4 comments/ 21418 views/ 17 favorites God has a Plan for us All By: Blood_Stained_Rose This was a deeply emotional story for me that culminated over six months of off and on writing. Enjoy... ~ BSR * Rayne lay in her bed, thrashing restlessly in her sleep. Her brow was sweating, her chest was heaving with an undying nightmare. Her smooth hands clutched at her sheets as she flailed about in horror, her legs were a tempest. In her mind, he was touching her again, just as he had ten years before. Forcing, caressing, and groping... his hands wandered over her delicate skin. She burned with fear and she screamed at herself to run, but so many years ago she was scared. She could do nothing... only hold still as her heart raced and she whimpered. Her skin seemed to notice everything touching her, his fingers, his hot breath, and his robes that chafed her legs. She was only eight, Father Dylan was her priest, what else could she do? Her cries became louder and more desperate as he drifted further downward. "Don't say a word or you will go to hell..." he reminded her and gently put a finger to her lips. The confession booth was small and it seemed to trap her on all sides. She couldn't breathe anymore. A finger touched the top of her underwear... Rayne woke with a cry and sat up. She was out of breath and sweating, her sheets were twisted and her knuckles were white from their grasp on her comforter. Rain pattered on the window and she looked outside, fruitlessly hoping for any break in the clouds. Brushing her matted dark hair from her face, Rayne eased herself back down onto her pillow and began to cry quietly. She begged for better days, for the sun, for meadows, for fields of flowers, for somebody to take her away. But there was the endless rain and the clouds. She adjusted her long night gown so it once again touched her knee. She could not bear not being covered, so exposed to the world about her. He was all she could think about, the four year abuse permeated into a lifelong monster that haunted her. She wanted to be whisked away, someone that would make her forget everything. Yet she was afraid, afraid that a man would only want her physically and then leave her, bruised and hurt. Bright tears spilled from her eyes, making it near impossible for her to see. "God... please bring me someone. Someone to love me, to take me away." *** Not far away from where Rayne lay crying in her college dorm, Will was with his girlfriend. He had dated Amanda for six months, and tonight, he thought, he would finally be with his girlfriend in everyway. Entering her dorm, Will held onto her sides firmly and placed a passionate kiss onto her lips, letting his tongue roll over her lips. Amanda giggled and kicked the door shut behind them, returning his kiss. "One sec, kay?" She said and pecked him lightly on the cheek one last time. Will watched as her sexy butt swayed from hip to hip as she strutted to her shower, eager to freshen up for him. Will wandered around her dorm, constantly running his hands through his dark brown hair as he waited in anticipation for the sound of the shower to cease. After five minutes he found himself lying on the top of her bed when finally she emerged from the bathroom. His girlfriend was so beautiful; her wet brown hair trickling drops of water between her cleavage that was held up by a white towel. She smiled and approached him, gently pushing him back onto her bed. In a quick movement, her towel was off, exposing a fully nude girl for the first time to Will. Her breasts were large, her sex was shaved and she had a perfect hourglass physique. She smiled in perfect confidence of her body. Will knew she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a whore either, and yet her experience made him feel awkward. "You're so beautiful," he said, a little embarrassed. She giggled and leaned over the edge of the bed, impatient to pull off his jeans and boxers. Will laid back and let her work on him; drinking in his own excitement... he was rock hard and couldn't wait to get inside her. She giggled even more as his jeans reached his ankles and tugged on the bottom of his boxers. Will was in heaven as he felt her fingers trail down along his untouched legs, slowly playing with him, sending shockwaves through his body into his groin. She was so beautiful, she chose to be with him, and finally she would give herself to him. But she suddenly stopped as his boxers were around his knees, "Oh... oh Will, I don't know." "Babe what do you mean?" Will asked, sitting up. She was pointing at his penis with a face of shock, "Is that it?" She gestured for him to look at his own four inch cock. Will's face flushed, with anger; with sadness... he was on the brink of tears. "Girls always say size doesn't matter!" His lip was quivering and his eyes watered until his vision was blurred. He quickly pulled up his pants and looked away to hide himself from more humiliation. "You won't be able to bring me any pleasure with that... please understand. I don't think this is a good idea anymore." Will scooted himself from the edge of her bed while quickly fastening his pants. He could not hear her anymore; rage and shame surged through his body. He felt so...betrayed. Who was she to deny him only because of his size? His girlfriend, whom he trusted above all, brought him to the lowest moment in his whole life. Will quickly sat up and brushed past her, not giving her a second look. He bumped into the table by her door; the tears were flowing so hard all he could see were smeared colors before him. Nothing made any more sense. It was a pitiful sight as he ran from the building, his face a bright red, his weeping apparent, and his zipper wasn't up. He did not know if anyone saw him, and did not care. Finally coming upon his car, Will quickly fumbled through his pockets for his keys. When he finally found them, he felt as if he were a drunk; his hands couldn't keep still as he tried to insert the keys into the door. He sat in his car, feeling all was lost... his love askew. Everything he thought he knew about love, gone in an instant. *** Sleep was futile for Rayne now. Her heart beat violently in her chest, her blood racing through her body made her restless. Rising from her bed, she walked into the bathroom and turned the water on. The shower had always provided Rayne a sanctuary. Although she was in a senior dorm, she never felt alone. Under the steamy water, she felt she could release herself. She cried, screamed, and pounded her fist against the wall. At night, she would turn off the lights and stand in the shower thinking, fantasizing dreaming. The monotonous tone of the water and the rhythmic beat upon her back relaxed her as the darkness calmed her. Was this the kind of life she wanted to live? More restless nights thinking about her childhood, more rough fingers? More fear? She couldn't stand it another night. This madness, sickness even, drove her to the breaking point. She didn't know how much longer she could live with it. Nearly six years ago, she even tried to kill herself. She remembered that day vividly, the voices in her mind... Stupid whore, no one will ever love you. You are nothing. You are the Devil's toy... Rayne was crying. Her fist clenched in pain, her heart burned. She leaned against the wall of the shower. To this day, the priest's words echoed in her mind, his last words before he was taken away in the court room. "Stupid whore, no one will ever love you! You are nothing; you are the Devil's toy!" I am nothing. Rayne repeated her words to herself. After years and years of hearing it in her mind, she all but believed it. Breaking down, her knees collapsed as she knelt on the slippery floor. She felt so lonely, her body so incomplete. Rayne fantasized of a dream love, to hold her, to whisper in her ear, to tell she is beautiful and to tell her he loved her. But...there was nobody... she was alone. She couldn't be with another; she couldn't trust a man enough to let him close. "Please...please," she pleaded, begged even, but for what? *** A car raced through the forest, gliding over the slick road. Slicing through the rain, Will didn't even notice his speed. What difference did it make? What did it matter if he was to die? What he thought was true and good and caring, turned to be different. If there was no good in the girl he cared so much for... what did it matter if he slid off the road? Swerving across the slick highway, he couldn't see. Both tears and rage had blinded him... his fist gripped the steering wheel with fury; his heart was fast and thumping with heartbreak. Why was the world so cruel? What had happened to make love so trivial? Where in human society had we failed as a society? These thoughts raced through his mind as he envisioned himself jerking the wheel and sending the vehicle into the night, into the darkness. Darker thoughts seemed to spread into his mind. Its only four inches... who could love that? What girl would want to be with him, let alone accept it as her love-thing for all eternity? Will always considered himself a romantic... he often wrote about romance, dreamed of it before sleep overcame him. Fantasizes of lying in bed with his dream girl filled his vacant thoughts, making love, cuddling and pillow-talk. How he craved it. Yet no one in the world around him seemed to want it as much as he did. All the other guys surrounding him only seemed interested in pure animalistic