Laras Little Fan Ch 03

The Graduation Gift Part II

We had just finished lunch, Lara, my girlfriend Sam, and I, when her phone on the kitchen counter started to ring.

Lara looked up at Sam with a frown, and Sam smiled to her and then I apologetically.

"I'm sorry guys, but I have to take it," she said solemnly as she pushed her naked body away from the table.

Lara pouted at my girlfriend as she took the call and headed into the other room. "What shall we do if Sam gets called into work today, Graduation Boy?" she asked with a level voice. It wasn't said seductively per se, but it was still Lara Croft without a stitch of clothes on. Of course it made my cock twitch.

"Fine, fine, yeah... I can make that happen," Sam said gravely into her cell as she came back into the kitchen. "I'll see you in a few. Bye." She ended the call and pouted. "I'm sorry, Sey, but it's work."

My shoulders sagged but I was able to confidently say, "It's okay, do what you have to do." She smiled at my soldiering attitude. "I'll make it up to you when I come back this evening. Find something fun to do with Lara. I have a few things in my panties drawer you might like," she said with a wink.

"Sam, no!" Lara argued indignantly. "Don't tell him about your toy drawer!"

"The toy drawer?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"Make sure you two still have fun without me, okay?"

"We could go to town and get stuff for my grad party?" I suggested. "That could be fun."

"Especially if you make Lara wear a toy or two of mine," Sam said with a wink before ducking out to get ready for work. So much for her day off with us.

Lara sighed and got up, but I acted quicker and cleared our plates before she could, which made her smile.

"Alright, come on then," Lara said as she took my hand and led me upstairs. "Let's go see what dirty old Sam plans to torment me with."

I happily followed the nude Ms. Croft through her spacious home and up her winding stairs, loving the view the whole way, until we got to Sam's room.

By the time we went in, she was already dressed and touching up her makeup.

"Oh, hey!" she said, a knowing glint in her eye as she watched us from her vanity mirror. "Here to check out the toy box?"

"I suppose so," Lara said with a sigh. "It's what the old boy wants, and its his special week, so...."

"You're such a good sport!" Sam beamed as she finished up her lipstick and then shot up from her chair. "Right this way." We didn't have to go far, but we gave Sam this simple, parading moment. "We're slutting her out in an outfit, right? She has to be naked in the manor, but we can still make her sexy as hell in public, too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lara scoffed, crossing her arms over her lovely, bountiful chest.

"It means that you dress too damn conservative for that rocking fucking body of yours, old pal," Sam stated planely. "Now Sey, which hole... or holes... are we looking to fill?" she asked as she pulled open one of her dresser drawers.

"Uhm... is both a real option?"

"No!" Lara said indignantly, crossing her smooth, supple legs.

"It is unless we hear Peaches," Sam reminded her.

"Urgh, fine!" Lara gave in, but I think she planned to the whole time.

We gathered at the foot of Sam's bed as she laid down a wooden box and slowly, as if reverently, opened the lid.

"Oh Christ," Lara groaned, covering her face, her features instantly going red.

"So here we have my favorite insert vibrator with remote fob, along with what is in my book, the world's most comfortable butt plug."

"Woah, this is, um...." I was an 18 year old fresh out of high-school. My mates and I joked about this kind of thing, but I did not expect to have it presented to me by two gorgeous girls. "Which would you recommend?" I asked Sam as Lara just stared into the box.

"Both," Sam whispered hotly in my ear. "It's your special week. Who knows when you could have her at your mercy again like this?" she said for Lara to hear. "You can play with me anytime, but Lara Croft...."

"Okay, sold. Both it is," I crumbled and Sam clapped with a giddy smile on her cute face.

"Why did I agree to this?" Lara mumbled as she sat herself on the side of the bed and reached for the fob-controlled vibrator.

"Because for the right person, or pair of people in this case, you're a precious little slut?" Sam offered.

"That's fair," Lara giggled and then sighed as she eased in the tiny but I assumed powerful vibrator. "Sam, do you want to give him a crash course on how this works?"

"I would babe, but I really need to get going to work. You'll have to talk him through plug play, too."

"You're going to make me teach your boyfriend how to use a vibe and plug on myself? On your best friend?" Ms. Croft asked incredulously as if the whole ordeal wasn't a big turn on for all of us messed up freaks.

Sam crouched in front of Lara and took her chin in her hand. "You fucked him first, so you can do these things with him, too," Sam almost snarled.

