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Ep. 02 Love Me Tomorrow

By: Curse_Of_Undeath



[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the continuation of "Tramps Like Us", which details the events leading up to Randy and Rachel's first encounter. I'd like to thank the people who have voted and given me feedback for "Tramps" - it's REALLY appreciated! I hope you enjoy this one as much, if not more. 

Italicized dialog preceded with an asterisk denotes subtitled speech as I know only a smattering of words in Korean.]

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Randy opened his eyes and, even through the brief period of haziness that lies between sleep and coming fully awake, realized that he wasn't at his dorm in his own bed. As he tried to place the unfamiliar surroundings, the sound of soft breathing filtered into his ears. Rolling to his left, he saw the naked form of Rachel Tarunen beside him, still reclined in peaceful slumber. Her long dark hair draped across part of her torso, the most seductive nightgown he could have imagined. 

He smiled. In the moments before waking, his brain had played back the record of the previous night, and he'd thought it all to have been a dream -- some wildly erotic fantasy created by his mind. But it hadn't been, had it? She was here in the bed, next to him, naked -- just as she'd fallen asleep in his arms. Actually, now that memory began to fill in the blanks, he realized that it was he, who was here with her, in her bed

Just to be sure, though, he slowly reached out a hand and gently stroked the smooth, soft flesh of her shoulder with a fingertip. To his utter delight, she was real! The smile split his face from ear to ear and his cock began to harden as memory collided with reality and it all began to sink in.

Her back was to him, and he didn't want to disturb her, she was sleeping so peacefully, and outside the windows, the morning sun was just beginning to creep above the horizon. He slid closer, curling himself up against her in spoon-fashion, his left hand gently cupping one of her voluptuous breasts. His cock seemed to sense that it was in close proximity to her buttocks, and to the treasure-cave located so close to those soft, pillowy globes of flesh. It hardened the rest of the way into full erection almost instantly, pressing tightly up against the warm, soft flesh of her backside, trying to wedge its way into the crevice between her cheeks. 

His smile wrinkled somewhat as he suddenly realized that, from the time they had undressed each other the night before, and all through their passionate lovemaking, she had been facing him. He had yet to see the ample flesh of her posterior, and he had to admit to himself that those soft globes his cock was brushing against were something he very much wanted to see. He'd always thought that her boobs were nice but, deep down, he was an ass-man, through and through. From what he recalled of her from school, even clothed she had a nice ass.

With the warmth of Randy's body against her, and the soft exhales of his breath through his nose tickling the nape of her neck, it didn't take Rachel long to stir from her slumber.

"Hmm," she murmured softly, shifting slightly so that her body more fully touched his, "Something seems to be poking me in the butt!"

"Sorry if I woke you, baby," Randy whispered into her ear.

"It's okay, darling," she told him, her voice taking on a definite sultry note. "I can't think of a sweeter way to be awakened.

She rolled to face him, her head dipping forward and her lips pursed for a kiss, but he drew away.

"Let me splash some water on my face, and get a sip of something to rinse my mouth, first, baby," he suggested, aiming what he knew to be his unspeakable morning breath away from her face. "I probably smell and taste like cigarettes and girl-cum."

"Did I mind that, on you, last night, darling?" she asked, a devilish glint in her eyes. 

"No," he admitted, giving a slight shrug with his shoulders. She had virtually feasted on his lips after he had finished lapping at her labia and clit.

"And my mouth certainly tasted like cigarettes and man-cum, after I sucked you, " she continued, "and you didn't seem to mind..."

Her hand stole out from beneath his arm, her fingers gently entwining in his hair just below the band that held it in a ponytail, and gently exerted pressure, trying to draw him nearer.

Randy pondered the point for a moment. Yeah, they'd kissed each other countless times, only hours ago, after each had finished binging the other to a thundering oral climax. Cum-breath and stale tobacco halitosis hadn't even been a consideration, in the midst of their passion for one another. And, when he boiled it all down, all he really wanted to do -- at the moment -- was kiss the beautiful woman who lay next to him in the bed. Well, probably not the only thing, but it was a good lead-off move.

"C'mere, beautiful," he grinned, and left her bring their lips together.

It was a wonderful kiss. Not that her previous kisses hadn't been wonderful; they had. These were simply...different. Her warmth was there, and her playfulness as she sucked gently at his lower lip and let her tongue slip forward briefly to toy with his. The passions he'd felt within her were still there, just rippling below the soft, surface civility of her gentle good-morning kiss.

"Good morning, Rachel," he said, when the kissing finally stopped.

"And good morning to you, too, Randy," she replied, leaning back a bit to look at him. "I was so hoping that last night wasn't just a dream..."

"Can a dream do this?" Randy asked, with a sly grin, as his hand left her breast and he brought it down across her body, into the heat that smoldered between her thighs.

"Mmmm, no," she purred, and kissed him again.

Her eyelids hooded her eyes and her lips formed a soft, silent 'o' shape as parted her legs a little to allow Randy's fingers to enter her quickly dampening pussy. The hiss of her indrawn breath at his touch, and the moan that followed, voiced both her permission and her approval. She opened them again in surprise when she felt his hand move away.

"Randy?" she let the question hang.

"Relax, baby," he grinned at her. "I'm not going anywhere. Enjoy..."

The hand that had briefly touched her sex drifted upward along the curves of her body, stopping long enough to move her hair away from her neck, as he raised himself up on one elbow. Then, his lips touched hers again, brushing wetly for an instant before they moved to her chin. She felt them linger for an instant there, then trail down along the line of her jaw, leaving feather-soft kisses in their wake. When he reached her ear, he opened his mouth and let a gentle draft of his warm breath caress her earlobe before giving it a soft, wet swipe with the tip of his tongue. He stayed nowhere, for very long; his kisses were soft and insistent and everywhere, now moving around to the skin behind her earlobe and thence down along her neck and out onto her shoulder.

He paused, there, and she thought that he was debating his next destination. Thus, she was taken fully by surprise when he bared his teeth and let them gently rake across the skin along her shoulder, before pressing his lips tightly against her skin and sucking hard on her sweet flesh.

"Yessss!" she hissed, the heat rising within her. "Yes, darling; do it! Mark me!"

Realizing that the sweet torture he was administering wasn't going to end anytime soon, she left her body collapse onto the mattress, flat on her back, She was utterly his, and wanted nothing more than for him to do to her as he wished.

"Mmm," she moaned, letting the sound rumble and purr and growl in her throat to let him know just exactly what he was doing to her. "What a delightful way to start my day!"

Randy raised his body for a moment, noting with a smile the mark he'd left on her skin, its shade already beginning to darken. It wouldn't show; not unless she wore a bathing suit, and she'd given her blessing to being thus marked as his. He paused for a moment, again wondering for a brief, fleeting moment if this were nothing more than the continuation of that so-real dream...

"If this is a dream, then I don't ever want to wake up!" he thought, briefly.

Lowering his mouth to her skin once more, he trailed his kisses ever downward, from her soft shoulder to her sumptuous breasts, where he alternated the fluttering of his lips with darting licks from his tongue in an agonizingly slow spiral. Round and round he traced, until he came to the sweet summit of her bosoms. There, he bared his teeth once more and bid down gently on her nipples, remembering her delight when he'd done it hours earlier.

"Oh, god, Randy, yes! Bite me! I love it!" she groaned, leaving no doubt in his mind as to her approval of that slight kink.

Eventually, when he had administered the full 'treatment' to both of her abundant breasts, he moved on to kissing her tummy, slowly working his way down along the delicious curves of her beautiful body. He hadn't realized how difficult the effort would be. He was fighting a small battle within himself. On the one hand, he wanted to tease her mercilessly, raise her state of arousal to the highest pitch she had ever experienced. On the other hand, he was dying to get another taste of those sweet, sweet juices that her pussy dispensed. Somehow, he managed to make her torture last and, when he finally slid his tongue inside the opening to her vagina and then licked forcefully upward to her throbbing clit, Rachel responded with a delighted squeal. Slowly, but firmly, he flicked the inflamed bud with his tongue and then wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it gently.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" she groaned as he suckled on it like a nursing infant. "That's so wonderful! Mmmmmmm!"

Rachel's body writhed on the mattress under his loving attentions. Her moans began to grow quickly in volume and pitch, and the interval between them grew markedly shorter. She wondered if she would cum again, the way she had the night before. She knew that she squirted occasionally, when she masturbated, but it wasn't something that occurred every time. Yet, last night she had squirted twice in a row, drenching first his face and then his entire midsection with her torrent of juices. The way he was teasing her, licking and kissing her flesh, the way her insides were beginning to squirm and clench, she had a feeling that it was going to happen for a third time.

Randy allowed himself a brief smile. It was a smile of acknowledgment, as he noted his lover's responses to his efforts, and a smile of pleasure as he licked her luscious juices from his lips and savored their sweetness.

"I think you've just replaced chocolate, as my favorite taste, baby," he grinned, and then set to work on her again.

Changing his position slightly between her thighs, he brought up his right hand and inserted two fingers into her opening. Curling them around and upward within her, he searched for and found the spongy-feeling tissue that lay inside and just behind her clit -- her 'G-spot'. The fingers that had spent years developing the skill and dexterity of plucking his guitar strings in intricate patterns now strummed a solo of a different sort altogether -- one calculated to take her arousal far beyond any level she'd experienced before. He'd read about it on one of those sexual 'how-to' sites on the Internet but, in the heat of their previous night's passion -- and the awe and wonder of two people in love, discovering the pleasures of sexual intimacy for the first time -- it had totally slipped his mind. Now, though . . .

Rachel felt the fingers slip inside her, felt them begin to rotate and strum. Her eyes went wide as a series of orgasms different in texture and intensity than anything she'd felt before began to wrack her body. Her back arched involuntarily on the bed, burying Randy's face and tongue deep beneath her plush thighs as she bathed him in a geyser of girl-cum. A sound slipped its way into her consciousness, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her own voice, screaming.

"Oh, god, baby! Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSS!! " she urged him. "Oh, holy fuck! Don't stop, baby; please, don't stop! More! More! MORRRRRE!"

Her left hand was pounding the bed with each spasm as her body bucked and heaved outside of her conscious control, and her right hand shot out and grasped his ponytail, pulling on his head and grinding his face into her flooding pussy.

