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Wanting

By: Mist



I had been waiting for him all day. Bringing myself to the edge, desperately wanting to let go, but knowing that it wouldn't be enough.

As I heard his keys in the door, I rushed to meet him.

That morning he had left sharply dressed in his deep blue suit, but I knew that he would have been to the gym on his way home. As he swept through the door, the first handful of clothing that made its' way into my fist did not include a tie; it was the soft worn cotton of my favorite t-shirt. And as I pulled him to me, my naked body pressing up against his, he grinned and whispered "So, did you miss me?"

He smelled faintly of after-shave, and his hair was still damp.

"I have been waiting all day..." I replied as my hands made fast work of his jeans. He never wore underwear after gym days; I loved that about him. 

"Oh god... Baby, we can't, we're going to be late..." 

"We have time, we don't have to be there for another 45 minutes..." 

As I pulled his hand to meet me, I could hear the groan building deep in his throat. I was wet, waiting, pushing him to the bedroom with a single goal in mind. I whispered my desires into his ear; I wanted him deep in me, buried, pounding, and throbbing. I needed him. 

And as he picked me up to carry me to the bedroom, I knew I would get my wish.

My mouth sought his, hot and hungry, and we made it... well close enough anyway. Just inside the room he reached behind me to push the door closed, and I slid my way down his body. Kissing and sucking, headed toward my prize, I took him into my mouth, licking, tasting, touching, sucking him deep into my throat, my nose pressed up close to his body. 

"Stop..." 

My answer was the definite, but muffled "No..." said while I continued my work.

"No, come here..." He said while pulling me up, kissing my mouth, and sucking my tongue deep into his. 

His hands knew me so well, while one hand rubbed and teased my already hard nipples, the other snuck between our bodies to explore the wetness between my thighs. I don't know how I was able to speak at all, my tongue felt twisted and tied, but the slight whispering, pleading, begging words somehow managed to escape my lips "...please..." and "...oh...god!" 

I needed him. This man could make me beg and weep, and he knew it, but I wasn't in the mood to play, I needed him inside me.

"Now... Oh... God...Please.... Fuck me... Please!"

As his body pushed me up against the wall, my hands clinging to him, around his neck and woven into his hair. My mouth hot and wanting, claming his lips and seeking out his tongue.

As I wrapped my legs up and around his waist, I pulled my body to meet his. 

We moved franticly, each closer than we had realized. 

My breath caught, the waves washing over me, slowly building, and multiplying, I swear to god, I would have fallen down that wall had he not pulled me closer, his head buried in my neck. 

This was what I had been waiting for, this man who as he came deep inside me, my body milking him, pulling and wanting more, cried out my name.

And as my feet slipped to the floor, our bodies seeking the stability of that same wall, we heard the muffled sounds of his roommate coming home.

"…Damn…" 

I couldn't contain the small laugh, I knew his roommate had noticed the discarded clothing that had made it no further than the entryway.

"Hey you guys, we are going to be late!" He shouted in our general direction. "Even though you are the guest of honor, they are not going to wait for you..." He added.

We rushed to dress. Me in the light gray, semi transparent gown he had chosen for the occasion and he in the charm and luster of his tux. I moved to open the door, but the warmth of his hand feather light on back gave me a moments pause, I turned to kissed his mouth lightly, and whispered a quiet "Thank you..." as the beginning of a grin played my lips.

Wanting...



I want to kiss you, my lips touching ours lightly at first, feeling their way tenderly across yours, my tongue gently meeting yours, the slight rasp of your tongue on my lips sending shivers down my spine, our kiss becoming urgent as our passion awakens from its slumber.

I want to pull you close to me, to have you wrap me in your arms as my hands press into you through your clothes, hurried fingers pulling your shirt from your waistband in an urgency of need, the need to feel your flesh under my finger tips.

I want you to respond, your fingers pulling a my clothing as your need for me sends unconscious signals through your body, your fingers touching my flesh making you pull me closer, as if our clothes could just melt away with the heat of our bodies.

I want to fumble with your buttons, trying to undo your shirt as we still kiss, our hunger driving us on as I eventually manage to bare your flesh to my hands and I can feel the hardening of your nipples as I run my palms over them, teasing them slightly with my fingers.

I want to feel your hands tugging on my shirt, pulling it up and making you break the kiss as you slide it over my head, discarding it on the floor quickly and returning your hands to my now-bared torso, only the lace of my bra between your fingers and my own hard nipples.

I want to hear your breath quicken as you revel in the sensation of my hands on you, your skin prickling under my touch, as if my fingers were electric, to match the sensations you send through me, my skin feeling the heat of your desire through your fingertips as you pull my bra aside to gently stroke them over my nipple.

I want you to kiss me again, harder, urgently as you become more aroused, pressing your body against me, pulling me to you with your hand on my back, trapping your other hand on my breast, pressing my hands into your chest as you pull me closer, feeling my hands still manage to slide, one moving over your nipple, the other sliding down towards your waist.

I want to slide my fingers into your waistband, to touch the hardness trapped within, moving them so I can unbutton you, unzip you, give myself more room to wrap my fingers around you and feel your kiss electrify as you feel my fingers wrapping round the core of your desire.

I want you to enjoy the sensation of my fingers wrapped round you, stroking you, fingertips exploring every inch of the thick hardness under them, as I enjoy the feel of your velvety skin in my hand, contrasting with the solid core that lies under it, the velvet skin sliding over it under the pressure of my had as I run my fingers up and down the length of you.

I want to drive you wild with the feeling of my hand on you and have you want me, desire me, as I want and desire you, my hand urging us both on, our kisses hot and passionate as you run your hand up my back to undo my bra, separating us briefly as you slide it off me.

I want to stand there, half naked in front of you, looking into your eyes, feeling the heat of your lust in your gaze as it travels over me, making me tingle, making me want you, making me move towards you, peeling the last of your clothes from you and baring you naked to me.

I want you to slowly undress me, trailing kisses down my stomach as you slide my trousers off me, peeling my underwear with them, kissing what you have revealed as you kneel before me, easing my clothing off each foot in turn, sliding your tongue over my skin, teeth nipping gently at my belly button, then slowly lowering your mouth to kiss the mound of flesh below.

I want you to slowly lower me to the floor, your hands on my hips pressing me gently, urging me to kneel before you, your kisses trailing up my body as I sink to my knees before you, your hard prick brushing against my skin as I slide lower.

I want to kneel before you, bringing my mouth to yours once more, as your arms circle my waist, pulling me against you, trapping your hardness between our bodies, my hands reaching round your neck, my fingers stroking your hair as your hands run up and down my spine, one hand straying lower to cup my buttocks and pull me harder against you.

I want to break our kiss just to move my mouth to your ear, nibbling on it gently as you trail kisses down my neck, dragging your teeth over my skin in the way you know I like, softly, but enough pressure to make my breath quicken, making me arch my back, almost pulling away from you, but keeping your mouth on my neck as you lean in to me.

I want to slowly move you till you and I slide to the floor, moving you so that I can lie on top of you, trapping your hardness between us again as I draw you into another kiss, moving my hips to grind myself against you, teasing your hardness, then moving myself to slide up your hard prick with my wetness.

I want you to feel then how much you are turning me on as I slick your hardness with my desire, my hot wetness surprising you as I slide it over you, kissing your lips again, wrapping my tongue around you, surprising you with my urgency, my passion, my desire and having you respond with your own.

I want you to start exploring me with your hands, feeling me, feeling the heat of me sliding your fingers all over me, reaching down to the swell of my buttocks, pulling me against you again, then releasing as I slide myself down your body, trailing kisses as you did to me, pausing to nibble your belly button while your hardness rests between my breasts and I move slightly to rub against you.

I want to move lower, your fingers trailing over my shoulders and neck as I dip my head, my tongue snaking out to taste you, a brief touch against the head of your prick, but enough to make your breath catch as my tongue fleetingly rasps gently over the sensitive skin, then making your fingers tighten, twining in my hair as I dip my head further then drag my tongue up the entire length of your prick, kissing the tip of it, licking it, then sliding it between my lips.

I want to wrap my tongue over your prick, tasting the slight salt of your desire, while you lie back, savouring the feel of me sucking you, my tongue wrapping round, then flicking gently at the hardness of the tip, teeth nibbling, dragging over the smooth skin then gently puling on the loose, velvet of your foreskin, sliding my tongue over it, pulling ever so gently on it with my teeth then using my hand, sliding it down your shaft to tighten the skin over the head so I can lick round the rim.

I want to make you close your eyes with the ecstasy of having my mouth wrapped round you, to make you sigh with the pleasure of feeling me sucking you, licking you, nibbling you, teasing you, feeling you become even harder in my mouth.

I want to slide from between your legs where I have been nestled while sucking you, still with your prick in my mouth, sliding over to lie with my arm over your thighs, my hand still wrapped around the base of your hardness, little finger straying to stroke the tightening skin of your balls, moving so you can reach out and touch me, your hand running over the skin of my belly, your fingers playing over the softness they encounter, straying lower to slide over the soft hair on my mound, lower still, my legs parting as you move your fingers between them.

I want you to side your finger over my clit as I suck you, making me gasp, the cold air rushing over the head of your prick as I do sending shivers over you as it contrasts with the heat of my tongue.

I want you to tease me as I suck, rubbing my clit, circling it, pinching it gently, sliding lower to the rim of my wetness, slicking your finger then sliding it over my clit again, the wetness lubricating your movement, making it more delicious.

I want you to slide your fingers over me as I move my hips in time with your movements, my mouth continuing its exploration of your prick, lapping at the head as you circle my clit, lips tightening under the head and sucking as you pinch gently, mouth sliding to take more of you in as your finger slides down to my wetness again, taking as much as I can as your finger probes into me, deeper, then sliding out as I slide my mouth back up your hardness.

I want you to pull me towards you with the hand that is teasing me, making me move, pulling me gently, guiding me till I straddle you and your tongue can slide from your mouth, sliding out to lick my clit, a swift, teasing lick, as I did to you making me sigh with the pleasure.

I want you to take my clit in your mouth, teasing it with your tongue as I continue to suck you, licking at it, nibbling it gently with your teeth, wrapping your tongue round it and licking it slowly, gently, then harder, your tongue pressing against it.

I want you to take your finger from my wetness, sliding your tongue from my clit to where your finger was, sliding it into me, inside me, tasting me, feeling the muscles as they tighten as the sensation of you licking, sucking, nibbling, teasing makes me tighten in anticipation of pleasure.

I want to lick and suck you as you are doing to me till I can take no more of the need to feel you inside me, filling me, and move from you, turning, kissing you, tasting my own wetness on your tongue as we kiss deeply and I move to sit over you, pressing my wetness against your prick again, sliding over it as we kiss hungrily, sliding up to the very tip, feeling the soft folds of my skin surrounding you as your prick slides to the rim of my wet hole, and you press against it.

I want to feel the head of your prick slide inside me, my skin stretching around you, folding over you, muscles tightening around you as I lower myself onto you till you fill me, your whole length inside me, your hands on my hips pulling me onto you as I kiss you deeply, our tongues wrapped once more in a dance of desire as you fill me with your hardness.

I want to savour the feeling of you inside me for a moment, my muscles contracting and releasing around you as you lie surrounded by me.

I want to stay that way for a moment before sliding up the length of you, almost till you come out then sliding back down you again, easing you in slowly, teasing you with every inch I lower myself, feeling you pressing up into me as the slow sinking of me onto you teases you.

I want to grind against you, feel you doing the same back, then slide you in and out of me, your hips moving rhythmically in time with mine to thrust yourself deep within me, withdrawing only to plunge deep inside me once more, feeling the small nub of flesh deep within my core flick against your prick every time you push deep inside me.

I want to feel your orgasm build, making you bigger, harder, thicker as your movements become more urgent then before you can release your desire, I want to stop.

I want to sit still on top of you, kissing you, waiting for your need for release to subside again so I can take you to the edge again, sliding myself up and down your length slowly once more, your arousal heightened by having almost released your desire into me.

I want you to feel my orgasm building deep within me, my muscles tightening as you thrust into me again and again and I want you to push me over the edge into ecstasy, my orgasm pulsing on your prick making you come, your prick twitching deep within me as you thrust yourself deep into me, releasing your pent-up desire deep into my core.

I want to lie on top of you, spent, happy, contented, fulfilled, holding you close to me as you wrap your arms around me once more, kissing me softer than before, your release softening the edge of your lust, our lovemaking becoming the softness of contentedness, the urgency gone to be replaced with a tenderness that makes us smile at one another, our eyes shining with our spent lust, reading in each other’s faces the sweet pleasure of having known the feel of each other, and the knowing look that says that it won’t be the last time. 



Wanting



Wanting

For Shanna...

.: 1 :.

"I want you to take my virginity."

Laurie paused with the cheeseburger halfway to his mouth. When he realized that Jonah wasn't going to say anything else, he set the burger on his plate with as much careful precision as he would've used when handling a bomb. Assuming he'd ever touched a bomb...which, of course, he hadn't. 

He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his hands clean with equal care. Only after that did he lean back in his seat and meet Jonah's eyes, which were regarding him with a hesitant, earnest expression. There was no levity in them, no glint of their normal humor. Jonah appeared to be one hundred percent serious. And that fact made Laurie one hundred percent terrified. He had a feeling he was going to be taking that cheeseburger to go. 

"Come again?" he finally said, for lack of anything better. Because he must have misheard. There was no way in hell his best friend's eighteen-year-old brother had just said those words. Over lunch. In the middle of a diner. With an old, white-haired couple sitting right behind them. 

When Jonah had approached him and said he needed some advice, Laurie had been perfectly willing to lend an ear. He figured as a gay teenager, the kid probably didn't have very many people to talk to about safe sex or boyfriends or relationships in general. And since he and Jonah's older brother, Marcus, had been friends practically since birth, it made sense that Jonah would come to him. Jonah had been trailing after them since he was old enough to walk, always underfoot and wanting to be involved in whatever he and Marc were doing. Over the years Laurie had started to think of him as just another pesky little brother to add to the brood that constantly annoyed him when he was at home. 

Until Jonah's seventeenth birthday party when Laurie had caught Jonah making out with one his classmates in the basement. One of his male classmates. 

That day, Laurie had learned he and Jonah had one very big thing in common. And he would've been lying if he said his perception of Jonah hadn't changed after that. He started to notice things, like how Jonah's skin was the perfect shade of pale gold, and his smile sort of took Laurie's breath away, and how his tight little body was the type wet dreams were made of. But the more he'd noticed the harder Laurie had fought to keep Jonah locked away in the platonic, no-sexual-feelings-allowed section of his mind. If sometimes he failed and his thoughts wandered into fantasy territory at the sight of Jonah without a shirt, well, that was between him and his traitorous brain. No one else would ever have to know. 

So, Laurie had listened to Jonah's story about the guy he'd been dating toward the end of his senior year. The guy who had cheated on Jonah and then broken up with him because he wasn't willing to waste his time on a "frigid little shit who wouldn't put out." Jonah's eyes were shining with tears as he told that part and Laurie's stomach had clenched with anger and sympathy. But Jonah didn't need a guy like that and Laurie had told him so. There would be other guys. Better guys. Someone like that wasn't worth tears. Might as well save the waterworks for when it really counted, and being dumped by some high school douchebag with an overinflated sense of self-importance so didn't make that cut. 

Jonah had nodded and agreed. Then, not five minutes later, those words had come out of his mouth. Words that Laurie still wasn't sure he'd heard right. People didn't just burst out with things like that over French fries and milkshakes in crowded, greasy spoon diners. Not when the bubblegum-chomping waitress could swing by at any second to ask if they wanted some apple pie for dessert. Talk about awkward.

"I want you to take my virginity," Jonah repeated.

Laurie blinked at him. Okay. So those words hadn't actually been some sort of warped, sugar-induced auditory hallucination. "I thought that's what you said."

"Just...just hear me out before you answer, okay, Laurie?"

"Look, I don't think this is the best place for this conversation." Laurie inclined his head toward the family of five seated at a round table a few feet away from them. One of the three towheaded boys was staring their way, his eyes magnified to double their size by thick-lensed glasses. 

Jonah glanced over at the table and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But can we talk about it on the ride back?"

Laurie sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. Jonah's virginity was not a topic he wanted to discuss, especially when it pertained to him being the one to divest Jonah of said virginity. But he and Jonah had a twenty minute drive back to Beckett's Adventure Company and it wasn't like he could gag Jonah to keep him from talking on the way there. "Fine. We'll talk about it in the car."

"Great," Jonah said with a grin. And then he calmly went back to his food as if he hadn't dropped a bombshell on Laurie's head a few minutes before. 

Laurie, however, found that his appetite was gone. Looked like he would be taking that burger home after all.

*

Once they were in the car—and his takeout container had been dumped unceremoniously onto the backseat—Laurie started up the engine and sent up a quick prayer that Jonah had forgotten about the conversation they were supposed to be having in the time it had taken him to finish his meal and pay the bill. 

No such luck. Laurie no sooner turned out of the parking lot than Jonah was shifting nervously in his seat and clearing his throat. "So..."

Laurie wasn't about to make it easy for him. "So?" he said idly as he pulled to a stop at a red light. He could feel Jonah's gaze on the side of his face, but he kept his eyes straight ahead.

Jonah sighed. "You're going to make me say it again?"

"No. But I am going to make you explain why you said it in the first place."

"Well, ever since Dirk broke up with me, I've been—"

"Dirk?" Laurie gave him a skeptical look. "Seriously?"

"Yes, Laurie. Seriously."

Laurie rolled his eyes and turned back to the steering wheel. The kid had a point there, but who could blame him for using a nickname when his parents had saddled him with a name like George Laurence? No one born after 1950 should be stuck with such a stodgy old name. 

"So, anyway, ever since he broke up with me, I've been thinking, and...well, I don't want to go to college a virgin. The guys there, they're going to be experienced and I'm not going to know what I'm doing, and I'm probably going to make a fool of myself or something. I don't want to be embarrassed. I—"

"That's part of the whole process," Laurie interrupted, keeping his eyes on the road as he merged onto the highway that would take them back to Jonah's grandfather's shop. "Sometimes sex is awkward. You find the right person, and there won't be any need to be embarrassed."

"Yeah, and I want you to be that person. I want to learn about it from someone I trust. Someone I know won't laugh at me, or dump me if there are certain things I'm not comfortable doing."

Laurie's eyes narrowed and he risked a quick glance at Jonah. "Is that what happened? Did he try to force you into something?"

Jonah shook his head. "No."

"Don't lie to me."

"I said no. He didn't try to force me. He just wasn't happy about it."

Laurie sighed. "Jonah, look, there's no need to be impatient about these things. There is no shame, absolutely no shame, in waiting until you find the right person. I know that sounds trite, but eventually someone worthy will come along. Trust me." 

"You're the right person, Laurie. You."

"No." Laurie shook his head, his fingers tightening on the wheel. "I can't agree to this. You're asking for all the wrong reasons, and, besides, what do you think Marc would have to say about this? You think he'd be cool with us having sex?"

"Why does it matter what he thinks?"

"It matters because he's been my best friend for almost twenty years. And you are his baby brother. It's like a rule in the best friend handbook or something."

"Are you not attracted to me?" Jonah asked, his voice edged with hurt. "Is that why you won't do it?"

Laurie bit back another sigh. "Did you really miss the point of everything I just said, or are you deliberately being obtuse?"

"So that's it? That's your answer?"

"That's my answer."

Jonah huffed. Out of the corner of his eye, Laurie saw him cross his arms over his chest. "Fine. I'll ask someone else then."

That time Laurie couldn't hold back the sigh, but he gritted his teeth to stop himself from saying anything more. Unless it was "yes, I'll pop your cherry" (and, God, there was a big part of him that would love to say just that), he knew Jonah probably wouldn't want to hear it. Did that make him feel a little bitter? Yes, sir. But he couldn't do what Jonah had asked. He just couldn't. So he held his tongue. 

By the time they arrived at Beckett's Adventure Company, his jaw ached. 

~*~

Jonah sighed, flipped his book closed, and glanced around the shop. Two more hours before his shift ended, and he'd already swept, mopped, and straightened everything he could. The aisles of fishing poles, reels, and other related outdoor gear were in pristine order. There was nothing for him to do but be bored out of his skull, when all he really wanted was to go back to the lake house and curl up in bed so he could lick his wounds and try to stop feeling so pathetic and miserable.

He'd thought it would be easy. He'd never even contemplated the idea that Laurie might say no to his request. But Laurie was, well, Laurie. Always considerate. Always calm and rational and kind. Everything Laurie said made sense. Perfect sense. He'd said and done what any respectable guy would. And that was exactly the reason why Jonah wanted him so badly. Laurie wasn't the type of guy who would take advantage. But Jonah had thought his sob story about Dirk would have been enough to sway Laurie over into his way of thinking.

Dirk. Snort. Why couldn't I come up with something more believable? He'd reached for a name and the first to come to mind was Dirk Nowitzki, player for the Dallas Mavericks. Why, he couldn't even say since basketball season was still months away. He was surprised Laurie hadn't called bullshit on him right then and there. Well, Laurie might have, if he'd been the type to assume the worst about people. He wasn't, though, and he had no reason to suspect Jonah was lying. The thought that Jonah made the entire story up from start to finish would never even cross Laurie's mind. But there was no ex-boyfriend named Dirk. There were no exes at all. Jonah had saved himself all throughout high school...for Laurie. He just didn't know how to get Laurie to stop looking at him like some irritating little tagalong and start seeing him as a man instead.

Jonah glanced up when the chime above the door went off. It swung open, letting in a gust of muggy air and Travis, the dark-haired hottie who worked at the mechanic shop next door. He was wearing dirty coveralls and there was grease smudged on one of his high cheekbones, but somehow it worked for him. And he knew it, too. He gave Jonah a cocky grin as he crossed the linoleum to the counter and leaned into Jonah's personal space.

"Hey, gorgeous. Your grandpa in?"

Jonah shook his head. "Nope. He and MawMaw took a ride into the city. What did you need, Trav?"

Travis's smile widened. "Nothing at all. I just wanted to know if we were alone."

"And why would you want to be alone with me?" Jonah asked with a soft laugh. Travis always laid it on extra thick, but he was fun to flirt with and he stopped in periodically to help Jonah pass the time while everyone else was out of the shop. Without Travis's occasional visits, Jonah was sure he would've gone stir-crazy already. He'd decided that when he came down to work for his grandpa next summer, he was going to insist on being allowed to lead some of the kayak tours or at least act as a fly-fishing guide. He was tired of being stuck behind the counter ringing up people's bait and tackle and answering phone calls all day.

Travis reached out to trail one long finger along the back of Jonah's hand. "Oh, I could think of a few reasons..."

Jonah smirked. "Could you now? Care to share some of those with me?"

Travis licked his lips and crooked a finger to gesture Jonah closer. "C'mere."

Jonah played along, leaning forward until he could feel the rasp of Travis's stubble on his cheek and the wash of warm breath over his ear. He expected Travis to whisper something suggestive, but instead Travis nipped at the lobe, just hard enough to sting. Jonah shuddered slightly and started to pull away, but Travis's hand came up to grip the back of his head and hold him in place. 

"I could suck you off," Travis murmured, his fingertips toying with the short hair at Jonah's nape. "We could go into the backroom. I'd get down on my knees, take you in my mouth..."

Jonah trembled. He'd never even gone as far as a handjob with anyone. The idea of Travis kneeling in front of him with that arrogant mouth wrapped around his dick was sexy as hell, especially when he envisioned it happening in the back of the shop as the threat of discovery loomed near. Still, it was nothing when compared to all of the extravagant fantasies he'd dreamed up about Laurie over the years. He had enough of those to fill a book the size of War and Peace. And if he took that mental picture of Travis and replaced it with Laurie—holy shit. Now that was so beyond hot he wasn't even sure there was a word for it. 

"I'd suck you so hard," Travis went on, nuzzling the tender skin just behind Jonah's ear. "Blow your fucking mind."

"As good as that sounds," Jonah said as he started to draw back, his voice a little rougher than usual, "I—"

He broke off when the door chime rang again. The door flew open with enough force to send it slamming back against the wall. Laurie stood on the threshold, and the expression on his face was one Jonah had never seen before—angry but with something darker underneath, something Jonah didn't recognize, though the sight of it sent his stomach careening down toward his toes.

"Sorry to interrupt," Laurie said frostily. "But your grandfather just pulled into the parking lot. Wouldn't want him to walk in on...whatever you two were doing."

"Oh, we weren't—" Jonah started, but Laurie apparently didn't want to hear, or didn't care about, what he had to say. He turned and stalked away, fury radiating from the rigid set of his shoulders to the ramrod stiffness of his spine. 

Jonah swallowed thickly, torn between going after Laurie and saying something to ease the sudden tension he'd left behind. He opened his mouth and glanced at Travis, but the smile on the other man's face made his breath catch in surprise. It was twisted and cold and detracted from his looks in a way that a little grease and dirt never could. The shock of seeing it made Jonah take an involuntary step back. 

In the next second, it was gone, replaced by Travis's familiar, cocky smirk. But Jonah knew he hadn't imagined it. He also knew that he didn't want anything to do with someone who could go from looking so malicious one second to happy and teasing the next. Especially since, judging by Laurie's reaction to Travis, there was some bad blood there. Given how laidback Laurie normally was, something had to have gone down between the two of them. Laurie didn't dislike people without a good reason. 

As the sound of voices approached the entrance of the shop, Travis's smile turned regretful. "Maybe next time, huh?"

Before Jonah could answer, Travis winked and faced the doorway, greeting Jonah's grandparents as they entered. A few minutes later he said his good-byes and left. 

Jonah moved to the glass windows that lined the front of the shop and watched Travis cross the gravel parking lot, only halfway listening to the conversation his grandparents were having behind him. He wondered what had happened between Travis and Laurie. Jonah's brother was the one with the temper. Laurie was much more even-keeled. Jonah had only seen him angry a handful of times, but never as furious as he'd just been. And it couldn't be anything like jealousy, not after how thoroughly he'd shot Jonah down that afternoon. No, something major had happened with those two, and Jonah was willing to bet that Marc knew what it was. One way or another, he was going to find out.

.: 2 :.

Laurie was gritting his teeth again. It'd become a habit over the last few days, starting with the moment he'd approached the door to Beckett's and seen Travis—Travis, of all goddamn people—with his mouth on Jonah's throat. In that instant, his vision had gone red. He didn't want Travis in the same state as Jonah, let alone in the same shop. Kissing him. Touching him. Christ. The very idea was enough to give Laurie an ulcer. Was Travis who Jonah had meant when he said he'd ask someone else?

Over my dead body. Travis was the biggest sleazeball Laurie had ever met. He didn't deserve someone like Jonah. And Jonah certainly didn't deserve the treatment he'd get once Travis had gotten what he wanted. Laurie had learned that painful lesson during his last summer in Kentucky two years before. There was no way he'd let that happen to Jonah, especially not when Jonah was still raw and vulnerable from his recent breakup. Absolutely no way. 

Of course, he didn't really have any right to say who Jonah could or couldn't sleep with. He couldn't even pull the big brother card since they weren't actually related by blood, and thank God for that. He'd been having some very unbrotherly-like thoughts ever since Jonah had asked him to take his virginity. And, if he was being honest, a long time before then, too.

Though, technically, there was one option that would allow him to have a say in who Jonah was having sex with, and that was if he himself fulfilled that role. Laurie would make it good for Jonah. He would make sure it was slow and gentle and pain-free, or at least as close to it as possible, since a bit of discomfort was part of it all. But Laurie had promised himself. He'd sworn that he wouldn't. 

