From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: BLACKWIND: Finally(mf,adult,cons)
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 1995 02:58:24 UTC
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Message-ID: <030335Z15081995@anon.penet.fi>
Contains: mf,cons,romance
BBS Filename: Finally.txt
Lewdness Level: Mild
Classifiction: Adult/romance
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 a 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
him, 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
stuffed 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 guy's 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 contented 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.
"Oh, 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 her under
him. 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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The End