Rated M chapter for assurance.
Steamy smut chapter ;).
Carl's POV
Last week of summer...
"Five more days to go," Beth said quietly.
I nodded, "Yeah."
We met up for a picnic near the quarry, we've been seeing each other a lot lately because I was going back to Atlanta on Saturday. We sat on top of a hill, watching the glistening lake below us and the clear blue sky above us. Everything seems so quiet and peaceful, it made him feel guiltier. Beth always said that she enjoyed most of her time here when I'm with her, I can't even seem to see her anymore without catching a glimpse of loneliness and sadness in her face.
I took her hand and squeezed it, "You okay?"
She looked at me and gave a small smile, but I still saw a flash of sadness in her eyes.
"Of course, I am. I mean...we had a great summer together, probably one of the best, but-", she paused and sighed, "Dad said that all good things come to an end."
"Hey don't talk like that, I'll... I'll be back on Christmas break, I promise."
"Don't worry I understand," she kissed my cheek before looking back at the clouds.
I felt terrible not knowing what to do, and to make matters worse, the clouds ahead looked gray, so it looks like it was going to rain.
'Uh-oh', I thought.
The rain poured down as quick as it showed up, Beth and I ran through the forest, using the picnic blanket to cover our heads. We made our way across the log bridge and stopped when it started raining harder.
"Over there!" Beth pointed to a small opening between some boulders by the river, "It must be a cave."
We quickly made our way through, once we were inside we both stopped to catch our breaths. Luckily, the cave was big enough for the both of us, although it wasn't really spacious either, so we have to be close to each other. We were both soaking wet and cold, I saw Beth shiver so I reached into my backpack and brought out the extra shirt I packed.
"Here," I handed her the shirt, "You should change so you won't get cold."
"Thanks," she smiled as she took it.
I turned around so she can change, I took my own shirt off but kept my undershirt on. After twisting her hair to get rid of the water left, she sat down next to me and eased herself under my arm, her hands were still rubbing her arms so I figured she was still cold. I moved into her closer and pressed my nose against her temple.
"Do you think we'll be here all day?" she asked, looking unworried. Her hands slid up and down her thighs, trying to garner some friction, and my gaze was inevitably drawn to the motion.
"Probably not," I shrugged, watching as her palms smoothed up to her knees, just a centimeter beneath the hem of her shorts, and then made the circuit again and again. "It'll probably pass as quick as it hit."
Silence passed between us for a few minutes, and after thinking that the awkwardness will make me lose my mind, she spoke.
"Do you think we could...could-," she hesitated.
"What?" I asked.
She opened her mouth like she was going to say something but quickly decided against it. Instead, she gripped my shoulder and used the leverage to pull herself up to her knees. Then she was straddling a leg over my lap and curling her hands on my shoulders. I felt struck dumb, and suddenly, my pulse was quickening in my throat and most of my blood began journeying on further regions south.
"What?" she teased. "Getting all shy on me now?"
My eyes widen at her words but I tried to play it off with a nervous chuckle.
"W-well...the last t-time we did this, I didn't actually see much and you were the one in control." I shrugged, "And I'm kinda surprise by your forwardness."
Beth smacked my arm. "I'm keeping warm, you jerk!"
"Oh, really?" I said, gaining confidence.
"Yes, really," she insisted, even as her smiling mouth lowered to mine. Despite the numbness of my lips from the cold, I felt the soft pressure of her kiss. She tasted sweet, like honey and strawberries, and the echo of our traded breaths amplified within the cave's stone walls. Her cold fingers slid against my neck, sending a thrill down my spine, I wrapped a secure arm around her waist to keep her in place. It never took long for the combination of her mouth and her weight to inspire the rush in my blood. It was almost mortifying how quickly I responded to her, a fire kindling in the pit of my belly and a dizziness consuming my thoughts.
I slid my hands to her back and began dragging my fingers against her smooth skin. It pressed her nearer, turning her gentle fingers into knots that tugged at the hair at the nape of my neck. Her fingernails scraped underneath my undershirt. When she hitched her leg around the back of my thigh, opening her to the firm bulge near my groin, she'd frozen. I blinked down with a nervous swallow. Her eyes remained closed, her parted lips just barely skimming his throat. It instantly occurred to me that we hadn't done all the other things in sex yet, so probably she was uncomfortable.
"Sorry," I blurted, keeping my voice low. "You're— I mean, I'm—"
Then her hand had slipped from beneath my shirt. I thought she would pull away, but then she found the length throbbing against her and squeezed. My pants suddenly felt extremely tight and I let out a frustrated and pleasured groan. She continued that for a few moments before whispering something in my ear. I swallowed at her request and began to tug at the hem of her shorts. She straightened her knees so I can pull down the last pieces of clothing separating us. I pulled the last layer down a few inches— not completely— just enough for her to gently ease my hand inside. I brushed against soft, damp curls and she gasped.
