15 comments/ 30149 views/ 12 favorites Wicked Weather By: RedHotLadybug As storms swirl around us in the lower states, I thought I'd take a quick break from my series to write this quick little tale. They're college age and about to weather a wicked storm. Enjoy! Britney stared out at the playground of the elementary school she attended a decade ago. It was deserted now, when children should be in school; a series of tornado warnings had the schools closing early as families hunkered down in their bathrooms and closets to be shielded from the harsh weather. Not Britney. She found the weather terrible and thrilling, and had no problem watching the approaching clouds from this view. From this vantage point, the ground sloped a little past the fence of the playground and she could see overtop the homes scattered around – straight into the oncoming storm. She swung back and forth lazily as the clouds approached, figuring that when it got worse she could duck around the building and stand at the employees entrance until the things blew over. She didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. The town's siren began to sound as the weather eased up. The calm before the storm. She inhaled deeply. "What the hell are you doing?" Britney turned to see a man park a large red pickup pull over on the side of the road and get out. He must have yelled from the window and when she didn't move, he had decided to come over. Staring at the truck, she saw the fireman's emblem on the door and cursed under her breath. Fate would have to put someone official in her path. "Hey!" The deep voice called out when she turned back to watch the storm. "Are you deaf? You have to find cover." Britney waited until the man was just beside her before she turned to look up at him. His face quirked in an odd way then his eyes widened. "Britney Owens?" Well hell. Josh Quinn. They stared at each other for a moment before Josh finally spoke. "I thought... Britney... I thought you were dead. I went to your funeral. I saw them... I saw them put a casket in the ground." Britney nodded. "Yeah. I saw that too." Josh had trouble speaking after that. Britney laughed bitterly. "You would have to be the one who spotted me, wouldn't you Josh. Couldn't be a stranger. Had to be you." She looked up at the clouds. "You better get to shelter." Josh was pale. "Are you... are you a ghost or something?" He started to reach for her slowly. Britney beat him to it and grasped his hand yanking him toward her. His shocked face was inches from hers, so she inhaled and grinned, laughing again as she gave a gentle shove and let him stagger back a few steps. "So you're not dead. Then what...?" "None of your business, Josh. Now, go. I want to watch the show." Josh turned to see the clouds starting to move ominously closer. He cursed under his breath and looked at the truck then back to her. "Look, I have a feeling I'll be called out once this is over, but you should come with me. My house is a block or two away and we can hide in the basement until it passes." "So you don't live your parents?" "Damnit, Britney, ask all the questions you want, just move your ass while you do it." Britney looked up at him and studied his face for a moment. He had dark hair that he'd let grow out since high school. She always hated the buzz cuts boys her age wore; hair was so much sexier when there was enough to grab hold of. He had a chiseled face now that some of his boyish baby fat was gone, and if he had a fireman's truck in this small town he probably had lots of time to play at the gym while waiting for someone's cat to get stuck on the roof. She stood, walking past him without a word. He jogged after her and was in the truck and opening the passenger door when the first blast of wind hit them. Britney climbed into the truck with the speed of someone who wasn't in that big of a hurry. Josh peeled out and drove toward his new home. Britney stared out the window and asked, "You live in town?" "Second street. Bought the old Davis place. Fixed it up. Don't suppose you hear the town gossip from wherever you're hiding." "I'm not hiding," Britney said flatly. "And no. I don't hear gossip." "Well that's refreshing," Josh said, ducking when hail started to rain down on the truck. It was small hail, but it was enough to make him curse and check his paint job. "Me and McKinley were supposed to get married two years ago. Caught her in bed with Luke Reed. Town was abuzz for a year since Luke's dad is a preacher over in Bethel. I didn't take it too well." He glanced at her. "I'm better now." Britney nodded and looked out the window. She knew he was probably expecting the traditional response of "I'm sorry," but false responses didn't come to Britney too easy. He continued, "What about you? You join the CIA or something? Have to fake your death? I figure if you were found, the whole town would have heard." Britney watched the clouds roll over them as they turned onto Second. "Do your parents know you're alive?" Figuring if she didn't say anything the word would get out that she was alive, Britney answered truthfully. "They do. They staged the funeral at my request." Not that they had put up much of an argument. They pulled into a house that used to be white but was now dark gray with red shutters. The little yard was neat, had a few plants growing in the front, but not many flowers. No woman's touch. Josh cut the engine and they jumped out of the truck and ran for the back porch which looked newly built. The pale wood was abundant, the empty deck a perfect size for a grill and a table or two, and was currently collecting hail that was starting to rain down the size of gumballs. A few hit them as Josh unlocked the door and led Britney inside. They both laughed shakily as they made it to safety and Josh lead the way to his basement. It was bigger than Britney expected, and unfinished except for a sofa, recliner, and massive TV attached to a number of video game systems. There was even a kitchenette in one corner. Josh walked over to the fridge. "Soda? Water? Beer?" "Aren't you on duty?" "Yeah but one doesn't do much to me." "Then why drink it?" Josh got a look on his face that told Britney he really wanted to say "Why not?" but he thought better of it. He nodded and grabbed a water, tossing another one to her. She caught it easily. After a moment of silence, he turned on the television and changed the channel to a station giving the weather report. The meteorologist was telling everyone that there was hail. Yeah. Got that message already. Britney studied the wave of storms coming their direction, the first right on top of them followed by two more. Maybe it would have been stupid to watch the storm from a playground but after the fight she had had with her parents, she didn't really care. She glanced at Josh. Britney wondered why he didn't go to college. He probably had a number of scholarships from football and his grades were good enough for him to be in the BETA club, yet here he was, fireman of their small hometown. Britney stared forward and pondered if she could go through with this. She had a number of targets, and she wanted to