"Okay, Laurie. Out with it."

"Huh?" Laurie glanced sideways at Marcus. They'd brought the last kayak tour in about fifteen minutes prior and were stacking the kayaks back onto the racks before they locked up the boathouse for the night. They'd been working in companionable silence, which unfortunately allowed Laurie's mind to wander to the very last place he'd wanted it to go.

"You're acting all skittish," Marc said as they hefted the last kayak and shoved it into place on the highest rack. "The way you did when we were fifteen and you were scared to tell me you were gay." Marc crossed his arms over his chest and gave Laurie an appraising look. "Not that I didn't already know."

Laurie sighed. "I wish you didn't know me so well," he muttered, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his sleeve.

Marc smirked. "But I do. And you should be thankful. If I didn't know you so well, you'd probably still be trying to break the news."

"Ha. Not likely."

"Keep telling yourself that." Marc snickered. "So, come on. Out with it so we can get back to the house and I can whip you at Madden."

"Says the guy who lost the last two games."

"Third time's the charm." Marc grinned. 

Laurie shook his head, helpless to prevent himself from returning the smile. "We'll see."

"What is it?" Marc asked, suddenly serious. "You haven't been yourself the last few days."

"You know, I really don't want to talk about it."

"Don't want to talk about it?" Marc looked surprised, then a little hurt. "But it's me, man. We talk about everything." 




Wanting



Laurie shrugged and dropped his gaze. He was grateful that Marc and Jonah didn't really look anything alike. It would've been outright torture to deal with physical similarities between the object of his desire and his best friend since the days he'd spent crawling around in diapers. Marc was taller than Jonah; broader. His hair was dark blond and kept just short enough to tame its natural curl, while Jonah's was black and spiky and threaded with a smattering of caramel-colored highlights. Marc's eyes were such a deep blue they were almost navy, but Jonah's were brown.

Plain old, ordinary, run-of-the-mill brown. Except they weren't. Ordinary. Not if Laurie's reaction to them was any indication. Because those eyes, they made him feel like he was drowning—breathless, overpowered, chest tight—and lately he hadn't been able to meet them for very long without feeling as if somehow, impossibly, he was already in over his head. 

"You've never not told me something when I asked."

Laurie glanced up at the wounded sound in Marc's voice. "Marc, it's complicated, okay? I...you're going to be pissed off, and I don't want—"

"It has something to do with Jonah, right?" Marc shook his head. "Don't bother denying it. You two, neither of you can get anything past me. So, tell me. If it concerns my brother, I have a right to know."

"You're gonna be mad."

"Try me."

Laurie sighed again. "Fine. The other day..."

"Yeah?" Marc prodded.

"Your brother asked me to take his virginity," Laurie finished in a rush. It came out more like one long word than a sentence, but he could tell Marc had understood him by the way Marc started blinking and opening and closing his mouth like he'd always done when he was shocked or couldn't think of something to say. 

Marc blinked some more. "He...he asked you..."

"Yeah. But don't worry, I said no."

"But, why? Why would he...?" Marc trailed off, looking totally gobsmacked. 

"He said his ex-boyfriend broke up with him because he wouldn't have sex. He says he wants to learn about it from someone he trusts before school starts."

Marc's brow furrowed. "Boyfriend? I hadn't known he was seeing anyone."

"Weird." Laurie shrugged. "Maybe he didn't feel comfortable talking to you about it. But he said the guy broke up with him right before graduation."

Marc's expression turned thoughtful. "Hmm. And what did he say when you told him no?"

Laurie gritted his teeth. Again. "That he would ask someone else," he answered when he got his emotions under control. "Then that same day I saw him talking to Travis."

"Travis?" Marc repeated in outrage. "He lays a finger on Jonah and I'll break his fucking face."

"And I'd hold him down while you did it."

Marc cursed and raked his fingers through his hair, mussing the dark blond waves. "So...you think he actually asked Travis already?"

"I don't know. I sure as hell hope not. But they looked kind of cozy when I walked in on them in the shop the other day."

Marc's eyes widened. "What were they doing?"

"It looked like Travis was kissing his neck." He couldn't quite hide the tremor of anger in his voice as he said those words, but if Marc noticed, he didn't give any indication. 

"Shit. I don't even know what to say." Marc started pacing up and down the walkway between the racks. "Why doesn't he just, I don't know, start dating someone and do it like a normal person? How do you just ask someone to do that?"

"I told him there isn't any shame in waiting. He's worried about being embarrassed because he doesn't know what he's doing."

"That's what Google is for! And I'm sure there are vast quantities of gay porn available for, um, research and such."

Laurie bit his lower lip to keep from laughing at how uncomfortable Marc looked at that moment. His best friend had never been anything but completely accepting when Laurie told him he was gay. And he had, in fact, guessed long before Laurie built up the courage to confess. But while he was always there if Laurie needed to talk, he'd never been interested in hearing any of the nitty-gritty details. Laurie didn't blame him—it wasn't as if he wanted to listen to Marc's hetero exploits either—and he was more than a little surprised by how well Marc was handling the whole Jonah situation. Marc was notoriously short-tempered, and Laurie hadn't really known how he would react to the entire thing. Right then, he just seemed more shocked than anything. Shocked, Laurie could at least work with.

Marc stopped pacing and stared at Laurie in bemusement. "Should I...talk to him or something?"

"Do you want to talk to him?"

"About him asking you to fuck him? Um, no."

"See, this is why I didn't want to tell you."

Marc shook his head. "No," he said then paused to clear his throat. "No, I'm glad that you did. I wouldn't have wanted you to keep it from me."

"So, we're cool then?" Laurie asked, nervous in spite of himself. 

Marc looked startled. "Of course we're cool, man. Why wouldn't we be?"

"It's just...well, he's your brother, and I thought you might think I had done something to encourage—"

"No, dude. No worries. I just...fucking Travis, you know? I mean, after what happened with you guys..."

"Yeah." Laurie knew his face was as grim as his voice.

Marc's mouth twisted ruefully. "Come on. Let's lock up and go home."

Laurie nodded and followed Marc out of the boathouse, pausing long enough for Marc to turn off the lights and secure the doors. The shop was already dark and Marc's was the only car left in the gravel parking lot. They got inside and made the drive to Marc's grandparents' two-story lake house in silence. 

As they walked the path to the back entrance where their rooms were situated on the lower level, Marc stopped Laurie with a hand on his arm. "Look, dude, I'm just gonna crash right now. We'll talk more in the morning, okay?"

Laurie gave Marc a hesitant smile. "Sure."

Once they were in the house, Laurie watched Marc wander down the hall toward his bedroom. He slumped onto one of the couches in the area that had become their videogame haven over the last couple of weeks. He was tempted to fire up the massive, wall-mounted LED television and play something mind-numbing just to distract himself, but all he could do was think about Marc...and Jonah.

.: 3 :.

The next morning, Laurie woke to the feel of a hand shaking his shoulder. It was pitch black in the room and he could see from the glaring red numbers on his alarm clock that it was just after five.

"Wha'?" he said groggily. "What is it?"

"Get up, Laur. Let's go get some breakfast." 

It took Laurie a moment to recognize Marc's voice and another to process what he'd said. "Breakfast?" he repeated, incredulous. "It's five in the morning."

"Can't sleep." 

Laurie made a sound of protest as his blankets were yanked away. He buried his face in his pillow and grumbled into the material, "Dude, give me another hour at least."

"Nope. Come on, Laurie. We need to talk."

That brought Laurie's head up. Marc's tone was serious, and there could only be one thing he wanted to discuss. "Okay," he said. "I'll meet you at the car in ten."

*

They were sitting in the same diner that Jonah and Laurie had gone to for lunch a few days before. The sky had lightened considerably since they'd left the lake house, but the diner was nearly empty. As far as Laurie was concerned, it was a bit too early in the day for a full-fledged breakfast. He'd settled on toast and coffee and Marc had ordered orange juice and a bowl of cornflakes. 

Laurie was in the middle of taking a sip of coffee when Marc abruptly put his spoon down and met his eyes across the table. 

"I want you to do it," Marc said without any preamble. "I want you to do what Jonah asked."

Laurie choked and spluttered into his cup. There was a minute or two of coughing and chest pounding before he'd collected himself enough to speak. "You what?"

"Look, you and I both know how stubborn Jonah is. If he said he'd find someone else, then you know he eventually will. I thought about it a lot last night, and, frankly, if he's determined to do it this way, I'd rather it be with you than anyone else. I mean, can you imagine if he lets that douchebag Travis..." Marc paused and drew in a deep breath through his nostrils. "You said he wants someone he can trust. Well, he trusts you. I trust you."

"But..." Laurie trailed off somewhat helplessly, dropping his gaze to his half-eaten toast. "But I thought that you wouldn't want—"

"I'm not going to say that it won't be weird," Marc interrupted. "And I definitely don't want to see or hear about any of it. But if Jonah wants you, and if you're cool with it, then I'm willing to turn a blind eye to the whole thing. I know you would never do wrong by my brother."

"Of course I wouldn't." Laurie shook his head. "But I can't have this be something that wrecks our friendship, Marc. We've known each other too damn long."

"This is not going to affect us," Marc said firmly. "You and me, we're solid." 

Laurie looked up. Both Marc's face and eyes were solemn, and they didn't waver as Laurie met his gaze. 

Marc nodded. "We'll be fine."

Laurie didn't feel as certain as Marc appeared to be. The whole conversation was almost too surreal to be believed. "You're sure, man?"

"Absolutely." Marc hesitated for a moment then continued, "And you want him, too, don't you? Jonah."

Laurie felt his eyes widen and his stomach drop. "I..."

Marc reached across the table and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I could hear it in your voice yesterday. Don't worry about it, okay? I don't mind."

"You don't?" Laurie said in surprise. 

Marc shook his head. "It's like I just said, I know you wouldn't do wrong by him. And, honestly, Laurie? If I had to pick someone for him, I can't think of anyone better than you." He smiled and gave a slight shrug. "It'll be a little odd, yeah. But you're my best friend. I've kept you around for a reason, you know? You're a good guy."

Laurie returned the smile as the tension in his stomach eased. "So this is why you've kept me around all these years?" he teased. "And here I thought I was just your token gay friend so you could score sensitivity points with the ladies."

Marc's smile evolved into a full-out grin. "That too."

~*~

A soft knock interrupted Jonah while he was in the middle of getting dressed. He dropped the towel he'd been using to dry his hair and crossed the room to answer the door without bothering to ask who it was. Only when it was halfway open did it occur to him that he probably should have put a shirt on first, or in the very least finished buttoning his jeans in case it was his grandmother standing out in the hallway. 

But it wasn't his grandmother. It was Laurie. And Laurie's eyes, a striking mix of green, brown, and gold, trailed a slow path down Jonah's bare chest right to the open fly of his jeans and the gray and blue Batman briefs that could be seen underneath. 

Jonah's face went up in flames. He thought he might die right there on the spot. As a kid he'd loved comics, and when he'd spotted superhero undies available in adult sizes, he'd compiled quite a stash—everything from Superman to The Hulk and, most embarrassingly, Captain America. But he'd never expected anyone to actually see them. Especially not Laurie. He'd packed special underwear just in case an opportunity to strip in front of Laurie ever arose, and those most certainly didn't have a picture of Batman's face on the crotch.

Laurie didn't comment, though. Just smirked and met Jonah's gaze. "Can I come in for a sec?"

"Sure," Jonah said, moving aside so Laurie could enter the room. "Let me just, uh, grab a shirt." He snagged the one he'd laid out on the bed earlier, tugged it over his head, and then quickly finished doing up his fly while his back was turned. When he faced Laurie again, the heat in his cheeks had faded a bit. "So, what's up?" he asked, striving for a casual tone, even though his ego was still suffering and he wanted nothing more than to crawl under his bed and hide for a week.

Laurie walked over to Jonah's desk and pulled out the chair, spinning it around so he could straddle it. "Sit down, Jonah. We need to talk, okay?"

Jonah nodded and perched nervously on the edge of the bed. "What is it?"

"I've been thinking a lot about what you said over the past few days, and..." Laurie paused, brushing his brown bangs off of his forehead as he let out a long, slow breath. "I'll do it," he finally finished, just when Jonah was starting to feel like he might jump out of his skin. "But I have a couple conditions."

Jonah swallowed, his hands fisting into the material of the comforter at his sides. "Okay. Tell me."

"If we're going to do this, I want it to be exclusive. I don't play around." Laurie's eyes were completely serious. "If you want to start having sex with other people, it's done."

Jonah nodded again. He didn't have any problem with that, and he didn't like the idea of Laurie with someone else anyway. Exclusivity was a perk, as far as he was concerned, not a stipulation that might put him off. But he stayed silent and waited for Laurie to continue.

"The other thing is, we're going to have to find somewhere else to do it. Your grandparents are letting me stay here all summer. I don't want to disrespect them."

"Okay. I understand that." Jonah hesitated briefly, giving Laurie a chance to speak again. When Laurie didn't say anything, he asked, "And that's all?"

"Yeah."

Jonah worried at his lower lip for a moment. "How soon can we start?"

Laurie's head tilted to the side as he considered. After a few seconds, he shrugged. "I guess that's your call."

"Tonight?" Jonah knew his eagerness was coming through loud and clear, but he was beyond caring at that point. Laurie had agreed, and Jonah didn't want to give him too much time to dwell on it and change his mind again. 

Laurie look surprised, but he nodded. "Sure, if that's what you want."

Jonah grinned. "It is. And don't worry. I know the perfect place we can—"

"Laurie, you up there, darlin'?"

Jonah's gaze jerked to the door at the sound of his grandmother's voice. It was coming from far away, possibly the bottom of the staircase, but she might as well have been standing in the doorway for how guilty he felt. Yeah, he could definitely see Laurie's reasoning for not wanting to have sex in the house with his grandparents around. He was already feeling kind of embarrassed and all they were doing was talking about it.

"Coming, MawMaw!" Laurie called back. He stood and added in an undertone, "Meet me in the gazebo at nine. We'll go from there."

He left the room before Jonah could respond. A moment later, Jonah heard his grandmother speak again. "There you are, Laurie. I need your muscles to help me put these boxes in the truck. I can't lift them with these scrawny old lady arms."

"Old?" Laurie replied, his voice fading as he moved farther away. "Lady, you don't look a day over thirty-five!"

"Boy, flattery will get you everywhere." Jonah's grandmother laughed. "Keep going..."

Jonah smirked at their banter, but the expression vanished as quickly as it had come. Laurie had said yes. He'd said yes.

Oh, my God. This is really going to happen. The idea was all good and well in theory. But in practice it would be a whole different story. Would Laurie be able to tell just how clueless Jonah really was? He hoped not. I'm going to have sex tonight. With Laurie. Sweat broke out on Jonah's forehead. Holy shit.

*

The walk to the gazebo never felt longer than it did that night as Jonah followed the trail leading away from his grandparents' house toward the lake. If he believed in things like destiny or kismet, he would have thought the fates had conspired to give him the perfect night. Everything from the grass to the trees was tinged silver by the light of the full moon overhead. A cool breeze came off the water, a welcome contrast to the muggy, oppressive feel that had lingered in the air all day. It was serene. Beautiful. But with every step Jonah took, his nerves coiled tighter and tighter so that when the shingled roof of the gazebo finally came into view, he thought he might snap from the strain. 

Yeah, maybe the setting was perfect. Jonah, however, was not. Inside, he was totally petrified. It wasn't that he was afraid of Laurie. Or of the sex, really. It was more the idea of disappointing Laurie that had him nervous. He knew Laurie would never tease him, not about something like that, and it wasn't as if Laurie didn't know that Jonah was a virgin. But when he thought of all of the possible ways he could mess up or make a fool of himself in front of Laurie during the next few hours...well, that was scary. Above all, he didn't want Laurie to think of him as some ridiculous kid who was too wet behind the ears to make any kind of relationship worthwhile. 

Jonah knew about the mechanics, of course. Insert tab A into slot B and all that. But how to touch, how to stroke, how much pressure to apply, when to back off or when to push, when to dominate and when to surrender—that wasn't something he could learn by online research alone. And he wanted it to be great for Laurie. Beyond great. He wanted it to be mind-blowingly, eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-your-head fucking amazing. Hell, square that. Multiple it times infinity. He wanted it to be that good. There-are-no-words-to-describe-it kind of good.

Then when Laurie wanted him, craved him, couldn't go five minutes without thinking about him, maybe he'd finally have just a small, infinitesimal clue how Jonah had been feeling for the last five years. Ever since that moment a week before Jonah turned fourteen when Laurie stepped through his parents' front door after being away for the entire summer and brought all of the sunshine and warmth in the world right along with him. 

That was the moment Jonah's body came out of its prepubescent haze and snapped to attention. He knew that godlike vision of Laurie probably had a lot more to do with his rampant teenage hormones than any actual truth, but he wasn't able to rid himself of it in all of the years that followed. Laurie was still Jonah's number one crush, ultimate fantasy, dream come to life. You name it, that's what Laurie was to Jonah. The attraction was unshakable. And maybe there was even a part of him—a little, tiny, miniscule part—that was already in love with Laurie. Just a smidge. Really.

So, was it any wonder that he was nervous? Not actually. 

Sucking in a deep, fortifying breath, Jonah closed the remaining distance between the gravel walkway and the gazebo. Laurie was leaning against the railing, facing the dark expanse of the lake, but he straightened and turned as Jonah made his way up the steps. 

Jonah's heart ka-thumped at the sight of him. Laurie was wearing loose-fitting jeans and a skintight tank top that showed off his toned arms and lightly muscled chest to perfection. As he drew nearer, Jonah could see that Laurie's hair was still damp from a recent shower and smell the dark spice of the bath gel Laurie used. Jonah was well-acquainted with the scent. He'd done some snooping to find out the brand name the last time he visited Laurie and Marc up at school, and he'd made sure to buy himself a bottle when he got back home. He used it in the shower, though rarely for any actual washing. It really wasn't his particular style. But the smell of it on Laurie? Yeah, that drove him a little crazy.

Jonah fought back the appreciative sigh that threatened to break free of his throat. What was up with that? Clearly his inner teenage girl was trying to claw her way to the surface. But, damn, a part of him kind of wished he could prop his chin on his hand and just let that dreamy little sigh out. Of course, another part of him had entirely different ideas. And those ideas had more to do with things going in. And then out. And then—no, best not to think of that just yet. He was trying to calm himself down, not rile himself up. Focus, Jonah.




Wanting



"Hey," he said, grateful that none of the anxiety he was feeling could be heard in his voice. 

Laurie smiled slightly. "Hey. So, where is this place you know of?"

Jonah grinned. "The guesthouse. My grandma always keeps it ready for visitors in the summer, and the bedroom is in the back of the house, facing the woods. Even if we turn the light on, no one will be able to see. It's perfect." When Laurie didn't respond right away, Jonah's grin started to waver. "Is that...are you still not comfortable with—"

"No, it's fine," Laurie interrupted with a shake of his head. "Sorry, I was just...never mind. Yeah, that's good."

"Okay."

"Well, let's go then."

While the walk to the gazebo had seemed long, the walk to the guesthouse seemed excessively short. Before Jonah knew it, they were upstairs in the master bedroom. He tossed the spare key he'd snagged from the mudroom at the main house onto the dresser and then leaned back against it, feeling awkward. Laurie was looking around the room with a weird expression on his face, but it faded the moment he noticed that Jonah was watching him, replaced instead by a tight little smile.

"If we're going to do this," he said, "you should probably come closer." 

Jonah's entire body went hot and cold. He swallowed hard and nodded, then crossed the room to stand beside the bed. He sat on the edge, still a few feet away from Laurie, and immediately started fidgeting with the floral-patterned comforter. 

Laurie's smile went from strained to amused. "Nervous?" he asked as he started to dig into his right pocket.

Jonah's mouth went dry at the sight of a small tube of lube and handful of condoms. He stared as Laurie placed the stash on the bedside table. "D-Do we need those? Not the lube, but the...I mean, you're clean, right? And you know I've never..."

Laurie hesitated for a few seconds. "Yeah, I'm clean. But, Jonah, you can't trust just any guy who says that to you."

"I know. I'm not stupid. But you're not just any guy, Laurie. I know you'd never put me at risk."

"No." Laurie sighed softly. "I wouldn't." He stepped closer and sat on the bed next to Jonah, leaving only a few inches between them. "Look, I haven't been with anyone since I broke up with my ex in December, and I've been tested a couple times since then. So, yeah, I know for a fact that I'm clean. But you have to promise me something before we do this, Jonah."

"Okay. Anything you want."

"Promise me that you won't just take any guy who says that to you at his word. Don't ever let anyone do you bare unless you're monogamous and you know he's committed to you."

Jonah nodded. That would be an easy enough promise. He didn't ever want to be with anyone else, but even if he and Laurie never actually got together as a couple, he'd never allow such a thing without a solid foundation of trust. "Okay. I swear." He paused and nervously licked his lips. "Have you ever...?"

Laurie shook his head. "No."

"But you will? With me?"

Laurie turned to face him. In the dim bedroom light his eyes were more greeny-gold than brown. They reminded Jonah of autumn when the leaves first began to change. "If that's what you want."

Jonah searched those eyes, but he couldn't read their expression. Looking into them sent his anxiety from a low simmer into a rolling boil. What if he doesn't want this? he thought abruptly. What if he's just doing this as a favor? What if he sees it as a chore? Jonah didn't want that. Any of that. He didn't want Laurie to feel forced. 

Unable to hold those eyes any longer, Jonah dropped his gaze to his hands, which had started wringing in his lap at some point during the conversation. "We don't have to do this," he said, and even to his own ears his voice sounded thin. He was going to cry. He was going to cry at the thought of what he'd almost pressured Laurie into, and Laurie was going to see him break down. Laurie was going to think he was a complete idiot. But that was okay. Jonah would rather have Laurie think he was ridiculous than ever look back at this moment and feel like he'd been used. "If you don't want this...if you don't want me...then we can just go back to the way things were. You can pretend I never asked, okay? I won't ever ment—"

"Jonah." Both Laurie's voice and the gentle grip on his chin made Jonah look up. He turned his head and met Laurie's gaze, and those eyes weren't unreadable anymore. They were filled with heat, and the sight of them made a sudden surge of lust unfurl in Jonah's belly. "I want you," Laurie said, and those three words were even hotter than that look. "Don't ever doubt it." And then Laurie kissed him. 

Such a simple word, kiss. It really didn't sound all that special. And it was nowhere near good enough to describe what was happening between Laurie and Jonah just then. Not unless you tacked on a few extra words, like momentous, or earth-shattering, or maybe even life-altering. Because, yeah, it felt like he'd been waiting for it that long, and that kiss had just changed his entire fucking world. Laurie's lips on his were somehow both soft and firm at once. His tongue was sneaking in little tastes, just barely there flicks that made Jonah want to scream in frustration, if he could bear to pull his mouth away long enough to do so. But he couldn't, and eventually his patience was rewarded with the slow sweep of Laurie's tongue over his. 

That was all it took, that slow, sensuous glide, to set them off like a powder keg. Somehow, Laurie slid further back on the bed and Jonah was straddling his lap. Their mouths fused together, locked in a desperate kiss that showed no signs of ending. Jonah pushed down, and Laurie thrust up, and they were grinding. Oh, hell yes, grinding, and it was hot and frantic and a whole other list of adjectives that Jonah's mind was too fogged by lust to process. All he could hear in his head was a litany of more more more. 

After one particularly intense kiss that had Jonah's cock begging to be released from the confines of his jeans, Laurie pulled away. Jonah whined and tried to capture his mouth again, but Laurie laughed and shook his head. That was okay, though, because from the sound of it, and the feel of Laurie's arousal beneath him, Jonah knew Laurie wasn't laughing at him. And Laurie didn't stay away very long, only for the time it took him to strip off Jonah's T-shirt and yank his own tank top over his head. Then they were kissing again, bare chest to bare chest, and the press of warm skin and hard muscle made Jonah's entire body shudder with want.

When Laurie pushed at his shoulders, Jonah gave in to his urgings and laid flat on the mattress. He spread his thighs just wide enough to accommodate Laurie's narrow hips and his hands settled on Laurie's ass to jerk him closer, the lengths of their cocks straining against the layers of denim and cotton that separated them. As Laurie moved above him, rocking their pelvises together, Jonah kissed any part of Laurie he could reach—the line of his jaw, the shell of his ear, the hollow at the base of his throat—before finally making his way back to Laurie's mouth. 

They started up another one of those devastating kisses, their tongues intertwining, hot and slow and seductive. Laurie's fingers were on his chest, trailing down, and then they were nimbly undoing the fly of his jeans. Before Jonah could even prepare himself for it, they slipped past the waistband of his briefs—black and skimpy with no superhero emblems in sight—and curled around his aching erection. 

In contrast to that molasses kiss, the stroke Laurie started on Jonah's cock was quick and almost rough. Laurie paused long enough to lick at his hand, and then resumed both the kiss and the stroke, occasionally rubbing his spit-slick palm across the head in a smooth back-and-forth motion that made Jonah moan and writhe senselessly beneath him. Somehow it tickled and made his toes curl with pleasure at the same time, the sensation sending a thrill through his body, a sharp buzz that started in his balls and shot up and down his spine. 

Jonah couldn't have prevented what happened next if he'd tried. Laurie's touch, his kiss, his taste, the things he whispered into Jonah's ear whenever they stopped kissing long enough to catch their breath. All of those things, they morphed together, built and expanded, overwhelming and impossible to resist. 

It was too much, too fast, too soon, and then, holy shit, it was happening. Jonah jerked into the tight circle of Laurie's fist, his back arching up off the mattress as he came and came, spilling warm and slippery over Laurie's fingers. Only afterward did embarrassment descend, swift and crushing. God, where was his self-control? There he was, living out his biggest fantasy, and he'd come undone after a couple of kisses and a few strokes of his cock. He'd already humiliated himself in front of Laurie and they hadn't even been together for half an hour. How ridiculous was he?

Jonah groaned and pulled away from Laurie. He grabbed one of the pillows and used it to cover his face. His cheeks were hot and his nose burned with the threat of tears. That was all he needed, to get weepy on top of everything else. How mortifying. 

"What is it?" Laurie sounded alarmed enough that Jonah had to fight back a sniffle. "Did I hurt you?"

Jonah shook his head, but kept his face hidden. "No."

"Then what is it?" He felt Laurie's fingers lock around his wrist and gently tug his arm down and the pillow along with it. "Hey, look at me."

After a few seconds, Jonah calmed down enough to risk a glance at Laurie. He met Laurie's gaze and the concern he saw there eased a bit of the mortified tension in his stomach. "I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to..." Jonah trailed off. No matter how worried Laurie looked, he couldn't bring himself to say it. But it turned out he didn't have to.

"Oh." Apprehension dawned on Laurie's face and he smiled fondly. He dropped a kiss on the tip of Jonah's nose and shook his head. "Don't even worry about it. It happens to everyone." 

"Really?" Jonah blinked. "You, too?"

Laurie smirked. "Yeah, sometimes. If I'm really excited." He lifted the hand he'd used to jerk Jonah off to his mouth and sucked on one of his fingers. "You taste good. And you're beautiful when you come."

Jonah trembled, both from the compliment and the visual. "Can I suck you? I wanna know what you taste like, too."

Laurie laughed and kissed Jonah again, fast and hard. "You don't have to ask me twice."

"'Kay." Jonah sat up and licked his lips. He was a little, well, not scared exactly—anxious would probably be a better fit—but the way Laurie's eyes followed the action of his tongue made him feel a bit more confident. 

