Chelsea and Blue drove down the driveway. As the house receded in the rear-view mirror Chelsea wiped a tear from her eye. She knew her mother wouldn’t believe her, but it was still so painful. Terrance had been ready for them; he had been prepping Colleen for months, telling her Blue was a liar so when the truth finally came he had an out.
Blue was driving silently, his eyes focused on the road. Chelsea wished he would say something. She wanted him to talk to her, but she didn’t want to force him. She could see he was hurting and wanted to help him feel better.
They drove to Chelsea’s old house. Blue knew the ride by heart and driving back in the silent car reminded her of so many of her high school nights. None of them spoke on the way home; they were all lost in their own thoughts. They pulled into the driveway and filed into the house, but once inside Chelsea had no idea what to do with herself. The three of them paced around the house but accomplished nothing.
Chelsea poured them all a glass of whiskey as they sat on their old saggy living room furniture and debated what they could do. But they were all tired and frustrated and the solution escaped them.
“I think I’m gonna take the car and go for a drive, is that cool?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah,” Blue said, throwing her the keys.
“Don’t wait up. I won’t be back until late.”
She left and then it was just Blue and Chelsea and half a bottle of whiskey. Blue seemed so distant and far away. Chelsea hoped he wasn’t blaming himself for this. She reached out for his knee and squeezed it and he turned towards her and smiled.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Chelsea said and he smiled wanly.
“We’ll see.”
She was staring into his dark eyes as she unconsciously shifted her body towards his. It was her and Blue alone in her house sitting on the couch. How many times had they sat like this and never went any further? Terrance had kept them apart for long enough.
Blue leaned forward and placed his hand on Chelsea’s neck, pulling her closer to him and kissing her deeply. She pressed herself against him and Blue snuck his hands onto her back, pulling her even closer and grabbing her tightly. With ease he unsnapped her bra and she felt it slide over her shoulders. Blue broke the kiss and lifted her shirt, letting out a low growl as he pulled her bra free.
Chelsea reached for his shirt and he hastily pulled it over his head and threw it to the side before kissing her again. He held her jaw in his hand, keeping her close as his other hand massaged her breast. Chelsea moaned and shuddered but Blue held her in place as his tongue slid over her lip.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes. She stared into his as his other hand caressed her cheek. Chelsea closed her eyes as she focused on his hands and then his lips were on hers, kissing her softly, sliding his tongue over hers and Chelsea brought her hands up to his shoulders and ran them up and down his strong and muscular arms.
Blue broke their kiss again and gently pushed her back down on the couch. Chelsea fell onto the soft pillows and gasped as Blue began to kiss his was down her stomach. He took his time, kissing and nibbling on her sensitive skin. He settled between her legs and gently pushed them open. He leaned over and kissed her left thigh and then her right, before kissing them again, a little farther down. Chelsea was squirming beneath him. She was desperate for his touch and the longer he waited the more she wanted it.
Then she felt his warm tongue as it slid between her folds making her shudder and grab the pillows near her head. Her back arched up as she pushed against him desperate for more contact.
Chelsea moaned loudly. He licked up and down her, taking his time as his tongue slid over her clit against and against and again. It was a slow, beautiful form of torture as he teased her closer and closer to her orgasm. She was so close, so very close. Just the slightest touch and she would be pushed over the edge.
“Yes. Blue. Yes. Don’t stop,” she begged as she buried her hands in his hair and her back arched off the couch and with one last, long stroke she came, her orgasm pouring over her as her body shook and convulsed and she screamed out Blue’s name and he continued to taste her until she was finally spent.
Chelsea reached for something to hold onto on the couch, but the fabric seemed to slip through her fingers. Her entire body was buzzing and she smiled as Blue kissed his way up her stomach. She felt pleasantly spent, but she knew he wasn’t done yet. He stood up and undid his belt, letting his jeans fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and scooped Chelsea up into his arms.
She clutched his shoulders as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and slid her onto the bed. Chelsea smiled up at him and put her hand around his neck, pulling him into the bed and onto his back. She kissed him as she threw her leg over him and straddled him. She could feel his erection against his boxers and she began to gently grind herself against it, moving back and forth making Blue moan underneath her.
He pulled her down and began to kiss her neck, his hands running up and down her back and holding her in place. Chelsea moved her body against his and she felt her own pleasure building back up again. She wanted more of him; it seemed she could never get enough.
Blue reached down between them and pulled off his boxers. Chelsea reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. She wrapped it over Blue’s hard member and then his hands were on her and with one hand he held Chelsea up and with the other he guided himself into her. Chelsea moaned out in pleasure as Blue began to thrust into her, her body stretching to accommodate him. She began to move with him pushing back against him and matching his speed.
Suddenly he flipped her over and she was on her back. He pulled her knees up, pushing into her. Chelsea moaned as he began to thrust inside of her moving faster and harder as she cried out his name. It felt so good and so right to have him inside of her.
Then his fingers found her spot and he began to rub circles inside of her and Chelsea clung to his shoulder as his fingers and his member worked in a rhythm that was designed to drive her mad. Her body was moving against him, her arms reaching out for him as he thrust into her.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Chelsea moaned as he went even faster. Electricity was firing through her veins as his fingers pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm. She could feel her pleasure as it built up inside of her, waiting to rush through her at any minute. “Blue! Yes!”
She cried out as he pushed deeper and harder into her and then it was too much; her orgasm exploded around her and pleasure pulsated through her body. She felt as Blue pushed hard into her and moaned out her name and she rode out their orgasm with him inside of her.
Finally, they stopped moving and Blue leaned down and kissed her before he fell down beside her and she snuggled against him as they both caught their breath. She rested her head against his chest and felt his heartbeat. His arm was wrapped around her and he tightened his grip on her. She sighed into him. This was what she wanted; this was exactly where she wanted to be.