Taken By The Wind Ch. 12

"Then she should damn well act like it," Courtney said. "Or she isn't worth your time getting upset about."

Brianna shook her head. "I can't just give up on her Courtney, it isn't that easy for me. I think I love her."

"Already?" Courtney asked doubtfully.

"It took you like twenty minutes with Rob!" Brianna retorted defensively.

She had a point.

"Yes," Courtney replied. "The Kavanagh kids do seem to have the ability to trap hearts fast."

"At least in your case Rob didn't run away to New York with you to be with all sorts of other girls," Brianna replied.

Courtney tilted her head to concede her point. "Do you think she's actually been chasing other girls?" she asked skeptically. From what she knew Jane was doing little other than work and school.

"Jane doesn't have to chase," Brianna reminded Courtney unhappily.

"Hmm..." Courtney intoned thoughtfully.

"What?" Brianna asked.

"What if she did?" Courtney asked. Then, as she redid her friend's makeup, she did her favorite thing.

She devised a plan.

***

"This is not a good idea," Rob told her.

Courtney ignored him. Her parents were home and all of the party guests had now left apart from Rob and Karen, both of whom were staying the night. Rob had had more to drink than he normally allowed himself, and it was decided that it would be easier for him to stay the night and drive his car home the following morning rather than get a ride home with Wayne and Amy only to have to come back and get it. They were in Courtney's bedroom under the pretext of getting Rob out of his costume.

"We're not wasting the opportunity to do this," she told him.

They had tried to do 'this' earlier, but Karen had... well not walked in on them, more of the reverse. At any rate Harley's motor was now revving, and her 'Puddin'' needed to take care of her.

"But they're..."

"Gone to bed," she said. "So long as we're not too loud they won't even notice."

"What about Karen?" Rob asked. His protestations had grown noticeably weaker since she had gotten the buckle of his belt undone and started fiddling with his fly.

"She's in the shower," Courtney replied impatiently. She made a sound of triumph as she got the button undone and drew down his zipper. Her hand reached inside and reached through the fly of his boxer shorts. She found his semi-erect member inside and drew it out into the open. Rob reached down and took hold of her wrist before she began to stroke him. Courtney's dark eyes looked up at him.

"We shouldn't do this," Rob told her.

"Since when did you turn into a little bitch?" she asked him. "You're the Joker for Christ's sake. Chaos is your element."

"'I just do... things'," Rob replied with a smirk.

Courtney rolled her eyes but knew she was getting what she wanted. She worked his cock with her hand until it rose to full stiffness. Rob was leaning back against her desk as she came forward and drew him into her mouth. He looked down at her paled out face and darkened eyes. It was still Courtney but it was weird to see her with different colored hair and so much makeup distorting her features. The mouth was familiar, however, and the sensations it brought were incredible.

Rob reached down and pressed his hand against the top of her head. The pigtails the wig was stylized into swayed as Courtney's mouth glided along his shaft, and her saliva soon gleamed along the entire length. He slid far enough to hit the back of her mouth, and she gagged softly before pulling back to the head. Her lips wrapped tight around the helm and her tongue swirled around it. Rob gripped her pigtails and used them as levers as he started to thrust his hips against her.

Courtney remained still as he sawed his shaft in and out of her mouth. The helm brushed the back of her mouth and slid into her throat. She fought her gag reflex and his cock slid in a bit further before he pulled back once more. With Courtney knelt before him, breasts squeezed together and pushed up in their corset, and lower body wrapped tight in leather, Rob soon forgot to be worried about the threat of interruptions from her family or Karen.

However, they remained aware of their limited time. Courtney wished they had been able to play around more, she was enjoying the oddness of being dressed up as a comic book villain while giving her boyfriend a blowjob, however having sex while being dressed up as a comic book villain seemed like an even more fun idea. She pulled back from him and got to her feet. The boots made her taller, but she still had to stretch and he had to lean down for her to kiss him.

Courtney's hands undid his suit jacket and she drew it over his shoulders as they kissed. She tossed it to her office chair as she began undoing the waistcoat he wore, discarding that in the same manner as his jacket before starting to work on his shirt. With that off, and Rob unable to contain himself any longer, he whirled her around and pushed her forward. Courtney braced her hands on either side of the door leading out of her bedroom as Rob tried to get her pants pulled down.