He reached out and undid Laurie's fly with shaky fingers. Laurie lifted his hips so Jonah could yank down his jeans and the boxers he wore underneath. While Laurie kicked them off the rest of the way, Jonah leaned down and brushed a kiss over the tattoo on his left pec. It was the Japanese kanji for justice, chosen because Laurie planned on going into criminal law after college. Jonah traced the lines of black ink with his tongue and moved on to the light pink nipple beneath. He paused there to lick and suck then continued his downward path across the muscled ridges of Laurie's abdomen until he reached the shallow indent of his navel and the trail of dark brown hair that started underneath. 

Jonah froze when the tip of Laurie's erection nudged his chin, his eyes fixed on Laurie's face. Laurie gave him a small smile, sweet and encouraging, and Jonah felt his nerves ease a bit more. He really was curious about how Laurie would taste, what the flavor of his come would be like, how Laurie's cock would feel on his tongue. Only one way to find out. Jonah took that thick length in hand and tentatively licked the head. 

He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Aside from the bitter tang of pre-come, it tasted like any other part of Laurie's warm, soft skin. Jonah drew the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly. Laurie's hips jerked and he made a quiet sound that Jonah took to be a good thing. He slid down a bit further and stopped, unsure how far back he could take Laurie's cock without gagging.

"You can use your hand, too," Laurie said, his voice drawing Jonah's gaze back up to his face. "You don't have to try to take it all." 

Jonah nodded slightly and refocused his attention. It was a bit tricky, but eventually he figured things out and set up a nice rhythm. He alternated between licking and sucking on the tip and used his hand to stroke the rest, occasionally slowing so he could look at Laurie for reassurance. 

Laurie reached out and touched his cheek. "That's awesome, Jo. Keep going just like that."

Jonah closed his eyes and hummed, encouraged by the praise and the shudder that racked Laurie's body. He liked knowing he could affect Laurie as strongly as Laurie did him. And he knew one day he'd be good enough to drive Laurie absolutely insane. It was only a matter of time...and practice. Yeah, I could get used to this. 

~*~

It wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever received. Far from it, actually. It'd been obvious right from the start that Jonah only had the vaguest idea what he was doing. But what he lacked in skill he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He acted on each one of Laurie's instructions with an eagerness to please that was a turn on in and of itself. And, of course, there was the whole fact that it was Jonah with his mouth on Laurie's dick. Jonah licking, sucking, flicking that pink tongue across the tip and tasting Laurie's pre-come and moaning as if he was enjoying every second. That took the blowjob from so-so to awesome, and when Jonah grew a bit bolder and gripped Laurie's cock at the base and slapped it against his tongue with a naughty little look on his face, well...it was game over. Done deal. Finito. 

By then Jonah's erection was already primed and ready to go again. So, Laurie rolled Jonah onto his back, stripped him of his jeans and briefs, and showed Jonah just what kind of tricks a few years of experience had taught him. But when he felt Jonah tensing under his ministrations, he pulled back, slowed it down, drew it out. As Jonah panted and whined for release, Laurie snagged the tube of lubricant from the bedside table and squeezed a small amount into his palm. They weren't going to have full-out sex, not right then, but he had a feeling Jonah had never done this part either, and he wanted to make it memorable. He lubed up his fingers, and while Jonah was pleasantly distracted by the feel of Laurie tonguing and sucking at the skin around his balls, he carefully pressed one inside. Jonah trembled and gave a strangled cry, the muscles of his abdomen clenching as he pushed down into Laurie's touch.

It wasn't long before Laurie added another finger, spreading them apart, stretching, seeking out Jonah's prostate and touching it just so. The tremors that started in Jonah's thighs told Laurie he wouldn't last much longer. He pulled his ace in the hole then, and slid his mouth down to the root of Jonah's cock, relaxing his throat enough to take in Jonah's entire—and not inconsiderable—length. He swallowed around the head, applying steady pressure against Jonah's sweet spot all the while. Jonah made a sound that was part-scream, part-sob, and came so hard he seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds.

Laurie waited for Jonah's body to relax before he withdrew his fingers. Jonah immediately turned and snuggled into Laurie's embrace, offering his mouth up for another kiss. Laurie was more than happy to oblige. He liked Jonah's kisses. He thought he could maybe even get addicted to them. And quite possibly already was. But Laurie didn't want to think about that too much. He covered Jonah's mouth with his and just kissed him until the kisses went from sultry to sleepy and slow. Then, with one last nibbly kiss to Jonah's lower lip, Laurie pulled back and Jonah nestled his face into the crook of his shoulder and fell asleep within the span of a breath.

For a while Laurie was too wired to sleep, his body still thrumming with restless energy. He reached over to turn off the lamp with his free arm and just lay there, caressing the silky skin of Jonah's back and enjoying the sound of his even breathing in the darkness. The night hadn't gone anything like he'd imagined it would. Not only had Jonah seemed inexperienced, it was almost as if he were entirely untouched. It was enough to make Laurie suspect there probably hadn't been an ex-boyfriend at all. But that was okay. More than okay. Laurie didn't exactly relish the idea of anyone having touched Jonah before him.

It surprised Laurie how at ease he felt with everything that'd happened. Maybe it was because Jonah hadn't wanted to rush into the actual sex. Laurie was grateful for that. He'd spent a good portion of the day worried he might be swamped with guilt afterward, even if Marc had given his approval. What surprised him even more, though, was that he hadn't jumped on the out Jonah had given him earlier, when he'd said they could stop and just forget about everything. For one second, Laurie had honestly been tempted. But seeing Jonah all flustered and insecure, he hadn't been able to stop himself from acting. So he'd told Jonah he wanted him, partially to take that anxiety away, yes, but also because it was the honest to God truth. Then he'd kissed Jonah, and he could've sworn the earth had tilted on its axis because suddenly his head was spinning and he'd fallen into that kiss with a sort of wild hunger that bordered on desperation. And he'd thought that kiss was the crème de la crème of kisses, but, no, they'd just gotten better, one after the other. It shouldn't have been possible, and if the trend continued, he wasn't sure that one of those kisses wouldn't someday stop his heart. But, man, that would be a hell of a way to go.

.: 4 :.

Jonah stepped back and eyed the contents of the picnic basket he'd just packed. He'd included peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chips, a container of fruit, and a few bottles of water. Had he been any type of a cook, he would have made something heartier, like fried chicken and potato salad with apple pie for dessert, but he was clueless in the kitchen and he didn't want to risk accidentally burning the house down while his grandparents were at work. He shrugged, added some napkins to the basket, and closed it up. PB&J would have to do. 

It'd been a few days since that night in the guesthouse. He and Laurie hadn't been able to go back again. The following day had been crazy busy for Beckett's Adventure Company. There hadn't been time to exchange more than a few words, and that had been in company. The night after that, Laurie and Marc made plans to go to a local bar with a couple of the other guides and Jonah didn't have any idea what time they finally stumbled in. All he knew was that they were both in bad shape the next day, and since Laurie looked so utterly exhausted by the end of his shift, Jonah figured nothing would be happening that night either. But he'd noticed that both he and Laurie had Wednesday off, so he brought up the idea of a picnic before Laurie went to bed. Laurie's nod and sleepy smile had set Jonah's stomach to fluttering. 

Jonah glanced at the clock. They hadn't discussed times, but it wasn't even noon yet and they'd have the entire day to themselves. He'd let Laurie sleep for another hour. If he wasn't up by then, Jonah was sure he could come up with an interesting way to wake him. Jonah wasn't willing to wait any longer than that, though. His patience had already started to wear thin. 

As it turned out, he needn't have worried. A soft sound drew his attention to the door, and he looked over his shoulder to see Laurie fully dressed, lounging against the frame. Sudden shyness made his cheeks warm. It was stupid, really. Laurie's fingers had been inside him. What point was there in being shy just because they were alone together for the first time in days? The feeling was there, though, and it showed in his timid greeting.




Wanting



Laurie outright grinned. "Did you cook?"

Jonah's blush deepened. "Not as such."

Laurie chuckled at that. "So where are we off to for this picnic?"

"I thought we could go to the meadow. You know the one near that old barn?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Jonah started to worry that maybe the idea was a little too chick-flick for a guy's guy like Laurie. He bit his lip, wishing he could take them back, but Laurie just smiled again and nodded. 

"You ready to go?" Laurie asked, glancing around the kitchen. "Do you have a blanket and everything?"

"Yeah. I already put it in the truck."

"Cool. Let's go then."

*

Since it was the middle of the day, traffic was light and they made it to the meadow in a little under twenty minutes. Laurie parked the old truck Jonah's grandparents left behind for their use next to the faded barn Jonah had mentioned earlier. The sun was at its apex in the sky, the temperature probably somewhere in the low eighties if Jonah had to guess. Hot, but not unbearably so. 

They found a spot in the shade of a nearby tree and spread the blanket out. Simple as the meal was, Laurie didn't complain. He ate the sandwiches Jonah gave him and idly munched on chips and chunks of honeydew and cantaloupe from the container Jonah brought. They talked about the classes Jonah had registered for and the dorm he'd been assigned. He'd be starting at the University of Wisconsin -- Madison in the fall, the same school both Laurie and Marc attended. It was close enough to their home in Eau Claire to easily drive back for weekends and holidays, but far enough that they had to live on campus. Jonah would never tell Laurie that a huge part of his reason for picking Madison was that he and Marc were there. Granted that wasn't the only reason—it was a good school and Jonah's parents had met and fallen in love as students there in the '80s—but would he have been as keen on the idea of going there if Laurie had gone somewhere else? Not so much.

Somewhere in the middle of their conversation, Jonah was struck by the sudden urge to kiss Laurie. It wasn't a new feeling by any means, but it occurred to Jonah that right then he actually could. Out there in that meadow with no one else around, there was nothing to stop him. Laurie lay on his back with his arms behind his head. At some point he'd removed the shirt he'd been wearing, and the pale gold skin of his smooth chest was on full display. His jeans rode low enough on his hips that Jonah could see the waistband of his boxers. Jonah's fingers itched to reach over and tug them all the way down, spring that cock free and put his mouth on it, suck and tease until Laurie came, right there in broad daylight with only the lemon yellow sun as a witness. 

Laurie was halfway into relating a story his professor had told during a lecture the previous semester about his time working as a profiler for the FBI when Jonah leaned down and stopped the flow of words with his lips. To Laurie's credit, he didn't miss a beat. Maybe he'd even been waiting for it. He opened for Jonah at the first touch, letting Jonah's tongue probe and explore and slide against his. Laurie tasted like melon and peanut butter and Jonah thought that might be his new favorite flavor combination. He felt Laurie's calloused fingertips skim across his nape and trail down the center of his back. Then, without being sure exactly how it'd happened, he was lying on top of Laurie, cradled between lean thighs, with those same fingers buried in his hair as the kiss went from honey-slow to blazing hot and out of control.

Jonah whimpered into Laurie's mouth and ground down against him. He'd forgotten to pack one essential item (lube), but, hell, they could improvise, and he had to admit there was something incredibly romantic about the idea of losing his virginity in a sunlit field of flowers and sweet-smelling grass. But Laurie seemed to have plans of his own. His hands left Jonah's hair and moved to the hem of his shirt. He tugged until Jonah was forced to break the kiss so that Laurie could pull it over his head and toss it aside. Their mouths reconnected, heat and need in every nibble and brush of lips, as one of Laurie's arms slipped between their bodies and his fingers went to work on Jonah's jeans. 

Jonah kissed him until Laurie had bared both of their cocks, but the moment Laurie fisted them together in one hand and started up a leisurely stroke, Jonah ripped his mouth away and buried his face in the curve where Laurie's neck met his shoulder. "Oh, God." His hips jerked forward and he shamelessly rubbed himself against the velvety hardness of Laurie's dick, a ragged, gut-punched groan tearing from his throat. Good. So fucking good. Jonah had never felt anything like it. 

When Laurie picked up the pace and added a little twist to the downward stroke, Jonah sank his teeth into Laurie's shoulder to muffle his cries. Yes. Oh, hell fucking yes. He liked that right there, maybe better than anything else they'd done so far. Except for the kisses. Those kisses made him lose his mind. Speaking of which...

Jonah lifted his head and crushed Laurie's mouth under his. Laurie made a sound Jonah couldn't even attempt to describe—a moan, a plea, a prayer—and suddenly the quick, jerking pulls got a whole lot smoother as the evidence of Laurie's orgasm eased the way. Jonah lost it then, at the feel of Laurie's come on his cock and the slickness of that firm grip as it moved steadily over his rigid flesh. He came, kissing Laurie so hard he'd be surprised if their lips weren't bruised later, and it was like he hadn't come in months. It went on and on, and the kiss kept going, too, until it was either pull apart or suffocate, and even then Jonah only paused long enough to draw in a few deep breaths before he kissed Laurie again. 

After a few more minutes of deep, lazy kisses, they finally broke apart. They cleaned up with the napkins Jonah had packed and settled on the blanket again. Jonah curled against Laurie's side, content to just lay there in silence. He wasn't aware of closing his eyes, but he must have dozed off because the next thing he knew the play of Laurie's fingertips along the length of his spine brought him slowly back to wakefulness. 

Jonah blinked at Laurie, groggy and half-dazed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Laurie smiled. "No worries. You were only out for a few minutes."

"Really?" Jonah asked around a yawn. "It felt longer." He stretched and sat up. "What time is it?"

"Three."

Jonah glanced over at Laurie, who was still reclining on the blanket, loose and relaxed. "You want to see a movie?"

"Sure."

"Cool. But I think we should play a game first."

Laurie's lips quirked. "What kind of game?"

Jonah grinned mischievously. "Hide-and-seek."

Laurie laughed. "What are we, ten?"

"Oh, no, this isn't your ordinary hide-and-seek. We play best two out of three."

"Yeah?" Laurie smirked. "And what are the stakes?" 

"Winner claims a boon from the loser."

"Keep talking."

"A sexual favor," Jonah went on, his body stirring at the expression on Laurie's face. "The loser has to comply, no matter what it is."

Laurie's smile took on a decidedly wicked cast. "You sure you're brave enough for that?" 

Jonah returned that smile with an impish grin. "I'm brave enough for anything you can dish out."

"We'll see," Laurie murmured as he sat up. "I hide first. Give me to the count of fifty." 

Before Jonah could reply Laurie grabbed his shoulders and yanked him close for a quick and dirty kiss that ended with a playful nip to Jonah's lower lip. "For luck," he whispered, and then he took off. 

For a moment Jonah was too stunned to move, his mouth stinging, his cock once again on red alert. The sound of Laurie's laughter in the distance snapped him out of it. He closed his eyes and started counting from ten, figuring he'd wasted at least that long sitting there like an idiot.

When Jonah finished counting, he searched for almost ten minutes before he finally admitted defeat. He called out to Laurie and was surprised by a rustle from the trees a few feet behind him. He turned and watched as Laurie dropped to the ground with bits of leaves in his brown hair and a smug smile on his face. 

"My point," Laurie said, his hazel eyes sparkling with humor. "Wanna try again?"

Jonah lifted his chin. "Damn straight I do."

Laurie's smile broadened. "See if you can actually find me this time."

Jonah rolled his eyes and turned away to start counting again. That time he did find Laurie, and he was proud when it took him less than five minutes. Laurie still seemed happy, despite his loss, and Jonah couldn't resist sneaking in a good luck kiss of his own. 

He went off to find a hiding place as Laurie began to call out numbers from his position near their picnic blanket. Eventually he decided on the old barn. It might have been an obvious choice—and that explained why Laurie had avoided it—but Jonah had never said that he didn't want to be found. In fact, he was more than a little excited by the thought of what Laurie might ask of him when he lost. Smirking to himself, he walked to the farthest stall from the door and settled down to wait. Come and find me.

~*~

It took Laurie all of five seconds to figure out where Jonah had gone. He shook his head and crouched to grab one of the water bottles from the picnic basket. Let the kid sweat it out for a few minutes, he thought as he drained half the contents in one long gulp. Jonah was so transparent. It was kind of cute, really, and Laurie was totally willing to play along. Between work and school, he didn't have very much time for fun. Jonah was undeniably that. Not to mention sexy as hell. Laurie couldn't remember ever having reacted to anyone so strongly and they hadn't even had full-on sex yet. At the rate they were going, Laurie wondered if he'd survive it when they did. Damn if it wouldn't be worth the sacrifice one way or another.

Laurie tossed the water bottle back into the basket, and made his way to the barn. He tried to keep his steps light as he checked the stalls, but by the time he neared the last one, he knew that if Jonah was there, he'd probably heard him coming. His suspicions were confirmed when he paused a couple of feet away and Jonah suddenly shot out of the stall and ran past him. Laurie burst out laughing and spun around to give chase.

He caught Jonah just outside the barn door. Jonah feinted left and then tried to bolt in the opposite direction, but Laurie was ready for him. He blocked Jonah's escape and crowded him until he'd backed Jonah against one of the barn's exterior walls. 

Jonah's face was flushed. He grinned as Laurie braced an arm on either side of his shoulders. "Guess you found me," he said, reaching out to set his hands on Laurie's hips. "So what are you going to do with me now?"

Laurie made a valiant effort at resisting as Jonah tried to pull him closer, but the sight of Jonah's tongue slicking across his lower lip had him caving faster than a house of cards in a monsoon. He traced the same path it had taken and then nibbled at the corner of Jonah's mouth. "You're a little cheat. Running is against the rules, didn't you know?"

Jonah's soft, breathy laugh made Laurie's cock twitch. "Maybe you should punish me then."

Laurie slipped one of his thighs between Jonah's legs and had to bite back a groan when Jonah immediately started to rub against him. "Yeah? Would you like that?"

Jonah shuddered, his eyelids drooping shut. "Yeah. I think I would."

"So maybe I shouldn't then," Laurie said, even as he reached down to cup Jonah's ass and drag him even closer. "Wouldn't be much of a punishment if you enjoyed it, would it?"

Jonah's grip on his hips tightened, urging Laurie to move faster. "Do whatever you like. Later." 

"Yeah." Laurie gave in to him, loving the way Jonah trembled and moaned as the speed of their movements increased. "Later."

.: 5 :.

"So who all is going to be at this thing?"

"It's a rave, Jo. You never know who's gonna show up."

Laurie glanced over his shoulder at Jonah, who sat alone in the backseat of Marc's Intrepid as Marc navigated the unnamed country roads that led deeper into the hilly forest at the edge of town. Jonah gave him a tiny, suggestive smile as Marc kept talking. Laurie shook his head, but couldn't help smiling back. He and Jonah together at a party in the woods where alcohol and Lord only knew what other mind-altering substances would be available probably wasn't the best idea, but when one of the fly-fishing guides had told them about the rave, he never once considered leaving Jonah behind. Outside of work, they hadn't spent much time apart since their picnic last week. Jonah was still in possession of his V-card, as he liked to call it, but that was a mere technicality in Laurie's opinion since they'd done just about everything else.

As hot as all of the fooling around was, Laurie knew this thing they'd started had already gone beyond that. He wasn't sure exactly when it'd happened, but there'd been a moment the day before when Laurie looked at Jonah and realized he wasn't just some friend with benefits anymore, if he ever had been in the first place. They were in a relationship. Without either one of them really acknowledging it, they'd become a couple. Because people in sex-only arrangements didn't spend hours and hours just talking, didn't hold hands and snuggle at the movies, didn't fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms after nothing more than a few kisses. And they definitely didn't look at each other the way that Jonah looked at him. 

Laurie was surprised their co-workers or Jonah's grandparents hadn't caught on. For him, the affection in Jonah's face whenever their eyes met was blindingly obvious. If Marc hadn't known what was going on, though he was still pretending otherwise to spare Jonah any embarrassment, Laurie knew he would've been able to guess. It was a good thing that he'd come clean to Marc before it even started because Laurie thought they were both probably doing a piss-poor job of hiding the fact that they were involved. That was okay, though. Laurie and Jonah were both out to their families, so it wasn't as if that part would come as a shock to anyone. And maybe their relationship wouldn't either. But if Laurie had anything to say about it, Marc was the only person who would ever know the particulars about how they'd gotten together in the first place.

Half an hour later they parked the car alongside dozens of others and made their way toward the massive bonfire they could see through the trees ahead. Laurie and Jonah settled on one of the huge logs that surrounded it while Marc went off in search of beer. It was really too hot for the bonfire still, but the woods would be pitch black without it, even if everyone had brought lanterns along. And the heat did nothing to prevent Jonah from pressing close to Laurie's side.

Jonah put his mouth right up to Laurie's ear to be heard above the frenetic techno music that pulsed from the giant speakers on either side of the makeshift DJ booth across the clearing. "So are you ever going to claim your prize?"

Laurie grinned. "Only when you least expect it."

"I think tonight would be a good time."

"Oh, yeah? Well, see, that's the thing about being the loser." Laurie leaned into Jonah and nipped at his earlobe. "You don't have any say."

Jonah shivered as Laurie's tongue soothed away the sting from the bite, but in the next second he stiffened and subtly shifted a few inches away. 

Laurie looked around and spotted Marc coming around the bonfire with a trio of beer bottles in hand. Luckily, Marc seemed to be totally engrossed in whatever the tall, tight-bodied blonde at his side was saying and hadn't noticed Laurie's minor slip up. Knowing about it was one thing, but seeing it would be quite another and that was one thing Marc had specifically mentioned during their talk. He had enough respect for his friend to try to honor his wishes, though it sure would be easier if Jonah was a little less hard to resist.

The song changed to one Laurie recognized and Jonah turned toward him, face alight with excitement. "Wanna dance?"

Laurie shook his head sheepishly. "I don't dance."

"Too bad." Jonah stood when his brother arrived sans the blonde from before. He snagged one of the beers from Marc's hand and drained it with a speed that had even Laurie blinking. He handed the empty bottle back and grinned. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Marc laughed and dropped onto the log beside Laurie. He handed Laurie one of the beer bottles and tossed the one Jonah had finished behind them. "You're not going with him?" he asked in a casual tone as Jonah disappeared into the crowd of writhing bodies just outside the sitting area that surrounded the bonfire. 

Laurie shrugged. "Let him do his thing. You know I can't dance worth a damn."

Marc snorted. "True."

"What about you and that blonde?"

Marc took a long pull from his bottle and gave an appreciative sigh. "Oh, I'll be seeing her later."

That time Laurie snorted. "I'm sure you will."

~*~

Jonah had no idea how long he'd been dancing. Song after song passed by in a blur. He sucked down another couple of beers and grooved with anyone who happened to be nearby. Male, female, it didn't matter. He loved to dance and he was going to live it up while he had the chance. At that moment his partner was a guy with inky black hair and a multitude of piercings. His eyes were wild and Jonah knew he had to be on something, but Jonah didn't mind until the guy crowded him and pressed something to his lips.

Jonah jerked back and shook his head. "No."

"Come on, baby." The guy lifted his hand again. "It's just a sugar cube."

"I said no."

"Don't be like that. It'll make you feel really—"

"You heard him, Rick."

Jonah stilled at the familiar voice. Travis stepped up beside him and suddenly "Rick" was all apologies. The guy took off through a gap in the crowd and Jonah turned to face Travis. He hadn't seen much of him since the incident with Laurie at Beckett's. Travis still popped into the shop occasionally, but he didn't linger as he had before and he wasn't anywhere near as flirty. Right then, though, his arrogant smirk was at its highest wattage. He looked good; Jonah couldn't deny it. Even in his grease-covered mechanic coveralls, Travis was still gorgeous. Out of them and wearing a clingy T-shirt and even clingier jeans, he was downright devastating.

Jonah crossed his arms across his chest, appreciative of Travis's looks, but not affected by them as he might have been before. "Hey, Trav."

"Jonah. Long time no talk."

"Yeah."

Travis made a production of glancing around. "Who are you here with?"

"Marc and Laurie."

"Ah." Travis's smile twisted with amusement. "You up for a walk?"

Jonah bit his lip. He had no real interest in taking a walk with Travis, and he didn't think Laurie would like it if he did. But he was still wondering what the deal was between Travis and Laurie, and there would be no better source than the proverbial horse himself. Finally, he shrugged. "Sure."

Travis inclined his head. "Follow me." Jonah obeyed, trailing behind as Travis wove his way around the dancing couples and the other people who appeared to be doing some approximation that consisted mainly of uncoordinated flailing and jumping.

They moved deeper into the woods, away from the light of the bonfire. Travis stopped when it was just bright enough for them to make out each other's features in the near-darkness. 

Jonah leaned back against one of the trees, the roughness of the bark digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. "Since we're not walking anymore, I assume you have something to say."




Wanting



"More like do," Travis murmured. He approached until he was close enough for Jonah to feel his body heat. "I seem to recall making you an offer the other week. I'm still up for it if you are."

Jonah clucked his tongue and gave Travis a considering look. "Well, as I was about to tell you that day before we got interrupted, I'm not interested."

Travis shifted a bit closer. "Oh, really?"

"Not at all," Jonah said, keeping his eyes on Travis's. "But what I am interested in is why Laurie seems to hate you."

"Yeah, he does, doesn't he?"

"Mmm-hmm. And what's the story there?"

Travis shrugged and dragged one long finger down the center of Jonah's chest. "Why don't you ask him?"

"I already did."

Travis laughed. "And he wouldn't tell you?"

No, he wouldn't. Jonah had asked one of the nights they stayed at the guesthouse. Laurie's immediate reaction had been to shut down and brush the question aside. It'd hurt, but the look in his eyes prevented Jonah from pressing the issue at the time. Of course, Laurie's refusal to answer served only to make him even more curious. 

When Jonah stayed silent, Travis's fingers started toying with the hem of his shirt. "What are you gonna give me if I tell you?"

Jonah smirked and tried to make it as cocky as the ones Travis normally gave him. "Good, old-fashioned gratitude." 

"That's not enough. I'd prefer a good, old-fashioned blowjob."

Jonah rolled his eyes. "So not happening."

Travis shrugged again and backed off a few steps. "Well, you can just go on wondering then."

"Okay. If that's how you wanna be." Jonah turned on his heel and started walking away. 

"You and Laurie, huh?" Travis called out after him. "You know I had that ass first, right? Yeah, I tore that little boy pussy up, and I made it really memorable. He ain't never gonna forget me."

Jonah meant to keep walking. Honestly, he did. But before the idea even registered in his brain, he was already halfway back to where Travis stood. He kept going until they were less than a foot apart, and that arrogant grin goaded him into throwing a punch that Travis never saw coming. 

He felt the crunch of bone under his knuckles with almost unholy satisfaction. 

Travis stumbled back a few steps and fell to his knees, his hands flying up to clutch at his nose. "Fucking asshole!" he yelled. "I think you broke my nose!" 

Or at least that's what it sounded like, though Jonah couldn't be sure because Travis's voice was nasally and muffled by his palms.

"Yeah," Jonah growled, halfway tempted to kick the bastard while he was down. "And you won't be forgetting that anytime soon, will you? Fucker."

Jonah turned to head back to the bonfire, but froze before he could take a step. Laurie and Marc were standing a few feet from where he stood, both wearing similar expressions of shock. Jonah smiled at them, not bothering to look back at Travis, who was cursing and muttering behind him. "Ready to go?" he asked with false cheer. "I think it's about that time, don't you?"

He didn't stay to see if Marc and Laurie agreed. By the time they made it out of the woods, he was already waiting for them at the car.

.: 6 :.

