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Love Unexpected - 1
by Invid Fan (invidfan@localnet.com)
***
A man alone on a weeklong canoe trip, a far distant
scream at sunset, and an unknown swimmer crossing the
lake at midnight. First of a four story saga. (MF, rom)
***
Love Unexpected:
1.Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
2.Incidents of Taylor
3.Taylor Con
4.Ghosts of Fort Niagara
***
Ah, pissing in the woods at night. How he missed
camping.
Fred kept his aim at the base of the tree, and looked up
into the night sky. He couldn't see much through the
branches and leaves, but thought he saw a piece of the
little dipper. No, wait, he was looking at the wrong
part of the sky. If only Lisa...
He closed his eyes and lowered his head. Wrong thought.
The entire point of this, after all, was to... well, he
hadn't figured that out yet. Sighing, Fred opened his
eyes again and stared at the tree bark in front of him
as his yellow stream slowly petered out. He missed Lisa.
It hadn't been three weeks yet, but the throbbing pain
of her loss already felt like it had been a part of him
for a lifetime. And it would be there for the rest of
his.
Well, at least the midnight pissing was over for the
evening. He gave his dick a couple shakes, then stuck it
back into his underwear. Time to stumble back to the
tent and get some sleep. Fred glanced around, his night
vision once again confirming what an awesome camp site
he had chosen. It had looked interesting on the map, as
he had studied his possible options before setting out
alone on the week long canoe trip into the rivers and
lakes of the state park. A 40 yard outcrop turned into a
long, winding lake, as he had approached after a long
day's paddling the 12 year old in him had practically
leaped for joy. With the six foot high cliffs around it,
apart from the small landing beach and path up to a
small clearing, it looked like a perfect place for a
fort. Drag over logs to create a battlement and he could
defend it from all takers! Bwahahahaha!
Smiling, he started to move... when he heard the splash.
It was to the right, the opposite side from his beached
canoe... there was another splash, and another...
someone, or something... was swimming out there. Or at
least that's what it sounded like. Sound carried, so it
probably wasn't that close. But, it was past midnight.
Who, or what would be out on the lake? Maybe a bear,
making its way across? He gripped his flashlight, which
he hadn't bothered using on this late night excursion,
testing its heft. OK, that wasn't a good plan.
What if it was a person? Who would be swimming...
towards him. It seemed to get slightly louder, although
there were pauses in the sound so it was hard to compare
the splashes. Almost like someone was resting.
Fred suddenly felt a chill not due to the night air go
through his underwear clad body. There had been that
scream. He had been in the middle of dinner, and it had
sounded like a woman was REALLY having fun somewhere far
over the lake.
Or was in horrible pain. The faint scream hadn't been
repeated. But... what if what he was hearing now, was
the victim, fleeing, or the murderer...
Or it could just be a bear. Oh, what cheery options
Fred's half asleep mind was presenting to him. He'd best
have a look. Carefully, ever so glad he had at least put
his sneakers on for this piss break, he made his way
through the sparse trees towards the water's edge. He
kept the light off, out of paranoia, and because he
could see well enough regardless. The moon was up and
half full, giving more than enough light. One stubbed
toe later his feet came to the edge of the southern drop
down to the lake. He grabbed on to a tree that rose up
next to him, and looked out.
There was someone maybe a hundred yards away in the
water.
Tightening his grip, Fred leaned out and tried to make
out details. They had a life vest on, that was certain.
Looked like long hair, but that was hard to judge. And,
anyway, serial killers could have long hair. Fred shook
his head to get that thought out of there. This was
serious. He/she wasn't swimming directly for his camp
site, but someplace farther to the left. And they were
tired. He could tell that at once. They had been out
there a long time, and were in bad shape.
Fred raised his gaze and swept it over the lake. He
didn't see a capsized boat anywhere behind the mystery
swimmer, or anyone else. He thought again of that single
scream. If someone was fleeing for their life, they
might try something as insane as crossing the lake. He
had to do something. Something to draw their attention,
but take into account they might not want to be found by
certain people (and might be half asleep and scared to
death). Looking down, he saw a straight seven foot drop
onto jagged rocks, but to the left was a slightly more
gentle way down with hand holds, and a foot of shore
before the water's edge. Quickly moving over, he gave
his hasty plan one more review then turned on his light.