sex. It disgusted Will. It wasn't fair that they had the beautiful girls, while he knew he would more than a one night stand. How he wanted to stare into the eyes of a girl he loved and sweet talk her. He wasn't particularly religious, yet he was desperate... he needed anything or anyone who could help him. He tried to make a prayer through his sobs, but he could only say, "Please... please..." *** "What is English?" Mrs. Green asked the class. Spoken word, written thoughts? What do you do think? The class of twenty before her gave her the usual responses, typical, almost immature answers. She waited until all her students answered, and then said they were all wrong. "English is the un-chaining of your soul, the outpouring of emotion and the orgasm of creativity." The class smirked and was intrigued...never before had any of the college sophomores heard about something as simple as a language be talked about in such a frank manner. She continued on with the introduction in the same manner, taking on the art with abstract thinking, all the students paying close attention. The class was advanced; all those who were present were serious about English composition. "So now... what does English do?" The class didn't answer, how could they after reaching such an introduction like that? They didn't want to be wrong in front of the entire class, shot down by the teacher. "Nobody?" Mrs. Green donned a Monty Python-esque British accent, "What? Nobody dare braves the gauntlet that is Mrs. Green's query?" The class loosened a little with the half-ass attempt to get them to open up, but there was still silence. Somebody shuffled in the back. "Alright, you. What do you think? This is English...there are no right or wrong answers. That is what separates us from the Math Department." Will straightened his back, and cleared his lungs, "English can make you cry, make you laugh, make you think, make you believe; it can make dreams, it can destroy anyone or anything. Diction and syntax are weapons of the tongue, implements of gossip or of preaching. Inner thoughts released are ecstasy-like, secret dilemma un-harnessed surges with hate; you can see it in the writing." The class was quiet, impressed by the bold words which seem to come so naturally. The teacher thought for a second, "How can we summarize that? A beautiful depiction, truly, yet too wordy. I'm looking for a one-liner here folks." She looked around the room, and pointed at a girl, "You have been quiet the entire day, what's your one line Pulitzer Prize winner?" Will looked at the student, she appeared to be flustered, and her eyes darted from side to side under an inclined forehead. Will couldn't help but think she was beautiful. Her dark brown, almost black hair concealed most of her pale face, but he could see two shy green eyes beneath it all. She wasn't exactly the 'skin n' bones' kind of girl, but Will liked that. The girl seemed quiet, almost like she was hiding something; yet the mystery made her more intriguing all at once. What was she hiding? Will felt immediately attracted to her, he made sure to note her name later. The girl thought for a moment, and then looked up, "English is a catalyst for human emotion." "I like it, I like it a lot." Mrs. Greene turned toward the board (Will was impressed that the teacher who looked to be in her early thirties still used a blackboard and chalk) and wrote what the student said on the board. The teacher continued the class like this, asking increasingly complex questions as the time seemed to fly by. "Alright class, five minutes to go, let me explain your homework. Normally for this assignment, you choose your own partners, but I want to shake things up a bit, I expect a lot from this class. This time I want to choose. But first... I want you and your partner to get together and come up with the greatest work of art, yes English is an art, whether a movie, a book, a poem or otherwise, as long as it is in English and I want you and your partner to discuss it and come up with ways the two of you could have made it better. Some of the greater works in English could have been the greatest if the author collaborated with another. Yet it is the curse of the writer to be solitary. Be prepared for a dialogue about it Monday of next week." "As for partners," she continued weaving through the students, "I want you," she placed her fingertips on Will's desk, and then the desk of the dark-haired girl, "And you. I expect great things from you two." She carried on with the rest of the class as Will made eye-contact with the girl. Smiling, he introduced himself as he caught her pretty, yet timid eyes. He began to stick out his hand to shake hers, but caught himself short of the awkward moment. She exhaled with a quick smirk, noticing his uncomfortable movement. Quickly brushing the hair from her face, she stared into his eyes and smiled, "I'm Rayne." *** Will found himself... what? Nervous? Nervous for what? A homework session with Rayne? He quickly contemplated this as he fixed his short brown hair, staring at himself in the mirror. He never thought he could have these feelings again, he felt attracted to her. But so quickly after Amanda? He rationed with himself it was over three months ago, that it was natural to move on. Yet it still seemed so fast for him. He felt utterly enchanted by her, she had a sweet, timid voice and her mysterious eyes swallowed him. He was getting excited just thinking about her, and he had only had one class with her and talked with her on the phone briefly. After glancing at his mirror one last time, Will walked into his dorm. He lacked a roommate, always appreciating his space and solitude, and now more than ever he was thankful for the privacy. Donning jeans and a clean black shirt, Will frantically cleaned his two room dorm. After scrubbing down the bathroom, he found himself chuckling while picking up dirty laundry. Why did he care so much? What did it matter? Every other guy on campus had a room dramatically worse than his however he made sure every nook and cranny was clean. While rubbing down the small kitchenette, he couldn't help but think about Rayne's jade eyes. *** Gripping the steering wheel tight, Rayne pondered her... situation? Dilemma? She found Will cute, sweet even. She noticed from the get-go his manners and outgoing politeness attractive, an opposite of her own shy character. Did she even sense a fondness of her that he held? Rayne didn't know a lot about men, or boys, but his awkwardness around her and the stumbling of his words meant something, didn't it? She came upon the address he had given her, but for some reason she didn't stop. She slammed her open palm against the steering wheel and continued to drive around the block. Rayne tried to think about Will in a new light, as something more than a class mate. But it seemed from nowhere she heard his voice again: "Stupid whore, no one will ever love you! You are nothing; you are the Devil's toy!" Rayne quickly closed her eyes and looked down, as if to avoid the pain of his words that were so engrained. Her eyes welled and she struggled with tears. "No...no. I can't. I can't let him ruin my life, my life!" With that, she turned the car around. *** "Rayne," Will said quickly when he opened the door, and he grinned. She returned with her elusive smile under her long bangs which started to fall forward from behind her ears. She was wearing dark blue jeans that accented her perfectly shaped hips, big but not fat, and a black blouse that hid her medium size breasts. They stood together, smiling at each other, sharing an unspoken moment until Will snapped. "Oh, come in please. It's cold out." Rayne stepped inside and looked around. The medium sized dorm was small, yet clean and she appreciated its modesty. "There food on the stove-" Will said, pointing to a pot of spaghetti and interrupting her survey, but he stopped as he realized the awkwardness of his remark. Rayne let out a sly smile, "You have a nice place here." "Oh, ya thanks." Inside Will was tearing himself apart. There was a long silence as both stood by the door, and they both shuffled on their feet. "Should we get started?" Rayne asked, her eyes darting from him to the floor and then to his undersized kitchen table. Will agreed and they both started for the kitchen, but they bumped into each other as they tried to enter. They both laughed an uncomfortable laugh as they both stepped back to let the other in. Their eyes met, pleading the other to enter first, and together they both stepped forward to enter first. Will groaned with a smile and stepped back to turn around a run a hand over his eye in embarrassment. "I think it's safe to say about twenty thousand gay babies have been born tonight," Will remarked utterly humiliated. Rayne looked up from the bottleneck of the kitchenette and met his eyes, and let him see her smile. Will, standing nearly a head taller than her, finally got a good look at her face. She had skin the color of cream, unblemished and silk-like. Her cheeks were slightly round, and her cheekbones were high, giving her a distinct but beautifully feminine jaw line. Her eyes were a gorgeous hue of green, dark with brown nearer the pupil. Her dark brown bangs were pulled behind her ears and the rest flowed naturally. "I'm sure there will be many more born tonight," Rayne replied as she watched his subtle appraisal of her. Will laughed; it was going to be a good