Taken By The Wind Ch. 03

Courtney was soaked between her legs, her thong saturated with sweat and the nectar flowing from her pussy. Her body felt hot, and the music concealed her lustful moans as the dancing turned into the two of them dry humping each other while standing. Courtney felt his hand sliding along her thigh, and bit her lower lip as it turned inward. She didn't stop him as he rolled up her dress in his hand, his fingers brushing up against the lacy fringe of her black lace stockings. Courtney pushed herself harder against him, grinding her ass against the bulge that had formed inside his jeans.

She had never felt more physically attracted to someone before, it was almost intimidating how badly she wanted him just then. Rob was experiencing something similar. He'd wanted Karen certainly, but he'd known her outside of physical desire. With Courtney it was all about the physical, all about the way her body felt against his and the scent that came off of her as she sweated against him. His fingers pressed into the bare flesh of her inner thigh, and he felt her shudder as they trailed upward.

Courtney's head arched back and her legs spread, inviting him to bring his hand between them. She was sweating heavily, her heart beating rapidly, and was growing dizzy with arousal. Rob brought his hand further inward, both of them forgetting that they were surrounded by other people, and felt the slickness of her perspiration coating her inner thigh. It slid upward and brushed against her pubic mound. She jolted back against him, and he heard her moan this time because the song was changing.

The music resumed unbroken, the brief silence filled with rumbling bass and higher electronic chirps, music Rob would have never listened to in any other situation, but now understanding its reason for existence. His fingers pressed more firmly against her pussy through the lace of her panties, the dampness of the crotch betraying her intense arousal. Rob's swollen cock flexed inside his jeans, a movement felt by Courtney whose ass was practically glued to his crotch.

The illusion of dancing ended, now it was just Courtney allowing herself to be felt up in the midst of all her friends. No one seemed to notice though, they were all so lost in their own drunken fumblings that they didn't noticed how far Courtney's dress was hiked up, or that Rob's hand was between her legs, or that his other hand was obviously fondling her left breast as she crushed her body against his. Courtney's hand guided Rob's massaging of her breast, but left him to explore what lay between her legs on his own.

He prodded at her vulva, pressing his fingers against her glistening labia over her panties. Rob grew bolder and slid his middle finger along the cleft formed by her swollen lips, the wetness of her sex coating the pad of his finger. Courtney didn't stop him, and savored the danger of what they were doing. She combed her fingers through his hair, grabbing it tight when his fingers pushed aside the narrow band of fabric separating her labia and his probing fingers.

Courtney groaned deeply as his finger rubbed against the naked outer lip of her pussy, her panties still cover part of her dripping sex. Rob was about to go further when the music died and the audio from the TV came on.

"And now the ball is being lowered," the voice of the newscaster came on, "and the countdown of the year's final moments has begun."

"10...9...8..." the crowd in New York and at Courtney's house chanted, "7...6...5...", Courtney turned, facing Rob, "4...3...2..." she grabbed the back of his head as he cupped the back of hers, "1..." their lips fused together, "Happy New Year!"

Shouts of jubilation erupted from all corners of the house, and their tongues found each other. Her body moulded to his, stretched up against him as they kissed each other deep. A chorus of Auld Lang Syne went up among the drunken attendees, and couples all over kissed. Courtney's mouth was sweet from the cooler she'd been drinking, her lips were soft but provided the perfect amount of resistance, her tongue worked around his in time to the old tune.

Their mouths remained locked while the house around them erupted, lost in the kiss and in each other. They made out openly for the entirety of the song, parting at last when it faded away and was replaced by exclamations of 'Happy New Year'. Courtney looked at him, her eyes dark and burning with desire. The look was matched in Rob's eyes which looked particularly green in this light and blazed with hunger for the young woman standing in front of him.

Courtney was torn then, she wanted to stay with him, but she had to make sure that nobody tried to leave while they were drunk. She'd confiscated keys and had hidden them away, but she couldn't be sure that everyone had relinquished them. The spell between them was broken as the music resumed and Courtney came to her senses.

"I... I have to go," she said. "Thanks for the dance!" she said over the music.

Rob was disappointed that she wanted to leave, but didn't argue. Going with the flow had worked out well so far, maybe he'd run into her again before the night was through.