get it over with as fast as possible, but she really didn't know if she wanted the experience to be with Josh. Josh was a nice enough guy and she was pretty sure he was the type would wouldn't mind spontaneity, but it would have been easier to have met up with Michael Farrell or Chris Waters. Even Jamie Mapother would have been better than Josh. "Josh?" "Yeah?" "I need you to keep my non-death a secret." "Figured. Gonna tell me why?" "Nope." "Figured." "I will tell you I don't get much time off. I never do actually. But I had to come home for... well it doesn't matter now." Britney looked at the swirls of possible tornado action dancing in place over where they were. "I picked a stellar time to come home." Josh sighed and laeaned back against the sofa. "Gotta say, it's weird seeing you again. Your hair's... blonder." Britney grinned. "I've changed. A lot." "So are you a spy?" "Yes. I'm a spy." "See," Josh said, "you say that like you're being sarcastic but you could be telling the truth. "And you'll never know which." Britney grinned. She plucked at her damp shirt. "So, I don't suppose you have any extra shirts? This ones..." "Yeah. I'm sorry." Josh got up and went to a closet. "Or... no... I took everything up for the renovation. It's all upstairs." They listened to the weather and both silently decided they should stay in the basement. Josh looked back at her and removed his own shirt, tossing it aside. "Look. Not to sound like a tool, but you can take it off and I'll hang it up for you. I promise not to stare. Britney laughed as if she thought about it. "Promise? 'Cause if I agree to this I don't want you to think I'm easy." Josh turned and sat back down, looking at the television. "Promise." Britney eyed him and lifted her shirt. He was naked from the waist up and was showing off some pretty impressive abs. She had a white tank underneath that was little damp, but not bad. When she sat back down he glanced sideways at the flash of white and turned to see the tank. She winked. Josh laughed. "Oh, see and there you had me all nervous about how I was going to keep my eyes off a half naked girl. Alone. In my house." Britney smiled. "You were always the gentleman." Josh snorted. Fat lot of good that did me. You'd think that's what a girl wants." "Most girls do." Britney saw the resigned look on Josh's face. She said flatly, "Some girls are bitches who deserve their reputation." Josh nodded. "Sad thing is, in a small town like this, there's not many decent ones left. Married, kids... Some of the good ones moved away." He glanced her way. Britney thought now would be a good time to bring up why she was here. "Josh... how long has it been since you had a girl?" "A while." "I have an idea." Josh didn't say anything, but he did get a hopeful glint in his eye that all males do when a girl is about to suggest something that could possibly be naughty. "Like I said, I don't get much time off. Dating is pretty hard lately. Sometimes I just like to feel the weight of a person, you know? Be close... share a connection. And here we are stuck in a room by ourselves..." She didn't have to say anything else. Josh was on his feet, offering her a hand. "You sure?" he asked. Well he caught on awfully fast. Britney nodded and let Josh pull her up. He kissed her, gently at first, as if testing waters he had already swam in. Back in the eighth grade they had gotten as far as making out before they had broken it off for some silly teenage reason and neither had much to do with the other in high school. Josh had always been a good kisser, though. He plunged his tongue into Britney's mouth and massaged her own before letting her return the gesture. Her arms went up to his shoulders, gripping his muscular neck before her fingers dug into his hair. Large hands went around to her back and Britney was pulled closer to Josh as the kissed got even more heated. He massaged her back for an appropriate amount of time before a hand crept south to grip her jean-clad ass. Britney moaned a little as Josh's large hand cupped her cheek, the gesture grounding his hard-on against the juncture between her legs. He felt good. Damn good. And she was planning to have a good time tonight. Several good times. Britney backed up, gasping for air, and stared at Josh hungrily. He stared right back. She lifted her tanked over her head and tossed it to the side. This break gave her time to look at Josh's chest full on, her gaze making her want to taste his sun-kissed skin. When she went back to him, she bent over a little and sucked one of Josh's nipples into her mouth. He growled a little and she grinned. She felt like growling herself. That would come later. Britney left the nipple she had been sucking and went for the other. Meanwhile, Josh had a great view of her back and decided that it was time to unhook her bra since it was in view; she chuckled with his nipple between her teeth as she felt the fabric slacken. Josh gasped through his teeth when he felt hers, and took a step backwards to see his handy-work. Proud of her not-too-huge chest, she knew her breasts were a nice handful for most men and her nipples were a kissable pink color. Deciding to show off a little, she let the bra fall on its own, holding her hand out as the other tossed the material aside. Josh lifted his own and she took it, placing his palm on her breast. He rubbed his thumb across the hardening nub at the center and bent to let his tongue feel the other. Britney had him right where she wanted him. She'd always loved having her nipples sucked. Moaning a little at the feel of lips sucking at her, Britney leaned back a little and cupped the back of Josh's head, pressing him closer. He used this as an excuse to move over her, lowering her down to the couch. Britney kept her arms around Josh so they never broke contact. She also opened her legs so his body would nestle into hers, his jean-covered cock pressing against her most sensitive areas. It didn't quite reach there though, since Josh's torso was long and he was still lapping at her tit. Josh switched, grasping the nipple he had just sucked with his fingers and pulling a little, just enough to sting. Britney yelped and wiggled beneath him, making him chuckle then nip at her playfully as she had done to him. When he looked up at her, it was that moment of silence where two people who have never gone down this path offer a second to say if they want to keep going. Oh, God, did she want to keep going. Her response to him was to lift her hips into his chest, rubbing her jeans against his skin. He smiled like she was offering him a birthday present. Wind howling above them, they were both oblivious to the weather as Josh started to unbutton her jeans and tug on the zipper. Britney had worn matching panties, so Josh was staring at a grayish purple thong with a hint of lace; not that he had taken time to admire the bra that went with it. She lifted her hips again so Josh could pull her jeans down. He didn't touch her underwear, which she thought was odd until he buried his nose in them and inhaled. She'd never had a man want to sniff her so badly. It made her tingle all over, both from