I Keep Reaching Ch. 03

Eventually, evening set in and we continued watching movies, picking up where we had left off with A Nightmare on Elm Street 4, pausing the movie for a brief dinner intermission. As we cuddled and watched the horror movies, the ungodly amount of anger I had felt earlier in the afternoon had faded completely. Chloe just had a way of disarming me and making me want to be a better person. I loved her and I knew that somehow things would work out fine.

I would have held Chloe on that twin sized bed and watched horror movies until the end of time if I could, but after the third movie, I felt sleepy and needed a break.

"I'm tired, let's go to sleep," I declared.

"Okay," Chloe responded before she kissed me on the cheek.

I was on my back with my arm wrapped around Chloe. She rested a hand on my chest and leaned against my shoulder. I stared at the ceiling in silence for a long time, contemplating the next day, before eventually drifting off to sleep.

I awoke to the feeling of someone nudging me in the ribs. "Wake up," I heard Chloe whisper. I must have been asleep for at least an hour because my eyes felt heavy and my muscles were stiff.

"I'm awake," I said begrudgingly.

"You don't have to do anything tomorrow. I'll just tell Nathan that we're finished and whatever happens, happens."

She had moved from her earlier position and was now lying on her back next to me, her head turned to its side, facing mine. Her voice indicated that she hadn't been sleeping.

I found it amusing that she had been lying there thinking about the consequences of her confession to me and came to the conclusion that Nathan might actually be in serious danger. He was, of course, but it wasn't my fault he didn't know Chloe had a tall, athletic older brother.

"Hah," I laughed. "Feeling merciful now that you've realized you've unleashed me? He's dead meat. Sorry, not sorry."

She gave me a sly grin and said, "You're going to save me; is that it?"

"Of course!"

She strained her neck to lean into me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "I love you," she said.

I tickled her cheek with the back of my fingers as she pulled away, before she turned to her side and scooted closer to me. She kissed me again, more forcibly this time, and I gave in to the pressure. I latched onto her mouth, this time immediately opening my mouth and exploring her's with my tongue. She whimpered into my mouth as I groped her left breast with my right hand. As I kissed her, my senses were flooded with the her pheromones as well as the familiar fragrance of watermelon. My earlier hesitancy was now lost on me as I feasted on the inside of her mouth.

I sat up and crawled on top of her, forcing her on her back. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started peeling it off her skin, eventually up and over her head. She extended her arms to aid me and soon she was dressed in only her panties; her large, pale orbs with their light pink nipples now on full display. I dove down to her breasts and latched onto her left nipple and began hungrily sucking on it. With my right hand, I attended to other breast, the hand manipulating the soft flesh as her nipple hardened in my palm. She let out a soft moan of approval as I continued my manipulation of her large, firm breasts.

I switched to her right nipple and eagerly began lapping at the pink nub with my tongue and sucking as much of the spongy flesh as I could into my mouth. Chloe continued crying out soft moans and squirmed in my arms. My assault was relentless and soon I could sense her impending orgasm. Just from playing with her boobs? I wondered.

I reached down to her panties and ran a single finger over the damp material over her slit. Her legs spasmed and wrapped around me as she covered her mouth with both hands to suppress her moans of ecstasy. My lips were still latched to her nipple as my finger ran up and down her panty covered sex, gently pleasuring her as she rode out her orgasm.

She uncovered her mouth and began breathing heavily. For a moment, I was concerned she was hyperventilating but eventually her breathing slowed and she just stared at me seductively.

"Make love to me," she panted.

"Are you sure?" I asked, to which responded with a swift nod.

Chloe's legs had loosened their death grip on me but her feet were still wrapped around my knees. I gently grabbed her ankles with both hands and separated myself from her. I stood up from the bed and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly across the room. My cock was begging to be set free from the restraints of my shorts and I quickly pushed them, along with my boxers, down my leg. I left them in a pile on the floor and climbed back on the bed and positioned myself between Chloe's legs.

In her post orgasmic bliss, she had forgotten to take off her panties but I didn't care. Sitting up on my knees, I reached down and pushed the material to the side and positioned the head of my cock against her wet pussy lips and started rubbing up and down.

