Taken By The Wind Ch. 18

Gwen said nothing. Her input was as unnecessary as it would be inappropriate to give in the current situation.

"Do you think it might have worked if you and I weren't friends?" he asked her.

Gwen realized he was not yet done talking about him and Sarah. He looked off towards the mountain which was cast in shadows by the stars and crescent moon in the sky. His question bothered her, but she could not help but wonder if that was because she still felt he was being foolish or if it was because he had struck close to home. The two of them had never in any way interacted in a manner Gwen would have considered inappropriate, but Sarah had pointed to her as to the cause of her transgression the previous night.

"I don't know," she replied.

Richard turned to look at her. "What do you think?" he insisted.

"I don't think it matters," Gwen said. "It's over now. There's no point in worrying about the past."

Richard laughed humorlessly and took another long drink from the beer he was holding.

"What?" she asked.

"That's such a bullshit answer," he said.

Gwen bristled. "What do you mean?"

"Of course there's a point in worrying about the past," Richard says. "It's the stuff in the past that shapes everything in the present. The stuff that came before is what made the present possible. You're just giving me a non-answer because that's what you always do when I ask you anything related to relationships."

Gwen looked away from him and was silent. In that silence a realization came to Richard.

"You know, I don't actually know anything about you?" he said. "Like, I know what shows you watch and what books you like, but I don't know anything about your past."

"You never asked," Gwen said. She was uncomfortable with where the conversation had turned, but tried in vain to put forth a front of openness.

"Alright," Richard said challengingly. "This is me asking."

Gwen paused. "I don't know where to start," she said.

"You were born in Manchester, New Hampshire to..."

"Peter and Michelle Dobson," she replied. "But not in Manchester, I was born in New Caledonia. My parents were living there while my mother was there for work."

"See," Richard exclaimed. "I never knew that! How could I not know that?"

"You never asked," Gwen repeated. She was beginning to grow frustrated by this conversation.

"How can I feel like I know you so well, but really not know you at all?" Richard asked softly. He was no longer looking her way, and Gwen wondered if the question did not extend beyond herself.

Gwen turned to look at him. "I don't like to talk about it," she told him.

"Why not?" he asked. His head turned to face her straight on.

"It's not very happy," she said, and by doing so revealed far more than she wished to and encouraged the natural question:

"What do you mean?"

Gwen looked away from him again, normally she was better at dodging questions but she had had too much to drink and her mind was not as sharp as it needed to be.

"I don't think now's the time," she said. She began to get up but Richard's body turned and he pressed a hand to her shoulder to stop her. As they had talked they had grown increasingly close together. Uncomfortably close. Dangerously close.

His hand felt large on her shoulder, and though he was not truly restraining her Gwen became still. Her green eyes looked up into his brown. She saw the pain in his eyes, fresh and still unhealed. And Richard saw, for the first time, the pain in Gwen's. Unlike his it was old, scarred over and faded by time, and far deeper than the pain a simple breakup can cause. He wished to hold her, to draw in that pain and to take on some of the burden he saw in her for the first time.

Gwen did not withdraw as his face neared hers, and their eyes shut as their lips parted. Their mouths pressed together, and Gwen's hand pressed against Richard's bicep. Richard's hand slid from her shoulder and along her throat to the back of her neck, supporting it as the kiss lingered. His tongue prodded her lower lip tentatively, and Gwen abruptly recoiled.

"No," she said.

Richard drew back and looked at her confusedly.

"You're just off a break up," she said. "It's..."

"What I want," Richard finished for her. He tried to kiss her again but she stopped him steadfastly, despite her yearning for the reunion of their lips.

"Richard," she said softly. "Please, I don't..."

Richard was horrified when he realized she was crying.

"Gwen..." he said, "I'm so sorry."

"I can't hurt you," she insisted. Her voice cracked as she said it and Gwen looked away as tears welled up in her eyes. Treacherous tears that only encouraged the very sort of emotions she wished to kill within Richard. He embraced her and though she had been strong enough to stop the kiss she was too weak to stop the comforting gesture, just as she had been able to stop herself from becoming his friend despite the obvious mutual attraction between them.