being startled and a bit excited. Britney spread her legs a little more, her hand going back to Josh's head to tangle her fingers in his hair. He finally hooked his own fingers around her waistband and pulled. Down and away her panties went, replaced quickly by Josh's tongue which covered her entire sex before lapping up to circle her clit. Britney practically screamed with release. Not an orgasm, that was on it's way, but a celebration at having a man between her thighs - where a man hadn't been in quite some time. She put her other hand on the arm of the sofa and moaned as Josh's tongue explored her. She was wet. More than she thought possible since they had moved so quickly, and Josh was lapping at her like he just discovered his favorite candy. She blushed a little; she had heard of men who thoroughly enjoyed eating a girl's pussy, she'd never come across one until now. Josh plunged his tongue deep inside her and Britney bucked, starting to feel a wave of pleasure rushing toward her; she was ready to let it wash over her whenever her body decided it was time. Josh was doing wonderful things with his tongue, even some moves that simply startled her. When he inserted a finger and curled it as his lips clamped down on her clit, Britney was sucked under a wave of pleasure so quickly that she barely had time to brace herself before her body flung her to the surface ride the orgasm. She pressed Josh's face against her pussy reflexively, holding him to her as he stroked her through a sea of ecstasy. She screamed a moan as she came, her legs clamping around his head as she bucked beneath his wonderful mouth. Josh attacked her relentlessly. When she was coming down to float on the surface of reality, he inserted another finger and doubled his attack on her with his tongue. He tugged at her insides with this digits as if he was dialing her own personal number and it wasn't long before she was breathing heavy with anticipation once more. "Oh, God.. Josh... what are you... how do you know... oh, God, don't stop! Please! Please... I'm going to.... your fingers are... oh, fuck.... I'm going to... Unh!" An endless stream of fragmented statements and thoughts left her mouth as Josh shoved her over the edge once more. Hadn't she proposed they do this just moments before? He brought her pleasure faster than she thought possible without a little foreplay, and it made Britney sad to think she could have had this experience when she still lived here. But she had been a different person then, and he probably didn't have these skills yet. "Oh, God." She said, coming down after her second orgasm. Josh kissed his was up Britney's stomach, pausing momentarily to flirt with her navel before continuing up to latch on to one of her breasts. She lay here, well pleasured and beaming from an orgasm as Josh let her body experience the aftershocks. The wind blew above them, hard enough to make them both pause. They stared at the ceiling as they listened but when Britney looked back down at Josh his eyes were full of hunger that no storm would deter. He sat up, easily pulling her with him, and fell back against the sofa. "Should I get-" "No," Britney answered quickly, wrapping her hand around his hard length and shivering with anticipation. "We don't need it." She accentuated her statement but positioning him at her entrance and immediately impaling herself on his cock. "Brit, what do you... agghhhh...." Josh made a very pleasurable noise of relief usually reserved for the male orgasm but he didn't come. Thank God. He leaned back and let Britney settle over him before threading his fingers roughly into her hair and pulling her in for a kiss. She tasted herself on him and the flavor of sex made her rock her hips instinctively, grinding her pussy down hard onto Josh's rock hard manhood. Josh let his hands fall down to her breasts before they went even further south to cup her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh to pull her against him with each rocking movement. They stayed in that position, Josh's cock sheathed deep inside Britney as she wrestled her tongue with his. She never thought she would even lightly kiss him during such a random act, but Josh was such a damn good kisser and she wanted more. Britney broke free with a gasp for air and rose on her knees, pulling him from her. Just as the tip of his manhood was about to leave her, she dropped, letting gravity slam her back down his length. Josh groaned. "Yeah," he said, gripping her hips and helping her move, "Just like that." He bit his lip. Britney couldn't help herself; she wanted to bite his lips too. So she did. Something about her biting him threw Josh into a frenzy because the next thing she knew she was being hoisted into the air and slammed back into the couch as Josh shifted to position himself over her. She giggled with exhilaration before he recaptured her mouth and plunged his cock deep into her, shoving to the hilt. Britney gasped at the feeling. Josh was a good size, not too long but a little thicker than she was used to. The friction his cock produced as he caressed her inner walls was intoxicating. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back, raking them up his flesh and making him growl into her mouth. She inhaled at the possessive noise and felt her body tingle with nerves of fear and excitement. She liked it when a partner went caveman on her. Wicked Weather Continues This is the second part of a random story I started a few days ago and it takes off where the other left off. Enjoy! * Britney had dosed a little while she waited, and was shocked when a hand tickled her hairline and forehead. She jerked awake and scuttled back on the couch in shock when she saw Josh in the dim light of the basement; she had found a dimmer-switch to ease the brightness of the room while she slept. "Easy," he said. "It's me." "I see that," she said, irritated that she slept so hard that she didn't hear him come in. Then she saw him. "Are you naked?" "As promised." "I didn't make you promise to be naked." Britney was still a little confused as her brain tried to wake up fully. "This storm is shorter. I'll have to leave again soon." Josh stood and she got an eyeful of how ready he was for that repeat performance. Britney's eyes widened and Josh grinned, saying, "Come with me." He held his hand out and she took it, letting him pull her up. Josh ran his finger under Britney's shirt and pulled, wordlessly stripping her down to her bra and panties. Britney was quivering with excitement since she knew what this man could do to her body and she started to back away from the hungry glint in his eye. He followed her movement with one of his own. God bless dominant men. In bed. She added, thinking if he tried to pull this dominance stuff with her in her work place she would have ended it right away. For the moment, however, she was keen to draw out the predator in him and she dashed for the stairs - which she had no intention of ascending. Josh grabbed her around her waist and she screamed, inserting a giggle to let him know she was okay with roughhousing. He lifted her and headed to the wall at the base