From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
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Subject: BLACKWIND: Finally(mf,adult,cons)
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 1995 02:58:24 UTC
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Contains: mf,cons,romance

   BBS Filename: Finally.txt Lewdness Level: Mild Classifiction:
Adult/romance

   FINALLY...

   The bar was a cozy place, dark and quiet save for the nearly whispering
voices of the people at the bar or sitting in the booths along the walls,
some staring into the huge fire that burned in the hearth along one wall,
the hearth that gave this place it's name: The Fireside Inn.

   In one bar a young woman sat, alone, toying with the swizzle stick in
her drink.  She was an unusual sight for the bar, and for one very special
reason--she was very beautiful.

   Long, raven black hair framed a delicate face, with thin dark brows and
long, dark lashes over her sea green eyes, eyes that were sad and tearful.
Her full lips were pressed tightly together, holding back the pain of her
broken heart.

   Her name was Kim Alexander, and tonight, like so many nights before, she
found herself alone, wishing she had someone special here with her.  And
not just any someone special.  For her, there was only one.

   His name was Rob Culver, and he was perhaps the most wonderful man Kim
had ever known.  Tall, in good shape, with striking, ruggedly handsome
features and warm blue eyes, the women rarely failed to resist him.  Rob's
wild side, with his long hair drawn back in a perpetual pony tail, combined
with his button down, neatly ordered nature, made him a dichotomy that few
could fathom.  Kim was one of the few who did understand him.  Because Rob
was her best friend.

   They'd met twelve years ago, when she as twelve and he was thirteen.  It
had been a difficult time in Kim's life.  Her parents were undergoing a
bitter divorce, one so bad that Kim, in an effort to escape the shouting
and the threats and all the disruption had drawn herself into her own
little world and hid away with her tears, friendless and hopeless.

   Enter Rob.  His family moved in next door to her, just a quarter mile
down the road.  The first time she actually met him was in the vast expanse
of woods behind their houses.  Kim frequently retreated there to be alone
and to get away from the tense atmosphere of home.

   It was early autumn--late September--and she'd been sitting beneath the
spreading bows of an already changing maple, crying softly to herself, when
she'd heard footsteps approaching.  Before she even had time to wipe the
tears away, Rob had stepped into sight.

   Even then, he'd been impressive--tall and well-built, wearing a flannel
shirt and jeans.  Without a word he'd walked over and sat down next to her,
so close she could feel the heat of his body.

   "I'm Rob.  Rob Culver", he'd introduced, as casually as if he'd known
her for years.  "And you're...?"

   "Leaving", she'd told him.  She wanted to be alone, after all.  Before
she could get up, however, he caught her hand and pulled her back down.

   "Upset", Rob had said matter-of-factly.  "You seem like you could use a
friend."

   And that was how it got started.  Thanks to Rob, she'd gotten through
her parents divorce, gotten through the rough times afterward, learning to
live without her father around anymore.  He was always there for her, a
shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to who would listen and understand.  He
was the warm smile in her life, the encouragement she needed to go on. 
They were rarely, if ever, apart.  They developed a closeness, an affection
that was not common.

   Kim had spent more than enough time snuggled in his arms, feeling warm
and safe and protected, and most of all, loved.

   Rob watched out for her all the time.  He helped her get through the
awkward years of teenage dating; he took her to the prom when her own
boyfriend dumped her for an airhead cheerleader.

   Rob had also been her first kiss.  It was her most special memory of
him--the night of the prom, after he'd taken her home, he'd kissed her
good-night.  The first and only time he'd ever kissed her anywhere but on
the cheek.  It was a memory that at times like this, made her heart ache.

   Kim stared into her drink, which was all but untouched.  She'd never
been much of a drinker and wasn't one to drown her sorrows in alchohol. 
Not even tonight.

   Over the years since high school, she and Rob had remained close.  And
it was over those years that Kim had begun to realize just how much he
meant to her, how much she loved him.