"These are fucking tight," he told her. He had the belt and fly undone but they would not go down. He drew the belt from the loops and threw it to the floor as he pulled down harder.

"Sort of the point," she replied flippantly.

Rob gave her a playful swat on her ass for her lip, and a slight tremor went through Courtney. He yanked more insistently, and the clinging leather went over her flared hips and over her well-rounded buns. After pulling them down to the middle of her thighs Rob positioned himself behind her. Courtney was already wet. She had been interrupted twice that night; first with Rob by Karen, and then with Karen by Brianna. She could not wait any longer, and she gasped in relief as his swollen cockhead pushed past her opening.

Rob pushed his hips forward and upward, and slid into her hot, wet sex. Courtney could see both herself and him in the mirror, and remembered the day back in the early part of their relationship when she had freaked out about him telling her that he loved her. She looked different now, and not just because of the makeup. She looked comfortable in a way she had not been at the time. She looked like someone confident in how they felt and was unafraid of it.

When Rob's hips lunged forward, her mouth opened and she had to fight back a groan. The head of his shaft knocked against her G-spot as it slid all the way up to tickle her cervix. There was no teasing or playing, which was weird for them. Rob simply started fucking Courtney hard and fast, with the sole goal of the two of them achieving climax. One of his hands rested on her hip while the other curled around her shoulder. He used the holds to leverage the thrusts that caused Courtney to reel forward and groan lowly.

Rob's hips slapped against her, her firm ass served as an excellent cushion for the collision between their two bodies. His balls swung forward at the apex of each thrust, and they brushed against Courtney every time he drove up into her. She watched him from over her shoulder, and saw the determined expression on his face as he worked his hips into her. It was a bit weird to look at him with the smile still drawn on with makeup so she shut her eyes and focused on how it felt to have his cock slammed into her repeatedly.

Rob watched her breasts jiggling inside the corset from the force of his body colliding with hers, and he reached around to cup one of the wobbling swells through the leather. His other hand reached around her and he began to toy with her clit. Courtney groaned from the sensation and her hands shifted, coming closer together as she braced herself more heavily against them. A tingling sensation was beginning to form, something more than just arousal, a pressure forming at her middle.

"Oh shit," Courtney moaned. "Keep going," she told him heatedly.

Rob brought his hand up from her breast and pressed it over her mouth as she became unable to fight back her pleasurable utterances herself. His hips continued to slap against her and the tingling inside her began to intensify, and it began to grow stronger around her clit. Rob flicked the sensitive bud with the end of his middle finger, and then circled around it. Rob could feel the heat of Courtney's breath as she exhaled in his hand, and the sounds she was making, though muffled, were making it clear that she was close.

Just a little more, Courtney thought to herself. She felt her body readying itself for the sudden release of pressure that was welling up inside of her. Rob was merciless in his manipulation of her clit and the thundering pace of his hips. She was close, she was so close...

Then the doorknob turned.

Rob stopped and pulled back. Courtney exhaled in frustration as his hand pulled away from her mouth and his rigid cock slid from her pussy gleaming with her nectar.

"Guys?" Karen tried to push the door open but Courtney held it closed.

Rob yanked his pants up and fastened his belt.

"Guys, there's something blocking the door," Karen said.

"Just a second," Courtney said as she scrambled to get her own pants back up with Rob's help.

"She's got impeccable timing," Rob commented under his breath.

Courtney flashed him a look and then opened the door. Karen was standing there, her hair wet and hanging around her shoulders, and a towel wrapped around her body. She was holding a sleeping Winston in her arms as she entered the room. Fortunately the makeup hid their flushed faces, though Courtney's wig was slightly askew and Karen blushed as she got an idea of what they might have been up to.

"We should get your makeup off," she told Rob.

"Right," he said. He was slightly distracted by the raging hard-on he had stuffed in his pants and the dripping girl in front of him.

"We'll use the bathroom up here," Courtney said as she grabbed his hand.

"Okay," Rob replied as she pulled him through the door.

"Goodnight Rob," Karen said with a small smile of amusement.