She was panting wildly, now, gasping for breath between paroxysms of sheer physical pleasure. Randy didn't want her to pass out from lack of oxygen, so he gradually slowed the movement of his fingers inside her dripping tunnel. Easing his tongue away from constant contact with her clit, he set about licking up the wash of juices that had streamed from her. He slurped them up on his tongue, gathering them into his mouth, filling it and relishing the wonderful, sweet essence of his lover. Occasionally, his quest for more of the delectable fluid sent his tongue grazing over her rosebud.

With the lessening of the sensations, Rachel was finding it easier to grab a breath, easier to feel and separate the individual sensations of Randy's actions on her body. She felt his tongue swipe at her anus, and the subtle twinge of pleasure that slithered its way along her spinal cord to her brain every time that contact was made. It was a delicious little kink that she hadn't realized was a part of her, and she made a mental note of it. It was certainly worth exploring, if her new lover was at all in the mood!

When he'd licked and swallowed the last of her squirting that hadn't already soaked its way into the sheets, Randy began kissing his way back up her body, following a somewhat shortened version of the path he'd originally taken to reach her pussy. His last kiss was on her chin, and then he raised up on one arm, looking down at the woman he had just pleasured. Dimly, he was aware of the fact that everything he had done to her, he had either read about somewhere, or seen in a movie. Still, those actions had all been things he wanted to do to her. 

Amazingly, it appeared that they had all worked. Her face was glowing, the sort of glow he'd read about but never seen in person. Her eyes were closed, and a soft smile played across her lips, her body still gently undulating on the mattress as the last echoes of ecstasy slowly faded. He allowed himself a contented smile, vowing to put this same look on her face as often as he had the opportunity for as long as she wanted to be with him. As the notion occurred to him, he granted himself the barest fringe of hope that it would be forever.

Moments passed, and Rachel slowly became aware that Randy's ministrations to her flesh had ceased. She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her lover, the man who had just taken her to heights of passion the likes of which she hadn't realized could exist. In a dim way, in the recesses of her mind, she understood that there was something very special between them, that the sort of pleasure he'd just given her was born out of burgeoning love, and not merely the desire of a horny male for a quick fuck.

"Hold onto this one, girl," she told herself. It was an instruction she intended to follow to the letter.

"Darling," she breathed the endearment as her hand snaked up to catch the nape of his neck and gently draw his lips down to hers.

The kiss was long and passionate, filled with a pair of tongues fighting a splendid duel that was won and lost -- joyfully so, on both counts -- by both sides. When, at length, their lips parted, she drew back and looked at him again. His face was dripping with her juices. She squirmed and slipped out from under him, levering herself up on one elbow as his body came to rest at her side. She grasped his ponytail again, noting in passing -- with a giggle -- what a lovely 'handle' it made, and gently pulled his face close to hers. She planted one last soft kiss on his lips.

"My turn, to clean you up, darling," she breathed the words into the open hollow of his mouth.

Turning her attention to his dripping plight, she began the task of collecting her juices from his chin, his cheeks, and even from his nose, collecting them on her tongue and drawing them into her mouth. When she finished with his face, she lifted his hand -- the hand with the fingers that had played that most excellent virtuoso solo on her insides -- to her lips. Putting on a little 'show' for him, she treated each finger as though it was a miniature version of his cock. Slowly, and with loving care, she sucked her moisture from them, as well, savoring the taste. 

She hadn't considered the notion, before, but -- she had to admit -- she tasted pretty good. She wondered briefly what other women might taste like, before putting the thought out of her mind. Discovering the answer to that question would mean she'd have to actually go down on another woman. Twelve hours ago, she wouldn't have ruled that out as a possibility. Now, though, it felt to her like it would be cheating on Randy. She'd promised herself, from the time she was old enough to understand the concepts of love, sex, marriage, and infidelity, that -- if she was ever lucky enough to find that one special man who wanted to spend his life with her -- she would be absolutely faithful to him in every way. The only other possible way for her to fine out, without cheating, would require a threesome -- her, Randy, and the 'other woman'. And she was pretty certain that she wasn't willing to share this man's charms -- not to mention his talents and his body -- with any other woman. She didn't have a large circle of friends, but she'd heard enough of what the guys would term 'locker-room gossip' to know that what Randy had done to her in the last twelve hours were things that most of her peers had dreamed of or read about, but never experienced. If Randy were to treat that 'other woman' in the threesome even half as wonderfully as he had just pleasured her . . . she didn't want to think about the possibilities.

She took a final swipe of her tongue at his fingers and then licked the last residue from her own lips. Letting her eyes roll upward in their sockets beneath half-hooded lids, she flashed him her delight in a coquettish expression.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "No wonder you like licking me down there!"

"I could do it again," he offered with a big smile. "It's something I know I'll never get tired of doing."

"Mmmmm," she moaned again. "Maybe later, darling. Right now, I want that beautiful cock inside me!"

A sly smile crossed Randy's face. He remembered seeing a section in The Joy of Sex about the doggie-style position.

"Get up on your hands and knees, baby," he suggested.

"Ooohh, darling!" she cooed, flashing him an evil grin as she rolled to her knees and stuck her plump ass into the air, wiggling it at him. 

"Is this what you want, baby?" she teased, looking back at him over her shoulder.

Randy took in the sight with a grin. He'd always thought that Rachel had a cute butt, even camouflaged by the ill-fitting slacks or skirts and dresses she'd worn when they were in school together. Now, revealed to him at last, the sight didn't disappoint in the least. It was like two large, perfect pillows just waiting to be squeezed. Her wet pussy was visible, begging to engulf his cock. He approached slowly, giving Rachel's ass a squeeze as he did so. 

"You like what you see, baby?" she purred.

"'Like' doesn't do it justice, baby! I love it," Randy replied enthusiastically. "I've always thought you had a nice ass."

"Just don't put it in there, not yet at least," she said.

Until her mention of it, he hadn't even thought about doing that. But he hadn't really been toying with the idea of trying it any time soon. Now, her comment planted the seed of possibility in Randy's mind. He began wondering how his cock would feel buried in her ass. Well, there was time enough to consider that later. Her 'at least, not yet' indicated that she, too, was obviously toying with the notion. She'd let him know when she'd made up her mind about it, he knew. And the fact that she was already toying with the idea, this early in their relationship, was a good omen.


Ep. 02 Love Me Tomorrow



On his knees, Randy slipped in behind her. When he was close enough, he put the head of his cock just outside of Rachel's pussy and slid it in slowly. 

"Stop, baby," she told him, when he had the first inch of himself inside her hot tunnel, and he wondered if he had hurt her in some way with his entrance.

She didn't leave him wondering long, though. Arching her back gently and pressing against the headboard with her hands, She began to rock her body backwards, slowly engulfing him, taking an inch at a time until she had herself fully impaled on him. With every movement of her body, she groaned loudly with the pleasure of being filled with him.

"Damn, baby, you feel good!" Randy said, gripping her hips with his hands and savoring the feeling of her heated depths as they embraced him..

"Enjoying the view back there?" Rachel chuckled, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Baby, you have no idea!" Randy said with a grin.

Wiggling her ass around his cock, she said, "Actually, I've got a pretty good idea. Now give it to me, Randy. . . I want you . . . "

Randy started slowly, as much to stave off his own orgasm as to build Rachel up. She moaned happily, pushing her ass back with each thrust of Randy's cock. His grip tightened around her hips as their lovemaking grew in intensity. She could feel Randy's balls slapping against her clit gently, causing her to buck even more against him. 

"Oh yeah, baby," she cried, "that feels so good. Fuck me harder . . . uuunnggghhh . . ."

Randy was happy to comply, kneading the cheeks of her ass with each thrust. The kneading motion brought his forefinger in light, grazing strokes across Rachel's puckered anus. It took him a few moments, but eventually he noticed it, and changed his grip so that the finger wouldn't intrude.

"Don't," she moaned, a plaintive note to her voice. "Don't move it, baby! Go ahead and put your finger in me! Be gentle, though."

Randy slid his cock from her dripping slit briefly, allowing his fingers room to dip inside and catch some of her juices, drawing them upward and spreading it across her rosebud. When he had it lubricated to a degree he thought sufficient, he slipped his cock back into her again and gently inserted his finger slowly inside Rachel's ass. A brief bit of experimentation gave him time to find a good rhythm for both his cock and finger to stroke in and out of her.

"Oh god yes, I love that," Rachel panted. "Now fuck me hard . . . I wanna cum all over that wonderful cock."

Burying his finger completely in her ass, Randy began pumping his cock into her soft, wet velvet as hard and as fast as he could. Rachel cried out, clutching the sheets harder with each thrust. She tried to keep up with her effort to meet him halfway with every stroke, but her rhythm was starting to falter as the pleasures overwhelmed her. Shudders wracked her body as his balls slapped against her engorged clit. 

Suddenly, Randy felt his cock being clasped by Rachel's pussy, and felt her juices begin to run down his thigh. 

"Oh, god, baby, you got me!" she wailed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaaiiiiieeeeeee!" 

The combination of sensations -- the feel of her pussy clutching his shaft, her seeming delight at his finger buried in her rectum, the sound of her cries and wails -- loomed over him like a sudden tidal wave and crashed down on him. He barely had time to give her warning of his own nearing climax.

"Me, too, baby!" he managed to grunt.

"Don't cum yet, baby," Rachel pleaded.

She pulled herself from him with a sudden heave. Whipping around, she put her mouth on his cock as quickly as she could, stroking it with her hand as she did so. He cried out as his balls shot a geyser of cum down her throat. As she relished the taste of him, Rachel pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the remainder of his seed splash against her face and cascade onto her breasts. 

When his spurting ceased, she drew back slightly and made him watch while she massaged his cream into her breasts like precious skin lotion, with one hand, while the other collected the cum from her face and drew it all into her mouth. She paused, then, kneeling on the mattress in front of him, and looking slightly up at him through half-hooded eyes. Opening her mouth wide, she displayed his cum, pooled on her tongue, while her lips curled in a seductive smile. Tilting her chin upward, she brought another drop of his seed to her lips and sucked it off, then let the tip of her finger trace downward along her chin and onto her throat, following the contraction of her throat muscles as she swallowed his offering. The display was so hot that Randy found himself shuddering.

"Looks like we learn pretty quickly!" she said with a laugh as she licked the last of his essence from her fingers. "And to think that, until last night, we were both virgins."

