Date: Fri, 09 May 2008 11:01:51 -0400 From: NA Subject: Robby and Jake- Chapter 3 I'm really looking for comments on my writing and whatnot, feel free to email me at Laxrocks33@mac.com Thanks! III. Jake hands a beer each to Robby and Sara, and procures a bottle opener which he courteously uses to open all three bottles. As Robby and Sara continue their small talk, mostly about school and their friends in common, notably Max, Jake stands in front of the couch and lowers his bottle for a toast: "Well guys, here's to having some fucking fun on a school night!" All three of them giggle, but Sara the most, and they all take swigs from their respective bottles. Jake walks out of the room, leaving Robby and Sara alone for a moment. Robby lets out a small burp and immediately blushes, looking at Sara, trying to explain himself. "Sorry, drank a bit too fast I guess, and sorry about Jake, you know how he gets a little in your face sometimes." Sara looks at Robby flirtatiously, twinkling her long eyelashes, examining the curvature of his visage. Subconsciously she's constantly aware of the deep sexual passions any boy arouses in her; the thick muscles and throbbing appendages indigenous to the sex occasionally make her shiver when they seep into her perception. She's outwardly aware of Robby's raw sex appeal, and although she hasn't declared to herself that she wants him, she is indisputably impressed with his physical structure. While continually smiling, she speaks, "it's fine duuuude, it's cute when boys burp. And don't worry, I've been friends with Jake forever, I know what he's like when he's drunk. Soooo Robby, how are you?" During this last question Sara adjusts her body so she's crouching on her knees on the couch, facing Robby and looking up into his eyes with a submissive expression and smacking her lips. She's flirting for the fun of it, but she also feels sexually deprived, having just broken up with her boyfriend Ben last week. They never had sex, but they fooled around enough for her to feel a yearning to be touched by a boy again. Robby, part flabbergasted at the way Sara is talking to him, is also a bit oblivious, assuming she's simply being convivial. However, he is at least conscious that she appears interested in him, and this assurance leads him to answer her in a confident tone. "Not bad Sara, not bad. I'm hanging out with my best friend, which is cool, but I think I'm really good because I'm with you." Robby blushes and stammers on: "besides, I know you think it's cute when boys burp, but I think everything you do is cute." Robby's face turns a shade of vermillion and he attempts to avert her gaze by glancing around the room at various objects of little importance. As Sara is about to respond, Jake comes bursting back into the room, unaware of Robby's previous statement and unable to sense the tension of the unresolved conversation between his two friends. The blues of the day is paused in limbo on its dominant chord, awaiting its conclusion with heightening trepidation. Jake hops into the lounge chair and polishes off his beer. "Wooh! That was good guys, I'm pumped!" Jake lets his shorts slide halfway up his thighs, and both Sara and Robby take glances, enjoying the glimpse of his muscular, thick legs. Jake continuing to talk primarily for the sake of hearing his own voice, says, "man I need to see Charlotte soon, I haven't fooled around with her in forever! And what ever happened to Amanda? If she and Max are over, I want a shot with her too!" Meanwhile Sara is stuck, nearly trancelike, with her eyes fixated on Robby, dying to respond to his sudden outburst of affection but unable to with Jake present. Jake continues to rant, somewhat incoherently, but Robby can't focus on what his friend is saying. He's yet to give much thought to their previous encounter, and it momentarily drifts out of his consciousness as his mind concentrates on his feelings for Sara. It's Sara who speaks, devising a plan to resolve their conversation. "Hey Jake, one second, I need to go on the computer and email something to my friend, Robby can you show me how to work yours?" Sara pops up from the couch and immediately scurries toward Robby's room, leaving the boys in the living room alone. Robby shoots Jake a look, his face still flushed, and says, "just, you know, give me some time alone with her dude, stay out here or whatever, I'm going to go for it." Jake smiles and gives Robby a hi- five and slap on the butt as he walks past him toward the bedroom. Robby, bulging with a potent cocktail of trepidation, struts toward his bedroom, wholly unsure of what to expect. His hands are in his jean pockets, and he walks into the room trying to formulate his facial expression into a mixture of confidence and humility, depending on Sara's reaction. Sara is sitting on Robby's desk chair, her legs crossed and her eyes tracking Robby as he walks into the room and leans against the closet wall. He speaks to break the silence: "Look, I'm sorry about before, I was just being a bit too honest I guess, I hope this doesn't make this awkward between us Sara, I love hanging out with you..." Sara lets Robby talk, mostly because she's unsure of what to say herself. After he is finished he blushes awkwardly, and she instinctively blushes as well. Although her demeanor is often one of chilled detachment and supercilious laughter, she is deeply flattered by her friend's affection for her. However, she's still at a loss for words, and revels momentarily in the silence, composing