Chapter 2
You insisted, so I'm making a second chapter. This one's a little more explicit than the first chapter.
Stanton kissed Serena forehead again, and put his arms around her. She snuggled closer, tossed her hair, and smiled contentedly at him.
He was still at her house, and still ashamed at himself while giving her a false smile. He should have stopped a long time ago. How dare he debauch someone as sweet as Serena? As if on cue, she snuggled closer, yawned, and put her hands on his chest. He smiled down at her, honestly this time, and caressed her hair. It was almost 11:00. He should leave. They'd gone at it four times already, and it wasn't until her last screaming orgasm that he realized what he had done to her. He had taken his share of women in his time, but never someone as young as Serena. Well, only once before, but that was because he was the same age as her. Which he supposed didn't make it better.
But he couldn't help himself. He was blown away by how sexy she looked tonight. Especially when he finally got past the sheets. Dear God, she was beautiful. As he ran his hand down her small back, he noticed suddenly that Serena was a little softer tonight. He could tell by the countless times he had taken Serena into his arms. But indeed, she was a little softer.
'In all the right places,' He thought with a grin. But that was understandable considering the fact that she came twice just now. Only then did he realize just how easy that task was.
He was also touched by the fact that she had bought sparkling cider. And unless he was mistaken, there was a hint of cinnamon in her room, and the satin sheets were brand new. But the gesture that endeared him the most was the fact that she had thought to be prepared.
Although the very idea that Serena thought they would only need one condom was absolutely absurd. He was a follower. And followers usually had more of a sexual appetite than normal human beings. But the fact that he was in love with Serena probably added to his insatiable track.
Serena moaned in her sleep, then turned to her back, moving slightly away from him, but her hand was now on his abdomen. With her face in plain view, he studied her relaxed expression. She looked like she felt peace when she was asleep. Knowing the truth from watching her so many nights, Stanton noted the rarity of her having a dreamless sleep. Whether it was a nightmare, abstract dream, or a fantasy, Serena barely slept without her mind being clouded by dreams.
Curious, Stanton leaned over her, his palm absently resting on her stomach and the gold ring in her naval. He carefully entered her mind, and found her mind empty. Devoid of any dreams, filled with simple peace. He smiled, glad that he could give her such a restful yet satisfying night.
A strange wickedness came up from somewhere inside him. As his thoughts began to wander, her amulet began to glow, only serving to enhance his ideas. Stanton didn't want to think such things, because Serena didn't deserve it. But that didn't extinguish his idea. So, he followed his train of thought.
Grinning, and knowing his eyes were bright gold, Stanton hovered over Serena's face, and his mind reached out for hers.
Her mind was still peaceful, but he searched beyond the mind she had now, to the place in her mind where she stored her memories, then beyond that to the point where she kept her sexual fantasies. The last time he looked there, he kept it clean, only looking at her most mild fantasies. Like the ones where they made out.
Now, he looked for the most sexual ideas in her head…
(Anyone who wishes to hear exactly WHAT he found, just give me a review and your email and you won't be ignored.)
Stanton left her mind, his cock hard as a rock, his breathing even harder. Damn! Who'd have thought Serena could think such erotic things. Although he didn't deny that some of them were just about identical to his.
Turning to his back, Stanton stacked his hands behind his head thoughtfully. Serena had plenty of fantasies alright. And now, with a smile on his face, he realized he would have no choice but to comply.
Meanwhile…
Collin opened the door with a broad smile on his face. Jimena was probably the hottest chick in L.A. And she was all his.
He slammed the door uninhibitedly, then kicked of his shoes. So proud he could whistle all the way up to his room, he stacked his hands behind his head, and instead whistled all the way to the kitchen. Clucking his tongue, he dug into the freezer, and looked for the Ben&Jerry's Phish Food. When he found it, he dug for that and a spoon, then strode into the den. The den was a library part entertainment room, and if he didn't get some MTV he was going to explode.
As he plopped onto the couch and flipped the TV on, he wondered why Serena wanted him to leave for the evening. Not that he minded. She was probably hanging out with Stanton for the day.
'Hot damn.' He though sarcastically. He figured that Stanton was good enough for his sister, if he was anything like Serena's description of him. He had only met Stanton once, and that was for a few minutes at Jimena's birthday party.
Jimena. 'Hot damn.' He thought with a roguish smile. He hadn't minded Serena wanting him to go to Jimena's. He had had one of the best afternoons of his life…
(While there is a fair share of hot making out in this one, there's no sex. But it's particularly romantic, so I'd recommend.)
Collin sighed in delightful reminisce. The Phish Food ice cream was long gone. He was about to turn off the TV when he saw a shadow moving toward the kitchen. What was Serena doing up this late? Shutting off the television, Collin rose off the couch, and walked to the kitchen. When he arrived, he stopped dead in his tracks.
A figure far too large for Serena was rummaging in the kitchen. Having no doubt on whom it was, Collin silently threw away his pint of ice cream, then said, "Hey Stanton."
Stanton stopped rummaging, shut the refrigerator, then turned to Collin, a rueful grin on his face.
Realizing one of his worst nightmares might've just come true, Collin leaned against the wall between the kitchen and the hallway, arms crossed, and said, "I hope your not here for the reasons I think."
Sighing, Stanton looked down at his feet, making him realize he was in one of Collin's own bathrobes, making the answer all too obvious.
"I'm afraid so."
A large anvil just dropped onto Collin. Right onto the heart.