He aimed the beam just ahead of the swimmer's head, then
quickly turned it off. The splashing stopped, and he
thought he saw the dark blob on the lake turn towards
him. He flashed the light two more times, then aimed the
beam down at a spot below his feet and left it on. If
they wanted help, there was the beacon.
There was silence for 10 seconds, then the splashing
resumed (with more vigor he thought) and the shape
started moving towards him. OK, time for phase two.
Leaving the flashlight wedged into some branches still
aimed at the landing zone, Fred raced through the dark
to the campsite. It was only maybe 30 yards away, but he
had no idea how much time he had. Obviously he could
have taken his canoe out to try a rescue, but trying to
pull someone in who might not be able to help that much
(or want to help) would just result in both of them in
the drink most likely. They'd just have to make it in on
their own.
As he reached the clearing he stopped for a second to
take stock. The fire pit still had some smoke rising, so
he quickly stirred up the coals and tossed some dry logs
on it. He'd need not just fire to warm them but hot
drink. Fred emptied one of the water jugs into a pot,
covered it and tossed it over the fire which was
starting to come to life. Then, into the three man dome
tent he had used since scouts. Flipping on the spare
flashlight, he quickly put on a shirt and some pants so
he wasn't approaching them like a potential rapist,
grabbed two dry bath towels, then out again running back
to the swimmer.
The mystery guest was barely 20 yards away. Fred half
slid down to the water, his sudden appearance causing
them to momentarily pause before continuing in. About
ten feet away, their feet must have found the bottom
because she stood up and staggered the remaining
distance.
She was thin. Bone thin. Not exactly anorexic, at least
at first glance, but most likely he'd be able to count
ribs once the life vest was off. She was also short. As
she came ashore she half threw herself and half fell
into him, her head barely coming up to his nipples as
she held on to his six foot frame for dear life. He held
the towels in one hand while the other went up to caress
her wet head, her soaking body pressing against him.
"Shhh, it's OK... you're going to be OK." He put his
other arm around her for a moment, then gently pushed
her back slightly. She didn't resist. He sensed all her
resistance was gone. "I'm going to remove your life
jacket, then wrap you in some dry towels and take you to
a nice warm fire. OK?" He saw her nod, and quickly
before she started to interpret this as something
unwontedly sexual he worked to pop the fasteners open
and let the life vest fall to the ground.
She was wearing a bikini, probably dark blue, sexy while
not being slutty. He was right about the ribs, but it
was clear this was her natural weight. She almost looked
12 but the swell of her hips and the nicely proportioned
breasts marked her as at least a teen. The haunted look
in her eyes made her an adult. Fred wrapped the first
towel around her, sweeping her long brown hair up so it
fell outside the towel falling almost to her hips. Her
hands clutched at the ends as he used the other towel to
dry her face and hair, the cool night air starting to
cause her to shiver.
"It's OK... we're going to go to the fire now. We have
to climb up this little hill here, then it's about a
minute walk to camp. You'll have to use your hands to
grab things on the way up, but I'll be right behind to
hold you if you need me. Wait..." Fred thought about the
logistics for a second. "...OK, I'll have to hold the
towel as you climb as it'll just fall off anyway."
She nodded, and let go as he took it back. He leaned
down to also grab the life vest (no sense leaving
evidence of where she landed) then gave her a slight
push in the small of her back with his towel covered
hand towards the path up. She still had some strength
left, as she easily pulled herself up to the top.
A moment later he was beside her, the trip having been a
bit difficult with his hands full. He added to that load
by grabbing the flashlight, then once again put a towel
around her. They had barely taken two steps when she
cried out, jumping back against him with one bare foot
raised in pain. Cursing, Fred decided his back had
enjoyed the easy life long enough and scooped the girl
up in his arms. She was light, but he was tired and he
let out another curse. Her arms went around his neck,
easing things somewhat, and they made their way like
that to camp.
***
Dumping the girl in the camping chair by the fire, Fred
checked the pot. The water was somewhat close to
boiling, which was close enough. He grabbed a mug,
poured in a packet of hot chocolate, then added water
and handed it to her. She clutched at it, her body
shaking, and took a short sip. Then a longer one. Her
eyes closed, and her whole body began to relax. Nothing
like some Swiss Miss to calm you down and remind you of
happier times. Fred poured his own cup, took a drink,
then knelt down beside her. He put a hand on her towel
covered knee, and she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"My name's Fred," he said.
