What did you get yourself into?
I may have agreed to go skydiving :/
SKYDIVING?
Yes…
How? How Rory did you end up agreeing to go skydiving while you were out for supper in the hotel bar.
Well, It's Colin's fault really.
Did he hold you down and get you to sign up?
No, he just mentioned it in front of Poppy, and you know that she has been looking for something exciting to do this whole trip.
Do you want to do it?
I don't know. I don't hate the idea, scared maybe, excited?
Where are you doing it?
Somewhere between Boston and Hartford, a small airfield Colin said. They already had it arranged, they just added two on.
Do you want to see if they can add a third?
Really Tristan? You would do that for me?
Well I always wanted to skydive, and if it scores me brownie points for helping you get over your fear at the same time, then yeah.
Thank you! I will message Colin right away. Will you have any issues taking the day off?
Nope, it should be good, I've done quite a bit of overtime with you gone. And I've missed you, this means I get to see you a few days earlier.
Aww Tristan, you can be quite sweet really.
Only for you x
Tuesday morning found Rory, Poppy and Tristan all driving down from Boston together, Rory and Poppy had ditched the town car service for the day and Tristan was driving the pair in his SUV.
"So you two met at fifteen, hated each other, and now at twenty seven you are dating and all loved up?"
"I never hated her!" Tristan exclaimed.
"And I only slightly disliked him, nah I loathed you at the start of Chilton." Rory replied honestly.
"Loathed! What a strong word, my heart is breaking," Tristan cried dramatically.
"So was it a full enemies to lovers arc?" Poppy asked.
"No, it was more nine years of separation and growth I think, on my end anyway," Rory said, looking at her boyfriend. "Second chance trope, if you must relate it to one."
"I'd agree, I definitely couldn't have handled you at fifteen, I needed to grow up," he said, giving her a soft smile.
"Aww, you pair are so sweet," Poppy said wistfully from the rear of the SUV.
"Are you excited for this Poppy?" Tristan asked.
"Yes! I have always wanted to try it, but never alone and I couldn't talk anyone else into it. How many people are likely to be here today?"
"I honestly don't know. It could be just Colin and Finn or it could be a whole group of them from Yale; they used to do these kinds of things a lot back then," Rory replied as they spotted a sign for the airfield. Seeing multiple Denali SUVs parked, Rory added. "It looks like it is a group of them this time."
"Will you be okay seeing everyone?" Tristan murmured looking at his girlfriend for her reaction.
"Yep, i'll be fine, it's been years." Rory replied, as he parked.
"Is he likely to be here?" Tristan asked, while Poppy listened speculatively from the back seat, curious who they were talking about but knowing it wasn't her place to ask.
"I'm honestly not sure, even Grandma avoids mentioning him in front of me. I think he is in London, that was the last I heard anyway but it was years ago," Rory said with a sigh. "Come on, let's go see what kind of shit show Finn has organized this time."
"There is quite a crowd here," Poppy remarked as they approached a group of around twenty people, spotting Finn at the center.
"Reporter Girl!" Colin exclaimed as he saw them reach the edge of the group, he made his way through the crowd and gave Rory a tight hug, a half embrace for Poppy before stopping in front of Tristan. "You, I don't know, but you do look familiar."
"Tristan Dugrey," Tristan said, extending his hand to shake Colin's. "I'm from Hartford, I'm pretty sure we have been at the same mandatory attendance events."
"Probably, you didn't go to Yale," Colin asked, a mix between a statement and a question.
"Nope Columbia," Tristan said, moving back to put his arm around Rory.
"If you have finished interrogating my boyfriend, what's the plan?" Rory asked Colin.
"I was just curious about Logan 2.0 here," Colin said, after ensuring he was out of swatting range.
"Technically you could say Logan was Tristan 2.0, seeing as I've known him since I was fifteen," Rory retorted sharply, making Colin aware that that was a line she didn't want crossed today.
"Well, everyone is here now, I think most of them you should know Rory. Poppy and Tristan, I'm sure Rory will introduce you all. We have coffee and soda, with some snacks at the side, then we have a safety talk and they are going to take us up to jump in either groups of four or six they said."
"Coffee, you say?" Rory chirped, already leading Tristan towards the drinks and snacks.
"See you later Rory," Colin replied laughing as he walked to greet someone else.
"So you went to school with all these people?" Popp asked Rory as they looked for somewhere to sit.
"Most of them, yes. I didn't have classes with them, a lot were a year or two ahead of me. But we socialized and partied together."
"And I assume Logan is an ex, if that's not too invasive to ask." Poppy said tentatively, as they sat down in the middle of the group of chairs.
"No, it's okay. Yes, we dated for a year-ish. It ended badly. And he is Colin's best friend." Rory said, taking a sip of her coffee as Tristan squeezed her hand. "That's actually how Tristan and I got acquainted. He found me drunk in a bar in Manhattan, after I walked out of Logan's sister's wedding."