"Anytime!" he replied.

Courtney smiled wide and pulled away from him for the first time in forty minutes, her dress sticking to her body from her sweat. She kissed him one more time, running her hand along his stomach, stopping just before the bulge inside his jeans.

"Have a good night," she told him, her mouth a quarter of an inch from his ear, giving his groin a playful pat before walking away.

Rob's eyes followed her as she went, her hips swaying as she moved, her ass moving back and forth hypnotically. He was broken from the trance Courtney had put him in by a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw that it was Wayne, grinning widely. They walked away from the writhing mob of dancers, and grabbed a drink each from the dwindling supply at the drink table. Wayne led him outside through the back patio door, and Rob breathed in the cold air gratefully.

"So, you and Courtney huh?" Wayne asked, taking a thoughtful sip from the can in his hand.

Rob shrugged. "She's cool I guess," he replied casually. The truth was that it'd taken a great deal of self-control not to run after her as she'd left him on the dance floor.

"More smoking hot than cool, but whatever temperature you choose, judging by what you two call dancing you might need one of these," Wayne said, slipping a string of condoms out from his pocket.

He ripped one free and handed it to Rob, who slid it into his pocket.

"Thanks," he said.

"Just a word of warning," Wayne said.

"What?" Rob asked.

"Karen and Courtney, they're best friends. I don't know what went on between you and Karen, but jumping onto her best friend right after might not be wise," Wayne replied.

"Karen's with Adam. She's the one that told me to talk to Courtney in the first place," Rob said.

Wayne lifted his hands conciliatorily. "Alright, just giving you a heads up."

"Wayne!" came a female voice from behind them. "Come on, we're up!"

They turned, and Rob saw that the voice belonged to a very pretty blonde, a petite girl wearing a black skirt and a royal blue blouse.

"Okay Amy," he said.

"Amy?" Rob asked.

Wayne shrugged and grinned. She must have been the mystery person Wayne had been trying to find earlier. Rob had seen him talking to her a few times before around campus, but Wayne had declined to give him her name.

"You'll crush her," he said.

"'There is no exquisite beauty... without some strangeness in the proportion'," he replied.

"Jesus, you really do have a quote for everything don't you?" Rob asked.

"I am a man of few original words," he replied.

Rob laughed. "You get a lot weirder when you're drunk you know that?"

Wayne joined his laughter and they went back inside the house. Rob had thought that the party had been in full swing in the lead up to midnight, but he'd been wrong. As they entered the house, they entered pandemonium. Rob was swept up in it, laughing hard with people he hardly knew but wish he did, drinking more than his fill, admiring the beautiful young women that surrounded him. He went into the kitchen to look for Courtney and caught a couple having sex on the counter. He quietly retreated and left them to it.

He entered the dining room, where the loss of the table meant that there was a wide open space. There was one topless girl lying on her back, a redhead with large breasts contained in a purple bra. A blonde, tall and slender was taking a body shot off of the redhead's stomach, drawing forth a chorus of cheers. Rob looked around, still no Courtney. He decided to give up, and returned to the living room where Wayne was still playing his game of Beer Pong. Rob joined the crowd to watch.

Courtney guided her friend up the stairs, keeping Brianna steady while the tall blonde girl giggled hysterically. They made it to her room, and Courtney helped her roll onto the bed, still fully clothed. The drunken girl tried to pull Courtney into a kiss, but she pushed her away gently. Courtney pulled off Brianna's shoes and laid them at the foot of the bed. She grunted her thanks and fell asleep almost instantly. Courtney moved her friend's unconscious form so that she was lying on her side rather than her back, her face now pointing toward the wall.

She really wished Brianna didn't always drink to the point of blacking out, but was relieved that she'd found her before some guy had. The last thing Brianna needed was to wake up with a guy, it would just confuse her. It had taken her long enough to come to terms with her sexuality as it was, and had taken great lengths to hide the truth of it in high school.

She'd dated a guy named Cal for much of high school, who was also gay. He'd been incredibly good looking: athletic, well-dressed, well-groomed, many girls had fawned over him. Brianna and Cal were close friends, but appeared to be lovers. Brianna had never even kissed a boy, and had no interest in doing so. Cal had since moved for school, living in California with his grandparents while attending UCLA.

