off and stop running away from your own shit like a coward." 




Taken By The Wind Ch. 17



"Isn't that what you're doing? You're using them to run away from it all Rob," Richard replied levelly. 

Rob laughed humorlessly. The single utterance made Richard feel as though he were immensely stupid. 

"Like I said," Rob said, his voice was calm now, almost eerily. "You don't understand anything. Maybe you never will. You don't know what it's like to have any kind of responsibility, and any time you might have to face a hard situation you take off to China, Germany, New York, or wherever you can think of. You think I'm running away? I've escaped Richard. They're my escape. I won't let them down like I did him. Like I did Jane. His moral code, his 'lessons' aren't what he made them out to be. His ghost doesn't haunt me anymore, Richard, I've found living souls to occupy me." 

With that Rob pushed past Richard, and walked back up the driveway. Richard stood where he was, contemplating. The cold eventually drove him back into the house, and when he did he found that new life had been breathed into the party. Wayne and Amy seemed to be the cause of it, and he spotted Courtney excitedly inspecting something on her left hand. Next to her was Karen. His eyes met hers for a moment, and she looked away embarrassedly. 

Karen turned her attention back to her overwhelmed friend. Amy's smile was radiant, but she seemed intimidated by all the attention that was been thrown at her by relative strangers. Karen felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Rob standing next to her. He had a strained expression on his face, but it was only perceptible to her because she knew him so well. He was forcing his features into the arrangement he believed they normally fell, which made him look more severe than he ever did naturally. 

Karen looked at him and tried to read him. He did not seem to want to leave, in fact he approached Wayne and insisted someone get him a congratulatory drink. The party soon became more haywire, and more closely resembled the parties Karen was accustomed to attending. The blazers came off, as did the high heels as the girls decided that their feet had taken enough abuse. The music changed as well, to a mix of hip-hop and electronic music, and the dancing got dirtier. 

Karen could not help but look at Richard. He was dancing with two girls simultaneously, one a blonde and the other a dark brunette. The blonde was short and Karen felt that their figures were eerily similar. She stayed where she was next to Amy who was accosted by droves of inebriated young women keen to see the ring Wayne had proposed with. Karen tried to not look at him, but could not help but follow the path of his hands as they slid down the dark haired girl's front and over her thighs with her eyes. 

Karen looked away as Jenna approached her. 

"Hey," Jenna said as she came to stand next to her. 

Karen forced a smile on her lips. "Hi." 

Jenna was not exactly the person Karen wanted to talk to at that moment. What she really wanted to do was leave. 

"Sucks doesn't it?" Jenna said. Her words were gently slurred and Karen realized that she was at least a bit drunk. "Being alone on New Year's?" 

Karen followed Jenna's gaze and saw that she was looking longingly in Wayne and Amy's direction. She wanted that love, Karen understood, she wanted to have someone she could call her own. Karen understood that desire, perhaps better than most. She laid a comforting hand on Jenna's forearm. 

"You could have any guy you wanted," Karen told her. Those words were not just for comfort; Jenna was easily one of the most attractive girls at the party. 

Jenna shrugged. "Maybe. But that isn't really the same. Knowing that it isn't forever. That it's just temporary. It makes it less somehow. Maybe intense at the time, beautiful even, but it just isn't the same as two people that love each other being together when togetherness is what the moment's about." 

Karen nodded. Jenna may have been drunk, but Karen remembered now that this was the same Jenna Piper that had been consistently on the top of the academic listings in high school. The same Jenna Piper who had so intimidated her merely by walking through the halls of their high school. The Jenna Piper who in high school had held Rob's heart. 

"I'm sorry," Jenna said after they had shared a ponderous silence. "I'm killing the mood. I shouldn't drink, it makes me somber. Beth just gets happy." She gestured towards her sister who was currently dancing with a rather attractive young man who Karen assumed to be Travis. 

Karen laughed. "I'd rather get somber than get all giggly and loud. I get really obnoxious." 

And just like that they were talking. Karen would never have had the courage to talk to Jenna directly in high school. Then she had been royalty, untouchable, the popular girl. But now she was just who she was. A smart, charming young woman not so different from Karen. Like her she was smart in a way that turned some guys off. Like her she worried a lot about her family. But unlike her, Karen realized, Jenna did not seem to have a close group of friends. She was a surprisingly lonely figure. 

Karen enjoyed talking to her a lot. Some of her snobbishness came out once in a while, but it was more innocent ignorance than anything malicious. She just seemed like a very nice girl, and Karen remembered something that Richard had told her all that time ago at the Kavanagh's Fourth of July party. Jenna had wanted to break up with Rob prior to his grandfather dying, but had stayed with him until he was emotionally strong enough to handle their breakup. The remembrance of that fact just made Karen like her all the more. 

They talked for a long time, and as they did both girls felt themselves making a new friend. They had a lot in common. Mostly that they were overachievers academically, a potent combination of natural intellect and a stringent work ethic. Jenna was following a similar academic path of study to Karen, but she hoped to enter neurosurgery. The two of them chatted, and the party continued on around them in the background. 

Richard's response to their argument, Rob realised with disappointment, was to do what he always did when times got tough: pretend it was not happening. During the summer their grandfather had spent dying in a hospital Richard had decided that he wanted to go to China. It was 'to experience the world' before college he had explained at the time. His parent's had reluctantly allowed it, and had had to force him to return when their grandfather's condition had deteriorated to the point that any day could have been his last. 

It was on one of those last days that their grandfather had asked him to end it. Richard had been in the room at the time, but their grandfather had not registered his presence. It was clear that he had meant for Rob to do the deed. Richard had refused to visit their grandfather after that, and his passing had been the starting point for the new relationship dynamic between the cousins. They were no longer as inseparable as they had once been, and they both found themselves putting on a show when around other people to seem as though nothing was wrong. 

Rob had tried to address it at first, but it became clear that Richard could not handle what had happened. He kept dodging him, avoiding him, and eventually Rob had met Courtney and he had no longer felt the loss of his cousin so badly. Richard was still avoiding, he was still evading the ghost left by their grandfather. The request he had made. The wish he had expressed. The plea he had whispered in a deathly soft voice that still rang in both their ears. 

So Richard continued to dance, and the girls flocked to him, and he was surrounded by all the positive attention he could ever crave. And Rob watched, having long since found his refuge. His hand slid into Courtney's when Wayne indicated his desire to leave. Rob's insistence succeeded where Wayne's failed, and the five of them readied to leave the party. They had all taken Amy's minivan, and she had successfully remained sober over the course of the evening despite being offered many drinks. 

"Well," Jenna said when they reached the door. "I hope you all had a good time." 

"It was wonderful Jenna," Courtney replied. "Thank you so much for having us." 

Jenna smiled brightly. "Hopefully we'll see more of each other," she said to all of them, then she turned more directly to Karen. "I'll have to look for the book we were talking about and get it to you before I leave again." 

"Thank you," Karen said. 

Jenna hugged each of them in turn, and perhaps took some extra time with Rob. 

"Well," Jenna said. "'Bye." 

"Goodbye!" the group replied as they stepped out into the cold of the year's first hours. 

Jenna watched them leave with disappointment before rejoining the party. It made her glad to see how happy he was with Courtney, and also to see that Karen was doing so well. Richard had been very troubled about her, but from what she had observed Karen seemed very well adjusted and happy. Jenna was surprised by how well they had gotten along. As she stood away from the main group of the party she started to feel increasingly lonely. She watched her sister dance with Travis, and could not help but smile at the effect she was having on him. His posture betrayed his nervousness, and Beth's her frustration. 

Jenna had never experienced that with Rob. He had always been very confident in himself, always very sure of what to do next. Rob would never have had to been shown to rest his hand low on the waist while dancing like Beth was showing Travis. Jenna felt herself entering the dangerous territory of nostalgia and pushed those thoughts aside. Richard was still dancing, but his failure thus far to settle on one partner had led most girls to lose interest and find other more decisive alternatives. 

Eventually the party guests began to trickle out. Richard was one of the last remaining by the time Jenna decided to wrap things up. She had just finished saying goodbye to the last of the guests at the door when Richard approached her. His tie was undone and the first few buttons of his shirt were unfastened giving him a rather disheveled look. 

"Well," he said drunkenly. "That was fun." 

"Are you alright?" Jenna asked. He sounded completely unlike himself, melancholy and defeated. 

"Yeah," he said "I'm fine. You threw a great party," he told her. 

"Thank you," Jenna said. 

There was some giggling behind them, and Jenna turned to watch as her sister and Travis ascended the stairs clumsily in an awkward embrace. Travis looked as though he thought he were in a dream as Beth pulled him in the direction of her bedroom. The giggling girl and her entranced companion disappeared beyond their sight, and Richard's eyes met Jenna's. 

"I don't think I should drive tonight," he said. 

Jenna downed the last of the wine still contained in her glass before putting it down on the small table next to the door carefully. 

"I think I'll need help cleaning up tomorrow morning," she said. Jenna took a partial step towards him, and let Richard stepped back. 

"You don't want that," he said. 

"How would you know what I want?" Jenna asked. He was as drunk as she was and equally lonely. 

"We've known each other for too long," he replied. 

Jenna's eyes shut and her head tilted downward shamefully. "Sorry." 

Richard's finger pressed against the underside of her chin and drew her eyes back up to his. 

"Don't," he said. For the briefest moment Jenna thought he was going to kiss her, and watched him considering it behind his dark eyes. She wished he would, later they would regret it but in the moment she just wanted to not feel so damn alone. The moment passed, Richard let her go and turned to lean against the wall behind her. She joined him and the two stood in a tense silence for a few moments. 

"Sorry," he said. His hand went over his eyes. "God what the fuck is happening?" he breathed. His head hung forward and he looked utterly exhausted. 

"What happened, Richard?" Jenna asked. 

She had only seen him this visibly upset twice before. The first was after the time he had discovered Rob after his attempt at suicide, and the other was the time the two of them had woken up in bed together after getting blackout drunk and hooking up. They were good friends, and had been since she had first started dating Rob. They had grown closer in the months following the suicide attempt, and somehow those feelings of friendliness had turned into something neither were very proud of. 

"Nothing," he replied. Richard took a hold of the mostly empty bottle of wine sitting on the small table at the house's entrance and downed the rest of its contents in a few hard swallows. 

Jenna looked at him sadly. He truly was one of the most kind and loyal people she knew, and was one of her few true friends. Yes, she had a gaggle of other coeds who she could go out with if she chose to, but none of them were people she confided in. There was the occasional lover, but for the most part she was on her own. Richard had always been there for her, for Rob, even if he had not always been the best at knowing what to do his heart was always in the right place. 

It had to be hard to live under Rob's shadow. Rob, who excelled in nearly everything, who everyone respected, even revered. Rob, who faced such hardship and overcame it without complaining to others, and who in so many ways appeared to be perfect. How could Richard compete with that? His answer was not to. He had never been jealous of his cousin. He had never resented his cousin. He had his own natural talents, the ones he had used to breeze through school and have the free time Rob never had, and he had used them to his advantage. 

"There's something bothering you," Jenna said. 

"I told Rob," Richard said. "About you and I..." 

Jenna felt herself blushing. "What did he say?" 

"He didn't care," Richard replied. 

Jenna was unsure if she was relieved or disappointed by that answer. 

"That's good, I guess," she said. 

Richard laughed humorously. "Yeah." 

"What happened?" she asked again. 

"Nothing," he repeated. 

Richard was not going to betray his cousin, not even after the harsh exchange they had shared and with his blood alcohol level so high. 

"We should go to bed," Jenna said. 

"Yeah," Richard sighed. "Alright." 

The two drunken figures helped each other up long series of stairs that led up to the bedrooms. They came upon the guest room and Richard stepped inside. Jenna stood on the other side of the threshold and looked at him contemplatively. 

"Listen..." she said, pausing. "It doesn't have to be anything... Just, you know... If you're lonely like I am and you want someone with you, I'll be..." she trailed off. 

"Thanks," Richard replied. 

Jenna nodded awkwardly. It was a weird thing to give a man an open invitation to her bed for the night without knowing whether he would accept it. "Well, good night." 

"Good night," he replied. 

Richard closed the door behind him and staggered towards the bed. He stripped down to his boxers, leaving his suit in a heap on the ground, and fell into bed feeling utterly exhausted. Blackness overcame him, and he was asleep. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 18



Author's Note:

This is the eighteenth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already I recommend reading the previous chapters before reading this one.

I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have been receiving wonderful words of encouragement, and it really is appreciated. We're nearing the end, and I hope you all will continue to be so wonderfully supportive!

Now, I hope you all enjoy.

-Max





Taken By The Wind Ch. 18



Gwen said nothing. Her input was as unnecessary as it would be inappropriate to give in the current situation.

"Do you think it might have worked if you and I weren't friends?" he asked her.

Gwen realized he was not yet done talking about him and Sarah. He looked off towards the mountain which was cast in shadows by the stars and crescent moon in the sky. His question bothered her, but she could not help but wonder if that was because she still felt he was being foolish or if it was because he had struck close to home. The two of them had never in any way interacted in a manner Gwen would have considered inappropriate, but Sarah had pointed to her as to the cause of her transgression the previous night.

"I don't know," she replied.

Richard turned to look at her. "What do you think?" he insisted.

"I don't think it matters," Gwen said. "It's over now. There's no point in worrying about the past."

Richard laughed humorlessly and took another long drink from the beer he was holding.

"What?" she asked.

"That's such a bullshit answer," he said.

Gwen bristled. "What do you mean?"

"Of course there's a point in worrying about the past," Richard says. "It's the stuff in the past that shapes everything in the present. The stuff that came before is what made the present possible. You're just giving me a non-answer because that's what you always do when I ask you anything related to relationships."

Gwen looked away from him and was silent. In that silence a realization came to Richard.

"You know, I don't actually know anything about you?" he said. "Like, I know what shows you watch and what books you like, but I don't know anything about your past."

"You never asked," Gwen said. She was uncomfortable with where the conversation had turned, but tried in vain to put forth a front of openness.

"Alright," Richard said challengingly. "This is me asking."

Gwen paused. "I don't know where to start," she said.

"You were born in Manchester, New Hampshire to..."

"Peter and Michelle Dobson," she replied. "But not in Manchester, I was born in New Caledonia. My parents were living there while my mother was there for work."

"See," Richard exclaimed. "I never knew that! How could I not know that?"

"You never asked," Gwen repeated. She was beginning to grow frustrated by this conversation.

"How can I feel like I know you so well, but really not know you at all?" Richard asked softly. He was no longer looking her way, and Gwen wondered if the question did not extend beyond herself.

Gwen turned to look at him. "I don't like to talk about it," she told him.

"Why not?" he asked. His head turned to face her straight on.

"It's not very happy," she said, and by doing so revealed far more than she wished to and encouraged the natural question:

"What do you mean?"

Gwen looked away from him again, normally she was better at dodging questions but she had had too much to drink and her mind was not as sharp as it needed to be.

"I don't think now's the time," she said. She began to get up but Richard's body turned and he pressed a hand to her shoulder to stop her. As they had talked they had grown increasingly close together. Uncomfortably close. Dangerously close.

His hand felt large on her shoulder, and though he was not truly restraining her Gwen became still. Her green eyes looked up into his brown. She saw the pain in his eyes, fresh and still unhealed. And Richard saw, for the first time, the pain in Gwen's. Unlike his it was old, scarred over and faded by time, and far deeper than the pain a simple breakup can cause. He wished to hold her, to draw in that pain and to take on some of the burden he saw in her for the first time.

Gwen did not withdraw as his face neared hers, and their eyes shut as their lips parted. Their mouths pressed together, and Gwen's hand pressed against Richard's bicep. Richard's hand slid from her shoulder and along her throat to the back of her neck, supporting it as the kiss lingered. His tongue prodded her lower lip tentatively, and Gwen abruptly recoiled.

"No," she said.

Richard drew back and looked at her confusedly.

"You're just off a break up," she said. "It's..."

"What I want," Richard finished for her. He tried to kiss her again but she stopped him steadfastly, despite her yearning for the reunion of their lips.

"Richard," she said softly. "Please, I don't..."

Richard was horrified when he realized she was crying.

"Gwen..." he said, "I'm so sorry."

"I can't hurt you," she insisted. Her voice cracked as she said it and Gwen looked away as tears welled up in her eyes. Treacherous tears that only encouraged the very sort of emotions she wished to kill within Richard. He embraced her and though she had been strong enough to stop the kiss she was too weak to stop the comforting gesture, just as she had been able to stop herself from becoming his friend despite the obvious mutual attraction between them.

"What do you mean?" Richard asked.

"I..." Gwen trailed off. "I have..."

Richard drew back and looked straight into her watery eyes.

"What do you have?" he asked.

Gwen could not lie, not to him. Not now. Not anymore. Not when he was asking her directly. She was so exhausted of telling lies through omission. So tired of pretending to be okay to everyone around her. Perhaps the alcohol had sapped her of her ability to keep the emotions bottled up, but with him she just could not keep up the façade any longer.

"It's Huntington's," she said shakily. "I have Huntington's."

Suddenly her strength left her and she clung to him tightly. It was weak of her, it was cruel of her, but she could not stop herself from taking solace in his presence. She had had far too much to drink, and she could hold back no longer. She avoided relationships, she avoided love, and she usually even avoided friendships, because at any time the symptoms could manifest themselves. It could be in one year, or ten, but there was no way to know and once it started there was no way to stop it. Gwen was unwilling to put anyone through what she and her father had gone through with her mother.

"Huntington's?" Richard asked softly.

"It's a neurodegenerative genetic disorder," Gwen said. "My..." she sobbed and his embrace tightened around her, making her feel despairingly better. She went on, she had never told anyone before and it was like a floodgate of honesty had finally opened within her.

Her mother had been diagnosed with the disorder at the age of twenty-nine, one year after having Gwen. The symptoms had been subtle at first, and had lacked a physical component. Her father had noticed it in her mood and cognition. Eventually she had become less coordinated than before, and not long after she had been diagnosed. The symptoms had grown progressively worse, including uncontrolled jerky movements along with a decline in her mental abilities.

There was no cure to be had, however there had been attempts to manage some of the symptoms. Gwen had grown up knowing her mother could die at any time, and slowly watched as she went from the dynamic, beautiful woman who had been her mother to the frail woman who's mind rotted to the point where she did not remember the daughter she had once held dear. She had grown so bad that eventually she had been institutionalized, where she had died at the age of forty.

Gwen had been only twelve.

Gwen told him all this as she wept bitterly against his bare chest. The intimacy of the situation was hardly noticeable to her now. She was, for the first time, telling someone about her past. She told him of the awful, hateful things her mother had screeched at her in her deranged state. Gwen understood now that it had been her illness, but at the time it had felt as though the mother she loved despised her for absolutely no reason and those memories tainted the earlier fond ones.

Richard knew nothing else to do but to hold her. He muttered soothing words to her, and kissed her consolingly on the top of the head. Eventually she released him from the embrace and he loosened his arms around her. Their eyes met, but Gwen's furtively looked away after just a moment.

"Why did you never tell me?" he asked.

"You never asked," she replied.

Gwen had regained some control over herself again. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand with annoyance and frustration. She had had far too much to drink and she had shared too much already, but saw no reason to stop now.

