Rachel, doing her evening reading, was perusing through The Gunslinger by Stephen King. Rachel was a sucker for horror fictions with rich, vivid literature. The pages were gentle upon her fingertips, and her synapses danced to the humble ink. She felt safe within these pages.
Rachel had one book in one hand, and her other was mindlessly drawing circles on her bed linen. She was wearing a dark oversized tee with bleach blemishes and a low-rise, cotton panty with a lace waistband. The underwear covered her moderately, showing a bit of her lower body.
Right as Rachel is about to end a chapter, Garfield calls her phone.
Rachel answers. "Hey, Gar."
"Hey, Rae. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. I was in the middle of reading."
"Ouu, we know how much of a bookworm you are," By the way Garfield spoke, Rachel could tell he was smiling. "I must be pretty important if my call is answered during your readin' sesh."
Rachel teases him. "Whatever makes you sleep at night. How are you?"
"I'm good, can't complain. I just came back from the park, I was playing basketball with Rich and Vic. Basketball is something I'm not cut out for. The hand-eye-body coordination… I don't have it." Garfield chuckles.
Rachel traces another pattern on her sheets. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
"Hopefully," Garfield gets straight to the point. "Can I stop by and see you tonight?"
"Of course," Rachel didn't hesitate, although the request did throw her off guard. Then her voice turns velvety. "No one's home."
Garfield's smirk was apparent in how he spoke.
"On my way."
Within two minutes Garfield rang the doorbell to the Roth's house. Rachel went downstairs to open the door.
"Hi." Rachel jumped in Garfield's arms, and he caught her instantly.
"Hey there," He smiles as she meshes their lips together.
Rachel uses her hand to close the door, then Garfield reaches to lock it.
Rachel's well-fleshed legs, wrapped about Garfield's strong waist. Tongues and teeth were entangled in sultry whispers. Garfield's hand steadies her thigh, and runs a path up the side of her body; so much so that her shirt gets hiked up. His fingers get caught in the band of her thong, and he tugs at it.
Rachel's dangerous manner of lip and tongue surprised, but aroused Garfield. Her fingers are entangled in his long hair, and he puts her between himself and the nearest wall. His finger skims over a patch of alabaster skin, and she crumbles to a gasp.
"How come it's just you home?" Garfield husks between a hellish kiss.
"Mom and Dad," Rachel whimpers as Garfield breaks the kiss, moving to her neck. "They're out for dinner."
"Lucky me. How far? I'd hate to rush our time together."
"I-I'm not sure. I want to take all the time I can with you— though. We should… be fine," She breathes, feeling the heat between their bodies. "They left not too long ago."
"I hear you," The pleasure is welling in Garfield's tone. "You're so full of tension," His mind can barely form a thought, but he whispers his intentions between her lips. "It's been a while since you got your quick fix."
They could taste the pleasure.
"Appointment long overdue," Rachel squeals as Garfield fastens her arms above her head, and deepens a salacious suck on her neck. The rings on his fingers dented her skin in a way that turned her on.
He manages a graveled "I know," and Rachel laughs as he brings her upstairs.
Garfield swiftly closes the door with his foot, and in the most rough but gentle way, tosses Rachel on her bed.
He throws his backpack on the ground.
He kisses her with great haste, pulling on her bottom lip lightly with his teeth, and rolling his tongue piercing against any area of her mouth he could. Rachel sucks on the jewel in Garfield's mouth, drawing a grunt from him.
Garfield (roughly, nonetheless gently,, again) pulls Rachel's hair so her neck grants him access. His numb lips bruise her flesh with stains of burgundy.
"Mark me," Rachel mewls in a way that he had no choice but to.
He burns her lavender-aromatic skin with his passion as sweat surfaces in his pores. She was craving his touch, scent, taste; everything he had to give, holistically.
"Touch me, taste me all over," Her voice hitches as his teeth bite down on her skin. He suckles, chuckling as he listens to her beg. "Do me inside-out."
Garfield's teal eyes lose threads of light when her skin reddens. He then says brusquely. "Tell me you want me."
"I do, I do want you," Rachel bites her lip when he drags his hand on the apex of her inner thigh, and squeezes.
The intensity was getting to her. "I need you, Gar, please, Oh, my God."
That was all Garfield needed to hear. He continues his percussive endeavor, removing her shirt swiftly.
"No bra? Damn, were you that ready for me?" Garfield states playfully.
Rachel kissed his nose sweetly. "I don't wear bras around the house."
"Easier for us."
Garfield scatters fantasy and intuition across her skin. He laps his tongue across her collarbone and washes her chest with urgent kisses. He passes his tongue over an erect nipple, and watches Rachel shower in goosebumps. He sucks the swell of her rose teats as her sweet symphonies deafen his ears.
Garfield presses the ridge of a ring against Rachel's panty, which was hot as hell. He draws another one of those devishisly slow and tempting patterns over a bundle of nerves.
Garfield nibbled her ear, and wet his lips with his tongue. He looked at her with heavy eyes as he stroked the fabric of her cotton thong. Rachel's lust-bruised lips part as a rite of passage for the most faint, erotic sound she could manage.
