Taken By The Wind Ch. 05bymxwtt©
This is the fifth installment of 'Taken by The Wind'. If you haven't already, I recommend reading the other chapters before reading this one. As with the previous installment, this is a long chapter. If you are looking for a quick read, I do not recommend this story.
I'd like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters, I really appreciate all of the feedback. Now, I hope you all enjoy.
Karen's arms were sore, her feet hurt, and people were pressing in from all sides. It was the second day of the second semester, and the campus bookstore was a circus. It's conductor a severe middle-aged women with wire rimmed glasses and a permanent scowl, observing the mob of students distrustfully. Karen stepped forward as the line moved, finding herself next at cash. Her arms struggled to hold the pile of books she held, and made a note to herself to insist Adam take her next time she went shopping for her textbooks.
She paid for her purchases and retreated from the store, colliding with someone as she went through the door. It was a large someone, standing over six feet. Hazel eyes peered down at her and a smile of recognition lit up her face.
"Rob!" she exclaimed happily. She had been hoping to run into him for the previous two days.
"Hi," he said, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.
They stepped away from the door and continued their conversation. Karen looked pretty, wearing a pair of black jeans and a royal blue blouse beneath her long black jacket.
"Lots of books," he commented, looking at the bags that she held.
"English, Psychology, Philosophy, Accounting, and Management," she said. "All of them have required texts."
"That sucks," Rob said. "Most of my Profs make up their own problem sets, if you can figure out their notes you don't need to get the book."
They continued their conversation, Rob avoiding the subject of Karen's best friend. Courtney had been down ever since her fight with her mother, and the added stress of starting her hairstyling course was not helping. The only thing that seemed to brighten her mood was the mention of Rob's name, but she was wary of contacting him. It was just nerves, something unusual for Courtney but something Karen had seen plenty of times with her other friends.
As they talked it became obvious Rob wanted to ask about her, but was resisting the impulse. Karen brought it up though, trying to play it cool but still excited to act as matchmaker. She had wanted to tell him sooner but had not seen him around before now.
"So Courtney lost her phone," she said nonchalantly. "I don't know if you tried to contact her, but if you did she didn't get the message. I can give you her new number if you want."
Her tone was neutral but her face betrayed her eagerness to have him accept the offer. Rob nearly laughed at the obviousness of Karen's matchmaking, but was also elated. Courtney had not rejected him, either tacitly or directly. Jenna had been right after all. Rob felt silly, he felt like he should have contacted Karen in the first place. However, there was still some awkwardness between them. Their drunken tryst was not as easy to forget as either of them wished it would be.
Rob wondered if that was why Karen was pushing him and Courtney together. Maybe she hoped that if he had a girlfriend or just another person to desire it would be easier for them to keep their relationship platonic. By giving Rob and outlet for his romantic feelings, perhaps it would be easier for the two of them to be friends. He wanted that, and she seemed to as well. They had had a good thing going before they had chosen to get drunk together and act rashly.
It was working so far, this was the longest conversation they had shared since that night, and it was not dissimilar to the conversations that they had had before they had shared that experience.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks," Rob replied.
He handed Karen his phone and she punched in the new number for him. Courtney's father had been furious with her, but she had refused to tell him what had really happened to her phone. Instead she had told him that it had been stolen during the party. She was paying for the phone now, something made difficult now that she was not working. They were interrupted by the arrival of Rob's friend Mitch, who materialised seemingly out of nowhere like some sort of specter.
He was tall and skinny, with a shaggy mane of died black hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a grey skull printed on it and a pair of black jeans. With his multiple piercings, sleeve tattoos, and carefully stylized hair he looked like a member of a punk band, but was also an incredibly talented computer programmer.
"Hey Kavanagh," he said.
Mitch turned his eyes to Karen, looking her over openly through his stylishly large glasses.
"This is Karen, we were in accounting together," Rob explained.
Mitch nodded to her in greeting. "Listen, we need to talk. There's a problem with..."
The two began to talk. Something about programming, the words 'algorithm' and 'app' were mentioned a few times, and Karen slowly felt fazed out of the conversation.