   Kim, however, was not looking for a relationship.  Yes, Rob was very
special to her--but she wanted to remain his friend.  It was difficult to
say just why, except that Rob was not her...type.  He was too wild, too
outgoing, too much into things she was not.  As friends, there was no
bitterness if one wanted to do something the other didn't; they led their
own lives and were happy with that.

   What Kim wanted, simply, was to be intimate with him.  Indeed, they
already were, but in spirit only; they always seemed to know what the other
was thinking, finishing each others sentences.  It was like an unspoken
bond between them, and it was nice, but incomplete.  What Kim wanted, in
short, was carnal intimacy with him.  She wanted to make love to him, if
only just once.

   For her, in fact, it would be the first time; at twenty four, she was
still a virgin, saving herself for just "the right guy".  Someone she knew
who would love her as much as she loved him, and not just use her.  That
was where Rob came in.  She knew she could count on him for that.

   Unfortunately, it wasn't an easy subject to bring up.  She'd tried once,
and only once.  And Rob had said no.

   "It would change things between us, Kim.  You know that," he'd told her.
"We'd no longer be friends.  We wouldn't have that freedom anymore.  How
could I ever see you with another man and not think about the fact that I'd
slept with you, and now he had you?  I'm sorry, but I just can't do it."

   He'd told her that two years ago.  Kim tried to understand, did her
best. What he said made plenty of sense.  But she still wanted to make love
to him anyway, and that fact wouldn't die.

   It was also taking it's toll on her.  In the past two years, she'd
started and ended six relationships.  The longest had lasted two months;
this past one, less than three weeks.

   The guys all wanted the same thing: her.  Sexually.  Kim wasn't ready
for that.  And all because she'd been saving herself for Rob, hoping that
one day he might finally come around and see things her way.

   Which she now believed might never happen.  And just the idea of that
was enough to bring her to tears.  Flinging some money onto the table, she
hurried for the door, nearly blinded by her tears.

   She was halfway to her car when someone tapped her shoulder.  Whirling
around, she found herself facing a tall, pock-faced man with a sickly smile
on his face.  Tangled, curly hair hung down over his forehead and spilled
down his shoulders.  He was dressed casually in a denim jacket and jeans,
his hands stuffed in the jacket pockets.

   "Got the time?" he asked.

   Wiping hurriedly at her face, Kim glanced at her watch.  In the same
instant his arm went around her and his hand was shoved against her mouth.
Kim froze.  He was too big for her to fight and she wasn't much of a
fighter, anyway.

   "Yeah, that's it", he chuckled softly.  "Don't move a muscle.  Just do
what old Petey wants and it'll be better for you.  Come on." He pushed her
toward a nearby car and opened the back door, forcing her in.  He climbed
in behind her and told her to keep quiet, brandishing a knife to make the
threat all too real.

   Kim knew she was going to be raped.  It was her deepest, darkest fear,
to have her virginity literally torn from her by some insane stranger with
absolutely no regard for her.

   "Yeah, I like this", the man chuckled.  "Get comfortable.  Take off your
coat."

   Shaking, Kim slipped off the tan raincoat she wore, revealing the white
blouse and short black skirt she had on underneath.  Her abductor ran his
hand up one nylon clad thigh, making her shudder.

   "You know how to suck cock?", the guy asked.  Kim nodded, and watched as
his hand shot to crotch of his pants, unzipping his fly.  He pulled out his
already erect cock and held it out for her to see.  It wasn't very big, but
just the sight of it made her sick.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Do me!", he snapped.

   Crying quietly, Kim slipped her hand around the base of his cock and
leaned forward, sliding it into her mouth.  She'd only done this once
before, and that too had been a rape.

   Date rape.  The guy had wanted more, but had settled for letting her get
him off this way.  It had been sick and humiliating for her, and she'd
never told anyone.  But at least she'd gotten away with her virginity
intact.  She only hoped it would work this time.

   She'd hardly started to suck when the door behind her rapist flew open.
With a cry he was a hauled out, nearly taking her with him.  Kim sat up,
scrabbling for the other door handle, while her rescuer was slamming the
rapist against the ground, over and over.