"Taylor." Her voice was weak, but the woman behind it
was strong. Her eyes met his, and she gave a sad smile.
"Thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome. You're just lucky I have a weak
bladder." He smiled back at her, then gave her knee a
squeeze. "Most of this can wait till morning, as I can
tell you're about ready to collapse, but I need to know
a couple things now." Her smile faded, but she nodded.
"First, did your boat tip or something? Is there someone
else in the water who needs to be rescued?"
Taylor shook her head, looking down at her hands.
"Was that scream a few hours ago you?"
Her eyes shot up to meet his, her mouth agape.
"I'll take that as a yes. It's OK. You're safe. If
you're not hurt, we'll deal with it in the morning."
Taylor hunched her shoulders and took a long swig of the
hot chocolate.
"I'm OK."
"I know you're not, but what you need most is sleep."
Fred put his mug down, stood, and went to the tent.
Reaching inside he pulled out his sleeping bag and
tossed it down on a somewhat clear space on the other
side of the fire.
"You can have the tent. There's a mattress and a pillow,
and one blanket as well as another big towel I think.
Feel free to raid my back pack for a shirt or something
to wear so you can get out of that wet bathing suit."
Fred sat down on the sleeping bag, and gave a big yawn.
Taylor looked up at him for a few moments, various
confused thoughts going through her head. In the end she
put down the mug, grabbed the flashlight, and still
clutching the towel around her went over to the tent and
bent down to enter. Once inside the flashlight clicked
on and the tent zipped shut.
Fred let out his breath and put a hand to his temple. He
didn't need this. OK, a half naked woman falling into
his camp could be seen as the gods rewarding him after
taking Lisa away, but right now he just wanted sleep. He
stood and moved the sleeping bag a bit, getting it off a
rock, then sat down again and took off his sneakers and
socks. He looked over at the tent, which was far enough
from the fire to be encased in darkness. The light
inside glowed brightly, and he could see the shadow of
the girl behind the green nylon as she... removed her
bathing suit, and stretched.
"Oh, Lisa... what am I going to do."
***
Taylor opened her eyes and saw green.
It was a sort of mid range green, with light coming
through it. She contemplated the color, and the various
light shadows that played across her vision. Slowly,
much slower than it should, a thought worked its way up
to the front of her attention: Where the fuck am I?
She sat up, causing the blue thin blanket to fall off
her chest and into her lap. She was in a tent. That was
obvious. It was a round dome, big enough for three
sleeping bags it looked like. At the moment there was
the inflatable mattress she was on, which seemed built
for two, a backpack to her left with scattered clothing
around it, and some books and her wet bathing suit next
to her on the right. Seeing the bathing suit caused
Taylor to look down and notice that she was wearing an
oversized black t-shirt. Pulling out the front, besides
confirming it was all she was wearing, showed it had a
Buffalo Sabres logo. Letting go, she closed her eyes and
thought.
"Oh, shit... that happened." There were times when the
young woman had hoped it was all a dream. That she would
wake up and be back in her apartment, this stupid
camping trip still a few days in the future or just a
silly fantasy. But, no... that had really happened, and
she had really run away... well, swum away, as if that
could ever solve anything. At least she was away from
there. But, how would she face them at work, and where
was here anyway? For the first time she noticed the
sound of movement outside, and thought she smelled
bacon. Food... quickly, like the little girl she was so
often mistaken for, Taylor scrambled onto her hands and
knees and crawled to the tent opening. Unzipping it a
bit, she looked out.
He was sitting on a log next to the fire, giving her a
look at his profile as he used a long fork to turn over
some bacon in a pan over the flames. He was tall, she
remembered that, maybe six foot. Brown hair cut short,
which strangely was grey around the temples. He didn't
seem to be that old, maybe 30. Average build, if a
little over weight. But strong... Taylor had alternated
over her life between wanting to be in charge and
showing the world she could take it on regardless of her
size, and just wanting a hulking man to take her. The
last had caused most of her dating problems, as the
jerks she found couldn't handle it when the self reliant
part of her came to the fore. But last night, when he
carried her... Taylor shivered. He hadn't been
dominating her. He had been... taking care of her. That
was new.