night. *** "Hey, Rayne," Will said, starting the conversation over the phone (He never really liked cell-phones, or other phones in general, and preferred the much outdated home phone). As he dialed her freshly memorized number, his anxious feet made him pace his dorm, his hand quivered slightly. "Oh," she replied, sounding surprised to hear his voice, "Hi Will. What's going on?" "I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight." His pace quickened until he finally stopped, cringing and waiting for her response. "Our assignment is over tonight, I thought-" "It is," he quickly acknowledged, overeagerly, then calmed himself, "but I had fun last night..." "Ya, me too." "What's on your mind?" Rayne asked timidly. On the other end of the line, she paced in her own dorm, biting her lower lip. She had never been through this before. Was this a date? Was she really that appealing last night? She winced as she bit too hard down. God has a Plan for us All Ch. 02 The sun was setting beautifully across Kodiak Island. The clouds rested upon the horizon, the sun seemed to draw them across the water into a pink and orange seduced eternity. Light reflected off the water and stretched toward the shore, illuminating the countless pebbles amongst the sand. Will leaned against a whitened, weather beaten log that rested only a stone throw away from the growing tide. Rayne was resting between his legs, her back against his chest, staring at the Island across from them and the brilliantly lit waters. However, Will was not looking at the scene before them, the majestic sunset or the shimmering waves; he was looking at something far more beautiful. Rayne. It was Valentine's Day and their beach was empty. Will chose this spot because it was special to them. He didn't want to take her to an overcrowded and overpriced restaurant only have the perfect cookie-cutter Valentine's Day date. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, resting his chin on her right shoulder so their cheeks could be flush with one another and provide a respite against the nippy air. She took his hand in her own and brought the clutched union into the sleeve of her white college sweatshirt. Her cheek felt impossibly soft against his skin, as soft as it had four years ago when they had first made love, when both of their lives were changed forever. ...Or what Will hoped would be forever. He fingered the outline of a circle through his jean pocket. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked at her; he saw the determination in her eyes, the passion he saw years ago. "You are so beautiful Rayne." He whispered in her ear, the warm breathe tingling her ear. She smiled and cocked her head so she could kiss him lightly on the lips. She was quiet, she usually was when they were intimate together. It seemed to Will she never got used to the idea of someone being fully and unconditionally in love with her. Words at times like this failed her, where Will was so eloquent, she had to show through loving touches. A simple look from him or even the quickest of touches would steal all of her communication, almost as if she was under a spell. But this powerful sorceress was love. Will took her left hand in his own and with his free hand, he reached into his jean's pocket. He rested his head on her right shoulder, murmuring into her ear, "Rayne, I love you. You are it for me. You are who I want to be with and love forever, through thick and thin. From now until the end of time, when I wake up, I want you to be next to me. I want you to be by my side when life is as terrifying as it is when I am away from you, when it's so beautiful that the only thing I can compare it to is your smile. I want to be with you Rayne, it's simple." Will slipped the ring on, simple but elegant with a silver band and a little diamond, and kissed her hand, "Will you marry me?" Rayne shuffled around until she was straddling his lap and threw herself around his chest, embracing him with surprising strength. Her hands clapped either of his cheeks and she kissed him. And then again. And again. "Yes! Of course Will, I love you." She ran her hands through his hair as she kissed him fiercely, only breaking off for air. Will could only feel overwhelming joy. He felt like he cradled his soul mate in his arms and now there was nothing to stop their love, ever. *** The newly engaged couple could only smile and giggle together on the ride home. They both peered at each other through the corners of there eyes, and then smiled like mischievous juveniles. This was only broken up by quick bouts of kissing, which ended when Will almost halved the car around a tree, which led Rayne into a laugh attack while her fiancé cursed and squeezed his fingers white around the steering wheel. Rayne's assault began even before the car was turned off in front of their apartment. As Will set the emergency brake, she took his face between her hands and shoved her tongue down his throat, starting a fiery dance in their mouths. He quickly ran out of the car into the rain to the passenger door, flinging it open before swinging his fiancé into arms. Rayne giggled as her love scooped her out of the car and kissed his neck before nuzzling her head into the pit of his shoulder. Will carried her into the foyer of their new apartment, closing the door behind him with his foot. He let her down gently on the tile, shrouded in the faded light of the rainy evening, caressing her cheeks with one hand while running the other up and down her leg with his lips never leaving her face. Rayne dug her finger nails into his back and began to pull at his clothing. Will ended up in front of her, pressing Rayne against the wall as she removed his sweater and pulled off his shirt. She began to kiss at the top of his chest, letting the coarse hairs tickle her lip as her left a thin trail of her saliva down his abdomen. All the while, Rayne stared seductively into his eyes, making sure to catch his eyes after each peck and kiss. Her hands cupped his butt and then traced the outline of his waist until finally she reached his pelvis. Her touch then became more deliberate, slow, over the thick fabric of his jeans. She ran her fingers down his inner thighs, sending shockwaves through Will that seemed to run through to tip of his manhood. He wasn't holding still though, he couldn't have... he had to see her. All of her. Between her ministrations on his body, he removed her sweater and blouse, leaving her only in a black bra that cupped her medium sized breasts. No matter how many times he had made love with her, he still felt an innocent tingle in his fingers every time he touched them. For some reason, he wasn't quite sure why, he felt almost naughty or even virginal as he caressed, rubbed or mauled her. Now, he felt the same tingle as he reached down and cupped her breasts through her lacy bra as her slender fingers undid his jeans and tempted him as she pulled down the zipper slowly. "Oh Rayne... you can't do this to me..." he moaned and she smiled, knowing she had him just where she wanted him. She pulled down his jeans inch by inch, second by tantalizing second. The bulge in his boxers was undeniable and she took a second to kiss where the tip popped slightly out through the fly. He groaned and instinctively moved to pull her head down further, but her hand smoothly battered his away. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped out of them as she bit the bottom of his boxers. She ran her hand up and down his thigh as she pulled down his last garment with her mouth. Her chin grazed the hairs on his leg and in response he ran his fingers through her hair, down her cheek and turned his hand over so the back of his knuckles glided over the tops of her breasts. As soon as the boxers were at his ankles, she kissed her way up his leg, but found she couldn't contain her lust anymore. She only kissed her way up to his knee when suddenly, near violently, swallowed the whole of his shaft, which wasn't hard to do. A swift groan from Will reflected his surprise and the delayed pleasure at her touch. Her hands wrapped around his ass cheeks as he preformed one of her favorite tricks on him. Her soft fingers dug into flesh of his butt, sending a chilling pain up and down his back only remedied by the forcefulness of her swallowing all of him to the pelvic bone; it was the prefect mixture of pain and pleasure. It was all to much for Will as her tongue swathed the tip of his shaft in a lustful fury. "Oh God Rayne... I'm sorry!" He apologized in an agonizing grunt as he lifted her up and put her back against the wall, lifting her right leg and holding her knee in the crook of his right arm. She laughed and grabbed his penis, rubbing the head for just one second before leading it to her drenched, precious petal-like lips. He groaned, "You think it's funny? Torturing me like that?" She smiled and enthusiastically nodded, "Mhm." "Oh you are gonna get it!" He grunted like a crazed madman, thrusting himself quickly into her warmth, her petaled-womanhood breached. She cried out into his mouth, but the slight pain that rippled through her body was numbed by the overwhelming ecstasy that rushed her body like a heavenly energy. With his right hand, Will cupped her knee and with his other he cupped her soft, ample butt, using it as a hand hold to drive himself wildly into her velvety sheath. "That's it! Fuck me Will! Fuck me like you have never