"Here," Karen said when they paused, handing Rob back his phone.
Mitch looked sheepish. "Sorry, kind of cut in there," he said apologetically.
"No it's fine," Karen assured him. "I'd better go. Make sure to text her," she told Rob pointedly. He wondered what she would do if he did not. Rob had never made Karen angry before and did not think he would like the results.
"Yeah, thanks," he replied.
Karen departed, leaving Rob and Mitch standing together.
"Sorry man didn't mean to do that. It's just we're so close to launch and I want to make sure everything's right," Mitch said.
They were building an app. Mitch was the primary programmer, Rob was the designer though helped with the code when he could, and their friend Kevin was the business end. He had met all of them last year. Before college had started he doubted he ever would have hung out with people like them, something he regretted.
"No worries," Rob said.
"She's a babe. Are you and her...?" Mitch asked.
Rob shook his head. "She's got a boyfriend."
Mitch laughed. "Shame. Would have asked her out myself. All the hot ones are spoken for."
Not quite, Rob thought to himself as he looked down at his phone and thinking of Courtney. The two entered the bookstore and continued to talk as they got the books they needed. Rob only bought two, one for his calculus class and another for his programming class. That was where he knew Mitch from, he was taking computer science, and Rob was in engineering. Their classes overlapped quite a lot, though their friendship had started when Mitch had been pulled in on a business venture Rob and another friend of his, Kevin, was working on.
They talked as they waited in line, Rob giving answers to all of Mitch's questions, and finally departed as they left the store. Rob drove home with his phone sitting heavy in his pocket, as though it were weighed down by the promises it held. He entered the empty house, both his parents went to work early and stayed late, and with Jane back in New York he was the only one in the dwelling. Rob went upstairs and did some homework, it was the only second day of the semester but he already had more than enough to do.
The phone sat beside his keyboard, its screen gleaming enticingly. Rob ignored it until his nervousness was exceeded by his curiosity. He was nervous, still filled with doubts. What if she didn't respond? What if she did and she said she just wanted to be friends? If you don't do it you'll have ended it yourself. He told himself, hearing his grandfather in those words. Actually what his grandfather would have said was 'Stop being a bloody coward boy, call the damn girl'. He went to Courtney's name in his list of contacts and wrote a simple text message.
Rob: Hey, Karen told me u lost ur phone.
It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was contact at least. His heart began to race the moment he pressed send. He put the phone down and waited for a response. It came quickly.
Courtney: It was stolen!!! Some asshole swiped it from my coat pocket! :@
See, it worked. He told himself, happiness flooding him. This started a back and forth dialogue that spanned the entire evening. Even through text she was fun to talk to, making good use of emoticons to portray tone. Rob ate dinner alone in his bedroom, but wasn't really by himself. He was with Courtney, though she was way on the other side of town. They sent messages late into the night, Rob doing homework while they went back and forth. The conversation continued the next day, and the day after.
The messages became increasingly flirtatious, and Rob took care not to let anyone get a peek at their correspondence. She had a dirty mind, which he told her, to which she'd replied 'I just have a sexy imagination ;)'. Rob agreed with that completely. He and Jenna had corresponded endlessly during their first year of college, but none of it had been as titillating as the back and forth he had going with Courtney.
It was not all flirting though. Some of it was genuine conversation. Rob was getting to know her, and liked her more with every use of texting shorthand and smiley face icon. It was not until Thursday night that he heard her voice again. He was going through the code Mitch had sent him, bug checking. It was tedious work, and largely superfluous given Mitch's perfectionism. But he was right, they had one shot at this, if the app was faulty they were screwed.
Rob sat back in his chair, scanning each line of code, admiring again Mitch's ability to write so elegantly. He had been texting Courtney all day, nearly getting caught by Wayne while they had been eating lunch together. Wayne had been talking about his cousin who was in fourth year, apparently he would be moving out after the summer semester. Rob got the impression Wayne was trying to get Rob to move into the apartment with him to split the rent, but at the time he had been too distracted by the buzzing of his phone to really concentrate on the conversation.