strings of words in her head and mulling over what she ought to do. It certainly isn't out of the question for her to start fooling around with Robby: although she had never thought of him in "that" way, she's aware of his physical attractiveness and is not disgusted by the idea. She thinks about what her friends might say if they found out, and what would happen if Jake walked in. This serves to calm her slightly; Jake is her good friend, and he's probably already aware of Robby's feelings for her. Finally she speaks: "Robby...Robby, it's fine, it really is, I was really flattered, I just never knew you felt that way about me. I mean, I think about you sometimes and you always put a smile on my face..." Sara lets her words trail off as well; now she is the one revealing her fragmented emotions. She trusts Robby, and she's being honest, the thought of Robby always conjures up pleasing thoughts in her mind, just never in a sexual manner, until now. Her eyes, narrowing augment the vulnerable expression explicated by her puckered lips and furrowed brow, bury their gaze deep into Robby's eyes. His eyes are wide, almost gaping, as though they cannot believe what they are seeing. His disillusionment comes to pass as Sara stands up from the chair and walks so she is leaning against the bed, facing Robby, about four feet away from him. She lets her body slack against the bedpost, and each hand is folded inside the other. Robby steps closer, but can't bring himself to make a move, and his feet and hands are shaking as he creeps forward. Finally he manages to blurt, in almost a whisper: "Sara, you're beautiful." Sara turns pink at this and springs off the bedpost, wrapping her sleek arms around Robby's neck so her eyes are level with his lips, and leans forward. She whispers into his lips "and you're so sexy Robby." She draws out the words "so" and "Robby," keeping him hanging on each syllable and nearly making his body convulse from the penetrating rhythm of the sentence. Robby allows his hands to drape around her backside, and he pulls her body into his, leaning down so his moist lips can graze hers. The first touch of lips is like the final sealant between castle walls, ensuring their everlasting union. He lets his tongue taste her lip gloss, and the passion of the kiss melodiously evolves. Their tongues caress, mixing reckless attraction with sweet abandon. A cacophony of emotions is searing through Robby's mind. Lust, tinged with desire and fervor, swell into a fiery amalgamation of nearly unbearable heat. He's nearly sweating, as his lips are locked in a tender duel with a single harmonious goal. Her hands explore his backside, running her fingertips down from the nape of his neck to the edge of his boxers. She ruffles his shirt as she embraces him, sliding those smooth fingers under it and reveling in the heat emanating from his bare skin. Robby lets a barely discernable moan escape as he pauses to intake the passing air. His hands, significantly larger than Sara's and darker, stay wrapped around her tightly, as though he is intent on never letting their lustful bind tear apart. She presses his body against him, determined to get so close as to actually feel him, to feel each breath he takes as her own. His throbbing manhood is erect inside his jeans, and Sara feels it pulsating against her waist. At the instant she becomes conscious of what is touching her, all her inhibitions burst out of a dusty corner of her mind and are released upon Robby's body. Before he can caress her any further, her lips break away from his, the sea parted. She thrusts herself forward again, not kissing but almost thrusting her lips onto his neck, letting her tongue lick from the tip of his chin down to his protruding collarbone. She reverses course, kissing back up his neck and diverging to his ear, nibbling on the lobe before murmuring those words every boy pines to hear: "Put me on the bed Robby." Robby, displaying both deferential subservience and masculine assertion, complies. Sara takes small footsteps backwards as Robby's dexterously moves with her, letting his body collapse into her until Sara falls onto the bed and sprawls herself out. Robby takes a moment to comprehend the scene that has unfolded in front of him, and pounces tenderly on top of Sara. He is careful not to cause her discomfort, and he gingerly strokes her neck with his tongue as it slides lightly, so lightly it is barely discernable, down her chest to where her shirt finally restricts his ability to embrace her uncovered skin. The encumbering article of clothing poses little problem, and Sara's face flushes while she lets her arms rest behind her head so Robby can slide her shirt off easily. It slinks off and Robby's eyes grow wider yet at the sight of Sara's chest and stomach, along with her light blue bra. Her skin is absolutely unblemished, and seems to be goading him on, lassoing his judgment and reining him closer to her. Her heart is palpitating, despite her valiant attempts at upholding her outward egotism. Robby heart accelerates as well, and the two thump in confluence with each other. He has trouble containing himself, and has to pause to adjust the package in his jeans before his lips and hands descend once more down to the cavernous depths of Sara's unexplored torso. His hands rest upon her shoulders, and her arms are still lying limply behind her head. Robby arches his back forward and lowers his lips to hers. His legs are spread wide; he's on his knees. He is on