fucked me before!" He had hardly ever heard her use that kind of language out of her sweet, loving mouth, but the change drove him insane. His right hand wrapped around under her leg and cupped the top of her thigh, using the leverage to pump himself as deeply as he could inside of her. Their lips rested in an excited state of limbo a mere inch from each other, breathing heavily and sharing winces and moans. Finally Will took her upper lip between his own and bit down on it slightly, eliciting a gutter moan from her that made his girth swell. Rayne loved this, getting slammed against the wall. It felt barbaric, a deviance from their normal sex life. Not that she was complaining about Will, but sometimes it seemed he cared about her too much... if that made any sense at all. He was always so focused on worshipping her body, insuring the orgasmic cries of the evening always came from her first. Sometimes, she wished he would stop being so damned caring and treat her like a woman, not a porcelain doll. How much she loved him! She loved the feeling of his cock furiously rubbing against her clitoris, his six inch height advantage and the natural upward curve of his penis provided that orgasmic friction. She watched as his eyes were clenched shut, his lips mouthing inaudible nothings into the air. Her teeth bit around his neck, sucking in the skin and flicking it with her tongue. Fingers roughly cupped her butt, Will using the sweet flesh as leverage to pummel quickly into her. Suddenly, they were moving, Will's arms wrapped about her back, his manhood still enveloped in her warmth. He was walking with her, and she tightly hugged his neck, bobbing slightly up and down on his shaft. Rayne moaned with each step, each vibration that wiggled its way up his legs into her most precious of treasures. Peering over his shoulder, nibbling on the flesh that came naturally to her mouth, she watched as he walked them into the bedroom. Will set her down gently, though not without thrusts into her as he did so. She sprawled out on the bed, spread eagled as he joined her, quickly climbing on top of her. They stared at each other for a precious, heart-wrenching second, then covered each other's faces with the wet tongue and warm lips. "I love you so much Rayne-" "Shhh." Rayne silenced him, briefly touching her lips to his before taking hold of his head and directing it toward her neck. She loved being bit, the slight pain added to the ecstasy. His hot lips burned her cool skin, causing her to flinch and fidget with each new bite. The very core of her body began to burn, her hips bucked upward, trying to shove every inch of him into her. "Deeper sweetie! I want more of you!" She cried out, barely aware of her own words. Will tried, pushing himself as far as he could, until both their pelvic bones mashed together and their hairs tangled in their love-making. His hands gripped the top of her shoulders, pulling her down, father... farther. She grunted, her legs in spasms, "Oh God...! You are too small!" Time stopped. Suddenly, there was a pause, and then a tormenting silence as a tear dropped from Will's eye onto Rayne's cheek. Her features, her emerald green eyes that were blooming quickly from the realization of her lust induced words, became blurred to him as his eyes welled. They both held still, his hands upon her shoulders, her fingers entwined behind his neck. Rayne frantically thought to try and find a way to take away the words she had said, to reach out and take them back... she never meant it. Will couldn't. He just couldn't look at her. In shame he pulled away as she pulled on his neck to kiss him. He ripped away from her, hot tears streaming down his cheek. He had to go...somewhere. Quickly he stumbled into the bathroom, lightly closing the door behind him. Will refused to turn on the light, he couldn't bear to look at himself in the mirror. He was nothing in his own eyes. He stepped into the hot water, pulling with all the force he could the curtain shut. He leaned against the wall, his head pounding into the tile. He had an intense urge to masturbate, having not orgasmed at all, but as soon as his fingers closed around his softening shaft, he pulled away in shame. It was worthless, he decided. He could never make Rayne, the love of his life, happy. He was worthless. A smooth cheek rested on his back. Soft lips planted a kiss on his neck as hands slid along his sides and came to a rest on his stomach. Words weren't needed. Their unspoken silence spoke for itself, unsaid expressions meant so much more than trivial words. Warmth rushed upon his back, making Will gasp. She always took his breath away. Rayne didn't have any words to say. What could she say? She couldn't, and wouldn't, hurt him, the love of her life anymore that she just had. She had to show she loved, that she wanted to be with him forever and to be without his comforting, loving presence would mean death for her. When she saw the look of anguish on his face, the furrowing of his brow and the welling in his eyes, she felt her soul was being dashed upon rocks. She couldn't bear it, her lips pressed on his back, and her hands grasped the front of his body trying to pull him flush against her. She spun him around slowly, her eyes large with innocence, locked his eyes with a soft gaze. Slowly his arms wrapped around her in a soft embrace, while she squeezed her love, never wanting to let go. Rayne kissed the base of his neck once, letting her lips linger longer than needed, knowing he loved the feeling of her breath on his skin. "I love you Will. That's all you need to know. When I said I would marry you, I meant it." Her small, pale foot caressed the top of his large foot. "I am never going to leave you, not now, not ever. I want to have your child, I want to know that I birthed your baby. I want to be there when she first says your name, Will, and I want to grow old with you. So old that, even now as impossible as it sounds, I will need to buy Viagra to help you get it up. I want to be with you, now and forever." She searched his eyes, his face for a sign. He smiled, "So long as I'm with you, I'll never need Viagra." Will pushed a few tendrils of her soaked hair behind her ears and lightly ran his fingers over her neck, pulling her close to kiss her. Her soft, hardly visible lips parted as Will cupped her barely recognizable face. In the dark, he felt her warm cheeks, his thumbs caressing the smooth skin just beneath her eyes. Their tongues danced the fiery dance; sharing, taking, giving into their lust as the hot water pounded on them in rhythmic beats that soothed Will. Rayne couldn't feel the water upon her skin, being so enthralled in the feel and the taste of him. The world froze for her when she was this close to him. She felt a sudden pang of guilt as she remembered he had still not had an orgasm. Her fingers found their way down his stomach, brushing his pubic hair, until the tips of her slender digits traced the head of his penis. She feinted surprise and gasped, "What's this?!" Over the sound of the falling water, her voice was barely audible. Rayne took it all in her hand, firmly squeezing the soft shaft while her other hand massaged his balls. "Oh... it seems to be growing..." *** They made love twice more that night before settling in for the night, spooning tightly under warm blankets. Will held her close, both of his arms wrapped about her chest. His face rested amongst her hair, still damp and smelling like vanilla. He kissed her bare shoulder, lingering over the skin, "I love you forever." She rubbed her back against his chest, her butt against his manhood and she turned her head so their lips shared the same air. "And forever, it shall be." Then they were quiet for awhile, enjoying the silence and each other's company. Her question didn't register when she first said it. "Truth or dare?" She whispered. "Hmm?" "Truth or dare?" "...Dare..." He wanted to know where this was going. "Kiss me." He did, lightly pressing his lips on hers. He was tired. "You know, for a creative writing major, you sure aren't very creative." Rayne bit his lip and smiled. "Oh hold your tongue." "Didn't you just dare me to kiss you?" She smiled again. "Truth or dare?" He sighed, pretending to be annoyed with her little games. But in truth he loved them. It kept him on his toes, he never knew what to expect from her...like tonight. He held back a tear and nuzzled her warm cheek with his nose. "Truth." She pretended to think about it for a moment, her eyes fluttering to look at the ceiling. Then she looked him in the eye, "Do you want children?" "Yes." He answered immediately. "How many?" "Well, many one for cleaning, one for cooking, one for-" He smiled and recoiled as she punched his arm. "You watch your tongue mister! You can't talk about my children like that!" She smiled, her eyes electrified. "You just seem to be all about my tongue tonight, don't you?" Will probed her ear with his tongue and nibbled at her soft, warm earlobe making her giggle in her sweet, soft voice. He continued after a moment, "I'm not sure. Maybe one? Two tops? Would my beautiful fiancé like that?" Fiancé. Rayne liked the sound of that. "I would like that," she whispered, smiling once more before shutting her eyes. To be continued...Thanks for reading ~ BSR God has a Plan for us All "Uhhh... how's movie and a pizza?" Rayne pressed her curved back against the wall. She looked up the ceiling, her