Courtney was growing bolder, becoming outright blatant about what she wanted from him.
Courtney: I want u to _____ my ______ until I _____ .
She let him fill in the blanks, letting his own imagination interpret what exactly she wanted. He responded with 'spank' 'ass' and 'behave', but was too distracted to respond when she sent her reply. It took him a while to respond to her next text, and then his phone started buzzing. Rob looked over at it, seeing that he had an incoming call from Courtney. He paused for a second and then picked up.
"Uh, hello?" he said.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Reading code," he said.
She hummed sexily. "Sounds fun."
"What about you?" he asked.
Courtney sighed contentedly. "Just relaxing. What are you wearing?" she asked him.
Rob laughed softly, sitting back in his chair.
"A pair of jeans and a t-shirt," he told her.
"Hmm sexy," she intoned playfully.
"What about you?" he asked.
"Guess," she told him.
"Sweatpants and a t-shirt," he told her.
"No panties?" she asked.
"I doubt it," he said, turning away from his computer. "I know you too well."
"Not that well. Guess again," she said.
"Jeans and a t-shirt," he said.
"Less," she told him.
"Panties and a t-shirt," he said.
She giggled sexily, "Less."
Roy paused, "Panties?"
"Warmer," she said.
"Nothing?" he suggested, a grin forming on his lips.
"Bingo," she said.
Courtney moved and he heard water.
"You're taking a bath," he said.
"Two for two," she said.
"Hard day?" he asked.
"Not really, Karen and I went to the gym. I'm sore but have no one to give me a massage," she said. Rob could practically see her pouting on the other end.
Rob tried to imagine her sweaty and disheveled as she had filled up the tub. She sighed on the other end, sinking deeper into the water until she was just in above her shoulders.
"Talk to me Rob," she said softly.
"Describe what you look like right now," he told her.
She hummed. "I'm naked. My hair's tied back in a bun so it won't get wet. I'm in a bubble bath. I think my face is a bit flushed from the hot water."
Rob closed his eyes, letting his imagination paint him a picture. He could see her, with her dark hair tied back, her neck exposed and elegant shoulders visible just above the surface of the water. She'd be holding her phone, probably grinning wickedly as she talked to him. Her eyes would be closed and head tilted back, resting against the back wall of the tub.
"You're supposed to be doing the talking," came Courtney's voice, breaking him from his reverie.
"Are your Dad and Lauren home?" he asked.
"They're downstairs," she replied.
"Can they hear you?" he asked.
Courtney paused. "Not unless I get loud."
"Put me on speaker," he told her.
She did and the sound quality changed. He could hear every motion she made in the tub as she settled back in the water.
"You're going to ruin your new phone taking it into the bath with you," he scolded her playfully.
"I wanted to hear your voice," she told him. She cupped a handful of water and let it tumble down her neck.
She sounded a touch self-conscious at those words, her bravado flagging just slightly.
"What did you want to hear from it?" he asked.
"Anything," she replied truthfully. "You could read the phonebook."
"Hmm, all I've got is code in front of me," he said.
"Read it out," she said.
Rob laughed. "Alright."
He read out a few lines and heard Courtney moan.
"God, it gets me so hot when you talk dirty," she said jokingly.
Rob laughed. "What else makes you hot?" he asked her.
"Hmm, you tell me," she said.
"My voice," he suggested.
"Maybe," she replied evasively.
"My 'sexy imagination'," he guessed.
"Mine's sexier," she replied.
"I don't know about that," he said. "Mine's painting a pretty good picture of what you look like right now, and it's damn sexy."
He could practically here her smile on the other end.
"What would you do to me if you could teleport here?" she asked.
Rob faltered slightly. "Uh."
"I'll get you started, shut your eyes," she said. "You're naked, I'm laying back in the tub, you're standing beside it. Go."
"I get in," he said, keeping his eyes shut as he pictured it.
"How?" she asked.
"I step in behind you," he said, "I lay back and you're between my legs. You lay back with your head against my chest."
"My hair might get wet," she said jokingly.
"You wouldn't care," he told her. "I'm kissing your neck now."
