Sorry for the ridiculous wait. Big thanks to mentor, Rumpole, who persistently encouraged the completion of this chapter.
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As Cory lifted his gaze from the grass before him, the sunset's dying brightness glowed in his tawny eyes. Chin resting on forearms, errands forgotten, he dreamily watched the fiery orb lower down the rolling green fields until it finally disappeared into the ground. The evening was comfortably warm, and Cory opted for his outdoors outfit - faded jeans and a soft, white cotton t-shirt that let him feel the cooling grass against his chest.
A foot cheekily nudged his ribs, and Cory twisted to see companion.
"We thought you'd conked out," Katie grinned down at him, hooking both thumbs over the sides of her tight denim shorts.
The approaching dusk illuminated her against the skyline, and she appeared unnaturally picturesque, even immortal. Her loose, long-sleeved shirt had a deep v-neck and the blue material dipped low enough to see the delicious curves of her cleavage. Her hair was out, and the dark, soft strands gently moved with the breeze, framing her lovely face.
"What are you thinking?" Katie narrowed her green eyes at Cory's staring silence, and she tickled his arm with her toes.
"Just that you're breath-taking," Cory answered, watching cynical humour creep across her features.
Katie rolled her eyes and dropped onto her belly beside him in the grass.
"We don't have to go back right away," she murmured, thoughtfully rubbing her cheek against his bicep.
Responding to the feel of her warm skin on his shoulder, Cory turned and tilted her chin upward so he could kiss her. Katie's lips were so full and soft. Cory's heart raced, he wanted the moment to last forever, and the surrounding nature hummed with approval, enhancing their intimacy. As the exciting warmth spread toward his lower body, an inevitable pang of remorse forced him to draw back.
"I'll never stop being sorry for that night," Cory whispered against her mouth.
"It doesn't matter," Katie smiled, playfully tugging his lower lip with her teeth, impatient to continue. Her large eyes glittered strikingly in the twilight as they met his, and lowered to his mouth. "I don't blame you, Cory."
Cory paused to admire her long, dark eye-lashes, and relented. He kissed her passionately, shifting to his side so her could cup her breast through the shirt's loosely flowing fabric. Sighing into his mouth, Katie's hands sneaked between them, stroking up his wide, hard chest, then down to his belt buckle. Feeling a strange twinge in his gut that he couldn't place, Cory pulled away and rolled onto his back.
"Why can't I forget?" he pondered aloud, noting the stars, which glimmered more brightly as night fell. He started as Katie merrily rolled atop him, adjusting to deliberately press against his cock.
"Mmmm," she moaned wickedly, grinding. "Should I feel bad that guilt becomes you?'
"Maybe." Cory's sombreness melted to lust as he reached up under her shirt to trace around her firm breasts with his fingertips, his thumbs raised to brush her nipples. Sliding his hands down her trim waist, they rested on her bare thighs, gently squeezing, her skin warm against the heat of his palms.
"Please let me, Cory," Katie suddenly pleaded, slowly rocking back and forth. "Just let it happen."
The warning twinge returned, and confusion mingled with a mild uneasiness. It was surreal, unsettling... and yet, perfect. Cory couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else. The uncertainties vanished as Katie smoothed her hands down his abdomen, and unbuckled his belt.
"I want to taste you," she smiled excitedly, sounding slightly curious. Katie's features slightly blurred in the dark, her hair flowed well past her breasts, strangely longer than he remembered. "I want to try everything..."
"Uh-huh..." Cory muttered. Dismissing his instincts, his head dropped back into the soft grass, and his hips tensed with anticipation as Katie's small hands tentatively searched his pants, finally wrapping around him.
"I want you, Cory," Katie continued, sliding down him to lower her full, pink mouth to his hard cock.
"Yes..." Cory groaned.
"Please let me," Rosa breathed. Carefully watching Cory, she licked up the large shaft, and flicked her tongue around the head, hoping he wouldn't wake up.
It was the middle of the night. Rosa hoped Cory would be awake when she peeked into his room, but he clearly wasn't. Before she could retreat, curiosity got the better of her, and she waited until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. And so, she got an eyeful of him lying on the bed, only half-covered by a thin, silk bed-sheet.
The light in the hall cast shadows across his physique, and Rosa stood in the doorway for a long while examining his strong thighs, toned torso, the muscle in his arms. The recent stress and anxiety had faded from Cory's handsome face in his sleep. She wanted to run her hands through his short, ash-brown hair, which seemed blonde in the dim, yellow light. She wanted to look into his light eyes and see them stare back at her with desire.
