"The Shortest Night" {Uther} (Mf rom 1st)
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The Shortest Night
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
"Just be gentle with her, man," Harold told his
brother.
"Sheesh, Hal," Lance said. "Why act the heavy, suddenly?"
Sam was the girl of dreams, the woman he planned to play in
quartets with for the rest of his life. She trusted him. So why
was *his* big brother acting like he was *her* big brother these
last three days?
"Because she'd tell Lauren, for one reason." Hal had only met
Lauren through Lance, and her parents weren't exactly thrilled
about her dating a college guy four years older. "She's sure to
think that your brother is as big a klutz as you. The first time
is special to a girl. It's your first time, too, isn't it?"
"Well...."
"Look you can BS your friends at Interlochen that you have a
harem back home, and you can tell your pals here that you went
through the entire string section at Interlochen; but there is
one person you shouldn't BS."
"You? Why should I tell the truth to you?" Hal didn't tell
him the truth. Leaving aside all the other stories, he'd claimed
to have had Lauren on their third date. Now he claimed that he'd
never got to second base with her. Lance had actually believed
his brother's stories until his first summer at Interlochen. He'd
retold enough of them there to figure out that Hal might have
borrowed his stories of conquests, too.
"Not me. Why should you tell me the truth? Samantha. You
just tell her that you both are on a journey together. You've
read a few books, is all. And that you're going to go at her
pace. You did read those books?"
"Sure. For all the good it's going to do."
"And you have our little friends."
"Four. Think that will be enough?"
"One will be enough. You're carrying three spares." Lance
wasn't sure. "And get them back to me; I don't want Mom finding
them in your pockets. Have everything? Let's go!"
"Just remember," Harold told him as they followed Sam's car,
"you have all the time in the world. Treat Samantha like a
Strad, not a fiddle. Take it easy, kiss and pet like you usually
do, just don't stop when you usually do."
"I swear, you're more nervous about this than I am."
"Well. There's two things. I'm nervous about my night,
too."
"It's been years since Dad drove up to check on us," Lance
pointed out. "I don't think that you have much to worry about."
Lance and Hal camped out on the mountain every solstice and
equinox. Sam's parents knew this, but not just where the
mountain was. So *they* weren't going to check up on their
daughter. The only hole in the story was that one set of parents
thought that the brothers were camping out once again; the other
two sets thought that Sam was camping with her friend, Lauren.
But no story is perfect.
"That's not it." Hal was still being the practical big
brother. "I might not be going to 'sleep with' Lauren, but I'll
be sleeping right next to her. This is an event in our
relationship, and it is not dictated by the timing of our
relationship, capish?"
"I understand." Lance understood that Hal didn't appreciate
the difference. Lauren was Hal's current girlfriend; the night
would be one more step. Samantha was the light of Lance's life;
this night they were sealing that relationship in blood.
"And then there is my WSC syndrome."
Lance had to laugh at this. At the darkest hour of World War
II, when the Wermacht had conquered a score of countries and
England was next on Hitler's list, Churchill had been called to
form a government. He said that he had slept soundly for the
first time in a month that night. At last, the power to change
things was in his hands. Their father told that story,
apparently out of the blue, several times a year. Often, it was
just after their mother, and -- much more recently Hal -- had
expressed satisfaction for having some control of things. "You
want to direct my life as your own private porn movie. No way
Jose."
Soon they turned in to the last wide spot before the dirt
road. Hal walked back to Sam's car. Sam joined Lance in the
jeep. They kissed.
"Nervous?" he asked. She nodded. "Trust me?" She nodded
again. "I love you."
He followed the Suburban as far as cars could go. Then he got
out and helped Hal attach a rope to the rock face to beside the
trail. The two of them carried up the tent and the space
blanket. Conscious that this process was being watched by Sam,
he was glad that Hal treated him as an equal for this part. They
set the tent up in the usual place, across the hollow from the
path. They maneuvered the space blanket into the tent and lay it
out over the floor. They both went down again; Hal's sleeping
bag was still in the Jeep.
He carried up some of what Lauren had brought along. You
would think she was going to spend a week. Sam needed to bring a
bag, after all; she was going to be seen checking into a motel.
Lauren didn't need anything but a sleeping bag.
Still, he placed her stuff in the tent for her. She chucked
her sleeping bag after. Anxious as he had been to get this show
on the road, he was somehow reluctant just then. Still, it was
time to get going. "Gee, thanks, guys," he said. Then he went
back to join Samantha in the Jeep.
He drove back to the main road, and then down the road towards
the motel. Sam wasn't saying a word. He noticed a motel with a
vacancy sign as they passed it. He was tempted to drive in.
Well, he'd remember the place in case the one they'd planned on
was full.