A fire crossed Lara's eyes and she growled out a heated "Peaches," before she slapped Sam's hand away and shot up to her feet. "Sam, that is enough. I told you the morning after and you chose to ask HIM out after you moved in here. You do not get to be mad at me and use something that was supposed to be a gift to Seymour as a tool to smack me about."

"I wanted to take your play thing, Lara. That was it. You think I really need to date a boy?" she scoffed, and I saw the hurt lance through Lara's face, not to mention the shotgun blast to the chest that was to me.

"You're a psycho bitch, you know that?" Lara shouted, pushing on Sam's chest hard, but Sam didn't even budge.

She just laughed instead. "Before you took up your inheritance, I'm the only reason anyone knew your name, you spoiled fool." The voice that came from Sam's throat barely sounded like hers. "I made you, if it hadn't been for who your father was. You are mine, Lara Croft!"

"Get out! Get the fuck out!" Lara fully screamed, her face seriously reddening.

"Gladly. I'm late for work anyway. Enjoy your time together, fucks," Sam did snarl as she flipped us off and walked away.

"What the fuck actually was that?" I asked as I sank onto Sam's bed.

"I don't know, Sey. I really don't. I'm so sorry she said that about you," Lara lamented, wrapping her arms around my upper back and placing her cheek on my shoulder.

"What she said about both of us," I corrected her and caressed her jaw. "That's not the Sam we know."

"I was thinking the same thing," Lara muttered. "I'm sorry she's kind of ruining this for you."

I took a deep sigh, turned my head and kissed Lara's smooth forehead.

"We just can't let her ruin it for us. We just won't let her play anymore."

"She's your girlfriend, Seymour," Lara pouted.

"Not after the way she talked to us, what she said. She made it clear she doesn't fucking care about me. I was a tool to try to get under your skin. I don't want a woman like that."

Lara gave me a sad smile. "Still, I'm sorry, Sey. I hope your day isn't ruined."

"It's not," I shook my head. "I still want my graduation party. She just won't be there," I shrugged.

"It's my manor, and I'll back you up on your decision. I'm not sure I want her staying with us anymore if she doesn't apologize and tell us what the fuck that was."

"I'll support you in that, any way I can," I nodded curtly.

"You can help me put her things on the stoop," Lara giggled.

"Sold," I agreed, totally meaning it. I'm happy that it was clear Lara was keeping me in the divorce. "Can we keep the ah," I stumbled a little, pointing to the hidden treasure between her crossed legs.

Lara giggled and shook her head. "No, silly boy, but we can go, erm... shopping, while we're in town today."

I tried to hide a ridiculous smile from my face, but Lara's own smile widening told me I did a terrible job of that.

"Well Mr. Graduate, I'll tell you what; what say you and I get dressed and go have a little day on the town, just the two of us, and we'll forget about grouchy old Sam?"

"Sounds delightful," I responded with a cheeky smile, standing up and offering an arm to my naked friend, or, whatever we were.

"Such a gentleman," she marveled as we left Sam's (for now) room and headed to Lara's own. "So I suppose you should be able to pick my outfit, hmm?" my governess teased.

"I thought whatever I said only went here," I said, not trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, but wanting to understand the rules.

"I'm only naked here, but what you say goes everywhere, I'd say. For my own reputation, I'd prefer it to be within reason in public."

"Okay," I accepted with a small, and hopefully not too predatory smile.

"What outfit are we thinking today?" she asked as we made it into her room. "Fit and flirty, dirty but elegant?" she listed as we made it to her large walk-in closet. I knew Lara to be something of a tomboy behind closed doors, but she had appearances to keep up. No one who was purely a model and socialite at heart could do the hard adventuring she does.

"It's also a hot one today, so maybe something light and fun?" I offered, and she cracked a coy smile.

"Sundress. Are you hoping we find a quiet, secluded spot that's semi-public so you can rail notorious bad girl Lara Croft in a little sundress?" she teased, watching my inflating cock as she spoke.

"I might be thinking about it now," I chuckled. "I can't say I hate the idea. I like the notion of risqué, but I wouldn't forgive myself if we get caught and your reputation gets tarnished. I don't want you to be humiliated or embarrassed," I told her.

