Come As You Are Ch. 02

Garrett couldn't help but smile. "Nice choice of words..."

"Hush. That was the first thing. Second thing. Danny's been torturing you since the eighth grade. Wouldn't it be great to get back at him by being his ex-girlfriend's rebound fuck?"

After a moment's silence, Garrett reached up and pulled Brenda down on top of him.

"Got him."

He kissed her, hard. His tongue immediately intertwined with hers. One held the back of Brenda's head, pulling her close. His other hand, still on her hip, helped guide her onto the couch so she could lay on top of him.

The only sounds were the crackling of the fire and their passionate kissing, occasionally punctuated by a groan, sigh, or gasp as Brenda and Garrett slowly, almost unconsciously, ground their hips together. His hands ran up and down her back, rubbing the fabric of her shirt against her skin. She pressed her hand against the side of Garrett's face, keeping him in place as she ran her tongue along the inside of his mouth.

She couldn't help but compare him to Danny. Her ex had always been an eager, frantic lover, filled with passion, and the act of foreplay was often mixed in with the act of sex. There wasn't any doubt in Brenda's mind that she was going to sleep with Garrett tonight (if he wanted to, and judging by how rock hard he was underneath his shorts, that question was all but answered), and maybe that's why she was taking her time and unconsciously encouraging him to do the same.

Brenda lowered her head to his neck. His hands clenched her butt as she sucked at his pulse point. His skin was warm against her lips. "Thank God for turtlenecks," he murmured, pushing his hips up against hers in an attempt to relieve the pressure between his legs.

"Worried about hickeys?"

"I don't know, but I like what you're doing... oh... ow! Yeah, not a fan of teeth."

"Noted." She nibbled where she had previously bitten, getting a soft hiss instead of a startled one in return. Her hand slid down his running it over the burgeoning muscle as her lips returned to his. While their tongues danced with each other, his fingers slid against her lower back, pushing her shirt up in the process.

After a few moments of his light touches, Brenda sat up. Her face and neck felt flushed as she caught her breath. A smile crossed her face as she studied Garrett. He was breathing hard, with his brown hair a tangled mop from her fingers running through it. He was looking up at Brenda with anticipation and wonder as if he was trying to believe what was happening was actually happening. Her hands dropped to the hem of her black t-shirt before pulling it over her head with one smooth motion. Her blonde hair spilled out behind her as she dropped the t-shirt onto the floor. The nipples of her breasts were visible through the fabric of her white bra. A moment of pride ran through her body as Garrett quietly said two words.

"Oh wow."

"Not the most romantic response," she teased him, "but I'll take it. Now, since I'm shirtless..."

She had never seen a boy move so fast. One second Garrett was wearing his shirt and the next it was on the floor beside hers. She dragged her nails across his bare chest with a feather touch, causing Garrett to arch his back before she leaned down. Their kiss was passionate from the onset, hands roaming exposed skin, tongues twirling and intertwining, and her teeth lightly biting his lip just hard enough for him to react.

Each jump of his body, each sigh of pleasure, every groan of exquisite agony, was a new experience for Brenda as she slowly learned what her lover liked. She had a feeling it was a learning experience for him as well. Garrett may not have liked biting, but a few nibbles here and there seemed to be up his alley. She appreciated that he didn't manhandle or paw at her breasts. Instead, he gently traced his hands over the exposed tops and covered bottoms. She jumped as he lightly, with almost graceful reverence, ran his fingers over his nipples, which granted her an ache she felt all the way between her legs.

She eventually slid her body onto the couch next to him. One of her hands ran through the tangled strands of Garrett's hair. Her other hand rested on his chest for a second before running down the front of his body and under the waistband of his shorts.

His eyes slammed closed. A gasp escaped him, and that was before Brenda actually wrapped his hand around his erect member. It throbbed in her hand while she slowly ran her hand along its rock hard shaft. It barely shifted as she teasingly repeated her motions. The entire time she watched Garrett's reactions. His quickening breath came in gasps and his shoulders hitched with every little touch she made against his skin.

Brenda squeezed her legs together to both relieve and put pressure on her warm center as she touched him. "That feels good?"

