Stepford Friends
Chapter Six – Everything But

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Jewels thank you so much for working so hard on betaing this chapter. I know how shy you get around smut, so it must have been sheer torture for you ;-) Once again I ask, "How did I get so lucky to find someone as twisted as I am to beta my work?" I still don't know, but I love it!

Warning! This chapter is for mature audiences only.

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"Taste some." Lorelai held out her fork. Luke took the offered bite as she watched his lips cover the fork before he pulled the tiramisu in. "Good?" she asked.

"Very good, but you can have the rest. I enjoy watching you eat it more than I enjoy actually eating it," he said.

"So, you're living vicariously through me?"

"Something like that," he said as he toed off his shoes, propped himself up on one elbow, and moved closer to her on the bed, still watching her eat.

"Stop it."

"What?"

"Staring at me."

"I'm not staring at you."

"What do you call it then?"

"I'm merely amazed that you can eat as much as you did at dinner and still have more room for dessert."

"Well, get used to it because I am amazing." She smiled as she placed the empty plate on the nightstand.

"Yes, you are," he said as he lifted the silver heart-shaped locket that dangled from a chain around her neck.

"Rory gave it to me."

"Hmmm. It looks pretty on you." He flipped it open to see a picture of Rory on one side of the heart. It was from when she was about six years old. She had a missing front tooth and crooked bangs across her forehead. He smiled warmly at the image as he tugged the chain gently so that the clasp was in back where it belonged. His touch was so soft and light that the sensations caused her chest and shoulders to erupt in gooseflesh. She tingled under his touch, and he sensed her shiver. "Are you sure about this? Me staying?" he asked.

She nodded. "Positive."

"Good," he said as he leaned in to kiss her, brushing his lips over hers. She immediately responded by pressing her lips into his. A soft moan escaped her as she felt his tongue seeking hers. The sensation of falling overtook her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. He didn't need much more coaxing to lift his upper body over hers and tilt his head to deepen the kiss.

His open mouth explored hers, as they became lost in the moment of unhurried, yet intense kissing. It began controlled and contained but soon sparked with heated intensity, still simmering, but ready to boil over at any moment. Luke lifted his head up first, trying to keep the passion harnessed for at least a little while. He took a moment to kiss her neck and face, and to catch his breath, wondering how he was going to make it through the night without making love to this exquisite woman, over and over again.

Not wanting to lose the warmth of his lips on hers, she lifted her face to his, pressing hot kisses on his mouth, asking for more. He could resist her no longer and pressed his lips and tongue and teeth into her, burying her head into the pillow beneath her. Irritated that the pillow was engulfing her head, she reached above her shoulder and grasped it, flinging it to the floor absentmindedly.

Wild passionate kissing led to his body finding its way on top of hers, her legs parted with his between them. Their bodies writhed with longing, as they caressed and explored the entire length of each other. Their hips found ways to increase the friction in just the right areas. Blood coursed through their veins and found paths to heighten sensitivity and bring second string areas to starting line-up positions.

Her lips were so sensitive that when he touched them with his finger, she had to lick and rub them together to stop the tingling. Smiling, and trying to bite his finger as he touched her, they teased and giggled while catching their breath. "I want to touch you, Lorelai," he said, his voice taking on the husky quality that she remembered from the previous night.

"You can touch me," she whispered breathlessly. "Please, touch me."

His mouth welcomed hers again, and his hands found their way to her warm belly. He reveled in the texture of her skin, certain that he had never felt anything so velvety smooth. Her abdomen instinctively pushed back up against his hand, causing her to gasp slightly as he splayed his fingers across the breadth of her waist.

Her fingers found their way to the edge of his sweater and she lifted it. Underneath, she encountered a t-shirt, which caused her to sigh in frustration at having to deal with another layer. She untucked the back of his tee, and her hands met his hot skin. Caressing the small of his back, then raising her hands higher, she felt his rippling muscles flex and relax as his lower body moved against hers.