Randy nodded enthusiastically. He lost coherence, though, when his eyes met hers as she looked up at him. He ran his fingers through her long brown hair and smiled. He couldn't imagine being with anyone other than this radiant goddess before him. 

The radiant goddess smiled back at him.

"I love you, Randy," she told him quietly. The look in her eyes told him that, while her voice was soft and sweet and low, her heart and soul were screaming the words at the top of their lungs.

"I love you too, Rachel," he said. And he meant it, with all of him. The thought of first loves hardly ever lasting forever reared its ugly head in his brain, and he squashed it the way he would squash a noisome cockroach. He knew that he could search the whole world over, and never find another woman to compare with the one whose deep chocolate eyes now gazed so steadily into his.

They relaxed then, collapsing onto the bed with arms gently about each other, enjoying the sweet afterglow of their spent passion, and Randy drew a deep breath. It was then that he became aware of the pungent smell of their lovemaking, as well as his own stench. Rachel had bathed before their first heated bout of sex, the night before, but he hadn't had time to do so before she'd drawn him to her bed. He marveled that she hadn't commented on the smell of sweat on his body. He'd spent the earlier hours of the evening under hot stage lights, sweating out his music to the crowd at the club, and he could certainly smell its after-effects, mixed in with the heavy aroma of sex.

"Let's go take a shower, baby," he said.

Rachel caught a whiff and said, "Whew! Yeah, let's! We could both use one! But we can do that in a few minutes. I want to try something else, first, though."

"What might that be?" he asked her, chuckling. Offhand, he could really only think of one thing they hadn't tried, during the last twelve or so hours.

In answer, she leaned toward her nightstand and came back with her pack of Turkish Jades, the ashtray, and her lighter. Tapping one of the cigarettes loose from the pack, she took it daintily between the first two fingers of her left hand and brought it nearly to her lips.

"Can I have a light, darling?" she giggled at him.

Randy grabbed the lighter from where she'd dropped it on the bed, flicking it to life and raising it toward the tip of her cigarette as she closed her lips around the filter. She guided his hand, and the flame, with her free hand, making sure to gently stroke his palm with her thumb in the process. He watched as the end of the cigarette grew bright orange and her cheeks hollowed, slightly, with the force of her draw. Then she pulled the cigarette away and opened her mouth to inhale. A tiny wisp of smoke tried to escape, only to be drawn back as she inhaled deeply.

Rachel hadn't smoked, when he knew her back in high school. It was possible that she'd started, since a number of other girls in their class had already taken up the habit, but he'd never seen her indulge in it. She had only smoked in front of him once, thus far, and that had been last night, on the way from that gas station to her house. It had been a bit of a surprise to him that she had started, but he'd been too busy concentrating on driving through the pouring rain to really pay any attention.

Now that he didn't have to worry about rain-slicked roads and heavy traffic, Randy watched her, almost mesmerized. He'd never thought of smoking as having any sort of erotic aspect, even though he'd seen some occasional Internet references to that notion. The way Rachel smoked, though... There was definitely a sensual quality to her actions. The way she wrapped her moist lips around the filter subtly reminded him of those same lips, as she'd wrapped them around his cock. The creamy white ball of smoke, as it hung in her mouth in that moment when she opened it to inhale became overlaid with the image of her displaying his cum to him, pooled on her tongue just before she swallowed it.

"Yessss!" she breathed the word out with the smoke she exhaled, rousing him out of his study of her.

"Yes, what, babe?" he asked her. "And what is it, that you wanted to try, before we hit the shower?"

"This, darling," she giggled, holding the Jade out in front of him. "I've heard some of the girls at school say that the very best cigarette of the day is the one after you've just been fucked totally senseless. I wanted to find out if it's true."

"Well, is it?" he chuckled as he asked her.

She took another deep drag, pumped again and inhaled a second time on top of the first, and then held the Jade out to him.

"Try it and see," she urged him, her words punctuated with little clouds of exhaled smoke.

He took the cigarette from her fingertips and brought it to his lips, taking a deep drag. It wasn't his own brand, but he'd left his own on the dash of his van, last night. He hadn't anticipated his doing anything more than walking her to her door. He certainly hadn't imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that she would invite him into her house and then into her bed. When she had appeared before him, freshly-showered and standing there in that diaphanous nightgown, and asked him to make love to her, going out to his van for a pack of smokes had been the absolute last thing on his mind!

She was right, though. Smoke after sex was absolutely the best!

"We're going to do this a lot," he grinned, passing the cigarette back to her as he vented his exhale at the ceiling.

"What?" she asked him. "Sharing a smoke, or smoking after sex?"

"Both, of course," he giggled.

"I agree!" she nodded. "Especially that smoking-after-sex part!"

She took another long drag and passed the cigarette back to him. He brought the filter nearly to his lips, then paused.

"How long have you been smoking?" he asked her. Taking a drag, he passed the Jade back to her.

"Since I was about sixteen," she answered. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"How can it bother me, if I smoke, too?" he shrugged. "I was just curious. What got you into it?"

"Eh, it was the classic 'trying to fit in' bullshit," Rachel admitted. "Not to mention the crap I get into for being a fat girl."

"I see," he said, nodding for Rachel to go on.

"Anyways," she continued, exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nostrils. "I went to the girls' room and saw some of the seniors smoking and I asked them why they started. At first they gave me shit, thinking I was gonna narc on them. But I explained that I was simply curious and they told me that it was good stress relief."

Rachel paused, pulling a drag from the Jade. She passed it to Randy, who took one and handed it back. There was only a drag left, so she took it and stubbed out the butt, immediately lighting a second cigarette.

"So," she continued as she exhaled, "one of the girls handed me one to try. You can imagine the coughing I did after that first drag! After the second drag, though, it became second nature to me and I had to admit that it felt wonderful. Looking back, I think they started me on the habit to prevent me from busting them but I don't mind so much. But after that, I'd join some of the girls outside at the back of the gym after school for a smoke or two. Those times were some of the few pleasant memories I have from school."

"So when did your folks catch you?" Randy asked her, accepting the Jade for a drag and then passing it back. "I'm assuming that your parents found out somehow or else you wouldn't have your own ashtray in your bedroom."

"It only took them a couple of weeks to find out," Rachel said with a chuckle. "I was having a smoke outside the fence at school when my mom drove by. Funny, she wasn't nearly as steamed as thought she would be."

"Oh?" Randy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, she was pissed as hell at first!" Rachel said wide-eyed. "I expected to be grounded for a month for that. But to my surprise, we went to Cumby's and she asked me what I was smoking. I told her 'Camel Turkish Jades'. She came out with an entire carton."

"Sounds like your mother's pretty cool," Randy commented.

"She was more pissed that I was doing it behind her back," Rachel admitted. "She made sure to leave out some of the details to Daddy when she explained that I started smoking. He just shrugged and took another drag off his Marlboro. Every morning since then, Mom and I would sit and have a pleasant conversation over coffee and a cigarette . . . it was nice! That is until she admitted that cigarettes are an appetite suppressant and she hoped that it'd help me lose weight."

She paused for a moment, looking down at the space of mattress between them, taking another drag.

'What's wrong, baby?" he asked her.

"I'm not too 'big' for you, am I?"

Randy reached out a gentle finger to her chin, lifting her face to look at him again.

"I told you I liked 'big' girls," he smiled softly. "As far as I'm concerned, there's just that much more of you for me to put my arms around, and hold."

"God, you say the nicest things, baby," she grinned at him, then pulled him close for a long and tongue-filled kiss. Randy had heard the old saying, that kissing someone who smokes is like kissing an ashtray. He really couldn't understand it. Rachel's smoky breath tasted heavenly to him.

They finished the rest of that second cigarette together in relative silence, each finding their mind awhirl with thoughts that needed sifting, examining. Eventually, Rachel took the last drag and crushed the butt out in the small ashtray.

"Let's get cleaned off and get some breakfast, baby," she suggested.

"Right!" Randy agreed. "Then we can get dirty and smelly all over again!"

Rachel laughed and gently slapped his arm.

He grabbed her, putting his mouth to her luscious nipple, and she steeled herself for the expected onslaught of his tongue. She was surprised when he simply blew air out past the lips pressed against her flesh, making a sort-of 'farting' sound. They both laughed as he pulled his lips away.

Twisting her body to free herself of his light grasp, Rachel giggled as she ran into the bathroom, Randy chasing her and occasionally tickling her when he got close enough. Rachel bent over and turned the water on, turning Randy on in the process. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that his cock was surging back to life once more.. 

"Damn, baby, you do love my ass, don't you?" she laughed.

Randy chuckled and said, "Yeah, well what can I say?"

Rachel stood up straight and turned around, wrapping her arms around her lover and kissing him passionately. Randy held her even closer and kissed her harder. When the two lovers came up for air, Rachel stared up into his soft brown eyes.

"You drive me insane, baby!" she informed him.

"Then, you'll let me know when I've got it down to the point where it's only a short walk?" he chuckled.

She couldn't think of a good retort for that line, and so she reached out and turned on the shower, testing the water with her hand. 

"Hope you don't mind the water hot," she said.

"As long as I don't get blisters, I'll be fine," Randy replied with a chuckle.

Rachel stepped into the shower, Randy close behind her. The two lovers were kissing again as soon as the shower door was closed, letting their hands roam freely over each other's wet flesh. When they stopped, they took turns washing each other. Rachel particularly enjoyed washing Randy's hair, as it shone like glistening onyx against her hands. When it was Rachel's turn to have her back washed, she had Randy stand with his back to the showerhead. He then lathered a washcloth and began washing her back all the way down to her ass.

"You know, Randy," Rachel told him quietly, as he ran the soapy rag deep between her buttocks, "I really liked what you did to my butt, earlier."

"Yeah?" he asked, wondering if she was thinking what he thought she was thinking.

"I was just wondering how your cock would feel in there," she confessed, looking over her shoulder to see if he was at all accepting of the idea. Scarcely an hour earlier, she had asked him not to do that very thing. "You don't think that's weird of me, do you?"

Randy smiled, allaying her fears as he stroked a soapy hand between her cheek, pumping his lathered index finger briefly at the pucker of her anus and letting it enter her to the first knuckle. 

"Mmmmm," she groaned, wiggling her ass at him with the pleasure of the sensation and gently squeezing her sphincter around his fingertip.

