Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Seventeen: Out Of The Woods
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cons, Facial, Oral, Public
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2019
"Back to work tomorrow." Cole said sadly as the pair of them settled into their bed.
"Yep. Vacation's over." Taylor replied in an equally sorrowful tone. "My people are really pissed we that extended it."
"My boss is livid." Cole said. "But fuck him. That was a hell of a trip. Wasn't it?"
Taylor looked at him and smiled widely, "Hell yeah it was. Really something..." She paused for a moment and said, "You don't remember the first trip we ever took together, do you?"
Cole thought about it, going over their many, many encounters over the years. She was watching him intently as he struggled to recall the specific instance she was referring too. "You don't mean that camping trip we took back when I was in college?"
"That's the one." Said Taylor, smiling back at him.
"I'd hardly call that a vacation. I was like an hour away from school at the time."
"It was still a trip."
Cole smiled as more of the details from that weekend floated to the surface. "We had fun and a couple of close calls on that trip."
Taylor laughed, "You always remember the dirtiest parts."
He did indeed.
2009
"I can't believe you talked me into this." I said as the car stopped and we stepped outside into the sweltering heat. It was the middle of July in Tennessee, just outside of Nashville. You could swim through the air, it was so humid. The sun beat down on us mercilessly.
"You said you needed a break. A break from your internship. And I need a break from touring. Well, this is it pal." Taylor said.
"Yea Cole. Come on! It'll be fun!" Taylor's younger brother Austin said, who was opening the trunk to pull out our equipment.
"Where are we exactly?" I asked, wiping the sweat off of my forehead.
"It's a luxury campground! One of my record executives has a pass for this place. There're spots for tents, fire pits, bathrooms and a lake down along the path there. Suppose to be really pretty." Taylor said.
"I can't wait to see it!" Abigail said.
Taylor had brought along Abigail, her best friend from high school. The invitation to go camping had come as a pleasant surprise. I hadn't heard from Taylor in a couple of months. Not since that memorable weekend where she had come to visit me at Vanderbilt University during the last semester. It had been the best weekend at college ever, but neither of us had ever brought up, discussed what we had done or the implications of it. Whatever her motives, I was grateful to get off campus for a bit. We pulled our bags out of the car and got around to setting up our tents, which took me far longer than I would have cared to admit. As evening came, and with a it a blissful drop in temperature, we settled down to roast hotdogs, smores and drink some beer over the firepit. It even started to get chilly as the four of us chatted, laughed and swapped stories. The moon climbed higher and higher in the night sky. Stars twinkled brightly as Taylor snuggled up next to me under our shared blanket. Eventually the conversation fell by the wayside and we decided it was time to retire to our respective tents. I stood up to make my way over to the tent Austin and I were sharing. Taylor grabbed me and leaned into my ear to whisper.
"Maybe, if you want, you could come by tent a little later? Keep me warm tonight?"
She didn't wait for my response, only walked over to her tent. She stepped inside, gave me one last alluring look before zipping the it shut. I stood there stupidly, mind racing and heart pounding. Shaking myself into action, I walked over to my own tent. Austin was already nestled up in his sleeping bag. I got into mine and laid down, staring up at the canvas ceiling, wide awake. I checked the time every few minutes, wondering whether or not I should get up and see Taylor. Half of me thought she was just teasing. The other half remembered her visit last semester. In the end, I chose to trust the head that was between my legs. As the minutes crawled by, I got up, unable to wait another second. It had only been about half an hour, but my throbbing erection couldn't take it anymore. I quietly unzipped my tent, closing it behind me and tiptoed over to Taylor and Abigail's shared tent. I leaned down and whispered into the quiet Tennessee night. Crickets chirped loudly in the woods around us.
"Swift? Swift? You there?"
She answered immediately, also in hushed tones. "Cole! Finally! I've been dying to get you in me."