Garfield moves down her stomach, and before Rachel could hide it, he notices.
Garfield pauses.
"Rae, what's this?" His eyes are set on a cut that aged a couple of weeks into healing.
Rachel's voice is fragile. "That was from a couple weeks ago, don't worry about it."
Garfield brushes his finger gently over the cut. "He hurt you."
"No, no, he didn't. We were arguing, and I got upset, and broke one of the beer bottles in his room. The glass ended up cutting me, but it's better now."
Garfield, with deep affection, kissed Rachel's injury.
His teal gaze meets her blue as he talks.
"I'll always care for you, especially where you are hurting."
Rachel briefly kissed Garfield on the lips. "I appreciate you so much. Thank you."
"No problem, Rae," Garfield felt vengeful on her behalf. He did a double take before speaking.
"Rachel,"
"Yes, Gar?"
His gaze darkened, and he pursed his lips.
"We're gonna give Ace a call."
Her face rinsed in emotion.
"What? Now? We can't… we're—"
Garfield parts her pretty, swollen lips with his fingers. "We can, if that's okay with you, of course."
Rachel looked away, half-convinced.
Garfield reassures. "Just for a minute or so. He can't do anything, not when I'm here. I know this is a bit of a trigger for you, but just trust me," His hand is placed on her thigh, and he gives her another nasty kiss.
"You don't want him to know who you're with right now?"
A bell from the first hook-up Rachel and Garfield had rang, then Rachel smirks.
"Pass me my phone,"
Garfield gives Rachel her phone, and she dials Ace's number. Garfield moves to her lower body. He could feel the ache for more as he kisses, suckles, and nibbles Rachel's inner thighs. Between her legs smelled like violet glory that he couldn't wait to immerse himself in.
Garfield takes off his rings, rests them on Rachel's side table.
"He didn't pick up." Rachel put the phone down.
"Hm."
Garfield tightens his bun of hair, takes off his rings, rubs his hands together, and claps his hand on Rachel's upper thigh: which causes her to squeal.
He hand sanitized his hands, as he doesn't want to risk any infection for his neighbor.
Garfield spreads Rachel, who is warm and wet, wide open. He glides the stud on his tongue over the thong, eliciting an ecstatic sound from Rachel.
He moves the thong to the side, only exposing a fraction of skin. He slips his tongue over the fabric and flesh simultaneously, which sends a ripple through Rachel's body.
Rachel begs, voice hoarse. "Please, please, please,"
Garfield's tone is degrading. "What's that, Rae? You want me to eat your pretty lil' pussy out. Is that it?"
She confesses, frustrated. "Yes, please. I love when you do that."
"Aw, listen to you using manners to get what you want."
He removes the thong, baked in arousal, with a gradual tease. Garfield watched the anticipation brim in Rachel's eyes, and Rachel watched the hunger develop in his.
Garfield asks. "How are you feeling right now?"
"Excited," Was her blunt reply.
He chuckles. "Fair enough."
She asks. "And how are you feeling?"
Garfield smiles smugly. "Ready to hear you scream my name."
Garfield puts one of her legs over his shoulder, and tilts towards her chasm. His luscious lips instantly lit a fire inside Rachel with the first stroke. His tongue tip penetrates, and her breasts fill his hands. Those secret, blushing pleats, glowing with need.
He glissades his jewel right between her slit.
Her toes curl, and she exclaims, "Yes, Gar!"
Rachel's phone rings.
Garfield doesn't budge.
Rachel sighs, answering Ace's call.
"Ace?"
An abrasive response. "Where the fuck are you? You think you can just run off and leave me like that?"
Rachel continues to talk, trying to catch her breath. "I'm home. And yes, Ace. We're done."
"Not if I have anything to say about it. Get your ass over to my place or send me your address. Or give me the fuckin' location back."
She replied with a hiss. "I can't, I'm busy."
Garfield spreads his index and middle finger along the shape of Rachel's perfection. He touches softly, peeling away at her composure. He looks at every interstice and layer. No two are the same. Her clit, lone and proud, rises to him in coral pink. Her clit, begs for a suck, so he gives it the most crude suck, and a loud, lewd sound breaks away from Rachel's lips.
Ace's voice blasts through the phone. "Yo, what the fuck is going on?"
"Nothing, nothing,"
Garfield motions for Rachel to put the phone on the bed. She does, and clicks the speaker button.
Garfield licks his fingers, then cautiously slides them inside of Rachel's deep, damp abyss. He feels her grasp around him, he winks at her, and she blushes in turn. Garfield curls his fingers in his direction, feeling and observing every detail of Rachel's extent. He was fingering, licking, pulling taut, expanding and contracting. He tastes, and by God she tasted absolutely divine, graced by the power of higher powers.
Garfield tongues deeper, but feels her tension, tight, and shy to unravel. "Come on, Rae. Give me somethin',"
Ace screams into the phone. "WHO THE HELL IS WITH YOU?!"
Garfield speaks his first words to Ace. "Someone that's treating her better than you are."