"There's something called 'genetic anticipation'," she told him in a flat voice. "Which basically means that with each successive generation the disease can develop earlier in life. It hasn't started yet for me, but it probably will soon. I had a fifty-fifty chance of inheriting it... I guess I lost that coin toss."

"How do you know you have it at all?" Richard asked.

"Genetic testing," Gwen said. "I had it done when I was sixteen when... Well, when I started wanting to date boys. The disease didn't just kill my mother Richard, it destroyed my father. I won't do that to anyone else, it's bad enough that Dad has to live through it again with me. Asking that of anyone else is something I'm not willing to do."

That explained the one night stands Sarah had taunted her with earlier in the trip. Gwen was still healthy, she still felt sexual desire, however the only way she could satisfy that need in her mind was through casual hookups.

"But what if you're not asking that of someone?" Richard asked.

"What do you mean?" Gwen asked.

"What if someone still falls in love with you?" he asked.

Gwen looked at him with a pained expression.

"Then I'll break their heart."

"And what if their heart's already broken?" he asked.

Gwen had no answer to that question, though she would have had no opportunity to provide one if she had. Richard moved to kiss her and she did not stop him. She had craved it for so long, and she had had far too much to drink. So she kissed him back, knowing it was selfish and knowing it was foolish, she kissed him back with the full ferocity of everything she felt for him.

Richard pulled her into his lap and she ran her hands through his hair as she straddled his thighs. She ached for him desperately, yearned for him. She felt such pain and he felt such pain, perhaps together they could make the pain subside for just a while.

"Only once," she gasped between kisses.

"Only once," Richard echoed.

Gwen knew his words were a lie, but she chose to be deceived. She kissed him deeply, desperately, and heard her own breathlessness over the drumming of her heart within her. Her shoulders were above the water, and her flesh was exposed to the frigid night air. Richard felt the goose bumps that lined her flesh and tightened his hold around her waist. He unsteadily pushed forward and rose to his feet, holding her to him as he rose from the water.

If Gwen was surprised by the sudden movement beneath her, she made no indication of it. Both their flushed, soaked bodies were engulfed by the cold air of the night but continued to kiss with trembling lips as Richard carried Gwen out of the tub and towards the cottage. Gwen gasped when her back impacted the sliding glass door behind her, and their dripping forms writhed together in a carnal embrace as they kissed with searing passion.

They shivered against each other, kissing until their lips grew numb before Richard reached blindly for the door handle. He stepped through the door and shut it behind him blindly as his lips remained locked with Gwen's. He slid the door shut behind him and then staggered forward until his legs struck the table. The legs dragged along the linoleum floor loudly, but neither took the time to worry about being overheard.

They kissed deeply, icy water dripping from their bodies. It pooled beneath Gwen as he sat her on the table, and dripped to the floor in a puddle that surrounded Richard's feet. Her legs were wrapped around him, and drew his groin against her crotch with surprising strength. They ground against one another, eager for each other, but this was not yet their final destination.

Richard lifted Gwen once more and turned in the direction of her bedroom. The door was open, and he stepped through the threshold into the room. He kicked the door shut behind him and stumbled forward in his drunkenness until he tripped over the bed. Gwen fell from his arms with an unhappy cry and lay sprawled out before him as he stood hunched over the end of the bed gazing at her for a moment.

Gwen watched as he straightened unsteadily and slid his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks. He pushed them down his legs and stepped out of the sodden garment. As he did she wiggled out from her wetly clinging bikini bottoms. She tossed them away and gazed at the young man standing unsteadily at the foot of her bed. Gwen's eyes took in his naked, masculine form as he crawled onto the bed towards her. Her heart raced in her chest as he settled on top of her and their lips came together once more.

Richard's fingers slid into her wet hair, while Gwen's wrapped around his hard cock. Her hand was cold, and he gasped as it gripped his rigid manhood.

"Condom?" he asked breathlessly as he drew away from the kiss.

"I'm on birth control," she replied while already steering the head of his cock to her warm center with her cold hand.

Gwen breathed in sharply as the opening to her channel was spread by the helm of his manhood, and Richard groaned softly as the heat of her body surrounded him. Their lips came together, shaky with emotion as they were joined for the first and proclaimed only time. Gwen gasped as he bottomed out inside of her, and he exhaled hotly through his nostrils as the walls of her channel embrace him tightly.

Gwen moved with Richard as he thrust into her. There was no control to any of their motions, but they were graceful in their careless abandon to the other. Driven by instinct they made love beautifully, the world around them fading away until all that remained were their wet, writhing forms. They kissed as though the other's mouth housed the elixir to the lethal poison they had just consumed. They ground together, squirmed atop the mattress in the most carnal of dances.

The sheets grew wet beneath them from the water on their skin. Their flesh grew hot from the exertion of their motions. Gwen's legs and arms squeezed tightly around Richard, and her breasts pressed against his firm chest. Her nipples were rigid, and pressed into his flesh through the sodden material of her bikini top. Her breathing quickened and an overwhelming heat filled her body, banishing the last of the chill from her extremities.

Gwen's arms squeezed around him, her legs constricted around him, and her mouth broke away from his so that she could cry out in orgasmic release. The embrace her sex held his manhood in tightened, and he groaned as he own climax hit him. Everything seized up. The two figures mashed themselves together as tightly as they could, rocking against each other in a desperate attempt to prolong the exquisite sensations they had extracted from the other.

Gwen felt Richard's seed flow into her, and shuddered with great pleasure as he panted above her. He was so warm above her, so warm within her. She held him with both her arms and legs, though both their orgasms had drawn to a close. She kept her hold on his head, and felt his breathing against her neck go from panting to regular. She felt his erection recede within her, however he was long enough flaccid to remain within her even after he had softened.

Richard kissed her neck softly and ran his hand through her damp hair with great tenderness. His mouth went to her jaw, and then to her mouth. She was reluctant to allow it at first, but she kissed him with equal affection before relaxing her legs around him. Richard rolled onto his side, but drew her with him and the kiss endured. Gwen felt the loss of his manhood inside her as he slid free from her body at last, and feared that she may be unable to resist the temptation to have it there again.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 18



Wayne nodded, conceding Rob's point. "True, I had it turned off."

The NFL draft was about a month and a half away, and his phone had been ringing constantly with scouts eager to promote the team they represented to him. It was immensely flattering to receive such attention, but it was hardly conducive to having an intimate afternoon with Amy so he had shut it off to give them peace.

"Well," he said. "I'll just take the dog and be on my way."

"Right," Wayne said, stepping back to let Rob in.

The two of them gathered up Winston's various toys, food and other accoutrements. While Rob was coaxing the pug into his carrier a very audible groan erupted from the bedroom. He looked up at Wayne whose eyes widened with a sudden realization.

"Oh shit," he hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Wayne ran to the bedroom and found Amy twisting and thrashing in orgasm. The toy, designed to be whisper quiet, was causing her to be very loud. He hurried to her as its rumbling overstimulated the already lit up nerve endings inside her pussy, and unstrapped it from her hips.

"Sorry," he said as the thick phallus slid from between the swollen lips of her pussy. Wayne reached forward and undid the ball-gag for her. As he did a gasp left his still trembling fiancée.

"Next time," she gasped exhaustedly. "Don't stop to chat with Rob while you've got me tied down with a vibrator on max stuffed up my cooch, okay?"

Amy was clearly unimpressed, and he kissed her cheek apologetically. "Do you want me to untie you so you can say 'Hi' to Rob?" he asked.

"Wayne," Amy said with forced patience. "Get rid of him, now."

"Right away Baby Doll," Wayne replied, and fled the room a second time.

Rob gave him a questioning look from where he stood by the door.

"Oh," he said. "She just... A stomach cramp," Wayne said lamely. "You know, that time of the month..."

"Wayne!" Amy shouted angrily from the bedroom.

"You should probably just go," Wayne said.

"Yeah that's probably a good idea," Rob agreed.

His friend left and Wayne returned to the bedroom.

"Baby—"

"Don't fucking Baby Doll me!" Amy exclaimed. "'That time of the month?' You do not tell anyone about my period."

"Well, technically since you're on the pill..." Wayne trailed off.

"Wise move, Teddy," Amy said. Even tied up as she was she was dangerous, and the tone she was using terrified Wayne.

"Listen," Wayne said. "Why don't I get the massage oil and..."

"Wayne if you don't fuck me right now until I can't move when you untie me, I'll rip your dick off," Amy snapped.

"Right-o," Wayne said, sidling in behind her. So it's this game, he thought to himself happily. She was not truly mad at him, or at least not as much as she was pretending to be. His job now was to render her practically catatonic to make up for his foolishness earlier.

"Gag or no gag?" he asked.

"Gag," she replied.

He agreed, this was best left between the two of them.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 18



Until, that is, one realizes that those in charge of hiring in those places were all members of the same country club as his father. The very same connections that had benefitted Rob previously were now working against him. Of course, Rob could complain about the unfairness of it all. However, he had no real way to prove any of it was true and could easily come off sounding paranoid. However, his father's pointed questions and empty assurances delivered a clear message.

Get out.

It was not enough that Rob was out of his home. He wanted Rob out of the city. Out of the state if possible. He was an embarrassment, a reminder of a rebellion he had failed to snuff out. Just like Jane, Harvey wanted his son out of the way to eliminate a liability. Rob, however, was not ready to leave. Karen still had a year of school left and Courtney was happy in her job at Grace Plus. He would continue to be a thorn in his father's side for a while yet.

Rob's mother steered the conversation away from the poor job outlook, and he shared a pleasant conversation with her before joining the two of them for dinner. His father behaved for the remainder of the evening, only making the slightest of snide comments towards Rob, before Rob left them for Courtney and Karen who awaited his arrival at home.

"Hi Rob!" Courtney called cheerfully from the kitchen as he entered the house.

"Hi," Rob replied in greeting as he removed his jacket and untied his shoes. He pulled them off, and stepped into the kitchen. He kissed Courtney on the cheek as a hello on his way past to the fridge.

"What, no 'hello' for me?" Karen asked.

Rob smiled at her. "Can't leave you out, now can we?" he asked.

He approached Karen, and gave her a one-armed hug and kissed the top of her head.

"So, you two enjoy the ceremony?" he asked jokingly.

Such things were dry affairs, though he had been called up for enough awards to make the event at least somewhat interesting for them.

"It was nice," Courtney said. "Your mom seems to be doing well."

Rob nodded. "She's been good lately. I think Jane getting steady work has taken a load off her mind."

Nobody said anything about his father, for which Rob was grateful. Mentioning him would just ruin his happy mood.

"Well," Courtney said. "Why don't you go have a shower? Karen and I have something to get ready."

Rob smirked. "Something fun?" he asked.

Karen grinned. "You'll see," she replied enigmatically.

"Alright," Rob said. "Either of you want to join me?"

Both declined the playful invitation. Rob showered alone and discovered the two of them were in the guestroom giggling together behind the closed door when he was done. Rob assumed that the bedroom was where they were going to be spending the evening, so that was where he went. No sooner had he removed his shirt did he hear a knock on the doorframe behind him. He had not bothered to shut the door behind him, privacy was not much of a concern in their apartment, and as he turned around he saw the two of them leaning on either side of the doorframe.

They each had one stocking-clad leg bent at the knee and its foot pressed flat against the doorframe. Their backs were arched, which pushed their breasts into prominence. Karen wore a green, fully boned lace over satin corset with garters attached to her sheer thigh high stockings. Her black garters matched the detailing and ties of her corset. Her hair had been curled at the ends, and made somewhat wavy in a very sleek manner which made her look incredibly alluring.

Karen's stylist for the evening stood across from her in the doorway. Courtney wore a similarly exciting getup. Her torso was barely hidden by a black mesh babydoll which had white lace trim detail along the hem of the skirt and cups of the bra, and a black G-string beneath which was quite visible. She had tied her hair up in a high ponytail that seemed to be wound in some sort of knot while the rest of it hung down elegantly to the middle of her back.

"Uh... hi," Rob said dumbly as he blinked at the two of them.

Their mouths formed into twin grins of naughtiness.

"We thought we'd have a bit of fun tonight," Courtney said.

"You wouldn't happen to want to join us would you?" Karen asked.

Rob stood straight as they both strode towards him, and took his silence as affirmation. As they approached Rob felt blood surging southward in anticipation of what he was in for. Courtney's hand pressed against his right shoulder while Karen's went to his left, and they shoved him backward so that he fell to the bed. Together they unfastened the belt on his pants, and tugged them down his legs. Rob heard the clunk of his belt buckle falling to the ground as the girls each grabbed a sock and pulled it from either foot.

Now naked, he lay back while they stood at the side of the bed.

"That's better," Karen said.

"Yeah," Courtney replied. "He was awfully overdressed."

The two of them knelt down on the floor in front of him, and Rob sat up as they positioned themselves between his parted legs. His knees were bent over the edge of the bed, and his feet rested on the floor. Karen reached forward and took a hold of his tumescent member, while Courtney reached up and cupped his balls. More blood surged southward, and Karen looked up at him with smouldering green eyes.

"He's not ready yet," Karen said, continuing the trend she had started of addressing Courtney instead of Rob.

"What should we do about that?" Courtney asked Karen.

"I think I have an idea," Karen said conspiratorially, "but it'll take some teamwork."

"What's the plan?" Courtney asked, now matching Karen's mischievous tone.

"Well," Karen drew close to Courtney and whispered something into her ear.

"Do you think that will work?" Courtney asked with affected uncertainty.

Rob tried not to roll his eyes, and let them have their fun with him. It was sort of entertaining the way they were acting as though they were two idiots who had happened to come across a particularly difficult problem.

"I think so," Karen said.

"So who goes up?" Courtney asked.

"I think it would be easier if it were you," Karen said. "I'll stay here."

"But I don't want to leave you..." Courtney said in a childlike tone.

Oh for God's sake, Rob thought to himself. As they talked about what they were going to do to him his cock was bobbing its way slowly to full mast with every beat of his heart. They were toying with him, trying to test his patience while he lay there waiting for them to get on with their game. They were employing the very mind games that he had used on them so many times before, and they were very effective.

"I'll be okay," Karen said bravely. She leaned forward and engaged Courtney in a smouldering kiss, which added a surge to the rise of Rob's cock. They kissed deeply, and were clearly showing off for Rob. Their mouths parted, and their tongues extended out to display the way they slid along one another while they kissed with intentionally absurd and clearly false moans of passion. Courtney pulled away and climbed up onto the bed with Rob after her kiss with Karen had ended.

Courtney's lips pressed against his abdomen immediately above his navel, and she pushed against his shoulder to make him lay back as she kissed her way up his torso. As she did this, Karen's mouth was making a similar pilgrimage along the inside of his thigh. As though coordinated, Courtney's lips went over Rob's just as Karen's lips encircled the helm of his cock. Rob groaned; the sound as suppressed by Courtney's mouth as Karen drew his rigid cock further into hers.

Rob's hand pressed against the back of Courtney's head, and pulled her more deeply into the kiss. Her hot tongue chased his around his mouth, while Karen's swept around the helm of his shaft. Rob reached down blindly, and rested his hand on the back of Karen's head it began to bob. One of her hands grasped his balls, while the other moved rhythmically up and down his shaft in time with her mouth. At the apex of each bob Karen's tongue caressed the head of Rob's cock in an attempt to coax another silvery bead of pre-cum out from his turgid member.

Courtney's hands slid along Rob's chest and shoulders while her breasts pressed into him. Rob's hand slid from the back of her head to her back. His palm traipsed down her back and settled over her ass. It was barely covered by the skirt of her babydoll, and was quickly drawn over the swells of her buttocks as Rob bunched it up around her waist. His hand went over her ass, palming it and squeezing down on it while he simultaneously kissed her.

The head of Rob's cock brushed the soft tissues at the back of Karen's mouth before sliding down her throat. She kept sliding down until her lips brushed his pubic hair, and Rob breathed shakily against Courtney's mouth as he felt Karen's throat constrict around his shaft. Courtney's manicured nails slid along his chest, and she ran the pads of her thumbs over his nipples.

Courtney pulled away. "Is she doing a good job?" she asked him with a knowing smile and arch of the brow.

Karen chose that moment to begin bobbing up and down his shaft rapidly. Her fist followed her mouth, and Rob groaned at the sensations they brought. Courtney grinned, and came forward. She kissed up along his shoulder and to his neck. Her lips feathered kisses up along his throat, and then trapped his earlobe in their clutches. She bit down on it gently as she dragged the nails of her thumbs over his nipples. Further down, Karen felt Rob's cock flex in response to Courtney's actions.

"Hearing her suck you off is getting me so hot," Courtney breathed into his ear heatedly.

Karen was certainly making a great deal of noise in her giving of a blow job. The wet, smacking sounds of her lips, the happy humming, and the occasional pop as suction between mouth and cock was broken drifted up to the two of them.

"She's really going at it," Courtney told him, as though he did not already know. The heat in her voice made it all the more exciting for him however, so much so that he did not fully trust himself to speak. "Is she going to make you cum?" Courtney asked dirtily. "Are you going to fill her pretty little mouth with your cum, Rob? Make it a big one so the two of us can share it once you're done."

Rob grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth back to his to end her sordid whispers. Courtney smiled wickedly against his lips and then hummed pleasurably as she felt his hand slid between her legs from behind. His fingers pushed aside the slender strap of material that covered her labia, and slid his fingers along the gleaming folds. His middle finger pushed inside of her, which made Courtney hum into the kiss. Her talking had done as much to turn her on as it had Rob, and the sounds of Karen's mouth on his cock were genuinely getting her hot.

Karen slid her tongue down the length of Rob's manhood, and brought her hand at his balls up to his shaft as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue bathed it in her saliva and her mouth applied gentle suction to it while her hands glided along his gleaming shaft. The proudly erect member loomed over her as she spread her saliva along his scrotum and sucked on his other testicle. Her hands caressed his shaft as her tongue swept along his cum-filled sack.

Courtney was practically purring while she kissed Rob, and could take no more of his finger's teasing sawing in and out of her pussy. She withdrew, and Rob watched as she pulled her G-string off. She crawled over him, and straddled his head. Rob eyed her already shimmering sex as she lowered herself down onto his outstretched tongue. Courtney hummed as her pussy was invaded by his tongue, and began to rock her hips against his face as the organ swirled around inside of her.

Karen's tongue slid from the underside of Rob's scrotum all the way back up to the tip of his cock. Her lips flared around the bulbous helm of his member as she took it deep inside. Her throat opened up and his shaft slid inside. Karen swallowed around his cock, which made Rob hum into Courtney's pussy. She cast her eyes upward, and watched as Courtney's hips undulated above him. His hands were on her hips, pulling her down against his wriggling tongue.

Karen sealed her lips tight around the base of Rob's cock and sucked down hard as she slid them back up his entire length. It slid from her mouth with a wet 'pop', and Karen pulled away from him. She stood and slid off her panties before going to the bed. She straddled Rob's thighs, and took his swaying member in hand. She licked her hand and brought it between her legs to ensure that she was wet enough before raising herself upward and then lowering herself down onto his throbbing organ.

"Oooh," she moaned lowly as she gradually took the entirety of his shaft inside. She watched Courtney's motions above Rob, and saw them becoming less controlled as her arousal grew. Karen bottomed out, and began to move her hips back and forth. She concentrated and made the internal muscles squeeze Rob's cock rhythmically as she rocked above him. The effect was to make Rob hum into Courtney's soaked pussy, which sent vibrations through her clit.