"Yeah... Can I make a suggestion?" Garrett opened his eyes and looked at Brenda. "We should... oh... move to the floor. If you keep doing that... oh God, keep doing THAT... I'm going to end up making a mess. And it'll be easier to... mmm... clean a quilt than it would be to clean the couch."

"Laying in front of the fire sounds fantastic." Smiling and slowly rubbing her fingers together, enjoying the feeling of her digits gliding against each other, Brenda stood up from the couch. Garrett followed, pulling the quilt from the back of the couch in one fluid motion. He smoothed the thick blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace before grabbing two more logs to add to the fire.

From the corner of her eye, Brenda saw the bottle of red wine from earlier in the evening sitting on the table. One more impulse in an evening already full of them saw her grabbing the bottle and taking a long swig. The liquid was fire in her throat, a pleasant burn that touched her heart, her head, and her libido. She extended the bottle to Garrett as he turned towards her. He took it without a word and proceeded to finish the little bit of red wine that was left.

"Oh that's... whoa!" Garrett's exclamation came as Brenda stepped up to him and, without fanfare or hesitation, yanked his shorts and boxers down his legs. His erection immediately sprung free, giving Brenda her first look at its full length. She couldn't help but compare it to her ex-boyfriend's - shorter, but thicker like she had seen in the shower earlier that day. "Wow," she said as she looked at it. "That's a nice penis you have there, Garrett." She ran a finger along the length, causing him to shiver as he stood naked before her. "I'm not into giving blowjobs. I hope that's OK."

"What you were doing earlier was fine," he stated while setting the now-empty bottle of wine on the table.

She took a step forward, pressing her bra-clad chest against him as she grabbed him again. "This?" she teasingly asked. After a few strokes, she leaned close and whispered into his ear. "You forgot to grab the pillows from the couch. Get them and lie down."

Garrett quickly fulfilled her request. Brenda stood over him, one foot on either side of his hips, looking down at him with a smirk before reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. It joined her shirt and Garrett's on the floor. She felt relief as her breasts fell free from their confinement as well as pride when she saw the amazed look on Garrett's face. "Wow," he remarked. "Those are pretty nice."

The eagerness she felt was different than it had been with Danny. She had enjoyed sex with him, not only on a physical level but because it helped bind them as boyfriend and girlfriend. This was different. She wasn't thinking about tomorrow, or what would happen when they got back to school. And she wasn't thinking about getting back at Danny either, at least consciously. All she knew was that she wanted Garrett, and it was readily apparent he wanted her as well.

Brenda slid her thumbs into the waistband of her pink shorts and slowly pushed them down her legs along with her panties. She stood above Garrett, naked, her body backlit by the fire, a stunning sight to the young man. Blonde hair falling behind her shoulders. Breasts curved, slightly upswept, topped with dark nipples begging to be touched. A trimmed patch of blonde hair sat between her long legs.

Garrett's sigh shook his entire body as Brenda lay down beside him. She got comfortable, leaning across his torso, chin on his chest as her hand found his erection once again. Her free hand played with his hair. She enjoyed how soft it felt as she tangled it between her fingers. Her other hand set a steady pace on Garrett's erection. His hand pressed against her lower back, keeping her body as close to his as possible. Occasionally running her hand through the fluid leaking from the tip, Brenda watched as Garrett's face took on alternating looks of agony and pleasure from her actions. She was doing this to him, and it wouldn't take much longer before she threw himself at him.

She slowed down, moving her hand agonizingly slow on his shaft, enjoying the groan of pure frustration that escaped him. "I'm going to ask you an honest question, and I want an honest answer." Brenda looked down at his erection. Stiff and red, it throbbed under her grip. "I can make you cum right now if you promise me that you're up for a round two." She moved her hand to the base of his cock and squeezed. The weight of her body on his chest prevented him from shivering at her action. "Because if you're not, I'm going to be really disappointed."

"You won't be... oh fuck... please, keep going..."

She sighed playfully. "If you insist." Brenda resumed her motions, causing his head to roll to one side. Upon seeing the hickey she had left earlier, she nibbled on his neck. Combined with the hand job she was giving him, it quickly drove Garrett to the edge.

"Oh Brenda... I'm really close... no, no... don't speed up. Keep doing exactly... yes, that, that."

