Steamed and Steamy
Nothing like a sunny day on the beach to soak up some sun, something my doctor told me I should do. The warm sun felt good on my skin but was blinding my eyes. I came prepared though, sunglasses and a wide brimmed white hat to keep the sun off my face. My red and white bikini was a new purchase that I treated myself to. Hey I missed Paris; getting myself a slightly sexy swimsuit was deserved. Just as I get comfortable on the sand I hear angry yelling and what sounds like a fight about to break out. I wouldn't pay too much attention but I happen to know one of the voices, not very well mind you but well enough that I listen.
"Why don't you stay out of my fucking face you blind moron!" Owen growls.
Then I hear the sound of a punch, I look over to see that Owen has punched one guy. Another guy takes a swing at him but Owen ducks but the first boy springs up and decks him in the jaw. I jump up grabbing my bag and towel, running over just as Owen tackles one of them to the ground. I have no doubts in Owen's fighting ability but it's two against one which isn't fair. Not to mention that these other guys don't exactly look like they fight fair. I barely know Owen; actually we spent the last three years basically ignoring each other. However I've never been a fan of violence and I really don't want my beautiful day ruined by watching Owen get beat up or even a little bloody. I sling my bag on my shoulder and run over to them as fast as I can in the sand. Hoisting my towel around Owen's waist I use the leverage to pull him back, stopping him from throwing a punch but also from getting punched.
"Stop it all of you!" I insist getting between them. "Owen let's go. Whatever it is, I'm sure it isn't worth fighting over," I persist.
"Well how about you come with us hottie and we'll tell you what it was about?" suggests one of the guys looking me over lustfully.
"Yeah you're practically popping out of that swimsuit I think you should just take it off," says the other.
"Watch your fucking mouths!" Owen barks at them moving forward to punch again but I grab his hand.
"Owen stop let's just go please. I'll buy you lunch, anything but please no fighting!" I beg.
He glares at the two and then looks at me, he seems to be mentally debating whether or not to stay and fight or leave with me. It seems he decides when he turns picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. I don't particularly enjoy being dragged off caveman style but Owen is still seething mad and at least he isn't trying to fight so I give in letting him carry me. He walks quickly through the sand although he seems to have forgotten his shirt and shoes back there. We get to the parking lot and his SUV; he sets me down and unlocks the car. I get in the passenger seat mostly because I'm afraid to let him go off alone. He jumps in the driver's seat slamming the door shut and takes off at a fast speed without bothering to put on his seat belt.
Owen is so very tense and angry, I'm afraid to ask him where we're going. He does at least stop at red lights and stop signs but doesn't pay too much attention to the traffic other than that. Within a few minutes we're back in our neighborhood and we're heading to DeGrassi. It's late afternoon in the middle of summer, there shouldn't be anyone at the school. Owen doesn't park in the front though, he goes around the back and we go in through a side door. It's a little known entrance to the school but it gets passed down to each generation of ravine kids so it's no surprise that Owen knows about it. I know about it because of Spinner and Jay.
We walk straight to the weight room, the door is locked but Owen takes the pin from my hair and picks the lock. Why am I not surprised he can pick locks? When the door is open he takes my hand and pulls me into the room with him then closes the door behind us. I left my bag and the towel in his car but I kind of wish I'd brought the towel now. Owen goes straight to the punching bag and starts wailing on it, probably using it as a proxy for the two guys back on the beach. I sit on a weight lifting bench, the kind with the big barbells that you get underneath. For about ten minutes Owen just wails on the punching bag, grunting and growling as he punches it furiously, he works up a sweat but at least he's getting out his pent up anger and energy.
"Feel better?" I ask when he's stopped and seems to be catching his breath a minute.
He looks at me but he still looks angry, rather than answering he grabs me around the waist and smashes his lips to mine! As shocked as I am that Owen is kissing me I melt into the kiss quickly. Maybe it's the passion with which he's kissing me but the fevered kiss makes me melt. My arms go around his neck and my lips part for him as if they have a mind of their own. As soon as he's been granted access, his tongue shoots in and fights with mine for dominance. His hands move down grabbing my ass and he lifts me up, my legs encircle his waist, he walks forward a few feet laying me on the gym mats and my legs come down around him.
His arm goes around my lower back now, the other hand supporting his weight off me but his lips never leave mine. Going up on his knees he takes his arm from around me and now has both his hands free. He's already half naked and apparently he wishes me to be too because he unties my bathing suit top and takes it off. My breasts fall free and his hands gravitate to them and squeeze gently, this action eliciting a soft moan from me. Rolling my nipples between his fingers they become hard, he pinches my nipples softly and I whimper slightly but it was not painful, rather it was pleasurable.
His hand brushes down my belly and he finds my bathing suit bottoms, tugging them down forcefully and I gasp a little. Not from fear but mere surprise at the sudden animalistic show of force. I'm sure if I told Owen to stop that he would; the thing is I really don't want him to stop. Remarkably I am very turned on and excited by this, his alpha male aggression goes against everything I usually like but at the moment I'm loving it. With the spot between my legs exposed Owen wriggles a finger into me. I let out a quivering gasping moan, jolting up a little and gripping his shoulders.
He deepens the kiss as his finger works my hole, my body shakes and my kiss with him becomes almost desperate. He seems to notice this and his finger moves faster before he adds another and I moan into the kiss. Suddenly his lips leave mine, he goes up kneeling between my legs, then he stands and takes my swimsuit bottoms off completely. He tosses them into the room and I begin to feel self conscious being totally naked in front of him, especially now that he's watching me, not to mention that we're at school. Owen quickly gets out of his board shorts and kneels between my legs as I begin to cover my nakedness with my arms.