"You're sweet," Lara smiled and kissed my chin. "Sundress it is," she said and started leafing through her hangers. "How about... this one?" she questioned as she pulled out a billowy white cotton number with a red sash hung over the shoulder that was meant to be a cinching belt.

"I think you'd look miraculous in that," I told her with a small, pleased smile.

Lara let out a pleased sigh and her shoulder lowered, a soft smile tugging on her lips. "There's my old Mr. Phelps. I missed who you were with me before Sam."

I chuckled and cupped her jaw. "He's still here. He just felt... like he should be quiet."

Lara frowned, putting her hand on mine. "Did you feel like you had to water yourself down for her, like you do with your friends and family?"

I nodded softly, and figured that said enough. Sam wasn't an idiot by any means, but she wasn't the whip-smart and studious Lara Croft.

"Well, I'm glad you get to be back, Mr. Phelps," she told me with a light smile. "Now then, I'll get dressed and we can prepare to go."

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Lara looked like an absolute dream to me as she drove us to town in her favorite car of the month, a sleek black BMW. She hadn't let go of my hand after we pulled out of the garage, and I was just fine with that.

She looked delectable with her hair up in a high ponytail, showing off that tanned, swan-like neck and those muscular shoulders cresting like soft hills from her strapless white and billowy sundress. The midday sun lit up her skin and made her glow.

"I can feel you staring, Mr. Phelps," she told me teasingly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth nearest to me.

"It's not my fault," I scoffed and turned my head to look back out the windshield at the beautiful Surrey countryside as we headed for the bustling metro of London.

"How isn't it, young man?" Lara asked, sparing me a quick glance, her smirk still in place.

"Because you're gorgeous. How could an 18 year old like me not openly gauk at you? Especially when I know what's under that dress?"

Lara giggled and then hummed before saying, "but do you know what's under this dress, at this very moment?"

"As... as in undergarments? Not the slightest. You didn't let me watch you change," I said plainly, no tone of complaining.

Lara's smile grew to a full size as she stole one look. "We've a bit yet before London, and I do have to allow you to do whatever you want with me all week..." the adventuress teased.

I watched her from the corner of my eye and tentatively put a hand on her thigh, just above her knee where her dress line was hiked just a little from how she was seated.

"Are you suggesting I touch you while you drive, Ms. Croft?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Only a little, if you would like. Nothing that would cause me to run us off the road, of course," she replied, her signature cock teasing smile playing with the way my heart pounded. She subtly moved her right leg over a little more, giving me some inviting space should I choose to use it.

I casually kept my eye on the green rolling country and massaged her leg, slowly moving up by the millimeter, almost imperceptibly, enjoying how smooth and warm her shaved skin was.

"Beautiful day for a trip, isn't it, Mr. Phelps?" she asked, bringing in small talk and letting the sexual tension be entirely physical.

"Yes, it is," I agreed easily. "While London has amenities of every imaginable kind, it has no where near the charm and peacefulness. Surrey Town has fun attractions itself." My thumb teased the hem of Lara's dress and I saw her little Adam's apple move.

"Would you like to stay in London tonight, or do we want to make it back home?" she asked while the car casually drifted down a scenic, winding road, just as leisurely as my flesh-kneading hand traveled up the expanse of her creamy leg.

"I'd be fine with either. Hotels are fun treats, but we live in a manor," I chuckled.

"Yes, but when," she gasped as I found the hem of her silky panties, "when was the last time you stayed in a hotel?"

"It's been years," I said, looking out the window as if I wasn't running my thumb over where her bare thigh and panty leg converged.

"Hmm. Well, we have the manor all the time, and this is your special week. What if we stayed in a hotel for the night? It could give Sam some time to air out as well."

I nodded as I brushed where her thigh hit her hip, and she sighed contentedly. I was going to draw this out as long as I could. I wanted her soaked just from anticipation and teasing.

"I think that's a fine idea. We can stay wherever you like. It's my special week, but I know nothing of London hotels. Far above my family's standing," I pointed out casually as I ran my thumb over the silky gusset of her lovely thin panties.

"Very well," Lara smiled and reached for my free hand that wasn't up her dress, giving me a pleasant squeeze. "Where to stay...."

"Should we stay at one your industries don't possess?" I asked, keeping my thumb gently swiping back and forth with just enough pressure that I knew she could barely feel it.

"What's wrong with my holdings' hotels?" Lara asked inquisitively but with no offense seemingly taken.