"What do you mean?" Richard asked.

"I..." Gwen trailed off. "I have..."

Richard drew back and looked straight into her watery eyes.

"What do you have?" he asked.

Gwen could not lie, not to him. Not now. Not anymore. Not when he was asking her directly. She was so exhausted of telling lies through omission. So tired of pretending to be okay to everyone around her. Perhaps the alcohol had sapped her of her ability to keep the emotions bottled up, but with him she just could not keep up the façade any longer.

"It's Huntington's," she said shakily. "I have Huntington's."

Suddenly her strength left her and she clung to him tightly. It was weak of her, it was cruel of her, but she could not stop herself from taking solace in his presence. She had had far too much to drink, and she could hold back no longer. She avoided relationships, she avoided love, and she usually even avoided friendships, because at any time the symptoms could manifest themselves. It could be in one year, or ten, but there was no way to know and once it started there was no way to stop it. Gwen was unwilling to put anyone through what she and her father had gone through with her mother.

"Huntington's?" Richard asked softly.

"It's a neurodegenerative genetic disorder," Gwen said. "My..." she sobbed and his embrace tightened around her, making her feel despairingly better. She went on, she had never told anyone before and it was like a floodgate of honesty had finally opened within her.

Her mother had been diagnosed with the disorder at the age of twenty-nine, one year after having Gwen. The symptoms had been subtle at first, and had lacked a physical component. Her father had noticed it in her mood and cognition. Eventually she had become less coordinated than before, and not long after she had been diagnosed. The symptoms had grown progressively worse, including uncontrolled jerky movements along with a decline in her mental abilities.

There was no cure to be had, however there had been attempts to manage some of the symptoms. Gwen had grown up knowing her mother could die at any time, and slowly watched as she went from the dynamic, beautiful woman who had been her mother to the frail woman who's mind rotted to the point where she did not remember the daughter she had once held dear. She had grown so bad that eventually she had been institutionalized, where she had died at the age of forty.

Gwen had been only twelve.

Gwen told him all this as she wept bitterly against his bare chest. The intimacy of the situation was hardly noticeable to her now. She was, for the first time, telling someone about her past. She told him of the awful, hateful things her mother had screeched at her in her deranged state. Gwen understood now that it had been her illness, but at the time it had felt as though the mother she loved despised her for absolutely no reason and those memories tainted the earlier fond ones.

Richard knew nothing else to do but to hold her. He muttered soothing words to her, and kissed her consolingly on the top of the head. Eventually she released him from the embrace and he loosened his arms around her. Their eyes met, but Gwen's furtively looked away after just a moment.

"Why did you never tell me?" he asked.

"You never asked," she replied.

Gwen had regained some control over herself again. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand with annoyance and frustration. She had had far too much to drink and she had shared too much already, but saw no reason to stop now.

"There's something called 'genetic anticipation'," she told him in a flat voice. "Which basically means that with each successive generation the disease can develop earlier in life. It hasn't started yet for me, but it probably will soon. I had a fifty-fifty chance of inheriting it... I guess I lost that coin toss."

"How do you know you have it at all?" Richard asked.

"Genetic testing," Gwen said. "I had it done when I was sixteen when... Well, when I started wanting to date boys. The disease didn't just kill my mother Richard, it destroyed my father. I won't do that to anyone else, it's bad enough that Dad has to live through it again with me. Asking that of anyone else is something I'm not willing to do."

That explained the one night stands Sarah had taunted her with earlier in the trip. Gwen was still healthy, she still felt sexual desire, however the only way she could satisfy that need in her mind was through casual hookups.

"But what if you're not asking that of someone?" Richard asked.

"What do you mean?" Gwen asked.

"What if someone still falls in love with you?" he asked.

Gwen looked at him with a pained expression.

"Then I'll break their heart."

"And what if their heart's already broken?" he asked.

Gwen had no answer to that question, though she would have had no opportunity to provide one if she had. Richard moved to kiss her and she did not stop him. She had craved it for so long, and she had had far too much to drink. So she kissed him back, knowing it was selfish and knowing it was foolish, she kissed him back with the full ferocity of everything she felt for him.