Lifting her hands higher still, she lightly dragged her fingernails across his shoulder blades, causing him to lift his upper body in pleasure. She took this as an opportunity to untuck the front of his shirt and pull it up, exposing the skin on his stomach. At first touch of bare flesh on bare flesh, they each took in a deep breath. Wanting more of him on more of her, she pulled the sides of his sweater and tee to remove them. He helped the process by reaching over his shoulders, grabbing a handful of shirt on each side, and discarding the items onto the floor.

Instantly her hands were on him, caressing his chest, his arms, his shoulders. She felt the soft hair on his body, noting the texture and pattern on his chest and how the hair on his stomach tapered into a thin trail that disappeared below the waistband of his pants. The flat discs on his chest beckoned for her to touch them and tease them with her mouth, until they responded by peaking.

He took his cue from her, and lifted her sweater higher to allow his hands room to explore. They journeyed their way over her lacy bra, as he filled his palms with her warm flesh, lightly squeezing and kneading them in soft circles. His thumbs gently brushed over her nipples though the lace. Wanting to see her as well as feel her, he smoothed the sweater up to her shoulders, and she lifted herself to remove the thin garment. He gasped at her beauty when he saw the lingerie and her fair skin showing through it. "Is this on the list of things we can do?" he asked teasingly, but earnestly.

"Oh, yeah." She melted under his touch.

"Good," he growled huskily. "This bra matches your panties."

"How do you know that?"

"I remember; it wasn't that long ago." He smiled.

"What?"

"From the bottom of the stairs, I could see."

"Oh, that explains your sudden burst of enthusiasm!" she giggled.

"Well, it explains the reason I couldn't control my enthusiasm."

"You appreciate lingerie? Good to know."

"I guess I do. Did you choose this bra and panty set for me?" he asked.

"Maybe." She raised her eyebrows, giving him something to ponder.

"Did you choose it for the sex we aren't going to have?" he teased her back as he pulled on the drawstring of her pants.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"You're wearing a matching set. It would be a shame not to be able to see the whole set, together as it was meant to be seen." He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, god, you're killing me!" she feigned lamentation.

"Okay, no pressure from me." He raised both hands to show that he wasn't going to do anything without her approval.

"You're going to give up that easily?"

"Is that consent?" he asked eagerly, hooking both thumbs over her waistband, ready to go at her word. She closed her eyes and nodded, and he tugged as she lifted her hips. Pulling her pants down over her long legs, he took his time appreciating the beauty before him. He ran his hands flat against the skin of her thighs, then her knees, her calves and her ankles, being very careful with the one that he knew was sore. After he peeled her pants and socks away from her body, he took up residence on his knees, between hers, trailing his fingers up her legs in light sensuous strokes. She rested on her elbows, looking up at him.

"I can't believe we're here," he whispered, looking at her longingly and tracing slow circles around her navel. Her nerves were on high alert and ignited under his every touch. Her breathing became shallow and she longed for him to touch her in the places that he still hadn't been. "Turn over so I can see the back of these," he said, snapping the waistband of her bikinis.

She immediately rolled over and he devoured the vision of her splendor with his eyes. Starting at the back of her knees, he pressed down on her quads and massaged her in upward strokes. He veered toward the outside of her hips and felt her flesh as he worked his way up to her bra. Lowering his body from his knees to lying on top of her back, he moved her hair off of one shoulder and kissed the side of her face, then her neck.

He plastered kisses on her shoulder and bit lightly on the muscle above it. She giggled as he breathed lightly into her neck, and wriggled under his weight. His arousal was apparent, rubbing solidly into the back of her thigh, as he deftly unhooked her bra, and caressed the area where the straps had been. His hands felt the sides of her breasts that were pressed flat against the mattress below her, causing her to both gasp and twitch under his touch. His tongue made its way to the base of her neck and he kissed and licked her spine down to the top of her panties. She sighed loudly, enjoying the intensity of pleasure that shot through her spine. Once there, he knelt again and found himself pausing to appreciate the visual treat that her lacy garment offered.

