Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Seven: How You Get The Girl
Starring: Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Rom
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2018
"...I...I...Cole...that's. Umm..."
Those few seconds stretched into an eternity as he waited for her answer. Through their video call, he heard a sharp knock at her hotel room door.
"Shit! That's my tour manager. I've got to go Cole." Said Taylor, a panicked looked plastered all over her face.
"No Taylor...please. Give me an answer."
"I'm sorry Cole, I've got to go. We'll talk about this later. I promise. I'm heading back to Rhode Island tonight. I'll call you when I get home."
With that she ended the call. Cole sat on his bed, jism congealing on his lap. He stared at his black phone screen. His world was crashing down around him. So, he did the only thing he could. He stood up, swaying and cleaned himself off. He changed into his pajamas and laid back down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling all night. Sleep never came. He couldn't believe that he had read the situation so poorly. It was over for them. No more Taylor Swift and Cole Stephens. He couldn't play this game anymore. As sunlight began to creep into his room, Cole sat upright. He had reached to a conclusion.
"Screw this." He said. "One more time."
He hurriedly got dressed, throwing whatever he could on. He ran downstairs to get his car from the garage and was on the road before the city had really surged to life. It was only a couple of hours to Taylor's Rhode Island mansion. He stopped only to chug coffee in an attempt to keep himself awake as the roads filled up with commuters. About halfway to his destination, the skies opened up and rain began to cascade down onto the roads. By the time he made it to Rhode Island, it had turned into a full-on storm with sheets of water crashing downwards. When he finally arrived at her mansion, security tried to turn him away. Thankfully some of them knew Cole from previous encounters. Even so Cole tried, not so calmly and rationally, to explain to them the situation. Just as they were about to physically throw him out, the gates swung open. He jumped back in his car and stopped in the driveway, pausing only long enough for a mint and ran through the pouring ran to the front door. By the time he reached it, he was soaked through. He raised his hand to press the doorbell, but before he could, the door swung open. Cole stood there, drenched from the rain and Taylor stood in the threshold, dressed in loungewear. For a moment they simply stared at one another and no one said anything. Taylor was the first to break the silence.
"I broke up with Joe."
Sweet relief flooded Cole as he stepped forward and swept her up in his arms. He kissed her like she was the only girl in the world. And for him, she was. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed. Her lips were like the softest pillows as their lips enveloped one another. As the sparks flew between the two he savored the taste and feel of her tongue, the scent of her hair and the feeling of her warm body against his. He cupped her face as their kiss went on and on, the roar of rain falling in the background. She drew him in closer, wrapping her arms around his muscular form. When their lips finally parted, Cole couldn't muster the effort to say anything. Instead he lifted her up, carrying her in his arms across the threshold and into the stunning mansion. He kicked the door closed behind him with a snap.
"Cole..." Whispered Taylor, tears of joy forming in the corners of her eyes.
He looked down at her. She looked tired as well, as though she had also been up all night.
"Taylor..."
"The bedroom is that way." She said, pointing up the elaborate staircase.
"I remember Swift." He said with a chuckle and kissed her again.
He carried her up the ornate steps, past many large rooms until he kicked the door open to Taylor's own bedroom. He laid her across the king-sized bed and climbed on top of her. Her hair was splayed out across the sheets. She looked up at him breathlessly, blue eyes bright and shining. His lips found hers again as their tongues danced. Her pouty lips were pressed so hard against his, it felt like she was glued to his mouth. Running his fingers through her hair, he forced his tongue deeper into her mouth. Taylor moved her hands down his back until they came to rest firmly on his ass, still clad in wet jeans. She gave it a squeeze as the kissing became more frenzied and chaotic. Cole slid a hand underneath her loose shirt, up her toned tummy until her found her bra. He squeezed her breast, trying to slip underneath the bra.
"Wait." Said Taylor breathlessly. "Cole...I love you."
"I love you too Taylor."
"Make love to me Cole."
"Always Swift."
Taylor pushed Cole off of her and rolled away, standing by the bed. Slowly, sensuously, and eyes fixated on him, she began to strip. Peeling her shirt up and over her head, she revealed a black bra. She undid her shorts and shimmied out of them, letting them drop to the floor. Unclasping her bra, she shrugged her shoulders and it also fell to the ground. Finally, she hooked a thumb in her panties and dragged them down. She stood there totally naked before him, much as she had that first time so many years ago. Cole still thought she was most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In fact, she was even more beautiful now. His eyes greedily drank in her image. They ran over her incredible figure, ample breasts, wide hips, thick legs and now a sizable caboose. She stood before him naked, no makeup, no fancy clothes, just her.
"Now you Cole." She whispered.
Cole stood up and likewise stripped off his sodden clothes until he too was naked. For a moment they just stared, each drinking the other in. At some unseen signal the two came together, embracing, lips meeting as they fell onto the bed. Cole's fingers trailed down Taylor's body until they found her moist slit. He traced her outer labia, sending gentle tremors throughout her body. As she pulled him deeper for a kiss, he slipped a finger inside. Taylor grunted her affirmation. His other hand cupped her breast, holding it firmly. His nimble fingers teased her stiff nipple. Taylor reached down between Cole's legs, tracing her immaculate fingernails along the veiny underbelly of his cock until she cupped his balls. As she worked his scrotum, Cole sunk another finger inside of Taylor's twat. His fingers slick from the rush of fluid, he moved them in and out slowly. Taylor moved her hand and gripped his shaft, beginning to stroke. Twitching his fingers faster, he probed her wet pink snatch as she increased the speed of her strokes on his firm member. She paused only to squeeze his head and feel the beads of precum that rolled out of his piss-slit and down his shaft. She rubbed it between her fingers appreciatively. Cole came up for air, unable to take it anymore. He needed to taste her. He looked down at the naked form of Taylor Swift beneath him and slithered down until his head was nestled between her rock-hard thighs.
"Just like the first time." He said smiling.
"I remember it Cole, all too well." Said Taylor, as she brought her fingers up to run through his mop of dark hair.
Cole pressed his lips against Taylor's tight twat. His tongue darted out from between his lips, ever so lightly brushing her clitoral hood. With swift dexterity he snuck his tongue under the hood to press directly against her clit.