"Just how much porn have you watched, woman?" he asked her, stepping close behind her and wrapping his free arm around her. 

Somewhat reluctantly, because the move required him to remove his finger from her, she turned slowly within the circle of his arms. The lather coating her body made the sensation of her skin against his feel absolutely heavenly, especially when her hardened nipples dragged across his chest.

"A lot, baby!" she laughed. "My dad would kill me if he knew how long I've been raiding his stash of magazines and videos! How do you think I 'learned' about how to make love to a man?"

Somewhat reluctantly, she slipped free of him for the length of time it took her to open the shower stall door, grapple for something on the counter by the sink, and then close the door again. She handed him a bottle of baby oil.

"From what I've read, you're gonna need a lot of this stuff, or else it'll hurt like hell," she said, then turned away from him and bent over, presenting her ass to him once more. "Let's try this, baby, before I chicken out. Please?"

Randy poured a liberal amount of baby oil onto his cock and down the valley between the cheeks of her ass. She purred happily as he massaged the oil onto her rosebud. She purred louder as he inserted his finger into her again and began stroking it in and out. Gradually, at first, and then more rapidly, he felt her sphincters loosen enough to allow a second digit to accompany the first.  Another couple minutes worth of stroking and she was ripe for a third digit, and let him know it.

"Can you add another finger, darling?" she begged, then groaned in sheer ecstasy as his third finger joined the first two in stretching her rosebud open. It had taken her a few moments before she realized what he was doing -- gently stretching her opening wider and wider, to lessen the shock when he gave her what she really wanted there -- and she absolutely adored him for it. She was sure that none of the other boys at school would have taken this much care for her.

"That's it, lover," she goaded him. "Stretch my ass with your fingers, and get it ready for your big cock! God, it feels so gooooodddd!"

Looking over her shoulder at him, she let him see the glaze of pleasure that filled her eyes as she humped her ass on his fingers and stroked her clit with one hand.

"I think I'm ready to try it, baby," she told him finally. Reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks with her hands, to allow him a less-obstructed access.




Ep. 02 Love Me Tomorrow



Randy looked down as he withdrew his fingers, noting that her pucker hadn't fully closed yet. He drizzled a little more of the baby oil into her hole and then applied another liberal coating to his cock, finally positioning its head at her opening.  

"Okay, gently now," she said.

Rachel hissed slightly with the sensation as Randy pushed the head of his cock forward until the corona was lodged just slightly inside. His efforts at loosening her had paid big off with huge dividends, obviously, because it felt very nearly as pleasurable to her as when he'd first slid into her pussy. Then, bracing herself against the wall of the shower with her hands, she began inching her ass backward onto Randy's cock in a rocking motion, grunting as she took him deeper and deeper inside her. 

"Are you all right? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Randy asked nervously.

Rachel moaned as she the last remaining inch of Randy's cock into her ass. "Ooohh yeah, I'm fine. I'm just getting used to the feel of your beautiful cock stretching me back there."

She then began moving back and forth little by little, until she had the lube spread all through the length of her tunnel, and his shaft was sliding as easily as it had in her snatch.

"God, that feels magnificent! I'm so full..." she groaned. "Please baby . . . fuck me nice and slow . . . oohhhh yeah that's it . . .oh, fuck; I love this!"

Randy found that he was really enjoying how tight and hot Rachel's asshole was. Even at the slow pace they were going, he found he was getting close to orgasm. It was Rachel, though, who was the most surprised. She found that she was about to cum even though Randy hadn't even touched her pussy. She pulled and twisted her nipples, moaning even louder.

"Omigod, I'm gonna cum baby," she cried. "Fuck my ass harder, baby! Fuck it like you fucked my cunt! I wanna feel you cum in my fat ass!"

It only took a few fast pumps until Randy groaned and shot his seed into her bowels. Rachel began to grind harder against him as the waves of her orgasm increased in intensity, until she pounded on the wall in front of her and screamed. Randy slid out slowly, then helped Rachel stand upright on her wobbly legs. 

"Wow, that was intense," she said. "I'm gonna finish up and then get out of the shower. The steam is beginning to make me feel lightheaded."

Randy suspected that it wasn't really the steam, that it was the excitement, coupled with her rapid panting breathing as they'd fucked. Add in the fact that her head had been hanging slightly lower than her ass, making an easy target for pooling blood, and the mere act of her standing up had triggered the dizzy spell. He didn't bother telling her that, though. Instead, he kissed her gently.

"Okay," he said. "I'm almost done myself. Can you do me a big favor, once you're dressed, and bring in my gym bag, my hairbrush, and my smokes from my van? My keys are in my left pants pocket."

She kissed him on the nose and said, "Sure thing, sweetness," as she left him to finish on his own.

* * * * * * * 

He wasn't terribly quick about it. How could he be, when his mind was so filled with the whirling thoughts of this wonderful woman who had magically stepped into his life, and all that he had shared with her in the last half-day. Still, fifteen minutes after Rachel left the bathroom, Randy finished washing himself off, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. Waiting for him on the toilet was his gym bag, his hairbrush and a note:

"Here you go baby. I saw you had some clean stuff, in the bag. Your clothes from yesterday were all sweaty, and I got some of my mud on you, last night. I figured I'd wash your clothes while we have breakfast.. Love, ~Rach"

Beneath her flourished signature was a long line of x's and o's.

Randy dried himself and fished in his gym bag for the pants to his gi. Luckily, he hadn't had a lesson or a practice session since they'd been washed. If they'd been sweated up from a heavy workout in the dojo, he'd have had nothing clean to wear. He stepped into the pants and cinched the black web belt around his waist. Donning the spare tank top from the bag, he brushed the tangles out of his hair and put it back into its usual ponytail. Satisfied that he at least looked half-decent, he grabbed his gym bag and cigarettes and left the bathroom. As he walked out into the hallway, he smelled the scent of coffee brewing. He followed his nose to the kitchen, where he saw Rachel bent over, searching through the refrigerator. She was dressed simply, in a t-shirt and blue jeans. He gave her a brief 'wolf-whistle', to let her know that he appreciated the view she was giving him, in that position.

"Thanks for the compliment, honey," she giggled without turning. "Coffee's on the table, for you. What would you like for breakfast?"

Randy surveyed the small breakfast table, taking the seat that gave him the best overall view of both the kitchen and the woman who had so thoroughly enchanted him. There was a steaming mug of coffee on the table, along with the typical sugar bowl and a small cardboard carton of half-and-half and an ashtray. He took a moment to add his usual amounts of cream and sugar, took an appreciative sip of the brew, and lit a cigarette.

"I hadn't thought about it but, now that you ask, I'm starving!" he told her. "What did you have in mind?"

"I could think of quite a few things, baby," she giggled, turning from the refrigerator with a jug of milk and a carton of eggs in her arms. 'But I guess I ought to feed you, first. Can't have you pass out from fatigue or hunger, when I get around to those other things, now can I?"

"True enough," Randy joined her in the laughter. "You gave me quite a workout, both last night and this morning!"

"Is that a complaint?" she set the foodstuffs on the counter, turning to him with her hands on her hips. Judging from the fact that she was trying her hardest not to crack a smile, Randy figured the whole thing was an act.

"Not at all, beautiful!" he told her honestly. "I'm just stating a fact, is all. Any time you want to give me another workout like that, just let me know!"

"Alright, then," she let the straight face laps into a grin, walking over to give him a brief kiss and steal a drag from his cigarette. "Tell you what. My gram makes the best damned French toast in all of Arkham, and she taught me everything she knows about cooking."

"My grandmother taught me an Old Korean proverb: 'Never trust a skinny cook!'" he said with a laugh. "French toast sounds wonderful!"

"I guess every culture has its own version of that proverb, huh?" Rachel chuckled. "I'd really love to meet your family. They sound really great."

"I was actually thinking of taking you to meet them later today," Randy said as he sipped his coffee. "That is, if you feel comfortable with it."

"That would be great!" she said. Turning back to the counter, she cracked some eggs into a large bowl, added some milk, and grabbed a whisk to begin beating the ingredients into the dipping batter.

Rachel hummed softly to herself as she prepared breakfast. It took her several moments, before she realized that the tune she was humming was one out of her childhood, the Ten Minutes Ago waltz, from Rogers and Hammerstein's Broadway production of Cinderella. Well, that was easy enough to understand, given the lyrics that accompanied the tune. What shook her, what rattled her to her very core, was the sudden joining of Randy's baritone voice when she got to the final portion of the tune's refrain.

"In the arms of my love, I'm flying, over mountain and meadow and glen; And I like it so well that, for all I can tell, I may never come down again! I may never come down to Earth, again...."

Would there ever come a moment when something about him, about what they seemed to share, failed to amaze and thrill her? She prayed that it wouldn't happen, shivered at the vision that popped briefly into her mind, and then resolutely turned herself to the task of cooking breakfast.

For most of her life, Rachel had felt that the only way she'd be able to keep a man was through her cooking. That was assuming she ever got lucky enough to find a man, in the first place. She glanced at Randy sipping his coffee and smoking in silence and smiled, then hoped that she was viewing a possible future for the two of them. She also hoped that her parents would accept him. 

The Tarunens weren't a wealthy family, but they weren't poor, either. Her mother was very conscious about appearance and social status, and her father, although he was loathe to admit it, had some decided racist tendencies. 

It was her parents who had pushed her to date Scott Lister. They were friends, at least in a social sense, with Scott's parents. They didn't seem to care that Scott was a jerk who hadn't really ever bothered to even say hello to Rachel, either at school or at social functions that both families attended.

"He'll come around, eventually, dear," her mother would always say, whenever the subject of how Scott treated her would come up in conversation. "Of course, if you'd watch your diet and get a little bit of exercise -- lose a little weight -- he'd probably see the light about the 'real' you, a whole lot sooner..."

Rachel had been unable to convince her mother that a good man would accept her for who, and what, she was. Her mother would always ignore her, and go on about what a 'good family' the Listers were. What that really meant, of course, was that the Listers were well-to-do and higher on the social ladder than the Tarunens. Unspoken, yet nonetheless understood, was her parents' belief that their own status would rise if Rachel were to marry into the Lister family. Truth be told, she didn't give a damn about things like that. 

"Do you think your folks would like me?" Randy's voice snapped her from her thoughts.

She turned to him with a serious expression. 