Poppy's eyes widened at that statement, it was just so unexpected from Rory. "Really?"
"Yep," Rory agreed, "I can tell you why later, too many ears around here, and they are all more his friends than mine, so I don't need to be heard talking about him. If that's okay?"
"Of course, we still have a few more sleepovers for me to get all the gossip out of you."
Rory rolled her eyes at the excitement in Poppy's voice.
"Okay I think it's time to be quiet and listen now," Tristan interjected pointing out that everyone was sitting down, and there was now an instructor at the front of the chairs.
"Alright everyone! Before we start If you go into the locker room there is a jumpsuit for you. Go get changed and come back." the instructor shouted, still gaining everyone's attention.
The jumpsuit was easy enough to put on over their clothes. Within a few minutes everyone was back in the hangar getting helped into the rest of the gear they would need for the jump.
"Everyone here is doing a tandem jump, that means we will buddy you up with one of the guys here, and you will be harnessed together. We are going to be jumping from 15,000 feet. We'll accelerate to 120 mph and free fall for 60 seconds and then deploy the parachute."
Tristan seemed completely unaffected by the impending jump. Rory, on the other hand, was nervous as hell. Her stomach was churning and she was regretting that snack she'd had beforehand. Poppy was bouncing around with as much excitement as a small puppy being shown a bone for the first time.
"How many times have you done this?" Rory asked her buddy in an attempt to distract herself from nerve induced queasiness.
"This will be my 220th jump," he answered as he methodically re-checked the harness that would fasten the two of them together and keep Rory from falling to her death.
Before Rory knew it they boarded the plane that was preparing to take off. Somehow the three of them and Finn had ended up on the first plane. Tristan was grasping Rory's hand tightly trying to reassure her, while Finn and Poppy were both chatting perkily.
"Finn, How did you end up on the first flight?" Rory asked, genuinely curious.
"I like to do the stunt first, then I'm free to go and get drunk and party without worrying about missing my turn, or getting injured before it."
"That makes sense," Tristan said, nodding along in agreement with Finn's reasoning.
"We have reached altitude and will be over the drop zone in 2 minutes," one of the instructors said. He was wearing a headset that connected him with the cockpit and the control room at the airfield. When they rolled the door back and the wind roared in, it became impossible to hear anything.
They stood just inside the door and looked out over the view of the earth below them. Finn and his partner agreed to go first, he jumped with no hesitation and shouted "Charge!"
It seemed like less than two minutes had passed when Charles, her buddy, gave her a slight shove and the two of them were plummeting towards the earth. It was insane, her heart felt as if it was going to burst within her chest. She kept her arms and legs extended and loose as they had been instructed.
Sixty seconds felt like an eternity. By the time Charles pulled the ripcord, and they were jerked up sharp by the parachute, she thought she was going to have a heart attack.
As they descended slowly towards the earth, she could see a truck crossing the field to pick them up.
The landing was good, they both managed to keep their feet despite the awkward height difference and being strapped together.
"How was it?" Charles asked as he disconnected them from the chute and started unhooking the harness that bound them together.
"It was so good," Rory exclaimed, still trying to steady her nerves as she watched Tristan jump, at least she thought it was Tristan. She was distracted by Finn pulling her into a hug.
"We did it!" he shouted in her ear forcing her to join him in jumping up and down. "Oops, I'll give you your girl back," he said seeing that Tristan had landed and was walking over to them.
Five minutes later and Poppy had joined them on the ground, she was bouncing with Finn, both equally excited, and planning when they were going to drink when they got back to the hangar.
"That was such a rush," Rory exclaimed, pulling Tristan down for a deep kiss, continuing to kiss him until the truck pulled to a stop. "I need to go to the washroom before we start drinking," Rory said, gesturing towards the washroom. Poppy nodded in acknowledgment, before heading to the makeshift bar with Finn, while Tristan followed Rory.
"Take off your knickers," Tristan orders, holding out his hand as he closes the door behind them.
Rory's mouth drops open. "What? No!"
"I said take them off. Now. Give them to me."
This time Rory doesn't put up a fuss, the gravelly tone in his voice turning her on more. She works her panties down her legs with her leggings, steps out of them and then hands them over, her eyes slightly wary but gleaming with mounting excitement. Not giving her a chance to question his motives, Tristan stuffs them into his pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist, hoisting her up and over to the sink to set her on the counter.
"Tristan! What are you doing-"
Tristan silences her with a bruising kiss, her eyes are gleaming and hooded by the time he pulled back. He backs away long enough to undo his belt and pull the length of leather from around his waist. He crowds in on her again and pushes her knees apart. This time the fabric of her shirt bunches up around her waist, leaving her pussy exposed for him. He reaches with his right hand and runs his index finger up and down her slit several times, reveling in how warm she feels.