eyes welling. "Rayne?" Will was patient. Why was she so quiet? Rayne pounded her head against the wall. She couldn't say yes so easily. Thoughts of a relationship flooded her mind, memories of unwelcome hands on her body, so controlling, so forceful. Illusions of a rapist once again in her bed made her cringe. What was Will to her? Another rapist? No... he wasn't. But how would she react when he asked to come in for coffee? When he was standing outside her door and she closed the door? He was such a gentleman, he seemed caring and polite. Working with him that night in his dorm, he was so understanding and had the patience of a hunter. She couldn't be the prey. Not again. "I'm sorry," she replied truthfully, "but I can't." Will was left pondering with disconnected line. He couldn't understand her. In class and at his place she seemed fine, the work seemed to distract her and make her happy somehow. She opened up more as the night went on. Now... he didn't know. He supposed that if he were someone else looking on at him, he would say to leave her: "To much drama". Yet he couldn't. The more he thought about her, he more he became intrigued in her. He concluded he would keep trying. *** Rayne was flushed. She paced across her dorm, groaning and clenching her creamy fists. Why? Why couldn't see set herself with Will. How many nights had se begged for a guy like him, who many times has she dreamed of such a man? Her dream was before her eyes, yet in the blink of an eye, he slipped away. He had feelings for her, and what did she do? Spurn him away? And now... a fresh tear rolled down her pale cheek. And now, he would give up, utterly rejected. She felt so stupid he had gotten away. Slipping into the shower, Rayne flipped the switch for the light and was plunged into a calming darkness. Leaning against the wall, the steady beat of water upon her soft skin; it was obvious she would be thinking of him. Her hands began to take a life of their own. Her fingers caressed the top of her own fleshy thighs, her skin burning where she imagined he touched her. Slowly, her fingers began to move up her body, the tips of her digits swirling around as she cross her flat, but soft, belly. Her hips and knees went limp as she thought of his hands traveling up her belly-button and further under her heavy breasts. Cupping her right breast with one hand, her other went to work on her pink nipple. Twisting and pulling on it softly, she moaned and thought of Will's lips sucking on her, his delicate fingers brushing her hot, matted hair from her eyes. "Oh god Will..." she muttered, her eyes screwed shut, her fingers pinching away until switching to her other heavy globe. Her breasts weren't the largest, but were firm and a little more than a handful, she imagined him slobbering over them, mauling her and yet also being so enthralled with her. "Will!" she yelled out, her hand traveling south to rub furiously on her clitoris. Her knees began to falter and her smooth butt began to slide down the wall of the shower, her cheeks spreading and falling down upon the back of her calves. In ecstasy, she collapsed onto the bottom of the tub, letting the water rush upon her fetal positioned body. Warm streams rhythmically beat upon her soft cheeks and ran along the lips between her full hips. Two fingers from her hand easily slid in and out, causing her to cry out even more. Will... on top of her, holding her... slipping in and out of her, rocking her ever so gently. She cries out in orgasm, her mouth gaping in something between bliss and pain, his mouth covers hers. He is slowly making love to her, careful in every regard, until he suddenly he releases in her. His warm pulse inside of her sends her over to the top and she moans in true orgasm. Looking up, she sees him, holding her, kissing her; loving her. He brushes her bangs from her eyes and gently kisses her on the lips. He whispers his love for her as he slowly contracts insider her. Rayne opened her eyes to find herself at the bottom of her shower, panting and crying. *** Weeks past. At school, Will was inseparable with Rayne. They were attached at the shoulder in class and at lunch. Others wrongly thought of them as lovers or siblings, they laughed and mainly confided only in themselves. Yet whenever he wanted to be with her outside of school, she froze and a moment later would change the subject. She was afraid of advances, forceful and inexorable. On the eve of winter, on one of those days when one could smell impending snow, Will was with Rayne after-school in a Starbucks on campus. He felt like he had stressed the girl coming with him there. But it was cold, and coffee and a true friend appealed to her. After buying a round of mocha lattes for two, Will sat with the dark-haired girl on one of the signature purple sofas of the coffee-house chain. "Rayne?" Will asked for her attention quietly. "Hm?" She asked innocently, sporting had a latte moustache, she made him smile. "Can I talk to you about something?" "Yeah-sure," she looked at him half expecting what was to come, but her eyes were curious. She licked the foam from her lips. "I have a lot of feelings for you Rayne, more than just friends. I think one would have to be blind to not know how I feel for you. You are amazing in so many ways, not to mention beautiful and mysterious, and you make me think. Yet it seems you are so far away. Is there any way you could feel the same for me?" "Oh Will," she said, turning her face from the line of people by the register, but out of the corners of her eyes intently gazed upon the friend across from her. Will instantly regretted his words and cursed himself silently, "We can leave..." he said, standing. But something caught him. Rayne reached for him and gently grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit next to her. Outside, snow became to fall lightly, without warning, without purpose. "Its not you, I promise," she surprised him as she stilled his hand between her soft fingers, he looked so sad to her then. Will savored her yielding warmth and was surprised when she suddenly rocked herself forward, kissing him on the lips passionately, and if not with a tremble. Will did not resist, in anyway, savoring the taste of her lips, but as quickly as she leaned into him, she broke the kiss, falling away slowly. "It's me, Will. Sometime, I will tell you why I do the things that I do or I will tell you about my past. But you must understand why some things are hard for me." A tear ran down her cheek and Will used one of his fleece sleeves wrapped about his upper hand to brush it away. Her cheek was hot and Rayne closed her eyes against his touch and she seemed to rub her face against his cold hands. Her eyes were red and her face was flushed, her luscious lips presented a horrible, quivering grimace. Quickly wrapping one arm around her, Will whisked her from the loud coffeehouse into the frigid air outside, and then into his car. Settling down into the driver's seat, Will was about to start the car, when he stopped. Rayne shielded her eyes, trying to hide. Will sighed and place a hand on the girl' shoulder, rubbing the top of her back. "Talk to me Rayne. You know I'm here for you, you can trust me." Rayne looked up from the corners of her eyes and nodded. "I really," she paused and let out another sob, "I really like you." "Then please... let me try. Let me in, Rayne. Let me in, talk to me." "I can't, please..." "Do you have somewhere?" Will asked. "Somewhere?" "Somewhere where you go, somewhere you escape to when the world hurts you?" Will held her tight. "Yes, but we can't go there now." "It's ok. Let me take you." *** Will and Rayne watched as the sun set across the horizon. The waters around Kodiak Island shimmered brilliantly as Will held the girl close to him. She hadn't said a word in nearly an hour, the time it took for them to drive to the spot. She moved on his arm, grinding her smooth forehead into his shoulder, battling herself. "When I was little, a priest touched me. I can remember the look in his eyes. Animal. Beast. Monster. One day, I was in his office after Sunday school, and I knew what he would do to me that day. I sobbed, but I did not resist him. I knew what was coming." Rayne wiped her eyes, "I froze, and my body could not do anything. All I can remember is the tremble in my knees, the sweat gathering on my face." Will brushed the hair from her face and rested his reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I was only saved when the alter boy came in the room. He nearly had me," she sobbed once, crumpling the shoulder of his shift in her clenched hand, "all of me. I can remember the look in his eyes, he was crazed, his teeth grinning. My parents... my parents, they couldn't bare to look at me. My father called me a whore and my mother... was terrible." "What kind of person could do that to a little girl?" She moaned into his chest. It was firm, but soft and the friendly warmth comforted her. She sobbed and pounded a weak fist onto his leg. Will turned her face so he could stare her in the eye, "A terrible, terrible person- no, not even a person. A monster, an animal who will never touch you again as long as I am near you. I swear to God." At that she smiled, and Will held her close, watching as soft waves ran against the serene beach, the last of the suns rays faltering on the horizon. "I am here for you Rayne. Anytime, anywhere, I will always be here for