Taken By The Wind Ch. 18

Wayne nodded, conceding Rob's point. "True, I had it turned off."

The NFL draft was about a month and a half away, and his phone had been ringing constantly with scouts eager to promote the team they represented to him. It was immensely flattering to receive such attention, but it was hardly conducive to having an intimate afternoon with Amy so he had shut it off to give them peace.

"Well," he said. "I'll just take the dog and be on my way."

"Right," Wayne said, stepping back to let Rob in.

The two of them gathered up Winston's various toys, food and other accoutrements. While Rob was coaxing the pug into his carrier a very audible groan erupted from the bedroom. He looked up at Wayne whose eyes widened with a sudden realization.

"Oh shit," he hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Wayne ran to the bedroom and found Amy twisting and thrashing in orgasm. The toy, designed to be whisper quiet, was causing her to be very loud. He hurried to her as its rumbling overstimulated the already lit up nerve endings inside her pussy, and unstrapped it from her hips.

"Sorry," he said as the thick phallus slid from between the swollen lips of her pussy. Wayne reached forward and undid the ball-gag for her. As he did a gasp left his still trembling fiancée.

"Next time," she gasped exhaustedly. "Don't stop to chat with Rob while you've got me tied down with a vibrator on max stuffed up my cooch, okay?"

Amy was clearly unimpressed, and he kissed her cheek apologetically. "Do you want me to untie you so you can say 'Hi' to Rob?" he asked.

"Wayne," Amy said with forced patience. "Get rid of him, now."

"Right away Baby Doll," Wayne replied, and fled the room a second time.

Rob gave him a questioning look from where he stood by the door.

"Oh," he said. "She just... A stomach cramp," Wayne said lamely. "You know, that time of the month..."

"Wayne!" Amy shouted angrily from the bedroom.

"You should probably just go," Wayne said.

"Yeah that's probably a good idea," Rob agreed.

His friend left and Wayne returned to the bedroom.

"Baby—"

"Don't fucking Baby Doll me!" Amy exclaimed. "'That time of the month?' You do not tell anyone about my period."

"Well, technically since you're on the pill..." Wayne trailed off.

"Wise move, Teddy," Amy said. Even tied up as she was she was dangerous, and the tone she was using terrified Wayne.

"Listen," Wayne said. "Why don't I get the massage oil and..."

"Wayne if you don't fuck me right now until I can't move when you untie me, I'll rip your dick off," Amy snapped.

"Right-o," Wayne said, sidling in behind her. So it's this game, he thought to himself happily. She was not truly mad at him, or at least not as much as she was pretending to be. His job now was to render her practically catatonic to make up for his foolishness earlier.

"Gag or no gag?" he asked.

"Gag," she replied.

He agreed, this was best left between the two of them.

***

Richard and Gwen arrived in Cambridge from Lake Placid late that evening. The two had woken up entwined intimately together that morning. Gwen was horrified by her behavior, and Richard was very confused about what everything that had happened had really meant. Were they still just friends? Could they still be just friends? It did not seem possible, but by her behavior that day it seemed that that was precisely what Gwen wanted them to try and be.

It made for a very awkward car ride home. They had not left until fairly late in the afternoon, as neither had woken up until nearly noon. Neither had spoken very much during the entire car ride, which had taken just over five hours. Richard drove Gwen to the front entrance of her building in residence and helped her take her belongings out of the trunk of his car.

"I think it's better if I go up alone," Gwen said. Her eyes did not meet his when he looked at her.

"Okay," he said.

Gwen was about to say something, but then stopped herself. Richard watched her walk to the glass doors, suitcase rolling behind her, and disappear inside the building. He got back in his car and parked it in the student lot before going to his own room. His legs were sore and he considered going to work out to stretch them, however he was too drained to get the motivation for anything. So he surfed the internet for a while, talked to his roommate briefly about the trip while omitting anything truly noteworthy of what had happened, and grew increasingly drawn to his bed.

Richard stripped down to his boxers and a t-shirt, and was about to crawl under the covers when there was a knock at their door. His roommate was playing video games in his bedroom and was unable to hear anything with his headset on, so it fell to Richard to answer the door. He left his bedroom and when he opened the door saw the last person he expected to see, but the one he had been wishing to the most.