It wasn't; one worry taken care of. The man at the desk
didn't blink at his signing Hal's name, didn't even ask to see
the ID he'd borrowed; another worry gone. He got back in the
Jeep and drove it to their parking spot. Sam's shocking-pink
Suburban was apparently the only one on the Front Slope. He'd
never seen another. Any of their friends seeing it at a motel
would jump to the obvious conclusion.
Hal's black Jeep Cherokee was just like a million others.
Nobody would recognize it, and -- if someone did -- they would
think of Hal and not Lance or Sam.
They got their stuff out of the Jeep and into their cabin.
All the minor worries had been escaped. Now only the major worry
was left.
He kissed her again.
She took a little time to get in the mood of the kiss. When
she was responding, he broke away to spread little kisses all
over her face. When Sam pushed him away, she disappeared into
the bathroom. Was she going to come out naked? She hadn't taken
anything with her. Just take off her underclothes to make things
easier? His images necessitated an adjustment of his clothing.
Since she couldn't see, he did it right there. He heard the
toilet flush and the faucets run. Sam came back dressed as she
had been when she left.
They kissed again until he grew uncomfortable with bending to
reach her mouth. He led her over to the bed. She lay down on
top of the spread and allowed him to remove her shoes. He lay
down beside her and leaned on his left elbow. This time, the
kiss was much more comfortable. When his tongue invaded her
mouth, hers met it.
He finally cupped her breast with his hand. It was so sweet
and sexy, even through her shirt and bra. He'd been resisting
forever his need to touch her like that, since she'd got into the
Jeep really. She held his hand there; clearly he'd waited long
enough.
He broke the kiss again to kiss all over her face. He started
unbuttoning her shirt when he arrived at her ear. She shivered
at his sucking on her lobe, but she always did. Her hands were
caressing his face, not resisting his. When he moved to her
neck, however, she pushed him away.
"I can't have a hickey," she said.
"I'll be careful." She was right. Bringing a hickey back
from a date with him was grounds for teasing, not even scolding
this past year. Bringing one back from an overnight with Laurel
would be something else again. And their excuses wouldn't stand
much scrutiny. Her parents thought she was at the mountain; his
parents thought that he was. As long as nobody talked about it
much, they wouldn't compare notes.
He returned to her mouth. When he'd got her shirt unbuttoned,
she pulled it out of her jeans. "Mom was there when I got
dressed," Sam said. Finally, he realized what she meant. She
was wearing a utilitarian bra, not one of her sexiest ones.
"I've been looking forward to being with you, not with your
clothes." To tell the truth, he'd been looking forward to being
with her *without* her clothes. Maybe it was better not to
actually say that.
"You're sweet."
He went back to her mouth. When she relaxed into the kiss
again, he rolled her over towards him and moved his hand back to
her bra clasp. She let him fumble with it. When it came
unsnapped, however, she sat up. She removed the shirt and the
bra before lying back down.
He kissed her mouth again. This time, when he left it, he
kissed down her neck and shoulder to her chest. Soon, the trail
led all the way to her nipple. It was hard under his lips. "Oh,
Sam," he said, "Sa - man -tha."
"Oh yes," she said. He moved over to the other nipple and she
started unbuttoning his shirt. When she got to the last button,
he stood up to remove it and his teeshirt. The boots would be a
problem sometime, so he sat down on the edge of the bed to deal
with the laces. Sam ran her hands up and down his back while he
did.
He didn't say anything until he got the boots off. Then, "Two
can play that game." He turned her over, not that her resistance
used all her strength. He then pinned her down while he kissed
up and down her spine.
She laughed, and said "Help, help" in a very soft voice.
He had to laugh, too. He flopped down on the bed beside her
and let her turn over. He cupped a breast in each hand. She
rose up above him and kissed him on the mouth. It was even more
fun that way.
Soon, she held herself up above him by her arms. He scooted
down in the bed to taste her nipples, alternating between them.
He cupped her butt through the jeans. Soon, that was too much
cloth.
"I want to take these off you," he said. She flopped down on
the bed on her back. He leaned over to kiss her belly while
unsnapping and unzipping her jeans. Then he got up to pull them
off. He hung them on the back of a chair.
Back on the bed, he leaned over her legs to kiss them. Then
he stroked them while kissing her breasts. Soon, he was cupping
her mound through the panties. She pulled his hand more tightly
against her.
He raised his head. "Oh, sweet," he said.
He kissed down her torso to her belly. He started to tug at
her panties. Suddenly she sat up.
"Just a minute," she said. She had brought her bed bag in
from the Jeep. She took it into the bathroom with her. He
settled back, a little disappointed. The view of her walking
around and bending over in just her panties was the sexiest thing
he'd ever seen. Seeing anything just wasn't as sexy as feeling
her and kissing her.