Richard pulled her into his lap and she ran her hands through his hair as she straddled his thighs. She ached for him desperately, yearned for him. She felt such pain and he felt such pain, perhaps together they could make the pain subside for just a while.

"Only once," she gasped between kisses.

"Only once," Richard echoed.

Gwen knew his words were a lie, but she chose to be deceived. She kissed him deeply, desperately, and heard her own breathlessness over the drumming of her heart within her. Her shoulders were above the water, and her flesh was exposed to the frigid night air. Richard felt the goose bumps that lined her flesh and tightened his hold around her waist. He unsteadily pushed forward and rose to his feet, holding her to him as he rose from the water.

If Gwen was surprised by the sudden movement beneath her, she made no indication of it. Both their flushed, soaked bodies were engulfed by the cold air of the night but continued to kiss with trembling lips as Richard carried Gwen out of the tub and towards the cottage. Gwen gasped when her back impacted the sliding glass door behind her, and their dripping forms writhed together in a carnal embrace as they kissed with searing passion.

They shivered against each other, kissing until their lips grew numb before Richard reached blindly for the door handle. He stepped through the door and shut it behind him blindly as his lips remained locked with Gwen's. He slid the door shut behind him and then staggered forward until his legs struck the table. The legs dragged along the linoleum floor loudly, but neither took the time to worry about being overheard.

They kissed deeply, icy water dripping from their bodies. It pooled beneath Gwen as he sat her on the table, and dripped to the floor in a puddle that surrounded Richard's feet. Her legs were wrapped around him, and drew his groin against her crotch with surprising strength. They ground against one another, eager for each other, but this was not yet their final destination.

Richard lifted Gwen once more and turned in the direction of her bedroom. The door was open, and he stepped through the threshold into the room. He kicked the door shut behind him and stumbled forward in his drunkenness until he tripped over the bed. Gwen fell from his arms with an unhappy cry and lay sprawled out before him as he stood hunched over the end of the bed gazing at her for a moment.

Gwen watched as he straightened unsteadily and slid his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks. He pushed them down his legs and stepped out of the sodden garment. As he did she wiggled out from her wetly clinging bikini bottoms. She tossed them away and gazed at the young man standing unsteadily at the foot of her bed. Gwen's eyes took in his naked, masculine form as he crawled onto the bed towards her. Her heart raced in her chest as he settled on top of her and their lips came together once more.

Richard's fingers slid into her wet hair, while Gwen's wrapped around his hard cock. Her hand was cold, and he gasped as it gripped his rigid manhood.

"Condom?" he asked breathlessly as he drew away from the kiss.

"I'm on birth control," she replied while already steering the head of his cock to her warm center with her cold hand.

Gwen breathed in sharply as the opening to her channel was spread by the helm of his manhood, and Richard groaned softly as the heat of her body surrounded him. Their lips came together, shaky with emotion as they were joined for the first and proclaimed only time. Gwen gasped as he bottomed out inside of her, and he exhaled hotly through his nostrils as the walls of her channel embrace him tightly.

Gwen moved with Richard as he thrust into her. There was no control to any of their motions, but they were graceful in their careless abandon to the other. Driven by instinct they made love beautifully, the world around them fading away until all that remained were their wet, writhing forms. They kissed as though the other's mouth housed the elixir to the lethal poison they had just consumed. They ground together, squirmed atop the mattress in the most carnal of dances.

The sheets grew wet beneath them from the water on their skin. Their flesh grew hot from the exertion of their motions. Gwen's legs and arms squeezed tightly around Richard, and her breasts pressed against his firm chest. Her nipples were rigid, and pressed into his flesh through the sodden material of her bikini top. Her breathing quickened and an overwhelming heat filled her body, banishing the last of the chill from her extremities.

Gwen's arms squeezed around him, her legs constricted around him, and her mouth broke away from his so that she could cry out in orgasmic release. The embrace her sex held his manhood in tightened, and he groaned as he own climax hit him. Everything seized up. The two figures mashed themselves together as tightly as they could, rocking against each other in a desperate attempt to prolong the exquisite sensations they had extracted from the other.