   "Fucking bastard!" was all she heard, in a voice filled with so much
rage and disgust it made her shiver.  Mostly because she knew that voice.

   It was Rob's.

   A moment later his head appeared over to the roof of the car, and then
he was running over, taking her in his arms and holding her tight.  Kim
sobbed violently against his chest, unable to believe that he'd rescued
her, unsure if this was all just some bad dream.

   "Easy", Rob soothed.  "Did he hurt you?"

   "H-He m-made m-me b-blow him", she sobbed.  "B-but I-I d-didn't
f-finish!"

   She felt Rob turn.  "I saw him force you in.  I wanted to wait until his
back was turned.  I should have come sooner."

   His hold on her tightened.  "It's okay now.  He's not going anywhere."

   xxx

   "You're one very lucky young lady", the state trooper told Kim.  "This
guy's wanted in three states for rape and aggravated assault.  He's got a
list of priors a mile long and enough oustanding warrants to bury him for
years."

   Kim hardly heard.  She was still squeezed tightly in Rob's arms, too
shaken to speak.  The rapist, a man named Peter Capton, had been loaded
into an ambulance a few minutes earlier and taken away.  Rob had broken
most of the guy's face.

   "What about what I did to him?", Rob asked.  He sounded mad.  "Am I in
trouble?"

   "Why?  The guy fell.  Didn't he?  Panicked and fell out of the car", the
trooper told him.  "Isn't that what happened?"

   "Sure did", Rob answered.  "Of course, he won't say that."

   "Believe me, he will", the trooper promised.  "Look, I've got all we
need for now.  Take your friend home and let her get some rest.  You can
come down to the barracks tomorrow to make a statement and press charges if
you want to.  The more the merrier." With that, he walked away.

   Kim looked up at Rob.  "How did you...know?"

   "I ran into your date at the 7-11", Rob told her, gently turning her and
walking her toward his car.  "He told me you two broke up and I thought I'd
better come by, that you might need me.  Turned out you did." He gave her a
gentle squeeze.  "I was just getting out of the car when I saw him grab
you. I couldn't take a chance so I had to wait."

   Again, he squeezed her.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't know he'd--"

   "It's okay", Kim sniffed.  "He didn't get very far..."

   "He made you--"

   "Don't.  I don't want to think about it.  Just take me home, okay?"

   "My place.  You'll stay with me tonight.  I don't want you to be alone."
He kissed the top of her head and helped her into his car.  "We'll pick
your car up tomorrow.  No worry.  Tomorrow's Saturday." He fastened her
seatbelt and gently kissed her cheek.  "You'll be okay."

   "I know", she sniffed.  "I'm with you."

   xxx

   Kim lived alone in the house she'd shared with her mother.  Her mother
had remarried and moved away a year ago, and Kim had taken the place over.
Similarly, Rob lived by himself, his own parents having retired to Florida
six months ago.

   So spending the night was no problem.

   Rob took her straight to his house, leading her into the living room and
seating her on the couch.  He had a fireplace, and a low fire was burning
within.  Kim leaned against one arm of the couch, still shaking, and tried
to take some comfort in the realization she was now safe and in a place she
loved to be.

   Rob went into the kitchen and returned a moment later, carrying a glass
of brandy.  "Here, drink this", he told her softly, taking a seat next to
her and gently putting his arms around her.  Kim took a sip of the brandy
and pressed herself against him.  She needed to be held, to feel safe.

   Even so, she was still shaking, and took another long swig of brandy to
still her nerves.  It was strong and sweet, and after another pull, her
shaking subsided.

   "Better?", Rob asked.

   "A little", she murmured.  She nestled her head down against his
shoulder.  "I'm scared, Rob.  I'm really scared.  What if he gets out and
comes looking for me?  What then?"

   "He's got a list of priors as long as my arm and he's wanted in three
states.  Believe me, he won't be getting out anytime soon."

