Chapter 1: Just Look

It was after the 2002 party during Rory's senior year at Yale. The rest of the attendees had cleared out, leaving her and Marty Harrison alone to clean up the mess of red solo cups, beer bottles and streamers littering the floor.

As she tried to stack the solo cups on a cleared table in an organized fashion, to be discarded later, Rory found herself thinking back to the party, during which she and Marty had sat on the common area couch and talked - really talked - for the first time since their friendship had become estranged. He had called her beautiful - "Beautiful as ever," had been the exact phrasing... and he had seemed to mean it. At that time, it had made her uncomfortable, and she had mumbled something about Lucy. After all, Lucy was his girlfriend, and Rory herself still had lingering feelings for Logan, despite the fact that they were broken up.

As she stole a glance at him from across the room, stooping over to sweep in one corner, Rory wondered if she had the full story. He had only reluctantly moved on to find Lucy when she had awkwardly suggested it, and even then, there had been no natural affection between them.

She decided to face the issue head-on. In her mind, it was the only way to salvage what friendship they might still have between them. "Marty?" she called softly.

"Hmm?" He turned back as he gave one more sweep of the broom. Vaulting over the couch, he plopped down into it, giving her his undivided attention. "What's up?"

Taking a deep breath, Rory drifted closer. "Will you ever not be in love with me?" It was a question she had asked herself, many times, but had never voiced the thought aloud. She had broken his heart their sophomore year when he had confessed his love, she knew that. But would he ever be free of her?

Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was still a little drunk, for Rory suddenly began to shrug off her coat. Her camisole top followed, then out of her pants she shimmied. Registering that the girl he still wanted was undressing before him, Marty watched, transfixed.

At last, Rory was in nothing but her undergarments, yet she didn't stop there. She slid her panties down her long, creamy thighs, kicking them off her ankles, then reached back to unclasp her bra. The forbidden fruit of her breasts hung free, and she observed Marty eyeing them hungrily, his mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"Do you want me to...?" It came out strangled, and Marty seemed at a loss for how to respond.

Blushing, Rory shook her head. "No. Just look." She had never revealed herself completely to anyone before. Not like this. In the case of both Dean and Logan, she had undressed herself hurriedly with their help for the sole purpose of getting her on her back fast. She had never savored the act of undressing, nor stood and allowed anyone to appreciate the beauty she was born with.

Feeling rather bold, almost... sexy, Rory floated closer to Marty until she was towering over him. Her bare breasts hung lower. Gasping, Marty reached out, his hand floating near her ribcage, almost touching the wonderful curves, but not quite. It was admirable, how he was restraining himself.

Quietly, Rory sank onto his lap and straddled him. Deft fingers reached out and unzipped the zipper of his jeans. Parting the fly, her hand brushed a hard, stiff bulge and she sucked in a breath. He was straining, aching for her. Feeling brave thanks to the drink, Rory plunged her hand into his underwear and clasped the length in her fist. Marty's cry was silenced by Rory's lips slamming against his in a heated kiss. She closed her eyes.

He tasted nice, his lips soft like butter. As she parted his lips and wriggled her tongue in between the space to deepen the kiss, Rory freed Marty's member from its elastic prison and guided it to her slick, throbbing folds. Odd. When had she become so wet? Casting the thought from her mind, she sank onto him, impaling herself so that he slid deep into her core.

Marty had finally gotten his wits about himself enough to kiss her back, his arms encircling her frame and his digits running up and down her spine.

"Mmmm... Hmmmm..." Rory groaned deeply in pleasure as she began to roll her hips. Rock against him. Up and down... up and down... Marty began to thrust independently in perfect time, as his seductress began to bounce up and down on his lap. Rory's bare buttocks landing on his thighs made a deliciously delightful SMACK of a sound.

"Urrrr... Uhhhhh... Guhhhh! Ohhhhhh! God!" Rory cried, moaning incessantly into Marty's plundering lips. He was quivering violently against her and she embraced him, hoping that her arms might calm him. But at last, he seized, and in a brief instant where their lips were free, he cried, "Rory!" and ejaculated into her.

Close herself, Rory began furiously humping against him. Marty's face was buried between her breasts, his tongue twining around her perk nipples. He sucked on one, prompting her to let out a sigh and come apart around him.

When they both came down from their high, Rory kissed Marty's lips once, very gently and rose gracefully off of him. She dressed sultrily, knowing he was watching her every move. At least he would have something to remember her by. Turning by the door, she regarded him sadly.

"Goodbye, Marty." He took that as his cue to leave. After he was gone, Rory forgo the rest of the cleaning up and trudged sadly to bed.