The light blue bikinis stretched over the broadest part of her hips and formed a triangle that cut diagonally across the roundest part of her cheeks. One side was wedged slightly between them. Luke plucked it out by his sliding his finger under the elastic, so that he could she how beautiful her skin looked against them. Wanting to experience more of her, he kneaded each side of her ass before leaning over to kiss it lightly. Since her nerves were so alert, she found herself extra sensitive and began to laugh. "Oooh, that tickles!" She rocked back and forth, and kicked her legs to release some of the tension.

"Tickles, huh?" he teased, "How about this?" He took a mouthful of her cheek that was exposed immediately below her bikini, and began sucking intently on it.

She laughed heartily and yelled, "Ahh, Luke! No, stop it!" Her laughing subsided as she was immobilized in pleasure. "Oh, god!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Just a little love mark for you to remember me by," he teased arrogantly after removing his mouth with a loud smack of his lips.

She was still laughing as her spine twisted and she rolled over.

He found himself with his face at the front of her panties, and her breasts exposed. He knew that as far as they had already gone, he didn't have consent to touch her 'there' so he scooted up. "Hey, half-naked girl," he said looking at her face to decipher her mood. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Kiss me," she said, welcoming him in her arms. He obliged with passion and lusty growls from deep in his throat. Hands on her breasts again, he caressed them without any barriers, bringing his mouth down to savor the texture of the soft creamy flesh and the taught, erect nipples. He stroked his thumb over one, then brought it to his mouth. He softly brushed his lips over it, then flicked his tongue, wetting it slightly. Then he gently ran his mouth over the summit, moving his lips in a circle so that her nipple outlined them. Finally, he enveloped it in his mouth, suckling softly and teasingly. He used his tongue to circle and to caress it, causing her mind to imagine him doing the same thing to another part of her anatomy and sending sparks of electricity shooting between her legs.

He worked his way over to her other breast, where she responded with quiet, but enthusiastic gasps of encouragement. Her hips moved in increasingly urgent circles with each kiss and flick of his tongue. His pelvis responded to hers in kind, matching each revolution in rhythm and intensity.

"Oh, God," he said, sitting up on his knees again, adjusting his trousers to alleviate some of the pressure caused by his zipper pressing down on his groin. She was breathless, her eyes heavy-lidded as she gazed at him through her lashes. Her legs slightly parted and clad only in the small blue triangles that hid her most intimate flesh. He held her gaze. "Let me look at you," he said.

Unself-conscious in her desire, she pulled down on the sheer fabric, lifting her hips as she slid them down. He exhaled in a slow steady stream. His eyes left hers, only momentarily, to watch the scrap of lace slip off her foot, and disappear over the edge of the bed.

Sliding his hand up her legs again, he said, "So smooth. Did you shave them for me?"

"Yes," she breathed.

And here, he said, touching her softly below the small, neatly groomed rectangle, "Did you shave this for me tonight, too?" he asked.

"Yes, I thought of you," she admitted.

"So sexy," he whispered.

She responded by moving her hands slowly to her breasts. She cupped them lightly and pushed them together, watching Luke's eyes darken with desire. Reflected in those eyes, she recognized herself as an extremely desirable woman.

Reaching out to touch her glistening center, his hand brushed lightly over her moist curls and she continued to stroke and knead her breasts, feeling desirous enough to display herself this way for the first time ever, her legs parted in anticipation of more touching. Sliding his fingers along her folds, he marveled at how silky and wet she was. Effortlessly his finger slid into her, causing her to gasp and her back to arch. He leaned in closer and inserted another finger, then turned his hand palm up. He slid in and out, then crooked his fingers inside her, hitting a spot that caused her hips to jerk recklessly.

He slid his thumb over her sensitive nub and she whimpered and called out for more. But he didn't stroke her there again, instead, he gently guided one of her hands below. She allowed him to lead her, where she hesitated at first, then traced her nub with small, slow circles using two fingers. He dipped her fingers into her opening so she could use some of her own moisture to please herself. Both of them working in sync, she on the outside and he on the inside, brought her right to the edge. Just before going over, he nudged her hand aside and lowered his face to her center. Breathing her in and tasting her for the first time, he let out a deep throaty growl of appreciation.