"I don't know, honestly, honey," she admitted. "I guess I should tell you that my dad's kind of a racist. He was in the Army, in 'Nam, and my grandfather died on Iwo Jima. Dad's tolerant to a degree, but he'd have a hard time accepting a non-white into the family."

Randy's face betrayed his sinking heart, so Rachel put her hand gently on his shoulder. 

"And I'd have a hard time accepting my family telling me who to date," she informed him. "I'm eighteen now, and preparing to go to college. I mean, it's 2003 for crissakes! That type of thinking died a long time ago.

"Do you think your family would like me?" she asked, trying to take his mind in another direction.

"The only problem I think you'd have is that you don't speak Korean and my grandparents don't speak much English, but I'll be happy to translate for you. Don't worry, I'm not going to translate 'I'm pleased to meet you' as 'Your mother sleeps with my dog', or anything like that! But consider that I'm part Swede, as well as part Asian, so you should be okay."

"You don't talk too much about your father, I've noticed. Your parents divorced?"

"Yeah, when he ran off with his secretary, to Seattle, when I was twelve. I still haven't really forgiven him for that. I hear tell I've got a half-sister, somewhere out there, but I've never met her."

"My parents bicker and fight almost constantly, whether it's about what he went through in 'Nam, her nagging at him for not picking up the dirty clothes, him sniping at her for her shopping habits and her pathological need to keep up appearances. They barely tolerate each other, but they're still together, I think, 'for my sake'. Sometimes I wish they'd just split up and get it over with."

"That's really sad," Randy sighed. "Sometimes one's family only serves as a cautionary tale, to teach you what not to do, by their example."

"I'm somewhat used to it, which is why I can't wait to go to college," Rachel replied as she put the food on the table.

Taking a bite, Randy asked, "So you're going to Misky?"

"No, I'm going to the University of Southern Maine." It was Rachel's turn to sigh. "I want to get as far away from my family as possible, while still being close enough to drive to Boston if I felt like it. Besides, the campus at Miskatonic gives me the creeps. We can still visit each other, though."

Randy nodded and smiled as he tore into his breakfast. 

"You like?" she asked.

He nodded enthusiastically as he gobbled another sausage. He realized that he wasn't simply hungry . . . he was positively ravenous. He swallowed the bite he was chewing. 

"I must've worked up a hell of an appetite! This is wicked good, baby!" He stifled a belch and continued, "That kinda sucks that you're moving all the way out to Maine, but I can understand your reasons. I looked into that school before I enrolled in Miskatonic. Misky offered the best scholarship, which was the major deciding factor. The other factor was that I wanted to be close to Grandfather's school, because I want to eventually become an instructor there. I want to teach women how to defend themselves, and teach children mental discipline. I'm also trying to start up my own software company. I've got some ideas for some pieces of software that might appeal to beginning musicians."

"Don't they have stuff like that already?" she asked him. "Like 'Cakewalk' and 'ProTools'?"

"Oh, I know," he snorted, trying to swallow another bite so he could talk without his mouth being full. "Do you realize how much ProTools costs? That alone usually puts it out of the reach of musicians who are just getting good, but aren't making a killing in weekend gigs. The basic functions of software like 'Cakewalk' are aimed at letting a decent musician -- guitarist or keyboard player, primarily -- sit and compose new music on a MIDI keyboard or guitar, without having to stop and write down all the notes and chords. The software does that automatically. You have to send in a copy of your song or tune in sheet-music form, as well as audio, if you want it copyrighted. The sheer cost of 'Cakewalk' keeps most new composers from ever getting to first base. I want to change that."

"Any other goals?" she smiled at him.

"Who knows?" he returned the smile, "I might even put out an occasional video game or two."

"That's awesome," she told him. "All I ever heard Scott talk about was football and partying and getting wasted."

"So what are you going to major in?" he turned the questioning around. 'What's your goal -- or goals?"

"I'm going to school to become an elementary school teacher, although I may change my mind down the road."

"I think you'd be awesome with kids," Randy said. "You have that way about you."

"You think so? I can only hope that you're right."

The pair finished their breakfast, Randy helping Rachel with the dishes. When they finished, Randy dug into his gym bag again and handed Rachel a copy of his band's CD. It bore a picture of a young woman kneeling at a grave holding a razor, and the title Remember The Dead. Rachel opened the inner booklet and read some of the lyrics, many of which were rather gruesome. She noticed that the credit for lead guitarist read 'Randy Cho' and asked him about it.

"I changed my name just before I enrolled into college," Randy said. "I haven't heard from my father since he left; I mainly get news from my mother, and what she hears is usually from the grapevine. I haven't even gotten a single birthday card or a letter from him, which really hurts. Since my grandfather has been more of a dad to me than my own father, I chose to honor my grandfather by changing my name. My legal name is actually Cho Ran-Jong now, but I still answer to 'Randy'."

"Oh, okay," Rachel said with a smile. She looked at the booklet again and saw that Randy had all the music-composition credits, and lyric credits for the songs "Dismembered and Resurrected" and "Call From The Grave". The last track was an instrumental which bore the CD's title. 

"Do you mind if I listen to this?" Rachel said.

"Not at all," Randy said. "After all, it's your CD."

Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Thank you, baby! That means so much to me. I can't wait to check this out!"

* * * * * * * 

About ten minutes later, halfway through the second cut on Randy's band's CD called "Covered in Drywall", the buzzer sounded dimly from the basement. Rachel led Randy down to where the laundry machines were, and Randy wandered around, nosing, while she shifted their clothing over to the dryer. He noticed that there was a furnished room, across the basement, and checked it out. It wasn't huge, but it held an old couch, a cluttered bookshelf littered with both books and collectible items, and a fairly expensive Korg keyboard hooked up to a computer.

"Someone in the family an amateur musician?" he asked her, hooking a thumb back at the open doorway as he came back to the laundry area.

"Oh. That's my little getaway place," she blushed. "I make my own techno music and remixes. It's just something I do when I'm either bored or depressed."

"That's amazing!" Randy said with a smile. "I'd really like to hear some of your stuff."

"Maybe someday," Rachel replied. "I honestly don't think a lot of it is that good, mainly because of my singing. Don't count on it being all that great, though. I'm sure it's not in the same league as yours."

She turned away, and led the way back up the stairs to the main level of the house. Back in the kitchen, she poured them each another cup of coffee, then sat down at the table and lit one of her Jades. Randy joined her at the table, quietly lighting a cigarette of his own, and the two sat for awhile, silently smoking and sipping at their coffee. Randy sensed that he'd touched a sensitive area of her life, and gave her the 'space' to decide whether she wanted to discuss it with him.

"You don't hear a lot of positive stuff, do you, Rachel?" he asked, finally, as he stubbed out his second cigarette. It was evident, based on the things she'd told him already about her parents and her relationship with them, but he asked the question anyway.

Rachel sighed and said, "No, not really. Every day it's 'your music will never go anywhere, Rachel', 'lose some weight, Rachel', 'quit daydreaming, Rachel', 'you should be out socializing, Rachel' . . . that shit's gotten so old it fossilized."

Randy touched her cheek, making her smile and staving off any tears that were forming. 

"That really sucks!" he told her. "I mean, I've gotten much the same thing, particularly about my music and the way I look. Still, my family knows that I'm still me, and that I'm serious about my studies. If the music takes off, I'll devote more time to it after I graduate. But I realize that the type of music I do isn't exactly popular and I'd be lucky to make enough money from it to support myself, let alone support a family. Anyway, I'm ready to jet if you are."

"Well, let me go see if your clothes are dry, yet," she suggested, rising from the table.

"I can come along," he ventured.

"No, baby," she waved him off. "It doesn't take two people to check the dryer. You just sit here and relax. I'll be back in a couple minutes, either with your clothes or without them."

She left the room, and he heard her footsteps descending the wooden stairs into the basement. After ten minutes or so, she returned to the room and placed his neatly folded clothes on the table in front of him. There was a bright smile on her face, almost the kind of look that hints at a secret, so he supposed her few minutes alone had left her get past her blue mood.

"Let me change, quickly, and we can get going," he told her.

"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here," Rachel replied.

As he followed her to the front hallway, Randy looked at Rachel in a new light, understanding where much of her shyness came from, as well as her initial skepticism toward him. His heart broke for her as she shared her stories with him, but at the same time he was grateful that she was comfortable enough with him to open up and share them. Together they walked out to Randy's van, and he opened the passenger door for her and gave her a hand up into the cabin. While he walked around to the driver's side of the van, Rachel buckled herself into place, lit cigarettes for each of them, and found another copy of his band's CD, swapping it for the Springsteen-mix disc that was still in the deck from the previous night.




Ep. 02 Love Me Tomorrow



As Randy backed the van out of the driveway, Rachel listened to the music. She was surprised that she could understand most of the lyrics, gutturally sung as they were. Occasionally her eyes would go wide when a particularly impressive guitar bit would stand out from the rest of the instrumentation. 

"Wow, this is really good!" she said. "In fact, you're quite amazing on the guitar. I'm really impressed, Randy."

Randy blushed hard.

"Thank you. To be honest, I feel like I could've done better if we could've afforded more time in the studio. But overall, I like how it turned out, especially 'Dismembered' and 'Remember the Dead'."

"Where do you get your lyrical ideas? I mean, 'Dismembered and Resurrected' is pretty gruesome, but I can honestly say that I've not read anything like this topically."

"I actually get inspired by movies I've seen. I have a great aunt in Seoul, who's a college professor. It's funny; she's actually closer to my mother's age, even though she's my grandfather's sister. Anyway, every so often she sends me a bunch of movies from South Korea, as well as Japan. She knows I love scary movies, so she sends some to me when they come out. There are some really amazing movies, over there, that don't get seen here."

"I believe it. I've noticed a lot of Japanese films are getting remade here. I've only seen Ringu which I thought was an amazing movie. I actually liked it better than the original."

"I saw Ringu when it first came out on video. That was actually my first gift from Aunt Ju. She saw it and thought it was the scariest thing she ever saw, so she sent a copy to me. Ever since then, she sends me a few videos once every few months, and I've been grateful to her ever since!"

"It's amazing how much we actually have in common," Rachel said with a smile.

"Well yeah," Randy replied with a chuckle. "We're both geeks! I just have to show you how to take pride in your geekiness!"