"Bacon is ready." Taylor jumped at the sound of his
voice, then cursed as her left leg landed on a loose
sock and slipped out from under her. Getting back up she
looked out her peek hole again and saw Fred looking back
at her, a smile on his face and in his eyes. Those
eyes... She snapped her attention back when he kept
speaking. "There's a 'bathroom' over to the left a ways,
if you need it. Pancakes will be up in a few minutes."
Taylor quickly unzipped the door the rest of the way,
and started crawling out. Looking up she saw Fred
continuing to look down at her with a raised eyebrow,
then laughing he turned his head back to his cooking.
Looking down, Taylor realized the neck of her shirt hung
down giving him a clear view of all her naughty bits.
After a moment's pause she laughed herself and continued
out. They WERE very nice naughty bits, so it was OK.
The last of the bacon was gone. Fred was eating the last
of his three pancakes, while Taylor took a finger and
gathered up the remaining syrup hiding on her plate.
REAL maple syrup... god, it made the stuff she had grown
up on taste like water. He had warned her that she
didn't need all that much, and he had been right. Nectar
like that was best savored in small amounts. Had to be
unhealthy as hell, but she didn't care. First shopping
trip once she got home was going to find her looking for
a bottle of this stuff.
Finishing, Fred put his plate down on the small folding
table set up between them and took a swig of his orange
drink. Giving a sigh, he leaned forward with the glass
held in both hands between his knees. Looking at her, he
started.
"There are some things I need to know now, some that can
wait if you'd like, and the rest I don't mind if you
keep to yourself. Some things are going to have to be
done as soon as possible." Taylor nodded, taking her own
swig. Tang... never thought she'd be drinking Tang.
"First... is someone after you?"
Taylor took another drink.
"No."
"Were you attacked?"
She lowered her head. Was she attacked? Could you call
it that?
"Raped?" Taylor looked up at Fred, eyes widening. It had
been, hadn't it?
"Y-yes."
"By people you know? Did you come camping with them?"
"Yes." Stronger now.
"Do you want to tell me?"
"I... think I have to."
***
The guy was a hunk. Her first day on the job and already
she had her eyes on him. The cut body, the eyes that
didn't so much undress her but ask why the hell she
hadn't done it herself already, and he actually could
hold a job. The last had become a new requirement of
Taylor. She might only be 23, but she had come to the
realization that failure to stay employed indicated a
guy wasn't going to stay faithful to her for long. She
wanted a stud who could handle commitment. And, after a
month working customer service at the supermarket she
still got wet whenever Jim from produce walked by. Oh,
sure, he flirted with everyone, from the teen cashiers
to that skank Beth but he obviously was into her. So,
when he asked her out on a weekend canoe camping trip
she jumped at it, almost jumping him right then and
there! Oh, she wouldn't be alone with him- his bud Rod
and that Asian girl from produce Wendi would be along
too, but they were OK. And she knew it would probably
end up as one big orgy. But she would first get her
hands on Jim and his cock into her, staking her claim,
then let go and enjoy. It was a plan.
Things started to go wrong right from the start. They
had two canoes, and despite her flirting protests Taylor
got stuck in one with Rod. It wasn't that he wasn't also
hunky, and always seemed to be coming on to her, but she
wanted Jim. The only consolation was that seated in the
front she had a great view of Jim's back as he paddled
the lead canoe. Rod kept up a running commentary, but
she didn't listen.
The site they picked was father in than she'd expected,
and despite not doing all that much of the paddling her
shoulders ached as she climbed out. It seemed the others
had used this site before, as their large tent fit
perfectly into a patch of dirt near the tree line and
they quickly had everything set up. Not really in her
element, Taylor just tried to keep out of the way while
not looking useless. After a dinner of grilled
hamburgers and potato chips the beer came out and all
was well.
The sun was setting, the beer was flowing, and Taylor
decided to make her move. She was sitting on a big log
between Rod and Jim, and finishing her third can she put
it down and turned towards Jim.
He had his hands under that bitch Wendi's bikini top,
and was kissing her neck as her own hands were making
their way down his bare chest.
What the HELL! He had invited HER! Oh, sure, it seemed
all day she had been paired with Rod, but... slowly, she
turned to her right to look at the other male there. Rod
had put his own beer down and slid up next to her,
putting an arm around Taylor and drawing her against
him.