The towel she wore stopped above her knees, and exposed her legs to the air.

"Goodnight," he replied.

Courtney pulled Rob down the hall and they entered the bathroom. Rob had her pants back down around her thighs almost as soon as he kicked the door behind him. He lifted Courtney and sat her on the countertop. His hand went between her legs and he slid two fingers into her. He pressed his hands over her mouth and Courtney stared at him with glazed eyes as he began to finger her furiously. He found her G-spot and applied constant pressure to it as he worked his fingers in and out of her rapidly.

Rob knew how to get her off fast if he had to, and this was one of the guaranteed ways to do it. Although he had done nothing to tease her that night, she was wound up like a top, and the assault of his fingers had the precise effect he knew they would. Her pussy clamped down and her fingers and his palm became flooded with her nectar. The veins on her neck bulged and her eyes squeezed shut as she shook in forced silence on the counter.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Someone in there?" came Jim's voice.

Rob's eyes widened and Courtney's snapped open. They looked at each other in terror as Rob pulled away and Courtney hauled her pants back up her still trembling legs. They had had the foresight to lock the door, which kept Courtney's father from entering the bathroom and catching her with her pants down. There was an irritated knock at the door.

"Just a second Daddy," Courtney called in a shaky voice.

There was a moment's scuffle before she opened the door. Jim looked at them suspiciously.

"What are you two up to?" he asked.

"Just getting the makeup cleared off Rob's face," Courtney replied innocently.

Jim nodded. "You did a damn good job with his costume," he told her. "Though I think you could have gone a little more traditional with yours," he said.

Courtney lowered her eyes demurely; something Rob had never seen Courtney do before.

"It's a bit much I guess," she replied with false shyness. "But it's what the character looks like."

Jim nodded at his daughter uncertainly. "Well, anyway. I need to use the facilities, but I guess I'll go downstairs."

"Thanks Daddy," Courtney replied. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said.

"Goodnight Jim," Rob said.

Jim nodded and shut the door behind him. Courtney giggled when his footfalls faded away and Rob finally let himself breathe again.

"You looked terrified," Courtney said.

"You're nuts," he told her.

"Hey, you're the one who shoved your hand in my pants. I just went along with it," she told him.

The two laughed and Courtney cleared away the makeup from both their faces, and helped him wash the dye from his hair. After that was done they left the bathroom and went to Courtney's room. They opened the door and Winston came running out. He was insistent on staying with Rob, who departed for the sofa bed down in the basement while Courtney joined Karen in her bedroom.

Courtney entered her bedroom to find Karen sitting on her bed in her panties and a tank top, rubbing lotion into her legs. The dark haired girl turned and smiled.

"You two haven't slowed down at all," she commented.

Courtney grinned sheepishly. "Did you have fun?" she asked.

"Yeah," she said. "It's kind of weird, but I knew basically everyone and it just felt... normal. I was worried after Brianna saw us, she seemed really upset."

Courtney nodded. "She's all messed around right now."

She did not elaborate on the details of their conversation. Brianna's words had scared Courtney, even if she had tried to dismiss them.

"She seemed better when you two got back to the party," Karen replied.

"Yeah," Courtney said, "I gave her some advice for dealing with Jane."

"Ignore her for a bit?" Karen asked.

Courtney nodded. "Yeah, basically. It's weird that Brianna doesn't know these things."

Karen shrugged. "She's never dated before. She's never had to deal with the drama."

Courtney sighed. "I almost envy her that."

Karen laughed softly. "You and Rob don't exactly have a lot of drama between you."

Courtney nodded in admission. "That's true, I'm pretty lucky."

Neither mentioned the relationship issues Karen had had, they were already coming dangerously close to discussing Adam which was still a tough subject for Karen. Courtney chose to change the trajectory of the conversation.

Courtney smiled and sat down beside her friend. "You looked really pretty tonight."

The other girl shrugged. "And you look damn hot," Karen replied.

Courtney grinned. "Care to help me get out of this thing? I think it's starting to adhere."

Karen laughed. "Alright."

The two girls stood and Courtney worked on getting her wig off while Karen undid the ties of her corset. The garment grew slack around Courtney ribcage and she breathed deeply for the first time in hours.