Beth was blushing. I could tell even in the dim light that poured into the cave. She seemed hesitant to look at me, but after I placed an assuring palm on her bare hip, she slid her hand to my wrist and guided my hand to press against her heat.
"How— how do I—", The words were awkward as they tumbled from my lips, but I was never one to dive into things. I was curious on how things work, on how she worked.
Her soft laugh sounded as embarrassed as I felt. "It's a little more complicated than yours," she admitted breathlessly, but she slid her hands away from his and rested them on his shoulders. "I'll let you know if you do something wrong."
I furrowed my brows and started to move my fingers against her.
Third Person's POV
It took Carl a moment to find his bearings. His fingers traced the shape of her. Then once he could properly picture the secret haven in his minds' eye, he tried to experiment. Circling a fingertip over the wettest parts of her earned him a hiss. Sliding his fingers up and teasing the strange, fleshy nub where her melting flesh began to cleft— that shocked her spine straight, made her jaw drop and her throat scrape out a moan. If he left his thumb for the sensitive bead and let the rest of his hand trail down to her opening, her thighs tightened around his hipbones and her fingers tugged at his hair.
Beth let her eyes flutter closed and pressed her forehead to his, on the other hand, Carl was fascinated. He watched the little twitches and twists to her expression with rapture as he explored. A single digit probed at her core, slowly pressing up to his second knuckle, and her teeth sank into her lower lip. When he eased a little deeper, the beautiful girl above him bit back a feminine noise of pleasure. The muscles of her body clenched and pulled at his finger, tightening and fluttering when he gently retreated and then pressed further again.
"This," he swallowed, easing in and out of her heat. "This is good?"
"Yes," she sighed with what sounded like bliss. Her head fell back, and the tail of her ponytail tickled his knees.
"Faster," she blurted, and he happily obliged. Carl observed with heavy breathing as her expression grew desperate, her moans grew louder. Her muscles tightened, both around him and above him, and she whispered something that sounded like, "More."
Then, just when her noises were escalating in pitch, Beth slammed her hand onto his forearm and gripped it tight. He instantly stilled, afraid he'd hurt her, but she just seemed to take a moment to breathe. Then she opened her eyes, and he found vulnerability there. She pinned him with her blue gaze, her pupils wide and unfocused.
"Can I…" she trailed off, not loosening her hold on his arm. "Can I have you?"
What blood remained in Carl's brain made a quick journey to his groin. He blinked, speechless, and then glanced over his shoulder, to his back like he had the feeling Hershel was behind them carrying a shotgun.
He looked back at her, "Are you sure?" He whispered.
"I'm sure if you are," she answered just as quietly.
His decisive nod were enough to bring the nerves back to her gaze. Beth released his arm, freeing up her hands to fumble at the button of his pants. Her bangs fell into her eyes as she tugged at the zipper with shaking fingers, he retreated his hand from under her to help her. Together, they shimmied his hips free. When she took him in her soft hands, Carl could only grunt and pray to God that this wasn't some sick dream he was about to wake from.
"It's— it's supposed to hurt," she suddenly admitted, blinking up to meet his gaze. Her grip worked him with nicely, but the confession had stifled his pleasure. "The first time, I mean. For me. Probably not for you."
Carl was the one to still her hands this time. "I can wait. We can do this another day." Giving her a crooked grin, he attempted to lighten his tone. "A warmer day. When we're not trapped in a cave."
"I like being trapped in a cave with you. And we may not have another chance like this." She blew her bangs out of her eyes and squeezed his length again. He saw stars. "I was just letting you know so you don't— you know— freak out on me."
"Oh," he bit his lip awkwardly, "Well, I promise to only freak out if absolutely necessary."
Beth snorted. "Shut up and kiss me you idiot."
Her idiot was happy to obey. She quickly made it difficult for him to concentrate, meeting his mouth with a rekindled hunger and stroking him with both hands. When it became hard not to groan, to gasp, to mutter her name, she finally eased her motions. Then she was rising up on her knees, and his stomach lurched at the damp heat of her sex above him. She sank down on him slowly, and his gaze fixed on her lips as they formed two words.
"Oh. Carl."
He learned that his girlfriend kept him warmer all the jackets he owned.
Wow! That was long and hot ;) ... hehehe. This is the second to the last chapter of Vacation in King County. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter. Update is next week or so.
Catch you guys later!