Courtney had kept Brianna and Karen separated that evening, worried that a fight could break out between them after what Karen thought Brianna had done. She didn't think that Brianna would have lied about Adam cheating on Karen. She'd never known her friend to be dishonest with her, certainly not about something like that. Either Adam had been very convincing, or Karen had chosen to believe what she'd wanted to hear, rather than what made sense.

Courtney left her bedroom once she was satisfied that Brianna was alright, and returned downstairs. The party was dwindling, the guests who were still sober or had a sober ride had left, and people were finding corners in which to sleep. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she was met by Karen and Adam.

"Courtney!" Karen exclaimed happily. She hugged her friend tight, and Courtney hugged her back while Adam smirked in amusement.

"Do you two need a place to sleep?" she asked, giving Adam a pointed look.

He shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes," Karen said, she came in close to Courtney. "Somewhere private," she said conspiratorially.

"Winston's in my Dad's room, but the guest room doesn't have anyone in it, just make sure you lock the door," she said.

"Right-o," Adam said. "Off we go, Karen-o," he declared, clearly wasted.

Karen giggled and let him pull her up the stairs for what Courtney was sure would not be the best sex they'd ever had. She did a quick survey, making sure everyone was reasonably comfortable. The Beer Pong tournament was reaching a close, two final teams remained, and the crowd had long since lost interest. Satisfied that the party was all but done, Courtney returned upstairs and went to her bedroom. She rummaged inside her underwear drawer, finding the lighter and joint that was hidden inside.

Rob watched as the final shot of the tournament was thrown, not really having any stake in the outcome as Wayne and Amy had been eliminated in the game before. The ball went in and the winners cheered, and the final remains of the crowd began to disperse. Rob realised he didn't have a place to sleep. He decided to go to the washroom and then find a nice spot on the floor to crash. The bathroom on the lower level was occupied by the redhead he'd seen earlier, who was holding back the hair of a brunette he didn't recognize as she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

He decided to try the bathroom upstairs, the house strangely quiet as he walked through it. Gentle moans of couples celebrating the New Year, and snores of those passed out replacing the din of before. He reached the hallway, his bladder fit to burst, and found the bathroom at last. Rob pushed through the door and saw a figure near the toilet. He looked away, recognizing it as female. He heard a familiar laugh and turned, seeing Courtney sitting on top of the tank. The window was open behind her, and he saw a stream of smoke pass between her lips as she blew it outside.

"Lost?" she asked.

Rob shook his head. "Need to take a leak."

"Alright," she said hopping off of the tank.

He realised she wasn't leaving, and decided to accept her challenge. Rob went to the toilet and undid his belt. He drew down his fly, and Courtney averted her eyes politely as he drew out his cock. Rob started reciting pi in his head to relax, getting to '...two-six' before his stream started. He sighed as the pressure in his bladder was released, a steady stream pouring out from him for a long time. Courtney looked away as though nothing unusual was happening, and after he'd shaken and tucked his cock away she turned her eyes back to him.

Rob flushed and closed the lid of the toilet. Courtney watched him as he washed his hands and dried them on the towel.

"Want some?" she asked, holding out her joint.

She was mostly joking. The Rob Kavanagh she thought she knew was too much of a goody-two-shoes to do drugs.

"Sure," he said.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Alright," she said as an idea formed in her already drug addled mind. "Come here."

Rob came near and she took a drag, surprising him when she pressed her mouth against his. His lips opened and she breathed out, pushing the smoke into his mouth. Rob inhaled, taking it into his lungs. The kiss lingered, and Rob held it in his lungs until Courtney pulled away. She was impressed by how well he took the hit when he didn't cough at all. He exhaled, letting the smoke drift out into the night.

"You're full of surprises," Courtney said, taking another hit.

"I was thinking the same about you," he replied with a grin. She held out the joint to him and he took another drag himself.

They fell silent, the effects of the marijuana taking over. Rob's mind grew foggy, and he felt himself being lifted. A pleasant buzzing filled his head, and everything seemed to slow. He looked at Courtney, and saw that she was gazing at him, but also seemingly... through him. Her eyes were so intent that he felt like she was staring not just at him, but into his soul. His eyes ran up her stocking-clad legs, his mind going back to earlier when he'd had his hand between them.