of the stairs. There, he spun her to face him and conquered her lips, her tongue, her breath. Britney wasn't the type to say "Please sir, don't hurt me," but she did make a noise that was slightly victim-ish. Of course, she was kind-of kissing him back so she had to remind herself to let him take charge. Oh boy. Taking charge... yeah... that was what he did alright. Josh lifted one of Britney's legs and hooked his hand under her knee, pressing his hard shaft against the juncture between her legs. Only the thin - very thin - fabric of her panties kept them from touching skin to skin and she could feel the effect tingling in the small bundle of nerves getting teased. "Mmmm... I've been hard for the last hour just thinking about you here." He kissed her earlobe. "Trapped in my basement." He kissed her other earlobe, sucking it between his teeth. "Defenseless as the storm raged." He kissed her mouth again, his tongue plunging between Britney's lips as she fought for control over the quakes her body kept making, to her embarrassment. "Anxious to be fucked," Josh finished with a flourish, His hand grasping one of her breasts in his large hand. Oh, fuck this was good. Maybe she was anxious. She couldn't quit shaking and he was driving her crazy with his words and touches. It was because he didn't know her well enough. No man who really knew her would dare talk to Britney this way and the thought that Josh would made her wonder if she couldn't plan another visit to mommy and daddy soon. Josh let her leg drop but it stayed in place, hooking around his waist. He used his hands to raise Britney's bra above her breasts, exposing her to the air and his mouth. His lips sucked in a hard nipple while his hand fondled the other, flicking the pink tip and pinching and pulling as his tongue worked in unison. Britney wanted to clamp her legs shut but Josh had planted himself there very firmly and was even starting to rock a little at the contact. She had her hands braced on his shoulders, and as she watched him work her breasts, she couldn't help digging her fingers through his thick hair. The benefit to being dominated in this way, it seemed, was being able to relax and let your partner do all the work. She hated the times she had to do all the work, but that was her. For Josh, doing all the work seemed to be driving him into a frenzy of pleasure. She would have to repay him. Watching him, Britney realized she hadn't repaid Josh for all the "work" he had done earlier. That was rude of her, since she was a guest in his house after all. She grinned wickedly and dropped her leg from Josh's waist. When he looked up from the breast he was feeding on, Britney turned that wicked grin on him and sank to her knees between him and the wall, taking him in her hand before he could step away or protest. It was convenient that he was already naked, so it made it easier to suck the tip of him into her mouth. "Brit...ney... uhn... what are you... oh, fuck, your mouth feels good." He caved easily. Britney grinned around the swollen head, letting it pop out of her mouth before running her tongue down the based and back up to tease the tiny hole at the tip. She flicked her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was already starting to bead at the top of Josh's shaft and grasped the hard length of him with her hand, letting it pump a few times before her lips closed around the head once more. Josh groaned, cupping her head with his hand. His sudden vulnerability at her decision to suck his cock let Britney know that his dominate side was simple bedroom play. Oh, God, did she ever want more of this. It was just enough to drive her wild. Made her want to do crazy things. Britney couldn't deep-throat -- her gag reflex was too strong -- but she made up for it with other skills. She turned her head back and forth, twisting with her lips while her tongue roamed over Josh's cock, stroking, tickling, and tasting. Her head suddenly dropped down, her mouth taking as much of him in as possible without choking. She gagged a little but withdrew, sucking as she pulled up then plunging back down again, repeating the action over and over until she settled into a steady bobbing motion. Josh was having a hard time not pumping into her mouth; occasionally Britney could feel his hips thrust forward as she worked him. Grabbing his ass with her hands, she dug her fingers into the flesh of his cheeks and pulled him toward her until her head was pressed back against the wall. She then pushed a little at his hips and pulled him forward again. It didn't take another push for Josh to understand; he leaned forward and moved his hips, fucking her mouth as she sucked and licked. A few times he went a little too far and she gagged, but he backed off each time before resuming. She may have been a little too good at what she was doing to do it in this position; she'd be deep-throating soon even if she didn't want to. It was driving Josh wild. He finally pulled out, gasping, his body shuddering as he squeezed his eyes shut for... what... control? When he opened them again, he eyed her with even more hunger if that was possible. Josh grabbed her and threw her on the stairs, whipping her panties from her legs before spreading her knees with his hands and diving between her legs. "Ungh...Josh...Oh!" Britney almost backed away from the ferocious look on his face, but she was transfixed by how he had gone straight for her pussy, his tongue plunging between her engorged lips and sucking in the moisture that had pooled between her legs before she even knew what Josh intended. Her panties were gone. Now he was sucking her. It was the oddest sensation, the force pulling her insides toward his mouth. He released her only to plunge his tongue back inside her to swirl it around, his teeth lightly scraping her clitoris to make her squirm. Her arms splayed out on the staircase and Britney arched her back as Josh drove her to the edge. He tortured and teased her clit, making her pant with the effort of holding back the oncoming storm. He released her and nipped at her inner thigh as he sank a finger inside her and curled it, withdrawing it and inserting two. He curled them over and over in a quick, stroking motion that had her flailing her arms and legs as she fought to get away and closer at the same time. Josh was relentless. Britney couldn't have stopped the orgasm from taking her even if she wanted to. She moaned and stiffened, her head thrown back onto a step and her body giving up its control to the heavenly rush of ecstasy pulsing through her. Britney fell. Josh took her down, down, down, into a chasm of bliss her body couldn't handle; like a drug that overpowers your control. Britney barely noticed as Josh slid his cock inside her, his hips rocking against her as his hard length stroked the last sensations of her orgasm from her. To emerge to such a hum throughout her body, Britney could only melt, her arms and legs falling limp beneath the hovering, moving body above her. Each time her body fired off aftershocks, her pussy would clamp around Josh's shaft. It was like he was coaxing her back to the world of the