Chasing Faith

"You know, I didn't catch that reason." Faith told him with an untrusting face.

Chase shrugged. "That would be because I never gave it to you," he flatly replied. "But if you want it, so be it. I've been avoiding telling you this for a while now because I was worried that it would complicate things -- though clearly we're beyond that..." Chase's eyes wandered away from Faith's waiting face. As much as he wanted to be the mature one and talk about these things openly, he found himself too embarrassed to look into her eyes. "I've found that I've been catching feelings for you. I didn't want to make things weird for you so out of your own best interest I've been keeping quiet and not letting it show, evidently a little too well. There. I said it."

After a few seconds of silence, he gingerly panned his head back to view Faith, who was intently looking into his eyes and slowly shaking her head, a small smile on her face.

"You know, you're a real dumbass," she told him.

"Yeah," he practically breathed, unable to get a read on her.

"I'm not a little girl, you know. I can process and react to these feelings myself."

Chase made a fumbling motion with his hands. "I just... didn't want to foist such a situation on you in the first place. I wanted to make things as comfortable for you as possible."

Faith nodded. "Well, thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome. So, it's your turn to tell me why you were avoiding eye contact with me just now."

Faith chuckled, still smiling. "What, you think it was the same situation?"

"I don't know what situation it was. That's why I'm asking."

Faith chuckled again and bit her lip. "Hey Chase?"

"Yeah?" Chase's heart was beating louder and louder in his chest.

"Can I kiss you?" Faith asked, her own nervousness evident in the smile on her face.

Chase found himself audibly panting. "Um, I mean... yes, of c- yes, you can."

Faith shifted herself over beside Chase and planted her lips on his, hesitantly and nervously at first. As Chase kissed back, Faith shifted more and more of her weight on him. Before he knew it, Faith was on top of him, the two of them kissing in the grass like giddy schoolkids.

Chase's heart soared and flew above them in a victory dance that would shock and impress any such God that looked upon them. Faith's lips were every bit as enticing as he'd hoped they'd feel. Even better than they looked. He could feel her heat radiating off of her as her kisses get more manic, more eager, more passionate for him. After they broke off their first kiss, she lazily opened her eyes to look into his. That look, that wanting smitten look, it was better than anything he could have hoped. The way she looked into his eyes would have brought shame to any of the high school girls that looked into them from back home. They couldn't have even hoped to compare with Faith's gaze.

Not another word escaped the pair before they found themselves locking lips again, this time with even more passion from both sides. Faith's tongue made the first move as she, true to her style, boldly and eagerly probed Chase's mouth, which of course he gladly let her enter. Faith seemingly couldn't control her movements -- as her passion ramped up, her hands passionately, almost desperately grabbed bunches of Chase's hair, and she began to squirm while on top of his body, at first seemingly positioning herself for comfort, though before long it was evident to Chase that she was grinding her pelvis against him, wanting him badly.

The duo eventually broke their mouths off of each other and spent the next few seconds looking each other in the eye, the who-knows-how-long period of sexual tension evaporating between them. "So... it's safe to say you felt the same way...?" Chase clumsily started.

Faith laughed and nuzzled into his neck, giving it a kiss. "Oh my god, you fucking dumbass," she laughed. "You should have said something as soon as you knew. Do you know how painful it was to spend all day with you, to sleep next to you, to watch you exercise-"

"You watched me e-"

"-just thinking, 'he doesn't feel the same way'? After all, this guy was Chase, he would have said something. He always has something to say, and if he doesn't say anything about you, that must speak for itself." She laughed again and looked him up and down, still on top of him. "You're lucky you're facing me this way. If you were facing the ground, I would spank you right now. We have so much time to make up for."

"Why would I be facing the gr-"

"Shut up, poet." Faith giddily fired back and locked lips with him, unashamedly grinding against him for all her worth, feeling his now-erect manhood rub back against her. Despite being connected at the mouth to her, Chase could feel Faith's breathing and heartbeat quickening from the movements of her chest, the panting and sighing coming out of her nose, and even her shoulders moving in rapture, losing herself to the pleasure she was getting from -- evidently finally -- getting to make out with him. That said, he had to admit if he was on top of her, he doubted if she wouldn't feel the exact same heavy breathing. This was seemingly both of their dreams come to life.

When they broke off their next kiss, Faith gave him a dozen little kisses on his face, and then told him breathlessly, "I want to go further. Is that okay?"

Chase was taken slightly aback, despite everything that had happened. "Are you sure? We only just-"

"I know. I just... I want this, so bad. Unless you're uncomfortable with...?"