"Shall we?"
"Hell no!" She may have shouted, but she definitely
pushed. He was strong, though, not forcing her but
definitely restraining the small woman with amusement on
his face. Oh, god... this was why they had invited her.
And she came. They'd assume she was willing. Suddenly
Taylor felt hands grab her arms and force them above her
head. She looked up to see Jim holding them and grinning
down at her drunkenly. She saw a nude Wendi pulling down
his shorts and taking his cock into her mouth... and
then she felt a large object push past her bikini
bottoms and up into her in one thrust. Taylor screamed.
***
"...and... I kept saying 'no', but my body said 'yes',
and they kept..."
"Shhh, hush... it's OK." Fred was next to her again, his
hand stroking her hair. She put her head on his broad
chest, the tears flowing. He just held her there, taking
care not to touch the rest of her. Once Taylor calmed
down enough to realize this, she was both incredibly
touched by that concern and overcome with the desire to
be held by him. She wanted to just be engulfed by him.
To be held by his strong, firm arms and be told over and
over that everything was good. Nobody had done that for
her since Daddy...
"So," Fred continued, once he sensed the worse was over,
"once they fell asleep you swam away?"
"Yup." She pushed herself off of him and sat up, wiping
her eyes with the bottom of his shirt. "I figured I
couldn't even move a canoe much less paddle it, so... I
just swam." Taylor closed her eyes and gave a sad laugh.
"Stupid. I'm so stupid."
"No you're not."
Fred stood up and walked around and refilled her glass.
"Nothing I can think of to say here will come out as
less than condescending, which isn't at all what I mean,
so I'll just get to the important parts. Do you want to
charge them with rape?"
She thought long and hard.
"N... no. No. It wouldn't help, and... I did go."
"That's no excuse, but I understand. Frankly it makes
all this easier, although naturally I'd be on your side
if you decided otherwise." He got his own drink and
downed it. "Do you want to go back there?"
"Hell no! I'm even quitting that job!"
"OK." Fred put his glass down, picked up a silver iPod
from the table and checked the time. "So, what that
means is that I'm going to take a trip over to your
campsite."
"No!" Taylor was scared, although why she didn't know.
They weren't killers, but it would be three against
one...
"I have to, for two reasons. First, I have to tell them
you're not dead. Picture it from their end: they're
going to wake up hung over and find you missing after a
drunken orgy. For all they know you walked into the lake
drunk and drowned. We don't want them calling the police
to look for you, as that would cause all sorts of
problems." Fred smiled, a rather mean one she hadn't
seen before. "Not that I'm against scaring the crap out
of them."
"Second," he continued, "I have to get your stuff and
bring it back here. While I'm gone you can decide what
you want to do. If you want to go home, which would be
incredibly understandable, I'll take you. If you
don't..." Suddenly Fred looked more uncomfortable and
awkward than she'd yet seen. "Well, I'm planning on
staying for another 5 or 6 days. You're welcome to stay
until the food runs out."
Suddenly Fred burst out laughing. Taylor smiled, looking
at him questioningly."
"Sorry. I just had the thought that given you know
nothing about me, for all you know I'm a cannibalistic
serial killer, so that last statement could just be a
bad joke on my part." Taylor gave her own laugh, and
held up a bare arm.
"Good luck getting any meat off of this!"
***
Taylor watched the canoe glide off onto the lake, Fred
paddling slowly but strongly. She put her arms around
herself, once again aware that she was only wearing a
shirt... his shirt. She had a sudden urge to go find a
used one and change into it, which caused her to just
shake her head and laugh. "This is what gets me into
trouble. Like, Love, and Lust ARE different." She turned
and walked back next to the fire, watching it die down.
Her feet were getting use to going barefoot, although
luckily he'd hopefully be bringing her sneakers with
him. If she was going to be here a week...
Was she? If she stayed, what would they do? Well, fuck,
obviously. Fuck like rabbits. She wanted that. He
rescued her, and it was only right. No, wait, that's
wrong... wasn't that kind of thinking always getting her
into trouble? But Taylor had never been rescued before,
not in a real way. Maybe this was her only chance to
have this fantasy. Or this reality.
But, did she just want a weekend of fun then have him
leave? Or did she want... to be with him. Should she be
working on getting to know the person, and not just the
penis. Maybe she could do both...