conscious; letting her feel each twinge of pleasure while wrapped around him. He was nibbling at her shoulder, teasing her skin as he caressed her inner walls with his length. It was a caress, as steady as the waves hitting a beach, in and out, in and out; the sensation wasn't abrasive to her relaxed state, but it jumpstarted her nerves as they started to pick up on the movement. Britney shifted and looked up into Josh's eyes. He moved over her; watching her as she came to. It wasn't like a blackout - no, she had known everything that was going on - but he could have done anything to her while she was recovering and she wouldn't have cared. No man had ever delivered an orgasm like that to her. She smiled. "Welcome back," he murmured. Josh leaned down and kissed her gently before raising back up and starting to move faster inside her. Again. She wanted that bliss again, her body was telling her, and suddenly the energy that had left her - when her mind went to pleasureland - came back full force. She wrapped her legs around Josh's hips and guided his free hand to her breast -- she liked the way he palmed her. He chuckled and picked up even more speed, his cock slamming into her as she caressed his chest. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with more heat. They continued on this way for only a moment before Josh stood up, pulling Britney with him and returning her to the wall. A good thing too because at the rate he was going she could have gotten some serious rug-burn. "Your body is amazing," Josh murmured, using the wall to brace them and lifting Britney's leg as he had done earlier. "Outside," he grunted, his hand guiding his cock back inside her, "and inside." He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, his teeth finding her earlobe and biting down just before sucking away the sting. Britney looked down and saw Josh impale her over and over again; his words might have seemed a little cheesy were she not in this position, so as it was, they made her even more turned on. She could feel his length stroking her inner walls, the ridges of his shaft caressing her swollen flesh to a fever pitch that was sure to drive her over another precipice. When she gasped at her nerves reacting to his movement, Josh reached down between them and thumbed her clit, making her whimper and moan even more. She held on tight as he drove her on, pounding into her and trying to concentrate on her clit as they moved. It was awkward -- he was quite a bit taller than her -- but the stimulation and erotic stance they took against the wall was enough to drive her over. Britney screamed her pleasure once more. Josh picked her up, making her wrap her legs around him as she rode her orgasm and milked his cock. It wasn't as mind-blowing as the one that preceded it but it was still good, and left her wanting more, knowing more would come; Josh wasn't through with her yet. With no bed to lay on, Josh pulled from Britney and dropped to the ground, holding onto her fingers enough to pull her down too. With her legs as limp as they were from her orgasm, she had no trouble falling into his waiting arms as he steadied her above him. It looked as if she were going for a ride. Britney straddled Josh eagerly, impaling herself once more on his hard cock. She savored the fullness inside her before she began to move, her almost-numb legs flexing each time she rose over Josh and slid back down his shaft. His hands rose to cup her breasts, and she began to rock her hips, grinding herself onto him in a movement that saved her strength but still provided pleasure for them both. She repeated this movement, first grinding against him then bouncing up and down his length when her legs allowed, until she felt another thrill rushing toward her. "I'm... I'm going to..." Britney gasped. "Oh, God... I'm going to come again!" Josh rose up onto his elbows and she met him halfway, kissing him and sucking his tongue into her mouth. Rising up even further, Josh was at such a great angle that Britney could rub her clit against the skin above his shaft. It didn't take long for her orgasm to hit and she moaned into the kisses his sensuous lips gave her, his mouth absorbing her pleasured hums as her body shook above him and her walls clamped around him. Josh grunted and collapsed beneath her when her orgasm left her. She laid there, breathing heavily, the few curls of hair on his chest tickling her cheeks as she recovered and Josh tried to hold back his own climax again. He was working himself into an explosive orgasm, saving it for later when he finally let himself go, Britney thought. She was getting to the point where she thought it was time he had one; she already had three, the same as last time, and her whole body was exultant as her strength began to wane. Britney climbed off him and he raised up on an elbow, his face questioning her move. "I want you behind me again," she purred, her body even stretching like a cat's as she flirted physically within his line of sight. She had her ass sticking in the air, her nipples brushing the carpet as her arms stretched out before her. Britney grinned wickedly at Josh and his mouth might have opened a little more before he sat up and moved toward her. Beaming with triumph, she struck the sluttiest pose she could think and felt his hand slide over her ass and down her back. They both groaned as he entered her slowly, the hardness of his shaft from two close calls making it rub intrusively at her tender lips, each inch of depth driving her into an animalistic heat. She wanted more. "Fuck me, Josh," Britney said brazenly, surprising even herself. "Give me all you want to give me and more." Josh didn't reply. Maybe he was in shock, she couldn't see; she didn't want to look at him just yet. Instead, she would let him gaze down her back, the feel of her pussy wrapped around his manhood the only focus. He began rocking, the movement building quickly to the hard pounding she had asked for. Britney winced a little when he hit her deeper and deeper, but the sensations were so exciting that it made her feel even hotter. She wanted Josh to lose himself in her. She wanted him distracted. She wanted him to come so hard he couldn't control himself. Like she had done earlier. "Yeah, oh... just like that!" she said, trying a little dirty talk to edge him further toward climax. "Fuck me, hard. Ughn....yeah... oh... I want ... I need... your cum. Josh, please... Come inside me, please... fuck me hard!" Okay she wasn't sure if that was weird or erotic so she left the rest to the natural moaning sounds she was making with each of Josh's thrusts. Josh had grunted a response, a rumble of dominance in his throat that made her a little nervous. And more thrilled. He was fucking her so hard now his balls were slapped at her clit, stirring her tired nerves once again. Britney gasped and looked back at Josh to see that he had indeed lost himself in his pleasure of her. Their eye contact made it more intense and he banged her even harder, reaching around to again rub at the bundle of nerves that were sure to give her what she craved. This man was relentless in his attempts