Rachel laughed and said, "You know, you're right. I had never wanted to admit how much of a geek and a nerd I am, but you know what? I think I can have more fun reveling in my nerdiness, than denying it or hiding it!"

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely!" Randy said.

Rachel's ears perked up as a soft, melancholy classical guitar instrumental played, faint violins wafting in the background. "Randy, this is really beautiful! It makes a nice closer to the album, I think."

"Thanks!" Randy said. "I've gotten a lot of praise for that track."

Soon, Randy brought his van to a stop outside of a small, quaint little house on the outskirts of Arkham, close to the Dunwich border. 

"Welcome to Casa De Cho, my dear," he said. "My mom's not expecting anyone, and probably the last thing in the world that she'd ever expect is for me to bring a girl home to meet her, so this should be a pleasant surprise for her."

Hand in hand, they walked to the front door. They weren't even on the front step when the door opened and a little girl ran out and embraced Randy, kissing him repeatedly on the cheek. "Hi oppa!!" she addressed him with a beaming smile. She noticed Rachel for the first time, then asked Randy, "Who's that?"

"This is my girlfriend, Rachel!" he told the youngster, and Rachel couldn't help noticing the pride in his voice as he spoke the word 'girlfriend', followed by her name. Then, turning slightly back toward her, Randy performed the rest of the introduction. "Rach, this is my sister, Mi Na."

"Hi Rachel! It's nice to meet you!" Mi Na greeted her with a bow. She paused for a moment, and then -- with the brash frankness of all children her age, added, "You better be good to my brother."

"I plan on it, Mi Na," Rachel replied with a smile, taking a step forward to hug the younger girl. Looking up at Randy, she mouthed the words 'she's adorable' to him, over Mi Na's shoulder.

Mi Na broke the hug and ran back inside, calling out loudly in a mixture of Korean and English. Out of the torrent, Rachel caught only the word "mom" and the phrase "Randy's here". Soon, an older woman appeared at the door curious as to the commotion outside. Rachel could see where Randy got most of his looks from, as he bore a slightly darker complexion than his sister. The woman was fairly short, with shoulder-length black hair peppered with grey. Although she was nowhere near being fat, she still bore some of the weight from having given birth to two children. 

"Randy!!" she said, embracing her son. "Now this is a pleasant surprise!" She turned serious as she said, "You don't visit nearly often enough. But, I do know how busy you are. And I see you brought a young lady!"

"Uh muh ni, this is Rachel Tarunen. Rachel, this lovely lady is my mom, Ji-Won Cho."

"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Cho," Rachel said with a polite bow. "Randy's told me so much about you."

"Uh oh," Ji-Won said with a laugh. She turned to Randy and said, "*Is this the girl you got beaten up for defending?"

"English, please, mother," he asked of the older woman. "We don't want Rachel to wonder what it is we're saying, do we?

"That is true," Ji-Won agreed. Then, turning to face Rachel, "I asked him if you were the young lady he defended."

"That's her," Randy said with a smile, and then violated his own request by adding, in Korean, "and I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'm in love with her, Mother."

Ji-Won smiled and embraced Rachel. "I'm so glad my Ran-Jong finally found you," she said softly. "And call me 'Jennifer', or 'Jen', please."

The three stepped inside and sat on the couch, chatting amiably. His mother offered, first, some refreshments and, then, intimate stories of Randy's childhood. She brought out one of the family photo albums, sharing some early photos of her son with Rachel -- including the traditional one of him, age nine months, being bathed in the kitchen sink -- much to his amused embarrassment. Rachel found that she genuinely liked Randy's mom. She was obviously very proud of her son, although not above chiding him gently about him playing his music so loudly and not visiting with her enough. She found herself envying Randy such a caring, loving family, and she allowed herself the hope that she could eventually become a part of it.

They had been visiting for perhaps an hour when an elderly woman entered the living room slowly. She was being tugged along by Mi Na, who was talking to her in rapid-fire Korean. "Oh, Ran-Jong!" the older woman greeted him, walking up to him and hugging him tightly.

"*Hello Grandmother," Randy said, returning the embrace. He introduced his grandmother to Rachel and vice versa, translating as needed. "*She is studying to be a teacher as well."

"*Oh, that's wonderful. It would be so nice, to have another teacher in the family," she said. "Have you eaten?" she asked Rachel in heavily accented English.

Rachel nodded and said, "I have, thank you."

Randy added, "*She made sure that I ate before we got here."

"*Ahhh, good," she said. "It's so good to see a girl that actually eats nowadays. Everyone's so skinny now! You can see their bones right through their skin! I'll be right back; I'll go and get Grandfather." 

With that, she turned and left, returning a few moments later with his grandfather in tow. Rachel noticed that, for a man so advanced in years, he was quite agile and spry. She then remembered that it was his grandfather who had taught him how to defend himself, and she had no doubt that the old man pulled no punches on Randy. Randy stood up and bowed to his grandfather, then embraced him warmly. Rachel stood up, as well, out of respect for the man she'd already heard so much about.

"*Grandfather, it's good to see you again," he said.

"*It's good to see you too, Ran-Jong," his grandfather said. He looked at Rachel, then back at Randy. "Is this the girl whose honor you defended?"

"*Yes it is," Randy said with a smile, turning his head briefly to make the translation to Rachel. "Allow me to introduce you to my girlfriend, Rachel Tarunen."

Randy took Rachel by the hand and brought her a step closer. "Rachel, this is my grandfather," he said with no small amount of pride.

"Mah-nah so pan-gas ni-da," Rachel spoke the words haltingly, striving to reproduce the sounds as accurately as she could. She bowed politely and respectfully to him -- that was easier; she'd seen her share of king-fu movies -- and finished in English. "It is an honor to meet you, sir. Ran-Jong has told me so much about you!"

"Where did you get that?" Randy asked her.

"Internet," she replied. "Checked it out when I went downstairs to get that load of laundry out of the dryer. I wanted to at least be able to say something. Did I get it even close?"

Randy's grandfather clasped both of Rachel's shoulders and smiled. "Indeed, you did. And the honor is all mine, my dear," he said in accented English. "*I felt it was wrong that Ran-Jong was punished for simply defending a woman's honor. I'm glad he finally found you, again. Ran-Jong, you should not let this one slip away, ever!""

Randy translated what his grandfather said -- all except for the last sentence -- and Rachel wiped a tear from her eye. She could see why Randy looked up to him. She also couldn't help but notice the pride in his grandfather's eyes when he spoke of Randy.

The rest of their visit went by very quickly, Randy and Rachel staying for lunch despite the fact that they had already eaten. Mi Na showed Rachel her own guitar and told her that she wanted to be able to play like Randy. She then played a few passages for Rachel. Rachel noticed that she was quite good for a ten-year-old, then turned to Randy and teased, "Looks like you've got some competition, sweetie!"

"No kidding!" he said in all seriousness. "She'll be playing circles around me in a couple of years at this rate. She started when she was little, like I did, but she stayed with the classical training, while I got lost in the haze of three-chord rock and roll." 

Mi Na blushed prettily, at all the praise being heaped on her, and Randy and Rachel both chuckled warmly at the younger girl's slight embarrassment. 

Randy looked at his watch and noticed that it was quarter past two. "Wow, I didn't realize how long we were here," he said. "I was thinking we could hit the mall, briefly, then head back to the dorm."

"Sounds good to me," she said.

The two said their farewells to Randy's family, and they drove off.

* * * * * * * 

The two had a fun time after leaving his family's house. They first went to the mall and ran into one of Randy's high school buddies, Shannon Feinstein. Rachel recognized Shannon and they spent some time catching up. She remembered him being very tall, very gangly, and having very red hair and very thick glasses, but unlike Randy, Shannon hadn't changed very much except in his style of dress. Later, they went out to dinner and then Randy showed her around the Miskatonic campus, discussing some of the rumors they had each heard about the place. That night, they sat down on the bed in Randy's dorm room. The room was like any other college dorm room, small and cramped, and sparsely furnished. 

"I hope I made a good impression on your family," Rachel told him as they snuggled together.

"You totally did," Randy said. " That bit of Korean you took the time to find and learn definitely put you over the top with Grandfather! And they're glad I've finally found you."

"I'm glad, too, Randy," she said, kissing him deeply.

"There's something I had been meaning to ask you," Randy said. "You seem to know a lot of sexual stuff, particularly for a virgin. I'm not complaining, obviously! But where'd you learn all that stuff? I guess I'm just so surprised that you're willing to try some things that I've heard a lot of girls won't do."

"I told you this morning," Rachel chuckled, "I've been raiding my dad's stash of porn videos and magazines for years now. I also have a few copies of Penthouse Forum that I've picked up at newsstands. I guess I've always been really curious, sexually, but I've never had anyone who'd go there with me. Or, that I wanted to take there. Until now, that is. I know that a lot of the stuff in the movies and the magazines aren't real, that it's all posed and scripted, and hardly ever happens in real life, but it still gets me hot. What about you?"

"The most I've seen are clips of porn on Shannon's computer. Of course, I've leafed through a few magazines and 'how-to' books, like The Joy of Sex, but I never really found the girls in the magazines all that attractive. Thankfully, I was at least able to pick up some useful info here and there."

"I'll second that notion!" Rachel laughed, kissing Randy again, " Well, one thing's for sure; we're both quick learners. And we have the rest of our lives to learn more!"

Randy nodded and kissed Rachel lovingly. He reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head, briefly interrupting their kiss. Laying down side by side, they situated themselves as best as they could on Randy's cramped bed. Rachel reached down and unbuttoned Randy's pants, sliding her hand under the waistband of his boxers to grasp his throbbing cock. 

"Baby," she murmured, "make love to me! No foreplay, please? Right now, I just want you to fuck me. I'm already so hot and wet for you, that I can't stand it!"

As if to emphasize her point, she stood up and quickly stepped out of her denim slacks. Turning to face away from him, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them slowly off of her buttocks and down her legs to join jeans in the puddle of clothing on the floor, all the wile waving and waggling her luscious ass in his face to tantalize him. As she turned to face him once more, she reached behind herself and undid the clasps of her bra, holding it across her breasts with one arm. Smiling a coy little smile at him, she left first the right cup, and then the left, fall free, holding the undergarment out between two fingertips and letting it flutter to the floor with the rest of her wardrobe. 