When his tongue touched her hub of nerves, sensations shot through her body. His mouth was wet and warm, and soft and silky, all at once. And the feeling of his tongue sliding over her was so overwhelmingly sensual, she lost all inhibitions and moaned deeply within her throat, saying things she never would say in the light of day.

"Oh, Luke, I've wanted you for so long!" she gasped.

Her words only served to encourage him as he devoured her entire sex. He used his lips and tongue and mouth to tease and taste her every fold, savoring the sweet aroma and relishing the soft texture inside and out. He sought to give her pleasure, and in the quest he gained the satisfaction of experiencing intimacy like he had never known. Her entire being seemed to be in his hands; he had never felt so powerful, so strong, or so masculine as he did with Lorelai writhing in ecstasy before him.

As she reached the pinnacle of her journey, her arms stretched out and grabbed the bedspread. She grasped and clawed, trying to hold on to anything to help her gain the control that had eluded her. Reaching the point of no return, she relinquished and allowed the rolling waves of pleasure to wash over her as her inner muscles contracted and relaxed for what seemed like an eternity, until finally her body was too sensitive to take any more. "Stop…please…stop," she begged. He ceased movement, but kept his mouth on her to feel her twitching as she wound down from her climax.

"You are so beautiful there," he said as he lifted his body to meet her with a deep passionate kiss that mirrored the ministrations that he had just preformed on her intimate flesh.

"Oh, my god! I had no idea it could be like that!" she gasped, catching her breath. He hugged her closely stroking her hair while she regained her composure. She clung to him tightly, feeling pleasantly surprised, and completely satisfied.

After several minutes of winding down, she said, "I need to sit up for a minute, okay?"

"Oh, okay," he said, slightly confused.

"Will you stand over here?" She gestured and he moved to where she indicated. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing the side of her face against his stomach. Luke stroked her hair looking down at her longingly. She turned her head and kissed his stomach, tracing the hair around his navel with her lips. She reached to unlatch his belt while looking up at his face. He closed his eyes momentarily, then grasped her wrist.

"Lorelai, no."

"But I want to touch you," she said, as she slid her hand up to the outline of his desire.

"I'm telling you, I can't promise to resist you if you unzip my pants."

"But, don't you want me to touch you?" she asked.

"Yes. God, yes. But I won't be able to keep away. There's no way I'd be able to stop myself without my pants on."

"I want to take care of you, Luke. Let me pleasure you," she said, looking up at him while resuming the unbuckling of his belt.

"But you said you weren't ready for this to be sexual yet," he said, with a question in his voice.

"It's not really sex. Think of it as us practicing our Latin," she said through a devilish smile.

"Is that right?"

"That's right," she said mischievously.

"Remind me to call on you anytime I need to rationalize some questionable behavior," he said, impressed with her Gilmorian logic.

"Those Latin terms sure come in handy," she said.

He looked down at Lorelai, watching her unhooking his belt, as he had so many times in his imagination. He gathered her hair into one hand so he could have a better view as she unbuttoned his slacks, and slowly pulled his zipper down. He rested his other hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he stepped out of his slacks, before kicking them to the side.

Unable to resist stroking his obvious arousal through the royal boxer briefs, she ran her palm along its entire length. Luke closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh as she buried her face in his stomach again, peppering it with kisses and nibbles. She ran her fingers under his thick elastic waistband, and brought her kisses lower, causing him to emit resonating groans from deep within his throat.

Before pulling down the fabric, she allowed her kisses to linger on the outside of his briefs, while she blew hot breath through the cloth onto his already smoldering body. When she finally pulled down on the fabric, she was treated with the aroma of his masculinity, a mixture of musk and soap. She inhaled the scent unveiled to her and breathed it in deeply, taking an appreciative glance at him as she removed his cotton undergarment.

Holding him in one hand and slowly stroking from the base up his entire length, she marveled at the smooth, even sheen, and rock hard density of his shaft. She rubbed her cheek on it, relishing the soft skin and the raised heat of his passion. She turned her face to flick her tongue at the tip of his head, sampling the sweet preview that collected in a few tasty droplets.