"No no, I'm, um, I'm fine. If you want it." Chase nervously replied. "But, like, further how?"

Faith replied by starting to take her shirt off, still pinning him to the ground. Once she worked it over her head and tossed it to the side, she shyly held up her bra-covered breasts. "Would you like to see these? I know some guys don't like tits and like asses instead..."

"I feel like that's a false dichotomy. I can't imagine why liking one means one has to like the other le-"

"Would you like to see my boobs, Chase?" she interrupted him with one eyebrow lowered.

Chase couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Yes, I would," he answered.

"There we go," she laughed with him. She straightened her back and reached behind her, fiddling with the latch as she bit her lip and didn't dare break eye contact with Chase. Eventually, her bra fell and her beautiful breasts bounced into view.

Her proportions were just perfect. Her nipples, slightly larger than average, looked beautiful and inviting, each one clearly erect from her arousal. Chase would admit that rationally the urge to suck on human nipples made no sense, and yet here he was, staring her breasts down, both of them beautifully shaped globes of flesh, and he found himself saddled with the insatiable desire to take one of those into his mouth and do whatever he could to make Faith moan and squirm.

So that's exactly what he did. Mere moments later he found himself to be the one on top of her, Faith's hand grasping at the back of his head as he took one of her perfect nipples into his mouth and learned, trial-by-fire style, how to use his tongue to please a woman. Not just any woman, but the woman who had been on his mind all the time, the one woman he couldn't believe he had the chance to grind on and please, Faith.

She was squirming and moaning just how he had hoped, her back practically arching in encouragement. Occasionally she would moan something, like a 'yes, Chase,' or 'just like that,' or 'harder,' and of course, he would take into account every little thing she said and use that to his fullest advantage.

Eventually, Faith couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck it, Chase, I've wanted this for too long," she breathed. "You'd better tell me right now if you're not ready to be inside me, because that's where we're going, and that's what I want."

Chase took his mouth off of her nipple, still grinding on her. "That's what you want? Are you sure?" he asked, his own voice husky.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she breathed back. "I'm having the clearest thoughts in the world right now, and I need you, badly."

"What about protection? I don't have a-"

"Chase, I don't care." Faith replied desperately. "We might never get our hands on protection. Right now I just want your hands on me. Do you care?"

"No, I don't care," Chase admitted. He slid off of Faith and stood up, taking off his shirt and pants. Easy peasy, given this was nothing new to Faith. It was what would come off next that would set a course for their relationship being different forever. Everything up until now could be laughed off if need be -- him being inside her would be the true next step in their life.

And he couldn't wait for it. Feeling nervous for the last time in a while, he lowered his underwear to the ground and kicked it off. Faith, now standing up, mumbled, "Wow," as she herself stripped her pants and underwear.

"Hope I'm not underdressed," he kidded to cut the silence. Faith was still looking at his erect cock, hopefully mesmerized.

"I love it," she mumbled to herself. Chase was relieved -- before The Event, he had heard his more preppy macho friends talk about how girls preferred cut cocks to uncut, and while he always passed that off as weird dudes being weird dudes, he had always felt that little voice in the back of his head, insisting him it was true and he was inadequate or something.

He found himself speaking before thinking, possibly out of that lack of confidence. "It's okay that it's uncut?" he asked.

Faith gave him a weird look. "Why would that matter?" she asked him rhetorically. "It really just comes down to aesthetics. And to be honest, I kinda prefer them uncut myself."

"Cool." he found himself breathing.

Faith shook her head. "You're so silly," she commented lightly, striding over to him. She too was fully naked now and her slit looked visibly wet, as well as absolutely inviting. Chase felt it rub against his cock as she pulled him into a standing kiss, their bodies shamelessly touching together and feeling each other's soft warmth.

Their tongues wrestled while their hands lovingly explored each other's bodies for a while longer, before the two broke the kiss, at the same time, looking into each other's eyes. They both knew what they wanted, and they were ready.

"So who should..?" Chase motioned to the ground. Smiling, Faith pointed at him, and Chase nodded, strangely not feeling nervous. He thought he would feel nervous when the big moment like this came, but instead, he felt... oddly content. Like this was the right thing to happen.

Chase lay down on the ground and Faith positioned herself on top of him, squatting down and rubbing her slit on his cock. At first contact the teasing and temptation made her visibly jolt slightly. "Fuck," she muttered as her eyes went back slightly. "Oh my God Chase, I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"Me neither." Chase mumbled back, panting himself as she continued to rub herself against him. After they both felt ready, Faith spit into her hand, grabbed his cock in her wet hand and slowly covered his shaft in her saliva, looking at Chase, nodding at him. He nodded back and with another bite of her lip, Faith eased Chase's cock into her waiting pussy, taking a generous amount of time to acclimatize to his size and sinking down onto his pole, occasionally bobbing back up and then down further to help coerce him inside, shivering when, at long last, Chase was fully inside her.