to give her pleasure while he took his own. Britney faced him the whole time he stroked her, offering him every moment of pleasure that passed over her face because of what he was doing to her body. That act alone seemed to drive him mad with lust. She braced herself on her hands and Josh grabbed her shoulder to use as leverage for each thrust, slamming against her so loudly she was glad they were in a basement where no one could hear. He continued to pound his cock inside her over and over until he suddenly yanked her up and pulled her to him the way he had earlier. She bent her head to the side, resting her head on his shoulder as his fingers continued to tease her clit and his other hand grasped her breast. Britney came. Hard. She convulsed and squeezed her legs together around his, locking them in place. Josh yelled as he came with her and clamped his teeth down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He didn't draw blood, though, and in her frenzy, Britney managed to grunt out, "Do it. I want it." She paused for a thrust. "Bite me." Josh seemed to stutter of the idea because he simply stayed where he was for a second before he removed his teeth. Britney gasped, thinking he was stopping, but in the next instant she felt his teeth sink into her skin. Josh spasmed as the last of his cum unloaded into Britney, his teeth embedded in her neck. They both stayed upright but Josh released her and sank back to sit onto his feet, dragging Britney with him. His arms were wrapped around her now, both clasped at her middle, and he was resting his head against the back of hers. Britney felt the trickle of blood draining down her chest but neither of them moved. "I'm sorry," Josh said. Britney didn't answer at first. She reached up and pressed a hand over the wound, a little shock coursing through her system. It wasn't like he had drank her blood, but he had bitten her hard enough to make her bleed a small, steady stream. "I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I'm okay." "No... you're not." Josh didn't bother moving. Britney thought she was probably crushing his legs and started to stand. "No!" Josh said, keeping her in her lap. "Don't move." "Why?" "I'm sorry. For biting you. But you have to stay... here." Britney turned her head to look at him. She eyed the stress on his face then glanced down at her bite wound. She could barely see it at that angle but she knew it would probably scar. "I'm okay. I'm not going to run screaming." She thought about reminding him that she had asked him to bite her but she thought that might be better left for him to remember on his own. "Here," he said, reaching for his shirt. It was enough out of his reach that he had to move, and Britney thought it odd that he insist that he stay inside her. It wasn't like he could get her pregnant... "I can't have children if that's what you're trying to do. I mean, I don't think you are, but it's not... I can't-" "That's not what I'm worried about. Trust me." "Then why not let me go?" "I can't." He sighed. Britney paused. "You can't? I like you Josh but you'll have to. I'm not sticking around." "I... uh... well about that too..." She started to pull away again and he held her tighter. "Brit, you can't move or you'll hurt yourself." Okay. That stopped her. "I have... you should know... why I... I shouldn't have bitten you." "I said that was okay. Josh, dammit, I even asked you to." Shit. "Yeah but I shouldn't have because... I just shouldn't have bitten you," He said, flustered. Josh suddenly shivered all over and he seemed to relax. "Okay you can move now." Wicked Weather Continues Britney turned to look at him again and eased off of him. His cock sipped from her as well as the fluids of their lovemaking and this time Josh didn't seem to care that it fell to the carpet. He looked at her and she could finally see the tension on his face. Oh. It was that easy. Britney smiled. "It's okay Josh. You don't have to tell me now. The storm's over and you have to go back again. You can tell me later. When you've collected your thoughts. Josh eyed her and seemed to nod slightly in thought. "Yeah. I gotta go... you just... I'll be back before the next storm hits." He jumped up and started throwing on his clothing a little less graceful than the last time Britney watched him dress. He was panicked. Rightly so. He's just bitten her. Hard. During sex. She just smiled at him and made no move to get dressed. "Can I use your shower?" "Yes. And the bite... you-" "I got it." "Sure?" "Yes." He huffed. "Okay... I just... there was lots of damage the last round so I'm not sure what we'll find and there's only so many of us." "Go. Save lives. Tell me later." He nodded, offered her a weak grin, and bolted for the stairs with his shoes in his hands and no shirt covering his upper body. Britney listened for a little while and sat there staring at the floor. She couldn't believe she'd gone through with it. The sex was fantastic but it was just a means to an end. Josh Quinn. She shook her head and stood, walking to the bathroom to look at the bite in the mirror. With the lights on, it looked worse. She would bruise, and it wasn't going to take just a Band-Aid to stop the bleeding. She would have to simply keep gauze over the wound for a while. It would suck to drive in this condition but she had to get back to her car and get on the road. Britney sighed as she watched Josh's shirt go back over the wound. She would take it with her as a souvenir. And she would send that note of thanks. She went to her bag and dug around to find her cell phone. Punching in a few memorized phone numbers, she waited voice came over the phone to direct her call; to any outsider it would seem like some sort of business. "642, Anthony Lancaster, please." The voice was Dorothy, one of the evening operators and a person who made her life hell until she saw Britney on a regular basis. Now Dorothy was a face Britney looked forward to seeing on her way into work. "He's not in. I'll patch you through to his cell." Britney wondered what was going on in her absence. "Tony." "It's Brit. I'm coming home." "Where have you been?" The voice on the other line sounded a little taken aback. Britney grinned. "I'll tell you when I see you. I'll probably need to ditch the car I drove in. Small town. Got anyone in the network here?" "Closest city?" "Knoxville." "Christ, Brit, what are you doing south of the border?" "Going to Dollywood. What do you think?" "You're too close to... well, whatever. I'm on my way." "Tony?" "Yeah?" "Why are you out of the office?" "I'll tell you when we meet up. Which direction are you coming?" "East." "I'm coming from the south. You have an ETA?" "Hour and a half?" There was silence on the other end and she knew why. "You wanna tell me why you're heading away from the mountains?" "I went home." "Shit." "It's been two years, Tony. You made a deal with my parents." "Yeah, yeah. I know. You moving yet?" "No." "What?" Tony's voice left the phone for a second and returned after a muffled conversation. "Change of plans. I'm sending Ian to get you. Head toward Lexington and he'll call you when he hits Knoxville. Do