Ace spat, but Garfield was unbothered. "I swear to God Himself I will find you and ring your neck off."
Garfield decided that was enough, and ended the call himself.
"Why'd you—"
"That's enough, I got the point across. I want it to be just you and me now," He feels her loosen as he itches over a vulnerable spot. She squirms, she moans. "You were tense, too. I want you comfortable,"
Garfield was damn near wrist deep in her depths, taking her unknown places. He parts his lips, watching Rachel shut her eyes.
She runs her hand through her hair, and her hips are bending to him. "That's it. Right there,"
"Take your time," He lines an upward trail of kisses on her inner thighs, but keeps the momentum. "Feel it, then let it go."
She's seeping explicitly in need and desire, and after a series more of Garfield's sexual prowess, she melts into the most beautiful wreck he's ever seen.
"Thatta girlie, there you go."
"Mmm…" Garfield makes a "V" with his index and middle finger, and moans softly as he runs his tongue through them.
White streams from Rachel's sacred cave, and between her legs. He closes his eyes, runs his tongue across the wet area, allowing her flavor to marinate on his tongue. He spits between the folds, gathers the last hints of ivory sap on his fingers, lifts them to her mouth.
His fingers part her mouth, and she sucks the length of his fingers with a pleasant noise.
His lips meet hers again. "Do you think we can go all the way?"
Rachel tugs him closer. "You're so good, please."
"You're sure?" Garfield quickly removes his tank top and pants.
Rachel looked worn. "Positive."
Garfield smoothes her tousled hair behind her ear. "Are you feeling okay? You look spent."
"I am," Her breath bated. "But I'm begging you, please. I need you inside me."
"You beg so politely, I'd better ravish you," He can't help but kiss her again.
"Missionary because you're absolutely gorgeous. And I want to feel as close to you as possible," He slips protection over his strengthened length.
He had miniature tattoos on his stomach, which Rachel didn't recall from any time prior. Garfield sees the questions in her eyes.
"Impulse. Maybe we can get you a tattoo someday, soon, if you would like." He says.
Rachel giggles. "Sounds like a plan."
Garfield holds his aroused length with one hand, and guides the dampening tip towards Rachel's sore gate. His other hand is gripping the headboard of the bed. Rachel holds his phallus, and helps him slide in.
"Fuck, my God." Rachel's stomach creases as she observes the grimace in Garfield's face.
Rachel grits her teeth, feeling him sink into her. "You're so hot."
Garfield smiles, and she smiles back. "If I'm hot, you must be scorching. I feel so safe inside of you," He kisses Rachel, but she's thrown off by the buzzes of her phone.
Garfield sneers, seeing that Ace was calling. "Hit dogs holler."
"Totally," Rachel turns off her phone, and turns back to Garfield with a dark smile. "Rail me."
Garfield smirks, lifting her leg over his shoulder again for better leverage. "Bet."
Garfield goes back an inch, then goes in. He listens and feels Rachel's body language. His hand grazes impassioned designs on her side. Her lips are contused and pleading, her head is deepening in the pillow. His hips are virile and ever potent.
His voice goes in and out in her ear, her back arches, and he supports the arch with one hand.
"You're taking me so well, and you're dripping all over for me, I feel it. Mhm… that's my girl."
She willingly gives herself. She offered paradise where his spot was guaranteed. From his inflamed loins, he pulls a wet center of saturation. Garfield's senses are sharpened and enlarged. He feels casades of lust from the base to the crown. Inhaling. Sweating. Sucking.
Rachel's caressing his chest. Pinks roads are paving in his chest-nut colored back. His knuckles are turning pale from holding onto the headboard. She sucks his tongue and moans right in his mouth.
"Goddamnit, Rachel—" He grunts, slipping a lazy kiss on her neck. He rasps in her ear. "You're going to make me lose myself,"
Just when he thinks he gets a grip on his composure, a blissful sound butters her lips, and Garfield slips his available hand in hers.
"Rachel, look at me,"
Her eyes, weighed down with desire, meet his.
"You're not his anymore."
He's getting orgasmic. Her walls shake with his name. Their pulses are raging. Their lips are puckered. Strong, slow pulls. Limbs entwined. Deep inside. She's unwrapped, and flowing. He's wrestling with sensuous shadows.
This is the carnal essence.
This is their soul's absolution.
Under her broken breath, she whispers; as he penned her pleasure:
"Take me, I'm yours."
They resolve in alabaster ink and explicit murmurs.
Garfield breathes, still tucked inside her. He releases the headboard, and kisses her again. They're battered and worn to the edge.
He picks up his backpack and rummages in it.
"Rae, go pee, then I'll go. When you come back, some cookies and cupcakes will be ready for you, okay? We'll cuddle and chat for a bit, hopefully your parents won't catch us."
She softly bites his nose. "I don't think they would mind too much. Thank you for taking care of me, Gar."
"Ow! Jeez. No problem, angel face."
Rachel smiles, puts on her tee, and goes to the bathroom. Her and Garfield had a load of emotions and a new experience to integrate, but she was happy to be where she was.
With him.