Chapter 51: Trouble Arrives...

The last coherent thing Jocelyn had said was that she wasn't much of a screamer. She said it in part to make sure he wouldn't take a lack of auditory signals as a negative sign, but it was also something of a veiled invitation.

After that, sensuous foreplay and intercourse gave way to something more urgent for both of them. Alex rose above her from behind, gripped her hips and began to thrust much more forcefully. Jocelyn's grunts and gasps only encouraged him. Within a minute, his groin was brutally slapping up against her magnificent ass in a single-minded drive toward release for both of them.

Jocelyn's head was bowed against a pillow as she gave in to the ride. She'd never been taken like this before, and if she could think clearly she'd have conceded that she'd never really been "taken" at all. The way that big, beautiful cock and its owner used her body felt so good that she couldn't really think about anything else. He was being selfish with her, and she knew it. But if him being selfish was this rewarding for her, Jocelyn hardly cared if he ever felt like being generous again tonight at all.

True to her word, she didn't scream, but her breath was more vocal than it had ever been before. Alex fucked her to a self-indulgent orgasm. Jocelyn felt him explode within her and the rush of it set her off. The sensation of Alex cumming inside her while she spasmed in response left her rasping. Her mind was taken by the image of his fluids rushing through her, granting pleasure from head to toe. She slumped against the bed, her arms giving out under her as her whole body rode the wave.

Alex withdrew, then gently helped guide her hips to turn her onto her side to relax. Jocelyn was just about to breathe out her thanks when she felt him lift her left leg and push his still entirely stiff, thick cock into her again.

"Oh my God," Jocelyn panted in disbelief, "you just got off! You want more already?" Even as she protested, though, her hand was already reaching weakly to his hip and tugging as if to pull him into her.

"Is that okay?" Alex asked. "Are you sore? Do you want to rest?"

"No," Jocelyn said after a moment, gulping for air. "I mean, I'm sensitive, but you feel so good I don't want you to stop. I just can't believe you can keep going."

"I've got a very arousing partner," Alex grinned, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "And who knows if I'll ever get to be with you again?"

"Oh, baby, you just gotta take my number and call me up whenever you feel like it," Jocelyn assured him breathlessly.

"Don't wait by the phone for me," Alex said. "I don't want to string you along."

"I know. I won't wait. You got a girlfriend. I don't expect romantic dinner dates. I mean that might be cool if that's okay, too, but..."

"We friends?" Alex asked.

"Hell yeah," Jocelyn nodded. "Long as you'll sleep with friends."

"I'll sleep with some of 'em."

"Good. Ain't like I could say no to more of this."

He was already slowly pushing in and out of her again. Alex looked down and could see her mouth twitch with delight at every thrust. "So you're okay with more right now?"

"I don't know if I can do anything in return, but yeah, I want more," she confessed. "I just don't want you to possibly think that I'm one of those stuck up girls who just lie there thinkin' they're all that, but I'm already worn out."

"That's alright," Alex said. He looked down at the dark-skinned beauty spread out beneath him and smiled affectionately. "You are all that and more."

She beamed with appreciation. Then she learned what it felt like when he was being generous.

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"...seduced her like she's just some common trollop, and now he's in bed with her doing--!"

"I know," Rachel said, a hungrily appreciative look on her face. She sat with Hannah on her rooftop, doing absolutely nothing to conceal her interest. "I can see him and your girl right now. It's so fucking hot."

"You don't see anything wrong with what's going on?!" Jocelyn's guardian angel pressed. He stood on the rooftop's ledge, glaring down at Rachel in exasperation.

"Of course I do," Rachel nodded, still not looking away from the house. "This is nine kinds of fucked up. For one thing, I don't have a drink or even popcorn." And I'm not in that bed with him instead of her, she added silently, but that was best kept to herself.

"Rachel," Hannah said in a disapproving voice, "you're not being very nice to Sidney. He's a fine guardian angel with an excellent track record."

"Well Sidney should quit being such a 'Mary' about all this!" Rachel snorted. She looked up at the other guardian. "Seriously, loosen up pussy! I've been watching him the whole time. She led him up to that bedroom. And he's not the first guy she's been with, is he?" Sidney folded his arms and looked away. Rachel pressed. "Is he? How many guys, Sidney?"

The guardian angel standing next to her frowned disapprovingly. "Three," he huffed. "Though the only one that she wasn't in love with before now was that Gabriel boy."

"Hah!" Rachel snapped, then blinked. "Wait, is that the same one who was dating that Taylor girl?"

"He was pining away for Jocelyn before Taylor," Sidney frowned. He waved his hand dismissively. "It was brief. I think they were both dazzled by one another's popularity. Jocelyn indulged him a bit too far, but broke it off. I knew then she could do better, and I know it now."

"Fat chance of that," Rachel responded dryly. "I wonder if that girl's at the party tonight, though?" she mused aloud.

Then she saw another guardian angel fly straight out through the exterior wall of the house on the second floor. This one was a tall woman with dark hair, broad shoulders, and icy, accusatory blue eyes directed straight at Rachel. "You!" she barked as she flew across the street. "I need to talk to you about your Alex and that raging, indiscriminate whore of his!"

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"We should not take this too far," Lorelei murmured.

"No?" