7 comments/ 30068 views/ 38 favorites 1. Racing From Love Ch. 10-12 By: inspirixis1 CHAPTER TEN The sun was high and beams of light came streaming through the canopy of pine needles above them as Emma and Sam rested on a huge granite boulder. It was the beginning of the summer and they were high up in the mountains, headed towards a lake, not the little lake with the cave, a new lake that they'd found on the map. 'So you'll be gone from the 20th through when?' Emma asked. 'The 29th, it's a Tuesday.' Sam had gone to the national selections and had made the US swim team, he was going to the world titles in July. 'And you're swimming the 400 IM and the 200 Fly?' 'Yeah, can you believe it?' 'I can believe it,' she said lightly. 'I wish I could come with.' Sam tilted her head to look at her, 'I know, me too.' He smiled at her, 'You know you are the only reason I made selection, you're an amazing coach.' She smiled back, 'You're welcome. Come on, lets find this lake.' She got up and swung her pack onto her back. 'Are you sure you don't want me to take some of your weight?' Sam was concerned about her leg, this was the first time she'd been backpacking on it. 'Ha, you can hardly keep up as it is fat boy!' she replied. When they found the lake it was beautiful, deep blue water with a small feeder stream at one end and a sheer face of granite along one side. Sugar pines were dotted about its banks among big granite boulders. It was totally deserted, that was the good thing about going off trail. They dumped their packs and searched through them until they found their pack towels and stripped off to their underwear to swim. The water was so clear. Emma walked in up to her waist then dove in, the cool water caressing her body as she lazily glided along. She laid on her back and kicked along the side of the lake bounded by the cliff face. The ripples she was making bounced off the side of the rock and threw reflections onto its shadowed surface. It felt so good to be out in the wilderness again. She turned over and looked around for Sam. He wasn't far away, he was on his back staring up at the sky. She moved over to him as stealthily as she could. When she was just a few feet away she made her move, she launched out of the water and on top of him, pushing him down into the water. They both came up laughing, he turned over and dunked her under, but she kept a hold of his shoulders. He could easily have overpowered her but he played along and went under with her. Emma kept hold of his shoulders so that when he came up for air she was right in front of him. She tightened her grip around his neck, pulling herself in to his hard body. She couldn't take the waiting anymore. She wasn't sure what Sam had meant when he told her that he loved her, he might have meant he loved her as a sister, but she had to know. She pressed herself against his chest and wrapped her legs around his hips. She was looking straight into his eyes. His hands came up to her back. Her heart was racing, she wanted this so badly. Her pussy was aching from want, her nipples were hard little nubs pushing into his chest. She could feel Sam's cock growing and pressing against her. Sam couldn't believe what was happening, he had assumed that he would have to explain to Emma how he felt, to reassure her and try and make her understand him. Now she was pressing her body up against him in a blatantly suggestive way and he was so turned on. His cock was straining at his underwear despite the cold water. His heart was pounding as he leaned in to kiss her, the desire in his heart making him feel giddy. His lips were overly sensitive and when they met hers the heat that flowed between them was almost painful, sending waves of electricity straight to his cock. He had forgotten how amazing her lips were. When they were little kids they used to kiss when they were playing house and he realized that he'd missed those big soft pillowy lips, and he needed them now like he needed to breathe. He closed his eyes and lost himself kissing her, letting his mouth open just a little to suck on her lower lip, then exploring her mouth. Meeting her tongue for the first time, letting her explore his mouth, teasing and tantalizing his body. He slowly pulled back and kissed her broad cheeks and forehead. He looked into her eyes. 'Emma, I'm so in love with you,' he told her. She held his gaze, 'I've always been in love with you Sam,' she reached up and guided his head back down to kiss her again. Sam tightened his grip around her and carried her out of the water, setting her down on his pack towel on the shore. The ground was soft and sandy beneath them. He kissed her again, he couldn't get enough of her mouth. He leaned back and looked at her. Her hair was in hundreds of tiny braids that fanned out across the sand. Her brown skin was smooth and dark beside the white sand. Her muscles were toned, but she still retained a thin layer of fat around her belly, that was soft and alluring. She reached behind her and undid her bra, allowing her small round breasts to quiver softly as she laid back down. Sam groaned, 'Oh Emma, you're so beautiful.' He kissed her neck and chest, making his way down to her breasts. When he got there he was amazed at how beautiful they were, such softness didn't belong on this earth. He kissed and licked the flesh until he made his way to the nipple, where he suckled. Emma was sighing softly. He brought a hand to the breast that was free from his mouth and gently squeezed, she gasped. He continued kissing her skin, meanderingly slowly from one breast to the other, then down to her hips, which were moving rhythmically. She had just the slightest bulge of fat over the top of her little cotton panties, which was so sexy to him. He kissed the softness of her belly while he removed her underwear. Her legs fell open for him and he groaned when he finally saw her pussy. Her lips were swollen and her little clitoris was poking out, it was beautiful. He kissed her soft black pubic hair, and licked his way along her naked outer lips. Emma's sighing increased to a kind of whining as her hips moved up to meet his tongue. Her fingers entwined in his short hair, gently pulling and pushing in time with her grinding hips. He lapped at her lips and sucked lightly on her clitoris as his hands stroked her thighs. God she was beautiful. He used his thumbs to open her outer lips and the sight of her wet entrance made him moan again. He leaned in a tasted her, her salty juices intoxicating him. He gently licked the insides of her pussy lips, amazed at how soft and delicate her skin was there. Sam was incredibly aroused by her pussy, it was so perfect. Her inner lips were small and delicate and even in their swollen state fit neatly inside her outer lips. There was the most graceful curve to her outer labia as it arched up to accentuate her clitoris, which nestled just below a small mound of curly black pubic hair. He returned to lapping around her clitoris, moistening it with a mixture of his saliva and her slippery fluids. Emma was sighing and moaning, her back arched and her hips rocked back and forth, presenting her open pussy to him like a gift. He couldn't hold back any longer, he needed to have her, to move inside her, she was so wet. He sat back and pulled off his underwear. Emma was watching him, staring at his cock. He couldn't read her face, maybe she was frightened, he knew this would be her first time. He brought his face back up to hers and kissed her again. He could give her more time if she needed it. 'Oh Sam, I've wanted this for so long,' she said breathlessly. He was kissing her face, 'Are you scared baby?' 'No, I want you, I need you inside of me,' she breathed. He continued kissing her face and neck, he suck gently on her ear lobe. She was panting grinding her hips against him. 'Please Sammy,' her voice was shaky. He moved his face back over hers and looked deep into her dark brown eyes, 'Please,' she asked again. He sat back on his knees and lined his cock up with her pussy, and pushed it slowly inside. Emma gasped. He lowered himself back over her. God she felt good. Sam could feel how smooth the walls of her pussy were, they were warm and slick and tight, she felt amazing. He stroked her face and she opened her eyes. 'Are you okay?' He asked. 'Mmmm' was her only answer as she started to rock her hips so that his cock slid in and out of her a small amount. 'Ahhhh' she sighed and she tiled her head back. He kissed her neck and started to move his hips in time with hers to increase the amount he was sliding in and out of her by. Sam's cock had never experienced such pleasure before, the skin on it could feel the warmth of her, the wetness along the contours of her pussy, while the muscle felt the sweet massage of squeezing itself in and out of her tight little vagina. He was watching her face contort in pleasure, her mouth was opened just slightly and she was panting and moaning. He didn't know how long he would be able to last, he could already feel the tension building in his balls. He sat back up on his knees and watched his milky white cock disappear in and out of her smooth brown pussy. He scanned over Emma's body, her narrow hips giving way to the soft curve of her waist, her round breasts jiggling ever so slightly with his thrusts, her beautiful face flushed with desire. He'd never seen anything so erotic before. From this angle his cock was pushing against the belly-side wall of her pussy, where he knew her pleasure center was. He allowed himself longer strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back into her depths. The head of his cock was rubbing directly against the top wall of her pussy, he could feel the ripples of her muscles across his sensitive skin. She was watching him. He stroked around her swollen clitoris and she moaned, he rubbed and pinched it lightly and she laid her head back down, her eyes rolling back into her head with pleasure. Her hips were moving rhythmically in time with his, but now they were more urgent, he picked up the tempo and allowed himself to be a little rougher with her, thrusting into her with more force. She looked like she was getting close. He laid one hand between her breasts, as the other continued to pinch and rub her clit. He could feel her heart beating quickly. He wanted to finish close to her, so he laid himself back on top of her, he slid one arm under her shoulder and held the back of her head in his hand. His face was right in front of hers, 'Emma, look at me,' she complied, opening her eyes and gazing straight into his. His lips brushed back and forth over hers, not so much kissing as breathing into each other and feeling her moans enter his body. God, he was so close but he needed to wait for her. She was moaning his name into his mouth, he'd never heard anything so amazing in his life, it was all the encouragement he needed to start pumping her pussy faster. Her brow crinkled and her moans turned into little high pitched sighs that got louder and more insistent, she was right on the verge of coming. Sam never took his eyes from hers as he heard her let out a final cry and felt her pussy spasm around his cock as he poured his cum into her depths. Emma wrapped her arms and legs around him and held onto him tightly. He had semi-collapsed, his legs had given out but he was still holding himself up from crushing her with his arms. Her heart was still beating quickly and she could feel her pussy twitching and contracting around him as her orgasm dissipated. She couldn't believe how amazing that had felt, and how right it felt to be here like this with Sam. His head had fallen down into her hair, his lips were beside her ear and she heard him whisper 'Emma, I love you so much.' Suddenly her emotions overtook her and she felt tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Sam must have felt her breathing change and lifted his head to look at her. 'Shh, baby, what's wrong?' he asked, his voice full of concern. His thick thumbs stroked away her tears, 'Did I hurt you?' Emma shook her head, 'No, I'm happy. I feel so close to you.' Sam kissed her broad nose, 'I know, it feels so right doesn't it?' She nodded and lifted her head to kiss his lips. He rolled over, pulling her with him so that she was laying on top of him. Her head rested on his chest, the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest entranced her, she had never felt anything so real in her life. He had one hand buried in her hair while the other stroked her back. She was in heaven. After a few minutes she felt his softened cock slip out of her. His heart rate and breathing had slowed. She could feel the wetness on her pussy lips, a mixture of her juices and Sam's cum slowly sliding out of her. The sun was warm on her back and the breeze rustled through the pines. Comforted by the steady beating of Sam's heart, she was completely at ease. She was just starting to drift off to sleep when he started talking. 'Em, when did you last have your period?' he asked. 'Huh?' did she just hear right? 'You know, your menstrual cycle, when was the last time?' 'Well that's really romantic,' she teased, lifting her head to look at him. He was smiling, holding his head up to look down at her. He brushed her braids back off her face, 'It's just that I came inside you, I want to know how worried we should be, it wouldn't be very good timing to get you pregnant... not right now, anyway. If you're in the middle of your cycle we should think about getting the morning after pill.' His words were serious but his face and body didn't convey any worry or stress at all, he looked totally content. Emma felt shy, she wasn't used to talking about this sort of thing. 'Don't worry, I'm on the pill.' 'You are?' He seemed surprised. 'Yeah, after what you told me at nationals I was kind of hoping that this might happen.' Sam grinned at her. 'Clever girl.' Emma felt her lips turn up in a broad grin. 'What?' Sam asked. 'You want to get me pregnant?' 'Mmmm, eventually.' he laid his head back down again and looked up at the sky. 'I want to have kids, don't you? Don't you want to have little brown Sam juniors and Emma juniors running around?' 'You've really thought about this haven't you?' She was surprised, Sam wasn't really the type to make plans, and here he was talking about having kids with her. 'Of course I've thought about it. You don't honestly think that I would make love to you if I didn't intend on sticking around do you?' He was right, she knew Sam wasn't that sort of guy, 'I guess not, I just didn't realize how far you had been thinking ahead.' Sam sat up so that Emma was now sitting in his lap. He pushed her back by her hips so that she was sitting on his thighs near his knees. 'Emma, we should have talked about this before going to bed together.' He was serious all of a sudden. 'With us there is no halfway, it's got to be all or nothing. That's why it took me so long to tell you that I love you, because this isn't some fling that we can forget about and go on with our lives.' She knew he was right, if they got together and then broke up it would tear their family apart. She wanted to tell him all of the things she'd kept to herself all these years. 