Courtney groaned, and her hold on Rob's hair tightened as her motions grew more frantic. He tightened his hold on her hips so he could stop her from inadvertently dislodging his tongue from her pussy. Karen leaned forward, and drew Courtney back towards her. Her hands came around her and cupped her breasts through her teddy. Courtney's hips ground against Rob's mouth while Karen massaged her breasts.

"Come on Courtney," Karen said. "Cum so he can fuck me right."

A shudder went through Courtney at her words, and Karen felt her begin to shake.

"Oh fuck!" Courtney cried.

Tremors ran through her body, radiating out from her center and coursing through her. Her spine curled, and legs began to shake as she came hard against Rob's tongue. His mouth was flooded with her nectar, and he lapped it up greedily as she continued to convulse above him. The orgasm's grasp over her ceased, and she grew unsteady above him. Karen watched her topple onto her side to Rob's left, which freed him to focus his attention fully onto her.

Rob gripped Karen's hips and rolled the two of them so that he was above her. He leaned down and kissed her. She tasted Courtney's fresh juices on his tongue, and hummed as he began to work his hips into her. The thrusts came hard and fast, her breasts shook within her corset and she clung to the comforter beneath her. Rob pulled back from the kiss and straightened above her. He drew her legs together and pulled them to his chest as he thrust into her in a steady rhythm.

Karen's stocking-clad calves pressed against Rob's chest and her toes pointed upwards as he gripped her by the ankles to hold her legs together. Her channel was narrowed by the positioning of her limbs, which added to the friction within her. Karen's hold on the comforter tightened as Rob tilted his head downward and kissed the inside of her foot through her stocking. She groaned as his mouth pressed against the ball of her foot, and felt his thrusts accelerate.

Rob slid a hand down her leg and drew her stocking up and off the extended limb. Karen gasped when he drew her big and index toes into his mouth. He grabbed her around both ankles with one of his large hands, and spanked her sharply with his free hand. His hand came down on her bare buttocks, and a smack emanated throughout the room. It roused Courtney from her post-orgasmic stupor, and she rolled onto her side just in time to watch Karen reach a shuddering climax.

The muscles in her arms tensed, the tendons on the backs of her hands bulged, and her legs grew as taut as bow strings. Her toes scrunched together and popped out from between Rob's sucking lips. Rob slid his long shaft deep inside her quivering body and withdrew only when the squeezing of her pussy around it ceased. He let go of Karen's legs and they splayed around him as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

Rob began to thrust into her, and pulled back from the kiss as Courtney crawled over to them. She mounted Karen's head, facing towards Rob, and watched as he steadily fucked her gleaming pussy while getting eaten out. Karen's hands gripped Courtney's thighs and pulled her pussy down against her face, humming wantonly against it as Rob's long shaft sawed in and out of her. Courtney reached forward and teased Karen's clit while Rob continued to fuck her.

Karen's wanton humming soon became an anguished cry of ecstasy as she arrived quite suddenly at another orgasm. It was a deeply rooted one that shook her to her very core. Karen thrashed and writhed on top of the mattress, her legs encircling Rob and holding him tightly to her in a desperate attempt to extract all the bliss from the climax she could. Her pussy tightened around him dangerously, and Rob had to tighten a very specific muscle group to stop himself from filling her with a thick load of cum.

Karen's writhing eventually subsided and her legs grew slack around him. Rob withdrew, and his iron-hard cock wagged in front of him as he grabbed a hold of Courtney by the shoulders. At first she was unsure of what precisely it was he wanted, but as he got her on her back and dragged her head towards the edge of the bed she got the idea. Rob stood in front of her, and knelt down to position the head of his swollen manhood at the opening to her mouth.

Courtney opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside once more. He leaned forward and took advantage of the position to explore her torso while she swirled her tongue around his cockhead. Courtney noticed that he avoided her breasts, which made them her center of focus as much as his cock in her mouth. She wondered why he was avoiding them as he ran his hands along her ribs, over her flanks and over her stomach beneath the lace of her babydoll.

Rob's hips pushed forward and more of his shaft slid inside her mouth. Its head pushed against the back of her throat, and she gagged just slightly and he withdrew. He nudged it again and again until she got control over it, and he explored her torso all the while. After he had had his fill of feeling the light definition of her abdominal muscles, Rob slid his hands upward at last to envelop her breasts through the cups of her bra.

They overflowed even his big hands, and he took great satisfaction in warping their rounded shape under his grip. She had her arms over her head to hold onto his buttocks as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, and hummed around him as he kneaded the fleshy mounds of her tits through the bra's cups. Rob's hands slid backward and he pushed down on the cups of her bra until her soft breasts spilled free from their clutches.

Rob squeezed and twisted her nipples, finding the pressure and the treatment that drew out the most garbled groans from her. Her legs were parted and he could see the shine of her wetness on her pubic mound that had resulted from Karen's earlier ministrations. The insides of her thighs gleamed as well, as though trying to entice him away from her breasts. It did not work, however, for as tempting as that jewel was he was satisfied with his current possessions.

Rob pushed his hips further forward, sliding dangerously deep into her mouth and over the cusp into her throat. With her throat straightened as it was it was easier for him to get further inside, which had been why he had chosen this positioning. He slowly warmed her throat up to the idea of being intruded by his cock and eventually was sawing a good length of his shaft in and out of her. It was slow and methodical, but it felt incredible to be surrounded by that warmth and wetness.

Courtney contributed by tightening her lips around him as he withdrew and loosening them as he slid back inside. She also focused on keeping her throat relaxed, and dutifully lapped at the head of his cock when he kept it perched on her upper lip to allow her the opportunity to catch her breath. It was on one of his downward plunges that he slapped one of her breasts. Courtney gasped, which made her wretch around his shaft just as it was penetrating her throat.




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Rob pulled back and she sputtered for a moment before he pushed his way back inside. He smacked her other breast, and watched how it wobbled in a most satisfying way. Courtney had not been surprised by that one like she had the first, and this time simply groaned as he slid into her throat. He went deep, deeper than he had previously. He went further and further inside, until at last his balls rested against her chin.

"Fuck that's good," Rob said softly as he held it inside her throat. Rob withdrew and Courtney breathed in through her nose before he slid back into her throat fully. His balls rested against her upper lip, heavy and damp with saliva from Karen's earlier blowjob. Rob pinched Courtney's nipples and she hummed around his cock in response. He could see her throat bulging to accommodate the intrusion of his cock, and saw it flexing as she worked the muscles inside her throat to caress his length.

Rob groaned in response and leaned further forward. Courtney felt his hand slide over her stomach and along her already slippery pubic mound. His fingers slid over the slick folds of her pussy, and rubbed them as he rocked his hips. Rob fucked her mouth and throat as he rubbed her pussy. She hummed around him happily, now comfortable with his thrusting cock sliding into her stretched throat. He toyed with her clit and slid his fingers over her glistening slit.

Rob straightened over her and grabbed her breasts again. Courtney had not seen it, but Karen had rallied and was crawling towards them. Rob had taken the cue and was happily fondling Courtney's breasts as Karen settled between Courtney's lewdly spread legs. The brunette gasped in surprise around Rob's cock when Karen's mouth went over her pussy. It made her gag around him and Rob had to withdraw from her throat momentarily for her to recover before delving deep back inside her throat.

Karen eagerly lapped at Courtney's pussy. She sucked on her clit and slid two fingers deep inside her weeping slot. She caressed the brunette's G-spot and was rewarded with a deep groan from the girl with the cock lodged in her throat. Rob withdrew as Courtney's moaning made it more difficult for her to continue deep throating. Threads of saliva and pre-cum bridged the gap between her lips and his cock, and Courtney looked up at him with wide, watery eyes.

Rob came forward and Karen watched as he pulled Courtney's babydoll off, leaving her naked aside from her stockings. Karen continued to feast on Courtney's pussy while Rob slid his cock into Courtney's cleavage. He squeezed her breasts around his wet dick, and thrust his hips back and forth between them. Courtney's eyes were shut but she felt his balls dragging against her collar bone before he thrust forward again.

Karen watched Rob fuck Courtney's tits. He tweaked her nipples and rubbed his cock between them. His rough treatment of her breasts was enough to send Courtney over the edge, and Karen was soon tasting the sweet nectar of the brunette's orgasm. She twisted and wriggled spastically, before growing still and breathing hard for air. Rob gripped Karen by the hair and stood on the bed as he fed his ardent member to her. He was very close to his orgasm at this point, and had to urge Karen to take it easy or she would make him cum faster than he wanted.

Karen bobbed up and down on his shaft, swept her tongue along the glans, and reached around him to pull him deep into her throat by the buttocks. Courtney did not take long to recover from her orgasm, and he felt her hand go up between his legs to cup his heavy sack. Her squeezing brought him dangerously close and he had to take his cock away from Karen before he started pumping his cum down her throat.

Rob gasped and breathed hard, sweat shining on his brow as he struggled to hold back the pressure at the base of his cock. He had the two girls rearrange themselves so that Karen was laying on top of Courtney. The two could not help but kiss each other while Rob walked around the room gathering supplies and taking a quick breather. When he had finished he approached them, hard cock springy in front of him but no longer threatening to start spewing ejaculate at a moment's notice.

Courtney groaned into her kiss with Karen as she felt the head of his cock pass through the opening of her channel. Karen echoed that groan as Rob slid his lube covered fingers along the cleft of her ass and pushed one past her puckered anus. His free hand squeezed and fondled Karen's ass with the same sort of reverence for form he had Courtney's breasts. He thrust regularly but easily into Courtney, setting a pace that was pleasant but not too likely to get either off very fast.

Rob pushed a second finger past Karen's sphincter. His hand slid up her back and found the knot in the string keeping her corset together. He undid it and the garment grew slack around her body. Courtney helped Rob get it off of Karen, and it fell with a thud to the floor beside the bed. Karen's torso was gleaming with sweat, while sexy the corset had not exactly been lightweight and it was hot in the bedroom at this time of spring.

Rob slid his hands along Karen's body, over her hips and along her narrow waist. They ran around her ribcage and over her tender breasts beneath her. The backs of his hands pressed against the uppermost curves of Courtney's breasts, their hard nipples pressing into his skin. Rob drew back and spread Karen's buttocks to gaze at her glistening anus. He retrieved the other item he had brought to the bed along with the lube: one of the butt plugs from the old kit they had bought together.

Karen groaned as he pressed the tip of it against her sphincter, and gasped as it flared around the toy. Her anus practically slurped the toy up and held it snugly once it was inside of her. Rob withdrew from Courtney and slid his cock into Karen's pussy. From there he alternated, going back and forth between the two of them. He fucked Karen for a few thrusts, withdrew, and then fucked Courtney. It was driving both of them wild, and he kept going until he had to have release.

"Courtney get under Karen," he said.

Courtney did not understand what he meant at first, but as he pulled Karen off of her she figured out what he meant. She moved into a sixty-nine under Karen and Rob pulled the plug out from Karen's ass. Karen's body rippled as Rob's naked shaft pierced her anus, and she moaned loudly as his shaft burrowed into her tight rectum. He gripped Karen by the hair and pushed her face towards Courtney's pussy. He had fucked Courtney most recently, and had brought her quite close to her climax so Karen's clumsy cunnilingus was still effective.

Rob thrust into Karen's ass in regular, measured motions initially. However, as his climax approached he could not help but tighten his grip on her waist and fuck her harder. Karen did not protest the rougher treatment which encouraged him to go even harder. His hips slapped against her buttocks loudly, and Courtney watched from below as his full length was swallowed down by Karen's tightly stretched rectum.

Karen moaned loudly into Courtney's pussy, a sound that was followed by Rob's more masculine groan. The vibrations caused by Karen's moan, and the psychological effect of knowing the two people she loved were experiencing such pleasure set Courtney off as well. Rob flooded Karen's rectum with cum, gritting his teeth as his lower abdominals clenched and relaxed uncontrollably. He pulled out of the grip Karen's vice-like as and ran his fist along his cock.

Courtney's eyes were shut rapturously but she felt the impact of Rob's semen as he shot the rest of his load onto her upturned face and past her gleaming, parted lips. His seed leaked from Karen's distended anus and covered Courtney's flushed face by the time he had finished. He fell away from them, gasping for air as he lay on his back. Elation filled him and his lips formed a dazed smile while two girls left the bed to clean up.

They rejoined him and they settled into their comfortable arrangement. Rob was on his back, Courtney was on her side to his right and Karen was similarly posed to his left. Their hands each found a place on his torso, Courtney's on his chest over his heart and Karen's on his abdomen just above his diaphragm. Rob wrapped an arm around each of them, and savored the feeling of being so completely surrounded by love.





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Author's Note: 

I apologize for the delay in bringing this to you all. A combination of life events prevented me from posting on time ranging from technical issues to a hectic work schedule. 

Thank you all for your continued support on this series, we are drawing ever closer to the culmination of this story and it's been wonderful to still receive such overwhelming support. 

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, if you haven't already I strongly recommend reading the previous chapters before reading this one. 

-Max 





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Now, however, without those distractions invasive thoughts entered her mind. She was set to start classes in a few days, just after the Labor Day long weekend. Fresh doubts filled her, second guesses and uncertainties bubbling up. She shut her eyes and tried to ignore them, but when she did that images of Rob and Courtney swam in front of her eyes. Him with his arm around her shoulders as the two had watched her drive away would be forever etched in Karen's memory. 

Tears began to flow down her cheeks and Karen hurriedly wiped them away. She sighed shakily and rolled onto her side. Karen hugged a pillow to her chest and tried to pretend it was one of her former lovers. Never had their absence been felt so strongly. She muffled her sobs with the pillow and eventually she got her wish to find solace in slumber. 





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"Don't tell your mother," Don told his son as he sank his teeth into a sausage. "She's back on that healthy eating thing again." 

"She'll be able to tell," Richard told him. 

"How?" his father replied, clueless to the bright yellow splotch of mustard on his chin. 

Richard grinned. "Because you've acquired a canary goatee." 

Don looked at him confused for a moment before his eyes showed understanding. He wiped his chin hurriedly with the back of his hand. 

"Thank you," he said. "That would have been unfortunate." 

"You really should watch what you eat," Richard commented. "You're not as young as you used to be." 

Don waved his hand dismissively. "Do many men my age still compete in triathlons?" 

Richard tilted his head in concession to the point. "No, I suppose not." 

"Then I think I can eat a damn sausage without keeling over," he said. "At least until you give us grandkids," added to not so subtly change the conversation. "How's that going, by the way?" 

Richard shrugged. "I've got a girlfriend, I guess." 

"Well hallelujah!" his father joked. He slapped him on the shoulder in congratulations. "It's Ellen I suppose?" 

Richard nodded. 

"Hmm," his father intoned thoughtfully around a mouthful of bun and sausage. "How likely are we to see her at Thanksgiving?" 

"It's not that serious," Richard replied. 

Don frowned. "Your decision or hers?" 

"Mutual," Richard said. 

"Hmm," his father intoned thoughtfully once more. 

"What?" Richard asked. 

"Nothing," Don replied. 

He finished his sausage in a few big bites. 

"Your mother will be looking for me," he said. "We should be heading back." 

Richard was going to press his father for a straight response, but the moment passed. 

"All clear?" Don asked, gesturing to his face. 

Richard nodded. 

"Good," Don said. "Now, let's be civil with people who don't much like us." 





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Rob was ahead of her, he grabbed the thigh of her now sole supporting leg and lifted it. He took her full weight and her pussy pressed down on his erection. Courtney lost her patience with the shirt buttons, and simply gripped the v-shaped gash she had already managed to form in the front of the shirt and yanked hard. Buttons went flying, thudding inaudibly to the carpet at Rob's feet. Rob drew back and looked at her in surprise. 

"That was my lucky shirt," he said breathlessly. 

"Are you going to punish me?" she asked wickedly. Her hips wiggled, and her pussy shifted back and forth on the tent in his pants. 

Rob's grip on her thighs tightened. "Yes," he replied. "And then you're going to find all those buttons and sew them back on." 

He kissed her and steered her away from the wall. Rob carried her to the bed and set her on it. He leaned over her and reached under her dress. His fingers dug into her thighs as they crawled upward in search of her panties' waistband. They found purchase on the thin strip of elasticized lace, and he straightened as he pulled them down her legs. Rob tossed them away and Courtney sat up to unfasten his belt. She got it unbuckled, but he shoved her back to the mattress before she could get to the button and zipper. 

Courtney impacted the bed with an 'umph', and Rob descended upon her. Her legs splayed wide around him as he laid atop of her and planted his mouth roughly over hers. Courtney pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and he tore it down his arms and carelessly tossed it to the floor next to the bed. His tie had been loose and still dangled around his neck, freed from the shirt's collar. Rob's hands slid under her ass and he lifted her to carry her further up the bed while still kissing her. 

Courtney's hand wound around the tie hanging from his neck, and pulled on it to guide his mouth to her throat. Rob's erection dug into her pussy, her juices smearing along the front of his pants as they writhed together. His hands were still under her, squeezing her tight ass, and slid further up in search of the zipper. He found the little metal tag blind, and pulled it down. He pulled back from Courtney and she let go of his tie as he flipped her over onto her stomach. 

Courtney rose to her hands and knees and Rob pulled her dress down her torso. He pushed her back down to pull the dress down her legs, and she stayed there as she heard a zipper being drawn and felt him shifting on the bed behind her. Her ass rose in invitation and Rob sidled in behind her. His hands came to rest on her hips and the rubbery head of his cock slid along her glistening slit. With a push he was in, and Courtney groaned as he filled her up. 

Courtney was bent forward, with her weight resting on her forearms. The heat of her body surrounded his hard cock, her channel slick and ready for him. Even after so long together she still marveled at the incredible feeling of full his oversized manhood provided. Every vein and ridge could be felt against her internal walls as he drew his hips back and plunged back into her dripping pussy. The fluids of her arousal trailed down the inside of her thigh when he shoved himself back into her, and her sweaty forehead pressed into the covers as she braced herself for the coming storm. 

This was the ultimate union. The entirety of her womanhood filled by that which made him a man. Courtney grunted characteristically when the head of his cock nudged her G-spot and sent shivers of pleasure rippling up her spine. His hands slid up from her hips as he thrust regularly into her. He let his cockhead hit the sensitive spot along the anterior wall of her vagina again and again, while he traced the pattern of her tattoo up her flank with the pads of his fingers. 

Rob eyed the point where he was entering her, seeing how his cock shone with a polish of her lustful nectar. Shudders ran through Courtney as his hands retreated back to her hips and his thrusts increased in frequency. He slid the full length of his cock into her cunt, withdrew, and then sank it back in once more. His hand came down sharply on her ass and she hissed through clenched teeth. He got rougher, his fingers digging into her flesh and his thrusts pounding into her. 

Rob slapped her other ass cheek, seeing it turn pink like its sister. He gripped her ass roughly, perpetually amazed by the shape of her buttocks. It was more than just round, it was incredibly firm and the skin was utterly devoid of blemish. He gripped the cheeks and spread them to expose her crack to the air. He eyed the star shaped anus nestled within the valley, and circled it with his thumb. Courtney had the comforter balled up in her hands, her whole body shaking each time his hips slapped against her at the bottom of every thrust. 