you." He gently took her face between his hands and stared deeply into her eyes, "Always." There was a moment of silence between the two, for Will it seemed so natural though he thought if he was in another's shoes, it would have lasted an eternity. *** Will laughed as he shuffled through his DVD collection. Will murmured off the names as he tossed them about his room, "Braveheart, 300, Kingdom of Heaven, Tears of the Sun, Die Hard 1,2,3,4, Pathfinder, Gladiator- Fuck!" He couldn't help but laugh as fifty similar titles were strewn about his dorm. He could have sworn his mom bought him The Holiday with Jack Black and Cameron Diaz last Christmas. Looking at the clock, he cursed as only five minutes remained until Rayne said she would be over. Jumping up, he shuffled toward his bathroom to get ready. After pulling on a clean pair of jeans and a thick and snug black shirt, Will heard the long awaited knock at the door. The past few weeks went by quickly for Will. He spent every moment he wasn't in school or working with Rayne platonically. They went to dinner together, saw the latest flicks, but never once did Will cross the boundary, determined to wait for her. Of course he did yearn to reach out and take her hand, to embrace her and kiss her passionately, but he had the patience of a man who knew how he had an eternity to wait. Thus, he was not disappointed when Rayne asked him out on a date. "A date, date?" Will had asked, hiding a child-like glee and grinned when she nodded. Now, a smile crowned his lips as he narrowed the distance between himself and the door and even found that his heart raced as his fingers caressed the doorknob. "Come in, come in. Please." Rayne looked beautiful, her black tresses looked prefect, each hair in its own spot, her full lips were left natural but she generously applied eyeliner that accented her big beautiful eyes. Her narrow glasses really added a great touch that framed her cheeks and led the eye back to her hair. Even her ears are perfect, Will thought, a little large, but they seemed to fit as she pulled her bangs behind them. She wore a black leather jacket that was frosted with a light layer of snow and jeans that clung to her full hips that also cupped her rear. "You look... perfect." Rayne smiled and leaned forward, giving him a wet peck on his cheek. He took her coat and closed the door behind her. "How long until the pizza?" she asked. "10 minutes?" "Sounds great, I'm starving." Rayne said and surveyed his dorm. She had done so before, but this time it was with a different perspective, she gathered other things about him than just platonic things as before. "So what do you want to watch?" Rayne asked quietly. "You that's... kind of funny actually. I was going through my collection and really didn't find anything worthy of your presence." Just as the words left his mouth, he saw another DVD set on top of his TV. Rayne reached for it just as Will tossed a sweatshirt over the top of it. "And what do we have here...?" Rayne smiled, picking up the DVD. She turned it so he could see the title. "Gilmore Girls season 4?" Will asked inquisitively feigning that it was not his. Rayne put the first disk in the player and plopped herself back on Will's couch, intent on what would appear on the screen couch. Will sat down next to her, close, so their legs were flush, and laughed as she began to sing the theme song. "I take it you like this show?" He asked, laughing. "Like? I love it." *** Rayne bit her lip as she waited for Will to answer his phone. After a few seconds, she was rewarded with his voice. "Hey sweetie," Rayne said. "Hey back, beautiful." "So what are you up to this weekend?" Will looked towards his bags framed by his dorm-room doorway and gritted his teeth together. "Actually, I was planning on an outing this weekend." Rayne laughed, "Where to?" "Well, actually, a few times a year I take off for the mountains for a few days. Take some time to think things over, get caught up with my life, and put things in order. I'm heading up tomorrow on Friday and coming back on Sunday." "Oh..." Rayne sounded disappointed, and she was, her knees caved inward and she slumped against the wall in her own dorm. "But..." Will was indeed ever-sensitive, "Would you like to join me?" It had been five months since their first date, that wasn't to awkward to ask, was it? "Yes, of course." *** Rain pittered pattered on the windows on Rayne's dorm room. A sweet couple leaned against the doorframe, their clothes damp from the downpour outside. Will's mouth devoured Rayne's, his tongue driving deep with awkwardness inside her mouth, and she moaned with her eyes closed against his attacks. Their fingers interlaced and seemed to move with their own minds as Rayne pushed her boyfriend further into her room so she could close the door with her foot. They stumbled through the dark, their lips still passionately locked, his hands on the small of her back, her hands around his shoulders and neck. They fell on the bed like this, Will on top of Rayne and suddenly the reality seemed to hit them both. Their lips slowly parted and they opened their eyes and smiled wearily at each other. They had become comfortably close with one another after their camping trip together, laying side by side in the tent cuddling until neither could keep their eyes open. It had been the best night of their lives, though both were too shy to tell one another, yet their self-indulgent smiles betrayed them otherwise. Their lips met once again, with more tenderness than before, but the same passion. Rayne could feel Will pressing down upon her breasts, however the warmth of her black hoodie blocked the sensations her nipples were craving, and in one motion, she kicked her shoes off and released her hands from Will to remove her sweater. He braced himself on his arms to hold himself above the beautiful girl underneath him, his eyes respectfully locked on Rayne's, not daring to look down; she smiled, knowing she loved him with all her fluttering heart. She dared to speak the words, to tell him how much he meant to her, but her month was suddenly busy with Will's lips. Her hands grabbed hold of the bottom of his shirt and she quickly pulled it off, breaking their kiss only for a brief second. Will's eyes met her once again, and they quickly flicked down her chest and back up. Rayne nodded slowly and smiled seductively, a crooked twist of her lips that sent shivers up and down his spine. Slowly, he inched his way down her soft, creamy chest planting a kiss after each inch of skin. Her warmth felt so good against his wet lips, her smell drifted into his nose, musty, but feminine with a hint of vanilla. Perfect. Will cautiously looked up, and saw the most beautiful girl in the world blushing, her checks turning a rosy hue. "Rayne, sweetie... are you embarrassed?" Whispered and kissed her just above her bra line, the cups teasing his cheeks. She nodded. He tried to soothe her in a sweet voice. "Why? You don't have to be. You are the most beautiful girl in the world and I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you tonight, alone. I love you Rayne." Her eyes welled and her mouth shook, a struggle between smile and frown. Her only response was to caress his face with an unsteady hand and to look him straight in the eyes. "You are only saying that because you are between my breasts," she sputtered out, and finished with a nervous chuckle. Will lightly shook his head. "Since the moment I saw you, Rayne, I thought I had to know you, to be your friend. Then I saw how truly a magnificent, beautiful person you were and I had to be with you, I had to hold you and protect you." Her tears openly followed and she mouth back, "I love you." "Please Rayne; let me love you, like you deserve to be loved." Her hand lightly teased all the way from his jaw and into his hair, finally pulling down his mouth between her ample breasts. He kissed the light colored cleavage that was visible without pulling down her bra, his lips becoming more and more daring with each peck. He was grateful that she was wearing a front-clasp bra, and he unhooked it without missing a beat. Between Will, her chest was now exposed to the crisp air, her nipples taut with anticipation, begging to be touched. He ran his hands up her soft ribs, feeling each concealed bone beneath her layer of flesh that made her not so hard and so feminine, and his thumbs caressing the bottom of her breasts. This time, his lips worked up, starting from the top of her panties, over her perfectly shaped naval to her chest feeling the soft warmth of her skin, her peach fuzz tingling against his chin. Will was a virgin, yet in the heat of the coming passion, it seemed all so natural, and his movements were fluid. His hands were not idle, they slowly crept around her breasts and she sighed as he slowly squeezed the fleshy globes, his thumbs circling over her rock hard nipples. His touch seemed to be just right; Rayne moaned and sighed, her legs sliding up and down the cool sheets. Her senses heightened, she felt the coarse edges of the thread, normally so soft, against her legs, the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof and against the windows, the soft moonlight that lightened Will's eyes, made his hair an odd harmony of silver and black. These were not the touches of her priest; these were not the caresses of unwanted fingers, of misplaced lips. This was Will, it felt so