"It'd be a little weird if you booked a room in your own place with an 18 year old boy, wouldn't it?"

A look of sheer "how I didn't I think of that" struck her.

"Point well made, Mr. Phelps. And I can't have you book it yourself and use my card. They'd see the info and know it was mine."

I chewed my lip and dug my thumb in a little deeper against the side of her mound, not quite to her puffy labia yet. "You could take the room and I could meet you at the suite?"

She shook her head, but not overly dismissively. "They'd keep a tight watch on my room for my security. They treat me like the bloody queen, in good ways and overbearing ways."

"A different hotel owner it is, then," I sighed, and finally let my hand cover the proper entrance of her womanhood, still over the fine material of her panties of course. I was nowhere near done teasing the bombshell, but I loved the way she angled her chin up at the contact.

"It must have a pool, of course. This is part of your present we're talking about."

"You don't have to be seen at a pool with a still-filling out primary school grad, Ms. Croft," I said almost sadly. We could play all these cloak and dagger games, but it would be quite some time, if ever, that I could be revealed as her suitor, if she so chose to have that kind of relationship with me. I currently saw us as friends with benefits.

Lara cracked a saucy smile as I rubbed her clitoral hood, but purposefully avoided that most sensitive treasure underneath it. "Could you imagine those tabloids though, Mr. Phelps? 'Lara Croft Seen at Hotel Spa with Unknown Lucky Young Fellow?" She laughed and I had to join her. "Oh the mystery and scandal!"

"Do you... do you want to purposely do that?" It would edge you towards cradle robbing bad girl," I warned her.

She shrugged as we entered Surrey Town, which lay between us and London. "I may be thinking about... diversifying my image. I'm already known as a motorcycle and car girl, as well as a gun toter."

I chuckled. "Well if you're not afraid to, or even like the idea, who would I be to stop the renowned Tomb Raider? I'm not sure if my 'present' is more for me or for you."

"Would it be so horrible if we mutually won from it?" I felt like Lara was benefitting as much as I was, her slowly growing wetness being an indicator of that, but I had also never seen her be so free, so willing to act on impulse as she had been already. The day we met she was incredibly seductive but still so put together and even proper. Today, however, she was letting it all go, and she made it clear she was willing to get a little risky and risqué in public as well.

"Not at all, Ms. Croft. I wouldn't want to do any of this if you weren't enjoying yourself," I told her honestly and squeezed her hand to further convey my point.

Lara smiled, took her hand back, and flicked on her signal indicator and weaved into a parking deck for the little Surrey Business Sector. As soon as she pulled into the most vacant part of the structure, she unfastened her seat belt and said, "Please step out of the vehicle, Mr. Phelps."

"Is everything okay?" I asked as I did as my governess said.

"Everything is fine, Mr. Phelps. I don't feel like waiting till the hotel to get my hands on you," she said as she came over to my side of the car, closer to the end of the structure that was against the wall of the next building, giving us slightly more privacy.

"Oh, well..." she cut off my words and short circuited my brain by putting her mouth on mine and balling the neck of my shirt in her fist. She ran her tongue over my puckered lips, and I teasingly denied her entrance.

She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to mine. "Open your fucking mouth," she growled, and it made my dick twitch. I usually wasn't in to getting bossed around, but it was hot as fuck when it was coming from Lara Croft.

She kissed me again and this time I let her in. She aggressively shot her tongue into my mouth and ravenously explored all around, licking my teeth and the inside walls, exploring all of my mouth, possessively even.

After a good long moment of this, she let me go with a deep breath, spit hanging between our lips. "That's better," she said, her voice still heavy. "Take your cock out or I will, Mr. Phelps."

I defiantly stood there and Lara clicked her tongue before reaching down and doing exactly as she threatened. "You're hard as all, Mr. Phelps. Excited by the idea of frigging me in a parking garage, are we?"

I nodded as she firmly stroked me, pushing and pulling the skin over my hard flesh, making me groan.

"You've cum twice already today, and not so long ago, so I know I can take my sweet time before you bust," she thought aloud before licking her palm and continued to jerk me.

"Still feels good," I said as I reached down to touch her head, but she slapped my hand away.

"Hands on the car behind you, Mr. Phelps. You had your fun ordering me at home, but now I want to play."

"Yes, Ms. Croft," I responded like I had just been reprimanded by a teacher. She smiled before spitting in both hands and gripping my dick like a baseball player grips a bat.