Rob was reminded of the first time they had ever been together. Then he had been unable to believe how good it felt to be inside of her, or how his cumbersome cock fit inside her pussy so perfectly. He had felt connected to her beyond the physical union, but on a spiritual level as well. At the time he had attributed that to the weed they had indulged in, but now he understood that that feeling had been genuine and that it had been the beginnings of what he now knew to be true love. 

Courtney had grown so wet for him that her juices now trailed down his balls when he sank deep inside of her and rocked against her. He pushed the tip of his thumb against her anus, and Courtney shook in something nearing an orgasm but narrowly missing the mark until he wound up and drove his cock back inside of her. 

"Oh fuck!" Courtney hissed as her body began to shake. Her ass pushed back against his thumb, making it slide further into her rectum. Courtney's heart was hammering, and everything seemed to just feel good simultaneously. From her scalp to her toes she was filled with an orgasmic energy that surged outward from her pussy. She felt lightheaded, and had trouble processing the sheer magnitude of pleasure she was feeling as Rob's cock hit her sweet spot over and over again without mercy. 

Rob fucked her through her orgasm, and through the similar convulsions following it. Her juices ran down the insides of her thighs and dribbled along his scrotum, adding a decidedly wet quality to the sounds of his cock sliding into her. Rob shut his eyes and just listened. Listened to Courtney's heated breathing. Listened to the fleshy thwacks of his body slapping against hers. Listened to the wet sound of his shaft burrowing deep inside her sodden cunt. 

Then he smacked her ass again and listened to the reverberation of his palm impacting her ass cheek too. A grunt escaped her, followed by a low hiss of pleasure as her climax took her. Rob held still and let her thrust back against him herself as her orgasm took over. She drove back against his shaft in a frenzied passion, until he sank his hips back into her and used his weight to force her to lay flat on the mattress. 

One of his hands slid up, going into her hair and grabbing a handful of it. He drew her head back, and her neck craned so that they could kiss. It was an awkward position to do it effectively, but the passion and love they were feeling was adequately exchanged before Rob used the handhold he had gained with her hair to shove her face forward into the mattress. He began to fuck her hard once again, and this time as he thrust into her Courtney's erect clit dragged along the comforter. 

A shiny line of perspiration ran from Courtney's tailbone and up along her spine, up until it reached the strap of her lacy black bra. Rob worked his thumb inside her rectum, moving it back and forth and wriggling it around wickedly. He widened his stance and straddled her legs, which pushed her thighs together and narrowed her entrance. The effect was that she was tighter upon entry, which soon had both of them panting against the rising surge towards orgasm. 

Rob fought back his but triggered Courtney's by sliding his thumb out from her rectum and striking her ass once again. Courtney shuddered beneath him, and he watched as the muscles beneath the smooth, evenly tanned skin of her back rippled. Rob needed a break, and rolled and pulled her along with him. Courtney adjusted her legs so she could ride him, and then bent forward to rest her hands on his knees. She pushed herself back against his cock and Rob lay back, breathing heavily until he regained his breath. 

Rob watched his glistening cock slide in and out of Courtney's pussy. She sank down on top of him, taunting him by squeezing her internal muscles around his shaft. She could have made him cum doing that, but knew they had a lot more of lovemaking ahead of them so held back. Courtney moved elegantly above him, her motions smooth and sure. He swatted her ass, hard enough so that she felt it but not hard enough to hurt. 

Courtney sank down on top of him, and ground against him. He grabbed her ass and pushed his thumb back into it. His other hand slid up and down her back, her skin wonderfully smooth beneath his palm. He unfastened the clasp of her bra, and Courtney straightened to slide it down her arms. She leaned forward once more and continued to ride him. Her breasts swayed as she pushed herself back against his cock, and then slid forward. 

As his cock slid into her pussy his thumb slid into her ass, and Courtney had difficulty deciding which she was enjoying more. 

"Do we have any lube left?" Courtney asked raggedly over her shoulder. Those were the first words either of them had spoken since they had gotten to the bed. 

"I think so," Rob replied. 

"Get it," she replied. 

Rob went to find it while Courtney laid on her back. When he returned with bottle in hand she lifted her legs and tilted her pelvis. Her hands went under her knees, and with her legs splayed wide Rob settled between her legs. His mouth went over her pussy while he lubed up his fingers. Two pushed their way past Courtney's exposed anus, and he fingered her ass while attacking her clit with his tongue. Courtney's mouth gaped open as ragged, shuddering breaths escaped her and she spread her own legs wide open for him. 

Courtney's fingers dug into her thighs as his fingers thrust steadily into her, and she groaned when his tongue slid into the pussy his cock had just filled. It was small in comparison, but could move with flexibility in a way his stiff cock could not. Rob drove her to the cusp before engulfing her clit between his lips and resuming his assault on it with his tongue with gusto. A high, breathless wine escaped Courtney, a sound that she only made when a particularly powerful orgasm had hit her. 

Rob looked up and saw her abdominals contracting, and could feel her buttocks clench tightly. He saw the strain in her arms and in her legs as she held herself, almost as though performing an active stretching exercise. Her calves were drawn taut, her toes pointing and the tendons on the back of her hands pushing up against the skin as she strained to stop her legs from flailing wildly. Rob moved away from her clit and toyed with her puffy labia with his lips and tongue. 

A final, blissful shudder ran through Courtney's entire body and the tension left her all at once. She let go of her legs tiredly after Rob had slid his fingers out of her ass, and watched in lethargic anticipation as he spread a thick coating of lubricant over his shaft. He grabbed her behind the knee and pushed her leg forward. Courtney's excitement gave her the energy to do the deed herself, and spread herself wide for him once more while he guided his cockhead to her anus. 

Courtney winced and groaned as he pushed past her sphincter and into the incredible heat of her ass. Rob gripped her behind the knees after her rectum had accepted the first few inches of his cock. He pushed her legs back and spread them wide. He bent over her and the end of his tie slid into the sweaty valley between her breasts. The gelatinous swells began to wobble as Rob began to take her harder, but something seemed to be missing from the picture. 

Courtney watched Rob loosen his tie the rest of the way and pull it over his head. He wordlessly looped her wrist through the hole his head had just come through, and pulled the tie tight around it. He reached over her, his cock bending at an awkward angle in her rectum, and looped the tie through the spokes in the headboard. He secured Courtney's other wrist with the fat end of the tie, and then pulled back to admire his handiwork. 

Courtney's legs were splayed wide, her glistening pussy pointing upward with the way her pelvis was tilted. Her hands were bound over her head, stretching her arms straight. Beads of sweat lined her body, like a sensual dew that caught the light of the city coming in through the window. He began to saw into her anew, mindful of where it was he was entering, and Courtney gazed up at him with stark lust in her dark eyes. 

Rob's hands gripped her behind the knees tightly, and felt a vagrant bead of her sweat from her calf run down the back of his hand and along his forearm. He continued to thrust into her, surrounded by the tight squeeze of her ass. Rob was already at the end of his rope, but Courtney's breathless panting told him that she was close to another herself so he tried to hold on. He saw the tension rising in her, and watched her struggling against her bounds. 

Rob knew what she wanted, normally if he was taking her anally in this position she would rub her clit as she neared her climax. However, with her hands bound she was unable to do that and he could see her biceps bulging as she tried to break free. Rob let go of Courtney's legs and grabbed her breasts. He squeezed them, he pulled on them, and he teased her nipples while continuing to steadily thrust into the raging inferno of her ass. 

Courtney's hips were squirming and she was clearly unsure of what to do with her legs. Her arms strained, the definition of her muscles becoming pronounced, but the tie was of high quality silk and did not tear. Rob reached over beside Courtney and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. He squeezed a line of it down the length of her cleavage and then another perpendicular to the first from one nipple to the other to form a cross over her chest. 

Rob tossed the lubricant aside and continued his massage of her chest. Her breasts were slippery in his grasp now, the soft flesh slipping in his hands when he grabbed it. He flicked his fingers along her achingly erect nipples and pinched them. His cock slid through her tightly stretched anus, and into her hot rectum before retreating to prepare to do it again. And again. And again. Until Courtney could take no more and went off. 

Courtney's legs flailed wildly, and Rob had to grab them to prevent from getting kicked accidentally. Her spine arched, thrusting her shimmering breasts upward. Her elbows bent and her arms strained against the tie holding her wrists. Her abdominals tensed and relaxed, again and again, and her ass held onto his hard cock like a vice through it all. Then, with a shuddering sigh that involved the whole body, Courtney sank back blissfully into the mattress. 

Rob slid out from her rectum, still hard but barely holding on. He climbed over her and slid his gleaming member between her lubed up breasts, and squeezed the warm, firm flesh around it to make a tunnel to fuck. With her hands bound above her head all Courtney could do was watch as his cock disappeared into the valley between her breasts, and feel it drag along her breastbone before the head peaked out at the top of his thrust. 

Rob fucked Courtney's tits for a few feverish moments before groaning lustfully and cumming violently between them. Courtney felt the hot load being pumped between her breasts, but the slippery swells caught each jet as it escaped his body until the head peeked out through the top and a cord went flying out and impacted the underside of her chin. Rob drew his hips back and pushed her breasts more tightly together, which pushed his cum out from between them and down her upper abdomen as he continued to cum. 

When he finished he pulled back exhausted and let go of her breasts. A string of cum kept his now flaccid member connected to the inside curve of her left breast stickily as he dismounted her torso, and staggered off to get her a washcloth. A viscous, white pool of semen rested between Courtney's shining breasts and all she could do was feel its heat on her skin and marvel at its volume with her hands still securely bound above her head. 

Rob returned with a warm washcloth and a hand towel. 

"You should take a picture," Courtney told him with a wry smile upon catching him admiring his handiwork. 

"I'm sure I'll remember," Rob replied jocularly. "Besides, if I need a refresher I'm sure you'll indulge me." 

Courtney hummed softly as he ran the washcloth along her breasts, they were still tingling from their rough treatment and her orgasms and the warm wetness of it felt wonderful. "I think you'd find me in a very generous mood if you were to ask," she said in a similarly merry tone. 

Rob cleaned the excess lubricant from the crack of her ass as well, and left her once more with both of them laughing. When he came back he stood naked at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. 

"Are you going to untie me?" Courtney asked while pouting adorably. 

"Do you promise to fix my lucky shirt?" Rob asked. 

Courtney rolled her eyes. "I already said I would." 

Rob smiled. "Then I see no reason to keep you like that." 

He crawled onto the bed with her and undid the knot holding her wrist. Then he slid the other knot down, preserving the knot so he would not have to tie it again. Courtney slid into the front of his embrace, facing away from him but feeling very much connected. One of his hands slid into her hair while she held the other between both of hers. She wound her fingers with his, forming a latticework. She studied his fingernails, and felt how much larger his hand was than hers. 

"I'd say yes," Courtney said softly. 

The two had been quiet for a long time, and Rob had started to doze off. 

"What?" he asked sleepily. 

"If you asked me to marry you," she said. "I'd say yes." 

Rob kissed the back of her neck. "Then I'd better get a ring." 

Courtney turned in his embrace and her heart fluttered in her chest. "You don't need a ring right away," she said. She looked at him hopefully, suddenly knowing what she wanted from him. 

Rob kissed her lips and looked her in the eyes adoringly. "Alright then," he began with some nervousness. "Will you marry me Courtney Maclean?" 

"Yes, Robert Kavanagh. I will," she replied without hesitation. 

Then they kissed, and an explosion of affection for one another went off within them. Courtney was crying, joyous tears, which made the kiss very wet. The two laughed together, kissed each other adoringly, and Courtney pulled him with her as she rolled onto her back. She opened herself to him and found erect for her. He would always be hers, and she would always be his. They made love for the first time having made that commitment, and were certain in their path. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 19



Equally surprising for Jenna was that Gwen had agreed to go to the party with them. Unlike Karen and Jenna, Gwen was flirting happily with a young man a few years older than herself. He was handsome, and Jenna knew that he was rich. That knowledge had not come to her because she had sought it out, it had come to her because he was obnoxiously open about the fact. So much so one may call him boastful. 

Jenna was a touch confused by Gwen's continued interest in him, she did not seem the type to be impressed by material wealth, but then again she did not know the redhead very well. Maybe she was just looking for a hookup, which if the other thing Jenna knew about him was true she suspected Gwen would be pleased with her choice. 

The evening wore on and the party guests began to either pair off or make their exit. Gwen said a drunken farewell to Jenna and Karen before leaving with Clive, the young man she had been talking to for most of the night. Jenna persuaded one of her sober friends at the party to drive her and Karen home. They staggered down the driveway in their high heels and came in through the front door loudly. Rather than head straight to bed they decided to make use of the leftover liquor from the previous weekend. 

Jenna got them each a glass and poured three fingers worth of hard liquor into each to make for a rather substantial nightcap. 

"So," Jenna asked with a mirthful smile, "did you have fun?" Her words came from her mashed together and lazily enunciated. 

Karen took a sip of her drink and nodded. "Surprisingly, yes." 

Jenna laughed. "And you doubted me," she said drunkenly as she brought her glass to her mouth. 

Karen watched her drink. She saw the way the amber fluid slid past her parted, pink lips and how her throat shifted as she swallowed. Jenna's lower lip turned inward and she sighed softly at the good burn the alcohol gave as it slid down her throat. She set the glass down on the table in front of her great concentration to center it on a coaster. The two had wound up in the living room sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. 

"How about you?" Karen asked as she leaned back heavily against the couch. "Did you have fun?" 

Jenna nodded. "Yeah, it was nice seeing everyone again." 

"I'm sort of surprised you didn't let Jon drive us home," Karen said teasingly. 

Jenna sighed deeply. "God, I never should have hooked up with him. He's become ridiculous since we did." 

Karen laughed. "Well, when you get something good it's only natural to want more." 

Jenna laughed along with Karen, and took another drink. "Did you like any of the guys there?" 

Karen shrugged. "One or two." 

"If Richard'd been there there'd have been three," Jenna observed. 

Karen blushed. "He has a girlfriend." 

Jenna made a dismissive sound. "Ellen? Please, they're together out of convenience. Richard gets ridiculous when he really likes someone. Like, he wouldn't shut up about you for months after he met you." 

Karen's blush deepened. "He seems happy with her." 

"Oh, he's happy," Jenna said. "But before long he won't be. The only reason why they've lasted so long is because they see so little of each other." 

Karen leaned back against the couch and sighed. "I really wish he'd find a girl who's good for him." 

"I thought Gwen would be," Jenna said. "But that all fell apart before it even got started." 

"You should've dated him," Karen said. 

Jenna laughed, thinking she was joking. 

"I'm serious," Karen insisted. "You two are, like, perfect together." 

Jenna took a long drink and shook her head. "No, we're not. We just don't click like that." 

Karen was about to press the issue but stopped herself. "When was the last time you...?" she trailed off. 

Jenna blushed. "March," she admitted. 

"Jesus," Karen said. 

"Hey if we're talking dry spells..." Jenna stopped talking as she realized how insensitive what she was going to say was. She saw Karen's face fall and reached to grab her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." 

Karen smiled sadly. "Don't apologize." 

Jenna's hand continued to hold hers and Karen looked up into her apologetic eyes. She really was a stunning young woman, and actually looked an awful lot like Brianna. Karen ached to have her friends back, aside from Jenna she felt so alone. Then a suspicion entered Karen's mind, about all Jenna's failed relationships with men and her failure to truly connect with them. Her heart began to race as things started to fall into place in her inebriated brain. 

"You know," Karen began cautiously. Her hand ran up Jenna's forearm and over her shoulder. She leaned forward. "You and I could..." 

Karen came forward, her eyes closing and chin tilting forward as moved in to kiss Jenna. Their lips came into contact just for a moment, before Jenna hurriedly withdrew. 

"Karen I..." She was completely stunned by what had just happened. 

Karen blushed scarlet. "Oh God, Jenna. I'm so sorry... I thought you were..." 

Jenna shook her head emphatically. "No, I'm not... Are you?" 

Karen's blush somehow turned darker and tilted her head down in shame. 

"Oh." 

The single syllable hung in the hair for a long, awkward moment. Jenna took a thoughtful drink from her glass, draining the remainder of the alcohol it contained. 

Jenna laughed drunkenly, which broke the tension. "We are so shitfaced," she said and then sighed. "We both need to get laid." 

Karen was grateful that Jenna was making light of the situation, and wondered if she was not the first girl to try something with Jenna. It seemed unlikely, she had a definite appeal. She was taking it with surprising aplomb. 

"Yeah," Karen replied, still blushing, before draining her own glass, "we do." 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 19



That, ultimately, was what had led to the failure of the relationship. Karen had been unwilling to open herself up to the potential disapproval and ridicule she would have attracted for participating in a non-traditional relationship. It frustrated Courtney, but she understood that from Karen's perspective it had not been that simple. There had been more to it than Karen's fears for herself. She also wanted to save those she loved from the disapproval and the ridicule. She had been unwilling to subject her lovers to that, and the relationship had hit a dead end as a result. 

What, then, could Karen do? Be brave and decide then that she did not care what others thought, cast aside the restraints of secrecy and be open about her love for Rob and Courtney? No, Courtney understood, that had never been Karen's type of bravery. Her strength was internal, she bore burdens on her own. Her leaving had been extremely brave, extremely selfless and had driven Courtney and Rob closer together. 

Karen understood what better than anyone what shared adversity could do to a relationship. 

So, while Courtney understood what her friend had done it still hurt her to know that Karen was in pain. It hurt her that she would further that pain by telling her how happy she and Rob were now. It hurt her that Karen's selfless act meant that they were so far apart now, separated not just by geography but by circumstance. Their conversations were stilted, their love immense, and their shared gratitude astronomical. 

Courtney cried softly for a few moments then made herself stop. She had so much to be happy about, so much to look forward to. Potential was abundant, but Karen's shadow made it difficult to see at times, especially when she was alone. So she was grateful when she heard the excited barking of Winston and the sound of Rob's voice calling to her from downstairs to come help him put away the groceries. 

Courtney left the bathroom, her long hair still damp and with only a towel covering her body. She crossed the hallway and entered their bedroom. Rob called to her again and she hurriedly pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top before joining him downstairs. He smiled when he saw her and the chill that had descended over her in his absence thawed. She smiled back at him and got to work putting away the assortment of groceries he had brought home. 

Rob had to make a few trips down to his car to get everything, and then helped her finish filling the cupboards and stocking the fridge. Courtney leaned back against the island while Rob filled the drawer with the oranges. He straightened and turned to her. She had one long, tan leg crossed over the other. Her arms were bent at right angles, and her fingers were curled over the edge of the counter. The pose drew her shoulders upward, and emphasized the heft of her unfettered breasts under her tank top. 

Rob approached her and Courtney stayed in her lackadaisical pose as he leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips. 

"You smell nice," he commented after an obvious inhalation. 

"I just showered," she replied. 

Rob kissed her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. "I need one too, you should have waited." His hands slid around her hips and over her ass. 

He squeezed. 

Courtney shut her eyes and hummed softly. "Don't we have things to do?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow. 

"I think we've done enough today, don't you?" he asked. 

Courtney felt the stubble of his chin graze her jawline before his mouth went over hers once more. The adoration and desire in the gesture renewed the stirring within her. She pushed upward against him, her lips pressing tightly to his and her tongue delving deep into his mouth. 

"We still need to christen the new bed," she replied heatedly. 