You insisted, so I'm making a second chapter. This one's a little more explicit than the first chapter.
Stanton kissed Serena forehead again, and put his arms around her. She snuggled closer, tossed her hair, and smiled contentedly at him.
He was still at her house, and still ashamed at himself while giving her a false smile. He should have stopped a long time ago. How dare he debauch someone as sweet as Serena? As if on cue, she snuggled closer, yawned, and put her hands on his chest. He smiled down at her, honestly this time, and caressed her hair. It was almost 11:00. He should leave. They'd gone at it four times already, and it wasn't until her last screaming orgasm that he realized what he had done to her. He had taken his share of women in his time, but never someone as young as Serena. Well, only once before, but that was because he was the same age as her. Which he supposed didn't make it better.
But he couldn't help himself. He was blown away by how sexy she looked tonight. Especially when he finally got past the sheets. Dear God, she was beautiful. As he ran his hand down her small back, he noticed suddenly that Serena was a little softer tonight. He could tell by the countless times he had taken Serena into his arms. But indeed, she was a little softer.
'In all the right places,' He thought with a grin. But that was understandable considering the fact that she came twice just now. Only then did he realize just how easy that task was.
He was also touched by the fact that she had bought sparkling cider. And unless he was mistaken, there was a hint of cinnamon in her room, and the satin sheets were brand new. But the gesture that endeared him the most was the fact that she had thought to be prepared.
Although the very idea that Serena thought they would only need one condom was absolutely absurd. He was a follower. And followers usually had more of a sexual appetite than normal human beings. But the fact that he was in love with Serena probably added to his insatiable track.
Serena moaned in her sleep, then turned to her back, moving slightly away from him, but her hand was now on his abdomen. With her face in plain view, he studied her relaxed expression. She looked like she felt peace when she was asleep. Knowing the truth from watching her so many nights, Stanton noted the rarity of her having a dreamless sleep. Whether it was a nightmare, abstract dream, or a fantasy, Serena barely slept without her mind being clouded by dreams.
Curious, Stanton leaned over her, his palm absently resting on her stomach and the gold ring in her naval. He carefully entered her mind, and found her mind empty. Devoid of any dreams, filled with simple peace. He smiled, glad that he could give her such a restful yet satisfying night.
A strange wickedness came up from somewhere inside him. As his thoughts began to wander, her amulet began to glow, only serving to enhance his ideas. Stanton didn't want to think such things, because Serena didn't deserve it. But that didn't extinguish his idea. So, he followed his train of thought.
Grinning, and knowing his eyes were bright gold, Stanton hovered over Serena's face, and his mind reached out for hers.
Her mind was still peaceful, but he searched beyond the mind she had now, to the place in her mind where she stored her memories, then beyond that to the point where she kept her sexual fantasies. The last time he looked there, he kept it clean, only looking at her most mild fantasies. Like the ones where they made out.
Now, he looked for the most sexual ideas in her head…
(Anyone who wishes to hear exactly WHAT he found, just give me a review and your email and you won't be ignored.)
Stanton left her mind, his cock hard as a rock, his breathing even harder. Damn! Who'd have thought Serena could think such erotic things. Although he didn't deny that some of them were just about identical to his.
Turning to his back, Stanton stacked his hands behind his head thoughtfully. Serena had plenty of fantasies alright. And now, with a smile on his face, he realized he would have no choice but to comply.
Meanwhile…
Collin opened the door with a broad smile on his face. Jimena was probably the hottest chick in L.A. And she was all his.
He slammed the door uninhibitedly, then kicked of his shoes. So proud he could whistle all the way up to his room, he stacked his hands behind his head, and instead whistled all the way to the kitchen. Clucking his tongue, he dug into the freezer, and looked for the Ben&Jerry's Phish Food. When he found it, he dug for that and a spoon, then strode into the den. The den was a library part entertainment room, and if he didn't get some MTV he was going to explode.
As he plopped onto the couch and flipped the TV on, he wondered why Serena wanted him to leave for the evening. Not that he minded. She was probably hanging out with Stanton for the day.
'Hot damn.' He though sarcastically. He figured that Stanton was good enough for his sister, if he was anything like Serena's description of him. He had only met Stanton once, and that was for a few minutes at Jimena's birthday party.
Jimena. 'Hot damn.' He thought with a roguish smile. He hadn't minded Serena wanting him to go to Jimena's. He had had one of the best afternoons of his life…
(While there is a fair share of hot making out in this one, there's no sex. But it's particularly romantic, so I'd recommend.)
Collin sighed in delightful reminisce. The Phish Food ice cream was long gone. He was about to turn off the TV when he saw a shadow moving toward the kitchen. What was Serena doing up this late? Shutting off the television, Collin rose off the couch, and walked to the kitchen. When he arrived, he stopped dead in his tracks.
A figure far too large for Serena was rummaging in the kitchen. Having no doubt on whom it was, Collin silently threw away his pint of ice cream, then said, "Hey Stanton."
Stanton stopped rummaging, shut the refrigerator, then turned to Collin, a rueful grin on his face.
Realizing one of his worst nightmares might've just come true, Collin leaned against the wall between the kitchen and the hallway, arms crossed, and said, "I hope your not here for the reasons I think."
Sighing, Stanton looked down at his feet, making him realize he was in one of Collin's own bathrobes, making the answer all too obvious.
"I'm afraid so."
A large anvil just dropped onto Collin. Right onto the heart.