"Yes.." Chloe purred.

"Put it in me," she begged. I continued to tease her for a few seconds, reveling in the feeling of her wetness on the head of my cock. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted as I looked down at her. My fingers still pulling the material of her panties to the side, I positioned my cock into her opening and slowly eased the head of my cock past her lips.

Chloe was biting her lower lip as she said, "God, you're so big."

She began wiggling her hips to ease my cock inside her tight canal and I couldn't help but feel empowered as she struggled to accommodate my size. Nathan might have gotten to her first but Chloe clearly wasn't prepared for what I was packing.

Chloe's face contorted with pleasure as I took over and slowly pulled out of her tight grip only to slowly enter her again with the first few inches of my cock, repeating the motion over and over.

I leaned over her to kiss her, the movement causing my cock to bury deeper than before inside her moist cavity. Her lips formed an 'O' shape and I immediately covered her mouth with mine. She moaned into my mouth as my cock pushed deeper and deeper inside her. The sensation was incredible as her pussy stretched to assist my fat cock in its deep intrusion. I separated from her mouth and leaned over her, trying to catch my bearings.

"You feel amazing, I don't think I can last long," I warned.

She grabbed my head and pulled me down for another hungry kiss and began to rotate her hips, causing my fully embedded cock to undulate against the soft, velvety walls of her pussy.

My short break brought with it renewed vigor and I began to urge my full length out of her only to drive it back in. Each time I pulled out, I could feel her pussy clamp down around me, desperate for the next thrust. Chloe moaned into my mouth and I slipped my tongue between her lips, eager to taste the inside of her mouth again.

"Fuck, Chloe," I moaned between passionate kisses as I continued to drive my cock into her in slow, methodical strokes. I pulled away from her lips and looked down at her perfect breasts, the fleshy mounds shaking with each thud against her pelvis.

Chloe started roughly massaging her left breast as she covered her mouth to try to suppress her moans and I felt like the luckiest person on the planet. She was so irresistibly beautiful as her face and body buckled and twisted from each deep thrust.

I sat up at a ninety degree angle and lifted up her legs, my hands gripping the bottom of her knees, and increased my pace. I knew I was going to cum soon but she felt amazing and I couldn't control my bodily reactions.

I stared down at where we were connected and could see what I was feeling before. Her tight pussy was clamping firmly around my cock each time I pulled out, like it was unwilling to let go. The sight was intoxicating.

"Oh, Erik! Don't stop!" she screamed, both of her hands now roughly massaging her breasts as her lower body squirmed under my continuous pounding.

"Oohhh, I'm cumming!" Chloe cried out.

I could feel the walls of her pussy convulse, milking my cock, and soon I, too, was coming. Too enthralled in the sensation to pull out, I plunged as deep as I could inside of her and came. Chloe's orgasm caused her pussy to spasm around my cock, massaging it, as I exploded deep inside her. I slowed down my motions but continued to impale her for a long time after I came, her pussy continuing to spasm and tightly grip my cock.

Eventually, I pulled out and moved to lie down next to her.

"You're so beautiful," I gushed, catching my breath.

We rolled onto our sides to face each other.

"You make me feel so amazing, Erik. I love you so much."

Chloe's breathing was still quickened but was slowing down. She had a smile on her face as I stared into her hazel eyes, now taking on a shade of dark gold from the dim moonlight. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to me.

"I love you, too," I said.

Chloe leaned into me and kissed me. We gently kissed and fondled each other until the early morning hours before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning spooning behind Chloe, my hand laying on her flat tummy. My morning wood was running down my leg and was resting against Chloe's exposed legs. I shifted quietly from my intimate coupling with Chloe and tried to make my way out of her room without waking her up.

Today was the day that I dealt with Nathan.

Once I was in my room, I pulled out my cellphone to text Anna. I noticed it was a quarter to eleven in the morning--we had slept a very long time. Or perhaps we didn't and I had just lost track of time from the events of last night. Either way, it was rest that was very much needed as my thoughts were much more organized in my mind and I could plan my strategy for dealing with Nathan with a clear head.

