The front door opens and our parents call out a cheerful hello as they make their way into the living room where we are watching a movie. We had decided to sit on different couches, trying to fight the temptation between our legs.
So far we'd made it twelve hours, but nine of those were spent sleeping and the rest were staying five feet apart at all times since we didn't know when the parents would be back. It still didn't stop James from jerking off while I watched, his eyes never leaving mine. I know it's silly to be jealous of a hand, but I wanted to be the one stroking him and making him feel good, but we both knew if I did, it wouldn't stop there.
"How was your weekend?" Mary asks us.
"Pretty good," James answers. "We did a lot of exercising."
I cough slightly at his words as my dad asks, "putting that gym membership to use huh?"
"Yup," I chime in. "Didn't go as hard as I wanted but I'll work up to it."
The look on James's face was priceless as he retorts, "I'm pretty good in the gym, I can help you out."
The double meaning of his words thankfully passes over the parents heads, "that sounds wonderful," Mary gushes. "It's so nice to see you two finally bonding."
"Oh yeah I've got a full summer planned for us to bond," James says casually. He looks over at me, "in fact there's something today we could do. There's a really nice hike about an hour from here."
"Yeah sure," I tell him, pretending to not be excited at the prospect of being alone with him again. "Give me a few to get ready."
"Will you be back for dinner?" Mary asks.
James glances at me again, "we'll probably stop and get something on the way back."
"Ok sweetie, let us know when you're driving," Mary tells him before walking away.
James gets up from the couch and offers me a hand and pulls me up, "get your boots on," he tells me. "It's a long walk," he pauses before adding in a whisper, "and don't wear underwear."
Two hours later I'm huffing down a trail in the woods. When James had said hike I pictured an easy little trail, not a steep climb up a mountain in the woods. James looks back at me and grins, "come on princess, you'll get a reward when we get there."
"Better be something good," I grumble.
"You haven't complained about it yet," he teases.
I plod along after him, too breathless to banter back. Luckily after ten more minutes the trail ended and the view was definitely worth it. We were on top of a cliff that overlooked the entire bottom of the mountain and in the distance there was a lake that sparkled with the last rays of sunshine.
"It's beautiful," I whisper.
James comes and wraps his arms around me from behind, nestling his head on my shoulder, "it's one of my favorite places."
We watch the sunset and once it's dark I turn to him, "so, what's my reward?"
"Come here and I'll show you," he says, leading us towards some rocks. He sits down and pulls me into his lap, my back to his front. His hands go to the button on my pants and he gets them open quickly, "did you do what I said?" I nod and he chuckles, "good girl."
Sliding his hand into my pants, he's met with my slick folds and I feel him getting hard under me. His finger finds my clit and circles it gently before applying steady and firm pressure. My head falls back onto his shoulder and my hands grip his legs, my nails digging into his skin.
His other hand slides up my shirt and grips my tit, massaging it while he slips a finger into me. I moan at the sensation, and he rubs my nipple between his fingers, making it hard. His lips find my neck, his teeth grazing my skin teasingly before biting firmly, sending a tingle to join his fingers inside me.
He slips a second finger in with the first, adding more pressure to my sensitive spot, his thumb grazing my clit as he fingers me. "So wet for me," he whispers into my ear.
I groan loudly as a third finger joins the other two. My pussy holds them tightly, stretching pleasantly around them. The sounds of my moans bounce off the trees, joining the sounds of nature. James's hand goes to my other tit, giving it the same teasing as the first. The steady fingering makes my pleasure build, but I want more.
Pushing his hand out of me, I ignore his surprised noise, as I get up and lett my pants fall to the ground. Straddling him, the rocks rough under my knees, I open his pants and sink onto his cock the moment it's free. I let out a long low moan as James does the same, my wetness engulfing him to his base.
His hands grip my back as I start to grind against him, his hips thrusting with my grinds. I push him back against the rocks, making him partly lay down and put my hands on his chest, riding him harder. My clit rubs against him, making me moan louder as he thrusts up into me. "Fuck," he grunts, "I'm gonna cum already."
It only takes a few more seconds before he clenches under me, cuming hard. The feeling of him spilling inside me sends me into my own euphoria as my walls tighten around his cock. I collapse onto his chest, breathing heavily. "Looks like... we'll have to... stop at a pharmacy," I gasp out.
"I wasn't... expecting to fuck you," he breaths.
"I like your cock inside me," I tell him, wiggling slightly against him and making his cock move inside me. He gets hard almost immediately and I laugh, "I need to be able to walk down this mountain."
"Not my fault," he growls.