Unable to resist the enticing sight, she'd crept into his bed, kissed and straddled him, shocked and jubilant when he ardently responded, as though eager to taste her. Only intending a harmless exploration, she was encouraged by his response. Wildly reckless with arousal, she was tempted to suck his cock for the first time.
Teenage hormones raging, her pussy was drenched, and without checking she could feel built-up moisture in the gusset of her panties. Despite common sense pointing every other direction, Rosa knew with resounding force that she wanted more -- she wanted Cory to take her virginity. She wanted it to be him.
Cory groaned as Rosa gently sucked him. Her heart beat faster as his hand moved, instinctively reaching down to smooth her long hair back from her face, his fingertips gingerly traced her jaw.
"Katie..." he muttered, jerking his hips.
Rosa was too excited to care about what she already knew - that Cory's heart was taken. Right now, he belonged to her. As her lips massaged around his cock, her other hand moved down her body. Slipping beneath the thin layer of her panties, her fingers were quickly saturated, so much that it was difficult to get any friction against her swollen clit.
"Mmuhh," she moaned around Cory's cock. Her fingers worked urgently between her legs as she swiftly realised all she had missed by her sexual inexperience.
Cory's large hand, gently stroking her face, was all the approval she needed. His warm, hard length throbbed in her mouth almost therapeutically. She wanted him to kiss her, touch her, finger her, fuck her.
The thrill of being so intimate with him made her giddy. In the space of a few minutes, Rosa became blind to her actions and only knew a strong desire to be closer to Cory. She wanted him to teach her everything about sex. Would he wake up if she tried to fuck him? Could she straddle him again, but this time, let him slowly enter her...
Forgetting subtlety, Rosa loudly moaned as her heart pounded with building excitement. Approaching climax, she thrust against her hand, causing the bed to move. Cory slowly roused to the pleasant sensation of a wet mouth on his cock. Then a very nasty shock twisted within him, as he woke to his surroundings.
"What the...What the fuck!" Cory gasped, abruptly sitting up. His hand briskly turned Rosa's chin to the light of the hallway. His eyes widened as he registered her guilty young face. The sheen of saliva coating her lips and chin.
"Rosa? What- Oh, my god." Cory raked an agitated hand over his head. Trying to recover from a groggy mixture of sleep and shock, he struggled to process what had happened, and the ramifications. How old was she? Did he fuck her?
Reaching aside to tug the side-lamp chain on the bedside, he discovered with relief that at least Rosa was dressed, albeit scantily.
Her long, dark hair was out, and the caramel ends curled past the sides of her chest. Cory could see she was bra-less, full breasts pressed against a tight, white singlet. Though the room was warm, her nipples were clearly visible beneath the fabric. Involuntarily glancing lower, beyond her bare waistline, Cory saw very sheer, olive-coloured panties. Rosa quickly removed her hand, and before he could look away, the sight of her glistening fingers seared into Cory's brain.
"I-I'm sorry... I thought- I didn't mean-" Rosa stammered, unable to take her eyes off his exposed cock, still hard and shining with her saliva.
"Why- Why have you-?" Cory stuttered, following her gaze and ripping the bedsheet across his nakedness.
"You kissed me back!" Rosa blurted shrilly.
Unsure how to deal with her, Cory could only stare.
Facing Cory's aghast speechlessness, his humiliating rejection of her, Rosa burst into tears and fled the room.
Cory gazed at the open doorway for a long time, horrified. With his recent troubles with sleep quality, he'd been bitterly convinced that there was nothing worse than his incessant nightmares. Now, he wasn't so sure.
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With great satisfaction, George leaned back in the maroon armchair and admired the sight before him.
A large, black leather ottoman stood in the centre of the room, about two metres from where he was seated. Katie lay upon it, hog-tied on her belly. Her wrists were firmly bound up to her elbows with black silk, which extended to neatly knot with the white silk wrapped about her ankles and calves.
Her dark hair was elaborately French-plaited, the long tresses pulled back and tied in with her wrist and ankle binds, forcing her head up to face forward. George had considerately placed a firm supporting cushion beneath her chin, so she could relax with little discomfort, so long as she didn't struggle.
After such lengthy contemplation, George was pleased with the end result. Though he was very experienced with decorating females, Katie was distinctly separate in class and category. This wasn't a purchased whore to be used and discarded. This was an intelligent, educated girl, soon to be part of his family. Katie's unique beauty made his mission very enjoyable, but it was the perversion of the circumstances which he found most appealing.