Aside from when Marc asked Jonah what had happened between him and Travis, and Jonah refused to answer, the drive back to the lake house was made in absolute silence. Laurie was still buzzed from the beer and Jell-O shots he'd had, but what he'd overheard of the confrontation between Jonah and Travis sobered him considerably. He'd only caught the tail end, and Marc had too, though he was playing dumb because he knew how humiliated Laurie had been by the entire thing with Travis the summer before last. Laurie hadn't wanted Jonah to hear it like that. Hell, he hadn't wanted him to know about it at all. Too late for that.

God, when he'd spotted Jonah following Travis into the woods, it was impossible to say which was the stronger emotion—fury at Travis, or the sense of betrayal from the idea that Jonah was sneaking around behind his back. It was lucky Marc had been beside him right then. Nothing good would have come from Laurie tearing off after them in a mindless rage. Instead he and Marc had gone together and kept their distance just to see what would happen. The last thing Laurie expected was to show up as Jonah was planting his fist in Travis's face. Not that it hadn't filled him with a perverse sense of pleasure to see it. Of course, that still didn't answer the question of why Jonah had gone with Travis in the first place. Laurie had every intention of asking once they were alone again.

Marc dropped them off in front of the house with a "see ya later," and turned the car around to go back the way they'd come. Laurie knew he'd made plans with that blonde from the rave, but Jonah looked a bit lost as he watched Marc's taillights disappear. 

Laurie reached out and grabbed Jonah's upper arm. "Come with me to the guesthouse."

"But what if Marc comes back and realizes we're both gone?" Jonah asked, but he didn't put up any resistance as Laurie started to tug him along. 

"I don't care. We need to talk."

"Yeah."

Laurie released Jonah's arm, and Jonah fell into step beside him. When they got to the guesthouse Jonah withdrew the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. After the third time they'd spent the night there, he'd stopped putting it back and just kept it on him at all times. Right at that moment, Laurie was immensely grateful for that fact. His patience was gone. He needed his hands on Jonah and he needed it as soon as possible. But there were other things they had to get out of the way first.

The second they were in the bedroom, Jonah turned on him. "So...you and Travis."

It wasn't a question. Laurie answered anyway. "Yeah."

Jonah crossed his arms. Normally his expressive face showed everything he was feeling, but Laurie couldn't get a read on him in the semi-darkness of the room. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why were you going into the woods with him?" Laurie returned.

"I asked you first."

Laurie sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. "It was a long time ago."

"It happened here, right? In the guesthouse. That's why you got weird when I suggested it that night."

Laurie hesitated then nodded. "Yes."

Jonah was silent for a few moments. "I went with him because I knew something had happened between you guys. I was hoping he would tell me what."

"It's in the past, Jonah. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Did he rape you?"

The raw tone in Jonah's voice made Laurie flinch, rather than the question itself. "Not exactly."

"But he hurt you."

"Yes."

Laurie watched Jonah's throat work as he swallowed convulsively. 

"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," Jonah said, the words thick with emotion.

Laurie was glad then that if he couldn't see Jonah's expression clearly, it meant Jonah probably couldn't see his either. He was pretty sure the look on his face would be some combination of pain and remorse. Yeah, maybe he should have told Jonah given the circumstances. But it wasn't a story he was proud of. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck, don't be sorry! I just...I wish I could go hit that stupid shithead again."

Laurie shrugged. "He's not worth it."

"But you are! You're worth it to me. He hurt you and it makes me want to hurt him back."

"Don't waste your anger on him. Believe me, I've wasted enough of my own."

Suddenly Jonah was in front of him, his hands gripping Laurie's shoulders. "I hate that you were hurt."

Laurie wrapped his arms around Jonah's waist and pulled him close. "It could've been a lot worse. It was my fault, too. I should've been more careful. This is why I told you that it's okay to wait for the right person instead of rushing into things."

"That's why I waited for you," Jonah whispered. Then his lips were on Laurie's, soft and gentle as the brush of butterfly wings, and all thoughts of Travis were lost in the warmth that spread through Laurie's body at that simple touch.

For a while that's all it was, softness and comfort, slow touches that were meant to soothe not arouse. Laurie couldn't say exactly when the touches grew bolder and the kisses evolved into something more. Jonah's hands seemed to be everywhere—on his ass, pulling his shirt off, yanking his belt free and shoving his pants down. 

Their frantic strip got held up when they got to the shoes. Jonah was able to easily kick off his well-worn pair of Ed Hardy high-tops, but Laurie's combat boots proved to be a bigger challenge. It took a minute, but then they were naked on the mattress, bodies flush together. Jonah was practically undulating beneath him and Laurie knew right then that just jerking or sucking each other off wouldn't be enough.

Laurie grabbed the lube from the drawer of the bedside table and gave Jonah an inquiring look. 

"Yeah." Jonah nodded and jerked Laurie's head down for a quick kiss. "Yeah. Right now. I'm ready."

Laurie chuckled against his mouth. "Not yet. But you will be."

~*~

Jonah quivered as Laurie lived up to the promise in those words. Laurie licked him and sucked him, pressed two slick fingers inside and twisted and stretched until Jonah didn't know whether to cry or to beg. All he knew was that he'd passed ready about three exits back. Next stop: desperation. 

"Now, Laurie." Jonah moaned and rocked his hips, alternately grinding down into Laurie's touch and thrusting up into his mouth. "Now."

Laurie pulled off his cock with a messy, porno-quality pop that made Jonah's entire body break into goose bumps. "Yeah." He flexed his fingers one last time and Jonah shuddered. "On your side." 

Jonah followed Laurie's instructions and adjusted the pillow under his head as Laurie settled onto the mattress behind him.

"Draw your legs up." 

Once again, Jonah obeyed. He pulled his knees up to his chest then trembled when he heard the click of the lube being opened. A few seconds later, the blunt tip of Laurie's cock was at his entrance. Jonah tried to press down, but Laurie's hand gripped his hip and held him still.

"You sure?" Laurie murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below Jonah's ear.

"Yes."

"Try to relax. I'm gonna go nice and slow."

Jonah nodded and closed his eyes. He tried to will the tension from his muscles, but he couldn't help from clamping down the moment Laurie tried to breach that first tight ring of muscle. He felt Laurie's groan as it rumbled from his chest. 

"It's okay." Laurie's hand moved soothingly over his hip, and the touch helped to calm Jonah somewhat. "Push out a little bit...yeah, just like that." 

Jonah whimpered as the head of Laurie's cock finally slipped in. It hurt more than he'd thought it would, and he was abruptly glad for all the time Laurie had spent preparing him despite his impatience. After that, it wasn't so bad, though. Not so much pain as discomfort and pressure, but Laurie took it slowly enough that Jonah's body had adjusted to the feeling of being penetrated by the time he was all the way inside.

Laurie's arm curled around Jonah's waist and a soft kiss brushed across his nape. "Okay?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Tell me if it's too much." 

"Just move. I wanna feel it."

Laurie withdrew nearly all the way and slid back in. A few more of those careful thrusts, steadily increasing the pace each time, and then his hips snapped forward and the head of his cock hit Jonah's prostate just right. Jonah cried out and arched his back. His erection, which had flagged due to the initial pain, hardened in a tingling rush.

"Y-Yeah," Jonah said shakily as he reached down to take his dick in hand. "Harder."

Laurie complied, and the depth and force of his thrusts increased. Jonah moaned long and low at the slick stretch, the aching pressure as Laurie pushed forward and the exquisite relief as he pulled back. And when the underside of Laurie's cock brushed that sensitized bundle of nerves inside him, Jonah bit his lip and quaked at the agonizing, bone-melting pleasure. It started as a pinprick and spread up his spine and through his limbs, like dye moving over fabric, slow and drenching. 

Jonah's dick pulsed and he jerked it roughly as he shoved back against Laurie's pelvis. He couldn't believe how quickly the feeling had gone from discomfort to bliss, but Jonah's mind was still screaming for something else, something more. "Laurie, I...I need..."

"What do you need, Jo?" Laurie's voice was breathless and strained. 

"I want..." Jonah trailed off, embarrassed to ask for what he wanted, even as his body begged for it.

"Tell me."

"I want you on top of me. I want you to hold me down and just...take me."

Laurie made a tormented sound. "Shit. But I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please, Laurie." Jonah turned his head and met Laurie's mouth for a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. "Please."

"Okay." Laurie gave Jonah another fierce kiss and slowly withdrew. Jonah whimpered at the empty ache he left behind. "On your stomach."

Jonah rolled over and shoved the pillows aside so he could rest his head directly on the mattress. He felt the bed shift as Laurie moved and then Laurie's fingers gripped his hips, tilted them up, and his cock slid back inside in one slow, torturous glide.

Unlike the first time, Laurie didn't pause to let Jonah's body adjust. His hands settled on Jonah's shoulders, pressed him down, held him immobile, and he set into a pounding that robbed Jonah of both breath and coherent thought. 

Jonah gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut. The change in position brought some of the pain back, but not enough for him to ask Laurie to stop. Never that. Laurie was giving him exactly what he'd wanted and he knew it wouldn't be long before it got good again. And it wasn't. Soon the feel of Laurie's weight on him, those strong hands holding him still, that hard, steady tempo, sent him spiraling toward ecstasy once more. 

Jonah groaned and spread his legs as wide as he could, tilted his hips even more so that thick cock rubbed his sweet spot at the perfect angle. And, oh, yeah, that was it. That was it right there. Jonah heard Laurie gasp, felt that relentless rhythm falter, and realized that Laurie was just as close as he was. One more deep thrust and Jonah came, almost sobbing from the intensity, the warmth of his release pooling on the sheets beneath him. 

Laurie went still as Jonah's muscles spasmed, and judging from the noise that escaped him, the moment was as amazing for him as it was for Jonah. His hips jerked once and Jonah felt a rush of heat as Laurie followed him over the edge. Laurie moaned as if something inside of him was breaking, his fingertips digging into the muscles of Jonah's shoulders. After that, the harshness of their breathing was the only sound in the room. 

When Laurie finally withdrew and collapsed beside him, Jonah shifted so they were face to face. He was sore and tired and a bit, well, soggy, but Jonah couldn't remember ever being happier. And if Laurie's blissed out expression was any indication, then Laurie was right there with him. Laurie's eyelids were half-closed, his cheeks pink from exertion. His lips were dark and swollen from rough use, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead with sweat. But to Jonah, he'd never looked more beautiful.

"I love you."

Laurie's eyes snapped open. His lips parted, but Jonah shook his head and pressed a finger to Laurie's mouth to keep him from speaking. 

"You don't have to say anything. Just...I wanted you to know." Jonah laughed lightly. "I think I've been in love with you since I was thirteen years old."

"Jo—"

"Don't say anything, okay? Just hold me."

Laurie's arms wrapped around him and Jonah snuggled against his chest. With the sound of Laurie's steady heartbeat in his ear, he felt safe. Warm and protected. Nothing could touch him. Nothing else mattered. He wished they could stay that way, just the two of them, forever. 

He was drifting on the edge of sleep when the soft sound of Laurie's voice made him stir. "Jonah?"

"Hmm?"

"Me, too."

Jonah blinked and lifted his head. "Huh?"

"I love you, too."

Jonah gave Laurie a drowsy smile. "Yeah?"

Laurie's lips quirked and he dropped a light kiss on Jonah's chin. "Yeah."

"Good." Jonah laid his head on Laurie's chest again, closed his eyes, and hoped he wasn't dreaming. 

.: 7 :.

Jonah spent the next morning bouncing between guilt and euphoria. Laurie was his. Finally. Laurie loved him. Him. God, it felt so surreal. How long had he dreamed of hearing those words? A lifetime, it seemed. And Laurie had said them more than once. He'd whispered them again while they showered together before leaving the guesthouse. As his soap-slick hands moved over Jonah's body, cleansing and rubbing away all of the little aches and pains, he'd said them, just loud enough to be heard above the water. 

Jonah kissed him then. The kisses led to more touches, and the touches led to Laurie palming both of their cocks and jerking them off together under the warm, pulsing spray of the shower. All things considered, not a bad way to start the day.

Then the guilt came. For the first time since their relationship started, Jonah regretted inventing "Dirk." Regretted the story he'd told to gain Laurie's sympathy. What would have happened if he'd just been honest and laid his cards on the table instead? There was no way of knowing. But he owed it to Laurie to come clean. The idea of maintaining the lie didn't sit right with him anymore. He knew he probably should've admitted the truth to Laurie at the very beginning, before they'd gotten sexually involved. 

What will he think of me? Jonah hoped Laurie would be understanding, maybe even think it was funny. God, I hope so. I can't lose him now. But he couldn't just let it go either. It wouldn't be right. On top of that, there was a fair chance Laurie would eventually find out anyway. If Laurie ever mentioned "Dirk" to Jonah's parents, the jig would be up. Jonah had a close enough relationship with them that they would've known about any boyfriends...or lack thereof. And if Laurie found out the truth from someone else? Well, Jonah didn't even want to think about that.

Jonah sighed and shifted in his chair, wincing slightly when some of his tender muscles protested the action. The shop had been dead so far, and the book he'd brought with couldn't hold his attention. He'd woken up sore, and the shower had helped somewhat, but he could still feel it when he moved, a subtle ache that reminded him he'd been taken the night before. Maybe it was a bit sentimental, but the physical reminder made him happy. It was like a secret only he and Laurie shared. 

The sound of his grandparents' voices drew his attention to the back office. They were discussing sending a couple of the guides home early. It made sense—there weren't very many kayak tours on the schedule—but Jonah figured they probably wouldn't let him go any time soon, no matter how slow it'd been. Someone had to be around to ring up customers and answer phones. Normally, he didn't mind much, but his body was hurting and all he really wanted to do was talk to Laurie. And maybe sneak in a few cuddles, too. 

Jonah glanced at the clock. The next tour wasn't set to start for another hour and a half, which meant Laurie would probably be free for nearly as long. Maybe they could head into town for lunch or something, and Jonah could bring the whole ex-boyfriend thing up sort of casually, in a "you're gonna laugh when I tell you this" kind of way. They could have a good chuckle about it (hopefully), and then it would be over and done with. 

"Hey, MawMaw?" Jonah called. 

His grandmother, Eleanor, appeared in the doorway of the office and smiled at him. "What is it, sugar?"




Wanting



"It's a little early, but can I take my lunch right now?"

Eleanor looked over her shoulder when Jonah's grandfather said something he didn't quite catch. "Yes, I remember," she murmured, then glanced back at Jonah. "We have to leave for an appointment in about fifteen minutes, love. You can go on a break if you want, but we'll need you to cover the shop while we're gone."

Well, that was disappointing. But Jonah could work with fifteen minutes. Laurie had to be somewhere nearby. His last tour had come in only twenty minutes ago. The boathouse would be the best bet. "All right, MawMaw. I'll be back."

Jonah left the shop and headed toward the boathouse. He eyed the parking lot next door, searching for Travis's car, but didn't see it. Good. Maybe the guy was in the hospital having his nose readjusted. That or he was too embarrassed to show his face. Either way, Jonah didn't care. He didn't think he could stand to see Travis any time soon without hitting him again.

When he reached the entrance to the boathouse, both Laurie and Marc were just stepping out. 

"Hey, kiddo," Marc said. "What's up?"

"Oh, um...MawMaw was asking for Laurie."

Marc arched a brow and gave Laurie a look Jonah couldn't read. "I see. Well, I'm going to get some food. Catch you guys later."

As Marc wandered off, Laurie smiled slightly. "Very subtle, Jo."

"Sorry." Jonah laughed. "I should've guessed he'd be with you."

"So, what's really up?"

Nerves made Jonah's stomach clench. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

Laurie's eyes searched his face for a moment. "Sure."

"Come on." Jonah started down the path that led toward the docks. He stopped a few feet out onto the first one and dropped down to sit on the edge. 

Laurie sat beside him, but didn't speak, obviously waiting for Jonah to say something. When Jonah cleared his throat for the second time, Laurie glanced at him in amusement. "You got something stuck in there or what?"

That startled a laugh out of Jonah. "No, I...I'm a little nervous, but, you know, it's actually kind of a funny story..."

"What's kind of a funny story?" Laurie prodded, nudging Jonah with his shoulder. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

"I'm good." Jonah smiled briefly. "I wish I could kiss you right now."

Laurie reached out and squeezed his hand. "Later." 

"Yeah." Jonah cleared his throat again, and tried to ignore Laurie's chuckle. "But, anyway, you know when I told you about Dirk a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yeah?" Laurie said. The hesitancy in his voice made Jonah cringe.

"So, the thing is...I sort of made him up."

"Sort of?"

"I did make him up. I...there is no Dirk." Jonah risked a glance at Laurie. The expression—or, rather, non-expression—on his face was worse than anger would have been. "I just...I wanted—"

"Jonah!"

Jonah jerked at the sound of his name being shouted from the direction of the shop. Shit. Has it been fifteen minutes already?

"You should go," Laurie said flatly when Jonah's name was called again.

Jonah bit his lip as the nervousness in his belly changed to queasiness. "Are you mad?"

"We'll talk about it later, Jo."

Jonah stared at him for a moment, but Laurie didn't say anything else. Laurie's silence, and the sound of his name being yelled for a third time, prompted him into getting up. 

"I'm sorry, Laurie." He turned and made his way back to the shop. By the time he got there, Jonah had fought off the feeling of nausea. Mostly. He apologized to his grandparents, and watched them walk out the door with a sense of relief. Trying to talk to Laurie when he had so little time had probably been a mistake. He'd have the rest of the day to agonize about whether Laurie was actually pissed or just disappointed. Worrying about it was going to drive him crazy. But, then, he had no one to blame but himself.

*

Oh, God, where is he? Is he that mad at me? Jonah looked out the window again, searching for a glimpse of headlights in the distance. Marc and Laurie had gone somewhere directly from Beckett's, but he had no idea where. Jonah hadn't spoken to Laurie since the few minutes they'd spent on the docks earlier. He didn't have a clue what Laurie thought about the entire situation, and the constant anxiety had started to make him feel sick. 

At first he waited in his own bedroom, but three hours later he found himself in Laurie's room without any real memory of how it'd happened. They needed to talk. As soon as Laurie got back. There was no way Jonah could withstand an entire night of this. The very thought made him want to puke. 

The appearance of headlights at the end of the long driveway half an hour later was as much a stress as a comfort. What if he breaks up with me? Not that they'd ever actually put a label on their relationship. But they were together. It wasn't just about the sex. Jonah knew it.

In the time it took for Marc and Laurie to enter the house, Jonah had worked himself into such a state he thought he might just fall to pieces when Laurie opened the door. It didn't happen, though. Laurie stepped into the room, and he didn't look at all surprised to see Jonah standing there. He shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. Neither his posture nor his expression was encouraging in the slightest, but Jonah moved to stand in front of him anyway. 

"Please don't be mad!" he blurted before Laurie could say anything. "I'm really sorry, Laurie. I just...I wanted you to notice me. It was like you never saw me. You saw Jonah, Marc's little brother, but not me. I thought if I told you I'd had a boyfriend, maybe you would be jealous, and then maybe..." Jonah's throat felt tight. He swallowed to try to alleviate the pressure, but it got even worse as Laurie stared at him in silence. "It was a bad idea, I know. Really, I know that now. Please forgive me. I—"

"Jo," Laurie interrupted quietly, "I already knew."

Jonah blinked, his mouth falling open in shock. "You...you did?"

"Well, I suspected at least," Laurie amended. "But this morning, when you confirmed it...I was more upset than I thought I'd be to find out you actually had lied about it all. That was kind of shitty of you, Jonah."

"I know. I know. It was a dick move, and I'm—"

"But I understand why you did it."

Jonah's very brain seemed to freeze at those words. Laurie understood. So did that mean...? "You're not going to break up with me?"

Laurie looked surprised. "No, of course not."

Jonah kissed him. He couldn't help it. Laurie wasn't angry. They were still going to be together. The relief was so intense it almost made him giddy. He trembled when Laurie's arms uncrossed and curled around his waist. 

"I love you," he murmured against Laurie's mouth. His hand slipped between their bodies and pressed to the hard length he could feel under Laurie's fly. "Let me show you how much."

Laurie groaned. "Jonah, not here. I told you—"

"Just this once." Jonah's fingers undid the button on Laurie's jeans and started to tug the zipper down. "Just this one time..."

Jonah knew he'd get his way when Laurie dipped his head and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Once," Laurie said, his lips brushing over the soft skin there.

The exasperation in Laurie's voice made Jonah laugh. It was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay.

Or so he thought. Until the door flew open behind Laurie and his brother walked in. Marc was in the middle of saying something about condoms, but broke off when he spotted Jonah and Laurie locked in an embrace.

"Oh." Marc's eyes were huge. As Jonah watched, a slow flush crept up his neck. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't...fuck, Laurie, I thought you weren't going to do this in the house!"

Jonah felt his own eyes widen. "You knew?" He glanced at Laurie for reassurance, but the obvious guilt on Laurie's face spoke volumes. "You talked to him about it?"

"Jo—"

Jonah pulled out of Laurie's arms and looked between him and his brother. "You guys...were you guys laughing at me?"

"No." Laurie shook his head and reached for Jonah again. 

Jonah stepped back, putting more distance between them. "Did you tell him about everything we've done?"

"No."

"But you guys talked about me. You—"

"Jonah," Marc interrupted in what Jonah assumed he thought was a placating tone. "Yeah, Laurie and I did talk after you asked him to...well, you know. But it's cool. I told him I was okay with it. I told him to give you what you wanted."

"Give me what I wanted?" Jonah echoed blankly. "You mean, you told Laurie to fuck me?"

"Well, not in those—" Marc started, but Laurie's voice overrode his. 

"It wasn't like that, Jonah!"

"Oh, I'm sure. You guys must have really laughed it up, huh?" Jonah met Laurie's gaze. He couldn't even attempt to hide the pain he was feeling. "What was all this then? Pity? And you even told me you lo—" 

Jonah broke off and bit his lip so hard the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. No, he wasn't about to say that. It would be like throwing another stick on the fire of his humiliation, and how pathetic would that be?

"Jonah." Laurie took a step toward him. His hazel eyes were pleading. "Don't—"

But Jonah didn't wait around to hear what Laurie had to say. He spun on his heel and fled the room. 

~*~

"Shit," Marc muttered into the silence Jonah left behind. "I really fucked that up. I wasn't even thinking." He glanced over at Laurie. "I'll go after him."

Laurie shook his head in a quick, jerky movement. "No. I'll go."

Marc sighed. "Sorry, man." 

"God, we both handled that badly. I should've told him that you and I talked." Laurie rubbed a hand over his face and groaned. "I'm gonna go." 

He was halfway down the hall when he realized his fly was still open. He paused to do it up quickly. "Christ." Five minutes ago Jonah had been pressed against him, looking so blissfully happy Laurie had been willing to give him anything he wanted. But the expression on his face when he'd realized that Marc had known about them all along...God, that was going to stick with Laurie for a while.

*

It took him over half an hour to find Jonah. Laurie checked his bedroom first, then the guesthouse and the gazebo. He'd just started to get really worried when he saw the glow of Jonah's white T-shirt down near the lakeshore. When he got closer he realized that what he'd seen from a distance was just a pile of Jonah's discarded clothes.

Laurie looked out over the water, growing more and more alarmed as he searched for a sign of—there. Out on the floating swim platform in the middle of the lake, he could just barely make out Jonah's silhouette. "Shit." Jonah would pick the most inaccessible location on the property. Laurie sighed. The air was still warm, but he knew the water would be different story. Well, no sense in delaying the inevitable. He had two choices: go to Jonah or wait for him to come back—and Laurie wasn't feeling patient enough for the latter. 

He stripped down to his boxers and treaded into the lake without another thought. Gooseflesh broke out over his skin as the chilly water closed around him. He probably would've won some kind of medal for how fast he made that swim, but Jonah didn't even look at him as he hauled himself up onto the platform.

"What do you want?" Jonah's voice was raspy. From the sound of it, Laurie could tell he'd been crying, and it made his stomach twist with remorse. 

"We have to talk, Jo."

Jonah sighed softly and sat up. The moonlight was bright enough for Laurie to see that he wore a pair of skintight blue briefs with a red waistband and the Superman symbol on the crotch. Under different circumstances, Laurie would've thought it was adorable. Right then, he was too wet, too cold, and feeling too damn guilty. And the look on Jonah's face wasn't helping.

"I'm tired of talking," Jonah said flatly.

"Well, just listen then." Laurie brushed sopping bangs off of his forehead and scooted a bit closer to where Jonah sat. "I know you're upset, and I don't blame you. I should've told you that I talked to Marc. But it didn't happen the way you think it did."

Jonah made a scornful noise.

"Look, I have too much respect for your brother—and you—to try to keep this a secret from him. He could tell something was on my mind, and when he asked me about it, I couldn't lie to him."

"And, so, what? He asked you to do me a favor?"

"He did tell me he wanted me to do what you asked," Laurie admitted. "But because he trusts me, and he loves you. I know we were wrong not to tell you, but—"

"So that's the only reason you did it?" Jonah asked thickly. "Just because he asked you to?"

"No, Jonah, I—"

"And did you lie when you said you loved me, too? Or did you just mean you love me as a friend?" Jonah's voice rose with every word. "Did you say it back because you felt sorry for me?"

"Jonah!" Laurie gripped Jonah's bare shoulders and shook him lightly. "Stop. You have to let me finish, okay? Don't keep jumping to conclusions."

Jonah's eyes gleamed with moisture, and he looked like he wanted to say more. After a moment, though, he bit his lip and nodded. 

Laurie kept their gazes locked as he said, "Your brother didn't ask me to have sex with you as a favor to him. He asked because he could tell I wanted you too."

Jonah blinked. "You did?"

Laurie nodded. "I did. I do. I told you not to doubt it."

"How could I not doubt it, Laurie?" Jonah reached up and grabbed his wrists. "The way Marc said it...well, what was I supposed to think?"

"I know. It sounded bad." Laurie sighed softly. "It was my fault for not telling you. We thought you'd be embarrassed if you knew, but that's no excuse." 

Jonah seemed to consider his words for a moment. "Yeah, I...I probably would have been. I get your reasons, I just..." Jonah trailed off and released Laurie's wrists. His arms wrapped around Laurie's waist and he leaned in to rest his head on Laurie's shoulder. "We both should've been more honest with each other."

"Yeah." Laurie ran his hands down Jonah's back and drew him closer. "I do love you, Jo. As a friend, yes, but more than that, too. I was thinking, when we get back to Wisconsin, maybe you can move in with me and Marc. You could share my room."

Jonah lifted his head and looked at Laurie, surprise clearly written on his features. "You want me to move in with you? You want to be with me even when we get to school?"

Laurie laughed quietly. "Yes to both. Don't look so shocked. Isn't that what you want, too?"

"Of course!" 

"So then move in with me. We'll save your parents some money on room and board."

Jonah grinned. "I bet they'll love that." 

"It's not going to be free, though," Laurie said, keeping both his tone and expression serious. 

"Oh, no?" Jonah's eyebrows went up. "You're gonna charge me?"

"Yep."

"And what's it gonna cost me?"

"I have an entire list of acceptable forms of payment," Laurie answered with a smirk. "We'll go over it when we get up there."

Jonah burst out laughing. "You know, you still haven't claimed your prize. Are you adding that to the list?"

Laurie grinned. "Oh, no. I'm claiming that right now."

Jonah gave him a smile that was both nervous and excited. "Yeah? What are you going to make me do?"

"First, I'm going to make you swim back to shore because I'm freezing out here."

Jonah nodded. "Me, too. It was kind of an impulsive decision."

Laurie snorted. "No kidding."

"Hey, I'm allowed a little teenage angst, right?"

Laurie rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "Guess so."