"Oh, that's better," she said happily. She slid the garment from her shoulders, which left her in just her bra from the waist up. Courtney's fingers brushed against Karen's as the other girl helped her remove the bobby pins, and she felt a slight warming of her cheeks from the contact. She set the wig on her desk and removed the cap to let her own dark hair spill down her shoulders. Karen ran her fingers through Courtney's hair, smoothing it out, and massaging her scalp with her nails.

Courtney felt one of Karen's hand leave her hair and rest on her hip. It slid upward, her thumb tracing Courtney's tattoo idly. Karen's hand slid further up Courtney's flank, and her hand in her hair slid downward. It went between Courtney's shoulder blades and to the back band of her bra. Her other hand skirted along her ribcage and Courtney chewed on her lower lip as Karen undid the clasp of her bra. It grew slack around her and Karen's hand slid around to her front. Courtney shut her eyes pleasurably as Karen's hands went over her breasts.

"I bet these are sore," Karen said in a soft voice.

Courtney nodded and then gasped as her friend's hands applied pressure to the newly freed swells. Karen's mouth turned inward and Courtney could feel her breath against her neck as she hesitated for just a moment. Courtney's heart beat quickly in her chest and she stayed completely still out of fear of doing something that might startle Karen and make her stop. Karen's breath was hot against her flesh, and a long moment of silence passed between them.

Karen's mouth turned inward and her lips pressed against the warm flesh of Courtney's throat. Courtney shut her eyes and a smile of intense joy spread over her lips. That Karen was able to do this, that she could be physically intimate, was a sign of her recovery and that she was indeed getting better. Courtney was sure that Karen acted as though she was doing better than she really was, and that made it hard to tell how much progress her friend had really made.

Karen's hands squeezed down around Courtney's breasts, and the taller girl pushed back against her friend. She reached behind herself and slid her hand into Karen's damp hair, drawing her mouth more firmly to her neck. Karen's small hands were overfilled by Courtney's large breasts, but they knew their way around the heavy swells almost as well as Rob's did. Her touch was different, however. It was distinctly feminine. It was the touch of someone who also had breasts, and knew how they liked them to be touched.

Karen's teeth pressed gently into Courtney's flesh as she moved up her neck. She felt Courtney shudder against her and her heart rate increased. She was not sure what she was doing, one moment she was helping Courtney get out of her costume, the next she was groping her friend and drawing her earlobe into her mouth. Karen could not be sure where the confidence had come from, perhaps from earlier when Brianna had talked to her.

When Brianna and Courtney had returned to the party, the blonde girl had pulled Karen aside for a brief conversation. It was slightly awkward, but Brianna's surprising level of understanding and honesty had assured her that she and Courtney were not hurting her in any way by what they were doing. Karen had been quite scared that she had hurt Brianna. She was a new friend, but one that Karen held very dear. Hurting her would have been unacceptable.

It had done something more than relieve her of that brief period of worry, however. It had reminded Karen that it was okay to feel pain. That pain came with love, and even if the love came hard it would ultimately cast out the darkness of fear. Brianna's pain had been of a different kind, but it had also been healed by love. A different kind of love, yes, but love all the same.

Right now, Karen wanted the love of Courtney's body and knew that it was okay that she felt scared because it was terrifying to find that kind of love again after what she had experienced. It caused her pain to feel the desire she did and have it send her back to that afternoon. But the only way she was going to get through it was by facing the fear of that pain and find solace in those she loved. It would be a slow journey, she would have to fight tooth and nail for every inch, but she would make it.

They made her strong.

Karen pressed her teeth down on Courtney's earlobe gently, and the brunette hummed pleasurably as she took her nipples between her fingers and squeezed. Karen nibbled around Courtney's ear in the way she knew she liked, which made her friend gasp and push her ass back against her. She slid a hand own Courtney's body and ran her fingers lightly along the gentle definition of her abdominal muscles as she came to the waistline of her pants.

Karen's hand slid towards Courtney's middle while her mouth began to kiss downward along the slope of her neck. She undid the button and drew down the fly holding Courtney's pants shut. She slid her hand inside, going beneath Courtney's panties and over her bare mons. Her fingers curled as she slid deeper, and found her friend soaked.