His eyes came up and he saw that she'd caught him staring at her, and felt like she'd been reading his thoughts. Courtney gave a small laugh, and Rob laughed too. Soon the two were laughing together, the sound of her laughter the most beautiful thing Rob felt like he'd ever heard. It seemed to trigger something inside of him, and suddenly he remembered being in detention with Courtney years earlier.

"Do you remember when we had detention together?" he asked her.

"Yeah," Courtney said, disproportionately happy that he'd remembered.

"He was like... religious, you know? Mr. Elford," Rob said.

"Yeah, he was," Courtney replied.

"What was he? Mormon?" he asked.

Courtney laughed. "Maybe. He always seemed to have a stick up his ass anyway."

"I don't think that's a part of Mormonism," Rob said.

"No, that was just his personality," Courtney agreed.

The two laughed, and kept smoking until the joint reached its end. They talked about mundane things, nothing earth-shattering but feeling like it was in their mutual fog. They waved the rest of the smoke towards the window before closing it. It squeaked as Courtney shut it, and Rob heard something shift behind the shower curtain. He jumped back and then began to laugh hysterically, trying to stay quiet so he didn't wake up whoever was sleeping in the bathtub.

Courtney joined him in his hysterics, pressing her finger to her lips conspiratorially and drew back the curtain. Rob lost it completely when he saw that it was Wayne and Amy, their limbs tangled together and a towel thrown over them. Strangeness in proportion indeed, he thought to himself. He and Courtney retreated, and let their laughter out in the hallway, holding onto each other to keep as their bodies were wracked by violent convulsions of laughter.

The two laughed for what felt like a long time, but was probably much shorter. Time seemed to be passing by slowly, which was okay with Rob because he liked being with Courtney.

"Where are you sleeping?" she asked him after they'd recovered from their laughing fit.

"Dunno," he said, right now he was so relaxed he felt like he could have slept standing.

He felt more drunk than he should have, the marijuana amplifying the effects of the alcohol.

"Why don't you come to my room, there's plenty of space on the bed," Courtney suggested.

Rob laughed. "Ms. Maclean, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked.

Courtney laughed too. "With every breath I take," she said, her candor made possible by her state of inebriation.

The two laughed and Courtney led him to her bedroom. She turned and kissed him as he kicked the door shut behind them. Courtney used her hold on him to pull them backward towards the bed that dominated the back left corner of the room. The back of her legs hit the bed, and she fell backward with an excited whoop. Rob followed her, bracing her fall with his hand on her back, letting her land softly against the mattress while their lips rejoined. They hummed into the kiss, either Courtney was the best kisser Rob had ever encountered, or the effects of the marijuana were making him extra sensitive.

Tactile sensation seemed to be increased, Rob felt as though he were aware of every little bump on her tongue as it slid along his. He slid his hand up along her side, coming to her ribcage and then coming around to lay it over her ripe breast. Courtney gasped when his hand applied pressure to her tit, her body flooding with arousal, creating in her an urgent need to be with him.

Rob noticed the increased urgency in the motions of her tongue, their saliva growing homogenous as the kiss endured. Courtney ran her hand along his back, smooth swiping motions, feeling his muscles through his shirt. She kicked off her shoes, letting them clatter to the floor. The stroking felt intensely intimate and their kisses grew more familiar, softer and more luxuriant.

Rob tasted her mouth slowly, the bouquet of flavours that constituted her mouth filling his wonderfully. He pressed his right hand against her left cheek, feeling the warmth of her flushed face beneath his palm. His thumb trailed against her gently sloping cheekbone, and she giggled against his mouth when it brushed against her nose accidentally. Rob pulled away from the kiss and looked down into her smiling face.

"We are so high," Courtney said laughing.

Rob laughed too and kissed her again, her giggling stopped and her soft exclamations of pleasure and excitement resumed. He ran his hand down to her jawline and pressed it against her throat. He slid his hand through her hair to the back of her neck, fascinated by how soft her skin was and the wonderful warmth that seemed to pour out of every pour. Courtney had become entranced by his hair, her fingers combing through it lazily, feeling every strand between her fingers, tugging at it playfully to draw him deeper into the kiss.