When Sam came out, however, she was wearing a nightie. It was
white with little flowers, not designed to look sexy. On her,
just then, it looked sexy as hell.
"Oh," he said. It was inadequate, but he didn't know what
more to say. She didn't look disappointed at his response. He
got up to meet her before she got to the bed. They had a kiss.
He petted her breasts, then her butt, through the cloth. When he
reached under the hem of the nightie, he touched nothing but
skin. He deepened the kiss as he grasped her butt with both
hands.
"You like?" she asked.
"I like! This is delightful. You are delightful." Clearly,
her mother hadn't watched her prepare the sleeping bag.
She tugged at his belt. He removed his trousers while she
pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. He hung his pants
on the same chair that his shirt was on. He moved that chair a
little closer to the bed so that the shirt pocket would be within
reach from there. Dressed only in his jockey shorts, he climbed
into bed beside her.
This was new. They'd petted before. He had seen her naked,
lain with her on top of various surfaces. He'd never seen her in
a nightie, never been under the covers with her.
"I love you, Samantha," he said. Somehow, these words were
needed to mark this occasion.
"And I love you, Lance." They kissed. For a minute, he kept
his hands to himself; only their lips touched.
Then he hugged her. His tongue slipped between her lips and
met hers. One hand caressed her back; the other held her breast
through the light cloth. His thigh was between her legs, feeling
them and the hair at their juncture.
He gently pushed her on her back. Still kissing her, he
petted down to her legs. When his hand moved upwards between her
thighs, she parted her legs and raised her knees. He felt the
fur. Then he moved one finger between her labia.
When he felt her wetness, he broke the kiss. "Oh, Sam," he
said. He resumed the kiss, invading her mouth again when his
finger passed over her clit. She gasped into his mouth.
He lay down on his left side. His arm reached out beneath him
far enough to reach the top of her breast. Sam turned her face
far enough so that they could still kiss. His right hand
explored her femininity. Slowly, he stroked more of the moisture
up to her clit. He barely touched before he returned for more
moisture. Meanwhile he rubbed her nipple through the cloth with
the thumb of his left hand.
Delightful as the position was, he couldn't see how he could
do anything more. About when he was ready to change what he was
doing, however, Sam began to pant into his mouth.
Somehow, that response was more erotic than all the access he
was enjoying. He kept stroking her clit and all the surrounding
region.
Her breathing grew faster and more ragged. He abandoned her
mouth to tease her nipple with his lips. The cloth of the
nighties was thin and it let him feel the firmness of the
nipple.
"Oh," she said softly. "Oh, Lance."
"I'm here." Where else could he be? But it didn't sound like
she was interested in some long disquisition.
Suddenly, she was there, too. Her legs fell straight on the
bed.She pushed her mound up against his hand five or six times.
The leg rising under his hand felt hard as rock.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. She
collapsed; her only movement was to push his hand away. He
brought his head back without any suggestion. He took her hand
in his, and kissed her arm. Meanwhile, her breathing slowly
calmed.
Finally, it was calm enough for a real kiss. Their tongues
tangled. A minute later, she was pushing down on the waist band
of his underpants. "I'll do it," he said.
He rolled away and eased the underpants over his rampant
erection. He pulled the condom packet out of his shirt
pocket.
He touched the shoulder of her nightie. "Yours," he said.
She pulled the hem of the nightie up from under her hips and then
sat up. He eased the nightie over her head.
The sight of her breasts was delightful. She dropped down in
the bed, totally naked. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth
and each breast.
"Now," she said. She raised her knees and spread her
legs.
"Just a minute." He concentrated on the condom. It was
slippery. She watched him while he rolled it on. He tossed the
covers down and got between her legs. He kissed her once
more.
He reached down to touch her, to spread her labia. He moved
forward, touched what was obviously the wrong spot, moved a
little back. He moved forward again, finally getting to her
entry. She held her breath.
"I love you, Samantha." He pushed forward. After an instant
of something being wrong, he started to go in. Even through the
condom, it was an exquisite sensation.
The clasp around the head of is cock was like nothing his hand
had ever provided. I was smooth and warm. It was even, not
separate fingers. He moved a little further. "Okay?" She
nodded.
As he inched in, more and more of his cock was held in that
warm clasp. Finally, he was all the way in. Her legs tightened
on his hips. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Shall I move?"
"Please." She had been lying with her hands down at her
sides. Now she raised them to hold his back. She let out a
breath and drew in another one.
He moved back. The sensations were everything they'd been
before. He moved forwards again, pushing all the way inside her.