"So, what are you going to make me do after we get to shore?"

Laurie leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jonah's mouth. "How about I tell you when we get there?"

Jonah was out of his arms and in the water in a flash. For a second, all Laurie could do was sit there and blink. Until Jonah splashed a handful of cold water in his direction and laughed. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jonah called before vanishing under the surface. 

Laurie shook his head and got to his feet. "What, indeed?" he murmured. And then he dove off the platform and went to claim his prize.

.: Epilogue :.

Three months later...

"You almost done with those carrots over there?"

Jonah stared down at the orange pile on the cutting board. He was supposed to be chopping the carrots into one-inch, diagonal chunks. When he'd watched Ina Garten make the recipe on Food Network, her carrots had come out in perfectly symmetrical pieces. His looked like they'd been massacred. "Um...I'm getting there."

He and Laurie were in the kitchen of the two-bedroom apartment they shared with Marc on the outskirts of the University of Wisconsin campus. Ever since their peanut butter and jelly picnic in Kentucky that past summer, Jonah had been determined to learn how to cook. He'd gotten fried chicken down pat, but man couldn't live on fried chicken alone, so he'd started to experiment with more intermediate recipes. The one they were currently working on was Ina Garten's version of beef bourguignon. 

Laurie, who had a natural ease in the kitchen Jonah knew he would never possess, stood at stove searing cubes of beef in the Dutch oven Jonah had purchased specifically for this recipe. Jonah had already been working on the pound of carrots for going on twenty minutes. Chopping was not his specialty. Really, nothing cooking-related was his specialty. If something took Jonah an hour, it was almost guaranteed Laurie could do it in half the time. 

A sudden laugh from beside him made Jonah glance up from the carrot he was slicing. Laurie had apparently come over to check on him, and he was staring down at the pile of mutilated carrots with an expression caught somewhere between amusement and dismay. "Oh, my God. What did you do to them?"

Jonah looked down at the mess again and bit his lip. "I have no idea."

Laurie gave another choking laugh and reached out to take the knife from his hand. "Why don't you let me finish them?"

"Yeah, maybe that would be for the best." Jonah relinquished the knife and stepped back. He watched as Laurie expertly chopped the remaining carrots—into perfect, diagonal pieces, of course—and shook his head in consternation. "It looks so easy when you do it."

"Maybe I should just do all the chopping from now on," Laurie said as he made quick work of the last carrot. "You can handle the meat."

"I don't know. I burned it the last time, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember." Laurie chuckled. "So maybe you should just sit back and watch me cook then. You could be my moral support."

Jonah frowned. "But I like cooking with you."

Laurie grinned. "I like it, too. Even if we always have to have a backup plan."

Jonah rolled his eyes and chucked a piece of carrot at Laurie's head. "I'm not that bad."

"Uh huh." Laurie picked up the cutting board and placed it on the counter near the stove. Then he glanced sideways at Jonah. "Come here."

Despite Laurie's slight on his cooking skills, Jonah went. He linked his arms around Laurie's neck and tugged him down for a slow kiss.

"It doesn't matter if you're a bad cook, Jo," Laurie whispered against his lips. "Your kisses more than make up for it."

Jonah laughed. "I am a bad cook. But I think you should be punished for saying it aloud. No kisses for a week."

"You withhold kisses, I withhold blowjobs."

"Not fair."

Laurie smirked. "Like you could go a day without kissing me anyway."

"True," Jonah said, and pulled Laurie down for another. 

The smell of burning meat eventually broke them apart. Jonah turned off the flame under the Dutch oven and stared down at the charred contents for a moment, then looked up at Laurie. "Guess it is a good thing we always have a backup plan, huh?"




Wanting



Laurie smiled and shrugged. "Guess so."

Jonah glanced around at all of the ingredients still sitting on their counters. Looked like the recipe would have to wait for another day. They couldn't very well make beef bourguignon without the beef. He met Laurie's gaze and raised his eyebrows. "Burger King?"

Laurie hooked a finger into one of the belt loops on Jonah's jeans and tugged him closer. Jonah felt the hard length of Laurie's erection against his hip. 

"That's fine," Laurie murmured as he pressed a kiss to Jonah's throat. "But later."

Jonah moaned and tilted his head back to give Laurie more access. "Yeah. Later."

{fin}



Wanting



Amber shut her door and turned off the light, stripping off her clothes as she made her way back to the bed. Everyone in the house had gone to sleep, and she'd gotten something special in the mail that day. She slid naked beneath her covers, reaching into her nightstand and extracting the long, smooth rod. She grinned, pressing the little switch and filling the room with the sound of faint buzzing. She had waited weeks for this to arrive and had been sure to check the mail every day so her parents didn't come across it first.

Amber was eighteen, a popular high-schooler with dark blonde hair and pale skin. She was athletic and fit with large breasts and curvaceous hips. She had a boyfriend, though wouldn't let him fuck her as she claimed to be saving her virginity for marriage. 

She slid her hands under the covers, gently rubbing her clit for a few moments before lightly touching the vibrator against her delicate bud. She gave a sharp gasp, the sensations totally new and driving her crazy. She bit her lip, letting it stay there for some time before slowly inserting it into her lubricated pussy, her mouth flying open in unexpected pleasure as she tried to keep her hips from bucking wildly at the new sensations. She moaned softly as she plunged the smooth shaft into her over and over, trying to keep her moans quiet though, unbeknownst to her, someone was carefully listening.

***

On the other side of the wall, Jackson was furiously beating off to the sound of his sister's soft moans and cries, able to hear the faint vibrations of her new toy. He could hear her pleasuring herself almost every night, though he knew that she thought she was being discreet. He knew it was wrong to get off from his sister's pleasure like this, but he had always felt more than brotherly affection towards her. She was so beautiful, and he wanted her.

Jackson was twenty and on vacation from college. He had the same hair as his sister, tan skin, and a toned, athletic body. He had had a couple girlfriends, but none of them could compare with his sister.

He grunted, arching his back slightly as his cum shot over his hand and sheets, panting and continuing to listen as he heard his sister's moaning and panting rising to a peak before there was silence and then the vibrations stopped. He closed his eyes, feeling the heat of arousal still very much alive in the pit of his stomach. Clenching his jaw, he got to his feet, fixing his boxers and leaving his room, slipping into his sister's room without so much of a knock.

Amber sat up, startled by her brother's appearance. "Jackson, what are you doing here?" she hissed, not wanting to alert their sleeping parents. Jackson said nothing, but walked over to the bed and knelt over her, kissing her deeply and moving his hand between her legs. Amber couldn't even protest, any idea of telling him to go away leaving her mind as soon as his skilled fingers reached her clit. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, moving her hips with his hand, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Of course this was wrong, but she couldn't deny how she had lusted after her brother in the past, how she had noticed him eyeing her in the way that a brother should never look at his sister.

"Mm, I want you to fuck me," she murmured against his mouth, panting hard as his fingers brought her close to climax. "I've wanted you to fuck me for so long." She sat up slightly, moving her hand down between his legs and grasping his large, rigid cock, stroking it slowly and grinning devilishly. Jackson grunted, sitting back and pulling her into his lap, aligning her entrance with his cock before plunging into her wet, virgin pussy. She gave a little cry, the new sensation sending a burst of pleasure through her beautiful figure. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with intensity in the darkness of the room. She knew what to do.

She started to bounce and grind her hips into his and he revelled in her little gasps of pleasure as she felt a man's cock inside her for the first time. His hands explored her body, something he'd wanted to do for so long, and he lowered his lips to her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her nipples, heightening her arousal. She tossed her head back, her long hair sticking to her sweat-slick neck and shoulders, her cheeks flushed as her body moved faster and faster, her need growing by the second. She dug her nails into his broad, muscular shoulders, digging into the flesh until he bled. He hissed, but didn't stop her.

"Ah!" she cried sharply as her pussy throbbed around his cock, her orgasm nearing. He covered her mouth, not wanting their parents to burst in on this unholy scene. He grabbed her hips and ground them even harder into his. He watched as moonlight fell across his sister's beautiful face, her brow knit with pleasure as her mouth fell open in soundless cries of ecstasy as she was plunged into orgasm, feeling her tremble under his hands, her pussy squeezing around his cock as he felt the pressure getting too much to bear. He started to rub her clit, prolonging her orgasm as he started to spray his seed into her, his head falling to her shoulder, biting down on her collarbone as his hot seed coated her soft walls.

The siblings fell in a heap of limbs onto the bed, panting and flushed, but unable to keep their hands off one another. They explored each other throughout the night, each of them cumming again and again. In the morning, Jackson slid out of her bed and returned to his own room and at breakfast, it was as if nothing had happened. It was not until a few months later that the results of their tryst really came to light.

"I'm pregnant," Amber said after closing the door to Jackson's room. Her brother stared at her, dumbfounded. "It's yours," she added, before he could even ask. "You're the only one."

Jackson's eyes fell to his sister's stomach, which was not the flat plane it had once been, but swollen, tantalisingly so. He grinned, pulling her over by the hand and pulling her down into his lap. "Just don't tell anyone it was me," he said, putting his hand on her stomach before sliding his fingers under her skirt.



Wanting



She wanted him, god in heaven how she wanted him. She thought about them together, and her nipples grew hard. She picked up the phone to dial his number. Damn it was just the recording, "the party you are trying to reach is out of the service area at this time." She paced the floor, poured a glass of wine, tried reading the newspaper. Nothing worked, he was all she could think about. His smooth cock slipping in and out of her. His fingers circling her nipples and getting them to raise high and hard. She wiggled in her chair. This was not helping matters at all, these thoughts. Her pussy was wet, clit swollen so that it was pushing against her panties just enough to stimulate her, but to bring more longing not satisfaction.

She turned on the computer, opened her messenger service to see if he could possibly be online. Damn again, the answer was no. She thought about going to one of the erotic story sites, reading a few stories and getting herself off. Even as the page loaded onto to computer screen she knew that this wasn't a happening thing. It wasn't dirty stories she needed tonight, it was him filling her up, thrusting fast and deep into her. She tried to read the stories and there were some very good ones tonight. 

Her husband was snoring in the bedroom when she walked into the room. She got her gown from the hanger and opened the bottom dresser drawer to retrieve the dildo. She didn't much like it, but she knew that her fingers weren't going to be enough tonight. She wanted him, his cock pounding into her, his balls hitting against her ass but since he wasn't available, she was going to have to make do, or go out of her mind. 

She let the hot water fill the bathtub and added a capful of scented bubbles. Soon she stripped off her clothes and lowered her body into the tub. MMmmm the water felt so good surrounding her body. She pictured him in her mind, standing naked there in her bathroom. His hand would be stroking his cock as he watched her in the tub, he would move to the side of the bathtub and kneel down beside it. His hands would begin to touch her body.

At this thought she let her hands roam over her breasts, pinching the nipples, squeezing them, and then feeling the fullness of each breast as she held it in her hand. Her hand traveled down her stomach, moving along her skin smoothly in the hot water. Her hand rested on her mound and she began to rub. She let her mind wander again to picture him there with her.

He would finger her pussy, stroking it along the slit. Slide in one finger, pumping it up and down inside her until she began to open for him, then he would slide two more fingers inside of her, fucking her with his fingers while she bucked and jerked beneath him. His thumb would circle her clit, finding the sensitive part and rubbing it over and over again. 

Her own fingers were buried deep inside her wet pussy. Her hand moving them in and out. Her mouth slightly open and head relaxed against the bath pillow, her thumb found her clit and began to rub it. God it was huge, her pussy was so swollen, she knew that her color would be high and the lips would be a bright pink. What would he do next, she thought?

Perhaps he would soap the washcloth start to clean her. Washing her neck, shoulders, stomach, ass, legs. Then he would hold the washcloth by it's sides in his hands and run it through the slit in her pussy lips. The terry cloth stimulating her more and more. 

"Oh god yes," she sighed as she used the washcloth on herself pretending he was screwing her with it. She rubbed herself, put parts of the cloth up inside her and then slowly pulled it out running the cloth over her clit. It felt so good. She needed more though, and she could feel a tremendous orgasm building inside her. Rubbing herself, fingering her clit, even lifting her legs and putting a finger into her ass, she still couldn't cum, there was no release from the fire burning inside her. 

By now he would have gotten her out of the tub, his cock would be throbbing, jumping to get inside her. He would be huge with longing, precum dripping from the head of his cock. He would use that precum as a lubricant, rubbing his thumb over himself to spread the moisture out. 

She was out of the tub, laying on the floor, both legs raised high in the air. She put the dildo in her mouth to moisten it. Licking it like she would his cock, letting it slide in and out of her mouth. She put the cock into her pussy and turned on the vibrator. Holding the huge piece of rubber close to her clit so she could feel the vibrations the best. 

His cock would be hard, smooth flesh sliding into her. Her pussy grabbing hold of it as he penetrated her. She moaned his name as she begin to move the dildo inside of herself. 

"Fuck me darlin', do it hard, now, oh god don't make me wait. I need to fucking cum, please, oh please let me cum now." she groaned. The dildo rammed in and out of her hot pussy. Her wet juices dripping from her cunt. She could almost feel his balls hitting against her ass as he plunged into her time and time again. She closed her eyes and pictured the look on his face that he always had right before he released into her. She plunged the dildo in again, waves of orgasm overtook her. Her hot cum exploded so that it spurted out of her, she came and again and again just holding the dildo inside of her. Finally her body relaxed and collapsed completely on the floor. She slid the dildo out of herself. Resting on the floor few a few minutes until she could breath normally again. 

She got up, slipped on her gown and walked into the other room. She sat down turned on her computer and began to type. A satisfied smile crossing her lips as she hit the send button on her e-mail server. It wouldn't seem fair, she thought, since he gave her such a nice orgasm not to return the favor.



Wanting



It's been a wonderful night. The seven of us sitting around your fireplace, six college girls and you, barefoot, informal, eating great Cantonese with just the right amount of wine. Talking careers, with funny little side trips into "girl stuff." What we should and shouldn't wear to those summer intern jobs and where you got the beautiful jade bracelet. How to brush off advances from those senior guys in the firm and still have a future; the best place to buy sexy lingerie, cheap. It was really fun. I've tried to stay close to you, physically near you, without being too obvious, I don't know if you noticed.

It's about ten and you start moving us all to the door, everyone saying "thanks" and "goodnight." I feel you touch my hand and you whisper

"Why don't you stay? Go back to the living room and wait for me."

I fall back from the group and return and sit by the fire. I throw a couple of pieces of wood on it and watch the mesquite blaze up. In a moment you're back. You sit down on the other side of the hearth and curl up your legs, looking at me.

"That was fun..." I start to say. But you smile and me and continue,

"But a little exhausting!"

I look at you, really look at you. You're pretty, not gorgeous, not beautiful, but very pretty. You're smart and ambitious; only 28, in demand as a consultant and on track for a full professorship. And you're oh, so sweet. Maybe the sweetest person I have ever met. I've never heard you say anything nasty, I've never seen you less than patient with a student, I've never met anyone who's met you and doesn't like and admire you. I think I could, maybe do, love you.

"Are you tired? I can leave." I hear myself saying. You laugh.

"Don't be silly, I asked you to stay. No, I'm just ready for a little quiet, a little downtime, a little intimate conversation."

At the word intimate, my heart skips a beat and I feel myself warming a little, between my legs. You hold up the bottle of Chardonnay and tilt your head. I nod and hold my glass out. You fill mine about halfway and then your own. We both take a sip. You put your glass on the hearth.

I feel you looking at me and I look down, then back up. You're smiling.

"You know that I'm very attracted to you, don't you." You right hand reaches out and gently strokes my knee. Your flesh to my flesh. I feel goose bumps all over me; I feel 16 and I also feel very aroused.

"No" I say very simply. You smile.

"Well, I am and I think you're attracted to me, too. Aren't you?"

I feel the blush start at my breasts and move up to the top of my head. What's the matter with me, no one has made me blush since I was 12. Even that summer in Mexico when I thought I was in love. Maybe that's the difference, then I thought I was in love, now...

I stammer, not knowing what to say and you move closer to me. You hand now is gently rubbing the thigh under my skirt. I blurt out

"I think I am, but I just don't know if this is what I want or should have or..." and my thoughts and my voice trail off. I'm at a crossroads. I really don't know.

I think I love you, but I don't know if I want to touch you and have you touch me back. I can feel my nipples growing hard and lengthening. I feel myself swelling and opening...my breath becoming shorter. I can smell myself as my wetness seeps into my panties. My body seems to have made up its mind, but I, me, Sandy, I just don't know.

You sense my ambivalence, my longing, my fear. I see passion in your eyes, but I see compassion, too. You are soooo sweet...

"I understand; sometimes it's so hard to know, but maybe this will help."

You move to the left a little and rest your back against a chair, facing me. Your hand goes to your white cotton blouse and you unbutton it and then take it off. Your breasts are encased in a lacy bra, creamy and perfect against the white material. They push up and try to spill over the fabric. You take my breath away and for the longest time, I'm absolutely still and then sigh deeply. You smile and reach behind you; you shrug your shoulders and they fall loose. They're perfect like you. They stand out, pert, creamy orbs without any sag. You have pink aureoles that stand out like little breasts and long elegant nipples, almost purple. I want to take them in my mouth.

"You're perfect..." I start to say, but again you cut me off.

"Shhhhhhh. Just watch for now."

You stand up and unbutton your skirt; it drops to the floor, then you push your panties down, until they, too, fall around your ankles. Kicking them aside, you sit back down, legs slightly bent and spread wide. I'm stunned. Both by the beauty of your nakedness and the wantonness of your pose. My breasts ache. I feel my clitoris straining upward. My panties are soaked, I can feel the matted hair between my legs. I want to touch myself, to touch you, but I'm afraid to move.

"Let me show you how you make me feel. If I make you feel the same way, then..."

Your hands go to your breasts and start slowly to caress them, kneading the flesh, your fingers circling the aureoles and then pulling at your nipples, stretching them, pinching them. I hear your sighs, I see your eyes close and your head roll back. Your tongue licks your lips as your hands continue to play.

I glance down, between your legs and I see that your lips are swollen, purple looking. They have opened you completely to my gaze and I stare in fascination at that darkly pink and mysterious flesh. Your clitoris is much larger than mine; swollen and out of it's hood, it looks like an angry little finger, pointing at me. Telling me that I'm responsible for your urgent need. As that thought sinks in, I feel the fire building in me, growing higher and higher. I long to touch myself...I long to touch you...

Your right hand starts its move down, across your tummy, your pelvis. Your fingers comb through your dark pubic hair and continue down, cupping your mons. You rub yourself and you groan in pleasure, your head still back and your eyes still closed. Your throat looks so lovely, alabaster, shimmering in the fire light.

Your fingers are now playing between the lips of your pussy, penetrating you. Running up to circle your clitoris and back down, to fill the ache inside of you. Then your left hand joins the other, you rub yourself with both and then start flicking your clitoris with the index finger of your left hand. Your right hand is now almost all the way inside of you, moving in and out faster and faster. Your head is back and your breath is rapid, ragged, your moaning is now almost as continual sound. I think you're about to cum.

I suddenly realize that I'm starting to climax, without having touched myself or touched you, I feel an orgasm send spasms through my body, and for a couple of seconds, I lose track of where I am and who I am. There is only the sensation and you, pleasing yourself and pleasing me.

My orgasm passes and slowly I become aware of you, looking at me smiling at me. You right hand plays gently between your legs, your left is on your breast, your breathing also, slowly returning to normal. Finally, you look and me and say

"Still have doubts?" that little smile playing across your lips.

I stand up and walk to you; you stand to meet me. My arms enfold you and our mouths meet and open. I feel your tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and at the same time I inhale your intoxicating scent, mixed parts perfume, lust, satisfaction...temporary satisfaction.

Later, in your bed, after your tongue has explored every part of me, your hands and fingers have searched every opening in my body, bringing me, time after time, to the brink and finally allowing me to explode, I'm quiescent. My head rests on your breast, my body molding itself to yours. I wonder why I resisted for so long. This was lust, but it's more than that, it's also love, mostly love and I'm content. I hear you sigh as if to confirm my feeling and I let go and drift off to sleep, dreaming of you and me and love...



Wanting



Sitting there at the computer Cassie waits. She knows her time alone is dwindling. Smiling to herself she types out her story. Letting the words take her over. Letting her mind drift off and meet her imagination. She laughs softly and shifts restlessly in her chair. Her fingers flying as the story pours out of her. Her body picks up the urgency of her fingers and words. Moving constantly trying to find a way to ease the building need the thoughts create.

Cassie hears a light tread on the stairs leading up to her door. Her head pops up from her work and she smiles secretively. Her hands continue to fly as she tries to get those last thoughts down before she has to stop. She hears the key enter the lock and reaches up to let her hair fall free over her shoulders. Her long burgundy tinted hair hides her face. Cassie sits there eagerly waiting to hear the door open and shut quietly. She waits for the keys to be dropped on the table by the door and the sound of the closet door opening and closing. The tap of shoes comes down the hardwood floor towards her. Her body tenses in anticipation of her lover walking through the door. Her fingers slip from the keyboard and fidget with her silk robe. Smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from the sensuous material. Her hands fold and unfold in her lap nervously. The door to her office slowly opens and the sound of steps becomes muffled on her thick carpet. She swings her chair around to face her love. Her mouth parts in a soft grin as she unfolds herself from her chair slowly. She meets the softly sensuous gaze focused on her. 

"How was your day love?" she asks, "Did your students enjoy the new book you took in for them?" 

A soft throaty voice answers her back. "It was just one of those days. And yes they did enjoy the book for the most part." Cassie walks slowly over to her lover letting her hands gather her close in an embrace. Gently hugging and soothing her tired lover. She steps back and gazes into Lyra's face and then takes her hand. She leads Lyra out of the room and down the short hall to their bedroom. Her thumb gently caresses Lyra's palm as they walk. Entering the bedroom Cassie encourages Lyra to sit on the side of the bed as she kneels behind her. Her hands gently massage Lyra's shoulders and back through her clothes. Hearing sighs and feeling the tension ease somewhat from her lover. Her hands continue their slow and easy pace down her back until it becomes awkward for her to move. 

Leaning over Lyra's shoulder, Cassie speaks softly in her ear. "Undress for me baby and then come and lie down. Please?" 

A short, quick nod of the head and Lyra stands up. "Yes I will. Just give me a moment." 

Lyra walks into the bathroom and closes the door partway as she undresses. She talks about her day as she undresses. Her throaty voice telling about students and the troubles they are having and her fellow teachers. She opens the door back up and steps out covered in a jewel-toned silk wrap similar to Cassie's. She walks back over to their bed. At the side of the bed she loosens the belt on the robe and lays face down on the bed. Lyra notices the oil sitting on the nightstand and the towel near her pillow. 

She smiles over her shoulder at Cassie. "I see you have been busy dear." A soft chuckle escapes her. 

Cassie offers her a gentle smile. "Of course love. I wanted to try something different for you," laughing softly, "and on you as well." 

Cassie opens the bottle of oil and the aroma of Jasmine with a touch of vanilla spills into the air. She pours a bit into her hands and gently warms it in her palms. Lyra watches her movements and lets her hand idly stroke Cassie's knee and the top of her thigh. She can feel Cassie's skin shiver lightly under her hands touch. She eases up a bit and shrugs her robe off her shoulders, a quick yet seductive movement of her body. Lyra deliberately meets Cassie's eyes. She watches Cassie's reaction as her robe falls to the top of her lush bottom. Cassie's slowly rubs her hands together coating them with the oil. She nudges Lyra back down flat on her front. 

"Honey? You do realize that my body doesn't get that flat on the bed, right?" Lyra says with a small giggle, feeling Cassie nudge her lower with her forearm. 

"Well love I have realized there are some very lush reasons for you to not be able to lay flat for me." Cassie answers her back with gentle laughter in her voice. 

"Well yes love, since you, yourself have that exact same problem. I would hope you do understand." Lyra bursts into a deep laugh with this. 

Cassie's eyes mist at that sound. "Lyra, love, do you realize how rare that laugh of yours is baby? It's beautiful to hear you laugh." 

Lyra turns her head slightly and catches Cassie's eyes shimmering with unshed tears of worry and love for her. She smiles up at Cassie, "Well love I have a reason to laugh when I have you in my life. You make me want to laugh." 

Cassie smiles and quickly rebuts to Lyra. "Okay enough of this maudlin crap baby. I owe you a massage and my hands are eager to touch your skin." At this Lyra feels soft hands gilded with slick oil slide gently across her shoulders. Warm smooth hands soothing and pressing into tension filled muscles. Cassie's hands maneuver down Lyra's back in firm long strokes then back up to knead the stress spots. Cassie's hands dissipating one ache but creating another, different ache in their wake. 

Cassie leans down over Lyra's shoulder and talks to her as she slowly massages her back. Telling Lyra all the mundane details of her day, letting Lyra know that she was missed in the process. Gentle words to match the gentle touches of skin against slick skin. As she talks Cassie scoots back easily in order to reach more of Lyra's body. She wipes her hands off with the towel at Lyra's hip and takes Lyra's robe in her hands and slides it completely off her body. 

She feels a shiver run the length of Lyra's body and smiles to herself. Cassie leans down and places an easy kiss on Lyra's nape, letting the tiniest brush of her tongue tease the skin there. Another shiver courses through Lyra's body and her hands grab on to Cassie's knees on either side of her hips, squeezing gently. Cassie places a final kiss to Lyra's neck and scoots back and down off of over Lyra's body. Settling to the side, Cassie's re-oiled hands continue their exploration of Lyra's creamy, soft skin. Her hands trace patterns over the small of Lyra's back one way, and then turning her nails under she gently she scrapes her nails back up barely touching skin. She straightens up and lets her hands cover Lyra's back and press gently, then a bit harder. 

Stroking all the way back up her back and then down fully until she reaches the top of Lyra's lush bottom. Her hands pause and then ever so gently stroke down over Lyra's bottom to the tops of her thighs. Her fingers almost meeting between Lyra's thighs pressing just inches below the part in her lover's thighs. Another stronger shiver courses through Lyra's body, her hips moving restlessly for a moment at that caress. 

Cassie sees the there, but gone movement and leans over Lyra again. Starting at the top of Lyra's back and working down, she kisses a teasing trail down her lover to the small of her back. Lyra lets out a gentle moan as Cassie's tongue once again teases her skin. The hyper-sensitive small of her back and Cassie's tongue makes her hips buck up off the bed. Cassie's watches Lyra's body bloom with a full-body blush. 

"Love, I see that blush of yours is back again. I wonder what caused it this time?" Cassie asks laughingly. 

Lyra leans back over her shoulder, meets Cassie's eyes and slowly sticks her tongue out at her. "Brat woman, you know exactly what...NO wait WHO caused this blush this time." Lyra's laugh fills the room as her body blushes again. 

"Watch that tongue love. You know how it gets you into trouble every time you flash it at me." Cassie issues that final remark before places another gentle kiss on Lyra's lower back followed by another glide of the tongue against oil slick skin. Lyra's hips move against the bed again as another moan passes her parted lips.

"Cassie, baby. I want you love. Please." 

Cassie's head looks up as she talks, "Not just yet Lyra, love. Let me do this for you. Be patient my heart. Do this for me, please?" Cassie places another quick kiss on the small of Lyra's back and lets her hands smooth once again over oil slicked skin. Brushing the tops of Lyra's thighs with both hands slowly stroking down one thigh and then back up again. The back of Cassie's hand brushes lightly against the slightly damp curls between Lyra's thighs. Lyra lets out a full body shiver. Even that whisper soft touch sends sensations through her body. 

