Sorry for the delay!
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Spring had arrived and there was still no sign of Rage. Fawnie was seemed to be more saddened than the others. She tried her best to make it through the days. Much to everyone's surprise, Fawnie was able to lead the Crystal University track and field team to a huge win at the National competition despite all the emotional turmoil. This was a first in the history of the Obsidian. Businesses, homes, and vehicles around town were covered in displays of pride and support that included banners, bump stickers, graffiti, and posters.
It wasn't long before several media outlets were begging the team members for photo shoots and interviews. Bunni would be the first to take an interest in those offers. Soon pictures of the lean blonde in suggestive poses dressed in skimpy gym apparel would graces the pages of Fitness and adult entertainment magazines. Duncan and Blue would soon appear on spreads in Men's health and fitness magazines.
Fawnie was more of hit with the alternative fashion and the beauty industry magazines and websites. Due to high demand, Fawnie would end up having to make her own booking website. College students, teens, and even older adults became obsessed and infatuated with Fawnie Dimple's aesthetics. No one could go a week without seeing her in some form of advertisement.
Fawnie waited patiently for Duncan to arrive, the moon shining through her window on this quiet night. It was rather late for the young athlete to be awake but curiosity overcame her upon reading Duncan's text. She shuffled over to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. Two quick sips would be taken before she went back to her room. Much too anxious to sit on the bed, she remained standing.
Duncan Jones quickly made his way down the street. As he comes up on Fawnie's house, he wouldn't have to look around to make sure he hadn't been followed as with his enhanced senses, he could hear or smell anything around him. He gave three with raps onto the door and patiently waited for it to open.
Fawnie quickly rushed to the door and opened it, allowing him inside. Duncan locked the door behind him and then turned around and shot a toothy smile at Fawnie before eying her up and down.
"Hey beautiful, how was your day?"
He'd pull his backpack off and set it down, before he opens his arms to embrace her. Fawnie pretty much leaped into his arms, squeezing him tightly.
"It was great! Heh, how was yours?"
She nuzzled her head against his broad chest, that had filled out a great deal since last year. Fawnie began to realize that he almost smelled like her strengthening and protection potion.
"Mm, you smell nice! Kind of spicy. Did you get new cologne or something from Juice?" she blurted.
Duncan Jones would have barley gotten his bag down before the dark skinned beauty threw herself against him. He'd hold her close to him and smile as she tells him about her day, and compliments how he smelt.
"Thanks, yea Juice said something about this stuff helping ground me."
He'd let a small chuckle depart his lips "It helps that you like it though."
Duncan released her from the embrace and looked around the room. It was a lot cleaner than it had been when he left, but he knew this little diva hated clutter.
"The place looks great; I can see you worked on it today." He would playfully nudge her arm to show her he was jesting.
He'd kick his shoes off and walk over to the bed and sit down on it so that he was still facing her. Duncan would lean back onto his elbows and bit his bottom lip as he stares down at her toned body. She was indeed a sight to behold and he needed to make sure to thank whatever goddess that showed him enough favor to have Fawnie love him.
He'd pat the bed next to him in a motion that indicated that he wanted her to join him. The look on his face would say the words his mouth wouldn't.
Fawnie was pleased that Duncan liked the smell of the potion that Juice had asked her to make. She took her craft seriously so any praise was cherished. Fawnie wouldn't mention the potion to Duncan though.
She stepped back and looked around when he commented about how the place looked and then shrugged, "I guess."
She watched as he went over to the bed and then slowly made her way over, sensing his energy. Fawnie joined Duncan on the bed, placing herself closely beside him and let her head rest on his shoulder as a hand gently and softly stroked up and down his thigh,
"So, what did you want to talk about?" she asked curiously.
Duncan watched as she made her way over to him. Everything about her turned him on, and at times it was hard for him to control his urges while he was around her. This was one of those times when he wouldn't try to. As she begins stroking his inner thigh, his eyes closed for a moment and as he soaked in the pleasure before his hand reaches up and grabs her shoulder.
. "Duncan... what are you do-"
He then pulled her over his knees and a large hand would raise and then strike down on the skin of Fawnie's lush backside.