natural. Her mind drifted, completely relaxed because of his administrations on her, her eyes fluttered and closed, unable to bear the look in his eyes. His soft fingers lovingly kneading her breasts made her feel beautiful for the first time in her life, his eagerness apparent, and his love evident. Will had never felt so alive before, so masculine or so excited. He had longed for months to love her like this, to reach out and touch her breasts. Now that he was here, he was apprehensive. What if she remembers that event from her past? She had never told him the full story as she had once promised, but nor had he pressed it. Something bad happened, that was it. However he could almost feel her apprehension, which in turn made him nervous. But he quickly made up his mind after her first loud groan. His lips gingerly sucked in her pencil-tip-like nipples, and his fingers slowly kneaded her breasts a little firmer, but his eyes remained on her closed lids to gauge her reaction. God has a Plan for us All Rayne was lost. Her body was losing itself, numb with pleasure to his touch, his roaming fingers. She opened her eyes only slightly when she felt Will's thumbs ease under her panties, pulling them ever so slowly down. His face was full of worry, his eyes full of anticipation, and his touch was still soft and he slowly inched her panties down, kissing her newly exposed skin until he drifted down toward her little patch of pubic hair. Never once did his eyes flicker down to her sex, keeping his gaze focused on her beautiful relaxed face. Rayne sighed, running her hand up his arm, caressing his neck, teasing his cheek until her fingers ran into his hair. Her hand gripped his head and she pushed him in the direction of her burning desire. Could he not smell the musty scene pouring out of her? Did he not feel the overwhelming heat against his face? He must not have and he needed her coaxing. She settled his head settled over her wet lips and pulled him into her, his lips brushing over her vagina lightly. Now the pull wasn't light, but she forced her mouth against her waiting opening. "Oh Will..." she groaned as his lips kissed her clitoris, his tongue piercing through his lips slightly. He kissed and licked slowly at first, and as her hand became more tangled in his hair, he picked up the pace. She was so warm, so wet and her legs became to buck, thrusting her vagina into his mouth, her hand mashing his face into her. It seemed only natural for him to try to insert a finger into her. As he licked and lapped at every fold of her opening, his fingertip probed into her, her warmth enveloping his digit tightly. Then he hit resistance. Will had read enough to know that it was her hymen... that it was fully intact. He wanted to continue, to give her the pleasure she seemed to so desperately want and he so desperately wanted to give her, but he couldn't... he wanted to be one with her when he did it. He wanted to be flush against her, holding her, comforting her when he hurt her, hopefully for the last time of his life. He sucked in her clitoris and flicked over the top of it with his tongue, making her arms and legs spread eagle, her delicate fingers grasped and her little toes clenched. Rayne wanted more, more pleasure, more warmth, more togetherness, more Will. Her hips moved on their own, passion induced motions that made her legs clamp around Will's head, holding his fiery tongue in place over her sex. Will didn't mind. Her little patch of pubic hair tickled his face, but he loved the reaction he got from her. He was so inexperienced, but all that he cared about was her pleasure, her needs and from that he would be fulfilled. Rayne, coming down from her powerful orgasm, released his head and caressed the back of his head, down his neck and felt his stubble. The moonlight shined brightly on his face, and when she saw his big grin she couldn't help but smile. She beckoned Will closer to her face with her fingers lightly under his chin. Their lips hovered so close together, but they gazed into each others eyes, Will trying to reassure her with a loving and tender look, her own teary eyes displaying love and worry. "Will, I want you." Her body was surging with emotion and she struggled with the words, but they were true. She was ready for this, and she wanted him to be happy with her. He had to wait through months of dating to get to this point, and he was kindly patient. She felt the desire for him, of course, but the thought of herself being inadequate for him frightened her, more than anything else. She loved him, wholeheartly, she had never met another person on Earth quite like him, and she was afraid of losing him. "I'm sorry Rayne, I love you so much, more than you can ever know, but this will hurt. Are you sure? You don't have to do this to make me happy. Just being here, with you, makes me happy." She smiled, and her hand traced his temple down to his jaw, "Will, I need you." Will had an erection since he laid eyes on her breasts, and now it seemed as if it was going it burst with need and anticipation. He quickly struggled out of his pants and boxers, keeping his eyes on her beautiful face. He had really hoped to keep her eyes looking at his own face, so she would not see all him. He resettled on top of her, and the head of his shaft was nestled just above her wet sex, resting against her clitoris and her little bit of hair. She nodded and kissed him. As soon as their lips touched, Rayne felt all apprehension wash away from her, his lips were reassuring; passionate, but gentle. Her eyes closed as he caressed her cheek and ear, barely brushing her skin and his other hand copied the same motions on the opposite side of her face. His warm breath electrified her cold face and she was lost in his touch. The world outside of Rayne and Will did not exist. A slight tearing pain brought her back to reality and she whimpered, and Will immediately stopped, his manhood only an inch inside her. A few tears spilled from her shut lids, but Will gently brushed them away with his lips, his fingers caressed her temples. Her lip quivered, but it sought out his mouth successfully and her arms around his neck tightened, but slowly relaxed. Rayne opened her eyes and she smiled up at her love, her hands teased their way down his back until she could feel his butt. Her fingers grabbed hold, feeling the taut firmness, and she pulled him against her, his shaft penetrating farther in than before. Will groaned, she was impossibly tight and so warm, soft and wet at the same time. Rayne sighed happily and her fingers circled up his glistening body, massaging his back. He shifted slightly on top of her, moving up on her body and she could feel his pubic hair tickling her clitoris. He was all the way inside of her, and she felt so full! Her vaginal walls felt the stretch of his shaft, the nudge of his smooth head. His chest pressed against hers and Will's mouth devoured her own. His fingers found hers and they intertwined on either side of her head resting on the pillow; Rayne felt trapped, yet she was not a prisoner. She began to shift her shapely hips upward meeting each of his thrusts into her, while Will broke their kiss and sucked a nipple into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue. It was too much for Rayne; slowly, working its way up from her toes, through her legs and throughout her body, a heavenly energy forced her body to lurch against his with renewed vigor. Her orgasm rocked her body; she gritted her teeth together and suddenly called out his name, begging for more of him. "Oh God... Will! Yesssss!" She desperately sought him out, she was blind with pleasure and her hands reached out frantically for his face, assaulting his lips with her own. Their tongues danced together between their lips, until Rayne could not stand it anymore. "Ohhhh... God! Will, I need you to come in me, right now!" Will could feel her tightened around him, she became even tighter than she was before and her frantic body pulsed through her and he felt her walls massage his manhood. He shoved his fingers under her smooth, warm thighs and quickly rolled with her, her vaginal walls twisting around the head of his penis... he was close now. She groaned as he repositioned them, with himself on the bottom now. Her orgasmic aftershocks coursed through her body, and she could vaguely feel his hands clumsily grasped for her butt as he rocked his girth into her. It was too much. "Oh... Rayne... sweetie, I'm coming!" With a final convulsion from her vagina, thick strands of his seed shot into her virgin womb. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, he had never felt so one with... anything. Now, he was one with Rayne. The thought made him cry for happiness. Rayne's orgasm left her exhausted and she slumped against his chest, her breasts mashed up against his collar. She could feel his softening warmth inside of her, the sloppiness of their union drained from both their bodies. Rayne rested her chest on his recovering chest and she opened her eyes slowly, looking with awe at Will. The clouds had once again veiled the moon but she could faintly make out his outline with the trace of her soft hands on his face. "Are you crying, Will?" Rayne asked, smiling. Her thumbs stroked his face this time, brushing the few tears away. He only smiled back and nodded. "Why?" Had she done something wrong? "You, Rayne. You make me so happy. I can't believe that you even exist at all. I've never dreamed I would find a person like you. Yet here I am, in your bed. I know how scared you were of this, and yet you trusted me. I am the luckiest man in the world." "I love you, Will. It is simple. I didn't think of it as I had before. It wasn't sex... It was love-making. I was making love with you." She kissed the top of his forehead, deliberately leaving her lips to linger. He stirred under her, shifting his hips so that they both rolled onto their sides. Will held her close, their eyes only a few inches apart. He was amazed by how much he loved her, how even now he felt so captivated by her. A few tendrils of hair covered her eyes, and he brushed them aside slowly, stroking her face. "I love being here with you, just me and you in our own little world." He kissed the tip of her nose and caressed the crease of her back. Goosebumps stood up from his arms and he shivered once, it was freezing inside the dorm. Rayne rose from the bed, letting the sheet fall away from her hips without apprehension and took his hand gingerly in her own, "Let me show you my world, honey." No one had ever called Will honey before, but found that he liked to hear it from her mouth. He was her honey, and he smiled and he took her soft, small hand.She led him through the dark; the eerie, veiled light of the moon made her velvet-like skin appear to be even softer. She pulled him into the bathroom and slapped away his hand when he reached for the light. "My world, ok?" She said as she struggled to turn on the water in the shower, so wrapped up in Will's arms. Rayne closed the bathroom door and the room was thrown into darkness, and Will could only see the faint, black outline of her luscious body. Rayne opened the shower door and led him into the humid darkness. The hot water that greeted him made him jump a little, but Rayne insisted and pulled him in all the way with her. Will wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to him; it was all so natural now. He could not see a thing, the moon only drifted into a window a couple feet above their heads, and it was veiled with heavy clouds. A kiss brought him back to Rayne, to his warm lover pressed so closely against him. Her kisses lingered on his neck, throat and lowered to his chest. Will could only smell sweet vanilla from her hair as he caressed her back and butt. Her lips drifted downward, downward, and yet further down. He could feel her warm breath on his stomach, his manhood jerked as his pubes were tickled. Both her hands caressed their way down his thighs as she crouched before him. Will ran his fingers through her hair, determining where she was in front of him. Suddenly, he tensed; he could feel the warm press of her mouth on the tip of his penis. Her lips pursed and she lightly pecked as she kissed the head. Her left hand slipped under his balls and her right gripped the shaft lightly. Rayne was nervous, but she felt an intense urge to pleasure him, as he had pleasured her so thoroughly. There was nothing she would not do for him now. It was comforting to her as she felt his rigidness, which she took as timidity. She had always wondered what a man tasted like, actually felt like. Will was her love, she was sanguinely convinced. Now was her chance. It was much softer than she had realized. It was soft to her lips, yet it gave when she thought it would be hard as a rock. The tips of her fingers glided over the warm shaft and circled about the spongy head. It was hard, but not in a marble-like sense. It did not take her long to find that she loved it. Rayne opened her mouth slightly more and sucked in the head of him, just the right size for her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, Will gasped, faltering under his own legs as he had to lean against the edge of the shower. His grasp, while still gentle, became more desperate on her head, his fingers now tangled in her hair, urging her to take more of him in. The last few inches were quick to slip into her warm mouth. His pubic hair tickled her nose and she smiled at the notion, the small movement sending Will into ecstasy. "Yes Rayne... yes..." He groaned. Her hands had a mind of their own and her left hand cupped his balls while her other hand pulled his butt so she could get as much of him inside of her. Her tongue danced about the head, and her full lips slid up and down his shaft, tightening over the head before going down once again. Will could not see a thing, but it made it all the more special. His sense of touch tingled, more alert and focused than if he could see her. A semi-familiar sensation urged through his body, culminating in his groin, and his legs lurched so that he stood on the balls of his feet. He slowly began to release her head, "God Rayne... I'm coming!" His hands desperately reached for her breasts, needing something to squeeze, something to hold while he body began to convulse. To his surprise, instead of releasing him from her mouth, her hands flexed around his hips and she thrust him, almost violent in her passion, into her mouth even further. Oh fuck! Will wanted to call out the words, Rayne, I'm coming! But instead he groaned as he began to feel his seed leave his body. Feeling her warm, velvety mouth around his most intimate of areas, the streams of his come entering her willing throat; it was too much. He began to shudder as his finally became to wane and he collapsed against the wall of the shower. Rayne kept him firmly inside her mouth even as he began to soften, slowly stroking his balls and milking his spongy head with her tongue. Will did not have any words; his hands stroked her face and ran through her hair. She stood up, and they embraced, gentle but full of love for one another. They needn't any words, they were so at one with the world, with each other, that human communicate could not have culminated in something as perfect as what they had; love. Flush against one another, Rayne began to slowly rock back and forth with him, humming to herself lightly. Will could not hear a thing, but felt the vibrations of her melody through his chest and he danced with her, under the sting of the hot water on his back. She began to shiver and Will thoughtfully turned them so that her back was against the water and her chest was mashed in his, her full breasts pressing so naturally into him. He brought a finger beneath her chin and pulled her lips close to his; the moonlight had somehow pierced through the clouds and now he could faintly see her ghostly outline. And they kissed a kiss of desperate lovers, of unsure adolescents, of a couple in love. Her tongue parted his lips and met his own tongue somewhere in between her mouth and his as they danced together under the hot water. Rayne reached behind her and turned off the water. Together they stepped forth from the shower and dried each other off using the same towel, smiling together. As Will leaned close to her to dry her back, Rayne stepped up on the tips of her toes and kissed him quickly on the lips and giggled. Will let the towel slid over her butt and used to pull her closer to him, his limp manhood pressed against the hair just below her stomach. "I loved that. You make me so happy, Rayne." She smirked, "You aren't the only one smiling honey." "I can see that," Will said, as he rather casually lifted her up and carried her back to bed. Rayne felt so fragile, yet safe in his arms and his soft hands were soothing against her damp skin; she rested her head against his shoulder and inhaled his scent. Will gently set her down on the bed, kissing her forehead before crawling in next to her and pulling up the covers. They lay facing one another, their faces just a hand's length away from each other and her eyes were heavy with content and dreamy with pleasure. How had he gotten here? Under her blankets, in her warm embrace feeling her warm breath upon his skin? Life seemed to have unusual way of working itself out. Yet, for all his luck, fate seemed to favor him, an unknown hand dropped a beautiful girl into his life and he knew it would be changed forever. Though never religious, Will thanked whatever was above, watching him. Thank you, for Rayne. "Can I ask you something?" He caressed her shoulder and lifted her chin so he could look directly into her eyes. "Oh Will, there will be plenty of time for more in the morning." She purred in response, teasing him. "You don't think... I'm too small, down there, do you?" He peered into her soft eyes, begging for her honesty but praying for her approval of him. Will wanted to be everything she had hoped for; he wanted to satisfy his love. "Of course not!" How could he even think of such a terrible thing? "I felt so good with you inside of me, so full, so feminine. I love how smooth, hard and warm it feels all in the same instant. I love it so much I might make it a regular habit." She smiled at him and fumbled under the sheets for his soft, spent member. Will couldn't answer her, his hand instead cupping her warm butt and pulling her closer towards him until he was one with his love. The rain was suddenly silent against the window and all was quiet for the first time in hours. "Good night, Rayne, I love you," Will whispered and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, love." "Promise." He mumbled truthfully. His heart was at ease, for in the morning, he knew he would never be alone again and he would forever have Rayne at his side.