Trying to control her urge to devour him immediately, she consciously slowed her breathing and ran her tongue from his base, up his length, back to his tip. Becoming more enthusiastic as she savored him, she allowed herself more tasting and circled him with just her tongue at first, then her whole mouth. The heat from her mouth, intensified by the wetness of her tongue, caused his breathing to become shallow and labored. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back.

She took what she could into her mouth, and slowly lowered her lips as far as they could go. When she reached the point where her mouth had to stop, she allowed her hand to finish the stroke. Reaching a rhythm that allowed her to savor him completely, she used her other hand to cup his ass, and guide his hips into pumping slightly to meet her mouth gently. Once they established their rhythm, she pulled her hand around from behind him, and softly cupped his testicles, rolling them carefully in her hand.

"Oh, god, Lorelai, I'm not going to last," he gasped.

She continued to concentrate on pleasuring him fully and worked with even more zeal as she heard his cries.

"I'm close!" he called out.

She could feel his sex compacting and preparing to unload. She wanted him. All of him. She grew more excited as he reached new heights, increasing the amount of suction and friction she bestowed upon him, anticipating his release. He stopped pumping his hips, and let go of her hair, allowing her the freedom to move when his inevitable climax arrived.

"Oh, Lorelai, I'm going to explode!" he called out in ecstasy, giving her fair warning. She continued on her quest to satisfy him without wavering or hesitating in the slightest. She welcomed his release, allowing him to empty his desire fully. Holding on to his hips, she remained with him, until she was convinced he was completely sated.

He took a few steps and collapsed on the bed, splayed diagonally with his arms outstretched. She snuggled up next to him with her head on his arm as he recovered. "I'm sorry. I tried to warn you," he explained.

"You did warn me. I knew what to expect, and I wanted to please you," she said. "

"Next time you don't want to have sex, let's practice these Latin terms," he said jokingly.

"Both of them," she agreed.

They remained intertwined for awhile before Lorelai said, "I need to get ready for bed. Don't move, okay?"

"I'm not moving."

She made her way to the bathroom and scooped up his t-shirt on the way. When she returned, she planted a firm toothpaste kiss on his lips.

"Mmmm, what's that? Cinnamon?" he asked.

"Yep. I have a toothbrush for you. I hope you don't hate orange. They come in packs of three. Rory takes the purple; I take the red. Then there's the orange, always lonely and un-chosen."

"I don't care what color it is."

"Good, then you can have the orange ones from now on," she said as he rose to take his turn in the bathroom. From now on, he thought.

When he returned, he slid under the covers where he found Lorelai waiting. "You look good in my shirt." He smiled at her.

"You don't mind?" she asked. "It smells like you. Can I keep it for when you're not here?"

"Sure," he said, wondering why he wouldn't be there. "I just thought of something. My truck is parked out front. Should I go move it?"

"Where would you move it to?"

"I guess I would have to take it home."

"You want to go?" She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"No, I don't want to go. I just thought you might not want everyone to see my truck out there in the morning. They're probably watching it right now."

"I don't care about the truck," she said holding him tightly.

"I could bring it home and walk back."

"You would do that?"

"For you? Of course."

"Stay with me," she said. "And Luke, try not to break my heart."

He didn't say anything for several seconds. They both listened to silence, while Luke measured his words. "What about my heart, Lorelai?"

"But you don't need me."

"I do need you."

"When we were apart, you were okay."

"I'm not sure why you think that, but I wasn't okay. Not for one minute of one day, was I okay without you. Nothing was right without you."

"Really?"

"Cross my heart." They lay together in a warm, comforting embrace, allowing their protective walls to fall, and sleep to begin washing over them.

Right before dozing off, Lorelai remembered to ask, "Did you hang your toothbrush on the T-shaped holder?"

"Yeah," he breathed with his eyes closed.

"One side was always empty; it was unbalanced," she whispered sleepily.

"Now the boyfriend side is balanced."

"That's good."

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To be continued…