   "I'm scared", Kim repeated.

   "Don't be.  You're here with me and you're safe.  You can stay here as
long as you want, okay?  I'll take care of you, don't worry." He gently
kissed the top of her head.  "I promise."

   Kim nodded.  She felt sleepy and wondered if Rob had spiked the brandy
with something else.  She took another swig, tasted nothing more than
Brandy, and gave it up to simple exhaustion.  Nestling her head against the
side of his neck, she dozed off.

   xxx

   Sleep was a deep, dreamless darkness that enfolded her with the arms of
a lover and held her close.  Yet even those arms were not enough and she
found herself coming awake with a start, immediately aware she was no
longer sitting and that the arms of sleep were now real ones, wrapped
around her.

   She smelled the soft, musky scent of a man and realized that her face
was pressed into Rob's bare, hard-muscled chest, his powerful arms wrapped
around her small body.  She was also aware that she was in bed now, and
didn't remember getting there.

   As she came a little more awake, she took stock of things--she was
undressed, wearing only a shirt and panties.

   Everything else had been removed.  Had she done it, or had Rob?  The
latter idea had appeal.  If he'd actually seen her naked...

   The thought trailed off as sleep rose it's head again, drawing her back
down into deep, dreamless deaths, and once more the world was a quiet and
contented place.

   xxx

   The next time she awoke, it was well past noon.  The clock on the
nightstand told her so.  Rob was gone, probably having gotten up earlier,
but he'd been kind enough to draw the covers up around her.  Probably
kissed her cheek, too, she realized.  It was the kind of thing Rob would do
for her.

   She rolled over and stretched, still having a little trouble believing
she'd actually spent the night in bed with him.  Granted, they hadn't done
a thing sexually, but still...

   Sliding out of bed, she reached for his robe, hanging over the doorknob.
She saw then she was wearing one of his shirts--but still didn't know if
she'd dressed herself, or if he had.  She really, really hoped HE had.

   She pulled the robe on.  It was too long--knee length on Rob, it nearly
reached her ankles.  She had to roll the sleeves back, too.

   Making her way downstairs, she found Rob sitting at the kitchen table,
drinking orange juice and reading the newspaper.  "Good morning", he said,
without even lowering the paper.  "Or rather, good afternoon.  Sleep okay?"


   "Like a baby", she yawned, pulling up a chair.  "I just don't remember
getting there."

   "Thank your knight in shining armor", Rob told her, lowering the paper.
"You were pretty well out of it, so I took you up and put you to bed.  I
had some trouble getting you undressed though."

   Kim blushed.  "I imagine."

   Rob blushed himself.  "I didn't look, honest.  That's why I had so much
trouble.  I kept my eyes closed.  Remind me never to make out with you. 
That bra you wear's a real bitch to get off."

   Kim giggled.  "You won't get off that easy.  Why'd you stay with me?"

   "Because I know you.  You were bound to have nightmares and I wanted to
be right there.  Make you feel safe."

   "You did."

   "I'm glad.  You hungry?"

   "A little."

   "Okay.  Bacon and eggs okay?"

   "Fine."

   They chatted about other things while he cooked.  They didn't talk at
all while she ate, and just before she finished, the phone rang.  It was
the state trooper.  Rob talked to him for a few minutes and hung up.  "I
hate to ruin things, but we have to go down and make a statement.  Oh, and
you'll be pleased to hear he's been denined bail.  They've got him in the
hospital ward at the county jail.  He keeps insisting he fell and broke his
face and arm."

   "He broke his arm?", Kim asked.  "How?"

   "Seems he resisted arrest", Rob grinned.

   xxx

   They swung by Kim's long enough for her to change, then headed to the
barracks.  Kim made her statement but decided against pressing charges. 
She didn't want to repeat her night of horror in court, and the guy was
already in enough trouble to put him away for life.

   Afterward she and Rob drove around, talking, she crying and he holding
her, working out the night before.  They spent the rest of the day after
that at home, and again that night, they slept together.

