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Finally (mf, cons, romance)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Finally (mf, cons, romance)
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Where there's THUNDER...there's LIGHTNING!
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WARNING: This text file contains material of an adult,
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BBS Filename: Finally.txt
Lewdness Level: Mild
Classifiction: Adult/romance
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FINALLY...
The bar was a cozy place, dark and quiet save for the nearly
whispering voices of the people at the bar or sitting in the
booths along the walls, some staring into the huge fire that
burned in the hearth along one wall, the hearth that gave
this place it's name: The Fireside Inn.
In one bar a young woman sat, alone, toying with the swizzle
stick in her drink. She was an unusual sight for the bar,
and for one very special reason--she was very beautiful.
Long, raven black hair framed a delicate face, with thin
dark brows and long, dark lashes over her sea green eyes,
eyes that were sad and tearful. Her full lips were pressed
tightly together, holding back the pain of her broken heart.
Her name was Kim Alexander, and tonight, like so many nights
before, she found herself alone, wishing she had
someone special here with her. And not just any someone
special. For her, there was only one.
His name was Rob Culver, and he was perhaps the most
wonderful man Kim had ever known. Tall, in good shape, with
striking, ruggedly handsome features and warm blue eyes, the
women rarely failed to resist him. Rob's wild side, with
his long hair drawn back in a perpetual pony tail, combined
with his button down, neatly ordered nature, made him a
dichotomy that few could fathom. Kim was one of the few who
did understand him. Because Rob was her best friend.
They'd met twelve years ago, when she as twelve and he was
thirteen. It had been a difficult time in Kim's life. Her
parents were undergoing a bitter divorce, one so bad that
Kim, in an effort to escape the shouting and the threats and
all the disruption had drawn herself into her own little
world and hid away with her tears, friendless and hopeless.
Enter Rob. His family moved in next door to her, just a
quarter mile down the road. The first time she actually met
him was in the vast expanse of woods behind their houses.
Kim frequently retreated there to be alone and to get away
from the tense atmosphere of home.
It was early autumn--late September--and she'd been sitting
beneath the spreading bows of an already changing maple,
crying softly to herself, when she'd heard footsteps
approaching. Before she even had time to wipe the tears
away, Rob had stepped into sight.
Even then, he'd been impressive--tall and well-built,
wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. Without a word he'd
walked over and sat down next to her, so close she could
feel the heat of his body.
"I'm Rob. Rob Culver", he'd introduced, as casually as if
he'd known her for years. "And you're...?"
"Leaving", she'd told him. She wanted to be alone, after
all. Before she could get up, however, he caught her hand
and pulled her back down.
"Upset", Rob had said matter-of-factly. "You seem like you
could use a friend."
And that was how it got started. Thanks to Rob, she'd
gotten through her parents divorce, gotten through the rough
times afterward, learning to live without her father around
anymore. He was always there for her, a shoulder to cry on,
someone to talk to who would listen and understand. He was
the warm smile in her life, the encouragement she needed to
go on. They were rarely, if ever, apart. They developed a
closeness, an affection that was not common.
Kim had spent more than enough time snuggled in his arms,
feeling warm and safe and protected, and most of all, loved.
Rob watched out for her all the time. He helped her get
through the awkward years of teenage dating; he took her to
the prom when her own boyfriend dumped her for an airhead
cheerleader.
Rob had also been her first kiss. It was her most special
memory of him--the night of the prom, after he'd taken her
home, he'd kissed her good-night. The first and only time
he'd ever kissed her anywhere but on the cheek. It was
memory that at times like this, made her heart ache.
Kim stared into her drink, which was all but untouched.
She'd never been much of a drinker and wasn't one to drown
her sorrows in alchohol. Not even tonight.
Over the years since high school, she and Rob had remained
close. And it was over those years that Kim had begun to
realize just how much he meant to her, how much she loved
him.
Kim, however, was not looking for a relationship. Yes, Rob
was very special to her--but she wanted to remain his
friend. It was difficult to say just why, except that Rob
was not her...type. He was too wild, too outgoing, too much
into things she was not. As friends, there was no
bitterness if one wanted to do something the other didn't;
they led their own lives and were happy with that.
What Kim wanted, simply, was to be intimate with him.
Indeed, they already were, but in spirit only; they always
seemed to know what the other was thinking, finishing each
others sentences. It was like an unspoken bond between
them, and it was nice, but incomplete. What Kim wanted, in
short, was carnal intimacy with him. She wanted to make
love to him, if only just once.
For her, in fact, it would be the first time; at twenty
four, she was still a virgin, saving herself for just "the
right guy". Someone she knew who would love her as much as
she loved them, and not just use her. That was where Rob
came in. She knew she could count on him for that.