"Gwen..." he began.

"Fuck you!" she shouted.

Richard stepped back at her ferocity. She stepped into the apartment style dorm room and slammed the door shut behind her so loudly that it shook the door on its hinges.

"Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" she cried, tears shining in her eyes.

"Gwen, what are you..."

"Sarah went fucking ballistic!" Gwen exclaimed. "She said I'm the reason you two broke up, and that I'm..." she sobbed. "And I can't even say I'm not because we..."

Richard tried to embrace her but she swung at him.

"Leave me alone!" she shouted tearily.

Richard pulled her into his arms anyway, ignoring her as she beat her fists against his chest. She eventually sank into the embrace and sobbed against his chest, soaking the front of his t-shirt with her tears.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I... I don't know what I'm doing here."

Gwen sounded dazed, and more tired than Richard had ever heard anyone be in his life.

"I want you here," he told her.

His embrace was far too reassuring.

"I can't Richard," she replied in a choked voice.

"Just one night," Richard said. "You can stay here, away from her."

"Just one night," Gwen repeated.

Repeated though both knew that not what they wanted. Her hands slid up his back and into his hair, and her head tilted back as she drew him downward. She felt his hand press against the back of her head and guided her mouth to his. Her heart raced as their mouths came together, and she kissed him fiercely. She crushed her body against his and he steered her sideways. He pushed against her and she was pinned to the closet door at the entrance of the dorm room.

Gwen was terrified of what she was feeling. She had never allowed it before inside herself, and feared that it would be impossible to turn it off. Richard's hand slid through her hair, his fingers sliding through the tresses and his nails dragging gently along her scalp. She practically shook with how she felt about him. The previous night had been a release of tension, it had been a carnal way to avoid their real feelings. Now they were sober, and now they were not running.

Richard's mouth left Gwen's and went to her throat as his other hand slid into the part of her hooded sweater. It slid over the swell of her right breast over her t-shirt, and she hummed softly as he squeezed down on the shapely swell. That simple sound of happiness, that single expression of contented arousal unlocked an outpouring of affection for Gwen within Richard. He made himself withdraw from her and looked into her dazed eyes.

"Let's go to my room," he said.

Gwen looked at him for a moment, and seemed on the verge of cautioning him once again about falling in love with her. Before she could he took her hand and made for his bedroom. They entered and he shut the door behind them before drawing her back into a kiss. His hands slid along her front and he found the zipper of her sweater. He drew it the remainder of the way down, and pushed it over her shoulders.

Gwen let go of his shoulders to let the sweater slide down her arms and fall to the ground, and stepped over it as he walked towards her. She stepped backwards blindly, gripping the bottom of her shirt and drawing it over her head. Gwen had not thought to wear a bra with the sweater over her t-shirt, and so she was now topless in front of Richard. He pursued her and she fell in a controlled manner to the bed behind her with Richard's hand resting on her lower back and her embracing him around the neck.

Gwen gripped the bottom of Richard's t-shirt as he crawled over her, and pulled it over his head before he closed the distance to kiss her. The previous night he had been intoxicated, but tonight he was sober and Gwen already felt a difference in his motions. He was more patient, for one. His hands slid along her torso, sliding along her waist, flanks, breasts and stomach as though attempting to memorize every curve and swell.

But of course that was precisely what he was doing.

This may very well be the only chance Richard would ever get with Gwen. He was saying goodbye while introducing himself to her body. There was a certain solemnness to it all, but that was quickly burned away by the passion of the kiss and the excitement of the prospect of making love to her. He brought his mouth back to her neck and she combed her fingers through his hair as he kissed down along the wonderfully soft flesh.

Gwen smelt wonderful, she felt wonderful and she sounded wonderful. He had never noticed the huskiness to her voice she expressed now, but the rich warmth of her soft exhalations and whisper quiet whimpers provided an acoustic tapestry of feminine lust. He kissed lower, and her hands pushed against the top of his head eagerly as his mouth neared her breasts. His hands went over them and he kissed along the upper swell of her breasts.