not stop. You good on gas?" "Of course." "Don't doddle. Be ready to impress me with your reason for sneaking away on your day off. During a tornado," he added. "I guess you survived that. Now you just gotta survive me." Anthony hung up and Britney stared at the phone. Ian? The new guy? Why was he with Anthony? And Anthony was south of Knoxville? She hated being out of the loop but that was the way of things. She was in trouble, sure, but not for long. She wondered what Anthony would say when she told him what she'd been up to. Now all she had to do was shower and get on the road. Britney felt sorry for Josh, wondering at the reaction he would have when he found out she was gone. She told him she was leaving. And she didn't tell him she would stay. He just thought she would because she said she was going to take a shower. Britney turned the knobs to get the water going and stepped in, letting the shirt fall to the floor. She wasn't bleeding too bad and she figured she should rinse the wound. As she washed, avoiding getting any soap near her bite-mark, she wondered if Josh would tell anyone about what he'd done. She prayed he was the kind of guy who would try to handle things first before seeking help; otherwise she would have to hurry before someone rang Josh's doorbell or simply let themselves in. Drying her hair the best she could in a hurry, Britney stuffed Josh's shirt under her own to hold it down. She looked like a hunchback as she gathered the rest of her stuff and pulled her hair back into a knot, moving stiffly to not aggravate the bite. She grabbed her bag and headed up the stairs, tip-toeing to the window to glance out into the neighborhood. She came here alone with a personal mission. Well, two personal missions if she included seeing her parents after two years away from home. Her tiny town had been home for so long and felt so safe despite the things she had been through. At twenty, Britney had the rest of her life plotted ahead of her by other people. People she trusted, like Anthony, and people who were going to put her in harm's way to keep others alive. She didn't mind it, since a regular life seemed boring in comparison, but her line of work had a higher death rate than most. She had needed an edge. A way to give her more authority as a young woman but also a way to get in with some of the clans in the Midwest. How was she to know that her hometown actually boasted a clan of its own? Once Britney was one of them, they would be more open to negotiations and she would become an important asset to her guild. It was her own idea, of course, one she didn't get permission for, and she didn't know it would be so easy. It's not like Anthony could tell her no now, not when she was bitten during a sexual act. Josh's reaction was proof she'd start feeling the change soon. There was no turning back. After all, once a werewolf, always a werewolf. * Thanks for reading this story! You'll see more of the characters eventually but for now please take time to vote for this quickie ;) Thanks! Wicked Weather Josh began fucking her with the confidence of a man who knew what he was doing. And man, did he know what he was doing. He slammed against her over and over, his hand grabbing her left breast roughly as he took control of her body. They both were moaning with pleasure each time his cock buried deep inside her and she couldn't help grasping his ass to feel him flex each time he surged forward. Britney grinned with satisfaction; she was a tight fit for Josh and he was definitely enjoying it. So was she. Oh, her toys gave her the same pleasure as the real thing, but they ended in a knot of plastic or a chord. There was no substitution for the weight of another human, or the stimulation of hearing that other person getting their pleasure on you. Time to change things. Britney grinned up at Josh and put her hands on his chest, starting to sit up. Josh slowed his pace then stopped and rose up over her, his cock slipping easily from her swollen, wet lips. Britney stood and kissed him, hard, before returning to the couch on her knees and bracing her elbows on the arm. Looking back over her shoulder, she arched her back and let her ass rise into the air, presenting Josh with her dripping sex and whole new position. Josh groaned. Before he took her again, he let his fingers find her clit and rubbed her gently. The area was tingling from its use before, and her body was already humming from two orgasms, so Britney groaned immediately. She held her position though, letting him see the pleasure take over her face as he touched her. She would come soon. Britney spread her legs a little as Josh toyed with her; she knew her scent was enveloping him. She moaned again as he dipped a finger inside her, stroking her walls several times before withdrawing the finger and sticking it into his mouth to suck her juices off. "Josh, please," she whimpered, practically wagging her ass to make him fill her again. "I need you inside me." Josh stared at her, his eyes intense. Without breaking the eye contact, he took his cock in his hand and guided it into her. Britney closed her eyes and moaned as she felt the head of his manhood dig deeper, but it stopped and she waited, heart thrumming, for the rest of him. When she looked back, she met Josh's eyes again and he slammed into her. The movement was rough, but it stroked her just right and she moaned again, her mouth opening in a round "O" as she did all she could to hold the gaze. Britney knew her cheeks were rosy with pleasure, and her body was humming for another orgasm, but she also knew he wanted her to watch him take her from behind. He wanted to dominate her. Wanted her to beg him to fuck her. She found she liked it. Britney had more power in her line of work so this submissive side was a big turn-on; she couldn't control what Josh did to her. She wanted him to pound her again as he had done when he was on top of her but instead, Josh teased her with his cock, pulling slowly out before pushing half way in, sawing his hard length in and out of her before plunging in all the way and pausing. The irregular movement was driving her crazy. Whimpering again with need, Britney knew Josh would like to hear her begging even if she didn't have words. She moved her hips, making her own body take him and after a few strokes she felt Josh still. He let her fuck him; let her move against him as he towered over her. She even met his eyes again, biting her own lip as she felt her nerves flutter with an oncoming orgasm each time she impaled herself on his hard shaft. Josh must have sensed her pleasure because he leaned forward and began moving with her, meeting her thrust for thrust. At first he hovered over her, his chest raking her back as they undulated together, but soon he straighten up, bringing Britney with him. Josh pressed his hand over her abdomen and increased his pace, grabbing her breast with his other hand. They were both upright, Britney pressed back against him, as his cock pounded inside her. "Touch yourself," Josh rasped. "Feel how wet you are." Technically Britney could feel how wet she was because she felt how easily