'You know when we were little and we used to play house? You would pretend to be dad and I would be mom? Well that was always my favorite game and when you got sick of it and didn't want to play it anymore I never forgot how much I loved it.' He was watching her carefully. 'Hmmm, but this is real Em, it's not a game.' 'I know, let me finish. When I was old enough to understand what a family is, I would tell mom, 'One day Sam and I will live in a house and have babies of our own', and she would laugh and say, 'No, no Emma, Sam is your brother'. But things have always been different for me, I know that mom and dad really do believe that I'm their kid and in a lot of ways I am, but at a fundamental level I'm not. I've always wondered who I am, but I've never wondered who you are Sam, you're my other half.' She paused, he was watching her, waiting to see if she had anything else to say. 'Last year, when I thought you hated me, it just about killed me,' her words were sticking in her throat, 'there was no reason to live without you Sam.' He took her hands in his, 'I know, when I thought you were with Brian I almost self destructed.' Emma thought back to the previous fall, when Sam had been so out of shape, putting two and two together. She giggled. 'What?' Sam asked. 'Is that why you were so fat?' 'It's not funny Em, I was verging on alcoholism. It's a miracle that I wasn't kicked off the team and out of school.' 'I'm sorry, I just think it's funny that when we're apart you get too fat and I get too skinny.' 'So, we'll just have to agree to never be apart again, at least not emotionally apart.' 'Okay, I'll agree to that,' she nodded. 'So we're going to do this then, a proper relationship?' 'Definitely, I don't know what took us so long.' A little grin began at the corners of her mouth, 'I'll tell you, if I had have know what you can do with that penis of yours I would have seduced you a long time ago.' Sam laughed and reached out to tickle her, 'Oh, you would have would you.' She couldn't help but giggle and swat at his hands. 'Come on, let me see it again,' she laughed. 'You made me wait all this time, I want to see my reward. I hardly got to look at it before.' She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down into the sand. Sam was grinning, 'Oh you want to lay claim to the family jewels huh?' 'Yes,' she replied. 'You stay right there.' She spread his legs apart and settled herself between them. She leaned in to inspect it, she'd never seen one up close before. It was growing before her eyes, twitching a little and turning into a rocket standing tall out of his mound of curly blonde pubic hair. 'It's alive!' she exclaimed in Frankenstein style humor. 'Hey, no teasing or I'll put it away,' Sam warned, in mock disapproval. She moved in closer to have a look at his balls. There were a few grains of sand stuck to the bottom of them from when he was sitting in the sand. They weren't really what she had expected, she had thought they'd be more separated for some reason, more like 2 freely hanging balls. She tentatively touched them, gently pressing and caressing, there were definitely two testicles in there, they were firmer than she had expected. Sam groaned. 'Hmmm,' she was interested in his reaction, but more interested in his penis. She touched it with a gentle stroke of her fingers, she was surprised at how smooth and warm it was. She had no experience to judge it by, but she had a feeling she was holding a big penis in her hand. She moved her hand up and down over his thick shaft, transfixed by the way the skin slipped easily over the muscle. She looked at the head, Sam wasn't circumcised and the foreskin moved back and forth stretching over the head. There was a drop of translucent fluid at the tip, she pulled the hand on the base of shaft down so that the foreskin stretched over the head and leaned in to taste him. Sam groaned as she moved her tongue over the end of his penis. He tasted good, salty and something else, it reminded her of the smell of fresh cut grass. She licked around the head, her tongue leaving a trail of wet saliva that glistened in the sun. When she had gotten used to the feeling of his soft skin against her tongue she took the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and contracted her lip muscles like a sphincter, there wasn't much give, he was hard as a rock. 'Ahhh,' Sam seemed to like that. She moved the hand at the base of his shaft up and pulled her head back slowly. Sucking gently she felt his foreskin bunch in between her lips. She sucked the skin back into her mouth and let it out slowly, watching how it settled back around the head once she released it. 1. Racing From Love Ch. 10-12 'Ohhh,' Sam had propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. His eyes were lidded and he was breathing heavily. Emma smiled at him, happy that he was enjoying her exploration. She took him into her mouth again, this time letting her lips slide lower down his shaft. She moved her head up and down a few times, listening to Sam's heavy breathing, taking a little more of him in with each stroke until her lips came to rest on the top of the hand at the base of his shaft. She rested there a second, contemplating the feeling of him filling her mouth. The head of his penis was close to the back of her throat, but she could still breathe through her nose. She felt like she was salivating an unusual amount, if she didn't swallow soon she was in danger of choking on her own saliva. She tried swallowing while he was still in her mouth, it kind of worked, she have to do it a few more times to get rid of the excess spit. 'Oh god, what are you doing?' gasped Sam. Emma quickly pulled away, afraid that she was doing something wrong. 'Sorry, did that hurt?' she asked. 'No baby, that feels amazing,' his voice was hoarse. 'Oh,' she smiled and retuned to her experimentation. Next she wanted to see how much of him she could take into her mouth at once. She removed her hand from the base of his shaft and slowly lowered her mouth over him until a comfortable amount was inside, then she started moving her head up and down, taking a little more in each time until his head was rubbing the back of her throat. She resisted the urge to gag, and consciously relaxed her throat muscles. She continued moving up and down, timing her breathing with her strokes. She looked up at him, his face was contorted in please, his eyes half closed, his brow wrinkled. Sam's cock was pressing against the back of her throat at the end of her strokes, it felt tight back there. There wasn't really any feeling to compare it to, it was slightly uncomfortable and oddly erotic at the same time. Sam was groaning in pleasure. She was taking him in as deeply as she could but she still wasn't at the base of his shaft. She pulled back out and concentrated on the head of his penis again, swirling her tongue round it and letting it slip out of her mouth only to gobble it back in greedily. She resumed bobbing her head up and down, quickening her pace, getting used to the feeling of his head pushing into the back of her throat. Sam's hips were moving in time with her head. She slowed down a little and started taking more of him in on each stroke. She was getting close to the base of his shaft, she made herself relax her throat and tried to take in his full length, she was so close to getting it all. On the next stroke she took a deep breath and sunk her head down as far as her throat would allow, when she got to the bottom Sam thrust his hips up to meet her. His cock was buried deep in her throat and her lips were brushing up against his pubic hair. She moaned, she was so turned on. 'Oh baby, that feels so good,' Sam groaned. She had to pull back to breathe, but she kept on moving her head over him, taking him in deep. Her pussy was throbbing, she could feel the wetness leaking all over the leg she was resting on. She released him from her mouth and moved on top of him, straddling his hips. She slowly lowered herself down on to him. His cock seemed huge and insurmountable, but her pussy was slick with a mixture of her desire and his cum, and she felt him stretch her out inch by inch. She released a sigh. God he felt so good inside her. Every nerve in her body was on high alert. She squeezed the muscles in her pussy and felt a wave of pleasure pass over her. 'Mmmm, Sam you feel so good inside me,' she moaned. She started rocking back and forth on her knees, feeling his hard cock squeezing in and out of her. It was a tight fit. She was leaning towards him with her hands on either side of his head. She tried pumping straight up and down and she could feel the head of his cock buried deep inside her, rubbing up against the end of her pussy. Next she tried rolling her hips into him, causing her clitoris to rub against his pubic hair. She contracted her pussy muscles in time with her strokes and felt ripples of pleasure spreading over her body. Sam was still half sitting, propped up by his elbows, and she could feel her nipples grazing up against his chest. 'Aghhh, Emma...' his voice was raspy, his eyes half closed. She pushed off her hands so that she was fully sitting on him and began pumping up and down in short strokes, she leaned back so that his cock was rubbing against the knot of nerves at her g-spot. She felt the waves of pleasure getting closer together and started pumping harder. Sam collapsed backwards, his eyes were squeezed shut. 'Aghh, Em, I'm really close,' he warned. The thought of Sam's cock exploding cum into her pussy was an incredible turn on to Emma, she pumped faster, still using short strokes, her breasts bouncing up and down freely. Sam's hands came to her hips. Her pussy was so close to cumming, each stroke rubbed up against her g-spot and shot pleasure through her body. 'Sammy, give me you cum,' she panted. He opened his eyes. His mouth was slightly open and he groaned. His hands took control of her hips and he pushed her down hard and fast onto his cock. The sudden invasion of the deep end of her pussy took her by surprise, he lifted her up and pushed her back down deep again as her orgasm wracked through her body. His stomach muscles rippled as he lifted his shoulders up off the ground and pulled her hips tight into his, so that his cock was buried deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsing as he pulled on her hips again and again, struggling to push himself deeper into her. She felt the warmth in her pussy spread out and take over her body. CHAPTER ELEVEN In her wildest dreams Emma could never have imagined a better summer than the one she was having. She was in love. The feelings that had always murmured softly to her in the past were now living, moving, breathing creatures inside her, demanding her attention. Her love had become a part of her, directing her thoughts and actions, always craving Sam. Finding time to be together was challenging. They were both training and working and Sam was afraid if he spent too many nights away from their parents' house they would become suspicious. He had started riding his bike instead of driving so that they wouldn't hear him sneak out of the house in the early hours of the morning to rendezvous at her apartment. Occasionally they would eat dinner together with their parents, as was the family tradition. She would steal glances at him when she thought nobody would notice, the electricity flowing between them when their eyes would catch for a second. After dinner Sam would make some excuse for going out that night with his friends, and half an hour later he would walk into her apartment. She would already be wet in anticipation of him and they would be naked within seconds, sometimes making it into her bedroom, but sometimes the need was too great and they would explore each others bodies on the floor, the couch, against the kitchen counter, whatever surface was free. Emma was amazed at her body's response to him. Even if she was tired or sore from training her body was always willing for him, in fact more than willing. It urged her towards him; just the thought of him, the knowledge that he wanted her was enough for her pussy to start weeping its slippery invitation. At the beginning of July Sam had to go to Colorado for a high altitude training camp for two weeks. His absence was excruciating, she still talked to him on the phone every night but her body ached, she was desperate for him. Two weeks had seemed like two years, it was Friday and Sam was due home that night. Emma was at her mom's work's yearly summer picnic in a regional park, counting the hours until she'd see him. She was trying to relax and enjoy herself, it was a beautiful day and she liked most of the people from her mom's lab, they were laid back and friendly. She was sitting at a picnic table talking to one of the new postdocs, he seemed like a nice enough guy, even if he was a bit self absorbed. He had been telling her about how important his work was at the lab, and had now moved on to how he ran cross country in college, regaling her of tales of grueling training sessions and difficult races. She was smiling politely and nodding occasionally. She wasn't really interested or impressed with his stories, in fact she was actually thinking that Sam must be at the airport in Colorado, about to board his plane, she was considering which panties she should wear tonight. 'Sam! What are you doing back so early?' exclaimed her mom. Emma was jolted from her thoughts, and turned around to see Sam staring at her from a few hundred feet away. He looked away quickly and greeted their mom and dad. Emma didn't know if she should get up and say hello to him, she had totally lost all sense of what was and was not appropriate sister-like behavior. Not wanting to risk giving anything away to their parents she decided to stay where she was, with the postdoc talking at her. After a few minutes Sam plopped down an enormous plate of food onto the table opposite her and seated himself beside the postdoc. His size and muscular build made the postdoc look like a weedy little adolescent, and Sam's casual black t-shirt, faded jeans and flip flops made the postdoc's button down shirt and Birkenstocks look absurdly nerdy. 'Hi Em,' he smiled at her. His short blonde hair was wet. God he looked good, his t-shirt hugged his muscular shoulders and was just tight enough for her to make out the tops of his pectorals. The sleeves extended half way down his tanned biceps, and she could see the muscles flexing in his sculpted forearms as he began to cut up the food on his plate. She smiled back, 'Hi Sam, you're back early,' she had to struggle to keep her voice casual. 'Yeah, I got on an earlier flight. You going to introduce me to your friend?' Shit, she couldn't remember the nerd's name, 'Um, yeah, he's a new postdoc working with Roland...' 