Then he began the in-and-out motion. It felt strange; then it
felt natural; suddenly, it felt inevitable. He pressed into her,
withdrew, reentered, faster and faster. His orgasm built. Then,
he drove into her, harder and deeper than ever before. He pulsed
and pulsed.
He collapsed on top of her. Her breath was next to his ear,
her breasts were pressed against his face. Somehow, he was
outside her again. He struggled up on his hands on either side
of her torso and his knees between her legs.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said.
He climbed out from between her legs, somehow a more
complicated process than getting there had been. He'd done it!
They'd done it. "I do love you, Samantha."
She laughed. "I love you, Lance." She said it easily. There
was no hesitation; neither was there any shortness of breath.
She obviously hadn't come. Had she been hurt? He looked at the
condom, which was almost coming off his shriveled cock. It was
brimming with his liquid, but there didn't seem to be any blood
on the outside.
He threw the condom in a wastebasket near the bed. He lay on
his side, and hugged her.
- = -
He woke sometime later. She was wearing her nightie again,
and watching the TV from beside him in bed. He struggled into
the bathroom. When he came back, he lay beside her with one hand
in hers. He tried to get interested in the TV show -- news, not
a show he followed -- but he fell asleep too soon.
- = -
When he woke in the morning, Samantha was on the other side of
the bed! He wanted to kiss her, but his bladder was more
insistent. When he was in the bathroom, he felt grungy. His
cock was sticky, for one thing. He showered, regretting that he
hadn't thought to pack a toothbrush and paste. When he turned
off the bathroom light, there was a dim glow from the shade over
the window. The sun was rising, had already risen over the
mountain.
His return to bed woke Sam. She gave him a short kiss, but
soon struggled out of bed to the bathroom herself. When she
returned, it was clear that she hadn't forgotten her own
toothpaste. Still, she was willing to kiss him.
Kisses led to hugs, and hugs when she was wearing the nightie
were even more sensual than when she was in her normal
clothes.
When his hand went to her mound, she spread her legs. "Are
you sore?" he asked as he rubbed her labia.
"No. Do you want to ...? Did you bring another ...?"
"Really? We could?"
"You look ready." His cock quivered when she touched it.
He took the other three condoms from his shirt pocket. He
tore one packet off and self-consciously tucked the remaining two
back. She watched again as he put it on. They had a sweet kiss,
his tongue chased hers.
When he broke the kiss, she swept the sheets off the bed to
the floor. She lay down and spread her legs. Again, he climbed
between her knees. He kissed each nipple once and moved to cover
her. "Let me," she said and grasped his cock. He worried for a
moment about the grease, but the sensation was too delightful to
allow for distractions. She placed him at her entrance.
He moved in. She placed her hands on his butt. "You're sure
it doesn't hurt?" he asked.
"Just do it."
So he moved back and forth above her and in her. Her hands
were warm on his butt. Her vagina was warmer around his cock.
Again the motions generated sensations which demanded more
motions. Again he thrust deep into her and exploded.
He struggled against the aftermath of fog. Gasping for
breath, he moved his weight off her. He threw one arm around her
before collapsing. They lay like that for minutes.
"I love you," he said.
"I need a shower," she replied. She got up and went into the
bathroom. He dressed in the same clothes he'd worn the day
before. Sam came out wrapped in a towel. She gathered her
clothes and returned to the bathroom. Minutes later, she was
stuffing her lovely nightie into her sleeping bag.
There were food smells coming from the diner as they loaded
the Jeep. "My mother will have a big breakfast ready," he
said.
"I know. We can't afford to eat now. Still, it smells good."
That it did. They checked the room to see that they had all of
their belongings. Then they pilled into the Jeep and drove back
to the park. They had to wait a few minutes at the bar across
the road.
"I love you," he said. "I'm going to miss you this fall."
"I love you, too. Are you glad we did?"
"Oh yes!" 'Glad' hardly expressed it. "And you?" He was
immediately sorry he'd asked.
"Yes." She sounded sincere, if not overjoyed. He was deeply
conscious that she hadn't seemed to come either time.
Practicalities overwhelmed them when they got to the mountain.
Soon, he and Hal had the tent packed back in the Jeep. The last
step was unstringing the rope.
He wanted to kiss Sam goodbye, but there didn't seem to be an
opportunity.
When Sam's car had turned off, Hal reached his hand over in
front of him. "The spare condoms," he said. Lance took them out
of his pocket and handed them over. "Two?"
"Yes, two." Let Hal make what he wanted out of that.
"You broke one. I just hope that Lauren doesn't think I'm as
big a klutz as my brother. Maybe Sam won't tell her."
The End
The Shortest Night
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2002/06/21
For another story involving some of the same
characters:
light.txt
"The Longest Light"
For another story involving a woman's first
time:
forever.txt
"Forever"
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yl.txt
Young Love
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