Cassie reaches over with one hand and pours a bit more oil onto Lyra's legs. One slow drop at a time the oil hits her skin sending a continuous shiver through her body. Her hands slowly smooth the oil into her skin releasing the soft fragrance into the room once again. Hands running slowly from the top of Lyra's thigh to her ankle then slowly rubbing back up. Cassie's thumbs pressing and releasing the aching spots and then caressing the sensitive spot on the back of her knee. Lyra lets out a low moan with each caress. Cassie's thumbs once again tenderly brush the damp heated curls at the juncture of Lyra's thighs, this time lingering a bit. Lyra's hips push back into Cassie's hands wanting more of that touch on her aroused skin. Hands brush softly once more then pull back. Lyra tries to follow her move nudging back again. Cassie's hand settles in the small of Lyra's back and gently presses down, stilling her movements. 

"Gentle love, relax into this first. It's not time just yet." Lyra glances back over her shoulder. 

"Baby I can't take much more. I want to touch you; I want to hold you...Soon, please?" 

Cassie leans up over Lyra and kisses her gently. Her tongue tasting her love's lips once more. Pulling back and meeting Lyra's eyes, Cassie speaks softly to her. 

"We are almost done my heart. Then we can hold each other forever if you want." Lyra's forehead rests gently against Cassie's for a brief moment.

"All right love I can wait for your loving arms to hold me a bit longer." Pulling back from Lyra, Cassie lets her hands run down the untouched leg. Caressing it like she did the other leg; slow, easy strokes down then back up. Pressing and caressing all the right spots. One last slow glide up Lyra's legs and Cassie leans down and places a kiss in the center of Lyra's back. Slowly she works her way up Lyra's back placing small tender kisses along her spine, only stopping when she reaches the nape of her neck. 

Cassie's hands rest against the outsides of Lyra's plumped out breasts, fingers stroking against smooth skin. Lyra starts to edge up and on one side as she does Cassie moves off to the side and lies down next to her. Their hands slowly and gently stroke down each others back as they move closer together. Their bodies touching from breast to thigh, lying there together, just watching each other for the moment. Each savoring the nearness and the emotions that have no need to be expressed. Lyra leans in and places a deep kiss on Cassie's mouth. Her tongue teasingly tastes Cassie's full bottom lip before gently sucking it between her lips to nibble. Every breath brushes their full breasts together, letting hardened nipples brush against soft skin repeatedly. Cassie's breath catches when Lyra's arm's wrap around her and pull her closer into her body, snuggling her gently. 

"Honey, don't you want me to finish your massage first?" Cassie asks Lyra as she pulls back slightly from her. Lyra's full laugh spills out into the room. 

"Cassie, baby, you do more of that massage and I can't guarantee how long I can sit here idly while your hands touch me. You make me melt baby." Smilingly Lyra continues, "I want to make love with you." 

Cassie's eyes meet Lyra's as she tells her, "I want that too honey." Arms tighten around each other as they kiss slowly once more. Tongues touching lips softly, darting out to taste and tease gently. Their bodies moving closer to one another. Cassie's thigh slips between Lyra's legs, just as Lyra's slips between Cassie's parted thighs. 

Lyra lets out a soft moan as Cassie's thigh nudges up higher into her body. Cassie's hands caress Lyra's hips and slowly tighten on them as she pulls her down and in on her thigh. Lyra gasps and lets out a moan against Cassie's mouth as her body responds to Cassie's touch. Lyra's teeth nip Cassie's full bottom lip and sucks on it teasingly. Soft moans slip from her lips once more as one of Cassie's hands travel up to her arm with feather-light teasing touches to just above Lyra's full breast. 

A breathless kiss later the back of Cassie's hand brushes down over the top of Lyra's breast and causes her to moan and shiver against Cassie's body. Lyra's head arches back pushing her torso closer to Cassie. Her breath catches as Cassie's hand palms her breast and slowly molds it to her hand. The feel of Cassie's palm rasping lightly over Lyra's hard nipple, causes her breath to speed up. 

Cassie laughs softly "Oh do you like that one baby? If you don't I can stop." 

Lyra's liquid blue eyes connect with Cassie's golden brown ones. "Don't you stop woman. I will not survive at this point. You tease." Lyra's fingers dig into Cassie's hips and pulls her as close as she can get her. She trails one of her hands down and across Cassie's belly and rims her belly button with feather-light touches. 

Now its Cassie's turn to gasp and shiver for Lyra, moaning into Lyra's mouth she kisses her hard one more time. Lyra presses her thigh higher into Cassie and rocks Cassie's hips eliciting a hard shiver and another stronger, louder gasp. Cassie nips at Lyra's jaw and slowly kisses her way down Lyra's neck. 

Fingers molding Lyra's full breast in her hand, Cassie kisses further down tasting the skin just above her hand. Her eyes look up to meet Lyra's, her body still rocking slowly on Lyra's thigh. Eyes meet as Cassie's warm breath teases Lyra's aroused nipple. Her tongue darts out to lap at the hardened nipple before slowly closing her mouth over it and sucking ever so gently. 

Lyra's body shivers at the combination of sensations against her body. Warm mouth over hard nipple and slick wetness on her thigh as Cassie moves against her, on her.

"Cassie, baby, don't stop please..." the last fades into a moan as Cassie's teeth graze over Lyra's now sensitive nipple. Tongue circling around that sensitive nipple again and again, Lyra's body arches her deeper into Cassie. 

Cassie can feel the slick wetness on her thigh from Lyra's arousal. Her free hand presses Lyra's lush bottom down onto her thigh, as she presses her thigh up higher into Lyra. Rocking her hips slightly with that hand as her mouth once again covers Lyra's hardened nipple and tastes deeply. Lyra's hips slowly match Cassie's rhythmic motion. Her eyes close and her head falls back as her breathing deepens even more. Soft moans escape her parted lips as her hips rock into Cassie's thigh pressing down more and more. Cassie's mouth moves to Lyra's other breast as her hand molds the other one still. 

The combined sensations push Lyra further up and towards her first release. Cassie lifts her mouth off of Lyra's breast and speaks softly against her mouth as she starts to kiss her.

"Let go baby. Come for me." Kissing deeply Cassie's hand guides Lyra in a deeper rhythm against her. Her fingers gently slide between Lyra's legs from behind to touch the damp matted curls between her thighs. One soft touch followed by another slightly deeper touch against slick swollen flesh causes Lyra to slip over the edge. Moaning into Cassie's mouth, Lyra lets her first orgasm rush over her. Cassie can feel Lyra's body tighten and release against her thigh and on her fingers cradled against Lyra. Cassie feels her body tighten even more at her lover's orgasm knowing this night has just begun. 

Lyra's forehead dips to Cassie's shoulder, rests there for a moment or two before looking into her eyes. Watching Cassie's eyes as Lyra's hands begin a slow exploration of Cassie's body. Her hands frame Cassie's face gently tugging her closer for a long slow kiss leaving them both breathless once again. 

Lyra's fingers caress and stroke Cassie's face and down over her jaw re-learning her lover's face. Hands' wandering over smooth skin as Lyra's mouth tastes Cassie's again and again. Cassie's hands grip Lyra's elbows to hold her closer not wanting to lose even a breath of contact between the two of them. 

Lyra moves her mouth close to Cassie's ear, whispering, "I am not leaving you love. You don't have to worry that I will, Cassie." Lyra leaves a soft kiss on Cassie's face near her ear.

Thumbs circling around Cassie's neck and the top of her chest, leaving sensitized skin in their wake. Lyra's tongue laves Cassie's ear before gently nipping it between her teeth. Cassie's body shivers as she lets out a low moan. Lyra continues tracing Cassie's ear with her tongue knowing this is one of her lover's sensitive spots. Seeing just how sensitive it can become as she teases. Her hands moving slowly lower over the top of Cassie's chest fingers curled under slightly letting her nails play delicately on skin. Leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, fingers finally brushing the tops of Cassie's full breasts lightly.

Cassie shifts restlessly against Lyra's body as her lover's warm breath sighs against her ear. Letting out a low moan Cassie turns her face towards Lyra and kisses her deeply once more. Lyra shifts against Cassie letting her thigh slide against her gently, pressing in slightly. Feeling the slick wetness coating the curls against her thigh Lyra laughs softly. 

"Do you like that love?" she asks Cassie softly. 

Cassie's heavy-lidded eyes meet Lyra's, "Oh goddess love...you know I do. I love when you touch me." 

Lyra's hand slides down to cover Cassie's full breast, her thumb teasing the nipple making it more sensitive. "You mean touch you like that dearheart?" 

Cassie's body arches deeper into Lyra's hand. Her hands resting on Lyra's lush hips gripping and releasing as the arousal running through her body takes over in a rush. Her breath catches as Lyra kisses down her neck. Spreading feather-light kisses across the smooth expanse of Cassie's chest. 

Moving lower and lower with her kisses till her breath fans the tops of Cassie's lush breasts. Lyra darts her tongue out to teasingly taste Cassie's skin. Flickering back and forth mapping the contours with her tongue as she moves down lower, placing a kiss in the valley between Cassie's breasts. Lyra's hands cup Cassie's breasts as her head dips that final inch bringing her mouth even with one nipple. Breath, sighing against Cassie's nipple, Lyra's tongue darting out to flick gently, once, twice before covering it completely. Sucking lightly as her other hand traces circles around the skin of Cassie's other breast. Lyra's teeth graze over Cassie's nipple making her entire body shiver hard. Cassie's hands knead Lyra's hips as her arousal grows. 

Her touches almost frantic against her lover's soft skin. Lyra's teeth close around Cassie's nipple and nip gently before pulling back and blowing cool air against it. Watching as the air makes Cassie's nipple tighten even more, Lyra comes back in close and flicks her tongue repeatedly against it. 

Lyra's hands move down Cassie's ribcage, her fingers moving sensuously against skin. Slowly moving down touch by touch. Lyra's mouth works across the mounds of Cassie's breast to the untouched one. Her breath warm sighing deeply in and out over Cassie's skin before dipping once more to taste and caress with her mouth. 





Wanting



Lyra's thumbs knead Cassie's hips as her lips work over an aroused nipple, driving her arousal even higher. Lyra can feel Cassie's slick wetness on her thigh, more pronounced then it was just moments before. Lyra's hands move slowly towards Cassie's belly button and rest there for a moment. Her eyes meet Cassie's for one long deep look. Cassie's head falls back as Lyra slowly moves lower down her body. Her hands hovering just inches above Cassie's damp mound, as her mouth kisses a trail lower. 

Rimming Cassie's belly button with her tongue, nipping the edge with her teeth making Cassie's body arch. Another nip causes her to let out a long slow moan. Lyra's just barely touches Cassie's damp curls with her thumbs. Cassie's moan turns into a soft scream of pleasure as her arch causes Lyra's thumbs to slide down further to brush her clit softly. That soft touch turns into a deeper one. Lyra's thumb circles Cassie's clit, pressing down just a bit. Cassie's hips arch into Lyra's touch as her hands grip the sheets on either side of her hips. Lyra's fingers trace down Cassie's swollen moist lips, sliding down and slowly back up to brush her clit once again. Cassie's breath catches as her arch helps Lyra's fingers tease her even more. A fingertip slides just inside Cassie's welcoming entrance then just as quickly back out. A here but gone touch, one that she isn't even sure actually happened until Lyra deliberately slides her finger in deeper this time.

"Ohhhhh, love you are killing me slowly." Cassie says breathlessly. 

Lyra's mouth hovers over Cassie's mound as she lets out a deep chuckle, "That's the point love. I'm slowly tormenting you with desire and love." Her chuckle sends a puff of air over Cassie's mound causing goose bumps to rise over her body and a gasp to come out of her mouth.

Lyra leans in closer to Cassie, letting her lips barely touch her damp mound. Her bottom lip grazes Cassie repeatedly. The skin of her lips creating a gentle tug against Cassie's mound. Lyra finally lets her lips press gently into that soft, damp skin. Lingering, Lyra's lips part and her tongue slides out to taste a small line of skin down to just above Cassie's softly parted lower lips. Pulling back just enough that her tongue lifts away; she blows a cool breath against that damp, heated skin. 

Cassie's hands tangle gently in Lyra's long, beautiful red hair. Cassie's fingers graze Lyra's temples and tug gently trying to get Lyra to meet her gaze. "Lyra, love, you're sure? Is this what you really want?" Cassie's eyes intently watch Lyra's face for signs of apprehension. 

Lyra's fingers reach up to tangle with Cassie's fingers. "Awww, baby. You know, love, that I don't do anything that I don't desire to do." Lyra smiles softly, "Cassie, love, I want to do this with you....for you baby." 

Cassie gives Lyra a shy smile, "I just want you to be sure love...that's all." 

Lyra's eyes light as she meets Cassie's gaze "Hey baby, no worries...remember this is for us...always." Lyra's lips place a kiss at the top of Cassie's mound and slowly slide down till her lips just touch Cassie's clit. 

Cassie arches up into Lyra's parted lips, bringing them into full contact. Lyra's lips gently close down over Cassie's swollen clit. Her tongue traces around till she hears Cassie let out a low deep moan. 

Lyra lets out a soft moan as her tongue dances against Cassie. The soft vibrations against that sensitive skin is enough to make Cassie let out a long low moan and arch up deeper into Lyra's beautiful mouth. That arch causes Lyra's tongue to slide low enough to slip gently and softly inside Cassie's entrance. Lyra feels Cassie's slick heated walls contract hard against her tongue and smiles against her lover's body. 

"Lyyyyra..." Cassie softly moans her love's name as her hands tangle in her russet colored hair. "Oh love you are trying to shatter me aren't you?" 

Lyra lets out a husky giggle as her tongue dances inside of Cassie's aroused body. She relishes every husky moan and sigh out of Cassie's mouth. Intimately knowing that they are all for her, because of her and what she is doing to her lover's lush body. Lyra's fingers gripping the tops of Cassie's thighs slowly slide to the top of Cassie's mons stroking gently. Fingers gently and teasingly stroking already aroused skin sending Cassie higher and higher. Lyra's tongue slides fully inside Cassie as her fingers gently slide between her swollen lower lips and caress her clit. 

The combined sensations are almost an overload for Cassie. Lyra knows just a bit more will send her love flying over the edge. She draws back a bit and watches Cassie. The deep flush of arousal makes her lover sexier then ever in her eyes. Lyra relishes that power and the bond between them for a long moment knowing that she holds her lover in her hands as well as deep in her heart. 

Smiling lightly against Cassie, Lyra darts her tongue out to slide deeply inside her as her fingers circle Cassie's swollen clit again. Cassie's body is a whirl of movement. Her hips arch up to meet her beloved's sweet tongue and fingers. As her body starts to slide over the edge of arousal and into orgasm, she entangles one hand with one of Lyra's. She wants the extra bond of that touch between them as Lyra's tongue works magic on her body. One more dive of Lyra's tongue inside Cassie sends her completely over the edge into one of the deepest, strongest orgasms of her life. Her body contracts around Lyra's tongue as her breath sighs her lover's name. 

"Lyra.........ohhhhhhh love....yessss." Cassie's body arches a final time and then slowly stills against Lyra's. Breathing hard with her heart beating fast Cassie gently tugs Lyra up from between her thighs and into her arms. Leaning in to kiss her deeply, she tastes both her lover's sweet lips and herself on her lover's lips. 

Fingers tangled together as their bodies wrap around each other they kiss till both are breathless once more. Bodies still on fire with eyes blazing and hearts full of love they nestle together for the moment to catch their breath. 

Cassie gently laughs against Lyra's well kissed, re-swollen lips before kissing her breathless once more. "Ahhhh love you are beyond beautiful to me. Do you know that?" Cassie states even though she knows her lover's answer. 

Lyra's eyes twinkle as her mouth turns up in that sexy half grin that Cassie fell in love with. "I'm just me baby girl. No more...no less." Laughter from both Cassie and Lyra blending together as the heat in their bodies simmers just under the surface waiting for that next touch or taste to set them off. 

"Hmmmm love. Something tells me this night isn't over just yet. I want to finish tasting that beautiful body of yours." Lyra's eyes go wide as she really realizes that this night will continue for a while longer. Slowly the lovers' doze off, their bodies' one continuous line of contact, neither knowing where one stops and the other begins. 

Cassie, wakening slightly, rolls on to her back and reaches over to pull Lyra into her body. Her hand encounters an empty space in the bed next to her where her lover should by lying. She jolts awake suddenly, tears in her eyes, immediately knowing that Lyra isn't there. Silent sobs wrack her body, as she curls around the pillow in Lyra's spot. The realization that it was all just a sweet, heart-wrenching dream makes her wish that it hadn't ended. She quietly whispers to the empty room "Te amo mi corazon querida. Wherever you might be. I miss you." Her eyes close as her heart breaks, her mind and body giving up the fight and sending her into a restless, dreamless sleep. 



Wanting and Needing



Wanting and needing.

Two very different words, two very different meanings. All we need in this life is food and water and shelter. 

What we would like probably includes money and love and happiness and a huge flat screen television.

I lived without the flat screen television and the happiness and the love.

Then you came into my life.

And who needs a flat screen television?

I remember shopping with you, and we walked out of the shop into the baking heat of a summer day in Los Angeles. We sat down on a hard wooden bench to eat a cheap ice cream. We were by a huge parking lot, cars were rumbling past us, belching out fumes, the sun was beating down and all I was aware of was you, stroking the back of my head. 

I could have sat in that parking lot for the rest of my life.

People walked past us and smiled, smiled at two mature people just sitting in the sun and being totally unaware of anything but themselves. I spent a lifetime being a soldier, being aware of everything around me, and even worse, I spent a lifetime not trusting the world or anyone in it, and then you came along. You showed me the good side of life, you showed me its alright to love and to be loved, and now my whole world has colour and laughter and rainbows.

People talk about love at first sight, I think it's not love, its recognition. You look into someone's eyes and you see a reflection, you see you own wants and needs and hopes and fears and you realise that person has the same ones. That person wants what you want, loves what you love, and needs what you need....and you become as one.

I look at you when you are asleep, when you come out of the shower, when you are done up like a fashion plate, when you are all hot and sweaty......and I see nothing but your beauty. 

I look at you with the eyes of a lover, these eyes will never see you tired or worn out, they will simply see you, my woman, my lover, and my angel.

I will never tire of looking at you.

I will love you forever, I can't promise I will make you smile every day, I can't promise to give you platinum credit cards, what I can promise you is that you will be the most loved woman on the planet. 

We both suffered in the past, but we have helped each other walk and talk and dream and hope and now,well now the future is almost close enough to touch, now all the good things are going to come to us, we are going to be a couple that people will talk about like Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleopatra, but ours wont be a doomed love but a live and kicking love, full of passion and rawness and lust and laughter.

Our future starts right here and right now.

At least I thought it did.

How many ways can a man say I love you?

How many ways can a woman say I don't?

I love the way I live, full on, if you feel love you should show love, give love,feel love and feel the joy in it twenty four hours a day. You should wake up in love and fall asleep in love. 

But it seems that's the wrong kind of love, you wanted a friendly love, a non committed love a love where you could run for the exit door. You said you were damaged, well you were damaged, I wont argue with that, but when you get damaged you then have the choice, get up and walk tall, or stay on the ground and let him beat you again. Only this time he isn't beating just you, he is beating me and he is beating us. He is beating you and stopping you from loving and laughing living and he doesn't even know it.

I cried and I wept and I begged you to trust in me, to trust in yourself, to give it a shot,to be who I know we could be but you wouldn't.

I wrote the story of the castle and the bird and you said that you were the bird and I was the castle, tied to the ground, scared of life, frightened to love, well know we have moved around, I am here, wanting to love, able to love, willing to love, but you are behind bars, the door is locked between us, and the saddest thing is, you have the key. You have locked me out and you have locked yourself in, you have swapped a shelter for a prison cell.

Hour after hour I spoke and pleaded and wept, but you just ducked and dived and just kept saying no.

Well, I can only beg for so long, I can only plead to someone who is willing to listen to my pleas, you chose to end us, to call it a day and I am so so sad.

Sad for me, I thought I knew you, I thought you would be my light in this world, my guide and my soul partner.

Sad for us, hell we could have shook this old world, we could have spent an eternity being in love.

Sad for you, you are going to close out the world and be alone forever and yet pretend you are this wonderful free spirit.

What free spirit cant love?



Wanting & Waiting



I connect to the chat software with mounting anticipation. A small part of me is worried - almost fearful - in a tattered remnant of my strictly ethical upbringing that refuses to die, but which I'm learned to control enough as to not cause me sleepless nights any longer. But then, suddenly, the screen name I've been waiting for springs to eager electronic life and all my doubts are swept easily aside. A slight shiver of erotic excitement travels down my spine and succeeds in awakening the most intimate regions of my body.

For an instant I think of my husband sleeping just above my head. Safe, steady, loving and totally trusting in me. The thought almost makes me ashamed. Almost, but not quite. What's awaiting me is to strong an urge to resist. To powerful a drug to ignore.

Then the first message arrives and with it the banishment of all guilt and recrimination...for tonight at least.

Wanting: 02:02 hey

Waiting: 02:02 hey! hiya babe :)

Wanting: 02:03 how have you been since our last chat

Waiting: 02 02:03 been just fine. I really REALLY enjoyed it - how have you been keeping?

Wanting: 02:04 good and what parts did you enjoy

Waiting: 02:04 oh, just about all of it babe. it gave me great satisfaction to say the least

Wanting: 02 02:05 and a good orgasm?

Waiting: 02 02:05 oh...a real good one. the BEST I've ever experienced.

Wanting: 02 02:07 COOL! what r you wearing now

Waiting: 02 02:07 dressing gown and panties. you?

Wanting: 02 02:08 tee shirt and skirt - nothing under neith 

Waiting: 02 02:08 mmmmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:08 open you dressing gown and stroke your breasts

Waiting: 02 02:09 mmm...feels good

Wanting: 02 02:09 stroke around your nipples but don't touch

Waiting: 02 02:09 yes...hot

Wanting: 02 02:09 making breasts firm

Waiting: 02 02:09 yesss

Wanting: 02 02:09 under breasts to tummy

Waiting: 02 02:10 tickles

Wanting: 02 02:10 along your panty line and to your sweet ass.

Waiting: 02 02:10 mmmmmmm...like my ass being stimulated

Wanting: 02 02:11 this is how i would do it if i was there with you

Waiting: 02 02:11 god! I wish you were hon

Wanting: 02 02:11 me too. now, tickle your ass crack

Waiting: 02 02:11 oh yesss

Wanting: 02 02:11 down to that little hole - just touch it

Waiting: 02 02:12 mmmmmm...it's nice and tight

Wanting: 02 02:12 mmmmm...I remember

Waiting: 02 02:12 :)

Wanting: 02 02:12 now stroke back up to breasts slow

Waiting: 02 02:13 mmmmmm...fluttering touches

Wanting: 02 02:13 wet fingers in mouth and rub nipples

Waiting: 02 02:13 ohhhh...that feels so good

Wanting: 02 02:13 rubbing slow and then faster

Waiting: 02 02:13 yess

Wanting: 02 02:14 making them firm

Waiting: 02 02:14 mmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:14 so firm for me to suck

Waiting: 02 02:14 ohh yess baby...suck them for me

Wanting: 02 02:14 to bite on them

Waiting: 02 02:14 yeah!

Wanting: 02 02:15 there're so erect - ohhhhhh...you're so wet

Waiting: 02 02:15 all for you baby - you always make me wet and horny

Wanting: 02 02:15 panties starting to get wet?

Waiting: 02 02:15 yess...a nice little damp spot getting bigger all the time

Wanting: 02 02:16 mmmm....good

Waiting: 02 02:16 you wet too, baby?

Wanting: 02 02:16 you always make me wet - let's rub that wet spot slowly up down up down - up...down

Waiting: 02 02:16 uuuuuuummmm

Wanting: 02 02:16 feels so good

Waiting: 02 02:17 doing it slowly

Wanting: 02 02:17 so gentle

Waiting: 02 02:17 so very, very good

Wanting: 02 02:17 making it so sensitive

Waiting: 02 02:17 like a butterfly…mmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:17 yes..goood

Waiting: 02 02:17 oh babe

Wanting: 02 02:18 making that spot wetter?

Waiting: 02 02:18 very much so

Wanting: 02 02:19 squeeze a nipple while you stroke the wet spot till I tell you to stop

Waiting: 02 02:19 k

Wanting: 02 02:19 same time do both - now stroke back of your neck and then your chest

Waiting: 02 02:20 kkkkkkkkkkk

Wanting: 02 02:21 down and put hand in panties and stroke pussy just the lips no finger inside yet

Waiting: 02 02:21 aaahhh

Wanting: 02 02:23 good? feels so good?

Waiting: 02 02:23 yess sooo good

Wanting: 02 02:24 stroke your clit grab it and squeeze it

Waiting: 02 02:24 GGGOD!

Wanting: 02 02:24 between two fingers

Waiting: 02 02:25 oooohhhhh

Wanting: 02 02:25 rubb between fingrs -rubbing – YESSS rubbing

Waiting: 02 02:25 ummmmmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:25 stroking…stroking

Waiting: 02 02:25 aaahhhhhhhhhh fuccccckkkkkkkk

Wanting: 02 02:26 back to squeeze…squeeze - rub as you squeeze

Waiting: 02 02:26 shhhhhitttttt...soooo goodd

Wanting: 02 02:26 feels so good?

Waiting: 02 02:27 oooohhhh babbbbyy fuck mee

Wanting: 02 02:27 yes keep it going

Waiting: 02 02:27 uhhhh

Wanting: 02 02:27 slip a finger inside - work it slow - not too fast

Waiting: 02 02:27 mmmmmmmm...so wet

Wanting: 02 02:28 in out in out in out in out in out in out in out

Wanting: 02 02:28 working - yessssssssssssssssssssssss

Waiting: 02 02:28 mmmmmmmmmm…going deeper - deeper

Waiting: 02 02:28 fuckkkk...babyyyyy

Wanting: 02 02:29 do you still have panties on?

Waiting: 02 02:29 yess

Wanting: 02 02:29 take them off and slowly insert them in your pussy

Waiting: 02:30 soo horny

Wanting: 02 02:30 i want them so wet

Waiting: 02 02:31 mmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:31 now stroke clit

Waiting: 02:31 feels sooo fucking good

Wanting: 02 02:31 feels so good - squeeze clit in fingers – it's so sensitve

Waiting: 02 02:32 christ yesssss

Wanting: 02 02:32 slip a finger in pussy - rub it back on clit

Waiting: 02 02:33 slid in soo easily…umm

Wanting: 02 02:33 want you to mail these panties to me so i can smell your cum

Waiting: 02:33 fuck yesss

Wanting: 02:33 all the way to down here to the college – to my dorm – with a stained crouch… cum in it

Waiting: 02 02:35 mmmmmm...oh yeah… you rubbing them across your lovely young 18 year old open wet pussy… mmmmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:35 slip a finger in you ass slowly very very slowly

Waiting: 02 02:35 shit I love my ass being fucked -taking it in

Wanting: 02 02:35 pulling tight - slowly pushing in all the way

Waiting: 02 02:35 UMMMMMMMMMM...FUCKING WONDERFUL!

Wanting: 02 02:36 working in and out - keep going don't stop

Waiting: 02 02:36 oh baby...fuck my ass my honey

Wanting: 02 02:36 in deeper…deeper…goddddd

Waiting: 02 02:36 fuck my ready asshole sweet - FUCK IT HARD!!!