She needed something to keep her mind occupied. Weren't
there some books in the tent?
Taylor crawled back in, sat on the mattress, and looked
around. There was a thick blue paperback next to the bed
with a bookmark sticking out, so she reached over and
took a look at it. 'Magician: Apprentice' it said, and
had a wizard and a teen boy on the cover. Well, she
liked Harry Potter, so this would do. She flipped
through the pages, stopping when she came to the
bookmark. It was a photo. Taking it out and holding it
up to the light coming through the door, her eyes
widened.
The woman in the photo was lying on her back on a couch,
nude. She was reading a book, the very one Taylor was
holding it looked like, an expression of intense
concentration on her face. She had a nice body, Taylor
grudgingly admitted, obviously very curvy. Her breasts,
although flattened a bit, were on the large side and
currently used as a book rest. Checking out the other
end Taylor noticed she wasn't shaved, the woman's pubic
hair trimmed into a nice triangle pointing downward.
Who was this? Wife? Ex-wife? Some random girl from the
internet? And why did Taylor feel so jealous when she
looked at her? She looked down at her own body, then
back to the photo. It made her feel like such a little
girl, that was the problem. And if he liked... WOMEN,
what chance did she have?
***
"Well, that's over with", Fred thought.
He was paddling his way back across the lake, glad once
again he had picked a rather skinny one for this trip.
Heck, it could almost be considered a wide river in
spots. A half hour over, a half hour back, and 15
minutes scaring the hell out of three twenty-somethings.
He had enjoyed that, and just remembering brought a grin
to Fred's face. They had started drinking already to try
not to deal with whatever had happened the night before,
and all it had taken was the mention of rape and NOT
going to the police to get them falling over themselves
doing whatever he wanted. So it was that they were
packing and on their way out of the park already, and he
was heading back to camp with not only the girls duffle
bag but a cooler full of food that the rapists wouldn't
be needing. Three problems solved and it wasn't even
noon yet.
The bow of the canoe hit land, and Fred crawled forward
and onto the beach, then pulled the canoe up completely
out of the water. He had expected Taylor to meet him,
and glancing up towards camp was a bit annoyed not to
see her. Well, maybe she was sleeping. She had been
through a lot. Grabbing the duffle bag, he climbed up
the short path.
The girl was nude. That was the first thing that
registered in his mind, as being male millennia of
evolution had made that the most important thing his
senses could detect. She was sitting in the chair
reading a book, her legs outstretched using the small
table as a foot stool. White skin without a trace of
ink, smooth and beautiful. Her breasts were small, but
firm, standing on their own and probably barely enough
to fill a hand. She was hairless below the neck,
although what was on her head flowed down beside her
almost to her waist. And she was reading....
Fred's face lost all emotion as he saw that blue book
with its photo bookmark. He stood for a moment, not
really thinking anything, then walked over to the tent
and tossed the duffle bag in front of it. Taylor
pretended not to notice him, and after a couple moments
more of looking at her he just sighed and walked over to
his sleeping bag. He pulled it so the head was up
against a tree facing Taylor, then sat down on it and
leaned back against the tree. The fire pit was between
them, and he just... looked at her. Or, maybe, through
her. Taylor started to smile at him, but the dead look
on his face caused it to die before it even began. What
had she done.
"Um... this is a good book." Taylor held it up, trying
to break the tension. This wasn't what she had planned
at all. She couldn't even remember what she had worked
out in her mind, the back and forth that would make him
want her. Now she just wanted him to... not... look...
at her like that.
"It's one of my favorites."
After a moment more Fred closed his eyes and leaned his
head back against the tree. Oh, Lisa, what was he
supposed to do...
"Who is she?"
Fred opened his eyes and looked at Taylor. She had taken
her feet off the table and put them on the ground, knees
together, and was sitting up and looking at him with the
book held in both hands in front of her. Her eyes were
pleading. He took a ragged breath.
"She... is a friend who died 16 days ago."
Taylor stopped breathing. The book fell from her
fingertips and bounced once in the packed earth. Eyes
wide, staring at the man in front of her, all she could
do was whisper, "How?"