Rob scooped Courtney up and placed her on the counter. "Should I take my shower first?" he asked her. 

Rob grinned inwardly at her response, which was to draw his mouth to hers and silence the nonsense he was speaking. Her legs wrapped around him and squeezed tight as he pulled back from the counter and turned. He held her ass in his hands and carried her off toward the stairs leading to the second floor. Courtney's lean, toned legs flexed tightly around his waist and her tongue played with his while he took the stairs blind. 

They entered their bedroom and Rob kicked the door closed behind him. Courtney's legs continued to hold him tight as he set her on the bed, and he remained prostrated over her. His erection tented his shorts and pushed into Courtney's crotch. Her earlier grief was soon forgotten in the passion of what followed. Rob began by stripping her of her tank top and feathering kisses along her torso's most sensitive places. 

Courtney's fingers curled around his hair as he kissed down the line of her breastbone, and held his face between her soft breasts as his tongue dragged along the sensitive flesh. He sucked on her breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple. He kissed her still damp stomach and grabbed the waistband of her shorts. He yanked them down her legs with as much patience as he had her tank top, and brought his mouth up between her thighs. 

Rob sucked, he lapped and hummed into her pussy. Courtney was squirming and her hands came to rest over his at her breasts. He squeezed them, trying his best to envelop them with his big, strong hands. He looked up at her while he did it, his hazel eyes shining green flecked with gold. He watched her abdominals contract, her chest rise and fall in time with her rapid breathing, and her shoulders rock back and forth as she writhed on his tongue. 

Rob was wicked towards Courtney. He brought her to the brink again and again, tormenting her in just the way she loved most. He pushed her, and pushed her until she was yanking on his hair to keep his tongue where she wanted it. Courtney knew he was going to wait. She understood that it was not enough for him that she simply wanted it, she had to need it. Every fibre of her being needed to be vibrating in a single, lustful note that said one simple message. 

Cum. 

And she did. For the first time in their new home, in their new bedroom on their new bed. Courtney's panting breaths hit a hitch and ceased for a few, strikingly still seconds before her body began to tremble with all the energy of her orgasm. It took Courtney's ass impacting the mattress beneath her to make her realize that it had left it in the first place. A series of crests surged through her, coaxed onward by the continued roaming of Rob's tongue. 

There was no respite for Courtney. Rob kept going and going. He kept her elevated, and bounced her up to the higher plane of existence that she went to when she achieved orgasm with well-timed motions of his devilishly clever tongue. It was exhausting for her and by the time he did ease up she was gasping for air desperately. He stood at the foot of the bed and stripped naked before crawling back over her. Her eyes were wide and shiny as she gaped up at him still, swallowing periodically to try and wet her dry mouth. Dry from crying out in ecstasy. 

Courtney's eyes registered the pleasure and surprise that always flashed through them when he penetrated her. She looked up at him and watched his body move above her. The soles of Courtney's feet slid along Rob's calves, and her toenails dragged against his skin as her toes bunched together. Her big toes pushed down on its neighbor, and the others all scrunched up together as her next climax approached. Rob did not ease up, he did not alter the regular pace he had set at all. 

Courtney came, and he kept going. He turned her over and worked his cock into her from behind. His fingers raked through her damp hair and became ensnared in her chocolate tresses. He pulled back on it, drawing her face out from the pillow she had been using to conceal her moans. Rob's body rubbed against hers, front on back, and the fingers of his free hand were interlaced with the fingers of one of hers. The other was reaching ahead and clawing at the mattress. 

Rob continued to reposition her, and made love to her from every conceivable angle. When he had her on her side with her leg pressing against his chest he traced her tattoo with his fingers. He remembered the significance behind the pattern of the curving, curling flowering vine. It had been drawn by Courtney's grandmother, the one she had dearly loved but had lost a number of years ago. The one who had nurtured Courtney's creative ability and helped channel it into a practical art. 

The pattern was also the one that had been meant to grace her wedding dress, the one which at the time Courtney had seen as unlikely ever to be needed. 

Rob cupped each of her breasts in turn, giving both a squeeze before trailing his fingers down her stomach towards her clit. His long shaft sawed in and out, and her eyes were shut pleasurably beneath her glistening forehead. However the state she had reached was a plateau, but when his fingers swept over her clit her eyes snapped open and her mouth opened to let loose a groan. Her body twisted below Rob after a few moments of frantic flicking from his fingers, and a shuddering cry tore its way through her worn out throat. 

Rob withdrew and laid next to her. She was facing him, hair veiling her face messily. He drew the shroud away and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Courtney pushed forward on his shoulder and he lay on his back. She followed him and mounted him. With a measured tilt of her hips a simple push back he was back inside of her. She lay on top of him for a while and enjoyed the intimacy of being in his embrace while he whispered sweet nothings to her. 

When she rode him she held nothing back. Her hips twisted, they gyrated and they oscillated with his cock inside of her. But those were all external, visible aspects of her sordid dance. Inside she was squeezing, flexing those inner muscles, tightening her pussy around him rhythmically as she moved above him with confidence and grace. Her motions caused the pressure at the base of his shaft, the one he had been pushing back for an age, to become unbearable. 

Courtney was flooded with a deep sense of satisfaction and something material as well. Rob's hands held onto her waist tightly and held her down against his throbbing, pulsating, jettisoning member. Cum flowed into her, making a sticky mess of her pussy as it continued to seize and release around him in a rhythm intended to keep him ejaculating. She urged all he had available into her hungrily awaiting body, and then squeezed tightly around him as he began to soften so he would not slide free. 

Courtney came down and his hand slid into her hair. She was breathless and sweaty, and her mouth was ever so sweet as he kissed her. He eventually slid free from the grip of her pussy, but that hardly mattered. The two of them were content to kiss and doze in lazy contentment until a stomach growled. Courtney insisted it had been Rob's, he insisted it was hers. A playful argument came out of it that ended with them departing for the shower together. 

Which they christened next. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 19



Gwen was driving for the evening, and stayed sober while Ben bought a round for Karen and Jenna. He and his two friends sat at the table with the three of them, the even numbers resulting in a natural pairing between the men and women. Karen was paired off with Ben, Jenna with Alex, and Gwen with Ted. His friends were cute enough, but Karen was most attracted to Ben. She felt safe surrounded by friends, and she enjoyed that Ben flirted with her freely and did not know about her past trauma. 

That had been one of the biggest changes in her life. Since she had moved she had been treated like any other attractive, female medical student. There was none of the awkwardness or irritating coddling that had become commonplace back home. There had been other changes, of course. Living with Jenna and Beth was vastly different than living with Rob and Courtney. She had stopped crying every night, and had managed to start expanding her circle of friends. 

Karen did miss them though. A dull, ever present ache in her heart that only went away when she was adequately distracted. Fortunately, her school workload and Jenna's company served to do the job of occupying her most of the time, however in the down times when she should have been relaxing alone all she could think about was Courtney and Rob, and the distance between them. The three all talked regularly, with Courtney perhaps talking to Karen more often. 

Karen remembered weeks earlier when Courtney had called her nervous. They had begun talking about mundane things, catching up and filling each other in on the new things in their lives. Karen had heard the hesitation in Courtney's voice as they had talked, but when she had finally gotten to what she had really wanted to say Karen felt she was happy with her response. Courtney had wanted Karen to be the first to know about Rob's proposal, and Karen had been able to hear the relief in her friend's voice at her positive response. 

Karen did not know why Courtney had feared that she would be unhappy. She was relieved that she and Rob were moving forward, and more importantly moving on. It was the entire reason why she had left them in the first place. She had feared that they may get into a rut after her departure, like she had, and be paralyzed. Knowing that they were happy, knowing that the love between them was still very much alive, had made Karen the happiest she had been since leaving for Cambridge. 

Now, Karen realized as she sat across chatting with Ben, she herself felt like she could move on. She still loved both of them, but it had been six months since they had broken up. Did she believe Ben was a replacement for Rob and Courtney? No. Not yet at least. However, he could be someone who made her very happy for at least a while. So she accepted the next drink he offered to buy her, and she listened intently as he told her about himself. 

He had graduated from Boston College, and now worked for a shipping company as a manager of some sort. He was young for the job, but had been promoted early due to the departure of the president of the company. The ensuing shifting of responsibilities had led to him getting a succession of promotions that placed him much higher on the corporate ladder than a young man had any right to expect. However, despite his self-deprecation Karen could sense that he was a highly competent type of person. 

Karen grew increasingly attracted to him the more she talked to him, which in the past she had generally found to be the opposite with men. He had a steady manner of talking, deliberate, and he communicated with his hands a lot. Karen found herself engrossed by him, so much so that she missed Jenna and Gwen's signals that they were ready to go home. Eventually, Jenna tactfully initiated farewells and the group of them left the bar. 

Ben and his friends insisted on walking the girls to Gwen's car, which was as much a way to spend just a little more time with them as it was a reasonable precaution in one of the city's rougher areas. 

"Well, this was fun," Ben said. "I've never been so happy to lose a bet." 

Karen smirked. "I'd say the bet was rigged in your favor," she replied. 

Ben rested a hand on her shoulder and leaned downward. He was reasonably tall, Karen guessed just shy of six feet, however it felt like it took a very long time for his head to make its journey downward. She was relieved when rather than going for a kiss on her mouth, he pressed his lips to her cheek. It was intimate but not overwhelming. Karen was grateful that he had sensed her unease and was able to adjust for it without any apparent disappointment. 

"Well," he said. "It wasn't entirely in my favor." 

Ben smiled and Karen laughed. 

"Would you like to go out sometime?" Ben asked, he shifted nervously. "I mean, just the two of us." 

Karen nodded. "Yeah," she said. "I think I would." She reached into her purse and withdrew her phone. After a few taps on the screen she handed it to him. 

"Here," she said. "Put your number in." 

Ben's face lit up with a victorious smile and he took the phone from Karen. He typed his number into it for her and when she took her phone back. Karen's fingers moved over the screen swiftly and Ben's phone chirped inside his pocket. 

"There," she said. "Now you've got my number." 

They were interrupted by one of Ben's friends slapping him on the shoulder. "Come on, lover boy," he said. "Let's head out." 

Ben looked a bit annoyed but laughed. "Alright," he replied. Then his attention turned to Karen. "See you later." 

"Good night," Karen said. 

Karen returned to the car and found both her friends grinning broadly at her. 

"What?" she asked, even though she knew the cause for their looks. 

"Nothing," Jenna replied with a smile. 

The three of them got into Gwen's car, and headed for home. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



Author’s Note:

First off, my apologies for taking so long to release this twentieth, and final, installment of Taken By The Wind. As some of you already know, I experienced a personal tragedy and the ensuing chaos delayed me considerably when coupled with an unexpectedly strenuous semester at school. 

Second, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your support through this difficult time and for the support prior that made writing this series for the past two years extremely rewarding. I can’t tell you how truly overwhelming the response to this series has been and how much I appreciate all of the feedback, encouragement and well-wishes that I have received in that time.

Finally, I hope you enjoy this final installment of Taken By The Wind and that it provides a satisfying conclusion to this series. 

-Max 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



“Thank you,” Richard said again.

“Make sure to come back Thursday,” Rachel said. “I’m making a meatloaf.”

Richard had learned it was easier not to argue with her. “Okay,” he replied. “Thank you, I will.”

He left and Kevin closed the door behind him. 

“I feel so awful for him,” Rachel said sadly. 

Kevin kissed her. Her big, pregnant stomach pressed against his. 

“You should get off your feet,” he said. “You’ve been doing too much.”

Rachel was eight months pregnant. They had been married the previous spring, and it had only taken a few months before they were expecting their first child. She was off work, the hustle needed in a kitchen just was not possible for her, and Kevin knew she was getting stir crazy being cooped up in the house all day. Everything was as ready as it would ever be for the baby’s arrival, which was expected to be by the end of the month. 

Rachel let him lead her to the living room and sat down carefully on the couch.

“I want to have Karen, Rob and Courtney over this weekend,” Rachel said. “And Brianna and Jane too if they can work it out. I’m thinking we should do a roast.”

“Rachel, please rest,” Kevin replied. He drew her head to his shoulder and she leaned against him. 

“I still can’t believe it, poor Richard,” Rachel said.

Kevin kissed his sweet wife’s temple and then leaned forward to kiss her pregnant stomach. 

“How is he doing in there?” he asked. 

“She’s doing fine,” Rachel said. They had chosen not to be told what the sex was, and so had been playfully arguing over which gender it was going to be. They would be happy with either, but Rachel felt she was carrying a daughter while Kevin insisted that the baby was a boy. Whichever the sex, it was active, and Kevin felt the kicking. 

“Hmm, seems restless to me,” Kevin said. 

“Well, she’s been extra active,” Rachel admitted. 

“See,” Kevin said concernedly, “you’ve been straining yourself too much. Let’s get you upstairs for a nap.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to take a nap.”

“Come cuddle with me then,” Kevin replied. 

Rachel rolled her eyes again but relented. They went upstairs and changed into pajamas. They spooned in bed, and in spite of her earlier arguing she was soon fast asleep. Kevin watched her fondly, hand pressed to her stomach, and held her protectively while she slept. 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



Richard’s vision became blurred and he eventually shut his eyes. Pain throbbed in his body and he felt light headed. A chill came over him, but his flesh felt hot and sticky. Blood, Richard realized distantly. He could hear Kevin saying his name but it felt like it was coming from far away. Too far away for Richard to reply. He did not think he would be able to anyway. Darkness was descending. Could Kevin not feel the darkness? 





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



However, when Karen had assured her that she would look after Richard his mother had calmed dramatically. Richard felt the fussing over him was altogether unnecessary, but when Karen’s deft fingers drew the tongue of leather out from his belt buckle he began to reconsider his earlier misgivings. She unfastened the button of his jeans and drew down the zipper. Richard might have been able to manage the process himself, but bending forward wreaked havoc on his fractured ribs.

Karen knelt down in front of Richard and pushed her lips into a straight line of grim calm before pulling both his jeans and boxers down in a single motion. His mostly soft manhood swayed in front of her and it became difficult for her not to eye it with interest. He stepped carefully out from his pants and underwear, and Karen rose back to her feet to fold them and place them on top of the toilet seat. She turned toward him and he saw her lovely eyes assess the damage done to his body. 

There was more than just the scars that showed how close he had come to death. The horrible bruising, the reduction in muscle mass, and the feebleness of Richard’s grip on her hand when he took it into his right. The nerve damage went all the way to his fingers. Karen grabbed his left hand instead when she helped him into the shower stall. His body tensed when the spray of water impacted his chest and Karen withdrew before she got splashed. 

She stood in front of the shower and heard Richard hiss in pain as he brought his arms over his head to work the hot water through his hair.

“Hold on,” Karen said. 

Then she paused. There was a moment of hesitation where she contemplated whether what she had in mind was a good idea or not. Then she remembered the way his hands had felt on her body as he had washed her, and how his body had felt beneath her hands when she had washed him. With only a brief hesitation she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She set it on the toilet with Richard’s clothes, and he watched as she pulled her sweatpants off as well. Her bra came next, allowing her firm breasts free to settle springily on her chest. 

Karen slid her panties off, pointing one foot down towards the ground and then the other to withdraw them from the leg holes, and was left naked in front of Richard. His body occupied much of the space of the shower stall, and unlike the last time they had spent time there together they were not already drunk with lust. This made Karen very conscious of every time a part of her body brushed up against his as she navigated around the cubicle.

It was impossible not to notice the damage the bullets had done to his body. Awful looking scars where he had been cut open multiple times lined his torso. Karen looked up from the wound in the middle of his abdomen and into his eyes. She saw the concern in Richard’s eyes, and realized he was waiting for her response to his disfigurement. Rather than say anything she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against the angry pink line on his chest and his stomach, and then walked around him to kiss the one on the back of his shoulder. 

Tension seemed to release within Richard after the final press of her lips, and she got to work cleaning him. Karen realized as she started to wash his hair that she had difficulty reaching the top of Richard’s head. She was standing behind him on her tip toes, and wound up making herself forget her shyness to press the front of her body against his back. He felt the round swells of her breasts press against his back, and her hips pressing against his buttocks.

Karen had kissed him a dozen times since he had been brought to the hospital, but this was a uniquely intimate experience. Richard tried not to hum with pleasure as her nails dug into his scalp and her fingers slid through his wet hair. She pulled on it gently, working the shampoo into a lather, and massaged his scalp. When she had finished she had him step under the spray, head tilted forward, and washed away the shampoo.

The process was repeated with conditioner. Richard felt Karen’s breasts slide along his back and her hips shift against his ass. He had not had any sexual release since the night the two of them had been together, and it was inevitable that when she started to smear body wash along his back that his manhood stirred. Karen was careful of the tender areas as she washed the back half of his body first. Her fingers swept gingerly up his ribs, though from the hiss he emitted she realized even that was too much.

“Sorry,” she said softly as she pulled her hands back.

“It’s okay,” Richard replied. “The pain’s a part of the healing. Thanks for doing this.”

He stood still, with his arms held out as far from his sides as he was comfortable holding them in expectation. Karen brought her soapy hands to his underarms, and then around to his shoulders. He winced again when she rubbed his injured shoulder, but it was mostly out of the anticipation of pain rather than actual pain. She cleaned the rest of his arm, and even, which felt rather intimate, his hands. Karen had delayed cleaning his buttocks, but it was calling to her now.

A new rigidity entered Richard’s posture when her hands went over the cheeks of his ass. Even after weeks of no exercise he still had one of the best butts Karen had ever seen on a man. She voiced this thought allowed, hesitantly, shyly, but was encouraged by Richard’s gentle and appreciative laughter. 

“You’ve got some of the best hands I’ve ever come across,” he replied. 

The attempts at flirting lifted some of the tension between them and replaced it with excitement. It also put Karen in a good state of mind to see the effect her hands were having on him when he turned around to face her. His cock, long and hard, swayed in front of him announcing just how much that part of his anatomy appreciated her cleaning him. Karen tried to pretend that she did not notice its semi-erect state as she set about cleaning the front of his body, but that soon became impossible when she knelt down in front of him to wash his legs. 

Eventually she gave in, though only after ensuring his feet were utterly spotless, and brought her soapy hands to his package. The left gathered his balls into its palm, while the right’s fingers wrapped around the shaft. Karen rubbed, mostly to clean but the way his eyes shut and the satisfied sigh that escaped him kept her at it longer than strictly hygienic reasons. She eventually released his penis, and ran her soapy fingers through the curls of his pubic hair to finish the task at hand.

With a parting squeeze she took her hands off him, and let Richard rinse off on his own.

“Do you have a robe or something? It’ll be easier to get into that than regular clothes,” Karen asked as she was stepping out of the shower stall. She saw the way Richard’s eyes ran along her naked body, and felt a thrill run through her at the hunger she saw in those eyes. She paused, in profile to Richard, one foot on the bathroom floor and the other still in the shower stall. Karen allowed him to look at her with unabashed desire until he blinked comically and shook his head to clear it.

“Uh yeah,” he finally replied. “In my bedroom closet.”

“Alright,” Karen replied as she stepped out of the shower. “I’ll go get that while you rinse off.”

Richard nodded dazedly and Karen could not help but smile to herself. She knew that if he had been healthy they would be having sex at that moment, but his injuries stopped that from happening. Karen got dressed after drying off with a towel, and left the bathroom. She found the robe Richard was talking about with a bit of difficulty, it was deep in his closet and looked like it had never been worn. When she returned she discovered him trying to dry himself. 