   In fact, they slept together just about every night for the next week.
It was hard to say who wanted it more--her, or Rob.  If it was him, she
knew he was just being overprotective.  He didn't want to have sex with
her, like she wanted him to.  Some things, she decided, just never change.

   Or at least, she thought they didn't.  After five nights together, as
she and Rob lay side by side, his arms around her, he finally brought the
subject up.

   "You know, look at us.  We're lying her like a couple of lovers and we
haven't done anything."

   "I know", she replied.  "You've always said it wouldn't work out.  That
it would ruin things."

   "I still think it would."

   "Oh."

   "But I think it might work out if...well, if we did it, but stayed
friends, you know?  I do love you, Kim.  Really.  And I would never do
anything to make you feel cheap, or use you, or hurt you.  I couldn't
just...fuck you.  I'd have to make love to you."

   "Is there a difference?", she asked hopefully.

   "Yes.  Fucking is just sex.  Raw animal lust.  Making love is...it's
feeling.  It's two hearts and minds coming together as well as two bodies.
It's bringing pleasure to each other in the strongest way--not just
physically, but mentally as well." He drew her a little closer and kissed
her nose.  "Truth is, Kim, I've wanted to for a long time, but I was
worried that...well, we'd become more than friends."

   "We probably would", she agreed.  "Or would we?"

   "That's what I've been thinking about.  It doesn't have to be a long,
drawn out thing.  We could do it just once, or maybe a few times, when the
mood struck us, if we didn't have anybody else.  We don't have to...belong
to each other.  We'd just be a lot closer than we have been." He shrugged.
"Get what I mean?"

   "I think so." She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him
deeply. He kissed her back, his hand sliding inside of her nightshirt,
gently caressing her breast.  The feeling of his palm against her breast
made her shudder with pleasure, setting up a hot, wet vibration between her
legs.

   This was it.  She wanted him...now.

   Pulling away, she pleaded breathlessly, "Make love to me, Rob.  Now. 
Please!  I want to do everything.  Everything!"

   Her passion was gripping her now.  She felt so incredibly eager, her
passion would not be denied.  She wanted to do everything.  She wanted to
suck his cock, she wanted him to eat her.  She wanted to kiss and touch and
caress every inch of him, and he her.  She wanted to make love in every way
and position imaginable.

   Wordlessly, Rob kissed her again, his hand slipping from her breast to
the buttons of her nightshirt.  This was it!

   Finally!

   At the same time she slipped her hands down his body, working his
sweatpants down.  Rob had to help her a little, but then they were off, and
his underwear quickly followed.

   At the same time he slipped her nightshirt from her shoulders, leaving
her only in her panties.

   Their hands roved over one another, caressing, exploring each other's
bodies in a rhythmic dance of passion as their lips met again and again in
the deepest, warmest kiss.  She pushed Rob onto his back, kissing down his
throat to the solid muscles of his chest, working her way down to his
already hard cock, just waiting for her eager mouth.

   "Yes, yes", Rob was moaning.  Her tongue darted out, tickling at the
flesh of his stomach.  She felt Rob put his hand on her head, and she knew
he wanted her to get there and get this started.  She was all too happy to
please him.

   She gripped his cock at the base, jerking it slightly as she lowered her
mouth onto it.  Rob's cock was not extremely long, but it was thick, and as
it filled her mouth she felt him shiver appreciatively, moaning and pushing
her head down gently to get her to take as much of it in as she could.

   She did not allow herself to think of the last cock she'd had in her
mouth; this was Rob's cock, and it was thick and warm and...friendly.  She
felt it throb and pulse as she worked it with her tongue, her lips, her
free hand massaging his balls, making him squirm with further delight.  She
drew back, tonguing the glans, driving him wild.

   "Oh, yes!", Rob shouted, and she plunged down, just in time to catch the
thick stream of cum that shot out, taking it all greedily into her throat.
She drank and drank, savoring every drop, not wanting to lose any.  When it
was done, she drew her lips up, using as much suction as possible, and
licked and kissed the head of his dick until it was clean.