Josh was stroking her inner walls with his cock. Thankfully wet... she was stretched so much she knew if she hadn't been so moist it would have hurt. She let her other hand trail down to the light patch of hair above her sex, her fingers dipping into the moist folds that were stretched around Josh's hard length. She felt him pulsing, slipping, in and out, and was fascinated - as most are in a moment of pondering the human body and how it does what it does. Her body was doing something wonderful to her mind just then, sending zings of pleasure like a wire short-circuiting. Sparks. Her nerves were anticipating another orgasm and she knew she wouldn't have to do much more to set them off. Britney let her fingers brush against her clitoris and she gasped, holding her fingers in place while Josh's movements did the rocking. His thrusts made her shiver with pleasure and she closed her eyes as the sensation began to spread. A moan slipped past her lips and her body began to celebrate another release. "Oh, fuck!" Josh exclaimed, his cock no doubt being squeezed by her inner walls as they flexed. He shoved her back down and began pounding her hard and fast. "Come... oh, fuck... come for me!" Britney took that as a cue to let her pleasure overwhelm her and she screamed her ecstasy when she climaxed. She gripped the arm of the sofa and held on through the fireworks of her orgasm and Josh's relentless pounding. A few more pumps and he was coming with her, his cock seeming to swell even more as he plunged deep into her for his own release. Josh roared as he emptied his load inside her, his thrusts slowing to jerky spasms of pleasure with each burst of cum. Britney was panting and coming back to reality as Josh finally stilled. He sort-of sagged on top of her, both their bodies crashing into the cushions. Britney's breath left her as his weight pinned her down but he quickly rolled them both so that they were laying side-by-side. She inhaled deeply, satisfaction tainting her every breath as her chest heaved from their exertion. Josh remained inside her, and to her surprise, wrapped his arms around her for a little cuddle session. It was sweaty, but nice, and definitely not what she expected from a guy she barely knew. But she did know Josh. She'd grown up with him and knew more than he probably thought she did. He wasn't exactly a stranger, which is why she didn't pull away immediately when Josh held her close and didn't leave her body. They lay there, listening to the tail end of the storm; a storm they had completely ignored during their sexual escapade. The basement was cool enough to be comfortable but their sweat was starting to make Britney squirm. She started to pull away. "Don't," Josh said, pulling her back to him. "Stay." "Really? I mean..." "Yes. Really. Stay put," he said, stroking her stomach. "Just relax." "Okay..." Britney could still feel him inside her and she thought it was strange that he wasn't shrinking a little from his release. She wondered if he was the kind of guy who stayed hard enough for a second round. They lay there, listening to the weather man as he gave them three hours before the next wave of storms hit. According to the Doppler radar, they were out of the worst of it. People were sending pictures in to show watchers what the storm was looked like as it moved across the tristate. There was a funnel cloud the weatherman was calling a two, but they had even more on the way. Josh sighed and nuzzled her neck. "Good idea." Britney giggled. "Yeah. Yay me." Josh chuckled and grazed his teeth against the nape of her neck, making her shiver. "That might have been just what I needed. Is it too weird if I say thank you?" Britney turned to look at him. "Well you'd just get it back. I mean... three orgasms are definitely worth a thank you card in the mail. So check your box in the next few weeks." Josh seemed to grow quiet and Britney cursed herself inwardly. She just reminded him she wasn't going to be sticking around. Josh was more of a hometown boy so there was no way he'd be following her to her next destination so it was a sobering thought that they might not see each other for a while... or ever. "When do you leave?" Josh asked. "Tonight... tomorrow... whenever." "I'll have to go out and check the damage." He was referring to something he would no doubt be doing the moment they separated. "Would you... do you want to stay here during the next storm?" Britney thought about her purpose for coming home. Josh had been an unexpected surprise. Three unexpected surprises. She grinned wickedly. "Only if you plan on a repeat performance when you return." Josh shivered all over. He buried his face in her hair and moaned a little; she wanted to laugh. His arms squeezed her before he finally slipped from her and sat up. Britney was going to do the same but Josh held her down. "Wait," he said, getting up and crossing to a closed door that turned out to be a bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth wrapped around his cock, his hand moving as he cleaned himself off. Britney started to wonder if he was going to hand her the cloth - and for some reason was a little put off by getting the seconds - when Josh knelt down and spread her legs, cleaning her off himself. Okay, well, since they did just share fluids she guessed they could share a washcloth. Especially if he wanted to do the pampering. "Stand." It was something of an order but Britney stood anyway, and even gasped a little when Josh teased a finger up inside her. He glanced up at her to see what her reaction would be and when they made eye contact he even brushed his thumb across her clit. She jerked and he chuckled. "Tease," she said, watching him remove his finger with a lot of his cum coating his skin. Josh wiped her again, giving her shivers, then kissed her inner thigh and stood. He leaned in and inhaled her scent as she stared up at him, taking every movement in. Britney was in a little bit of awe being this close to him, even after what they had just done. Josh grinned and walked back to the bathroom. He closed the door so she figured she would dress while she waited. When he emerged, he grabbed his pants and slid them on, glancing at the television. "It'll be bad outside but I'll have to take shelter during the worst of it. If I get trapped somewhere... just... please don't leave until I see you again." He looked so damn good in nothing but jeans and she found herself nodding without thinking. "And don't shower." He approached her and kissed her short, but deep. "I want to smell myself on you when I come home." Britney flushed and nodded again. When Josh left, she listened as his truck backed down his driveway and pulled out onto the street. She wondered how bad it was upstairs. Britney went up and looked out Josh's windows, seeing limbs down in the neighborhood yards and a few things that the storm had blown into the street but everything seemed to be fine. She returned to the basement, to her bag, and pulled out a small, bound notebook. Thumbing through the pages she looked over the names until she found Quinn, Josh. She settled back onto the couch and began to read.