Unfortunately, it wasn't an easy subject to bring up. She'd
tried once, and only once. And Rob had said no.
"It would change things between us, Kim. You know that",
he'd told her. "We'd no longer be friends. We wouldn't
have that freedom anymore. How could I ever see you with
another man and not think about the fact that I'd slept with
you, and now he had you? I'm sorry, but I just can't do
it."
He'd told her that two years ago. Kim tried to understand,
did her best. What he said made plenty of sense. But she
still wanted to make love to him anyway, and that fact
wouldn't die.
It was also taking it's toll on her. In the past two years,
she'd started and ended six relationships. The longest had
lasted two months; this past one, less than three weeks.
The guys all wanted the same thing: her. Sexually. Kim
wasn't ready for that. And all because she'd been saving
herself for Rob, hoping that one day he might finally come
around and see things her way.
Which she now believed might never happen. And just the
idea of that was enough to bring her to tears. Flinging
some money onto the table, she hurried for the door, nearly
blinded by her tears.
She was halfway to her car when someone tapped her shoulder.
Whirling around, she found herself facing a tall, pock-faced
man with a sickly smile on his face. Tangled, curly hair
hung down over his forehead and spilled down his shoulders.
He was dressed casually in a denim jacket and jeans, his
hands stuff in the jacket pockets.
"Got the time?", he asked.
Wiping hurriedly at her face, Kim glanced at her watch. In
the same instant his arm went around her and his hand was
shoved against her mouth. Kim froze. He was too big for
her to fight and she wasn't much of a fighter, anyway.
"Yeah, that's it", he chuckled softly. "Don't move a
muscle. Just do what old Petey wants and it'll be better
for you. Come on." He pushed her toward a nearby car and
opened the back door, forcing her in. He climbed in behind
her and told her to keep quiet, brandishing a knife to make
the threat all too real.
Kim knew she was going to be raped. It was her deepest,
darkest fear, to have her virginity literally torn from her
by some insane stranger with absolutely no regard for her.
"Yeah, I like this", the man chuckled. "Get comfortable.
Take off your coat."
Shaking, Kim slipped off the tan raincoat she wore,
revealing the white blouse and short black skirt she had on
underneath. Her abductor ran his hand up one nylon clad
thigh, making her shudder.
"You know how to suck cock?", the guy asked. Kim nodded,
and watched as his hand shot to crotch of his pants,
unzipping his fly. He pulled out his already erect cock and
held it out for her to see. It wasn't very big, but just
the sight of it made her sick.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Do me!", he snapped.
Crying quietly, Kim slipped her hand around the base of his
cock and leaned forward, sliding it into her mouth. She'd
only done this once before, and that too had been a rape.
Date rape. The guy had wanted more, but had settled for
letting her get him off this way. It had been sick and
humiliating for her, and she'd never told anyone. But at
least she'd gotten away with her virginity intact. She only
hoped it would work this time.
She'd hardly started to suck when the door behind her rapist
flew open. With a cry he was a hauled out, nearly taking
her with him. Kim sat up, scrabbling for the other door
handle, while her rescuer was slamming the rapist against
the ground, over and over.
"Fucking bastard!" was all she heard, in a voice filled with
so much rage and disgust it made her shiver. Mostly because
she knew that voice.
It was Rob's.
A moment later his head appeared over to the roof of the
car, and then he was running over, taking her in his arms
and holding her tight. Kim sobbed violently against his
chest, unable to believe that he'd rescued her, unsure if
this was all just some bad dream.
"Easy", Rob soothed. "Did he hurt you?"
"H-He m-made m-me b-blow him", she sobbed. "B-but I-I
d-didn't f-finish!"
She felt Rob turn. "I saw him force you in. I wanted to
wait until his back was turned. I should have come sooner."
His hold on her tightened. "It's okay now. He's not going
anywhere."
xxx
"You're one very lucky young lady", the state trooper told
Kim. "This guys wanted in three states for rape and
aggravated assault. He's got a list of priors a mile long
and enough oustanding warrants to bury him for years."
Kim hardly heard. She was still squeezed tightly in Rob's
arms, too shaken to speak. The rapist, a man named Peter
Capton, had been loaded into an ambulance a few minutes
earlier and taken away. Rob had broken most of the guy's
face.
"What about what I did to him?", Rob asked. He sounded mad.
"Am I in trouble?"
"Why? The guy fell. Didn't he? Panicked and fell out of
the car", the trooper told him. "Isn't that what
happened?"
"Sure did", Rob answered. "Of course, he won't say that."