'Derrick Ford, nice to meet you,' he offered his hand to Sam. 'Sam Watson, I'm Judy's son,' they shook hands. 'Oh, so you two are brother and sister then?' Derrick asked. 'Well yeah... we were raised as siblings, but obviously we're not,' Sam offered as way of explanation as he shoveled food into his mouth. For some reason watching him eat was really turning her on, she could see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he chewed, his big hands dwarfed the knife and fork he held. She couldn't help but think about what she wanted those hands to do to her. Her lips were tingling and she could feel the slippery wetness on her pussy lips. God she wanted this man so badly. Derrick took off talking again, he was crapping on about how much effort he put into staying in good shape. Did he not realize that he was sitting beside a world-class athlete? This guy really thought highly of himself. To his credit, Sam kept his head down, eating. 'So Emma, I'd really like to go running with you some time,' said Derrick. 'I know some great trails up in the hills.' Sam froze, his jaw clenched, his stony eyes stared at her through the silence. Oh shit, she should have seen this coming, why did guys have to be such stupid idiots? She tried to let him down lightly, 'My training routine is really strict, I have to run with my team a lot. I'm sorry but I don't think I could fit in any extra workouts.' 'Well, how about we do something else? Dinner? Or I could take you out to a baseball game?' She tried to brush him off again, 'I don't really think it's a good idea, with you working with my mom and all.' 'I don't work with your mom, I work with Roland, I don't see the problem,' he was insistent. God, could this guy not take a hint? She'd have to give it to him straight, 'Look, thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested.' He looked offended, obviously he thought pretty highly of himself and couldn't fathom why she didn't want to go out with him. He excused himself and left the table. Sam was still staring at her, he hadn't moved a muscle. She looked at him, was he angry at her? He had such an intense look on his face. He looked down at his plate and continued eating. She sighed, this wasn't how she had pictured welcoming him home. 'So how was your flight back?' she asked. 'Fine,' he said without looking up from his plate. 'Are you angry at me?' 'No,' he said through mouthfuls of food, again he didn't look up from his plate. She didn't know what his problem was, but she wanted to clean up her pussy. She could feel her wet panties pressing against her thighs and was worried that someone might be able to smell her arousal. She was wearing a summer dress so there was nothing to stop the scent from carrying. 'I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute,' she told him. The toilet building was a few hundred yards from the picnic site, near the parking lot. She was relieved to find it clean and well stocked, these sorts of public facilities were really hit or miss. She'd cleaned herself up and was washing her hands in the sink when she caught a shadowy reflection of a large man in the mirror. She gasped and spun around, it was Sam. He stood in the doorway, solid as a rock. 'Hey,' she said, relieved. He was silent, staring at her intensely. Seconds ticked by and Emma felt her heart rate accelerate and the wetness return to her panties. He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into the disabled toilet stall, stepped in behind her and closed the door. He grabbed her from behind with one arm around her hips and the other one wrapped around her shoulders. His lips were beside her ear. 'Tell me Emma, are you mine?' his voice was low, he sounded dangerous. When she didn't reply right away he squeezed her body to him roughly, she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back, 'Are you?' She was breathing hard, 'Of course Sam, I'm all yours.' She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, intensifying her senses. His breath was hot on her neck and there was a dull pain where his fingers were digging into her arm and hip. He released her hips but maintained his grip across her shoulders. His free hand hiked up the skirt of her dress and moved up her thigh, brushing over her aching mound on its way to her stomach, where he lingered, stroking her belly. Her pussy was throbbing, aching to be touched. She willed his hand to roam lower, but didn't dare speak. 'Do you want me Emma?' He whispered in her ear. 'Yes,' it was more of a sigh than a word. The hand on her belly slipped under her panties, she widened her stance to give him better access. She was trying to be as quiet as possible but she couldn't help a small moan when his fingers stroked over her clitoris on their way down towards her entrance. His fingers parted her lips and dove hungrily into her anxious pussy while his thumb stroked over her clit. Pleasure radiated from his fingers, but he didn't give her long to enjoy it. He released her shoulders and pushed them forward so that she was leaning over, she grabbed on to the toilet cistern to steady herself. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, spreading her legs as he pushed her skirt up around her waist. She heard his zipper and tilted her hips to angle her pussy towards him. There were a few agonizing moments, then he grabbed her hips roughly and plunged his cock deep into her sopping wet pussy. She gasped, the sudden invasion shocking her body, but he didn't give her time to adjust, he was already pumping her and he wasn't being gentle. His hard cock was pummeling her pussy, slamming into her delicate tissue. It hurt; a dull ache blossomed at the end of each of his strokes. She tilted her hips to change the angle his cock was hitting her at to ease the pain a little. She was surprised by the way Sam was fucking her with such reckless abandon. He had been such a tender lover, so gentle and patient with her, always offering words of admiration and praise. There were no kind words for her now, no gentle kisses or loving caresses, just his raw desire, just his strong hands gripping her hips and pumping his hard cock in and out of her over and over again. Emma was on the edge, the pain wiping all of the thoughts from her mind. He was hammering her pussy so hard, she'd never felt anything like it before. She considered asking him to stop, she knew he would, but something was stopping her. It hurt, but at the same time it was itching something deep inside her, something she didn't even know existed. Her orgasm caught her by surprise; it was fast, violent and intense. She angled her hips back towards Sam so that his cock was hitting her hard in the front of her pussy as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She whimpered and gripped on to the toilet, trying to keep herself from crying out. Her legs were shaking. She thought he would stop and let her recover, the way he had done in the past, but Sam kept on pumping her, if anything he was going faster and harder. Oh god, she was going to come again, her pussy was on fire, the pain and pleasure radiating from Sam's cock like a hot poker inside her. The contractions in her pussy jolted her body forward, but he held her tightly in place. Her knees buckled, surely he would stop now. But Sam picked her up by her hips and continued hammering her. Her feet were off the ground, he was fucking her like a rag doll. She didn't know how much more she could take, her whole body was consumed in a weird mixture of pain and delight. He was ramming into her with such speed, she had no control over the angle of her hips and he was pumping her hard, right on her g-spot. Her third orgasm was intense, she felt like sparks were flying out of her nerve endings, pins and needles were dancing over her skin. Finally Sam came with her, grunting as he lengthened and slowed his strokes to inject his cum deep into her throbbing raw vagina. He was panting hard. He reached an arm under her chest and lifted her upper body, pressing her against his chest so that he was supporting her entire weight. He turned around and sat on the toilet, with her on his lap. He hugged her tightly, showering her neck and shoulder with kisses. He whispered in her ear, 'Shh, baby it's over now, shh...' She hadn't realized that she was crying. He continued whispering in her ear, '...I'm sorry Em, that was too hard. I'm sorry...' He was rubbing her arms, trying to comfort her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. The pain in her pussy was subsiding to a dull ache. Sam was still whispering to her, '...Emma, I love you baby. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was hurting you...' She let out her breath and felt her pulse slowing, she was back in control. She turned to him, his arms loosening their grip to allow her to move. His face was a portrait of concern, his blue eyes searching hers for forgiveness, his brow raised slightly as if in question. 'It's okay Sammy,' she whispered back as she raised her hand to his face and kissed him. She felt the tension drain from his body as she kissed him, his muscles relaxed and he gently stroked her leg. 'Let me take you home Em, let me wash you and kiss you and love you properly,' he asked. She nodded, she couldn't think of anything better. He kissed her on the forehead and rested his head against hers for a moment. He sighed, 'I'd better go and tell mom and dad we're leaving, they're probably wondering where we are.' Emma stood carefully, her legs still felt weak, it was a good thing they were in the handicapped stall and there was a railing for her to support herself with. Sam moved around her and she sat back down on the toilet. She watched him pull on his underwear and jeans. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and gave them to her. 1. Racing From Love Ch. 10-12 'Meet me out at my car okay?' He asked as he kissed her forehead. She nodded, 'Okay.' Sam blinked as he emerged from the toilet block back out into the bright sunlight. He pulled his sunglasses over his eyes and started to walk back to the picnic site. He caught site of some movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to inspect. It was Derrick, leaning on a tree with a sleazy grin on his face. He wasn't sure what he should do. Obviously the little prick had seen him come out of the women's bathroom, but he wasn't sure if he would have heard anything, they'd been pretty quiet. 'So, how was she?' He asked. Sam was disgusted by this little runt, 'What?' 'I saw you go in there after her, you were in there an awfully long time. So... how was she? Did you give it to her good and hard?' He licked his thin lips, 'I bet a girl like that likes it dirty.' Sam wanted to knock the self-satisfied sleazy grin off this little jerks face. But he had to think quick, knocking this guys teeth out would only draw attention to the situation. 'She has her period, asshole,' he spat at him. 'She's been in there puking up her lunch.' The smile fell from Derrick' greasy little face, his eyes darted around looking for an escape. Sam felt the shift in power and started walking towards Derrick, who seemed to shrink as he got closer. 'Do I need to tell you to stay away from her?' Sam's voice was so low it sounded like a growl. Derrick shook his head, 'No, I... I didn't mean it... it was a joke.' Sam was within arms length of him now, towering over him. Derrick raised his arms as if to protect himself. 'If I ever hear you talk like that about any woman again you're going to be in a lot of trouble.' Derrick nodded, his skin was sickly pale, he looked like he was about to throw up. 'I'd really like to hit you Derrick. I'd like to knock a couple of your teeth out and leave you lying in a puddle of blood and spit.' Derrick turned his face away. What a pathetic piece of shit. 'But I'm not going to. I just want to remind you who I am related to, jack ass. A few choice words to the right people and I could cause a lot more pain to your life and future career prospects than a few missing teeth could.' Sam turned from him and walked away towards the picnic, his heart pounding. So Derrick hadn't heard them, that was close. He needed to get out of there, to get his thoughts straight. He felt terrible for the way he'd treated Emma, he had totally disrespected her by doing what he'd done, and in a public toilet. How had he let himself lose control like that? He had been horrified when he realized that she was crying, the idea that he'd hurt her made him feel sick to the stomach. He scanned the crowd looking for his dad, it didn't take him long to spot him. His dad was tall and was easy to pick, he was talking to Clive, the director of the lab. Sam approached them, he'd always liked Clive, he was a jolly fat old guy who was always giving him a hard time for being a jock. 'Sam, I hear you'll be representing us all at the word championships this year!' Sam smiled, trying to relax, 'Yeah, I'll be flying out to Berlin next week. How are you doing Clive?' They chatted for a few minutes before Sam politely asked to speak with his dad. 'What's up?' Asked his dad. 'Emma's not feeling good, I'm going to take her home.' 'What's wrong with her?' he looked concerned. 'I don't know, just women's stuff. She was taking forever in the bathroom so I went to check on her and she said she needed to go home.' At the mention of women's business his dad lost interest, which was what Sam had been hoping for. 'Okay, I'll tell mom. See you later,' he said. Sam started to walk away. 'Sam,' his dad wasn't finished, shit maybe he'd seen through him. Sam turned back around. 'Thanks for taking care of her.' Sam searched his eyes for any hidden meaning, but there was none, just earnest thanks, which made him feel pretty shitty. His dad had no idea how he had just taken care of her. 'Yeah, no worries dad,' he replied. On his way out he passed Derrick again, who was still frozen in fear among the trees beside the toilet block. As he approached him he realized how the scene must have looked to him, after threatening to ruin his career Sam had gone straight to chat with the director of the lab, and had motioned up to the toilet building when talking to his dad. Sam just shook his head as he walked past. Emma was waiting in the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive to her apartment. As soon as he was far enough from the picnic site he had to pull over to talk to her. He couldn't stand the awful feeling in his gut, he needed to apologize. 'Why did you stop?' she asked. 'Em,' he leaned over and took her hand, 'are you okay? Did I hurt you?' She brought her other hand around to his so that his hand was sandwiched between hers. His long tanned fingers stood out above her slender brown ones, she leaned down and kissed them. 'It did hurt,' she had her head down, still kissing the tips of his fingers, 'but in a good way.' Her long eyelashes were shadowing her eyes. He stroked the side of her face with his free hand, and tilted her head up to look at him. Her brown eyes were calm, she didn't appear to be in any distress, and so the pain in his gut subsided. 