Karen went to him wordlessly, and he sheepishly handed her the towel. He was still hard, it was becoming uncomfortable. Karen rubbed him dry with the towel and then helped him into the robe. His erection tented the front of it lewdly, and bobbed as he walked. Karen followed him and helped him into the recliner. She was bent over him when he settled, her hands wrapped around his forearms and one knee between his legs. 

“Comfortable?” she asked with a small smile, but the worry in her eyes betrayed her concern for him. 

Richard could smell her perfume faintly as she held herself over him. Given her attire wearing the perfume seemed out of character, so he assumed it was for his benefit. Under that scent he smelt the aroma he knew came exclusively from her. His cock lurched at the sudden flood of memories that that scent brought forward, and Karen felt the shift of the robe. She glanced down at the sore tent, and then up at him. Karen brought her hands up carefully to the back of the chair and bent down to kiss him. It was a gentle, loving kiss. 

Karen held herself over him with one hand while she brought the other down the front of his body and slid it through the part in his robe. Her fingers pressed against his chest lightly, five separate and distinct points of contact on his pectoral. The kiss became more forceful as both became more honest about what they needed. Karen’s fingers trailed down his chest, lightly tracing the scar with her middle finger, and pressed her palm flat to her chest as she turned her hand to point downward. 

Richard’s breathing became more hurried, which caused his ribs to ache. Karen held herself carefully over him so that she was supporting all of her own weight. He slid his right hand into her hair and left the other resting on the armrest. Their tongues pressed together, cautiously, experimentally. Karen slid her hand further down his torso until it went under the loose knot of the clothe belt around his waist. Richard’s breath came in fast when her fingers brushed against his cock, and the sudden intake of breath made him wince as he stressed his healing ribs.

“Just relax,” Karen said softly. Her voice was soothing and sensual simultaneously. “I’ll take it slow.”

Richard controlled his breathing and Karen released his cock to undo the knot. She drew his robe open and took him back into her hand. Masturbating had been difficult to accomplish with the omnipresence of either his mother or nurses, not to mention needing to use the opposite hand that he was accustomed to, so the last time Richard had had any sort of release had been the night he and Karen had been together. Karen could feel the tension inside of him, but knew she had to be gentle in her relieving of it.

Richard sighed as her hand slid along the sensitive rod between his legs that sent vibrations of pleasure through his body. Her tongue was calm against his, casual in its swirling, patient in its caresses. He relaxed against her and she encouraged him into a deeper state of tranquility by running her nails gently over his scalp. He sank deeper into the recliner, settling, and gave himself over to her. She ran her hand along the length of him, squeezing and drawing down his foreskin.

Karen’s fist ran up and down, spreading his pre-cum along the length of his shaft making it slippery. She brought her mouth to his jaw and kissed along the line it made until she came to her ear. She spoke softly. 

“Stay relaxed,” she said. “Don’t hold back.”

Karen shifted above him, keeping a steady pace with her stroking hand, and pressed her lips lightly on his neck. She continued to move downward, her kisses dancing along his torso as gently as butterfly wings, until she was knelt on the floor in front of him. It was difficult for Richard to keep his breathing steady when her lips pressed against his stomach just below the navel. She released his cock and ran her nails along the front of his bare thighs.

Richard’s hard cock brushed against her cheek as she kissed his hip bone, and followed the path down from it to his ready member. She started with a testing lick. Her tongue swiped against his cock, making it sway eagerly above her. He did not tense up, so she brought her tongue back to his shaft and slid it from the base to the very tip. Richard hummed as she teased the slit with the tip of her tongue, and she wrapped her lips around the head. 

Karen sucked, and drew him into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed against the underside and the soft, wet interior of her cheeks pressed against either side of his shaft. She stroked him with one hand while she bobbed up and down getting a measure of how far she could take him. Her other hand cupped his balls, which made him groan. She heard the pleasure in the oration so she kept going. Every swipe of her tongue sent scintillating sensations up his spine and caused the pressure at the base of his shaft to become just a little greater. 

Karen drew him deeper into her mouth, the head brushing against the soft tissues leading into her throat, and then withdrew. Her gag reflex had not been tested like this for a long time and she needed to re-learn some old techniques. Richard’s good hand slid into her hair, holding it out of the way for her, and did nothing to alter her rhythm. Soft, wet sounds of mouth on cock filled the silence of the apartment. Light gagging, and the occasional spat when Karen drew back to add to the lubrication already on his shaft. 

Karen smeared her saliva along his length with her fist while nursing on the helm. Her dark, pink lips glistened in the warm, dim light the lamp on the end table provided. Richard gazed down at her as she worked to get him off. Her eyes would occasionally drift up to meet his, only to turn downward to herald her next attempt to swallow him down fully. She finally succeeded, her hand pressed flat against his body and her upper lip was tickled by his pubic hair as she swallowed all of him down. 

Karen’s eyes looked up into his as she worked the muscles of her throat around his shaft. There was no urgency, no pressure, just an invitation to release the load he was carrying when he was ready. She slid back up, keeping her lips tight around his shaft to trap the excess saliva and pre-cum in her mouth and swallowing it before bringing her mouth to his balls. She licked them adoringly, and stroked his slick shaft while she did it. 

Karen sucked one ball into her mouth, ran her soft tongue all over it, before moving on to do the same to the other. She swept her tongue over the entirety of his sack, and felt his hold on her hair tightening. She pumped his cock with her hand and buried her tongue under his sack. Her other hand was over his resting on the arm rest. She scratched the back of it with her neatly manicured nails. Her hand slid down his shaft and steered him back into her mouth. 

Karen slid the whole length of him into her throat and massaged his balls gently. She slid back up, all the way to the head, and then took all of him in once more. Karen’s head began to bob more quickly as she felt his fist tightening around her balled up hair. She felt his hand grip the armrest beneath her as tight as it could in its current, damaged state and knew he was ready before he even warned her verbally. 

Karen pulled back at his warning and sealed her lips tight around the crown of his cockhead. Her hand left his on the armrest and she stroked him in long, milking motions that drew the cum out from the balls she was massaging so tenderly. A groan escape Richard, and a sudden release of tension ran out throughout his body. His shaft twitched between her lips, and her oral cavity was being flooded by his thick seed. 

There was so much of it expelled that Karen had to start swallowing while he was still ejaculating or she would risk making a mess. She urged all of it from him, cradling his balls in her soft palm, tugging his rigid shaft, and rubbing her tongue against the spewing head. Richard breathed more violently than he should have through it, but the discomfort that caused his ribs was worth the pleasure he was experiencing. 

Richard had not felt this good since the last time they had been together. The power of the love he felt for her was frightening and beautiful. Feeling so deeply for another was a dangerous, reckless act, but if his heart were to ever be broken by Karen the time spent loving her would make it worth that pain too.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



The heels of Courtney’s hands and her hips took the brunt of the punishment. The blood rushed to her head and it was not long before she was cumming again. This time, however, when her pussy seized his cock Rob felt the pressure building at its base unbearable to push back. He came, hard, while hunched over his fiancée and with her feet drumming against the sofa cushions. Courtney felt him filling her, the hot substance flowing along the inner walls of her vagina and pooling inside her womb.

Rob released her when he had finished and sat back breathlessly on the couch. Courtney pushed herself up, her face flushed and sweaty, and giggled. 

“God, who knew you’d get so turned on over floral arrangements,” she joked. 

Rob laughed breathlessly and opened his arms to her so she could curl up against him. She squeezed her thighs together to stop from staining the couch with the cum seeping out from her, but after a while hygiene drove both of them to go take a shower. Then it was back to work planning. Both knew that the honey moon following the wedding was going to be when they really would enjoy themselves. The wedding would be romantic certainly, but the stress of playing host to so many would make it less enjoyable than going away together the following week. 

Returning home had been a decision they had made mutually. Most of their family was there, and the Northeast in June was beautiful. They were hoping for an outdoor wedding, however the venue they had chosen had a permanent tent erected that could be deployed differently depending on the weather so the wedding would happen regardless. Historically speaking, there was a twenty percent chance of rain on the day that they had chosen. 

They were well prepared, all that remained to spoil the wedding were unforeseen circumstances.   





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



“Get her out of here,” he told Courtney, who stood in the doorway watching the scene with fright. His voice was steady, but she could hear murder in his tone. She went to Marilyn and took her arm. She guided her outside and Rob was left alone with his father. 

Harvey made no effort to escape his son’s hold of him, he was scared that if he moved he might provoke him. His feet were bleeding into his socks, he had stepped on a shard of glass and his feet throbbed in pain. It was his rule that shoes were to be left at the entrance of the house, and he had taken his off when he had arrived home.

“You’re never going to do that again,” Rob told him darkly. 

Harvey was affronted. “She’s my wife Robert, I can do what I…” Suddenly the breath left him. Rob’s fist had sunk into his abdomen in a devastating uppercut that impacted his diaphragm.

“She’s my mother!” Rob bellowed. “And you aren’t going to hurt her anymore!”

It took a few moments for Harvey’s breath to return to him. He could see the deadly anger in his son’s eyes and marveled at the control he was showing. If he had been in his son’s position he would have been flinging him all over the place. He had the advantage, the physical strength, but he was hardly using it.

“I’m taking her with me,” Rob told him. “The next time you hear from her will be through a lawyer.”

He released him and Harvey fell into a seated position on the floor, sliding slowly down the wall. “Fuck you!” he spat bitterly. “She won’t leave me.”

“She will now,” Rob replied confidently. He looked down at his father. “I might have forgiven you,” he said sadly. “When Courtney and I have kids, I might have decided having a grandfather of some sort was better than none at all. Jane might have forgiven you too, if you’d just shown her an ounce of support. I wish…” Rob stopped, knowing it was a lost cause. Why waste the breath?

“Goodbye,” Rob said. Then he turned.

“She’s taken everything,” Harvey cried. Bitter tears trailed down his cheeks. “That bitch of yours. She took you and poisoned you against me. She used you to keep me from my baby girl. Now she’s taking my wife.”

Rob left his father to his lunacy, and did not turn around. He left through the open front door and looked at Courtney as he shut the door closed behind him. She had given his mother a tissue from her purse, and his mother was using it to clear the blood away. 

“You didn’t hurt him did you?” his mother asked. 

Rob’s jaw tightened. “He… he cut his feet I think.”

“We should call the police Rob,” Courtney said. 

“No,” Marilyn said darkly. “He’ll hide behind his lawyers and sue Rob in retaliation. It’ll be easier and better to just move for a divorce. I’m okay.”

That she was the one to bring it forward was a relief to Rob. He had been bluffing when he had told his father his mother was going to leave him, but it seemed Marilyn was set on that path. For now, at least.

“Let’s head over to Aunt Deb’s house,” Rob said. “We’ll get you cleaned up there.”

Rob would broach the topic of contacting the police again later. For now getting his mother to a safe place was more important.





Taken By The Wind Ch. 20



Karen lifted her arms, never breaking eye-contact with Richard, and let him pull her dress over her head. She had worn her hair down, so there were no fasteners to get caught on the dress. Karen stood with visibly more confidence than she felt inside. Richard reached forward to fix her mussed up hair, and then used his combing fingers to draw her mouth towards him. He kissed her, tenderly and hungrily, and the nervousness she felt began to fade.

Richard’s hand slid down her back and expertly unfastened her bra. Karen wondered how many times he had performed that maneuver. Her bra slid away from her breasts, and she let it fall from around her arms to the floor. Richard’s hand came around to her front and curled around her breast. The nipple was already hard and pressed firmly against his palm. Karen felt something brush against her, and realized Richard was becoming erect.

“The tub’s ready,” Karen said. Her lips brushed against his as she spoke. 

Richard drew back, half-hard and clearly eager to get her into the Jacuzzi. Karen watched him step into the hot tub, and pulled down her panties before following him inside. She saw how he was more careful in his motions now. His body had mostly healed, but he still felt the need to be cautious performing certain movements. Karen made to sit down next to him, but he pulled her towards him by the arms instead and she wound up straddling his legs. 

Richard’s manhood pressed up against the smooth lips of Karen’s pussy. He drew her mouth to his and the pair kissed once more. Richard held onto Karen’s ass, a cheek in either hand, beneath the surface of the water. She pressed in close, searching out his warmth and seeking contact between their bodies. They kissed slowly at first, both trying to not seem as desperate as they were. Karen was hiding her desire in case he was hiding pain, and he was concealing his to not frighten her with how much he wanted her. 

The façade quickly fell. It was their bodies that betrayed them, first Richard’s shaft ballooned beneath Karen, and then Karen began to grind against the stiff member beneath her without thinking. Richard’s hands tightened their hold of her clenching buttocks, and held her up when she went to lower herself onto his cock.

“Don’t forget the condom,” he said in a ragged voice.

“I went on the pill a month ago,” Karen replied.

Richard chuckled. “Eager beaver.”

Karen burst out laughing and Richard’s eyes widened as he realized the possible double entendre. “I just meant…” he began but Karen silenced him with a deep kiss.

“I know what you meant,” she said. Karen rolled her hips and dragged her pussy up and down the length of his naked shaft below the agitated surface of the water. She brought her mouth close to his ear as the helm of his manhood nudged up against her opening. “Both meanings are true though,” she said while pulling away from him and sliding her labia back down his length teasingly. “I’ve wanted it for months.”

Karen drew back up his length and once again his cockhead was poised at the entrance to her sex. She looked at him, more serious now. “I love you,” she told him. 

“I love you too,” Richard replied. 

He watched Karen’s features light up with a smile, and then tighten as she let gravity carry her downward. The tip of his member pierced her opening, and the flared helm widened the passage for the rest of his shaft. Karen was tight, incredibly tight, and both felt it as every inch of Richard was swallowed up by her burning pussy. The breath that she had held since before she had begun impaling herself on his cock left her shakily, and she looked up into his eyes with a deep satisfaction. 

At last they were together again, fully. For the first time they were together without a crisis happening around them. Feeling him inside of her, occupying her, enveloped by her body, made her feel for the first time that they were a real couple and not some sort of peculiar alliance formed out of a tragedy. Tears threatened, and she did not bother to hide them from him. He held her, and she felt soothed. There were no need for words to express how much he loved her or how devoted he was to her, the touch said it all. 

“I love you,” Karen said shakily. She cried, for what might have been, because she had almost lost him. She cried because she had been shown mercy at last, and because the gratitude and adoration she felt for Richard was too much to contain. She cried because at last he seemed healed and whole to her, and she no longer had the strength to conceal the depth of her fear and love. Richard kissed her throat softly and murmured soft, soothing words to her until she at last calmed. 

“I love you too,” he said. 

Then he kissed her again and Karen’s tears dried up completely; evaporated by the heat of their passion. Karen began to move above Richard in small forward and back motions of her hips. The motions were slight at first, an expression of Karen’s inability to contain her lust. Richard felt her tighten around him, the sheath of warm flesh his cock was wrapped in squeezing down on him as she engaged muscles she had not bothered with in months. 

Their soft gasps and hushed moans were covered by the Jacuzzi jets, but the two were close enough to hear their lover’s vocalizations. Karen’s motions were careful, graceful, in an effort to not re-injure him. Richard held onto her hips, neither tightly nor loosely, and let her take control over the rhythm of their lovemaking. She shifted forward and back, drawing herself off of his cock and then pushing herself back onto it. Her breasts, wet from the tub, slid along his chest.

Karen’s erect nipples dragged along his pectorals as she pushed her chest against his and slid up from his cock. She held his head in both hands, cradling it to her throat as she rode him. She detected no pain in Richard from her motions, and became emboldened. Karen pressed a hand to the side of the tub while still holding his face to her neck and began to ride Richard with less restraint. Her breathing was labored, and the ache she had felt inside since he had lain his hand on her thigh under the table had grown tenfold in intensity.

An ache had formed inside of Richard as well. An old, familiar one, not one of the new ones he had felt since the shooting. It was like a pressure building at the base of his shaft and within his balls. Every squeeze of Karen’s pussy around him, every heated breath she expelled next to his ear, and every lust-filled motion of her hips made that pressure build up inside of him. As her motions grew in intensity they did not lose their elegance.

Karen rode him with great urgency and intensity. The ache inside of her was becoming overwhelming, and the only way to ease it lay with the organ inside of her. Her arm flexed as she gripped the edge of the tub in a death grip and slammed herself onto Richard’s cock again and again. Their moans hit a crescendo, now clearly audible above the sound of the hot tub. Karen flung her other hand to the side of the tub, pushing away from him so she could bounce up and down on his erect manhood.

Richard gazed up into her sultry eyes, and knew to hold on until she had finished too. The water sloshed around in the tub as Karen’s motions disturbed it. She felt his hands tighten their grip around her hips, and then fell forward as he thrust up against her. 

“Richard…” she gasped.

He thrust his hips up into her, and she felt the strength that had been restored to him. He was weaker than before, still recovering, but he was plenty strong for this. His manhood slid deep inside of her, withdrew, and then rammed itself back up inside her trembling pussy. Karen’s hands clutched the edge of the tub tightly as Richard slammed his hips up against her with enough force to threaten to make her fall forward. 

Adrenalin flooded through Richard’s veins, compensating for the loss in muscle he had experienced over the past few months. Karen felt his hands slide under her ass, and realized in a flash that he was going to lift her. She scrambled to find purchase on his shoulders as they rose, unsteadily, from the water. He did not carry her far, just far enough to sit her on the edge of the tub, but the display of strength released something inside Karen that she had left caged up. A last vestige of doubt that he was physically ready for what both of them craved. 

Richard’s hands closed around her hips and he slammed his against her. She opened her legs wide to him, and wrapped them around him to spur him on. The sounds of wet flesh colliding punctuated the harmony of the lovers’ moans. Karen’s breasts shuddered from the force of his hips impacting her. She slid backward dangerously but Richard pulled her back towards him. However, her perch on the edge of the tub was too precarious to do what he really wanted. 

Richard drove up into her fiercely, making Karen cry out, and again she felt herself being lifted. This time he carried her out of the tub, both dripping water everywhere, and lowered her to the bathroom floor. She was laying on the bathmat for the most part, but her shoulders were resting on the cold tile. Richard held her head with one hand to keep it from colliding with the hard floor while he worked his hips into her desperately. 

Both were close, so terribly close. Their juices mingled, their bodies shook, and their breathing became shorter and hotter. Richard looked magnificent between Karen’s legs, revitalized, restored, and she felt herself falling in love with him again and again every time he thrust into her. He reached up and grabbed a towel from the bar, and balled it up for her head to rest on. This let him rise up and put more force into his thrusts.

Karen came. First her breath caught in her throat and an incredible, body-wide tension overcame her. Then, the breath left her in a long, trailing moan that sent reverberations through Richard and set him off as well. He flooded her, and Karen shudder on the floor other him while he did. She held onto him with her arms and legs, holding him close and shaking uncontrollably. His hips bucked jerkily against her, until he finally grew still above her once more. 

The two breathed heavily as their shared orgasms dissipated and left them in a warm fog. Karen felt Richard’s erection recede within her, and felt none of the anxiety she had felt the last time she had felt his hot seed pooled inside of her. This time all she felt was deeply satisfied and incredibly comfortable under his large, powerful body. Richard kissed her and she stayed on her back on the floor. Her hand entered his hair and she ran her nails gently over his scalp. 