"Believe me, he will", the trooper promised. "Look, I've
got all we need for now. Take your friend home and let her
get some rest. You can come down to the barracks tomorrow
to make a statement and press charges if you want to. The
more the merrier." With that, he walked away.
Kim looked up at Rob. "How did you...know?"
"I ran into your date at the 7-11", Rob told her, gently
turning her and walking her toward his car. "He told me you
two broke up and I thought I'd better come by, that you
might need me. Turned out you did." He gave her a gentle
squeeze. "I was just getting out of the car when I saw him
grab you. I couldn't take a chance so I had to wait."
Again, he squeezed her. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he'd--"
"It's okay", Kim sniffed. "He didn't get very far..."
"He made you--"
"Don't. I don't want to think about it. Just take me home,
okay?"
"My place. You'll stay with me tonight. I don't want you
to be alone." He kissed the top of her head and helped her
into his car. "We'll pick your car up tomorrow. No worry.
Tomorrow's Saturday." He fastened her seatbelt and gently
kissed her cheek. "You'll be okay."
"I know", she sniffed. "I'm with you."
xxx
Kim lived alone in the house she'd shared with her mother.
Her mother had remarried and moved away a year ago, and Kim
had taken the place over. Similarly, Rob lived by himself,
his own parents having retired to Florida six months ago.
So spending the night was no problem.
Rob took her straight to his house, leading her into the
living room and seating her on the couch. He had a
fireplace, and a low fire was burning within. Kim leaned
against one arm of the couch, still shaking, and tried to
take some comfort in the realization she was now safe and in
a place she loved to be.
Rob went into the kitchen and returned a moment later,
carrying a glass of brandy. "Here, drink this", he told her
softly, taking a seat next to her and gently putting his
arms around her. Kim took a sip of the brandy and pressed
herself against him. She needed to be held, to feel safe.
Even so, she was still shaking, and took another long swig
of brandy to still her nerves. It was strong and sweet, and
after another pull, her shaking subsided. "Better?", Rob
asked.
"A little", she murmured. She nestled her head down against
his shoulder. "I'm scared, Rob. I'm really scared. What
if he gets out and comes looking for me? What then?"
"He's got a list of priors as long as my arm and he's wanted
in three states. Believe me, he won't be getting out
anytime soon."
"I'm scared", Kim repeated.
"Don't be. You're here with me and you're safe. You can
stay here as long as you want, okay? I'll take care of you,
don't worry." He gently kissed the top of her head. "I
promise."
Kim nodded. She felt sleepy and wondered if Rob had spiked
the brandy with something else. She took another swig,
tasted nothing more than Brandy, and gave it up to simple
exhaustion. Nestling her head against the side of his neck,
she dozed off.
xxx
Sleep was a deep, dreamless darkness that enfolded her with
the arms of a lover and held her close. Yet even those arms
were not enough and she found herself coming awake with a
start, immediately aware she was no longer sitting and that
the arms of sleep were now real ones, wrapped around her.
She smelled the soft, musky scent of a man and realized that
her face was pressed into Rob's bare, hard-muscled chest,
his powerful arms wrapped around her small body. She was
also aware that she was in bed now, and didn't remember
getting there.
As she came a little more awake, she took stock of
things--she was undressed, wearing only a shirt and panties.
Everything else had been removed. Had she done it, or had
Rob? The latter idea had appeal. If he'd actually seen her
naked...
The thought trailed off as sleep rose it's head again,
drawing her back down into deep, dreamless deaths, and once
more the world was a quiet and content place.
xxx
The next time she awoke, it was well past noon. The clock
on the nightstand told her so. Rob was gone, probably
having gotten up earlier, but he'd been kind enough to draw
the covers up around her. Probably kissed her cheek, too,
she realized. It was the kind of thing Rob would do for
her.
She rolled over and stretched, still having a little trouble
believing she'd actually spent the night in bed with him.
Granted, they hadn't done a thing sexually, but still...
Sliding out of bed, she reached for his robe, hanging over
the doorknob. She saw then she was wearing one of his
shirts--but still didn't know if she'd dressed herself, or
if he had. She really, really hoped he HAD.
She pulled the robe on. It was too long--knee length on
Rob, it nearly reached her ankles. She had to roll the
sleeves back, too.
Making her way downstairs, she found Rob sitting at the
kitchen table, drinking orange juice and reading the
newspaper. "Good morning", he said, without even lowering
the paper. "Or rather, good afternoon. Sleep okay?"
"Like a baby", she yawned, pulling up a chair. "I just
don't remember getting there."