"Her birth control killed her." He picked a long leaf
off of a weed, and started stripping it as he talked,
just to have something to do with his hands. "She had a
blood clot in her brain. She had gotten one in her leg a
couple months ago, and the doctor told her to change
whatever version of The Pill she was taking, and she
did, but... either it was too late or it didn't matter.
She just fell over dead while walking into her Moms
house." The tears were starting to flow, and he began to
ramble. "She refused to let me use anything, even when
she was between Pills. She wanted to feel me in her, and
me to feel her. We... I keep thinking of how I could
have saved her. If I had just loved her enough to say,
no, we can't do this anymore, or... if we had just done
without birth control. She'd still be here." Fred wiped
his eyes with his shirt. "We had planned to take this
trip together, and another to Mexico in a couple months,
so I figured I'd just come here and..."
"Fred."
He looked across the silent fire pit. Taylor had stood.
Her pale, thin body was beautiful there under the trees.
Her arms were outstretched before her, and her eyes were
red with tears.
"May I hug you?"
Fred had enough of his senses still to suddenly see how
silly this all was. Here was a woman who had just been
raped offering to comfort him over something that was
nothing compared to her pain. Something was wrong with
the universe. But, as he looked at her... he realized he
wanted to hold and comfort her as well, and the desire
for that was in her eyes. Tossing his mangled leaf
aside, he cocked an eye at her.
"Well, you can't do it if you're way over there..."
She straddled him, her naked thighs against his tough
blue jeans. His back still against the tree, he leaned
forward and kissed her, his hands lightly caressing her
sides. It was a gentle kiss, their lips and tongues just
barely touching. Taylor's hands were under his shirt,
caressing his chest. Her fingers curled around the short
hairs there, and she had the urge to run her hands all
over him.
Moaning, she moved her hands to the sides of his shirt
and pulled it up and over his head, breaking their kiss.
Their eyes locked for a moment, then their lips came
together in a passionate duel of tongues. Fred moved one
of his hands onto the back of her head, the feel of that
long hair like nothing he had felt before. His other
hand cupped a breast, and she groaned whenever he
pinched her nipple.
Taylor couldn't keep her hands still as they moved all
over his chest, back, and arms. Those strong arms that
had held her that night after saving her from the
lake... her crotch was rubbing against his belt buckle,
and she slowly began to move back and forth, fucking his
jeans. It felt rough against her, the bulge from his now
hard member hitting just the right spot.
She pulled back from Fred slightly, hands going to his
shoulders she looked him in the eye as her speed
increased. The night before Taylor had been fighting not
to feel anything, feeling betrayed by a body responding
to unwanted intrusions. Now, however, she was savoring
each touch, unabashedly following each trail of pleasure
wherever it led.
Fred just gazed back in wonder, his hands on her hips as
her movements became more primal. His mind went back to
an afternoon alone with a half cousin in 7th grade, when
they had traded whatever knowledge each had gained so
far in puberty. Mary had nothing on the erotic creature
before him now, though. Taylor's hips reached a fevered
pitch, and arching her back she looked unseeing at the
sky.
Fred took that opportunity to lower his head and gently
bite her left nipple, and Taylor half screamed in
orgasm. Her hands flew to his head as he kept gently
nibbling, her body now making ragged circular movements
around his covered cock. Finally she slid backwards
until she was sitting just above his knees, her hands
against his chest as if to keep Fred at a distance
before he could ravage her more. When her eyes finally
focused on him, they smoldered.
"God..."
"I always like being called that by naked women," Fred
replied, easily able to catch her arm before she could
slap his chest in playful reply. Laughing, Taylor gazed
at him for a moment longer, then broke away from him and
slid back further along his legs. When she came to the
end she slid off him completely and lay on the sleeping
bag, knees bent and legs spread.
"Take me..."
Fred stood and gazed down at her. He felt like a teen
again, looking down at his first love. Her thin, white
limbs, small breasts... her smooth slit glistened a
moist pink as she offered herself to him. He unbuckled
his jeans, dropped his remaining clothing then knelt
between her legs. He positioned his large frame over
her, his cock touching her entrance. Fred paused,
looking at her glowing face. Sensing what he was
feeling, Taylor raised a hand and caressed his cheek.
"You can think of her."
Closing his eyes, Fred gently but firmly thrust into
her. Taylor gasped, hands gripping his arms as he filled
her. He paused, looking down at her again, then lowered
his head and kissed her as he started to move in and
out. Her legs wrapped around him, and she raised her
hips to meet each thrust. He was going agonizingly slow,
like nothing she was use to, and it was torturing her
exquisitely.