   She drew up onto her knees and slid back down beside him, rolling onto
her back to permit him easy access to her body.

   She was his now, free to be used as he saw fit.

   Rob's tongue slid across the tender flesh of her neck, his lips gently
suckling at her skin, moving up to nibble her earlobe.  A nd then he kissed
her, gently, just below her jaw, in a spot that was an errogenous zone for
her.  She emitted small gasps of pleasure and drew him closer, her hands
caressing the hard muscles of his back.

   His lips continued to move down her body, his tongue sliding up and down
the length of her cleavage, first one breast, then the other.  His hands
grasped her firm buttocks, kneading gently, then grasping tightly, the mere
feeling of them threatening to bring on orgasm.

   As Rob's mouth closed over the firm pinkness of one nipple, the hot, wet
vibration between her legs grew, stronger by each second.  The rough
rasping of his tongue as it slid across the end of first one nipple and
then its companion threatened to bring her to climax without her sensitive
clitoris being touched, and she was unable to stop herself.

   She let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, soaking
between her legs with a flow of her love juices.

   Rob's hand slid down there, the tip of a single finger sliding ever so
gently along the opening, fingering her clitoris to bring her around again.
This, combined with the gently caressing of her nipples by his lips, which
then moved down the expanse of her flat stomach to her honeyed center,
drove her to the point of ecstasy once again--but this time, before she
could go over, Rob's mouth reached her, his lips wrapping around her
swollen clit and driving her to new heights of climax.

   All at once she felt free, high on life and pleasure, a bird sailing
over an expansive ocean, tireless, heady, her entire body quivering now,
shaking violently with the untold pleasures of her climax, while Rob's
tongue worked at her still, bringing her around yet again, as he sucked up
the fresh virgin love juices she offered to him.

   When the flow stopped and she once more came back down to Earth, he just
held her, his hands caressing her, lips pressed against hers.  She tasted
her own juices and it was wonderful.  The kiss ended slowly and they lay
there a moment longer, winded but not yet ready to give in.

   Their lips met again in a deep kiss, as Rob's hands slid down her sides,
gently grasping her hips to position her under him.  This was it, the final
stage, what all the foreplay really came down to...

   She could feel Rob sliding into her now, his thick cock feeling even
thicker as it invaded the confines of her still virgin pussy.  She felt the
first twinges of discomfort as he reached her hymen and paused, his strong
arms tightening around her, holding her tight as he pushed harder, nearly
forcing himself in.

   Kim bit her lip to keep from crying out.  She knew it would hurt, but
this was bad!  For a moment, pain and pleasure mixed, and then she felt the
hymen give way, admitting Rob more deeply into her.  With a sigh of relief
she thrust her hips up to meet his, completing the joining of their two
bodies, and in the process, bringing her untold pleasures that left her
mind swimming.

   She was not aware, after that, of Rob stroking his cock in and out of
her; she was aware only of the rising sensation of pure pleasure, of
orgasm, her tight cunt muscles gripping tightly around his cock forcing it
to bring her even more pleasure, until...finally...

   Her orgasm hit her with the force of a truck.  She let out a cry of
total pleasure, her vision going black, then white, then red, her entire
body shuddering with pleasure as her small arms seized Rob and pulled him
further into her, feeling his hot, thick load fill her small body.

   When the orgasm passed, she lay beneath him, weak and panting, all but
spent.  Rob gently kissed her cheek and rolled over, extracting himself
from her gently.  He pulled her into his arms and held her close.

   "Was it good for you?", he asked, using that age-old, tried and true
line.  Kim could only nod.

   Rob began to stroke her hair.  "You were wonderful."

   "So were you", she whispered.  She felt tired now, so tired.

   "I'd like to do this again sometime", Rob suggested.

   "Me too", she agreed.  And then, "Rob, are we still friends?"

   "Sure are.  And we always will be."

   "I'm glad", she murmured, and then fell asleep in his arms.

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