Wanting: 02:37 fucking – pushing – deep - fucking hard - finger in deep

Waiting: 02:37 YESSSSSSSSSSSS....HARD BABY GIVE IT TO ME HARD

Wanting: 02 02:37 so wet…hard and fast

Waiting: 02:37 MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Wanting: 02 02:38 push baby…push

Waiting: 02 02:38 pushing back...frocing you deeper into me

Wanting: 02 02:38 my tongue is in

Waiting: 02 02:38 OGGGGGGGGG FIUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Wanting: 02:38 keep going - push back - you want to cum

Waiting: 02:39 YES...MORE...NEED IT BAD

Wanting: 02:39 let it flow

Waiting: 02:39 OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Wanting: 02:39 cum. I need you to come

Waiting: 02:39 TRICKLING OUT OF MY CUNT

Wanting: 02:40 cum

Waiting: 02:40 mmmmmmmm...

Wanting: 02:40 yeah! – cum now

Waiting: 02:40 UGGHHHHHHHHHHHH...CUMMMINGGGGGGGG

Wanting: 02:40 yesssssss

Waiting: 02:40 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

Wanting: 02:40 fuckkkkkkkkkkkk

Waiting: 02:40 OH BABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Wanting: 02:40 fuckingggg

Waiting: 02:41 FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKMEEEEEEEEEEEE

Wanting: 02:41 let go

Waiting: 02:41 FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Wanting: 02:41 all flowing…

Wanting: 02:41 fucking harddddddddddd

Waiting: 02:41 HAVING THE FUCK OF MY LIFE

Wanting: 02:41 so wet

Waiting: 02:41 OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGODDDDDDDDD Wanting: 02:41 so naughty

Waiting: 02:42 SUCH A SLUT

Wanting: 02:42 a horny slut

Waiting: 02:42 A HORNY CUM SLUT

Wanting: 02:42 i want your panties – your lovely soiled panties

Waiting: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Wanting: 02:43 the pair inside you now? - pull them out slowly

Waiting: 02:43 MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…WANT IT All the time

Wanting: 02:43 they r so wet

Waiting: 02:44 FUCKING SOAKED

Wanting: 02:45 mail them to me. SOON!

Wanting: 02:45 i want to wear them

Waiting: 02:45 will dooo

Wanting: 02:45 and smell you in them

Waiting: 02:45 I want you to stuff them in your own wet cunt

Wanting: 02:46 and rub them on my pussy when we're together

Waiting: 02:46 yesssssssssssssssss

Wanting: 02:46 careful not to put your address on the package – need to protect our privacy – when they arrive I will put them inside me - think of you as i do it

Waiting: 02:47 mmmmmmmm..wish we were together again now

Wanting: 02:47 me too - was your orgasm better than with him?

Waiting: 02:47 OH FUCK YESSS

Wanting: 02:48 cool! – shit, look at the time – gotta sleep. – same time tomorrow?

Waiting: 02:48 no...not tomorrow hon – Daddy and I have Uncle Ned's party to attend.

Wanting: 02:49 DAMN! – that's too bad – look really have to go…bye Mom – LOVE YA!

Waiting: 02:49 Bye baby…love you too...

As I reluctantly shut down the computer and savor the warm, wet sensation between my legs, once again, for an instant I think of my husband sleeping just above my head. Safe, steady… Loving and totally trusting in me. The thought almost makes me ashamed… Almost, but not quite.



Wanting Daddy



She stood in the hallway listening to her dad and step mom fucking. The moans, and groans were loud deep and harsh at times. She heard her dad begging his wife to suck his cock, and her refusal. When her dad asked his wife to let him fuck her ass, she also told him no, that she did not think that was good. Then she heard her dad rise his voice, telling his wife that he was getting tried of her telling him no when he wanted to do things, but when she asked he gave her what she wanted. Then the door flew open and it hit her as she was walking by.

"Oh Honey I am so sorry, are you okay?" she gasped, bending to help her to her feet.

"Yes, I guess so. What happen?" she asked.

He help her into her room, at the same time they both heard the front door slam shut. He told her that he and her step mom were having problems in the bedroom. He wanted some things she did not want to do.

"I am so sorry daddy, Is there anything I can do to help you?" she said.

He laugh knowing that she did not mean that really, but he would loved to have believe her that she did. 

"No dear unless you have any ideas on how to change her mind." he said, as he closed her door behind him.

Two days later she pulled into the drive way late after working at the Mall. She saw that her dad's car was park in the garage. She did not see her step mom's car any where. She let herself in though the garage into the kitchen. She heard moans, and groans coming from the living room. Walking over tot he door way she saw that her dad on the couch, and he was watching a porn video. She did not hear sounds coming from the TV, but from her dad. His back was to her so he did not see her walking closer. Looking over the couch she saw that her dad wasn't wearing anything, and his hand was stroking his hard cock.

She could not take her eyes off it. His cock was really huge looking, bigger than any cock she seen before. On the TV screen she saw an older man on a bed with a younger girl climbing on top of the bed. As the girl put the mans cock in her mouth she heard her daddy groan.

"Oh yes!, suck my cock. Ohhhhh baby!, Daddy loves how you suck him!!. Oh god baby take it deeper!!!!." he groaned.

She walked around the couch and kneeled between his legs. With her hands, she slowly moved up and down his thighs. 

"All you had to do was ask me daddy I would have gladly do this for you." she said softly.

She lowered her head and licked the head of his cock, moaning as she did it. He could not believe his baby girl was down there between his legs and licking his cock, but he could not stop the roar of feelings running though out his body as her mouth made contact.

"OH GOD FAITH!, ARE YOU SURE HONEY? OH FUCK YESSSSSS!!, SUCK DADDY'S COCK!!!!. OH FUCK!!!!" he groaned deeply.

She took his cock down deep, and her fingers played with his balls. Suddenly someone knock on the door. She reached over and tossed him his robe and told him not to move she would get rid of whoever it was, and be right back to take care of him. She opened the door and saw Mr. Lex from next door asking to see her daddy. Knowing that he could not see into the living room she told him that her dad was not feeling good, and was laying down. She promised to give him the message when he wwoke up. Closing the door, and locking it. 

She stood in front of her daddy, and slowly took off her clothes. Then she walked over and straddle his lap, easing her pussy down onto his throbbing cock. It took a while to get all of him inside her. Now he was fully buried in her pussy she lean in and kissed him on the lips.

"Oh God daddy your so fucking BIG, and soooooo thick. I love it, I want it a lot more than just tonight." she groaned in his ear.

"Oh fuck baby, daddy's cock feels so fucking good right now. Your fucking tight baby. I cannot believe you can take all 10 inches of my cock inside you." he said harshly.

Holding her hips he thrusts upwards, meeting each of her downwards strokes. She grinded, and twisted her pussy hard on his cock. He moved his hands up to cup her titties, squeezing them together, and running his tongue over both nipples. Making them hard, and sending hot tingling jolts of heat stright to her pussy.

"OH BABY, DADDY'S GOING TO CUM, AAAAAGGGHH!!!!, OH FUCKING GOD BABY HERE IT COMES. OOOOOOO!!!!!, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" he grunted, pulling her close, and thrusting even deeper.

Suddenly they both heard a car door closing. She grabbed her clothes and stuff and ran to her room. He pulled on his robe and went back to watching his porn. He did not care what his wife would say about watching porn. And she did when she came in and saw him.

"For Christ sake Charles, take it upstairs to the bedroom." she said.

"Fuck no, I am not going in that room again until you get your head on striahgt. We did all kind of stuff before we got married, but now its not to your liking." he said. 

She walked off in a big huff, and door slamming a few minutes later she was in thier bedroom. Then he heard the door open again, and she was coming downstairs with a suit case. She told him she was going to spend the night in town at a Hotel. He heard her car drive away. He got up and started for the stairs when someone knock on the door. He open the door, and told the man to come in.

Mr. Lex walked in and handed him some pictures he had asked him to take. Smiling as he watched the mans face.

"Guess I should also tell you that I was looking though the window earlier, and saw that your daughter was riding your cock very well. So good in fact, I got so turned on I had to take some pictures of the two of you." he said handing them to him.

"Go and lock the front door Mark, then come upstairs with me. We are going to have a talk with my daughter, good you have your camera." he said. 

He knock on her bedroom door, and she open it wearing just her robe.

"Hi baby, I would like for you to come to my bedroom please." he said softly, kissing her quickly.

He was laying on the bed when she came in. He smiled and told her to close and lock the door. As she turned she saw Mr. Lex standing by the bed with his camera. Her dad told her to come over and lay down and open her legs wide so Mark could take pictures of her sexy pussy. She did, and he took more pictures of her and her daddy doing all kind of stuff. She looked over at Mark and saw that he had an enormous bugle in his pants. She crawled up her daddy's body and lean in and whisper in his ear.

"Oh Daddy, Have him take his clothes off and join us, I want both of you." she whispered.

He smiled and told Mark to get undressed and join them. 



Wanting Danny Forever



Isn't it grand when you have found someone in your life that really does make all the difference to one's outlook and everything.

I am thinking I was so down before I met Danny. I knew I was homosexually inclined from the time of my adolescence when realised, when most of my mates were looking at girls, I was looking at other guys. But unlike them I could not express my feelings because the others were straight.

So I spent months searching for the opportunity to find someone who was really compatible to my leaning, and someone who I could perhaps spent the rest of my life with.

I really wanted that. and learned the hard way being so keen to find someone. And several times I ended up with a dirty one night stand or even shorter discovering that the guys I thought were genuine, who wanted something more than just a quick poke, were a rare commodity. But I was determined to be selective and it was the purchase of a new laptop that did it for me.

Several guys I spoke too though were of the same category as those I had met in public toilets and the like (how did I ever do that! I could never now) and remember an embarrassing time when a toilet attendant caught us at it. The other guy, I didn't even know his name, scampered and left me having to face the threat by the attendant who said he would call the police, unless...

"Unless?" I asked.

"Unless you come with me to my car, I have finished my shift now."

I was in a catch 22 but I wanted to retain my respectability and if it got out I had been toilet bashing I'd probably have lost my job and everything.

Still sore from the vile experience I had with this guy in the toilet cubicle I suffered the hammering of the caretaker in the rear seat - who made sure he got his gratification by pumping his seven and a half inches deep into me and afterwards telling me to behave and I wouldn't get into trouble.

"That guy you were with has had several young guys in here so you don't want to see him again else you may well get the crabs."

But that did the trick for me and I vowed never to meet guys like that again. I spent time getting to talk and communicate with probable's over the net by way of Skype and by mobile phone.

I soon found out though that many sad and lonely guys talk just for the sake of it, having no intention of keeping a date when arrange.

I guess you get to know the good ones who want to talk about other things than dirty. Those who don't just want to share a wank with you via skype and just want to see yours while they show you theirs. So sad.

I made dates with about three probable's with the understanding we would just get to know each other personally and nothing more, until we both felt we wanted to go further.

But when dates weren't kept I started to grow despondent and feared that I would once again end up on the one night stands to gratify the urge I had, in having been disappointed so many times. When all those dreams and fantasies about how it might be with the guy I was going to meet the next day, never came to fruition.

So when Danny, with whom I had been chatting online, asked me for a date it was different, because he was asking me and not the other way around.

It was fine because he wanted for us to have a meal and maybe a drink whilst we got we got acquainted and then maybe, we could go to his place. And the first time I saw him I felt he was the one, He was a nice guy and I could see that he was looking for a serious relationship. But he made it apparent that he was an animal when it came to sex, "so watch out!"

And it is the light hearted way he said that, he had a since of humour too which was important and we shared most of the things that had happened in our lives.

"How old are you Alex?" he asked looking deep into my eyes which made me shudder with delight, there was just something about them.

I said I was twenty one.

"This is my lucky day, Alex, I am ten years older then you, is that alright?" he enquired and I said it was fine, that I always older guys.

"More experienced? He said with a mischievous smile which Liked very much.

"You've got it!" I replied. I fancied him to high hell and wanted his fuck. He looked at me knowingly and we departed for his place where he soon showed me a thing or two and I was completely besotted by his touch.

"Do you always wear tight jeans Alex?" he asked 

"Most times, I feel comfortable in them."

"You look comfortable and very, very inviting, They suit you well and really show your ass off big time."

Next I knew he was stroking me; " Just bend a little so I can get a good view" he said and I did. I felt good with Danny, his presence made me feel comfortable and somehow, to feel and enjoy his exploration of my nether region was a delight.

"Feels good Alex, you want to down these so we can have some fun?"

I didn't reply, he knew my reply by my action, when I undid my belt provocatively and unzipped and there I was standing before him. He sat on the settee prompted my legs apart enough for his to get a good bunching of me through my boxer shorts

It felt so good, and it was done with so much ease, he certainly knew how to .arouse me and before long I had a real wheeler dealer standing to attention before me.

" A real beauty" he said, his face flushing. "Look a it move in my hand, off with your boxers so I can really do the business, Alex?"

It was so wonderful.

"I adore young cock and ass hole too, so I hope that's alright?"

I twisted around to give him the full works and he was soon opening me and sniffing between, deep massaging me as he pressed his tongue into my hole with such verbosity, and it was something so special 

I had never had that done to me before, all the guys I'd been with before just wanted to fuck me and no more, but Danny, he was quality, I started to realise that, as he concentrated on me, enjoying me at every angle, saying how he wanted me to move, this way and that as he really had his fill of me, the sniffing, the licking and the wonderful slow massage of cock and balls.

Then he asked if I am into oral, It had never happened before, but somehow looking down at his bundle I found it to be tempting, and something I may have thought repugnant with other guys ,so never indulged, with Danny it was like meat to a hungry lion, and showing me it for the first time, he frigged it for me to give it his best stance, he said and asked if I would like to suck it. It looked pink and I reckoned it was nearly eight inches, and it had an endearing red bulge at the end which gave me a tongue licking idea,

I immediately went down to it. All this was so new, It smelt good, it looked huge but something that would fit into my mouth with a bit of stretching, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and sucked it in, and there I was, soon to be fully fledged cock sucker. We enjoyed it so very much, that he did it simultaneously after we'd found a beautiful head- to- foot position, stretched out on his bed, both of us naked by that time, thoroughly explored and licked all over, for that is what Danny adored and now we both had a glorious mouthful of pure unadulterated throbbing cock which felt so good, the texture and the taste so lovely, and this I knew would soon be up my ass and giving me the most wonderful fuck, much better than any of those guys before, because this guy meant business.

When we'd both had our feed of each other, when I had the first experience of having a hot shaft of cock spurting hot spunk into my mouth, and onto my face; I knew I was initiated, and looking down I felt my cock spurt, the feeling of his never-ending sucking, even after I'd come, was something I can never out into words, but it was magic,.

Now Alex I want your fuck" he demanded and I liked that. He slapped my ass firmly, and told me to bend over on all fours on the thick pile red carpet.

He slapped me some more, it hurt but oddly made me more frivolous - he said he was into spanking and I knew what that meant! But I was so daunted by this new guy in my life I would do anything!

And he was like an animal, spurred on by our energetic foreplay. I could still taste him in my throat as he began to suck my ass again, fingering too, rimming me and stretching me, my ass cheeks stretched wide apart which he asked me to do.

He sniffed me up, panting like a demented animal and I was so enthralled. I just wanted to be all ass for him, he could do anything he liked. I longed for the feel of that fresh sucked and fucked cock deep up my asshole and showing me what a real man fuck is like, not a dirty quickie in the toilet or a quick wank, this was for real and I was just about to feel a real cock inside me, beautiful and wanting, and I was there for the taking, of good stiff throbbing Danny cock bulging my hole open and punching inside, he grasped my hips and told me to help him get it up me, he showed me how to move and how to sway to help its passage.

It felt good going up me, just a little pain but not much, Denny was big boy sure enough. I moved my ass and yelled for his fuck.

"Right I'll give you that and no messing!" he yelled and he did.. "I'm going to fuck, fuck the ass off you" and he was grunting all the time saying how good I felt inside, slapping me firmly as he repeated a deep plunge into me, sometimes taking his cock right out and inserting it again to prize the hole open even more, He fucked me hard and thorough.

It was going to be the beginning of a wonderful relationship and when he came, I felt the spurt of his hot spunk squelching inside me as he fucked.

It was out of this word and I want my Danny forever. 



Wanting Elvis



There were a few gray clouds left while the sunset started turning into a blue and then black sky. It is dark now with a few sprinkles of rain here and there and the birds that were singing during sunset are now completely silent. I think about what to wear to dinner tonight. I want something sexy and cute for my crush in a few hours. I pick out a black dress with an open back, covered only by a lace floral design, that is slightly short. And I put my hair up in a high pony tail so my pearl and diamond earrings and hello kitty rhinestone necklace will show. I throw on some deep dark red high heels along with a heart charm anklet and my red envelope clutch and my outfit is now complete. 

The popular steak and lobster restaurant is filled with guests. There are tables covered with white cloth and their matching napkins, and even though the dining guests have their nice outfits on and murmur with their flirtatious laughs, I hate the crowd. It's just the fact that they are people and I want to be alone with my crush that probably made me feel this way. But this time it is worth it because the companionship I will have is the best company in a while. My crush's name is Elvis and he told me he will be bringing his friends who also work with him in a pop music radio station's talk show.

I sit down to our table where about six of his co-workers are sitting with their sexy dresses and the guys with nice shirts and ties. They look very civilized despite the fact that they have their rowdy humor on the show. Greg T tells me, "Elvis is not here yet. He's usually late." I sit and listen to them joke around and talk about what they are going to do for the show starting 6am Monday morning. There is talk about the celebrity news and then how it would be interesting to do a special video of Beth's dating life. "Wouldn't it be great to have our audience watch Beth bomb a date?" says Froggy. "Oh, here comes Elvis!"

Elvis was wearing a black dress shirt and grey long pants and some black and white cowboy boots that didn't match his outfit completely well but it was tolerable. He is a unique fellow who dressed like a fairy for Halloween. I saw his photo online and I think it was a fairy but it also looked like a sumo wrestler's outfit. But his outfit had a painted on tutu dress and a crown and wand. But this is not like him to me. He did it to be funny I assume. He has much better fashion sense than that. But then what about the cowboy boots tonight?

The night is soon over and nothing really happened. People were telling each other jokes but I'm over it. What I really wanted was for Elvis to talk to me but he did not. He looked at me a few times while talking to his friends though. That is good enough. I sigh and lay on my bed and try to fall asleep. Closing my eyes my mind still keeps wandering. I turn on the desk lamp and I am restless. "I need to call him," I told myself. But I can't. There is no reason to. He does not like me the way I like him. I'm just a fan who got to go out with them this once. Probably never again. What is up with my phone? "Ring! Ring!" That refreshing old ring tone means someone is calling me. I pick it up. It's Skeery. 

"Hi, I was wondering why you left so early after dinner tonight! A few of us wanted to hang out together afterwards but you left. It almost feels like one of us is missing. Did you want to come out with us?" 

"I'm sort of in the middle of trying to sleep but where are you guys going?"

"We are trying to talk Elvis into letting us hang out at his house. But he said only if you're coming because he probably thinks you won't show up. So I think you should."

I laugh and agree to go. I put on my white lace lingerie, a soft pink sweater, and tight white jeans and comfortable ankle boots and run out the door. I feel a second wind coming on as I run in the wind and drizzling rain to my car. When I arrive at the restaurant they are waiting for me. Elvis looks surprised and Skeery starts laughing at his shock. He says, "So your place tonight?" 



Wanting Erica



1.

Have you ever met someone and at that moment you have the feeling that someday, somewhere and somehow in time you two would be together? When your gazes lock, time seems to standstill. You can't think or blink. You can't tear your gaze away from that person. You know it isn't lust. You know you are not infatuated. All you want is to be with that person. Then the question is, "what are you willing to give up being with them?" Sometimes, life doesn't always go the way we plan it. Sometimes we need to meet that special person in order to understand some things about ourselves. Sometimes we are scared to go beyond where we are because of our fears.

Yvonne turned in bed and looked at Ian her fiancé. They had been engaged for 3 months. She knew she loved him. He was all the man she ever wanted to meet. She was thankful that he was in her life. He seemed to understand her. Although they had their differences, they got along just well. She was convinced beyond doubt that he was the one. She had dated different dudes in the past. It happened that she couldn't feel something intense for them. They were not all jerks. At a point she thought something was wrong with her. She didn't connect to them the way she did with Ian.

It was a bright Saturday. She didn't want to wake him. He needed his sleep. She walked to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She wasn't a coffee person. She tried liking coffee but it wasn't her thing. This was one of her idiosyncrasies. She used to think she was weird until she met her office colleague Erica. Erica was reclusive. She had spoken with her once during an office workshop. Erica sat a row ahead of her that day. She was surprised when she got to know Erica worked there. They had locked gazes when Erica turned to look at the exit door in the room. Yvonne didn't know why she couldn't tear her gaze away from the pair of gray eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. After few seconds, she muttered a quiet "hi" to the young lady. Erica nodded and turned to look ahead of her. After the workshop, Yvonne tapped the young lady's shoulders. Erica turned.

"Do you work here? I haven't seen you before" said Yvonne.

"Yeah right. Now you have seen me." The lady nodded.

"I am Yvonne. And you?"

"Erica. Erica Summers." That was when Yvonne's phone rang. She excused herself. When she was done, she turned to talk to Erica. Erica had already gone. She shrugged. "How polite!" she mused to herself.

That was the first time she spoke with Erica. Ever since that day, she hadn't seen much of her. That was 8months ago. It baffled her how she could work with someone in the same office and you never get to see them. She conjectured that Erica was haughty and snobbish. She didn't even bother going to check up on her. She had asked around and she was told that Erica was a new employee at the firm. Maybe she wasn't a snob. Maybe she was shy. But, how can one be so remote? She thought she was introverted until she met Erica.

As it turned out to be, the boss's birthday was coming up. The workers had decided to throw a party for him. He was a good man. And it was unanimously agreed that a party would be thrown in his honour. Then it happened that Erica was appointed the chairman of the party committee. This was because she worked in the personnel department. Yvonne was appointed her assistant. Yvonne was indifferent towards this new development. She had grown cold towards Erica. After the meeting that day, Erica had left the room. She wasn't surprised. The ice queen had deemed herself too lofty to be in their society. The meeting held a month before the party. A week had passed before Erica had condescended to call her up.

Erica informed her that she had spoken to others in the committee aside her. She also told her that since her, Yvonne was her assistant and also in charge of finance, they had lots to talk about. It was quite surprising when Erica asked if they could meet outside the office the next day. Yvonne was wee sceptical about this. They agreed to meet in the restaurant at the other side of town. New Port was a big place and lots of firms thrived there. 

Now, Yvonne sat in the kitchen sipping her tea. She was to meet Erica at 4 O'clock that evening. She didn't know if she was happy to see her. She was curious about her. She asked herself again, "how could someone be so remote and withdrawn?" well, she was going to find out in 9 hours. She had a feeling she was going to be bored. Erica was barely acquainted with a few people. Maybe she lacked social skills. Ostensibly, she was smart. The firm only employed individuals who were very good. Erica might have been a beauty queen in college. They were almost the same height only that Erica was an inch shorter than she. Erica seemed to have it all. Or maybe she didn't. Maybe that was her reason for being reclusive. There had to be something wrong with Erica. At this point, Yvonne sighed. She had spent close to an hour seated in one spot thinking of her enigmatic colleague. This was the first time she had given the girl any thought at all. She smiled to herself, there was always a first time. 

Yvonne seemed to get carried away. As Ian kissed her earlobe, she laughed. His arms were wrapped around her. She didn't even know when he walked in. "Penny for your thoughts? You didn't even notice when I walked in." Yvonne smiled at him. She rubbed his chin. "What would I be thinking about?" Ian chuckled and walked to the fridge to get himself a bottle of water. She dropped the cup on the table. 

"Baby, I have this person from my office I want to see this evening. At 4. Kinda pertaining to the party I told you about" 

Ian nodded. "So, when would you be home?"

"Dunno" she shrugged. "But i would be here ASAP"

The rest of the day seemed to linger. She knew she was excited that she was about to meet Erica again. She made sure she made a good first impression on the other girl. From the look of it, Yvonne guessed she was only couple of years older than the other girl. She might be 2 or 3 years older. Erica looked young. .

She finally got into the restaurant. She looked at her wrist watch; it was 3 minutes after 4 O'clock. Then her cell phone beeped. She picked it. "On the right side of the aisle," the person hung up. She knew it was Erica. She had been spotted by the lady. She was holding her phone. She didn't know how she felt walking up to the table. She wondered when Erica got to the restaurant. This woman never seemed to stop flummoxing her. She was mysterious. People like her didn't like people getting close to them. She wondered if she had friends at all. That wasn't her business. She thought she would have to wait for Erica. Maybe she was going to make a "royal entrance". Then, it dawned on her. She had been coming up with different conjectures about this lady. She felt it was high time she stopped it and get to know the lady one on one.

"Hello," Erica smiled at her.

She was taken aback. So she could smile. And it was a dazzling smile at that. She was going to learn a lot about this young lady.

"Good afternoon. Sorry, I am a little late."

"That is no bother. You are here. That is all that matters."

"When did you get here?"

"I got here at the appointed time. 4 exactly."

"Hmmmm... that is nice."

They talked about the committee. They talked about the boss. They even talked about their co-workers. Yvonne was surprised that she knew everyone in the office by their names. When she asked how it was possible that she did, Erica shrugged and told her, "I have my ways". This heightened Yvonne's curiosity. It turned out to be that Erica knew more than she thought she knew. She was very intelligent. That was when it dawned on her that Erica was probably a genius. She studied psychology in an Ivy League university. People like her rarely showed off. 

"Erica, how come you are reclusive?"

"I knew you were going to ask me that." Erica smirked. She took a sip from the bottle of water before her. "Why do you say I am reclusive>"

"Because you are reclusive. I never got to talk with you after that day. And you didn't wait for me to be done with my call too"

"Oh, that day? I was in a hurry. I had someone waiting for me. I just had to-do what I did."

"And the next day? You didn't say anything."

"Yes. I didn't think you would have anything to say to me."

"You work with people without interacting with them. Hmm... You are something else. You know that, right?"

"You are the first person telling me that"

"Seriously?" Yvonne looked at her with askance.

Erica laughed and said, "I know I am eccentric. I can't possibly do what is expected of me if it doesn't suit me." Yvonne was silent. Then Erica spoke again, "tell me something different about you. You know your foibles." 

"Why should I be telling you that," she eyed her suspiciously. "I barely know you"

"You are in the process of knowing me. Okay, I will go first. I prefer tea to coffee."

Yvonne smiled at her; "really?" Erica nodded. "I prefer tea to coffee too. My fiancé calls me an English lady."

"You see? We are getting to know each other"

They continued chatting about everything and anything. Yvonne seemed relaxed in the other lady's company. She didn't expect to have so much fun just sitting down and talking with someone. She hadn't had this much fun from just talking. It seemed Erica knew just what to say. Then she wondered why Erica was reclusive. She just couldn't think of a reason. Maybe... she stopped her thought. She had told herself she wasn't going to make guesses about this lady anymore.

Time flies when you are having fun! It was 6 in the evening. Yvonne hated saying goodbye to her new found friend. She made Erica promise that she would be more outgoing. She told Erica she had social skills contrary to what she thought. Then, Erica told her, "You don't know me until you know me." They exchanged numbers too. Erica was nice and sweet as opposed to what she always thought. She had walked Erica to her car. It was a nice convertible. Erica had told her it was her dad's gift to her on her 22nd birthday which was the previous year. Erica's dad was rich. He just didn't know what to do with his money. They agreed they would see in the office the next week on Monday. Yvonne closed the door of her car and watched the pretty lady drive away. She walked to her car and wondered if she could wait till it was Monday to see the funny, witty, charming and pretty new friend she just made. She smiled to herself as she opened her car door. 