Neither really noticed that Rob had just switched into present tense. He was describing the fantasy he was painting in his mind. Courtney shut her eyes, picturing the same thing. His mouth would be by her left ear, like the phone, so her head would be resting on his right shoulder. Her father and stepmother were just down stairs, they'd have to be quiet if Rob were to sneak in.
Courtney hummed. "What are your hands doing?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
"My arms are around your waist, your hands are over mine," he said in an equally soft tone.
Courtney could practically feel the embrace, his strong arms wrapping around her. She shifted unconsciously, her hands going to where his would be, feeling silly when she realised that of course nothing was there. She was hugging herself, imagining that it was him.
"Keep going," Courtney requested softly.
"You bring my hands to your breasts," he told her.
Courtney brought her own to the firm swells, cupping them. Her small hands failed to contain them the way his would have.
"I'm squeezing them," he told her. She began to knead them with her own hands. "Now I'm teasing your nipples."
Courtney did as he said, squeezing her own nipples, biting down on her lower lip. She pressed down on the stiffening buds until they were fully erect. The sensitive points sent shivers of pleasure through her as she imagined it was him, not her, doing the teasing.
"They're so hard," she breathed, losing herself in the fantasy.
"I pinch them," he told her.
She did and gasped, a shiver of pleasure running through her.
"Harder," he told her.
"They'll hear me," she whispered.
"I do it anyway," he replied. His voice seemed to grow lower, heavier in some way.
Courtney did it again, this time squeezing down on them hard. Her moan was louder this time, the lustful tone making his cock stir in his jeans. He could visualize her in the tub, her dad and stepmother just down the stairs while she felt herself up at his instruction.
"I'm getting hard," he told her. "It's pressing against your back."
Courtney could practically feel the heat of his thick shaft against her, pulsing with virility. She would do anything to have him there just then. To pull her out of the water, bend her over and take her. She'd brace herself on the sink and smother herself with a towel to keep quiet if she had had to. The graphic fantasy sent a quiver through her, the memory of how his cock had felt inside her running through her lust clouded mind for the hundredth time since their back and forth had begun.
"It's so big," she sighed.
"You're turned on aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"I take one of my hands and run it down your side," he told her.
Courtney did as he said, her fingers running along her ribcage and following the path of her tattoo. She traced the familiar pattern blindly, having it memorized, her breathing deepening as she anticipated what was to come next. The touch was Rob's, she never teased herself like this when she masturbated. Her goal was always to release the pressure, to ease the ache. Rob wound her up and then made her explode.
"You spread your legs," he told her.
Courtney did as he said, parting her thighs.
"Wider," he told her as though he were there.
Courtney smirked. "You can't even see me, how do you know they aren't spread wide enough?"
"Is your leg draped over the side of the tub?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Then they aren't wide enough," he told her.
Courtney didn't know why his unbending tone turned her on so much. Something about the confidence in his voice, the implied command, he was going to tell her how she was going to get off and she wanted him to. She spread her legs wider, draping a soapy leg over the side of the tub like he'd told her, opening her legs wide. Suds slid down her knee and along her calf, sliding along her ankle and dripping from her heel to the floor.
Rob heard her move, and could see her in the position he had described in his mind's eye. Reclined in the tub, legs splayed, one hand still teasing her breast beneath the surface of the water.
"I bring my hand to the inside of your thigh," he told her.
Courtney did as he said, running her hand along the smooth flesh. It was his hand, his touch. He was not there but he was controlling that hand, with his voice. She fought the temptation to bring her hand straight to her pussy, letting him tease her even though he was far away, because right now that hand was his to control.
"I pull at you nipple," he told her.
Courtney whined when she did this, a sound of pleasure that made Rob's cock twitch in his jeans. It felt like an electric jolt going through her body, making her push back against the imaginary Rob behind her.
"I bring my hand closer to your pussy, but I don't touch it," he told her.
Courtney did as he said. "Please," she begged gently.
"Not yet, you have to wait," he told her.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because you've been bad," he told her.
A shudder went through Courtney's spine. "I have. What did I do?"