"Thank your knight in shining armor", Rob told her, lowering
the paper. "You were pretty well out of it, so I took you
up and put you to bed. I had some trouble getting you
undressed though."
Kim blushed. "I imagine."
Rob blushed himself. "I didn't look, honest. That's why I
had so much trouble. I kept my eyes closed. Remind me
never to make out with you. That bra you wear's a real
bitch to get off."
Kim giggled. "You won't get off that easy. Why'd you stay
with me?"
"Because I know you. You were bound to have nightmares and
I wanted to be right there. Make you feel safe."
"You did."
"I'm glad. You hungry?"
"A little."
"Okay. Bacon and eggs okay?"
"Fine."
They chatted about other things while he cooked. They
didn't talk at all while she ate, and just before she
finished, the phone rang. It was the state trooper. Rob
talked to him for a few minutes and hung up. "I hate to
ruin things, but we have to go down and make a statement.
Oh, and you'll be pleased to hear he's been denined bail.
They've got him in the hospital ward at the county jail. He
keeps insisting he fell and broke his face and arm."
"He broke his arm?", Kim asked. "How?"
"Seems he resisted arrest", Rob grinned.
xxx
They swung by Kim's long enough for her to change, then
headed to the barracks. Kim made her statement but decided
against pressing charges. She didn't want to repeat her
night of horror in court, and the guy was already in enough
trouble to put him away for life.
Afterward she and Rob drove around, talking, she crying and
he holding her, working out the night before. They spent
the rest of the day after that at home, and again that
night, they slept together.
In fact, they slept together just about every night for the
next week. It was hard to say who wanted it more--her, or
Rob. If it was him, she knew he was just being
overprotective. He didn't want to have sex with her, like
she wanted him to. Some things, she decided, just never
change.
Or at least, she thought they didn't. After five nights
together, as she and Rob lay side by side, his arms around
her, he finally brought the subject up.
"You know, look at us. We're lying her like a couple of
lovers and we haven't done anything."
"I know", she replied. "You've always said it wouldn't work
out. That it would ruin things."
"I still think it would."
"Oh."
"But I think it might work out if...well, if we did it, but
stayed friends, you know? I do love you, Kim. Really. And
I would never do anything to make you feel cheap, or use
you, or hurt you. I couldn't just...fuck you. I'd have to
make love to you."
"Is there a difference?", she asked hopefully.
"Yes. Fucking is just sex. Raw animal lust. Making love
is...it's feeling. It's two hearts and minds coming
together as well as two bodies. It's bringing pleasure to
each other in the strongest way--not just physically, but
mentally as well." He drew her a little closer and kissed
her nose. "Truth is, Kim, I've wanted to for a long time,
but I was worried that...well, we'd become more than
friends."
"We probably would", she agreed. "Or would we?"
"That's what I've been thinking about. It doesn't have to
be a long, drawn out thing. We could do it just once, or
maybe a few times, when the mood struck us, if we didn't
have anybody else. We don't have to...belong to each other.
We'd just be a lot closer than we have been." He shrugged.
"Get what I mean?"
"I think so." She slipped her arms around his neck and
kissed him deeply. He kissed her back, his hand sliding
inside of her nightshirt, gently caressing her breast. The
feeling of his palm against her breast made her shudder with
pleasure, setting up a hot, wet vibration between her legs.
This was it. She wanted him...now.
Pulling away, she pleaded breathlessly, "Make love to me,
Rob. Now. Please! I want to do everything. Everything!"
Her passion was gripping her now. She felt so incredibly
eager, her passion would not be denied.
She wanted to do everything. She wanted to suck his cock,
she wanted him to eat her. She wanted to kiss and touch and
caress every inch of him, and he her. She wanted to make
love in every way and position imaginable.
Wordlessly, Rob kissed her again, his hand slipping from her
breast to the buttons of her nightshirt. This was it!
Finally!
At the same time she slipped her hands down his body,
working his sweatpants down. Rob had to help her a little,
but then they were off, and his underwear quickly followed.
At the same time he slipped her nightshirt from her
shoulders, leaving her only in her panties.
Their hands roved over one another, caressing, exploring
each other's bodies in a rhythmic dance of passion as their
lips met again and again in the deepest, warmest kiss. She
pushed Rob onto his back, kissing down his throat to the
solid muscles of his chest, working her way down to his
already hard cock, just waiting for her eager mouth.
"Yes, yes", Rob was moaning. Her tongue darted out,
tickling at the flesh of his stomach. She felt Rob put his
hand on her head, and she knew he wanted her to get there
and get this started. She was all too happy to please him.