It was not so much technique as Fred's knowledge that he
probably wouldn't last that long, but that didn't
matter. Taylor didn't even care if she came again, so
long as she felt his release within her, but she could
feel herself rising towards another orgasm. She thought
of the woman in the photo, who had been the recipient of
his seed before her, and she offered up a prayer to that
spirit promising to take care of her man.
Suddenly the thrusting increased, and as they both cried
out he came within her. He stopped moving, fully within
her, and just gasped as pulse after pulse filled Taylor.
Finally, spent, his body relaxed and their eyes found
each other as hands rose to caress the other's cheek,
neither wanting to move and break the spell.
***
Taylor cooked lunch. Fred said he was too exhausted
after first paddling around the lake all morning then
satisfying her, plus it was woman's work anyway, but
Taylor was happy to do it regardless. She was a good
cook, and it was time to show him she wasn't just...
well, that she was good for something besides sex. There
were times she doubted that herself, but being near him
was changing that. Three hamburgers, two for him, were
grilling nicely on the fire. They had decided to use up
all the fresh meat first as the ice might not last,
although it was still in good shape.
Fred meanwhile rolled a couple logs up to the fire and
arranged them into a sort of love seat, which he covered
with Taylor's sleeping bag (which looked like it was
more suited to a slumber party than camping- the
unicorns were a nice touch). They were still naked,
although wearing sneakers, and as they sat down to eat
Taylor leaned against him. Any food or juice that
dripped on them was quickly, or slowly, licked up.
Afterwards, they just sat with their arms around each
other and opened up about themselves. Fred was a history
teacher, which he liked. Never married, most of his
family had passed away over the last few years of one
thing or another. Lisa had been a savior, keeping him
sane. Now... Taylor had graduated with a major in art,
which was one reason she had been working at various
supermarkets and the like.
She had never liked being told WHAT to draw or paint,
which kind of shut her out of most commercial
applications of her skills. Her father had died when she
was a young teen, and she hadn't talked to her mom since
she left for college. She probably, she admitted, had
gone for guys who would treat her like a girl but use
her like a woman.
"It's not easy," she said, running a hand absently over
his thigh, "looking like this when you're an adult. I
mean, when I saw that photo of Lisa... well, I'm
obviously not your type." He looked at her with a raised
eyebrow.
"I have many types, to be honest. Any beautiful woman
who's willing to be naked with me automatically falls
into at least one category. Besides, in the end I'm more
interested in a woman's brains. If I like someone, I can
find something physically about them that attracts me."
Taylor gave him a skeptical look, which got a laugh out
of him.
"No, no, it's true. I'm never going to go with someone
just because of looks. It's never worth it."
Taylor sighed, looking down at her feet.
"There's not that much to me. I'm not that smart."
Fred took a hand and turned her head towards him,
stroking her cheek. She nuzzled against it.
"There are different kinds of smart. So far you haven't
seemed dumb to me. I'd like to see some of your art."
That drew a chuckle out of Taylor.
"It's a little late for that pick up line!"
"True..." Fred kissed her, a gentle peck, his tongue
lightly flicking her lips before he pulled back. Her
lips tried to follow him, then her eyes opened and she
giggled. Her hand moved over to his slowly rising cock,
helping it along in its quest. His hand drifted down
between her legs, marveling first at the smoothness then
the wetness.
A thought occurred to him then, causing a laugh, which
he quickly explained. Laughter at the wrong time during
sex can be a dangerous thing.
"Actually, it may be fate that we met now. No, really,"
he added, although she wasn't protesting much. "How much
do you remember from your American history class?"
Taylor was getting down on her knees in front of him, so
this question was a touch unexpected.
"Umm, some. I actually usually liked that class."
"Good, bonus points for you since I love history." She
smiled and took a lick at his cock, which was almost as
good as the smile. "OK, I want you to try and finish
this historic Presidential campaign slogan." The look on
her face was priceless, especially with a penis in the
shot.
"Tippecanoe..."
A moment's confusion, then it dawned on her.
"Tippecanoe and Tyler Too!"
***
Continued in part 2: Incidents of Taylor
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Edited by SciFi Nut
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