2.

She had seen Erica on Monday. They had their idle chatter. Yvonne had asked her if she didn't mind having her lunch break with her. Erica had declined saying she was on a diet. Yvonne was bemused when she heard this. Erica was sexy. She guessed her waist line would be about 24 inches. She didn't know what to think. Then she thought of a way to pull her legs. "You don't want those puny mortals seeing you eat, right? You can at least deign to grace us with your presence, your highness" Yvonne gave a false bow. 

"Lame attempt at sarcasm. You should try harder."

"Oh yeah?" Erica nodded in response to her.

"I just wanted to have lunch with you" Yvonne shrugged.

"Why don't you take me out to lunch?"

Yvonne gave her a quizzical look. She had not taken anyone out before. She smiled. "Really?"

"Exactly as I said it. Take me out."

"Where is it done that you ask someone to take you out?"

"I guess it is never done. But i can be the first. You and I could be the first to start it. Considering we are both eccentric. So, re you gonna take me out?"

"Umm... not that it is a bad idea. Let's say Friday? After work we hang out somewhere."

"Okay... my Friday is less occupied."

"And today?"

"Not happening today. I don't eat lunch. It is just my biological make up."

They talked about trivial things. After few minutes of talking, Yvonne went back to her office. 

Lately, she seemed to enjoy Erica's company. She looked forward to lunch breaks. She found out that she began to feel light. It seemed she was losing weight. She had Erica to thank for that. Erica had become more outgoing too. She seemed to be friendlier with others in the office. The party committee seemed to like Erica. She seemed to know how to utilize everyone's potential. That was why she was appointed to lead the committee, she was good with people. It baffled Yvonne more. Why would someone as charming and witty as Erica be reclusive? Erica wasn't shy. Erica had told her there was a huge difference between being modest and diffident. She hadn't even heard of the word diffident before. Erica was a voracious reader and it showed in the way she spoke and used words.

She talked of Erica a lot. It seemed that Ian too was interested in meeting the so-called Erica. She knew she liked her friend a great deal. She didn't mind if she spent less time with her other friends. Not that she saw them often. But, Erica worked in same place with her. She seemed to see her everyday nowadays. She just loved being around Erica lately. She learnt different things from Erica. Erica didn't act her age most of the time.

Their lunch date had gone well. They went to another restaurant out of town. Yvonne drove them there. They ordered the same thing. Then Erica came up with the idea that they drove into the country. Yvonne protested against this. Then an idea came to Yvonne, "why don't you take me out next week in your car and you'd drive around the country side. Then, we could have a picnic. You know? I would bring the eatables? Or we bring the eatables? What do you think? Don't say nay"

Erica moved forward to her. They were reclining on Yvonne's car outside the restaurant." This is the best idea I have heard in a long time."

"Seriously?"

"I am" she held her friends hand. "So when do you want us to do that?"

"Anytime... it could be tomorrow. You know it is a Saturday."

"Ok. Tomorrow it is. Let's say 3 o'clock?"

"No objection here."

They giggled. Erica looked at Yvonne for a long time. Yvonne blue eyes looked into her. They didn't say anything. It seemed like holding each other's gazes was enough conversation. Yvonne didn't understand why she didn't want to look away from the gray eyes that held hers. She could feel Erica's thumb caress her palm. She was caught up in the moment. She didn't understand what she was feeling. But whatever it was, she didn't want it to stop. She seemed caught up in her friend. It dawned on her they were few inches apart. It also became clear to her it was a warm evening. Reality was gradually crashing around her. She had to drop Erica at her apartment. She sighed and gently removed her hand from her friend's hand.

Erica laughed at her friend. "What is it? You looked flushed."

"Me?" Yvonne could have sworn that she saw The Look in Erica's eyes. She smiled. They both got into the car. The rest of the drive to Erica's place was quiet. Erica lived alone. Her house was close to a lake. She pulled up her car at the entrance. "So, this is where I live. Very serene. My dad got it for me. He dotes on me and my brother. I get all the solitude I need here. And I am never lonely. I tend to love being all by myself."

Yvonne was still breathless. Her hands were still on the steering. She wished she could spend the night with Erica. She didn't want to leave. She consoled herself she was seeing her the next day. Then she suggested, "why not 11 tomorrow morning. I would have things doing in the evening." Erica acquiesced to this without thinking it over. 

Erica leaned in to kiss Yvonne on her right cheek, "thanks for lunch". Yvonne gasped. Erica looked at her puzzled. "Like you don't kiss people on the cheeks" she got down. "Tomorrow right?"

"Yeah, tomorrow." With this Yvonne drove down the lane. After work, Erica had driven her car home. Yvonne had tagged behind in her car. She loved the country view. She found it nice that there was a lake close by. She had suggested that they see at 11 in the morning because she couldn't wait too long. The drive home was smooth only that she couldn't take her mind off Erica.

Ian was in the sitting room watching TV. She gave him a perfunctory kiss and walked to the bedroom. She didn't have the enthusiasm, not appetite, for food. She went to the bathroom and had a long shower. She got into bed and she forced herself to sleep. It was 8 in the evening. She just couldn't sleep. She decided to try what kids do to induce sleep. Her phone beeped. She picked it. It was a strange number. It turned out the person wanted to speak to a Jamie. Obviously, it was the wrong number. She thought of calling her friend but she felt there was no reason to call her. She just felt empty and lonely. She didn't want to talk with Ian.

She thought about the incident at the restaurant. She had looked into Erica's eyes. She didn't want the moment to stop. She had not felt this strange kind of thing before. This was intense. What she felt for Ian paled in comparison to this. She stopped her thoughts. She wasn't attracted to women. She had never wanted to date a woman in her life. She was not a lesbian. Erica was just a good friend she enjoyed being with. There was nothing more to it. Erica simply affected her the right way. That was what she thought.

A voice in her mind asked her, "You have never dated a girl before. Fixing dates with Erica is what? Taking each other out is what? Don't lie to yourself. To thyself be true." She chuckled to herself. She had never found herself being drawn to another woman. There was Ian, the best thing to ever happen to her. Then the voice asked her again, "are you sure he is the best thing to ever happen to you? Are you sure you are not lying to yourself? You know the lies we tell ourselves are the worst because we believe them". 

She pushed those thoughts from her mind. Yet, they still came to her. She sighed to herself, "seems I am falling in love with her." she didn't even know where that thought came from. She laughed to herself. "I can't be in love with another woman." She didn't know when she slept off.

3.

The beep of her phone woke her. It was Erica. She had called to be sure Yvonne was coming over. Erica also told her not to bring anything. "If only she knew I am dying to see her." Erica had sounded cold and impassioned on the phone. She looked at the time, it was 8 AM. Ian was preparing breakfast. She walked into the kitchen. She didn't seem to care about his efforts, she was thinking about her friend. She couldn't wait for time to fly. She had often wondered why time seemed to drag when she wanted it to fly and vice-versa. She found it annoying. She walked over to Ian who was sitting down and pecked his forehead. She told him she was going out to see Erica. He didn't seem to pay her any attention and she in turn didn't mind. All she wanted to do was leave the house.

Lately, Ian had begun to get her pissed. Almost everything he did got her angry. She didn't tell him that he got her angry. She walked into the bedroom and hissed. Ian left his toothbrush on her dressing mirror. She wondered what his toothbrush was doing on her dresser. She picked it and dropped it on the bed. This was sure to get him miffed. One thing that dawned on her was that, Ian hardly got angry at her or anybody. He had the patience of a saint. Then, it became clear that she was looking for an excuse to pick an argument with him. She began asking herself if she really loved him. She wondered what was happening to her and her sweetheart.

She guessed it was a phase in every relationship for people to get tired of each other. She had known Ian for about 2 years. She felt she needed space. She tried to take her mind off Erica, she just couldn't. The more she tried not thinking of her, the more she thought of her. She wondered why Erica sounded cold. She had come to understand she (Erica) was a moody person. Maybe, she had a nightmare. She chuckled at this. Considering she lived alone, she was bound to have nightmares. An image crossed her mind: she was holding Erica after a nightmare. "What on earth is wrong with me?" she was shocked at what she imagined. She didn't like the way things were going between she and Erica. "This has to stop", she shook her head slowly.




Wanting Erica



She was trying to be introspective. She realized she was drawn to the other lady because of her coldness. Erica didn't seem to care about anything at all. A part of her mind wanted to draw Erica out of her shell. She knew she wanted something more than friendship but not till the point of being lovers. She liked the idea, "more than friends; less than lovers". Maybe after she got Erica to be more outgoing, she would move on to the next recluse. 

Her place to Erica's was an estimated thirty minutes drive. She got into her car waved at Ian. She told him not to expect her till the evening. He had kissed her at the door and told her he loved her. She smiled at him. She was scared to repeat the same to him. She doubted she did nowadays. She was wearing something casual a flared jean trouser, a tank top with a jacket. She wore a flat suede sandal. She had heard she looked good most of the time. She was 5'10", she wasn't skinny. A friend of hers in college once told her she could pass off as Charlize Theron. Only that she was a brunette with baby blue eyes. 

She drove into Erica's drive way. Then she got down. There was no sign of Erica. The door was closed. The curtains were drawn. She walked to the front door. She pressed the door bell. No sound. She walked to the back door. That was when she saw her. Erica was at the lake. She exhaled. For one moment, she thought something bad had happened to her friend. Yvonne walked to her friend. She looked beautiful standing there. Her hair was down. She was wearing black slacks and a tee-shirt. "I knew you'd find me here." She smiled as she leant across and kissed Yvonne. "Welcome. Good morning. Hope you are hungry." She gently brushed the locks that fell over Yvonne's left eye. "You like the view?" the other woman nodded.

"This is my happy place. I think here. The breeze cools my mind. It gives me a sense of serenity. I would love you to watch the sunset here. You would be so amazed." She looked at the Erica. She just didn't know what to say. There were many things racing through her head but she just couldn't find the way to articulate them. If she was guessing, she now confirmed and knew that she was in love with Erica. She didn't know how it happened or when it happened. Another thing she knew was that she wasn't going to get carried away. She also knew that she was going to avoid Erica. She just couldn't dare to love Erica. She was straight. 

"Cat got your tongue? You haven't said a word." She took Yvonne's hand. "Come, let's go in." The touch of her hand sent jolts down her spine. She kept asking herself how it happened. She had never felt this way before, she kept reminding herself.

Inside the house was warm and cosy. She loved the colour blend. This house felt familiar in a way. She just couldn't place why. There was a fire place. She walked to it. She looked at the other end of the room, there was a piano. "You play?" she asked Erica.

"Just a little."

"Please play me something."

"What would you give me if I do?"

Yvonne laughed. "Anything. I know you play very well."

Erica smiled at her. "That is for you to judge". She walked to the piano and sat. Yvonne stood in front of her. Erica shrugged and she played "Think of me" from the "Phantom of The Opera". Yvonne was breathless. Erica held her gaze all through the time she was playing the piece. She just couldn't look away. The effect of the music and those gray eyes piercing her soul was more than she could bear. She just didn't want the music to end. When she found her voice, all she could say was, "Is there anything you can't do?"

Erica smiled at her, "was using you as my muse. I never told you I paint as well. And I sell my works too." Erica ushered her into a dark room. She drew the blinds. The room had a canvas on an easel. She saw a striking resemblance of herself. She was dazed. "You are making a portrait of me?" Erica nodded. Yvonne just didn't know what to think. She knew she had to avoid Erica like a plague. She just couldn't feel this way about her. Then, she began to ask herself how she had fallen for her.

Erica showed her other works. One was of their boss. Another was of the woman at the reception. One was of the security man. Another was of a young man who Erica said was her elder brother. The paintings were beautiful. It seemed they wanted to come out of the canvases. Indeed, Erica was a genius. Erica kept the canvases back to where she brought them from. She walked to the door. Yvonne walked up to her. They were so close. Yvonne had the strange urge to lean in to her friend. She was aware of her scent, something like jasmine. Her gray eyes seemed to look into her soul again. Maybe it was the eyes that made her fall.

Erica sighed, "are we gonna stand here all day? I have other activities lined up for you." Yvonne smiled. Erica showed her into the kitchen. Erica told her she could choose what she wanted to eat. Yvonne decided that they ate sandwiches. They talked about the party which was coming up in less than week. They made jokes. Erica knew how to make her laugh. They made plans of what to wear. Yvonne was indecisive. Erica asked her to accompany her to her bedroom. She wanted to pick the right dress for the occasion since Yvonne was with her.

The bedroom was cosier. Burgundy sheets, burgundy rug, white walls... this was beautiful. On the lamp stand was a book, a novel Erica was reading. "Finger smith?" Yvonne asked. Erica turned away from the closet and looked at her. "I bet you haven't read it before" Yvonne shook her head. "I didn't think so" Erica jested. Erica went on to show her the black dress she wanted to wear. Yvonne looked at it. This dress cost a fortune. Erica excused herself. Then Yvonne feasted her eyes on the room. There was a painting of Venus on the wall. Venus in this painting was reclining on a chaise with her back facing the viewer. There was Cupid holding a mirror for her.

"That is the 'Toilet of Venus'. It was done by Diego Valesques.You like it?"

"it is beautiful." She turned to look at her friend.

She was stunned. Now she could see the curves that hid beneath. She had seen them before in her formal suits. This was mesmerizing. She snapped out of her thoughts when Erica said, "please help me with the zip."

With her back turned to her, and being a few inches away from her, she was able to inhale her scent. "You have a nice back", she whispered. 

"thanks," Erica whispered back. Yvonne didn't want to stop doing what she was doing. She was bewildered. How could she feel something this strong another for woman. Erica turned and faced her. Now they were only about 2 inches apart. They locked gazes again. Erica looked into her soul again. She didn't know if she could take it any longer. Then Erica walked to the mirror. "I might wear this". Erica looked at her through the mirror and said, "Don't you think it is nice?" Yvonne nodded. Erica smiled. She walked towards her. "I guess I am gonna wear this. Now i am gonna change." She took a step away from her and then she turned abruptly on the balls of her feet and said, "Yvonne, if you look at me that way again, I swear, I would so kiss you"

Before Yvonne could say anything, Erica had gone into the other room. Erica came into the room again and kept the dress in the closet. "so, what way shouldn't I look at you?"

Erica gave her a puzzled look. "Really? You don't know?" Yvonne shook her head. "Now, I will tell you. That day at the workshop, umm... at the restaurant, while I played the piano, the other day at the committee meeting and now."

It dawned on Yvonne that Erica knew she loved her. The next thing Erica said knocked the breath out of her. "Well, I prefer women. And you prefer men. I don't want to change that. So you know, I developed feelings for you from the first day our eyes locked that day. I won't act on them any way. The last thing I need right now is some straight chic getting involved with me and running off to her boyfriend when she has satisfied her curiosity. I have been down that lane before and I am not walking there again. When you look at me that way, you make it seem you want to have something intimate with me. I would love it but I just can't. You and I won't happen. I have gotten my mind off that notion a long time ago." She stated nonchalantly.

Yvonne was stupefied. Erica went to her dresser and picked an earring. She turned and smiled at the dazed Yvonne. "I want to wear this earring. It goes well when I have my hair done into a chignon." Yvonne walked towards her. She felt the intense desire to kiss this woman. She didn't understand herself anymore. She wasn't herself. Her true self had gone on a vacation to God-Knows-Where and this new person did want what she shouldn't be wanting. It was really strange. She knew that she had to leave this room else, she might do something she might regret. The house had an effect on her. It was so comfortable that she didn't want to leave its coziness. She just knew she had gotten to a point where she could just walk away or stay.

Erica looked at her. This was not the Erica she used to know. She looked quite vulnerable, like a child who was lost in the middle of nowhere. Erica held her hand. "I am falling for you. I don't want to act out what I feel. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship. I want you in my life. I don't mind if we are just friends. I would like if we had something more...something more intense than being friends. I wouldn't make you do what you don't wanna."

That was Yvonne needed to hear. She leant in closer and exhaled gently. Her eyes were half closed. She leaned in closer to her friend. She knew that her next action would change things in her life. "You don't have to if you don't want." Erica whispered gently to her. 

The moment her lips met Erica's, she gasped. She couldn't believe the electric jolt that went through her system. Her lips held Erica's. This was perfect. She knew this was where she wanted to be. She knew this was what she wanted to do. Every other fear in her mind seemed to vanish for that one moment in time. It was Erica who broke the kiss. "Yvonne, I think we should stop here."

"You want me to stop, why?"

"Maybe you should just leave."

"Why?" asked a confused Yvonne. She couldn't understand what had gone wrong. She was having the best kiss of her life and all Erica could do was breaking it? How could she? She felt unwanted and rejected. Anger rose in her. She walked away from Erica. The hot tears were stinging her eyes. She just wanted to be anywhere but here. Erica just stood on the spot. She knew she had just ended another friendship. She did what she did whenever she was angry; she played her piano.

Yvonne drove to some quite place close to her house and sobbed. Never had she felt something so intense in her life. Chemistry never had this intensity. Never had she wanted someone so much. That kiss was magical. That kiss had altered her life. She knew she wanted Erica in her life. She knew she was done with Ian. All she wanted to do now was hold Erica. 

The reality struck Yvonne when the reason for Yvonne's withdrawal was because she had been hurt many times. It seemed like she was always falling for people who broke her heart. Erica was soft and vulnerable too. Why didn't she figure it out all these while? She looked at the time; it was 2:18pm. She reversed the car and drove back to Erica's house. She knew Erica wanted her. Obviously, she had fears. That was what explained the cold and aloof facade Erica put up for everyone.

She met Erica in a pool of tears. The sight made her break down again. She quickened her pace to meet Erica. She sat on the floor and held her. She kissed her head. "I am sorry" was all that she could say. This time, Erica kissed her. It was soft yet it was forceful. Erica held her fingers through her hair. She didn't know where all this passion was coming from. She always thought Erica was cold and unfeeling. Now, Erica was kissing her like though her life depended on it. 

Her tongue brushed Erica's. She couldn't hold back the shudder that went through her system. This was one hell of a salacious kiss. The lyrics of Kelly Clarkson's A Moment like This played in her head. She wished time could freeze and she tried to savour every passing second of this kiss. She never felt this with any of the guy she kissed. 

Erica was demanding. She traced a line on her upper palates and she couldn't hold back the moan that followed. Erica seemed to understand her mouth. She kissed her back. Matching her passion for passion. It baffled her that Erica who had a high level of composure could be so passionate. She knew she was lost and she didn't want to be found. She held nothing back from that kiss.

It was Erica who broke the kiss. She was shy to look at Yvonne. Then she smiled. Yvonne smiled back at her. "You kiss by a book", Yvonne removed the lock of hair from Erica's face. This made the other woman laugh. They held each other's gaze. Yvonne didn't want to ever be away from her friend again.

"That was a line from Romeo and Juliet, right?"

"yeah it is," Yvonne replied and smiled.

"It's a wanting thing", Erica cocked her eyebrow.

"I haven't read across that."

"That is a line from the novel you saw in my room."

"Fingersmith?"

"Yeah... you might like it."

"Tell me about it."

"Sorry, you would have to read it"

"Erica, you figured out I am in love with you right?"

"When did you fall in love with me?"

"I don't know when it happened or how it happened. It's like that Billy Ocean song, "you wake up and suddenly you're in love"

"Hmm... I fell for you since the day we locked gazes in that workshop. I just couldn't get my mind of you. I knew i wanted you in my life. But, i didn't want to give it a try. I get hurt when i let myself fall in love with some people. But I just knew I wanted you in my life. And when we became close buddies, it became unbearable. I just had to act normal... like nothing was wrong. And when you kept looking at me with these blue eyes of yours, I knew that I was lost. For once in my life, I feel something so intense. When I look into your eyes I seem to lose my intelligence... I am in love with you Yvonne. And there is Ian your fiancé. He is..."

Yvonne hushed her with a kiss on her lips. This was soft and gentle. Erica wasn't as vicious as before. "I want you too. I want to build my castles in the air, even though they'd disappear. I want to throw away what I fear. You know; this chance to love someone deeply and they loving you back doesn't come every time. I am in love with you and that is all that matters."

Erica held her palm and planted a kiss in it. "What happens to Ian?"

"I will end it with him" she shrugged. "we haven't been as good as we used to be. We are like old couples."

"You are leaving him for me?"

"No. I would have left anyway. He pushed me to you. If i was so in love with him, i wouldn't have felt anything for you. I was with him because I was scared of being alone... all by myself."

"Hmm... I see"

"He wouldn't even miss me. Jeez, i have stayed in relationships because i lied to myself I loved those guys. Am i now gay?" she smiled caressing Erica's palm.

Erica feigned a solemn air, "most straight girls are gay until they meet the right girl to make them gay. Some gay girls are gay until they meet the right guys that make them straight." Yvonne laughed at this. 

"yeah right, that is true." She leaned in to kiss Erica. This kiss held a promise; A promise of love and happiness. Although bad times would come, things may not be always the way they are planned but one thing was for sure, what they felt would see them through. Yvonne knew this was where she wanted to be. She knew this was what she was looking for. She knew Erica was the missing part of the puzzle that was her life. This time she broke the kiss and trailed them to Erica's ear and whispered, "It's that wanting thing."

Erica giggled and she joined her.



Wanting Her



Stepping with my frozen feet across the cold, hard floor, the floorboards creak loudly. Slowly I make my way to the laundry room, wearing only a towel around my waist. I open the door; a burst of cold air engulfs me, freezing my damp skin, making me shiver. As I sift through the warm clothes of the dryer, a drop of water falls from my hair landing on my arm, releasing a wave of goose bumps across my body. I find the underwear I was looking for. Quickly I drop the towel letting in the cold air to my core and pull on the toasty boxers, filling my body with warmth. With the black cloth now covering my most sacred parts, I lie back down on my bed, still temperate from the night before. As the comforting warmth takes a hold of me, I slowly drift in and out of a sweet sleep thinking of her. 

The motionless air is quickly glowing from the morning sun. I hesitantly get out of bed, stretching and yawning with pleasure. The hours seem long waiting for her. When she finally calls and I hear her voice I feel the joy that it always brings to me. When we hang up, I feel excitement and a slight nervousness grow inside of me. I wait, not knowing what really to do. I see a silhouette at the door! As soon as she knocks, I open the door revealing her allure to me. I stand there basking in her beauty, soaking in the view. She giggles and blushes as she walks past me, brushing my arm. Keeping my eyes on her, I close the door. She turns and quickly embraces me. I put my arms around her and hold her tight. Feeling her warmth against me, I never want to let her go. We stand there for a minute. We release slightly to stare into each other's eyes, communicating an unknown. We embrace again, this time more vigorously adding a kiss here and there. We start to kiss more passionately. Our kisses become deeper, longer. I feel her hands glide against my body, feeling my back, stomach, chest. I slightly open my mouth to let my tongue slide against her lips; I feel them part slightly, my tongue quickly enters her mouth and I feel a sensation of an indescribable since. I let my hands wander, I feel her hand lower to my ass and grasp it.

I feel her hands move up to my front resting at the edge of my shirt before slowly moving up, under it. Feeling her hands against my bare skin sends ripples through my body. Her hands are soft against my stomach and chest. Her hands move to my back, letting her nails graze against my skin sending shivers down my spine; making me melt. As she feels me tremble, she grabs me tightly, stabilizing me. She slowly slips off my shirt revealing my body to her eyes. Letting the shirt land in a crumpled pile on the floor, she admires my body for a moment; a smile spreads across her face. She kisses me, this time with force making me step back. She pushes me to the couch invading my mouth with her tongue. Our tongues dueling, she lies on top of me and feels my bare chest with her hands. My worm hands on her hips holding her close, pressing our crotches together, and sending waves of pleasure through us. My hands slowly move up from her hips, across her stomach, to her breasts. She moans as I grip lightly. I massage her breast in my hand; my thumb presses into her nipple making her moan.

My hands move back to her hips as I move my head down from herr lips. I kiss her lightly on the neck. She feels my hands touch the soft, warm skin of her stomach. I leave my hands there as my kisses become harder. She feels me lightly sucking on her neck. She moans as I move my hands to her back, up her spine, feeling every vertebra. I lift her shirt over her head revealing her cute, black lace bra. We kiss again, letting our tongues dance. I swiftly unhook her bra as we stand up. The straps fall from her shoulders letting the bra drop to the floor next to both of our shirts. We stumble to the bed kissing and rubbing our hands against each other. We fall to the bed and roll over letting me on top. I feel her hard nipples against my chest. She feels my cock jump against her leg as I take hold of her bare breast in my hand. 

She moves her hand down slowly, skimming my skin, making my hair stand on end. Her hand slips inside my pants, grasping my already hard cock, making me moan. She pulls her hand out and quickly unbuttons and unzips my pants. She pushes my pants down and with my help get them completely off. I smile and move down her neck leaving a trail of kisses. I move down until I reach her breast. I kiss her nipple and watch in rise. I brush my thumb over her other nipple, making it grow as well. As our crotches press together her skirt rides up revealing her thighs. I take her nipple in my mouth and suckle it while my hand moves down to her stomach reaching her skirt. I feel her soft panties. I hook both my thumbs in the waistband and pull her skirt down over her lovely ass, down her legs and slip them all the way off. We lay together making out and fondling each other.

I slip my hand down to rub her pussy through her panties. She wriggles her hips against my crotch. I slide my hand inside her panties feeling the edge of her soft pubic hair with the tips of my fingers. I slide my hand deeper and feel her soft lips and trace the length of her pussy. I press slightly and feel her lips part; my finger slides in easily. She moans and kisses me harder; I pull out and slide over her clit with my wet finger. She shakes with pleasure. I hold her tight as I run circles around her clit. Pleasure overwhelms her body. Her moans become louder as she starts to tremble beneath me. I move my fingers down from her clit and slide two fingers inside of her, slowly thrusting them in and out. 

I move down her body to kiss her thighs. I slip her panties down over her nice ass, down her smooth legs slowly exposing her to me. I pull back to take in the full view of her nude body; heart stopping. I move back down and kiss her thighs. I begin to move up, kissing lightly; her hip, stomach, breast, neck. As I reach her lips she moves down my chest past my stomach to reach my boxers and quickly pull them off. She lightly kisses my cock. She puts one hand around it as she reaches the head. She licks the tip sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Her lips slowly wrap around the head, flicking her tongue as she takes in more. Her hand moves back and forth with her mouth. I start to moan as she starts to get faster. I almost cum when she stops abruptly and moves her way back up to kiss me; her lips feel warm and tender. Our naked bodies press together. As our bodies stabilize, we make out, my cock brushes her inner thighs. 

Suddenly she reaches down and takes a hold of my cock. I pull back slightly and she guides me into her. I slowly move in, inch by inch. I kiss her deeply as I my full length fills her. Her worm pussy grips my cock. I start to thrust in and out of her. We move in rhythm with each other. We moan into each other's mouths. I fondle her breasts as we steadily move faster. She thrusts her hips up to meat me as the pleasure between us intensifies. I let a hand drift down between us to lightly rub her clit. She moans loudly, holding me tight. I feel her wriggle under me. Her pussy tightens around my cock. She kisses me deeply as she orgasm; her pussy massages my cock into orgasm, filling her, and I hold her tight. Our pleasure melts into each other, we meld into one. We kiss deeply as our orgasms start to fade together. We hold each other, with me still deep inside of her.