Gwen breathed in when he trapped her stiff, pink nipples between his fingers and brought his mouth into the deep valley between her breasts. He widened his hand over her breast and squeezed down on the gelatinous swell as he trapped its nipple inside his suctioning mouth. She groaned softly as his tongue swept over the erect point and his lips sucked on as much of her breast as he could cram into his mouth. His lips slid towards each other and closed down around her nipple.

Gwen gasped as pressure was applied to the stiff point. Richard brought his mouth to her other nipple and repeated the process. He went back and forth, before she gripped onto his head tight and held him to one breast. His fingers pinched her other nipple, and he rolled it between them. Gwen hummed, supressing her pleasurable vocalizations. His mouth left her breast and she squirmed as he kissed along the soft skin of her flat tummy.

Richard reached down and gripped the bottom of her sweatpants, and pulled them down along with her panties in one motion. Gwen's slender fingers curled pleasurably around Richard's dark, chocolate locks and breathed in audibly when his mouth went over her pussy. She was already very wet, and soon became wetter as his tongue swept along the engorged lips of her pussy. Richard's tongue adopted an aggressive tactic with her pussy that soon had Gwen moaning.

Richard's hands remained over Gwen's breasts, and she spread her thighs wide for his mouth to get at her center. His lips went over the firm, pink spire of her clit and sucked gently as he flicked his tongue over it. A shudder ran through Gwen and Richard knew he had found the right thing to do. He kept going, he kept making her writhe and moan, until eventually that moan became a lustful cry of orgasmic bliss.

The legs she had kept parted clamped together around Richard's head like a trap. Gwen's orgasm in a series of waves, growing stronger and stronger with each consecutive crest. The initial cry gave way to a series of shuddering groans and hissing inhalations. Her legs shook and her abdominals flexed as her back arched ecstatically. This thrust her breasts up against his hands, and their capping nipples dragged stiffly against his palms.

After the largest of the crests had made its way through her Gwen became abruptly relaxed above him. She was breathing heavily and her legs parted lethargically, and Richard made his way back up her body. She reached down to his waist and pushed down on his boxers. He reached down and one-handedly removed his boxers while he kissed her. With his boxers down he was naked above her, and Gwen reached between them to take a hold of his cock.

Richard kissed her deeply as she steered the head of his manhood to the opening to her channel, and pushed his hips forward to enter her. Gwen moaned as his shaft burrowed into her, and her legs wrapped around him and squeezed him to her after he had bottomed out. They remained mostly still aside from rocking against one another and kissing heatedly. Gwen took the moment of stillness to run her hands up Richard's back, over his arms and down along his torso. Memorizing his physique in the same way he had hers.

Gwen's hips pushed up against him, and her legs' embrace relaxed enough to allow him to thrust into her. She gasped when he did and their lip lock broke as he started to thrust into her steadily. Gwen brought her hands to his wrists, and gripped them as he planted his hands above her head and began to drive into her. She gazed up into his eyes longingly, a clear wish for this to never end. The nerve endings in her channel were ready to light up in an orgasmic release of the building tension within her, and she willed for the buildup to never draw to a close.

But it felt too good. It was too dangerously good. She made many wonderful noises as he sawed in and out of her, but it was the pure, clear cry followed by the low humming and hissing inhalations that Richard yearned to hear from her the most. He slid far inside as she came around his swollen shaft, and he felt the inner muscles of her sex squeezing him rhythmically as she was flooded with orgasmic bliss. Her legs embraced him tightly and only relaxed when the climax had run its course.

Then he was moving again.

Gwen did not count how many times she came, or how many times he came close to coming. When the latter occurred she urged him to penetrate her deep and hold himself inside of her until the urge receded. When the former occurred the bed became just that more messy as she thrashed about on top of it. There were long moments of peaceful quiet, filled with intimate caresses and affectionate kisses. These moments of tranquility were followed by explosive bouts of intensely passionate lovemaking that led either to Richard gasping back his orgasm, or Gwen crying out in bliss.

It was after a particularly violent peak that Gwen had Richard roll onto his back. She rested on top of him, kissing his shoulder and neck, and savoring the feel of his hands sliding along her back and along her buttocks. She stayed like that long enough for his erection to soften slightly within her, but she tensed the muscles down there and her pussy squeezed the life back into it.