An idea forms in my head and I slide off of him, making him groan. Getting on my knees in front of him, I take his cock in both hands and lick from the base to the head. He bucks and moans, "fuuckkk." Circling his cockhead with my tongue, I taste our fluids on him,surprised at how salty sweet it was. I tease him more with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. He sits up more, his hands tangling in my hair, holding my head as I bob on his cock. I take him as deep as I can but I can't quite reach his base.
He doesn't seem to mind though. He moans at each bob of my head, thrusting slightly in time with me. One of my hands move to grip his balls, squeezing firmly. I didn't think it was possible but he gets harder as I squeeze, before cuming into my mouth. His hot load shoots to the back of my throat and I swallow it all, licking his cock clean when he's done.
As he lays against the rocks gasping for breath I get up and put my pants back on. In the light of the moon, I couldn't help but think that James looked beautiful laying on those rocks, his cock hanging out of his pants, gasping for air because of me.
Several hours and handjobs later, we finally make it back home with every intention to sneak into my room, but the moment we step inside we are greated by our parents. "We rented a cabin for a few weeks," my dad tells me excitedly.
"Sweet," James says, giving me a look.
"That'll be fun," I add. "When do we go?"
"In five days," Mary tells us.
Good, it'll give me time to go to the clinic. We can't keep relying on Plan B pills after each fuck. Speaking of, "did you guys have fun?" My dad asks us.
I glanced at James before answering, "yeah it was pretty strenuous but I rode it out. My legs hurt now though."
My dad nods, "yeah a good hike will do that to you."
I see James pitch another tent in his pants and he excuses himself, "see you tomorrow," he says before running off.
"He ok?" Mary asks.
I nod, "yeah we stopped for burgers but I don't think they are setting well. I'll go check on him," I offer, heading after him.
I find him in the bathroom, braced against the counter and pounding into his hand. Closing the door behind me I grin and unbutton my pants, letting them drop to the floor. James doesn't hesitate as he strides over to me and pcks me up, bracing me against the wall. My legs wrap around him as he pushes his cock into me swiftly. I have to bite his shoulder to keep from crying out and I feel him do the same as he thrusts rappidly into me.
I could vaguely hear our parents shuffling around and the thought of getting caught only makes me clench harder around his throbbing cock as he pounds me, and I wish that we could stay like this forever.
Five days later and I'm crammed into the backseat of my dads truck, on James's lap. We had stopped at the store when we got close to the cabin and my dad, like always, had bought more than we needed. So here I was, stuck on James's lap in a dark truck as we bounced down a dirt road. Dad is driving and humming softly while Mary is fast asleep. James' lap isn't the best seat, but only because I can feel how hard he is and I can't do anything about it. Or could I? Moving slightly, I feel behind me for his zipper. He goes still under me as he realizes what I'm doing. James puts a hand on my hip but doesn't stop me as I manage to get his zipper open, his erection springing free. I glance at my dad and make sure he hasn't noticed, but his eyes are firmly on the road as he leans slightly towards the wheel. I can feel James lifting the back of my skirt up and covering his cock with it, rubbing it against my ass. He opens his legs slightly, making enough room under me so that he can sli
True to his word, James had made me unable to walk the next day. My dad seemed concerned when I told him I wasn't feeling good, and it was hard to keep a straight face with James grinning over his shoulder. After I assured him I was fine and just needed rest, he finally left, leaving James in my doorway. "This is your fault," I hissed at him. He leans against the doorway, "you said you could take it." "And I did." He smirks slightly, "yes you did princess." He looks over his shoulder briefly, "the parents are leaving for town soon, we could use the hot tub." "That would be great," I grin. "Nothing like warm water to soothe aching muscles." "A massage would help too," he says. "Is that an offer?" He swallows hard, "I'd love nothing more than to rub you down." The tent being pitched in his pants gave testimony to his words, "I can see that." His hand wanders to his zipper and slowly undoes it, letting his cock pop out. He grips it, stroking it as he stares into my eyes
The day before we were scheduled to leave the cabin, James took me to town. The past two weeks were a blur of family outings, with James and I fucking whenever and wherever we could. We even managed to fuck in the hot tub again when the parents were asleep. James drove us to a nice restaurant and even opened the door for me when we walked in. We had never been here before, he had purposefully driven us an hour away so that nobody would recognize us if we got too handsy. "How many tonight?" The hostess asks. "Two," James tells her. She leads us to a small table near the back, smiling at us when James pulls out the chair for me. She waits until we are seated before handing over a wine menu, "would you like recommendations or do you have a particular favorite?" James doesn't even look at the menu, "bottle of Malbec please." She takes the menu back and disappears. When she's gone I whisper, "are you crazy? Neither of us are old enough to order alcohol." James smiles at me cockily,