She pulled back from his neck to kiss him passionately. His hand balled up her hair between her fingers. He tried to pull back at one point, but Brenda bore down, trapping him underneath her, her tongue in his mouth even while she felt his lower body push and clench under him. His cry of release was muffled by their kiss as she felt him pulse. Her fingers began to drip with his essence. She continued to move her hand up and down, pushing down with all her body weight, not allowing him to break the kiss or pull away from her touch. His cries sent a thrill throughout her body.

Eventually, she felt him relax. Brenda broke the kiss, one hand running through Garrett's hair as he looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before focusing on her smirking face. "Oh God," he breathed. "That was incredible."

"Glad to hear." She turned her head to look down at his body. "You're a gusher." His lower body was streaked with white along with a portion of her flank. "I can see why you didn't want to do this on the couch. You might have hit the ceiling with a little more elevation."

"Contents under pressure, right? Can you hand me those Kleenex?" Brenda reached over Garrett's body for the box that sat on the table. He used a few tissues to wipe himself clean and was gentleman enough to remove the fluid that had hit her body. "Sorry," he apologized as he wiped her side.

Lying this close to the fire, both of their bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat. The heat was pushing at her back and the ends of her blonde hair were sticking to her skin. "Best handjob you've ever gotten?" she asked as Garrett put the dirty tissues into the wine glasses.

"Hell yes." Garrett laid back down on the quilt. Brenda put her head on his chest and one leg over his, intertwining with him as he talked. "Though to be honest, that's the first handjob I've ever gotten."

Her hand danced down his body, eventually coming to his penis. She lightly touched it with a finger. "Wow. You're definitely getting ready for round two."

"I might have been distracted, but I think my exact words were 'oh God yes' when you asked about round two." He lightly ran a hand through her blonde hair. "I need a few minutes though."

"How should we pass the time then?"

Garrett looked away from her for a second before turning back. "Want to make out?"

Her laugh echoed across the empty house. "You're forward," she teased.

"You cooked me dinner. Aren't I the one who has to put out?"

"I guess. Here, switch places. My elbow's bothering me." It took a few seconds for the two naked classmates to rearrange themselves, with Brenda lying on the quilt and Garrett on top of her. At some point, he started kissing her, and by the time Brenda's head was on the pillow her arms were around his neck. Their kiss was slow and lazy, with little intensity. Their sweat-covered torsos slid against each other with pleasant friction. Garrett straddled her leg as they made out. She could feel him getting harder, causing her to push up against his thigh.

Garrett broke the kiss and began to work his way down her body, starting with her neck. One hand caressed her left breast before his mouth took her nipple into his mouth. Brenda purred as Garrett gave her erect nub attention, lavishing it with his tongue as he squeezed and kneaded at the firm flesh. He repeated the action on her other breast, touching nearly every inch of her mound before his kisses began to trail down her stomach.

"The boy's going down on us. Maybe this wasn't a completely bad decision."

Brenda squirmed as she realized what Garrett's goal was. Much like she wasn't a fan of blowjobs, Danny hadn't cared for oral sex either. She adjusted the pillow to watch Garrett while he ran his hands up and down the sides of her body. He lingered on her belly button for a moment, feathering kisses around it, before Brenda put one hand on his head. Her fingers ran through the messy brown hair as she gently pushed him downwards. Garrett got the hint and ran his tongue directly from her belly button to the top of her patch of blonde hair. She shivered with anticipation. Her legs spread almost involuntarily as she kept the pressure on his head, urging him on.

She groaned when his tongue touched her swollen lips. Garrett licked around her womanhood, moving his tongue around the edges, down one side and up the other. His surprisingly strong hands slid underneath her, gripping her butt, pulling Brenda closer to him. The sensation of having a tongue so close to her warm center enhanced the feelings in the rest of her body. Her neck and upper chest were flushed, while her nipples felt tight, ready to burst. Each time Garrett kissed and licked between her legs caused her to gasp. Her stomach rose and fell at a rapid pace as he teased her.