Then she began to ride him.

Richard knew it was his turn now. Gwen rode him, stupendously beautiful above him as her head tilted back and breasts thrust forward. She pushed her hips forward towards his stomach, and backward towards his thighs. The wetness at their union was great, the product of many orgasms for Gwen and the many withheld by Richard. Every time he had pushed back his release a small amount of his pre-cum flowed from him and into her.

When Gwen rose from his lap he knew there would be no further holding back. She rose up until just the head of his cock was still inside of her, clutched tightly within the grasp of her pussy, before she lowered herself back down slowly onto his turgid member. She moved her hips in a circular pattern, and then rose once more. She descended more quickly this time, and rose with equal expediency. Soon she was bouncing quickly along his cock, and urging him to cum with the circular hip rotations.

Gwen's breasts wobbled and swayed as she rode him. Richard's hands gripped her by the hips and she bent forward as he began to thrust up into her. His long shaft struck deep, and his movements were hurried as he sprinted to his finish. The jarring thrusts were enough to eke out another climax from Gwen's hypersensitive pussy, and she pushed back against his cock as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her. Her breasts mashed against his chest as he hugged her to him, and continued to drive up into her.

The squeezing of her pussy as she came pushed Richard over the edge, and he groaned along with her as his hips lunged upward and his cum came spilling out. Gwen and Richard ground their hips together as they came, writhing together, and achieving nirvana together. She felt each and every cord of cum that was drained into her. Her pussy squeezed around his twitching shaft tightly, and he filled her with his seed.

Their climax ended, and the bodies of the two lovers relaxed. Gwen lay breathless atop Richard, and he ran his hands possessively along her back. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the press of his body below hers and the gentleness of his touch. His erection receded and slid out from her, but she still remained where she was in his arms, willing sleep to take her until slowly, eventually it did.

When Gwen awoke the following morning she was lying next to Richard. He was already awake, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling ponderously with one hand resting on his stomach. The front of Gwen's body was pressed against his side, and his arm was wrapped protectively around her. She yearned to stay in that embrace, and to never leave that moment. She reached forward over his stomach, and slid her hand over his.

"Richard..." she said gently.

His hand shifted under hers and he slid his fingers in between hers, interlacing them. He ran his thumb along the back of her hand, and looked down at it thoughtfully.

"We can't do this again, can we?" he asked softly.

"No," Gwen said. "I don't think we can."

Terrible sadness filled the two of them.

"Then where does that leave us?" Richard asked.

"I'd like to be your friend," Gwen replied.

Richard looked visibly saddened, but he nodded. "I think I can be that," he said.

"Thank you," Gwen replied.

And then with great reluctance she withdrew, got dressed and left Richard.

***

The day had finally arrived. Rob stood waiting in line wearing the cap and gown signifying his graduation. He reached the steps leading to the stage, and ascended them after the person ahead of them had had their moment. He shook hands with the dean and accepted his diploma.

"Rob!" Courtney called.

She held a camera and snapped a picture of him accepting his diploma before he left the stage. He returned to his assigned seat and sat through the rest of the ceremony before joining Courtney and Karen in the lobby. They both hugged him and congratulated them before they were joined by his parents. Rob greeted his mother warmly, and coolly ignored his father. Courtney saw it irked his father to be ignored in public by his son, but he said nothing. It would have just drawn attention to the insult.

"Oh honey!" Marilyn exclaimed happily. She embraced her son and squeezed him tightly against her. "You look so handsome!"

"Thanks," Rob replied.

"Do you have any work lined up yet?" his father asked with a tone of false concern.

Rob looked at his father. "No," he replied. "Not yet."

"Oh, well the job market's a bit dry," Harvey replied with affected consolation in his tone, "nothing to worry about."

Or maybe you and your friends are making the process more difficult than necessary. Rob thought darkly. He knew his father was friends with most of the owners and managers at the elite engineering firms in the city, his duties as COO for Fletcher's meant he dealt a great deal with them for a many of the plum contracts in the region. It was certainly odd that none wanted to hire a graduate that had been on the dean's list for four straight years, had a number of shining recommendations and had already sold a successful IP.