"Don't," Owen says catching my arm, "let me see your lusciously sexy body."
I bite my lip and feel myself blush but I stop trying to cover myself and grip his shoulders instead. His lips abduct mine in a wanting, carnally coveted kiss, my lips part and his tongue slides in again. Just as his tongue dominates mine his rock hard erection thrusts into me. I whimper and make a shuddering moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Owen doesn't seem to care at all though; he slides in slowly, every time my body tenses because it hurts he stops for a minute to allow me to adjust. He is much bigger than Eli and I start to wonder if my small frame can accommodate him, but he manages to get all the way in. It's painful but at the same time it feels indescribably good! Owen stops moving, waiting for my body to mold around him.
He kisses me harder, his arm sliding under my back and lifting me up a little. He begins to pull out slowly, my body quivers as a moan is elicited from my lips and Owen's name falls off the end. No longer able to kiss him he props himself up a little and seems to be watching me. I would feel self conscious but I am much too lost in the depths of erotic bliss, lost in the throes of carnal desire to be self conscious. It feels like forever that Owen goes slowly, thrusting in and out slow and gentle but as soon as my cries no longer have an ounce of pain in them he begins thrusting harder. He's pounding hard and furious, all that pent up energy and left over aggression comes out again. When my eyes will open Owen seems to be watching my breasts bounce. I feel my body tense, my core tightens around Owen, my toes curl and I know I'm about to release. Putting my hand behind his neck I bring him down to kiss me again, wishing to muffle my cries to be on the safe side. My orgasmic cry is released against my lover's lips. My body shakes, my lips taken away from his so I can breathe just as Owen emits a guttural grunt from the back of his throat.
He slows his movements and then stops completely pulling out of me. I whimper once again because of this action and my body shakes even more. I curl onto my side as I continue to tremble. Owen lies next to me, he's breathing hard and we're both drenched by sweat, his arm comes around my waist and he kisses the back of my neck. After a few minutes of recovering his breath and letting the blood flow to his brain once more, everything that just happened hits Owen.
"Shit Clare I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking! I was just so… I didn't mean to r… I mean…" he stumbles over his words and stands up quickly.
"Owen, relax," I assert interrupting him, "I could have said no but I didn't because I wanted to, I would have stopped you if I didn't. Besides it wasn't my first time," I remind him as everyone heard about me and Eli on prom night.
"Oh right Dr. Doom on prom night," Owen remarks rolling his eyes as he pulls his shorts on again. "Didn't you get back together with him and shouldn't you be in Paris with my brother and Maya?" He questions as I sit up and put my swimsuit top on again.
"We did get back together and were still dating up until about a week ago," I reply as I pull on the swimsuit bottom. "I was sick; I had a cancerous tumor in my back."
"You had cancer?!" Owen exclaims shocked and maybe even a little bit of worry in his tone.
"Had to do six weeks of chemo over the summer, didn't you notice the dark wig? The only reason it didn't come off during sex is that some of my hair is growing back and I could pin it in." I remark.
"You're a girl, I just figured you changed your hairstyle again, I mean you cut it all off before you started grade ten," He shrugs sitting down on a weight lifting bench. "So what happened with Goldsworthy?" Owen asks.
"He stayed with me while I was in the hospital, even helped nurse me through cancer. Two weeks ago I found out I was in remission so he returned to New York to go to NYU. One night my laptop is ringing and I think he's video calling me, only when I hit accept I get greeted by the sight of my boyfriend having sex with some dumb blonde. I broke up with him right then and haven't spoken to him since. Adam and Drew know, and I'm sure Drew told Dallas but I haven't told anyone else yet. I missed going to Paris because I was sick and the boy I was in love with and thought I would be with forever cheated on me. Shouldn't you be away at University or something?" I question rapidly changing the subject off of my depressing life.
"Going to U of T, I just moved into my dorm room a couple of days ago. Since that bastard cheated on you and you had the good sense to break up with him," Owen says getting up and coming over to me, his hands encircling my waist, "You should be my girlfriend," Owen grins.
"Oh I should huh?" I smile.
He responds by coupling our lips, my arms go around his neck as I vanish into the kiss and his lips. The sound of the door opening breaks us apart and we see a very shocked Dallas gawking at us.
"Holy shit! That is not a sight I ever expected to see!" Dallas exclaims.
"Hey Dallas," Owen grins keeping his arm around me.
"What are you two doing in swimsuits in the weight room and why does it smell like sex in here?" Dallas inquires.
"Well Owen and I are dating now and we, uh, just had a little work out in the weight room. Don't tell Adam, or Drew… about the sex in the weight room, not the dating part," I request.
"Yeah well you'd better get out here then, we're cleaning up the last of the camp stuff. Yesterday was the last day and they could come this way any minute." Dallas tells us.
"We should get going anyway, I should probably feed you." Owen remarks.
"Yeah uh you two might want to put on some more clothes first," Dallas says and we both smile.
Bidding goodbye to Dallas and promising to stop by the Torres house later we get back in Owen's SUV.
"You are on birth control right?" Owen questions as he begins driving and I laugh while nodding. "Good, so where would you like to eat?" Owen asks.
"How about you show me your dorm room, we can order a pizza and relax and then maybe work up a sweat again. Then I can 'accidently' call Eli," I suggest.
"You've got a devilish side, I like it!" Owen grins and speeds off for his dorm room.