Randy watched his girlfriend's impromptu strip-tease with a curious mixture of both awe and arousal. The arousal part of it came naturally; what man wouldn't grow aroused with such a beautiful woman baring her entire body to him. The awe stemmed from the knowledge that he was the first man ever to see her, this way -- and that she had already hinted that she wanted him to be the very last man to see her thus, as well.

Rachel held up her ample breasts, one cupped in each hand, jiggling them at him and taunting him.

"Come and get it, big boy!" she murmured throatily at him, letting go of one breast to reach out an enticing hand.

He grasped the hand, surprised at her strength as she pulled him upright from the bed, and drew a hissed breath at the fierceness with which she pulled him close and tugged his shirt over his head. Then, before he could do anything else, she dropped to her knees before him, pulling his pants down his legs. His cock was in her mouth before the trousers made it to the floor.

She sucked at him for only a moment, then rose and gently pushed him backward until his legs were against the side of his bed and he was forced to lay down. He wasn't even fully stretched out on the small mattress, before she straddled her hips over his cock, lowering herself onto it. Grabbing the back of Randy's head, she pressed her open mouth to his, their tongues instantly locking in combat. Randy realized he didn't have to move very much; Rachel was doing most the work, grinding and rubbing her pussy with his cock inside her. She moaned into his mouth until she broke their kiss, panting and grunting with delight. Their eyes locked, Rachel grinning an evil grin and occasionally licking Randy's face. 

"You like that, baby?" she asked. "You like it when I take control?"

"I love it," Randy knew her question was purely rhetorical, but he answered anyway.

"You like having your cock in my steamy, wet cunt, baby?"

"Unngghhh . . . oh yeah, I love it . . . "

The bed squeaked under the additional weight and movement, occasionally pounding on the wall. "Oh, you're gonna make me cum, baby," Rachel said. "You like feeling me squirt all over your big, thick, hard cock, baby?"

"Oh g-g-g-od yes," Randy panted, growing close to cumming as well. The way she was speaking to him was turning him on even more. "I'm gonna cum inside you, you dirty little girl," Randy said. "Would you like that? Hmmm?"

"Oh, fuck, yes! Fire your load in my dripping wet cunt. Oh . . . fuck me, Randy . . . fuck me . . . . fuck meeeEEEE!"

Rachel began grinding faster and harder, lifting and dropping until she reached her crest, then dropped heavily on him, putting his cock balls-deep inside her. Randy could feel her walls clench his cock and squirt her scalding juices all over him as he shot his load inside her. She clutched him by his hair and kissed him hard, almost sucking the breath out of him. Randy fell flat on his back when she finally released him. 

"Oh wow," he said with a grin, "what was that?"

"I'm sorry if I scared you, baby," Rachel said. "I've just been wanting you all day, ever since we left your family's house. It was all I could do to keep myself from yanking you into the ladies room at the mall and having you fuck me right then and there!"

"You didn't scare me. In fact, I loved it!" Randy pulled Rachel down for a kiss and said, "You know, my darling, we have all night . . . . . . "

"We do, don't we?" Rachel said. "I was thinking we could take this party back to my house..." 

"Here isn't good enough for you?" he asked her, chuckling.

"Baby, anywhere there's room enough for you to work that cock into me is good enough," she shook her head with a naughty expression on her face, "but back at my place, we have the room to do each other properly! And we don't have to walk down the hall to the common shower room, to clean each other off afterwards!"

"Hmm," he flashed her a wicked grin. 'What've you got in mind, dirty little lady?"

"Well, I've overheard some of the girls at school talk about something called 'a trip around the world'..."

"I know just the travel-agent to book such a trip," Randy chuckled.

He hoped that, after giving this delectable vixen some six or seven loads of his cum in the last twenty hours, he had the stamina to give her what she wanted.

Rachel smiled at him, then her expression softened a bit.

"Unfortunately, dearest, you won't be able to spend the night again. My parents will probably be home early tomorrow morning. I'd hate to rush you out of the house, or risk my parents meeting you with your pants down."

"Yeah, that's true." Randy nodded in complete agreement, knowing what he knew of her parents. He sat up and turned the light on, then began looking for a change of clothes. 

For the first time, as she watched him walk naked around the tiny room, Rachel paid attention to the art adorning Randy's skin. An unfinished mural occupied the right half of his back, extending halfway down his right arm. There were images of numerous demonic-looking creatures, some characters of Korean writing, and a long staircase. On the back of his left shoulder was an image of Buddha giving the 'you da man' gesture with a wink.

"Wait a minute. . . " Rachel asked him, moving closer and examining the Buddha tattoo.

"What's up, babe?" Randy said, confused.

Rachel touched the tattoo and giggled. "This is the Buddhist version of the 'Buddy Jesus', isn't it?"

Randy laughed and said, "Yeah. It's sort of my left-handed compliment to the Buddha, as well as my own tribute to the movie 'Dogma'. In case you're wondering, I'm a non-practicing Buddhist, more to honor my family than out of actual belief in Buddha's existence. Though, I like the calm serenity of the ritual practices, now and again, and I love the aesthetics."




Ep. 02 Love Me Tomorrow



"I see," Rachel said with a nod. "I'm what you'd call an apathetic agnostic. My mom tried to get me into that 'God and Jesus' stuff when I was younger, but I didn't buy into it. I looked into paganism when I was sixteen and found it to be a joke, too. I'm not what you'd call 'spiritual' or anything like that, although sometimes I think 'maybe there's a god out there'. But if there is, He or She or whatever It is has a really warped sense of humor."

"Sounds about right," Randy nodded.

"So what's all this?" Rachel asked, touching the mural.

"It's a work in progress," Randy said with a smile. "It is a sort of Korean version of 'The Inferno' by Dante. The band, Iced Earth, inspired me to read The Divine Comedy, and I absolutely loved 'The Inferno'. I'm going into the parlor next week to have it colored in."

"Can I come with you? I think I might get one, too. I've always wanted to get a tattoo, but never had the courage or the money."

"I'd like that. The head artist is also the band's drummer. I'm sure I can talk him into lowering his rate a little bit for you."

"Awesome," Rachel said with a grin.

Rachel started looking for her discarded clothes and happened upon a hard plastic case under Randy's bed. "Oh wow, baby, is this one of your guitars?"

"Yep!" Randy said. He reached under and pulled out case out. It was adorned with stickers of pentagrams, his band's logo, and bore the legend, 'B.C. Rich'. He opened the case and revealed a black guitar that looked more like a weapon from a science-fiction movie. 

"It's a seven-stringed B.C. Rich Warlock," he told her. "I had DiMarzios installed, the kind Steve Vai uses. It's actually my back-up axe, which I forgot to bring with me to the gig last night. I may as well bring it with me, seeing as I have band practice tomorrow."

"That's a really nice guitar," Rachel said sincerely.

"Yeah it is," Randy said with a smile, playing a few scales at blistering speed. "You should see my other guitar." Randy pulled out a photograph depicting him on stage playing a more V-shaped guitar, also bearing seven strings. "It's a custom seven-string Jackson Rhoads with a reverse headstock," he beamed. "Cost me a bundle, but worth every penny."

"So what's with the seventh string? Don't guitars usually have six?" Rachel inquired.

"It's tuned to low B. Gives it a more brutal sound when playing rhythms," Randy said, playing a few riffs to prove his point. "Also gives me more of a range to play different octaves and different styles if I choose. Although now and again, I still like to pull out my old nylon-string that I've had since I was ten."

"Just how long have you been playing?" Rachel asked, putting her jeans on.

"Since I was three. Mother insisted that I knew how to play a musical instrument, and she wanted me to play one that I could grow with if I decided to pursue music professionally. She told me that it was between the piano and the guitar, and we couldn't afford a piano at the time. I'm just glad she didn't pick out the accordion!"

Rachel laughed heartily. "I wouldn't knock that notion too much," she giggled. "Weird Al Yankovic seems to have made a decent living on an accordion!"

Randy burst out laughing, as an image of him trying to emulate rock's 'clown-prince' played itself out on the wide-screen of his mind. "Indeed! I actually have a lot of respect for Weird Al. First of all, the accordion is a difficult instrument to play. Secondly, he's been doing his thing for over twenty years when the people he parodies are lucky to last more than two!"

She finished putting her socks and sneakers on and stood up. "I'm ready to leave if you are," she said.

Randy found Rachel's panties on his amplifier when he went to pick it up; he had a feeling she might ask him to play for her. He held the underwear up and said, "Looks like you forgot something."

She gave Randy a sly grin and a decidedly naughty wink. 

"No I didn't," she purred. "I wanted to leave you something to hold and think of me, those moments when we can't be together."

"It'll start getting a little 'gamy', in a month or so," he advised.

"I'll be back here before that happens, baby," she told him with a knowing look. "Of that, I'm totally sure. I get wet just looking at you. Next time I'm here, we'll trade off -- those old ones, for a freshly-juiced pair."

Randy grinned as he led Rachel out of his dorm room and to the van.

* * * * * * * 

It didn't take long for the pair to arrive at Rachel's driveway. 

"Would you bring your guitar in with you?" Rachel asked when Randy turned the van off. "I'm dying to watch you play."

"I knew you'd ask," Randy laughed, "that's why I also brought my practice amp. I'll play for you, but on one condition."

"Name it," Rachel said with a sly grin.

"I want to hear your music," Randy said.

The grin faded slightly. "Okay," Rachel said with a sigh. "I thought you were thinking of something else, in the way of a 'condition'. You don't ever need to play for me, to get that, though."

"I didn't think so," Randy giggled. "So, you'll let me hear some of your music, then?"

"Consider yourself lucky; you're the only person I've ever played anything for. I'm sure you're going to hate it, though."

"Try me," Randy said, with an earnest expression.

Rachel led Randy inside the house and down to her computer room in the basement. The walls were adorned with ratty posters of unicorns and bands like Depeche Mode and U2. She turned her laptop on and when it finished booting up, clicked on a few files. 

"I call this song 'Helpless'," she blushed. "I wrote the lyrics when I was feeling particularly depressed and, well, helpless."

She clicked on the 'play' icon and the music began. Randy noticed that, while it was quite melancholy, it was up-tempo, having an almost 80's, New Wave sound, which he liked. Then the vocals came on, raising his eyebrows. Contrary to what Rachel told him, he found her singing was quite beautiful. What few technical skills she lacked were more than compensated with the raw passion filling her voice from her heart-felt lyrics. A smile began to curl his lips when she hit 'stop'. 