top of Sara in such a way that her legs lie in between his, and he is able to bend his body over so that only their lips are touching. Sara's hands rise like phoenix ashes and tug on Robby's hair, wrenching his body onto hers. Their chests touch, Sara's blue bra on Robby's t-shirt, and he immediately lets his lips canvas her neck, sliding lower so that they are now encasing her collarbone with tender, fleeting kisses. Meanwhile, her hands, those opalescent, cajoling creatures of desire, rummage Robby's mane of thick, silken hair. Robby's mind, vertiginous and purged of comprehension, treks on in blind pursuit of selfless climaxes. With this release comes the expulsion of all his reservations, and his ravages her body with delicately sensual touches. She ruffles his hair as he continues to lick lower, so that her body begins to writhe in unbearable anticipation. Finally his tongue reaches the seam of her bra, and he traces the tip of it just inside the bra cup, sketching a vague outline of her supple breasts, leaving a thin trail of saliva just above the fabric covering her sumptuous chest. Sara is biting her lower lip, and a slight noise, nearly a whimper escapes: "Ro...Robby!" Robby pauses, and gazes up at her. She lifts her head up at an angle so she can look him in the eyes and her cheeks turn crimson. "Sorry," she says, "keep going Robby." She blows him a kiss and her head lowers to the mattress again. Robby, incredibly aroused by the innocent air Sara exudes, complies. He wipes the smirk off his lips and uses his probing fingers to slide under Sara's bra and gently massage her now rigid nipples. Meanwhile, a rigid object trapped within the fabric of his jeans is being humped lightly against her leg, pulsating while his body undulates back and forth as he fondles her. Sara alternates between letting out giggles and whimpers, and becomes cognizant of what is rubbing against her leg. Her body involuntarily twitches, and she presses her chest upward to bury Robby deeper into it. She wants him, she wants every part of him, doing everything to her. She feels an aching and burning inside her for him, for everything he has to offer. She's beginning to sweat as well, and a warmth begins to radiate from the area between her legs. The first drops of a warm liquid oozes out, meshing with the fabric of her jeans, leaving them damp and emanating heat. It would be prudent for the reader to stay conscious of Jake in the other room, as both Robby and Sara have succumbed to their desires and forgotten the impending reality. Jake knows what is going on in the other room, having heard Sara's moans from the couch in the living room. He creeps toward the closed door, standing near the entrance and getting aroused by the noises he hears. He begins to rub himself again; he hasn't had a chance to cum yet and he knows that he has some alone time. At first it's simply over his shorts, but soon he plunges his hand under his shorts and begins to fiddle with his hardening penis, imagining what his friends are up to. Behind the door, Robby, unaware of Sara's wetness, slips his hand deftly behind her back and unhooks her bra. As he peels it off and her raw flesh is revealed in full for him to see, Sara pulls him back down and forces his arms up over his head. In his ear she whispers, "your shirt's coming off too big boy." She doesn't renege, and immediately she is sliding his shirt off of him, tossing it aside. Robby's nipples are hard as well, and she digs her fingers into his back; the sight of his bare chest excites her even more. Robby and Sara pull themselves closer to each other, and Robby's hard nipples rub against Sara's hard nipples as their chests touch. This goes on for a few minutes; the chest rubbing intermixed with their tongues locking together yet again. Eventually Robby breaks away and starts licking Sara's nipples, then progressing and starting to suck on them, slightly harder, until she makes no effort to conceal her moans. Sara hands run down Robby's chest and begin to massage the defined and bulging muscles that spread across his rib cage. She feels the small hard bumps that are his nipples, and rubs faster, grabbing onto his chest as though this could somehow bring him into her. Finally, Sara can bear no more. She pulls Robby's head up to hers, and whispers, "I want to see it." Robby, surprised by her sudden outburst, is unsure of how to go about this. He replies, "should I just, take it out?" Sara nods but then changes her mind. "No, go and strip for me Robby." Robby begrudgingly gets off the bed and stands to the side, and Sara positions herself so her legs are spread directly in front of the standing Robby. Her small, delicate hands begin exploring her own body, first by grazing over her nipples which Robby had already so passionately kissed, and then down her stomach, down to the edge of her jeans. She slides her fingers over the fabric, rubbing her thighs first, and when she realizes the extent of her wetness, she immediately becomes frantic and starts to rub herself, over her jeans, determined to feel more and more pleasure in her most sensitive area. Sara undoes her jean button and begins to rub around her panty line, feeling her tender skin and arousing herself with the though of Robby. Robby, smiling, amazed by the spectacle before his eyes, says, "here goes nothing Sara." Sara leans up and stares at Robby's crotch, awaiting his show. Meanwhile, Jake is still outside the door, hearing their words and continuing to stroke himself.