Erik: Good morning, Anna. Sorry to bother you, I was wondering if you knew where I might be able to find Nathan on a fine Sunday afternoon like today.

I wasn't sure if she was awake but I didn't want to talk to Chloe about Nathan any more than I had to. Anna at least knew he existed and I wanted to deal with this situation as soon as possible. I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Anna: Good morning, handsome. Do you want his phone number?

No, I didn't want to talk to him directly but I couldn't just outright explain to this clueless girl that I was planning on beating him to the brink of death.

Erik: No, I was hoping to surprise him.

Anna: Well, he did say something about playing basketball this weekend outside the high school while at lunch yesterday.

I knew exactly what she was talking about. The high school had an outside sports area that housed a large basketball court that doubled as a tennis court. I didn't play on it often as the school also has an indoor basketball court but it was occasionally used for practice as well as miscellaneous school activities.

I quickly formulated a plan but needed to get Anna on board.

Erik: I know what you're talking about. Want to message Nathan for me and invite him to play some basketball? I can meet you there. :)

My words were carefully chosen with very little regard for Anna's feelings on the subject. I felt bad for using her like this but it needed to be done.

Anna: Okay! I'll text him!

I waited a few minutes for a response before deciding to take a quick shower. Nathan could still be asleep for all I knew and I felt dirty wearing my overnight clothes.

With a towel wrapped around my waist, I went into my bedroom after my shower and changed into some fresh clothes. I put on a t-shirt and some gym shorts as well as my shiny red Nike shoes that I wore specifically for basketball and nothing else. Looking at my phone, I saw that Anna still hadn't responded.

As I left my bedroom and headed downstairs, I found the living room and kitchen empty. My parents usually left for morning Sunday church services around eight in the morning.

I was eager to meet up with Nathan but I needed to be patient and wait for confirmation from Anna. I decided to make breakfast for myself and Chloe but my breakfast culinary skills were extremely limited so I made pancakes using a pancake mix.

I had prepared four pancakes when Chloe came downstairs and sat in one of the stools near the countertop. She had slipped into some flannel pajama pants and was wearing one of my old t-shirts that was way too big for her. The kitchen was naturally lit from the sunlight shining in through the windows and her unconfined hair took on a shade of dark red.

"Good morning, angel," I said while flipping a pancake.

"Hey, I forgot today was Sunday. Usually Mom wakes me up and asks me if I want to go to church but I guess she didn't today."

Every weekend I came home, my mother would ask me if I wanted to go to morning services with them. It hadn't crossed my mind until Chloe brought it up, but was it possible Mom saw us sleeping on her bed and decided not to confront us? I pushed those uncomforting thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on the pancakes.

"I'm sure she just forgot. Are you hungry?" I asked.

"A little, but don't make too many pancakes. I think you have enough."

The pan clearly required some kind of attention to maintain consistent thick pancake production and I neither cared enough nor had the knowledge to correct it so I finished cooking the fifth pancake and slapped it on the other four. I prepared two plates, three pancakes for me and two for Chloe and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup from the pantry before placing it all on the bar in front of Chloe. I grabbed two glasses and filled them with orange juice and sat down next to her.

As I was pouring syrup on my pancakes, I felt a buzz in my pocket.

Anna: Yay! He says he'll bring his little brother and meet us there at noon.

I felt a nervous anticipation at her words. It was going to happen.

Erik: Great! I'll see you then.

I discreetly slid my phone back into my shorts and started eating.

"Who was that?" Chloe asked before she slipping some food between her lips.

"Just a friend. I'm gonna meet up with some high school buddies and play basketball at the high school. You know, the outside court. Did you wanna come?"

I didn't want her to come, of course, but I didn't want to be too obvious and I hoped she wouldn't call my bluff.

"Oh, no thanks. I'm rubbish at basketball. When will you be back?"

"I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or two," I said.

I pulled my cellphone out and texted Anna, saying she shouldn't tell Chloe that she's meeting up with me. I hated to keep things from my sister but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Anna and Chloe were close and I didn't want to risk it.