The tent quietly unzipped itself and I stepped inside with the caution of a cat burglar. Abigail was clearly asleep, curled up in her sleeping bag, facing away from Taylor, who grabbed the front of my t-shirt and pulled me inside. Her soft lips pressed against mine as we laid down on top of her sleeping bag, wincing slightly at every loud crinkle in the fabric. The noise echoed horribly loudly within the confines of the tiny tent. Abigail stirred slightly in her sleep.
"Don't worry." Taylor said, pausing just long enough to remove her mouth from mine. "She's a really heavy sleeper."
She threw her pouty pink lips back against mine as her tongue thrust forward into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled as our bodies pressed against one another, each burning for the other. Still, I had something I needed to say. It was a full minute before I was able to dislodge my tongue from hers.
"What is this Swift?" I asked. "I mean, you just tell me to come to your tent, pull me in? And now what? Fuck me?"
She stared at me with big blue eyes, face flushed. "Is that so bad? Why can't we just make this a once and a while thing. You know? You make me feel good. Like
really
good. And I make you feel good, don't I?"
Her hand moved down to my basketball shorts as she uttered those words. She gripped the tent that was pitched there. Whatever thoughts were in my head, flew out. I grunted my approval and our lips locked. She pulled my shirt up, over my head. I pulled down her short-shorts. Hurriedly she unzipped her sleeping bag as we both finished undressing, until we were both naked. I stared at her. Curly, blond hair framing her face, a pair of puffy pink erect nipples on petite breasts and her delectable shaved pussy between stunningly long legs. Her eyes were immediately drawn to my dick, standing at attention with a thick globule of precum glistening at the head. Wrapping ourselves around one another, we snuggled into her sleeping bag. Each of her hard nipples poke me in the chest, even as my thick prick prodded her inner thigh. Groans escaped from between her lips as she felt precum smear along her pale skin and she reached down a hand to grab it.
Her finger wrapped around my member and slowly, she began to jack it, moving her tight fist up and down. My response was swift, as I felt my dick swell another inch in her grasp as our bodies grinded together.
"Fuck Swift. This feels goods." I said as her lips roamed down over my neck.
"What? You don't have horny co-eds doing this to you every weekend?"
"I only had one horny co-ed last semester and she was wild in the sack." I replied, teasing her with the idea of our last encounter.
A look of mock shock crossed her face, mouth forming a wide perfect circle. "Sounds like the kind of girl who rides you bareback and then blows you in the morning just to say thanks for the lay."
I was going to come up with my own witty retort, but she smiled wickedly, squeezing my cock tighter and jerking harder. So instead, I reached down my own hand and moved it between her thighs. Her wet labia parted as I slid two fingers into her velvety folds. Abigail mumbled something in her sleep and we both froze, waiting to see if she had been awoken by our sensual rumblings. When she didn't stir again, we resumed devouring each other. I sunk my two digits up to the knuckle only to draw them back out to the fingertips and stick them in again. She stroked my cock faster, but I reached my other hand down to stop her as I positioned my cock to penetrate her wet snatch. She felt me getting ready and nodded her approval, begging me to enter her.
Biting down on her lower lip, my swollen cockhead pressed up against her tight pussy. It struggled to accommodate the girth before relenting and letting me slip inside. Her lips were pressed tight together to prevent her from screaming out. I let out a stifled moan as I slowly filled her up with my fat prick until I was buried to the base. Laying on our sides, faces inches from one another, I began to move my pelvis. Her greedy cunt gripped me tight, unwilling to let me pull out and all too eager to suck me back in. It felt unbelievable to be back inside of her again. In my two years at Vanderbilt, I had hooked up with a couple of chicks, but none of them ever matched up to Taylor. Soft cries slipped out from both of us as our hips gyrated and our groins ground against one another. Our tongues were reenacting an Olympic wrestling match, darting back and forth between mouths or escaping from between sealed lips. Balls deep in her, any movement granted her great pleasure as my member rubbed against her g-spot.