“We should get cleaned up and head to bed,” Richard said with a contented smile. “Long day tomorrow.” 

Karen agreed and the two showered together. They went to bed, but despite their good intentions did not sleep. Instead they decided that being tired in the morning was not such a bad thing.





Taken By The Wind



"What's going on?" she asked.

"Robert's going to wait out the storm at a friend's house," his father replied. 

"That's a good idea. Don't drive if it keeps up. You can go and get him after work," she told his father.

"Yes dear," his father replied.

Karen giggled when he saw Rob roll his eyes, "I'll be fine Mom."

"I know sweetheart," she replied, "Have a good time. Just call us when you're ready to head home."

Suddenly the 'if it gets worse' had become 'your father's driving you', which was how conversations with Rob's mother usually went.

"Okay," Rob replied.

"Love you," she said.

He glanced at Karen, "Love you too," he said hurriedly and then hung up the phone, "Moms," he said to Karen.

She nodded sympathetically, "Yeah, your best friend and worst enemy at the same time."

They left Rob's truck and entered her house. It was small but clean and well maintained. Rob looked around with interest, and Karen watched him self-consciously.

"It's kind of..." she began to say.

"It's nice," he said. 

Karen smiled, "Thanks."

She pulled off her hat, letting her long dark hair fall free. Next she unbuttoned her jacket, pulling it apart to reveal that she was wearing a close fitting white sweater underneath. She pulled her boots off next, and dodged the snow they'd tracked in from outside as she stepped into the kitchen. Rob hung his coat on the same coat rack she'd hung hers on, and kicked off his boots before following her. He found her stretching up to grab a glass from the cupboard.

She was in profile, her round ass wrapped tight in the snug fitting sweatpants she'd worn to the exam. Her chest was thrust forward slightly, her pert breasts straining against her sweater. The image lasted only a moment, her calves taut as she went up on her tiptoes to retrieve two glasses. Her legs and ass were what Rob had originally noticed about Karen, both were incredible. She had a slender build, and was quite short, but her ass was simply incredible and the legs it sat above weren't far behind. 

Karen lowered herself back down, and grinned at him. Rob realised he'd been staring and grinned back at being caught.

"Sorry," he said.

Karen gave her bum a little shake, "Don't mind a little admiring. It's the drooling that's the problem," she joked.

They both laughed, Rob's laughter slightly nervous, but both relaxed a little bit.

"So, what do you want to drink?" she asked as she went to the fridge, "I think we have eggnog. Feel like being festive?" she asked.

"Sure, why not. 'Tis the season," Rob replied.

Karen pulled out a carton and then led him to a flight of stairs that led down to the basement rec room. They sat down on the couch and she poured them each a glass of eggnog. Karen grabbed the remote to turn on the TV; she flipped around until finding a movie, A Christmas Story, and left it on while the two talked. Without Rob really noticing at first Karen shifted closer to him on the couch. 

He didn't really become aware of her presence until she rested her forehead against his shoulder as she laughed at a joke he'd made about their Accounting professor and slapping his knee scoldingly. 

"He's nice, he's just old," she said, "We shouldn't be laughing at him."

"They should let him retire, remember our midterm? They had to cut out a quarter of the marks because he didn't give enough information to do the question," Rob retorted.

Rob was suddenly aware of how close Karen was when she turned her head and rested it against his shoulder. The hand she'd swatted him with remained on his thigh, and he felt her shifting against him. Rob didn't say anything, he liked having her close like this. The familiar scent of her perfume drifted up his nostrils, making him wonder for the hundredth time what it was and why it made her smell both sexy and beautiful simultaneously. 

The unfamiliar sensation of her touch made him feel warm, and the way she was pressing against him made him feel even warmer. They continued to talk, but the conversation was going on autopilot. The movie played in the background, forgotten as they sat together. Karen wasn't really thinking of what she was doing, she just found it nice to press against his warmth. She wished he'd wrap his arm around her, but that might be too intimate for what this was supposed to be. 

They were friends, and that's all she wanted from him. She got that she wasn't the type of girl he would date, and she wasn't looking for a boyfriend anyway. Karen wasn't even sure if it was really over with Adam, she'd confronted him with what she'd been told by her friend but he'd denied it forcefully enough that she found herself believing him. She didn't want to think about that right now though, right now she just wanted to focus on how nice it felt to sit with Rob like this. 

Karen realised how alone they were for the first time. Her parents and brother were gone, would be for at least another day. Today was the twenty-second, the final day of exams and the first day of winter break. Her family wouldn't be back until Christmas Eve, and Rob's parents knew he was out with a friend, but not which friend. The thoughts she was having distracted her from the conversation, and she realised Rob had said something that she'd failed to reply to.

"Karen?" he asked.

She pulled away from him, feeling flustered.

"Sorry," she said hurriedly, "What did you say?" 

"I asked where the bathroom was," he said.

Karen put some distance between them, feeling embarrassed about what she'd been doing. What would he think? She had invited him into her house after telling him that she had broken up with her boyfriend, and then she had been rubbing against him like a needy cat. Karen felt herself growing nervous, unsure of what he wanted, but even worse unsure of what she wanted. 

"Uh, up the stairs, go left and it's at the end of the hall on the right," she told him.

Rob got up, "Thanks," he said and left her by herself on the couch. 

Karen felt warm, embarrassment and a collection of other emotions running though her. The basement suddenly felt altogether too warm, so she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it to the growing pile of clothing near the washer. Karen breathed deep and gave herself a pep talk. Just relax, he's just a guy. He's not expecting anything from you, and you're not giving him anything. She felt herself relax somewhat, and noticed that the end credits were rolling for the movie. She flipped to the news, and her eyes widened. 

Rob was upstairs giving himself a pep talk not dissimilar from the one Karen had been giving herself. Relax man, she's just being friendly. It didn't feel friendly though, and Rob was worried that she was trying to use him to feel better about what had happened with her boyfriend. He splashed some water on his face and dried off with the towel before returning downstairs. As he was just at the door to the basement he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the name: Mom. Rob sighed but answered.

"Hi Mom," he said.

"Rob? Oh thank goodness. Listen, don't drive anywhere alright?" she said.

"Mom, I'll be fine, the roads aren't..."

"Where are you?" she asked.

"Uh, Schmitty's," Rob lied, regretting it immediately.

"Good, can you stay there over night?" she asked.

Rob blanched, "Jesus Mom, is that really..."

"Have you seen how bad the storm's gotten?" she asked him incredulously.

"No, I've been in the basement," he replied honestly. 

He found it was easier to adjust the truth for his mother rather than to fabricate something entirely new, he lacked the imagination and acting ability to make outright lies convincing. Something he and his sister Jane did not share. 

His mother sighed impatiently, "We're going to be getting another ten inches of snow overnight."

"Holy shit," Rob said.

"Watch your language Robert," his mother chastised him, "You stay where you are, I'm not even going to let your father leave now that he's home," she told him.

"I'll be..."

"Let me speak to Schmitty's mother," his mom ordered impatiently.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I wish to speak to her, Robert," she said.

She was just trying to protect him, Rob knew, but his mother was really starting to irritate him. 

"She isn't here," Rob lied. 

Jesus Christ, Rob said, sinking deeper and deeper.

"I'll call her," his mother said.

"No!" Rob exclaimed, "Just a second I think she's just pulled in."

His heart started beating rapidly and he went downstairs.

"Uh, hey Karen?" he asked quietly.

She turned to face him, her eyes finally going away from the video footage of the storm.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Could I stay here tonight? My parents don't want me to drive in this," he said, pointing to the TV which was showing a head on collision between an SUV and a Lexus sedan on a loop. 

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she said.

"Cool," he said, his heart relaxing. 

He finished the call with his mom, and sat down on the couch next to Karen. She'd stripped down to a white tank top, the spaghetti straps failing to hide the pink straps of her bra beneath. Suddenly his heart rate was back up. They sat together and watched the news footage. Rob tried to avoid sneaking glances down Karen's top but failed. Karen didn't notice the effect she was having on him. She was absorbed by a realisation: he was staying the night. 

She didn't snuggle up against him again, worried that she was pushing him in a way that might hurt their friendship. Karen decided that she really shouldn't be cozying up with another guy while she was still dealing with what had happened with Adam. Once she decided that the conversation returned with ease, and turned to the topic of relationships. Rob told her about how he'd broken up with his girlfriend, Jenna, which Karen already knew because she'd seen it on Facebook but acted as if she didn't because she didn't want to seem too well informed about him.

They talked for quite a while, the news running in the background. Eventually hunger set in and they went up to the kitchen in search of scraps. They found leftover shepherd's pie, which Karen's mother had made for dinner a few days earlier.

"What do you want to drink with it?" she asked.

"Uh, what do you have?" he asked.

Watching her bend over to search through the fridge blew Rob's good intentions out the window. Her ass strained against the material of her sweatpants, begging to be squeezed and fondled. Rob decided to give in. She was hot, she liked him, if she wanted to have a bit of fun with him who was he to argue? So he relaxed, and when she came up with a bottle of everybody's favorite captain and a carton of eggnog he didn't even blink.

"Since you're not driving," she said with a grin, passing him the bottle of rum.

"Can't argue with that logic," he replied. 

Karen wasn't sure what she was doing, and gave up on trying to stop what was happening. Screw Adam, she told herself, she was done with him. Rob wanted her, and if she alone wasn't enough for Adam then he wasn't going to have any of her. She and Rob returned to the basement and ate their dinner. Karen poured them a drink each, and kept them topped up throughout the meal. She began to hope that the alcohol would ease the tension between them, and the drunker she got the more sense that idea made.

By the time they reached the end of their meal she was starting to feel pretty tipsy. Rob was buzzed, but wasn't feeling the effects quite as strongly as she was. Karen poured him another eggnog, though this time it was mostly rum as they'd reached the end of the carton, and they sat back on the couch to watch another movie. 

"God, it's nice to not have to do anything," Karen sighed.

She was curled up next to him, her head propped up on her hand, her elbow pressing against the armrest. Her feet were pointed his way, which meant he could sneak peeks of her taut legs and round ass as she lay there. 

"Yeah, it's great to be able to relax," he said.

Karen hummed her agreement and took a swig of rum directly from the bottle before passing it to Rob who finished off the rest and put the now empty vessel on the table. She scooched towards him, and rested her head on a cushion. She turned over onto her back and looked down at him with mischief in her eyes. A smile grew on her lips as she looked at him. 

Rob laughed drunkenly at her staring, "What?"

"Do you like me?" she asked. 

"Sure do," he said, suddenly feeling drunker than he'd thought he was.

Her smile grew wider, "Do you like my feet?" she asked wiggling them at him.

Robb gave a little laugh, "Sure, they're cute."

"Would you mind rubbing them?" she asked, biting her lip nervously and pointing them towards him.

"Sneaky," he replied, slurring his words slightly, "Sneaky sneaky Karen," he muttered drunkenly as he pulled her right foot into his lap. 

"Thank you Kavanagh," she sighed.

"Call me Rob," he said.

"Alright Rob," she said.

Though she was drunk Karen wasn't as drunk as Rob apparently was, she'd been quietly cutting herself off as she'd noticed her words starting to string together. This had left Rob with more of the rum to drink, and though they'd spaced it out over a few hours, the alcohol had taken its effect on him. Rob slid the sock off of Karen's foot, noting the dark blue nail polish she'd applied to her toenails. 

"Pretty," he said.

"Thanks," Karen said, feeling her cheeks growing pink.

He took her foot in his hands and started massaging. Rob was good at this; Jenna had run track in high school and often had sore feet that he'd rubbed for her. It had been one of the sure-fire ways of getting her motor going, so he'd never minded obliging her request. Karen was benefitting from his experience now, and as he kneaded the tension from her feet she began to feel warm all over again. 

The heat spread from her center, and she felt her breathing deepen as he worked his hands over her elegant foot. Rob admired the gentle arch of it, and felt the softness of her skin as he rubbed it. Her eyes closed contentedly as the massage continued with her other foot. Rob ran his thumb along the back of her foot, following the length of the metatarsals, his gentle touch making Karen squirm pleasurably. 

She wasn't used to being treated with such care, he squeezed and massaged her foot tenderly, working out the spots of tension he found. Rob did next what he would have done with Jenna, which was to turn to face Karen and bring his hands down to her calf. Jenna had been a runner, so her legs had often been sore along with her feet. He massaged Karen's toned calf through her sweatpants, and she was beginning to have difficulty hiding her growing arousal. 

Rob switched to her other leg and repeated the process, feeling the firm muscle under the fabric. Karen's leg stretched forward, and her foot pressed into his groin, making Rob tense up. Her eyes opened and she looked down to him, her eyes glazed over. She pulled her foot back apologetically, and Rob let go of her leg as she came forward. Her hand went to his, and slid up his bare forearm. She looked up at him, his hazel eyes staring back into hers, his dirty blonde hair slightly mussed. 

Karen reached up and ran her hand through his hair, it was soft, not too long but enough to grab at which she liked. There was a lot about Rob that she liked, he was very handsome, with a strong jaw and straight-edged nose that fit his face perfectly. More than that though, he was smart, he was cool, and he was nicer than most guys she'd met. She kept waiting for him to show some of the snobbishness that she associated with people who came from the South End. But it never came.

She remembered him as the football and track star, how he'd seemed to glide through the hallways with a gaggle of followers, always seeming slightly embarrassed by the attention. Karen remembered seeing him with Jenna, how he'd only ever seemed to have eyes for her. Adam wasn't like that with her, he didn't care about her at all. Maybe Rob would. 

Rob looked at her as she studied him, her fingers combing through his hair, their breathing growing heavy with desire. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, her mind wandering as she rationalised what she was about to do. She was angry, she was sad, but she'd found someone who was nice to her and made her laugh. Karen stopped caring about whether or not it was good to do this, she wanted to do this, and she was just drunk enough to make it seem like a good idea. Her head tilted upward and her hand went to the back of his head. 

Rob had a momentary crisis, rethinking his earlier assertion that if she wanted this it was okay. But he'd been too lonely for too long and he was too drunk to care. He let his hand reach outward and he grazed her soft cheek with the backs of his fingers as he brushed her jet black bangs out of the way. Karen leaned forward, her hand pressing against the thigh nearest to her as their lips came together at last. The kiss was cautious at first, but the effects of the alcohol had loosened them up enough to grant them the confidence to keep going. Rob felt her soft lips mould to his, and then part as their tongues crept out to come together. 

Their tongues slid over each other, their mouths widening as they both leaned into the kiss. Karen moaned into the kiss, her fist tightening around his hair as she drew him tighter to her. Their mouths were sweet from the eggnog and rum, their saliva mixed, growing homogenous as the kiss grew in intensity. Rob's free hand reached forward, resting on her hip, the warmth of her body bleeding out through her clothing.

Their tongues embraced one another, and their lips remained locked as Karen swung around to straddle his thighs. She now had the advantage of height and with a wicked smile she pushed him back against the couch before swooping back down into the kiss. Both of Rob's hands swept Karen's midnight locks out of the way and pulled her against the kiss. He felt her ass resting against his thighs, shifting as she rocked into the kiss. 

The movement caused his cock to stir in his pants, and his erection swelled as she continued to shift in his lap. Karen kissed him hungrily and he matched her passion as they made out. The sound of their heavy breathing and wet sounds of suction as their lips came apart and then together again between kisses filled the room. Rob was a good kisser, Karen realised, he was firm when she was firm but softened when she did. 

He toyed with her tongue, and nibbled on her lower lip in a way that made her giggle and gasp. His hands ran through her hair, and she shut her eyes at the sensation of his touch as his long fingers worked their way through the long dark locks. She pushed forward without really thinking of it, pressing her crotch firmly against the rising bulge at Rob's groin. He groaned into her mouth as she rocked her hips against him, the heat of her center pressing directly against his swelling organ.

Karen felt the lump and pressed into it, swaying her hips into his groin as she continued to kiss him. Rob's hands slid down to her shoulders and followed the gentle ridges of her shoulder blades as he brought them lower. His fingers brushed against the strap of her bra over her tank top and then pressed into the small of her back. He pulled her against him, pushing his hips up to meet her downward motions.

Without his hands restraining Karen's hair, it veiled them in darkness. His hands slid lower, his pinkies pressing against the narrow band of flesh exposed between where her tank top ended and her sweatpants began. One of Karen's hands came between them, pressing against his chest as their tongues continued to chase one another around their mouths. Rob reached lower cautiously, his pinkie and ring fingers pressing into the flesh of her shapely buttocks.




Taken By The Wind



Karen broke the kiss, "Go ahead," she panted into his ear before fusing her lips with his once more.

Rob slid his hands lower, now cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands. She worked out a lot, he knew, and before that she had danced competitively. Her ass was wonderfully round, and as he applied pressure with his fingers he found the twin buns to be firm. Karen groaned into his mouth, the motions of her hips growing more urgent. Rob fondled her ass, squeezing each cheek in turn, making Karen feel very warm. 

The swaying of her hips grew frantic as he groped her ass, and before long she was practically humping his groin. Rob's cock had groin rigid inside his jeans and was threatening to tear its way through the denim. Karen angled her hips, and her mouth left his as she ground her clit against the stiff cylindrical shape that had formed in Rob's pants. The kiss had devolved to the two of them simply mashing their lips together as they moaned freely into one another's mouths. 

Karen tore her lips away from Rob's and pulled his head to her shoulder. Her moans grew louder, and her thrusting even more urgent. He felt her ass clenching as she shoved herself against the bulge in his pants, her pussy soaking her panties as she felt herself getting close to the edge of climax. Rob kissed her bare shoulder, turning his mouth and bringing his lips to her throat. Karen's heart was racing, perspiration formed on her forehead as she drove herself down against Rob's contained erection. 

Her hold on him tightened and a loud groan escaped her. Rob felt her stiffen above him, and had to fight not to release his load inside his pants as he realised that she'd just hit a climax. Karen drove herself against him wildly, her heart hammering in her chest, her panties becoming soaked with her nectar as she drove herself against his turgid member. He listened to her breathing come in shuddering gasps as her body flattened against his and she shook against him. 

Rob continued to kiss her neck gently as her chest rose and fell against his, her hand pressing against his back balling into a fist around his t-shirt. Her nails dug into his scalp and she fought to recover, a rush of embarrassment following her rush of euphoric bliss. She wasn't sure when she had lost control, but as she fought to recover it she worried that she had just humiliated herself. As she came down, Karen couldn't believe that she had reached climax from just a bit of grinding.

She'd been so sensitive with him. Everything had felt so good and had built up so quickly that before she knew what was happening... 

One of Rob's hands went upward and pressed against her back, holding him to her as she breathed into his shoulder. She breathed in his scent, recovering faster than she was letting on because she needed to come to terms to what had just happened. Her drunken mind failed to form coherent thoughts, and all she wound up thinking was that she wanted more of what she'd just had. She pressed her lips against Rob's exposed neck and relaxed her grip on his shirt. 

"I think it's time to go to bed," she murmured into his ear. 

"I like that idea," he told her.

Karen laughed softly, "I bet you do. But you can't join me unless you carry me there," she commanded jokingly.

Rob slid his hand back down to her ass, "Alright," he said.