The rest of the summer passed quickly and as our time together grew shorter, we found more and more reasons to be together. We fucked as often as we didn't, sometimes just going on car rides to talk about what we wanted with our lives. The intimacy of our conversations made the sex that much better, especially after we discussed our fantasies and insecurities. The night before James was supposed to go back to college, I found myself in his room, straddling his lap just like the first time. But instead of making out or riding him, we were just staring at each other. I know it sounds creepy, but it really wasn't. I'd gotten so used to the closeness of him over the summer that the thought of not seeing him again for months made my soul ache. "I'll miss you," I whisper. His hands grip me harder as he nuzzles my neck, "I'll miss you more princess." I pull back and take his face in my hands, kissing him with everything I have. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressi
That first month of college I didn't do anything except go to class, meals and then back to the room. I wasn't trying to be a hermit; there was just so much going on with my classes that I didn't have any free time for anything extra. That didn't stop my roommate Brandy from asking every weekend if I wanted to go out with her and her friends. "It's been a month Al, you need to get out of this room," she tells me as she puts on a very short black dress with nothing under it. I'd learned very quickly that Brandy was confident with her body and wasn't shy in showing it off. "I have projects due," I remind her, gesturing to my open books. "And so do you, we have three of the same classes." She waves me off, "look girl, college is about the experiences not just classes. You don't want to look back in twenty years and regret not going out and living your life. Plus you might get laid and judging by some of the sounds you make in your sleep, you need it." My face goes red. I had had
True to her word Brandy doesn't ask me out again until Halloween. When I reminded her of our deal she argued that it doesn't really count as going out since it's a dorm party. So against my better judgement, come Halloween I'm in the common area dressed as, I'm actually not sure what. Something with ears on a headband and a tiny leotard that fit like a second skin. Brandy was in a matching one across the room, a boy on either side of her. About an hour into the party I'm ready to go back to the room, but as I start to leave, strong arms wrap around my waist and a voice in my ear growls, "miss me princess?" I'm so startled that all I can do is ask, "James?" He chuckles in my ear, "expecting someone else?" I relax into his chest, letting his smell envelope me, "I wasn't even expecting you, but I'm glad you're here." I pause a second before asking, "wait, how are you here?" "Your roommate stole my number and messaged me," he explains. "Said something about how you're becoming a her
When thanksgiving rolls around, James and I find ourselves both making the trip home. Partly to see our parents but mostly as an excuse to see each other. He picks me up the first day of Thanksgiving break, giving me a long scorching kiss the second I get in his truck. “I missed you princess,” he says against my lips. “I missed you more daddy,” I say as I bite his bottom lip. He chuckles and pulls away, “we should get going. It’s a long drive and I have a feeling we’ll be making a few unscheduled stops.”“And by unscheduled you mean?”He puts a hand on my thigh and slides it up until it’s almost touching my center, “you know exactly what I mean. But, if I have to spell it out,” his hand brushes against me and I’m immediately flushed, “I’m going to fuck you all the way home and all the way back.” He rubs me a second longer before pulling away and starting his truck. It rumbles to life and he carefully pulls out of the lot and onto the road. I watch him drive, once again amazed at h
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I tell James as I peer down at the ground below us. The ski lift that we are on shakes slightly and I grab the bar for dear life, certain that we are going to fall to our deaths at any moment. James, however, seems unfazed by the height or the shaking. "Relax princess," he says as he puts an arm around me. "We're almost to the top and then it's a quick ride to the bottom." "Like you'd know anything about a quick ride," I mutter, snuggling into his side. Despite the heavy snowsuit, two pairs of long underwear and socks, hat, gloves, scarf and mittens I'm currently wearing, I'm still freezing. I should be used to it by now since our family comes to the ski resort every year for Christmas until after the new year, a tradition we started when the parents got married. James had taken to snowboarding right away and was usually only seen at breakfast and dinner while the rest of us liked to lounge by the heated indoor pool. My entire body sh
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“I can’t believe they still have this shower,” I laugh as I strip. James grins from the bed, “it’s a good shower. I personally love it.” “Oh I know you do,” I tease, going and starting it. I secretly loved the shower too, the glass tube giving a perfect 360 view of whoever was in it. I’m under the water when a rush of cold air hits me and then James’s arms are around me, his head nuzzling in my neck. “James,” I groan as he nibbles my skin. “Baby,” he replies, his hands wandering lower and grazing over my pussy. “Not in the shower,” I tell him. “Doctor said.. no more.. water.. activities.” My words come out in gasps as James strokes me and it takes everything I have to pull away from his hands. “I’m serious,” I tell him. “You almost shattered your knee, James. No more shower sex.”“Technically,” James says with a smirk. “The doctor said no more standing shower sex.” He motions to the bench that’s presumably been in the shower since Annie’s aunt was alive, “he didn’t say anythin