She gripped his cock at the base, jerking it slightly as she
lowered her mouth onto it. Rob's cock was not extremely
long, but it was thick, and as it filled her mouth she felt
him shiver appreciatively, moaning and pushing her head down
gently to get her to take as much of it in as she could.
She did not allow herself to think of the last cock she'd
had in her mouth; this was Rob's cock, and it was thick and
warm and...friendly. She felt it throb and pulse as she
worked it with her tongue, her lips, her free hand massaging
his balls, making him squirm with further delight. She drew
back, tonguing the glans, driving him wild.
"Oho yes!", Rob shouted, and she plunged down, just in time
to catch the thick stream of cum that shot out, taking it
all greedily into her throat. She drank and drank, savoring
every drop, not wanting to lose any. When it was done, she
drew her lips up, using as much suction as possible, and
licked and kissed the head of his dick until it was clean.
She drew up onto her knees and slid back down beside him,
rolling onto her back to permit him easy access to her body.
She was his now, free to be used as he saw fit.
Rob's tongue slid across the tender flesh of her neck, his
lips gently suckling at her skin, moving up to nibble her
earlobe. A nd then he kissed her, gently, just below her
jaw, in a spot that was an errogenous zone for her. She
emitted small gasps of pleasure and drew him closer, her
hands caressing the hard muscles of his back.
His lips continued to move down her body, his tongue sliding
up and down the length of her cleavage, first one breast,
then the other. His hands grasped her firm buttocks,
kneading gently, then grasping tightly, the mere feeling of
them threatening to bring on orgasm.
As Rob's mouth closed over the firm pinkness of one nipple,
the hot, wet vibration between her legs grew, stronger by
each second. The rough rasping of his tongue as it slid
across the end of first one nipple and then its companion
threatened to bring her to climax without her sensitive
clitoris being touched, and she was unable to stop herself.
She let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her,
soaking between her legs with a flow of her love juices.
Rob's hand slid down there, the tip of a single finger
sliding ever so gently along the opening, fingering her
clitoris to bring her around again. This, combined with the
gently caressing of her nipples by his lips, which then
moved down the expanse of her flat stomach to her honeyed
center, drove her to the point of ecstasy once again--but
this time, before she could go over, Rob's mouth reached
her, his lips wrapping around her swollen clit and driving
her to new heights of climax.
All at once she felt free, high on life and pleasure, a bird
sailing over an expansive ocean, tireless, heady, her entire
body quivering now, shaking violently with the untold
pleasures of her climax, while Rob's tongue worked at her
still, bringing her around yet again, as he sucked up the
fresh virgin love juices she offered to him.
When the flow stopped and she once more came back down to
earth, he just held her, his hands caressing her, lips
pressed against hers. She tasted her own juices and it was
wonderful. The kiss ended slowly and they lay there a
moment longer, winded but not yet ready to give in.
Their lips met again in a deep kiss, as Rob's hands slid
down her sides, gently grasping her hips to position him
under her. This was it, the final stage, what all the
foreplay really came down to...
She could feel Rob sliding into her now, his thick cock
feeling even thicker as it invaded the confines of her still
virgin pussy. She felt the first twinges of discomfort as
he reached her hymen and paused, his strong arms
tightening around her, holding her tight as he pushed
harder, nearly forcing himself in.
Kim bit her lip to keep from crying out. She knew it would
hurt, but this was bad! For a moment, pain and pleasure
mixed, and then she felt the hymen give way, admitting Rob
more deeply into her. With a sigh of relief she thrust her
hips up to meet his, completing the joining of their two
bodies, and in the process, bringing her untold pleasures
that left her mind swimming.
She was not aware, after that, of Rob stroking his cock in
and out of her; she was aware only of the rising sensation
of pure pleasure, of orgasm, her tight cunt muscles gripping
tightly around his cock forcing it to bring her even more
pleasure, until...finally...
Her orgasm hit her with the force of a truck. She let out a
cry of total pleasure, her vision going black, then white,
then red, her entire body shuddering with pleasure as her
small arms seized Rob and pulled him further into her,
feeling his hot, thick load fill her small body.
When the orgasm passed, she lay beneath him, weak and
panting, all but spent. Rob gently kissed her cheek and
rolled over, extracting himself from her gently. He pulled
her into his arms and held her close.
"Was it good for you?", he asked, using that age-old, tried
and true line. Kim could only nod.
Rob began to stroke her hair. "You were wonderful."
"So were you", she whispered. She felt tired now, so tired.
"I'd like to do this again sometime", Rob suggested.
"Me too", she agreed. And then, "Rob, are we still
friends?"
"Sure are. And we always will be."
"I'm glad", she murmured, and then fell asleep in his arms.
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