Gwen felt Richard's seed flow into her, and shuddered with great pleasure as he panted above her. He was so warm above her, so warm within her. She held him with both her arms and legs, though both their orgasms had drawn to a close. She kept her hold on his head, and felt his breathing against her neck go from panting to regular. She felt his erection recede within her, however he was long enough flaccid to remain within her even after he had softened.

Richard kissed her neck softly and ran his hand through her damp hair with great tenderness. His mouth went to her jaw, and then to her mouth. She was reluctant to allow it at first, but she kissed him with equal affection before relaxing her legs around him. Richard rolled onto his side, but drew her with him and the kiss endured. Gwen felt the loss of his manhood inside her as he slid free from her body at last, and feared that she may be unable to resist the temptation to have it there again.

***

Amy groaned as the toy churned inside her weeping pussy. The vocalization had not been caused by the vibrator, however. No, that had been because of Wayne's fat cockhead pushing past her anal sphincter. She tensed against her restraints, the lean muscles of her arms and legs flexing as she pulled against them. Her erect nipples dragged along the smooth sheet beneath her, and though she was blindfolded she could see in her mind's eye what Wayne looked like crouched over her.

Another groan escaped her as more of his long, thick shaft slid past her anus and into her rectum. It was muted by the black ball-gag in her mouth, which she bit down on to help her get through the uncomfortable penetration. The toy strapped to her by way of a harness continued to stir and vibrate in a most scintillating way inside her. Amy loved anal, but she was extremely tight and it took a while for her body to get to the same place her mind was at sometimes.

Wayne was patient, however, and he slowly worked more of his length into the inferno of her ass. Amy's body was gleaming from the rub down he had given her prior to lubing her up and wedging himself inside of her. The vibrator had used to loosen her up had made her cum very violently, and she could only imagine what his cock was going to do for her. It was much longer and had a significantly greater girth, which meant that the inner membrane separating her rectum from her vaginal canal was squeezed even more tightly than before between the two separate objects penetrating her.

Amy preferred to be gagged for double penetration because she did not care to suppress her cries herself when so much else was going on. They had received a number of complaints since moving into the apartment from neighbors saying she was disturbing the peace with how vocal she got in the bedroom. If they had had Wayne in their bedroom they would not have been so quick to judge, however it had given them the encouragement to implement more gags in the bedroom.

Which Amy could only see as a win-win for everyone involved.

Wayne slid his throbbing member inch by inch into Amy's perfectly shaped ass, until finally his balls came to rest against the curve of her tight buttocks. He kept her cheeks spread, and watched how her anus clung to his shaft as he drew back a couple of inches. Amy groaned pleasurably as he slid back into her, her hands tightening around the edge of the mattress. There was a knock at the door and Amy groaned in frustration.

Surely it could not be a neighbor coming to complain about the noise?

Wayne withdrew, and Amy heard him stomping around the room to get dressed. He bent his erection back against his stomach and tied the drawstring of his shorts to hold it in place before making to leave the room. Amy groaned loudly from the bed and he smiled.

"Don't worry Baby Doll, I'll be right back," he replied.

Take out the vibrator! Amy wanted to exclaim, but all that came out was more moaning. Wayne left the room grinning at what he believed were his fiancée's protestations at being interrupted. The toy inside Amy continued to hum and turn, and she squirmed against her restraints. She could hear Winston yipping at the door in the other room. Courtney had asked her and Wayne to watch him for them, knowing how much she had enjoyed having the little dog over for a visit the last time.

Wayne reached the door and opened it to find Rob on the other side. He frowned in surprise.

"I thought you weren't going to be back until tomorrow," Wayne said.

Rob smirked. "Nice to see you too, Wayne."

"Sorry," Wayne replied. "It's just Amy and I are kind of in the middle of something."

Rob's eyebrows arched in amusement. "Well, I did call ahead but you weren't answering and Courtney wasn't going to let me just tell her I couldn't get her dog back for her because of that."