Tristan presses their lips together again to quiet Rory's keening from his touching her. This kiss is different from the last. It's possessive and heated but it lacks the ferocity from before because Tristan has his mind made up, they are doing this, here.
"Tristan," Rory moans against his lips, reaching between them to try to still his hand. "We can't do this here."
"I've locked the door and everyone is busy. We won't be bothered."
"But—"
"Rory," Tristan warns. He continues to gently rub her clitoris as Rory practically melts under his ministrations. "I can feel how much you want to. God, you're already dripping wet for me and we've barely started."
Rory lets out another moan in response and tilts her head back until it bumps the mirror behind her. Tristan reigns in his smug smile and continues to touch her until his hands smell like her, and her juices coat his fingers. Only then does he unzip his trousers to pull his cock out.
He's hard and leaking from the tip, but that's hardly a surprise seeing as Rory is responding just like he wants her to. Better yet, she's eager to continue. He can feel her eyes on him as he languorously strokes himself, spreading the pre-cum over the head with his thumb.
With a little maneuvering she leans back on the sink's countertop, revealing glistening, dewy flesh to his gaze. She spreads herself open with her middle and pointer finger and glances up at him his hips forward, Tristan rubs the length of his cock along her slick opening. She gasps at the tantalizing friction and tilts her pelvis so that he can easily slip inside.
"This is far more fun than being out there, don't you think?" Not waiting for a reply, he takes the tip of his cock in hand and slaps it lightly against the hood of her clitoris.
Rory's cries are music to his ears, spurring him to keep on teasing her until her eyes are clenched tight and her chest is rapidly moving up and down from shallow breaths.
"Jump off the sink. Turn around with your back facing me."
Rory stumbles in her haste to do as she was told.
"Bend over," he orders.
She complies, presenting her backside. Tristan takes a moment to appreciate her creamy thighs and bare arse. Her curves are subtle and far from voluptuous but they are his. His to observe, his to touch, his to fondle, to spank…
"Tristan!" Rory squeals as his hand slaps one soft, round cheek of her behind. Color quickly blooms to her skin's surface. He spanks the other cheek for good measure and this time she moans at the contact.
"You like that." He makes it a statement, not a question, because it's obvious from her sticky thighs and wet cunt that she's enjoying every moment of this.
"Maybe. A little." Rory looks over her shoulder at him and bites her lip. "It's just, you've never done that before…when we're—"
"I'll make a point to do so in the future.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands, and his cock pulses with pleasure as he watches her teeter in her high heels, trying to regain control of her shaky legs. Once their bodies are aligned, Rory's back a beautiful straight line and her rear pressed against his crotch, Tristan grabs hold of her hair and lightly pulls until he's certain she can see herself in the mirror opposite.
"Look at that, Rory," he murmurs, wrapping her hair around his hand.
"Look at what?" she gasps.
"How greedy you are for my cock." Tristan grips his erection by the base and nudges the tip between the folds of Rory's sex. The damp heat of her skin welcomes him and he shudders from the amount of self-control it takes to pause for a moment and make sure she's still looking at her reflection.
She is, and the amount of pure, unadulterated desire that is plainly etched across her face – desire for him – makes it clear. Just the sight of her in the mirror is enough for Tristan to abandon his control, and slam himself into her.
"Oh God," Rory moaned, as Tristan set a fast and punishing pace.
"So hot and tight for me," he spoke into her ear. "We have to be quick, we've already been in here too long," he reached around to flick and rub his fingers against her clit as he pounded.
It wasn't long before he could feel her clenching tight around him, falling over the edge, only for him to follow her quickly.
"Wow," Rory murmured as she bonelessly slumped over the counter.
"I figured that would burn up our extra adrenaline," Tristan said, kissing her and turning her on the counter, helping her put herself back together. "I hope I didn't cross any boundaries."
"No, Tris, that was," Rory stopped to take a breath, "it was amazing, you are right I had too much adrenaline coursing through me."
"You are amazing, I am so proud of you for jumping today."
"I don't know if I could have done it without you," she said, watching him fix his pants and hair.
"Of course you could, you didn't even need a pep talk to jump." He helped her down from the counter, and they gave each other a quick once over, so it wouldn't be so obvious what they had been doing. Once they were satisfied they would both pass inspection, Tristan leaned down and gave her a final kiss before unlocking the door.
As soon as he unlocked the door it flung open, someone had obviously been pushing it at the same time as Tristan pulled it open.
"Sorry about that," Tristan said, raising his hands in apology as Rory and he moved aside.
"No problem man, I don't know my own strength," came the reply from a voice Rory thought she recognised, prompting her to look up.
"Logan!"