'I shouldn't have done that to you, not in a public bathroom. I'm sorry Em,' he said. She smiled, 'You weren't the only one who wanted it Sam. I would have told you to stop if I didn't want it to happen. You don't need to apologize.' Sam was sure he had found the most beautiful, generous woman in the world. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, caressing the side of her face with his free hand. 'So you're not mad at me then?' He asked. 'No, not mad, a little confused though,' she replied. 'Why did you act all strange and quiet after Derrick asked me out? I told him no.' 'I know,' Sam leaned back into his seat. 'I just wish we didn't have to sneak around, as if what we are doing is wrong. When jerks like that ask you out I wand you to be able to say, 'No, I'm with Sam.' End of story. 'Emma, being with you is the most amazing thing I've ever felt. You make me so happy,' he squeezed her hand, 'I don't want to hide that. I don't want to have to lie to mom and dad anymore.' 'So you want to tell them about us?' She asked tentatively. 'We're going to have to tell them eventually, the longer we leave it the harder it will be.' She looked unsure, 'I don't know Sam. This feels so perfect right now, can't we just have this summer for ourselves before we have to deal with them being disappointed in us and telling us how wrong we are?' He squeezed her hand again, 'It will be all right Em, you'll see. They'll have to accept us sooner or later.' She frowned, 'But I'm going to be the one who has to deal with them Sam, you're leaving for Berlin next week and after that you'll only be back for two weeks before going back to LA. I'm the one who's going to have to take the brunt of their anger.' He could see her point, but if they had to wait until he was going to be around long term they wouldn't be able to tell them until the next year, and that didn't sit well with him. Sam was an honest person by nature and he didn't like hiding things from his parents. 'Okay,' he said, 'lets go home and we can talk about it again later.' CHAPTER TWELVE Back at Emma's apartment they showered together in her tiny bathroom. There was just barely enough room for them both to squeeze in her shower. Sam washed her front first, working the soap into a lather and gliding his hands over her breasts and belly, then down her thighs and stroking gently over her pussy. He was surprised to find her wet again, the slippery fluids coating his fingers when he tried to wash her. 'Turn around,' he told her. She complied and he soaped up her shoulders and back, working his hands over the curve at her waist that flared down to her hips. He rubbed her butt with the soap. God she had an amazing ass, it was perky and fleshy without being too big. Sam took his time with it, enjoying the fullness of it, the bouncy feeling when he squeezed it. He slid two fingers down her crack and felt her tense. 'Shhh, it's okay baby, I'm just washing you,' he reassured her. He felt her relax and tilt her hips to allow him access. He ran his soapy fingers up and down her crack, feeling the puckered skin of her anus with every pass. She widened her stance and he took longer strokes, dipping his fingers into her slippery pussy. She let out a moan. There wasn't enough room in the shower for him to pleasure her properly so he took the shower head off its perch and washed the soap off her, admiring how the suds slid over her skin. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towels. He quickly dried himself off and then ran a fresh towel over her, patting and stroking her skin to remove the water. When he was satisfied that she was dry he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She giggled. 'Mmm,' he smiled at her, 'it's been a while since I've carried you.' She smiled back, 'I know, I've missed it, you used to carry me everywhere.' Setting her down on the bed he asked, 'Did you miss me when I was away?' 'Of course I did, life is so boring when you're not here,' she replied. He climbed onto the bed, on top of her, and started kissing her. 'I missed you too,' he confessed. 'I thought about you every day,' he said between the light kisses he was planting on her neck. 'I thought about your smile, and your laugh,' he kissed over her collar bone, 'I thought about your beautiful body,' he moved lower to her breasts, 'I thought about making love to you.' He sucked on her nipple and she moaned. He shifted his weight onto his left arm and half rolled off her, so that he was lying pressed up against her side. He rested his right hand on her belly and gently stroked his thumb over her clitoris. She moved her knee that wasn't pressed up against him so that her pussy was open to him. 'I thought about how lucky I am to have you,' he gazed at her while he spoke. Her eyes were closed and she was sighing softly. Her right arm was extended above her head grasping onto the pillow her head rested on, exposing a perfect breast fully. He leaned in to suck on it, loving the way she moaned and arched her back to thrust it into his mouth more deeply. He let his hand slide down to her pussy, being careful to be gentle as he caressed her lips, spreading her juices around, trailing them a little lower with each pass until he felt her anus pucker when he touched it. She gasped and he looked up from where he was still sucking on her breast. She looked surprised, but also lustful. She looked him in the eye and hesitated for a moment, but then seemed to accept this new development, she closed her eyes and laid her head back down. Sam smiled to himself. He moved between her legs and spread them wide with her knees bent. He leaned in to her pussy and gently lapped at her lips, he was afraid that she might still be sore from their episode earlier in the day. Her hips were undulating slowly, he licked around her clit and moved a finger up to her pussy, bathing it in the slippery wetness there. She was so wet that her juices were dribbling down towards her asshole, he helped them along, stroking and rubbing her anus until it was just as slippery as her pussy. Emma's soft sighs had turned into moans and her hips were moving more enthusiastically under him. He ran his tongue back and forth across the top of her clitoris as he started to press on her anus. The ring of muscle resisted him, so he used the movement of her hips to let her control what was happening. Each time she raised her hips up towards his face he would kiss and lap at her clit, and when she would lower her hips downwards he would press his finger up on her anus. It wasn't too long before Emma was concentrating her efforts on the down stroke and Sam realized that she wanted him to insert his finger into her ass. On the next down stroke of her hips he firmly moved his finger up and forced it inside. She gasped, but it was quickly followed by another moan as she continued moving her hips, now pumping his finger with her butt hole. It was hot inside her ass. The ring of muscle clamped down hard around his finger and he felt it contract in time with the thrusting of her hips. Just inside the muscle her tissue was silky soft, pillowy and warm. He alternated between licking at the lips of her pussy and suckling on her clit as her thrusts became more urgent. His finger was sliding in and out of her ass as the ring of muscle exerted the most tremendous force on it, he could only imagine what it might feel like over his cock. He took the middle finger from his free hand and slid it into her pussy. He was nervous that she would be sore, but she responded with a cry of pleasure. He pressed up into her g-spot while he sucked on her clit and it was enough to put her over the edge, he felt the contractions in her pussy and her ass simultaneously as she cried out and lifted her hips high off the bed to meet his face. She collapsed back onto the bed, his fingers still buried deep in her pussy and asshole, as he felt smaller spasms as her orgasm died down. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and watched as her anus clamped shut behind him, as if nothing had ever been in there. He was amazed. He'd never played with anyone's asshole before, it was a whole new ballgame, a new dimension of this amazing woman to investigate. Sam got off the bed and washed his hands and face in the bathroom. When he came back into the room she was still laying sprawled out on the bed, her eyes closed. He smiled, she was so beautiful, he could make out the outline of her ribs when she inhaled and she had the most graceful hollows under her collar bones. Her limbs were long and lean, and her skin was smooth and dark in the afternoon light. She opened her eyes. 'Mmmm, Sammy what did you do to me?' she sighed as she reached out for him. He pulled on clean underwear and his jeans and sat on the bed beside her. She curled her body around him. 'You don't want me to give you more?' She asked as she stroked a hand up his thigh. 'I think I've taken more than enough from you for one day,' he said as he brushed her curls back off her face. He still felt guilty about what had happened earlier in the park. 'Sam, don't be silly,' she scolded. 'I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. I told you that I liked it, didn't I?' 'How could you have liked something that made you cry like that?' He asked skeptically. She paused for a moment, 'Racing is painful, no?' 'Yeah, it hurts like a bitch,' he replied. 'But you still like to race, don't you?' 'Please don't tell me I put you through that much pain, Em,' he didn't like where this was going. She smiled up at him, 'No, of course not. My point is that sometimes pain can feel good. Did you know you made me come three times?' She had taken his hand and was kissing his palm. He was relieved and surprised, he had been so focused on himself up at the park that he hadn't realized that she had come at all, let alone three times. Now that he realized that she really had enjoyed it he started to feel a bit better. 'So it was painful and good at the same time?' He asked. She kissed over his wrist and up towards the crook in his arm. 'Yeah, it was weird. It was a different kind of orgasm than you usually give me, it was like it could only be reached through the pain.' She sat up and swung a long perfectly toned leg over him so that she was sitting in his lap. 'How was it different?' He'd never heard of different kinds of orgasms and he was curious. 'Well... usually I can feel one building and then when it happens the pleasure goes from my vagina out into my body,' she explained between the kisses she was laying along his clavicle. 'But these ones kind of came out of nowhere and they took over my whole body all at once.' 'So did you like it better or worse?' She put her arms around his neck and looked at his face. 'Neither I guess, they weren't better or worse, just different. They were more intense but they didn't last as long.' She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, her soft lips pulling gently on his. She moved up to his nose and then kissed along his cheekbone. 'Are all these questions annoying you?' He asked as he stroked her naked back. Her mouth was right beside his ear as she answered quietly, 'No.' She sucked on his earlobe. The combination of this conversation and her lips all over him was really turning him on. 'And what about the one just now, how did it feel to have me inside both holes?' His voice was growing husky as his breathing deepened. 'Mmmm, that was different too,' she whispered. Her hands stroked his shoulders and arms as she kissed lower, over his chest. 'It's hard to explain.' Her hands roamed lower, over his belly. 'I felt fuller.' She got off his lap and knelt between his legs. 'It felt really good,' she said in a low quiet voice. She undid his jeans and he lifted his hips as she pulled them down, his underwear went with them. She looked up at him from between his legs. 'I wonder what it would feel like to put this in there,' she murmured as she took his cock into her hand and started stroking it. Oh god, was she really bringing up the possibility of anal sex? Sam groaned. Emma's ass was amazing, the thought of her being into him squeezing his cock into that tight little hole was almost more than he could bear. He watched as she took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head, causing his eyes to roll back in his head with pleasure. 'Do you like that idea Sam?' Her voice was low and sexy. 'Uh-huh,' was all he could get out. He watched as she bobbed her head over his cock, her fat lips sinking lower and lower on his shaft as she took more of him in. She drew back and smiled up at him. 'I'd like that too, but not today,' she said. 'Today I'm going to make you shoot your hot cum into my greedy mouth.' Sam groaned as Emma resumed sucking on his cock with enthusiasm. Was this really his Emma? He could hardly think, his entire being centered around the pleasure issued forth from his cock. He buried his hands in her dark curly hair. 'Oh, Emma,' he groaned her name and she picked up the tempo. He watched as his cock disappeared into her hot wet mouth again and again, squeezing into the back of her throat. She pulled back and used her hand to pump his shaft as she licked and swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. 'I want to taste you Sam, I want to feel your hot sticky cum all over my lips,' Emma purred. Oh fuck, she was so sexy. Sam could feel his balls clenching, he knew it was coming soon, his ragged breath came in fits and bursts. Emma plunged his cock back into her mouth, taking a few deep strokes, forcing his throbbing cock into the depths of her throat. She grasped the base of it with her hand and pumped it fast while she bobbed over the head. Sam felt his balls spasm, delivering his creamy cum up his shaft and into her hungry mouth in fits of pleasure. She lengthened her strokes to accommodate his ejaculations, pulling away just enough near the end so that his cum spilled over to coat her lips in his milky fluids. She looked up at him seductively as she licked her big lips and then lapped gently at the head of his cock to clean up the dribbles of cum that remained. Sam collapsed backwards onto the bed. Holy crap, how did he get so lucky? The love of his life was a sex kitten. He never would have guessed that Emma would be such a sexy vixen, so uninhibited and just plain erotic. 1. Racing From Love Ch. 10-12 'Emma,' he called for her holding his arms out. She climbed up on the bed and curled into his side as he enveloped her with his arms. 'Did you like that baby?' She asked. 'Mmmm, Emma you're so sexy,' he replied, nuzzling into her hair. 'How did I get so lucky?' She turned over onto her side pulling his arm with her so that he was spooning her. He pulled her tight into him, she fit perfectly inside the cocoon that his body made with her head resting on his arm and her delicious butt nestled in against his hips. He kissed the back of her neck and hugged her to his body as he started to drift off to sleep.