“I don’t know how the hell you do it,” Annie sighs as she falls onto the couch. “What do you mean?” I ask, handing her a drink and sitting next to her. She takes a large swig and sets it on the table, “all of it. The kids, the husband, making it all look effortless. I’m fucking exhausted and I only have one kid. I don’t know how you do it with two.” “Annie,” I say softly, putting my hand on hers. “I’m fucking exhausted too.” She looks surprised, “really? You hide it well.” “I love my kids,” I tell her. “I love my life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but being a mom is exhausting. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed, to need some time to yourself.” “I just,” she sighs. “I just feel like I should be better at this. I’m not one to run away from a challenge, but sometimes.. sometimes I feel so trapped. I love Max and Georgie, but I’m not one to sit still. I feel like my body is vibrating with all this pent up energy but I’m too exhausted to use it.” “I know how you feel,” I
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One Year Later“Ali!” Annie yells as she walks into my house, her arms loaded down with brightly wrapped packages. Georgie follows close behind, even more packages in his arms. “Annie,” I greet warmly as I go and take the packages from her. “Jesus,” I grunt as the weight of them settles in my arms. “What do you have in here?” Annie laughs, “you’ll see. Just promise you won’t be mad.” Setting them in the gift table I give her a suspicious look, “and why exactly would I be mad at my son’s godmother?” “Well, I may have bought him a few things that aren’t technically suitable for a one year old,” she admits sheepishly. “That’s why these are from me,” Georgie says as he puts his packages on the table. “Someone had to buy gifts the little man could actually play with.” Annie claps her hands, “speaking of! Where is my godson?” “He’s out back with..” I don’t even get to finish before she’s racing out the back door, my sons name being shouted so loudly it echos through the house. Even
“Drive faster!” James yells at my dad who is already speeding and swerving through traffic. “Why couldn’t we have just called an ambulance?” Mary asks, hanging onto the panic bar for dear life. “In this economy?” James and I both answer. I groan as another contraction hits me, squeezing James’s hand so hard I’m sure I’ll break it. He doesn’t complain, even though I’m sure it hurts. It seems to take an eternity to reach the hospital but we only live twenty minutes away and with my dad speeding, we made it in ten. Dad screeches to a halt at the ambulance doors, honking his horn rapidly as Mary jumps out of the truck and runs inside, coming back out with a nurse and a wheelchair. James lifts me from the truck, setting me into the wheelchair and rushing me inside, nearly leaving the nurse behind. She follows us, a mixture of confusion and amusement on her face. “First time?” She asks when we finally stop at the front desk. “We need Dr Jones!” James all but yells at
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The next day, dad and Mary come by the house. The boys immediately say something about power tools and building furniture before disappearing, leaving Mary and I in the kitchen. “So, what are we doing with the nursery?” Mary asks, sitting down her large bag and pulling out containers of leftover food. “Do you know what you’re having yet? Also, we should do a baby shower in a few weeks.” She glances up at me, “hungry? I can make you a plate.” I sigh, “honestly, just give me that bowl of coleslaw and a fork.” Mary laughs, “I was the same way with James. Couldn’t get enough of the stuff.” She pops the lid off the bowl and grabs a fork, sticking it in the bowl and sliding it over to me. “Nursery?” She asks again. “There’s a room next to ours that’s connected by a bathroom that we were thinking about using as the nursery,” I tell her as I take a large bite. “But I’m not sure if I want to do a theme or just paint it.” Mary nods, “we can make a trip to the baby store and look a
By the time we made it home and unloaded all our things, several hours had passed since the incident with Samantha. And even though nobody had called us and we hadn’t seen anyone else we knew, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in town already knew about James and I. Rationally I knew that everyone would find out about us eventually. It wasn’t like James and I were keeping our relationship a secret anymore, but I did hope we would have more time before the entire town found out about us. And maybe I could have handled it better if I wasn’t pregnant, but I was, and somehow that made the thought of facing the town much harder. The ride from our home to our parents house is a silent few blocks as I stare out the window, my mind running wild with all the things that people are probably saying about us. James holds my hand the entire way, his thumb running over my knuckles soothingly and I’m so lost in my mind that I don’t notice we’ve arrived until James lets go of my hand.