With a sudden burst of strength, Rob drove his body forward and upward, scooping Karen's up as he stood on his slightly wobbly legs. 

"Are you sure you won't drop me?" she asked worriedly, reconsidering her earlier conditions.

"Positive," he said, giving her ass a squeeze. 

Karen breathed in sharply, "Upstairs," she said.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, hugging him tight as he walked to the stairs, going up them unsteadily. If he'd been sober this would have been an easy task, but being staggering drunk was proving to make it difficult. He took it one step at a time, Karen squeezing her body tight against his the entire time. Her breasts squished into his chest, her breathing quickening as her excitement grew over what they were about to do. 

With what she was about to do, with Kavanagh, with Rob, the guy she'd had a crush on since ninth grade, the guy who had met her at seven in the morning the day of their accounting exam for one last frantic study session. It was happening and she squeezed him tight with her strong arms and legs to reassure herself that this was real. They reached the top of the basement stairs and Rob staggered forward, pressing her hard against the wall, making Karen gasp from the impact. 

He held her up with his hips as he steadied his legs beneath him. Rob's lips found hers, kissing her hungrily as he pushed his hips up against her. Karen pulled his mouth against hers, the back of her head pressing against the wall, her fingers entwining with his hair. 

He pulled his mouth away from hers, "Which way?" he asked breathlessly.

"Right, up the stairs, first left," she replied heatedly.

Rob pulled back from the wall and stumbled down the hallway towards the front door. He reached the bottom of the stairs, and went up the first four steps before reaching the landing at the base of the longer flight. He pressed her against the wall once more and kissed her deeply before carrying her up the remaining stairs. Karen's mouth attacked his neck as they drew closer, kissing, licking, even biting, making Rob's breath catch and his swollen cock throb inside his jeans.

They reached the top of the stairs and he pushed her against the door. Her mouth went to his, and he reached blindly to open the door. Karen's hand went down, joining his in the search for the elusive door knob, before closing around the cool metal and twisting. The door swung back suddenly and Rob staggered past the threshold and into her bedroom. He had to accelerate to keep them vertical and they impacted a wall. Karen gasped from the force, but kept her lips locked against his as their teeth knocked together.

Rob pulled away from the wall and meandered blindly around her room until his legs hit the foot of her bed. He fell forward, Karen's weight pulling him down, and he landed on top of her. He broke his fall with his hands and managed not to crush her. Their lips had come apart during the fall so Rob pressed his mouth back against hers. Months of tension was breaking, of being friends but wanting more. Of wanting to be with this nice guy, but unwilling to hurt the one she was with. Of needing to keep things proper, to do the right thing. Rob pushed his hips downward, his groin pushing into her crotch, and felt her legs wrap around him. 

Karen's hands went down his back and fumbled at the bottom of his t-shirt. Rob broke the kiss and tore his shirt from his body, throwing it somewhere behind him before diving back down into the kiss. Karen ran her hands along his torso, feeling the definition of his abdominal muscles, and up to his powerful chest. Her hands continued to roam over his torso, running along his flank and finally down to his groin. She pressed her hand against his package, squeezing his swollen member through his clothes. 

It felt big, she traced the shape with her fingers, making him breath shakily into the kiss. It seemed to go on for a long time, and for the first time Karen since she'd lost her virginity she worried that a cock would be too big for her. Adam was above average in the size department, even big, but Rob felt huge. The rest of Rob's high school nickname came to mind: Knee Knocker Kavanagh. She squeezed it, feeling the bulging organ through his jeans before bringing her hand to the buckle of his belt.

Rob felt Karen trying to undo his buckle blindly, and pulled back to help her. Karen pulled her hands away and he stood at the edge of the bed. She pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it aside as he undid his belt and moved onto his fly. Rob pulled his jeans and boxers down simultaneously, and Karen gasped as his turgid manhood bounced into sight. Thick and long it jutted out from his body, pointing straight at her. 

Karen sat up and reached out with her right hand. Rob watched as she gazed at his cock, her eyes wide. He had no idea how large he was compared to other guys, though he was aware of the nickname he had been given in high school. Rob had always assumed it was a joke, something the other guys said to take the piss out of him. Karen took his thick member into her hand, her cool touch made him gasp. 

She drew back his foreskin, a silvery bead of pre-cum leaking out from the slit. He was large certainly, but so was the rest of him so it didn't seem obscene on his body, it seemed proportional. Adam's had always looked big on him because he was thin, more wiry ectomorph than chiseled mesomorph like Rob. She stroked his shaft gently, feeling the warmth of the blood bloated organ. She brought her other hand up to his balls, weighing them in her hand as she admired his shaft. 

Karen got over the size of it quickly enough, the alcohol helped to push down her worries and instead grow excited. She leaned forward and drew back the foreskin. Her lips pressed against the drooling head of Rob's cock and he sighed they widened, drawing the first inch of his throbbing organ into her warm mouth. Her fist ran up and down the length, her tongue circling the helm as she masturbated him. 

Rob sighed pleasurably and brought his hands to her head, holding her hair out of her way as she sucked on his cockhead. Her hand at his balls began to work, squeezing them gently, feeling the semen sloshing inside the sack, waiting to be released. Karen drew more of him into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the floor of her mouth as her lips stretched around the girth of his manhood. She breathed through her nose and massaged the underside of his shaft with her tongue.

Karen began to bob carefully, only taking about a third of his length into her mouth. She stroked as she sucked, swirling her tongue around the oozing helm at the top of every stroke. Her saliva spread along the length of his shaft as she took in more of his length, managing to get two thirds into her mouth before hitting her gag reflex. She coughed around him and pulled back, resuming the comfortable range of motion she'd determined earlier. 

She applied greater suction as she was pulling away from him, as if she were trying to draw out the cum that threatened to erupt from Rob at any moment. Karen's hand rolled his balls in her hand, juggling the twin orbs skillfully as she continued to bob on his shaft. She hummed around his shaft, swallowing down his pre-cum and her excess saliva as they mixed in her mouth. Her eyes turned upward at last, having thus far remained either staring straight ahead or closed.

Her bright green eyes shone brightly in the warm light from the hallway that spilled in through the open door to her bedroom. The sight of his glistening shaft disappearing between her lips, her round breasts clutched possessively in her pink bra, and her eyes looking up at him entreatingly nearly set Rob off. He fought back the building pressure and reached down, cupping her breast over her bra with one had as he held her hair in a loose ponytail with the other. 

Karen withdrew from the blow job and reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra. It grew slack around her and she pulled it off, tossing it in the same direction she had her shirt moments earlier. She looked up at him, leaning back on her arms to let him see her wonderfully round swells. They weren't large, but they were perfectly shaped, lovely mounds of firm flesh that flowed from her chest smoothly, matching her petite frame. 

Rob moved forward and pressed his hand to her shoulder. Karen shifted back on the bed, and lay back as his weight sank into the mattress once more. He lay over her, mostly naked, his cock pressing into her bare stomach as he brought his mouth to hers. Karen was surprised by the tenderness with which he kissed her, the caring and softness of it exciting her in a different way than any of the kisses earlier had. His mouth left hers and pressed against her jaw gently before moving further down.

He kissed down along her throat, letting his teeth graze along the flesh, making her shudder. Rob kissed her bare shoulder gently before bringing his mouth to her collar bone, kissing his way around to the hollow of her neck. His hands slid up her naked flank, making Karen gasp as they reached her ribs and reached around to her front. They went over her breasts, squeezing the firm swells gently as he slid further down her body to kiss her sternum. 

Rob's thumbs followed the underside of her breasts, sliding up along the side of the fleshy hill to the peak marked by her proud nipples. He kissed her chest between her breasts, circling her swollen nipples with his thumbs as she squirmed excitedly beneath him. Her hips pushed upward, her crotch pressing against his burgeoning erection. Rob squeezed Karen's right breast and surrounded her nipple with his mouth, making her gasp as suction was applied to the stiff nubbin. 

He switched breasts, flicking his tongue over her left nipple while squeezing her right. Karen hummed happily under him at his ministrations, the sound urging him to do more. He rolled her right nipple between his fingers and grazed his teeth along the left, making Karen gasp and thrust her chest up against him. Her hand clawed at the back of his head, pulling his mouth to her breast, and he sucked greedily one nipple while toying wickedly with the other. 

Karen's hips squirmed under him, tendrils of electricity coursing through her body from the treatment of her sensitive nipples. Rob pulled away from her chest, making Karen moan in protest until she felt his mouth press against her stomach. 

"Oh yes," she breathed as Rob kissed his way down her flat abdomen. 

His fingers slid down her flank and gripped the waistband of her sweatpants. They dug in, hooking the elastic of her panties as well as he pulled downward. Karen lifted her hips and Rob pulled both down her toned legs and over her pointed feet. He threw them to the floor impatiently and grabbed her right leg. He pressed his lips against the arch of her foot, and then to her ankle. Karen wriggled with excitement as he feathered kisses teasingly down the length of her limb.

He paid particular attention to her inner thigh, the scent of her pussy growing stronger as he drew closer. Karen shifted on the bed, practically forcing his mouth to her center, but Rob held her down and kept up his teasing. He kissed inward, and Karen felt his breath against the lips of her cleanly shaved labia. She braced herself for the contact between his mouth and her pussy lips, but he kissed the inside of her other thigh instead. Karen groaned in frustration.

"Please, Rob," she whined, pulling him towards her pussy.

Rob laughed softly before giving her what she wanted. He grabbed her right leg from behind the knee, spreading her wide as he brought his fingers to the glistening folds of her sex. She shaved the lips and trimmed the bush down neatly to the bikini line. The dark color was the same shade as the hair on her head, and wonderfully soft to the touch. He ran his fingers up along the folds of her sex, brushing against the pink bud of her clit. 

Karen gasped excitedly and Rob pulled his fingers away, sliding them back down her slick folds. He rubbed her sensitive labia and pursed his lips, his lungs pushing out a jet of air that teased her sensitive clit. Karen moaned as his fingers massaged the pink inner folds of her sex, her wetness coating the digits as they probed at her tight entrance. His tongue poked out of his mouth and he pressed the tip against her stiff clitoris as he slid two fingers into her.

"Ahhnn," Karen cried, nearly cumming instantly.

Rob got his first taste of her pussy as he dragged the flat of his tongue along her clit, the dew of her sex running along his taste buds, sweet and tangy at the same time. He pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy, her channel gripping the two digits tight as he worked them further into her. Rob focused his efforts, his tongue flicking against her clit as he drew his fingers in and out of Karen's dripping sex. Her juices trailed down his digits, flowing into his upturned palm as he probed deep into her channel.

Rob molded his lips over her clitoral hood, rubbing his tongue against her clit as he curled his fingers up against the roof of her vagina. He was basing his movements on what Jenna had liked and on Karen's responses. When he found the slightly rougher patch of flesh he was searching for, he knew he'd done the right thing. Karen cried out, and he kept rubbing at her G-spot. Her hips bucked up against him awkwardly, splayed wide as she was. 

Karen felt herself become overwhelmed for the second time that night when Rob wrapped his lips around the hard bud of her clitoris and applied suction. She nearly screamed as she came, her hands pulling at his hair to draw him in closer as she filled his palm with her sweet nectar. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers, squeezing them tight as she shook and jerked on the bed above him. Rob pulled his mouth away from her sensitive clit, letting her overloaded body tremor its way through her climax. 

When her shuddering form grew still and he felt her pussy loosen around his fingers he kissed her stomach gently. Rob withdrew his fingers from her sodden cunt and brought them to his mouth. He tasted her sweetness on his fingers, letting her juices mix with his saliva on his tongue, savoring the taste of her. He'd never understood his friends' aversion to performing oral sex for their girlfriends, seeing the look of utter rapture on Karen's face just now was something he wasn't going to soon forget.

Rob kissed his back up her stomach, releasing her leg and letting her wrap both around him once more as he brought his mouth to hers. Karen tasted herself on his tongue, moaning into the kiss as he rocked his hips against her. His swollen manhood was sandwiched between their bodies, the fat shaft pressing into Karen's stomach. The kiss intensified, and Karen shifted beneath him, trying to get him into position. 

"I don't have a condom," Rob told her between kisses. 

"It's okay, I'm on the pill," she replied urgently.

"Thank God," he gasped.

Karen giggled and he shifted lower so he was between her legs. He crouched over her and rubbed his bulbous cockhead searchingly along the slick folds of her pussy. Rob found her opening, and pushed forward.

"Aahhnn," they moaned in unison as his shaft pried past her entrance, the swollen head of his cock entering her slippery channel. 

Rob sank his bloated organ into her slowly, its girth stretching her tight pussy to its limit as he entered her. The veins and ridges of his shaft pressed into the sensitive flesh of the walls of her pussy, dragging along them as he eased his way into her. Her body gradually accepted more and more of his long, thick organ. Karen breathed heavily as she felt it fill every spare bit of room she had, gripping the bed sheet beneath her tightly. 

Finally, just when it felt like he was going to hit the back of her channel, he bottomed out. Rob gave a satisfied groan, her pussy stretched tight around his throbbing manhood. Karen didn't think it would take long for him to set her off again. She was riding the precipice right now and all he'd done so far was put it in. He'd taken it slowly enough that there hadn't been any pain, only agonising pleasure as she felt her channel being stretched in new and impossible ways. 

Rob came forward, laying on top of her, and pressed his lips against hers gently. He rocked his hips against her slightly, making her moan against him as his pulsing organ stirred her insides. Karen grew used to the motions and began returning them, gasping under him, gripping his hard biceps tight to brace herself against the intensely pleasurable sensations his turgid member was feeding her body. Rob kissed her deep, and then pulled back.




Taken By The Wind



He drew his hips backward, a third of his length leaving her greedily clutching cunt before he pushed forward to bury himself inside her once more. Karen gasped as he bottomed out inside her, and he held it there for a moment before repeating the motion, pausing at the end of each stroke. Gradually his pauses grew shorter, and the length of his strokes longer. Karen's fingers dug into his hard biceps as he thrust into her steadily, the top of his thick shaft dragging along her clit with the way he angled his hips. 

His motions grew faster, and he began putting more force behind them as he saw Karen could take it. She moaned her pleasure to him, gasping for breath as he worked himself in and out of her sensitive pussy. Her arms went around to his back, her hands splaying across his shoulder blades as his entire body seemed to sway smoothly above her. Her legs rubbed against him, wrapped tight around his waist as she pulled herself up against his thrusts. 

Rob increased the force of his thrusts, the bed starting to creak from the weight of his body impacting Karen's. The fleshy cacophony of their bodies colliding joined their gasps and moans as Rob drove into her. It wasn't his full strength, not nearly, but it wasn't gentle either. Karen writhed beneath him, her legs squeezing him tight as he steadily thrust into her body. Her moans took on a new urgency and Rob kept going mercilessly, shoving his cock into her tight pussy hard with every motion of his hips.

Every muscle of Karen's toned body seemed to seize up in unison, her back arched and her head tilted back as a scream of ecstasy escaped her. Rob drove his manhood home inside her quivering sex as her climax overcame her. 

"Fuck!" Karen cried as she exploded around his swollen shaft. 

Her pussy spasmed around him, squeezing him enticingly, urging him to spill his seed. Rob held on, he buried his length inside of her and let her beat her fists against his back as she came. Her legs squeezed him tight, her hips thrusting spastically up against his as her orgasm ripped through her. Karen's body contorted on the bed, her back bending, her taut abdominal muscles flexing and rippling. Her hands grew still, and Rob lowered his body on top of hers as she continued to shake beneath him.

Karen grew still and he kissed her neck tenderly, feeling her body relax against his. Her breathing was heavy, but she kissed him back passionately when his mouth came up from her neck and went to hers. Karen pressed on his shoulder and he rolled over, pulling her with him. With her now straddling his body she began to rock back and forth. Rob reached up and took one of her breasts in either hand, squeezing them gently as she gradually increased the pace of her thrusts. 

The light from the hallway provided him with enough light to see her clearly as she pushed up from him, bracing her hands on his chest as she worked her hips on top of him. The fluidity of her motions matched the grace of her dancers body, her tight core flexing and relaxing as she worked her hips in a circle, her legs flexing as she drew herself up along his length. His glistening member emerged from her hot sex before being engulfed in its warmth once more.

Karen leaned backward, pressing her hands on his thighs as she worked herself up and down his shaft. Her hair swayed behind her as she rode him, and she straightened up so that she could bounce up and down his full length. Rob held on to her waist, steadying her as she rode him hard, her breathing growing laboured, sweat brimming on her brow and between her legs as she impaled herself on his turgid member repeatedly. 

Rob began to thrust up to meet her, increasing the force of each impact. Her breasts rippled from the strength of the collision, the firm mounds shaking as their bodies met each other. Rob reached around her, taking handfuls of her ass and squeezing tight, pulling her down onto his shaft. Karen gave a sharp exhalation every time she bottomed out on his cock, punctuating her moans and laboured breathing. She came forward again, resting her hands on his stomach as she rode him, her exhalations becoming cries as she grew closer to yet another climax.

Rob was having difficulty holding on, the way she was moving above him, the way her body felt wrapped around his, the way she looked as his full length disappeared between her pussy lips, all of it became too much. He pulled Karen down on top of him, her breasts squashing against his chest as he hugged her against him and began to thrust up into her frantically. The barrage of his hips shook her body, his cock moving in and out of her like a well-greased piston as he slammed himself into her over and over.

"Ahhnn," he bellowed deeply, a sound rich with lust as he reached the point of no return.

With a few more soul shaking thrusts of his hips Rob drove himself up into Karen and pulled her down with his powerful arms, his manhood burrowing as far into her as it could get before he at last felt the building pressure release. Rob groaned, and Karen gasped as she felt his shaft flex powerfully inside her. She felt his wad of cum impact the back of her vaginal canal, splattering inside her as he pushed his hips up against her, grinding against her in an attempt to somehow get further inside of her. 

In his effort to penetrate her more deeply, he ground against her clit. The next surge of his cock resulted in another streamer of semen spewing forth violently, coating her womb with the scalding hot substance. Karen gasped and tensed, a final orgasm rippling through her, overshadowed by the power of Rob's as he released the tension of four months into her body. His arms held her tight, and he groaned deep as he continued to ejaculate into her shuddering body.

Karen had always found a boy's face goofy when he came, but Rob didn't look silly: he looked relieved. His eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open, an expression of pained liberation on his face as he continued to rock his body up against hers. He filled her with his seed, hot, thick jets spewing inside her, his rigid manhood twitching inside of her as his seed evacuated his balls and surged into her quivering sex. 

His hold on her relaxed, his expression losing the pain, replaced by satisfaction as he grew still under her at last. His cum leaked out from her filled channel, trailing down along his swollen member as it stretched her engorged pussy lips. Karen continued to quake above him, a blissful exhaustion falling over her, feeling his erection recede inside of her channel as their sweaty bodies pressed against each other. 

He kissed her neck until her breathing recovered and she pulled her mouth to his, sharing a languid kiss as his cock wilted and eventually slid out from her warmth. They grew lazy as they lay together, the kiss ending and Karen simply lying on top of Rob with her head resting on his chest. He combed his fingers through her hair and ran his hand along her bare back, feeling the soft warmth of her flesh until her breathing grew steady and she fell asleep. Rob wasn't far behind her, the press of her warm, naked body against his and the gentle rise and fall of her chest lulling him into a content and fitful sleep.