A loud cry escaped her body as his tongue finally touched her clit, sending an electric charge throughout her lower body. She grabbed and pulled at Garrett's hair, but he showed no discomfort as he carefully licked her button again. "Oooooooh," she groaned when Garrett began to lick her. Sometimes he pushed the flat of his tongue against it, pressing it back against her body. The sensitivity was almost too much, a hint of pain underneath the wave of pleasure. Garrett held her rump, squeezing as he kept a gentle but steady pace.

The wave was starting to crest when Garrett suddenly pulled away. "Oh God," Brenda exclaimed, her first words since he had broken their kiss a few minutes earlier, "don't stop, please."

"I need a second," he said, panting as he caught his breath. Garrett's hair was an unkempt mess. His lips and chin glistened in the firelight, coated with her juices.

"Use your fingers too," she said, almost pleading. "Where the hell did you learn to do that anyway?"

"Vienna. She was bitching about someone she was dating and ended up giving me and Gio an impromptu lecture about proper technique when you're going down on a girl."

"Remind me to send her a thank you card... ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh." Brenda's back arched slightly as Garrett's finger parted her lips and, after some probing, slid into her waiting tunnel. She savored the blissful feel of penetration. He carefully pushed his finger inside of her, letting Brenda take him in at her own pace.

He then lowered his head and resumed his attention on her clit. The conflicting sensations of his finger moving in and out of her and his tongue gliding across her clit were excruciating. She could feel the fire beginning to kindle inside of her, but Garrett was taking his time, not rushing, dedicating himself completely to her pleasure without using his manhood... yet. In an effort to ease the pressure inside of her, Brenda's free hand squeezed her breast. She trapped her stiff nipple between her fingers and gently twisted it. It simply added to the pleasure she was feeling, punctuated with a low moan.

Eventually, the wave began to build inside of her. Her skin became flush as blood rushed throughout her body. "Oh God," she exclaimed, clenching hair in her fist, "don't stop." To his credit Garrett did exactly that, not speeding up, not going faster, not licking harder, but keeping up the steady pace of his lips on her clit and his finger inside her hot, wet tunnel. Her legs squeezed around his head and she pinched her nipple, pulling it away from her body as she could feel her body begin to pulse and contact. She cried with a primal noise Brenda didn't know she was capable of as her orgasm ripped through her.

Her butt lifted out of Garrett's hands. Her back arched as bolts of pure warmth exploded inside of her. As she crested, Brenda felt Garrett continue to lick and finger her. It caused her orgasm to stretch out a few extra seconds until she had to push his head away from between her legs until she quivered a final time. The only sound in the living room was that of the logs in the fireplace being consumed by the roaring inferno.

Brenda managed to look down at Garrett, who was now crawling up towards her. She was exhausted but still reached out to him. Their lips mashed together. Brenda could taste herself on his lips. She let out her post-orgasm stress onto her classmate, kissing him hard and allowing him to return the favor. As they kissed he kept on his hands and knees, holding himself above her to let her recover.

Brenda was the one to break their kiss. The two lovers looked at each other for a moment, knowing what was to come next but not quite knowing how to proceed. It was Brenda who took the initiative. "You have a condom, right?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Garrett reached for his duffel bag underneath the table. Brenda ran a hand through her hair, all thoughts focused on what was about to happen. After digging through his bag for a moment that seemed much longer than it was, he came out with a silver packet.

He carefully tore open the packet and removed the condom inside. She watched with amusement as he struggled a little bit due to his position and the closeness of the table to get the piece of latex on. The smile gave way to a look of desire once Garrett successfully slid the condom on. He met her gaze with a smoldering look of his own. After a quick but passionate kiss, he reached down between his legs and grabbed himself.

"I'm on the pill," Brenda whispered, "so don't worry about having to pull out OK?"

"Got it." Brenda and Garrett watched as he positioned the tip against her. All the anticipation and tension escaped their bodies the moment Garrett slid his length inside of Brenda. She could immediately tell the difference between him and Danny as her walls expanded further than normal to take him in.

"Ooooooooooh," she breathed as Garrett pulled out before suddenly pushing back in, this time burying all of him inside of her. "Oh shit!" Brenda exclaimed in surprise at the sensation of fullness.

"Are you OK?"

Garrett was looking at her with concern. One hand touched the side of his face to reassure him. "I'm good," she answered. "I'm really good. Just go slow at first. I have to get used to you."