"This is more of what I had in mind."
He'd watch her expressions for clues on how she felt about it.
A faint moan would escape Fawnie's lips. Soon, she find herself a aroused and the crotch of her panties would moisten. Duncan hadn't done anything like this to her before. She wondered what had gotten into him, but did mind it.
"So you have a kink for spanking, heh?" she asked, giggling.
Duncan would feel the sting of her ass on his hand and as he hears the moan escape from her lips. It would cause more than a little excitement to pulse through his member. AS she asks about him having a kink for this, he'd pause for a moment and tilt his head as he thinks about the question.
"Dunno yet."
He'd bring his hand against her ass once more and close his eyes as his hand made contact again.
"I think I'm starting to develop one."
He'd look around the room for something, anything that might enhance this moment any further for him, and possibly her. On a nearby table he'd see a pink and black headband with cat ears. Duncan nudged Fawnie's arm and motioned for her to get them and put them on. He wasn't sure how she would take it, or even if he would like it. The young man was just trying to spice things up for now.
Fawnie shook her head and continued giggling at his reply. She'd moan again when he spanked her for the second time. Fawnie thought nothing of it his suggestion. She put the cat eared headband on and then adjusted her position to get more comfortable over his knees.
The naughty little coed would even give her hips a little wiggle.
Duncan was surprised when Fawnie didn't even give him a look of apprehension before placing the headband on and positioned herself across his knees again. As she wiggled her hips, Duncan took it as an invite to give her ass another pop. He did so a bit harder this time and was almost scared that if he had done it too hard.
He'd continue watching for clues that she was still enjoying this. He would take a moment and rub where he had smacked, to soothe the area, before he delivered the next whack. He didn't want to abuse her after all.
Fawnie was a caught off guard by the force of the next blow. She let out a gasp and flinched a bit, but the wetness in her panties grew. When Duncan soothed the area, Fawnie purred delight,
"Mmm, this is fun!"
Feeling comfortable with the situation, her eyes fluttered. She trusted Duncan though his age still made her nervous at times. This was the same guy who came to her years ago for advice on how to stop accidentally suffocating while performing oral sex on his previous girlfriend.
As Fawnie comments that she was enjoying it Duncan would feel better about doing it. He was relatively new to the whole kink aspect of sex.
Duncan's teeth grazed his bottom lip as each moan and gasp escaped Fawnie's lips. The moans and gasps sent pulses through his body, especially throbbing cock. He began to soothe the area that he had just struck once again. Soon his hand slides down to boy shorts and his fingers would feel her wetness. He then began rubbing her bud through her panties.
Fawnie was lost in sheer erotic bliss as moments went on. Her eyes shot open when she felt Duncan's fingers touching her through her panties. Her dark brown eyes stared deep into his blue ones. Growing anxious for deep contact, Fawnie rocked and wiggled her hips against his hand.
Duncan smirked and slid his hands underneath her panties. Gently grind his finger against her clit. Her wet folds made this easy work. He continued this for a few minutes before he sits up and begins to slide his pants off, as best he could with her still on top of him. Once they were off his bulging cock would be obvious and his boxer briefs would leave very little to her already dirty mind.
He then proceeded to keep rubbing her pussy. Duncan was a very selfless man when it came to sex and he enjoyed getting his partner off before he got his.
Fawnie let out another gasp and then bit down hard on her bottom lip to silence herself as Duncan's finger rubbed against her clit. That was a very sensitive area for Fawnie so the contact would feel quite intense, causing her to involuntarily squirm as jolts of pleasure surged through her body.
She soon felt Duncan moving around and would then hear his pants fall to the floor. She looked over and was greeted with the sight of her lover's meat print. This would arouse her even more.
Duncan felt her involuntary squirms and adjusted his fingers accordingly so that he didn't ruin any semblance of an orgasm that she might be building. He watched Fawnie's facial expression. It was weird to him, but he got a great deal of pleasure from giving her pleasure. Perhaps it was his naivety to the kink, and that why people did this. He didn't know, but he knew he liked it.
She enjoyed that Duncan cared about her pleasure and put it before his own at times. Soon she could take no more and felt herself reach climax. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried as she came.