I scarfed down my pancakes in under five minutes and got up to clean my plate. As I was running the plate under the water, I looked up at Chloe, still eating. She looked so peaceful now in her newly found serenity that I assured her of the night before. Her demeanor was positive and happy and when she noticed me staring, she looked up at me and smiled broadly at me, unable to contain her happiness. She looked so lovely and the nervousness I felt for what was to come dissipated completely, if only temporarily, as I stared into her endless, bright hazel eyes.

I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was a quarter to noon.

"Alright, I'm gonna head out now," I said.

Chloe stepped down from the stool and walked up to me. "You'll be back in a few hours, right?"

"Yes, I promise."

Chloe wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I said, kissing the top of her head.

****

As an athlete, I was all too familiar with things like pre-game jitters, not exactly scared but not exactly excited either. The feeling would last from about an hour before a big game and immediately fade away the moment I ran onto the court and breathed in the familiar atmosphere. I felt it the strongest in high school and it steadily declined as the years went by -- until it was no longer there at all. Now, however, as I drove down the familiar roads to my old high school, I felt it stronger than ever before.

As I pulled into the empty eastern parking lot of the high school, I was surprised by a feeling of confidence. Confidence often accompanied the feeling of nervous anticipation and as I drove to the edge of the parking lot nearest the basketball courts, I realized this. This was my high school and my home town and I, or any extension of my family, was not to be fucked with.

There were a few other cars parked nearby as I pulled the latch to open the trunk of my car. Focusing my newfound courage, I walked out of the car and opened the trunk to find my basketball and pump. The ball was latched to the side of the trunk to keep it from rolling around in transit and I freed it before pumping it back to its original firmness and walked, basketball in hand, to the basketball court.

There were four rows of metal bleachers next to the court and I found Anna waiting for me. She was wearing a blue tank top and blue jean shorts with a large white scrunchie holding her shoulder-length black hair in a ponytail. She looked very cute and I again thought that given different circumstances, I would have happily given in to her advances.

"Hey," I said. I stood in front of her and started dribbling the basketball on the grey concrete in front of the bleachers. "Where's Nathan?"

She had seen me coming, of course, and waited for me nervously on the bleacher fidgeting with her fingers, pretending not to see me.

"Oh, hi! He should be here any minute now!"

There was a chain fence that surrounded the court with a small opening. I remembered there being a gate before but apparently they just took it off altogether as it was more of a hindrance than anything else. I walked onto the court, still dribbling the ball, and invited Anna to follow me.

We played some one on one for a few minutes while we waited for Nathan and his brother to arrive. Anna was much shorter than me but she was clearly talented at moving around with the ball in her hand and I was impressed to find that she could easily swerve around me and score. I was playing easy on her of course, but I was still pleasantly surprised.

We casually played for another ten minutes when I noticed some rambling near the bleachers. I looked in the direction of the noise and saw Nathan and his younger brother sitting on the bleachers. Nathan was tying on his pair of basketball sneakers while his brother made his way into the courtyard. His brother was much younger than us -- probably fourteen or fifteen -- but he was nearly as tall as his brother.

Now that I could see him, I recognized him to be the Nathan that I remembered. While I had played on the varsity team every year I was in high school, he only played varsity in his junior and senior years. He was around 5'11, putting him around a head shorter than me. He was caucasian with short, light brown hair.

Naturally I saw a lot of him in my last two years of high school but we rarely saw one another outside of basketball practices and games. He was a good player but he lacked the ability to coordinate with his team and would often botch plays in favor of trying to control them himself. Growing up, I most often played the role of center, focusing more on rebounds and opening up my teammates from defenders to allow them to make shots. However, basketball being a very dynamic sport with lots of movement, I could seamlessly switch between roles with ease. Nathan usually played the role of point guard, making him responsible for setting up plays and finding holes in the defense, but his controlling gameplay often led to more pressure on his teammates to create openings for him and rebound the ball when he would take shots he shouldn't have. It never really bothered me, though, as basketball is a team sport afterall. He was never a starter, even in his senior year.