Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. This is not real. It did not/will not ever happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Author's Note: This is the penultimate chapter for this series, look forward to finale next time!
Chapter Forty-Three: long story short
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Facial, Fingering, Oral, Public, Swallow
*****
2021
Taylor, I love your sweet ass.
Staring at the sentence, an otherwise blank page stared back at Cole. Quickly crossing it out with an exasperated flourish of his pen, he began aimlessly doodling in the vast white emptiness. If nothing else, the page looked less intimidating by the time he was done. Sighing, he stared around his office with the sunlight streaming in and the leaves just outside, a cascade of red, yellow and orange.
He had been putting this off for a while, the writing of his vows. But now? The wedding was all but upon them and he could delay it no longer. It wasn't that he didn't want to write them. It was more about the impossibility of capturing his feelings with just a few simple words. Capturing what he had felt all those years ago, at the very beginning. And what he felt now. And what he felt about everything that had happened in-between. They'd been through so much. Both together and apart. Memory after memory flashed through his mind. A speeding slideshow of their many encounters over the years. Most were happy. A few sad. And a massive amount were of a sexual nature. Those ones weren't so suitable for a ceremony, but maybe he could conjure them up for inspiration on the wedding night.
His fingers drummed the dark oak of his desk as rolled the slideshow in his head all the way back, to the very beginning and their first time together. Taylor meeting with newfound success in the country music industry and him about to embark off to college. Taylor's first, and now forever love. He didn't know if he'd be sitting here now without that very first time. That slightly ajar doorway had allowed them to explore each other physically, time and time again. Those "fuck buddy years" as they jokingly called them had lasted so long, it seemed like fuck buddies was all they were ever going to be. Still, even if it had been hard sometimes to push his true feelings down, it was always fun.
2010
"This is nice." Taylor whispered, leaning over as the previews began playing on the big screen. "I'm glad we could hang out."
She didn't exactly need to whisper. There were only about four other people in the entire movie theater and they were seated far away in this matinee showing of some romcom that I had never heard of.
"Not sold on this movie yet, Swift, but any excuse to see you. And it's nice to get off campus for a bit." I said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bucket and tossing the kernels into my open mouth.
"I think you'll find something to enjoy about it." She said, rather coyly.
The previews flashed before our eyes, but Taylor kept glancing at me, a sly smile tugging at her heavenly lips every time she did so. Her hand drifted every so often into the bucket to grab some popcorn for herself. That's why I didn't notice at first when she reached over, not to the bucket but to my inner thigh. Looking down as her fingers crept closer to my groin; they positioned themselves firmly atop my crotch. I nearly spat out my popcorn as she squeezed tight and winked at me.
"If this was a movie, we could have a little fun, right here, right now. You know, like some kind of dirty movie." She whispered to me, the playful question hanging on her very full lips.
"Consider this a filthy porno then." I said after a lengthy pause and placed my own hand on her thigh.
Her long spindly fingers beginning to tickle and tease, dancing across my crotch, until the zipper was spraining to conceal the raging beast caged beneath the denim. Sliding along her smooth alabaster skin, my hand slipped underneath her sundress until it found the source of heat, emanating from beneath a pair of damp cotton panties. Just as our lips pressed together, I felt her pull at the zipper just as I pushed her underwear aside. We both hesitated for a moment, about to grope one another's genitals, wondering if we were really going to do this, here, in this place. I answered by teasing her pink ladylips with the tips of two fingers until they were sticky with arousal and sinking them down to the knuckle with one swift motion. Letting out a gasp of pleasure, she squirmed in her seat as her own fingers fumbled before they managed to fish my cock out into the open air.
"Swift..." I groaned as her fingers curled around and she began to stroke, up and down, looking at me very intently with big blue eyes, reflecting the light from the movie screen.
Withdrawing her hand for the briefest of moments, she licked the palm, applying a sheen of spittle before returning and wrapping each finger around the fleshy rod of steel with intent and purpose. Properly jerking it now, I stared back defiantly, my own fingers pumping in and out of her hot twat. Curling and uncurling with quick rhythmic sliding, I tickled her g-spot each and every time. Her legs had spread as wide as the seat would allow while my free hand dropped the popcorn bucket and gripped the arm of my seat, the knuckles white with force. Getting got both hands involved, she wet the other palm in the same fashion before double-fisting the mountain of cock spilling out of my trousers.
"Is this what you had in mind when I asked to you the movies?" She asked tellingly.
"Can't say it was, Swift." I replied with a whispered groan. "Fuck."
"Funny. Because it's exactly what I had in mind."
And with that, she released my cock, pulled my fingers reluctantly out of her wet pussy and bent over my lap, those heavenly lips touching the throbbing, leaking tip. Slowly they engulfed the mushroom head, traveling down the veiny shaft as her wild mane of thick blonde curls tickled my lap. Quickly sucking my digits clean of her juices, I bundled up her curls into both hands, holding them aloft in a makeshift ponytail. I was just in time for her lips to hit the base of my dick. Now I was the one squirming in my seat.
Spending but a moment there, her lips retreated back to the top, only to descend once more until they could go no lower. Repeating the motion, her head dipped over and over again. Despite trying to remain as quiet as possible, you could still here the telltale suction of her mouth as she did her best to suck in all the spittle that was threatening to slop out each time her lips stretched towards the bottom. Looking up from the heavenly sight of her blonde mane bobbing, I could see one of the other patrons looking around at the sound of Taylor's oral ministrations and shrugging before returning to their focus to the big screen. The movie rolled on, and I couldn't have given less of a fuck about what was happening on screen. In fact, I was about to reach an entirely different type of climax, far before the end of the film.
"Swift. If you keep going...I'm gonna cum." I hissed at her with more than a little urgency.