"Oh my god, my sunlight, I'm so happy," Chase found himself saying without realizing.

Faith, on the other hand, was just beaming at him, content to stare at him; his face, his eyes, every emotion on his face. She practically worshipped this moment in her mind, realizing it was everything she had wanted for a long while, and while she wanted to ride him traditional cowgirl style, she couldn't resist leaning down on top of him, squishing her boobs into his chest and covering his face in kisses as she lifted up her hips over and over, slamming her hips down on top of his and wanting more with every writhe.

The angle was a bit awkward at first and Chase had to give out one or two cries of pain in order to get a good angle but before long Faith was meeting his hips with hers and his cock was sliding into her over and over, their bodies meeting in the most intimate way. Faith could feel every inch fill her as her pussy became wetter and hungrier than she could ever remember it being. The two of them felt so right with each other, so satisfied, and yet, never stopping their hunger, wanting more.

Faith had worked the two into a rhythm and was bouncing herself on Chase's pole, alternating between kissing his lips off, moaning towards the heavens and diving into his neck, giving him marks that were sure to last. Chase himself was utterly overwhelmed, his emotions going into overdrive as the subject of his adoration mounted and rode him like a wild animal in heat.

Faith kept up her rhythm, riding him as if her life depended on it, kissing him, accepting any kisses he had in return, and making the stimulation between the pair reach an eleven out of ten. Occasionally during her rhythm she would evidently hit the right spot and groan through gritted teeth, grabbing Chase's hair with both hands and forcefully grind her crotch against his, grunting over and over as she rode out her high moments while impaled on him.

"Chase, oh fuck, oh my -- oh Chase..." she moaned, the agony and the ecstasy of their carnal act painted on her face. Chase could feel the pressure build up within himself, his grip on reality loosening as his mind became clouded with one thought -- 'I need to cum inside Faith.' Not 'I'm going to,' not, 'should I,' 'I need to.'

Of course, that didn't override consent. "I-I think I'm going to c-cum inside you soon." Chase barely blurted out, his poet persona evidently evaporating when he was in a flustered state.

"Fuck yes, good." Faith panted like an animal. "Do it. Shoot your load inside me. I could fucking die, I don't care. I just want this, I want it so bad." Faith moaned out of control. Chase joined her in the moaning as the two, having their first orgasm in far too long, approached their climax together. It was as if the heavens themselves understood their situation and their long-delayed coupling with one another and allowed them their simultaneous moment in pleasure.

Chase cried out first, unable to see anything but stars and the Sunlight before him, his rod erupting with passion and lust for, as far as he was concerned, the only girl in the world to him. Faith joined him in moaning, no doubt able to feel Chase's load gushing into her, filling her in the way she had secretly wanted and fantasized about for too long, her dream finally coming true as Chase's spunk filled and satisfied her. The two collapsed to a heap on the ground, resting, panting and feeling the afterglow of being closer than they'd ever dreamed of being to each other.

As the pair came to, there were no words, nor any thoughts of regret. At first, a small chuckle, then it grew. It grew and grew until it became a full-fledged laugh that the duo shared heartily, abruptly cut off by a passionate, tender yet animalistic kiss, one that lasted for well longer than most kisses last, with both of them loving every second of it.

After that moment, everything had changed in a good way for the duo. Their nights together were, instead of a brief reprieve from the chaos of their daily life, the reason they went through their daily life. Every morning was met with a kiss, and almost every night was met with a wild passionate round of their bodies meeting together, sometimes for the second or third time that day. Both of them found the other insatiable, which was surprising, as neither one thought before they had truly met the other that they had an above-average sex drive -- and yet, even when they weren't going at it, they couldn't stop themselves of dreaming of the other, running over new scenarios and kinks in their minds, eagerly waiting for the sun to go down so they could make camp and fuck like the horny animals they were. Sometimes they couldn't even wait for sundown, or to find a proper place, and whoever was hornier at the time would mount the other and do everything they could to please their partner until the two ended up sweaty, panting, still wanting more but physically unable to move, so happy with what they'd done and who they'd done it with.

Eye contact was, needless to say, not avoided anymore. Every time the pair ran for their lives, they did it knowing what they were running for, not just what they were running from. Sometimes they liked to run just for the hell of it, hand in hand, knowing that they didn't need 'zombie movie rules' or a clear societal structure to know they had a future ahead of themselves, together.