"You hate it don't you," she said, looking away.

Randy left the couch and picked up his guitar. Plugging it into the amp, then plugging the amp into a wall outlet, he draped the strap over his shoulder and turned to her. 

"Play it again." It was more an order, than a request.

"What?" she asked, confused.

He turned the amp on and dug a pick out of one trouser pocket. 

"Play the song again," he said.

Shrugging her shoulders, Rachel clicked 'play' again, on the software screen. Randy paid close attention, nodding his head to the beat and testing a few riffs on the guitar. 

"Okay, stop it and play it from the beginning," he instructed, turning his amp up and pressing a button marked 'Overdrive', "and give me a four count."

Rachel did as he asked, and then became surprised when he began playing along to her song, sometimes playing a countermelody, but mostly playing riffs almost note-perfect to the song, then adding a mind-bending solo at the end. When the song ended, Rachel sat in her chair with her mouth agape. 

"You don't give yourself nearly enough credit," Randy broke the silence. "That song was quite good, and your voice is incredible!"

"You liked it?" Rachel asked incredulously. "I wrote that song like two years ago. You're just saying that 'cause you love me. I mean, it couldn't have been that good, for you to figure it out so quickly."

"Simple doesn't necessarily mean bad," Randy said sincerely. "I mean, look at AC/DC. Their songs are simplistic almost to the point of being downright barbaric, but given the choice, I'll take AC/DC over some self-absorbed prog-metal band playing in 12/3 at 182 beats-per-minute only because they can. I can do that type of stuff, but I enjoy playing loud, primal, and simplistic music a lot more. It's more fun! Nothing quite beats the release I get when I play a low B power chord with a cranked Marshall behind me."

"But -- "

"Besides," Randy continued, not letting her complete her objection, "if I didn't like it, I wouldn't have bothered trying to figure it out. I think with a little lyrical tweaking here, a little melodic tweaking there, a bit more practice in the vocals, and a little polish in the mix, that song could end up being a hit with the right promotion. Seriously."

He smiled at her, laying a soft hand on her shoulder.

"it's good stuff," he reiterated. "The fact that I could play along with it, so quickly? Not a big deal. Remember, I've been studying music since I was three. One of the things you learn, especially if you're gonna play in a band, is how to pick up a new tune quickly, and run with it. Too, your music is well-constructed, from the mathematical standpoint of music. Your chord progressions are logical, which makes it easy to play along with. That's a good thing, not a bad one!"

Rachel sat back into her chair completely stunned, her breath stolen from her momentarily. Part of her didn't want to believe him; all along she was told either that it was 'good' in a non-committal way, or that it flat-out sucked and that she should give it up. But she had to admit to herself that of all people, Randy would know what he was talking about, and that he gave his opinion as a musician, rather than as a lover.

With a glimmer of confidence she hadn't felt before, she decided to play him some of her other compositions. Without fail, Randy would have her stop and replay the song a few times, and then begin playing along with it. While she was impressed when she heard his CD, she found herself completely floored, and more than a little turned on, watching him play. Most of the time, he seemed completely unaware of his surroundings; it was just him and his guitar. And then, when he'd look up and see her watching him intently, he'd grin and show off by either playing the guitar with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other, or putting it up behind his head and playing it that way, making 'rawk star' faces all the while.

"You're so funny, Randy," Rachel said when he put his guitar away and turned his amp off. "I love you so much," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him gently on the lips.

"I love you, too," he said, returning the kiss.

"Come upstairs," Rachel said. "I have something I want to show you."

* * * * * * * 

When they arrived in Rachel's bedroom, she handed him a spiral-bound notebook with the phrase, "DON'T EVEN THINK OF READING THIS, OR I'LL CUT YOUR FINGERS OFF!" scrawled on the cover. Randy looked up at Rachel, and she nodded to him, giving him permission to open the notebook. He opened it and found that it was a collection of short stories, many of which were quite sexually explicit. 

"Here, read this one," Rachel suggested, turning the pages for him, to where she wanted him to begin.

Randy sat on her bed and began reading her story, which was about a chance meeting with a stranger. While the physical description of the man was very vague, the depiction of his inner qualities and demeanor was wonderfully explicit. So was the description of what the woman in the story wanted to do to the man, and what she wanted him to do to her. Randy found himself becoming quite fascinated and extremely aroused by her story, which included her going down on the man and using her fingers on him. When he finished the story, he handed the notebook back to her.

"So, what do you think?" Rachel asked, nervously. "Sound interesting to you?"

"What? You'd like to do some of that stuff, with me?" Randy asked.

"I read about it, and have always wanted to try it," she said. "If you don't want to, that's okay; I'd totally understand."

"I didn't say I didn't want to," Randy said with a chuckle. "As long as you don't want to pee on me or anything like that, I'll give it a shot."

"I've heard about stuff like that, too," Rachel said with a shudder. "That's just nasty."

Rachel sat next to Randy and smiled seductively, then began licking his lips. When Randy tried to move in to kiss her, she'd back away and put a finger to his lips, shaking her head. She teased his lips a little more with her tongue until Randy couldn't stand it any more. He placed his hands on her head and held it in place, kissing her fiercely. She reciprocated with as much force, pushing him down on the bed and straddling him. The lovers wrapped their arms around each other, moaning into each others mouths as they kissed. When Randy relaxed his arms, Rachel took his hands into hers and without warning, put them up near his head and restrained them. "I love you, Randy," she said when they came up for air. "You're so amazing . . ."

"So are you," Randy said, kissing Rachel again. "I love you too . . . very much."

Randy managed to free his hands and attempted to pull Rachel's t-shirt off, but she stopped him. She wagged a finger at him reproachfully, then asked, "Do you want to see these?" gesturing to her breasts.

"Oh yes, I'd love to see those," Randy said enthusiastically.

Rachel put her finger to her chin as if to think it over, then pulled her t-shirt off and unclipped her bra, freeing her massive tits from their confines. She laid back down on top of Randy, smothering his face with her huge breasts and burying it in her cleavage. Randy kissed and licked feverishly, then clasped both breasts and pulled his face out so he could suck on each of her hard nipples. All the while, Rachel was grinding her hips against the hard bulge in Randy's jeans. 

"That's it, baby," she moaned. "Suck on those nipples . . . . bite 'em . . . oh yeah . . . "

She then sat back up and pressed Randy back down onto the bed. She reached down and removed her socks and sneakers, then unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off. Grasping him by the shoulders, Rachel pulled Randy down the bed until his head was off the pillows. 

"Okay, now I want you to lick my pussy," she said, making sure Randy knew that her statement wasn't a request.

Randy made a move and Rachel pushed him back down. Facing the wall, she straddled Randy's face with her hips and slowly lowered them down until she felt Randy's hot breath on her snatch. Randy immediately began licking and fucking Rachel's pussy with his tongue while she ground her hips back and forth on his face, supporting herself against the wall. 

"Oh yes, sweetie," she panted, "devour that sweet cunt, baby . . . ooooooohhhh . . . "

Grabbing her hips in response, he pressed his face into her steaming mound and licked her more aggressively until her legs began to wobble. Rachel rolled off of him, giving Randy an opportunity to catch his breath and take his shirt off. She then straddled him facing the other way.

"Lick my ass, baby!" she commanded him. "I wanna feel your tongue in my fat ass!"

At some point after he'd begun complying with her order, Randy found himself marveling that he hadn't given the notion a second thought. He had begun licking her rosebud and probing it slightly with his tongue, occasionally licking back down to her pussy to gather some of her slick juices and spread them over her pucker. Rachel fumbled with Randy's belt, finally unbuckling it and pulling his pants off, stripping him completely naked. 

Randy's cock was throbbing angrily, demanding attention from Rachel, attention which she was all too happy to give. She began slowly stroking him as Randy continued tonguing her ass. She didn't tease him for very long, though, because she desperately wanted to feel the smooth skin of his shaft against her tongue. It had become something she had quickly grown to love. Rachel began licking his cock, flicking the head with the tip of her tongue before engulfing it into her mouth. 

Randy wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and buried his face into her snatch. They remained like this for a long time, each licking, sucking, nibbling the other almost in synchronicity. Unbeknownst to Randy, though, Rachel had dipped a finger into her mouth, putting a thick coat of saliva on it. He felt something press against his anus gently and then insinuate itself inside him. He was shocked at what Rachel was doing to him . . . and was even more shocked at how much he liked it. Rachel slipped her finger out gently, then wrapping her arms under Randy's hips, slid it back into his ass and resumed sucking his cock, pressing upward against his prostate gland. Randy moaned his approval and began fucking her furiously with his tongue.

Finally, Rachel could no longer stand the torture of his licking and nibbling at her, and rolled off of him. 

"I want you inside me baby! I can't take it anymore."

She got on her hands and knees, Randy standing on his knees behind her. His cock slid easily inside her pussy. Rachel began grinding against him immediately, the muscles of her pussy clasping Randy desperately. He knew she was as close to cumming as he was, if not closer, so he began pistoning himself inside her slowly, gradually building up speed. It didn't take long for Rachel to begin crying out for release, and Randy fucked her hard and fast, to grant her what she craved. Rachel responded with a geyser of juices exploding from her pussy and around Randy's spurting cock. The pair twitched a couple of times before collapsing on the bed in a haphazard spoon position.

Randy held Rachel for a long time, not wanting to let go. He knew that in a few short months, she would be leaving for Maine. He trusted her implicitly, but a part of him -- the insecure part that still remained from his years of being a loner, without knowing love -- had the horrible feeling that she might find someone else in that new environment. 

As he pulled her close against him, Randy had no idea that Rachel was thinking the very same thing -- that Randy would fall in love with someone else in her absence. She was also dreading the inevitable confrontation with her parents, as she knew that neither of them would approve of her choice in suitors. She didn't care, though; all that mattered to her was that she loved Randy, and she knew that Randy loved her.

"Randy?" she said his name hesitantly, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Promise me you'll wait for me?"

"I swear it, Rachel. I'll wait forever, for you."

[Huge thanks to The StogieMon for helping me fine tune this story - your assistance is HIGHLY appreciated. Smoke one for me, bro! Anyways, a follow-up is in the works! As always, I'd love to get your feedback - whether complimentary or constructive.]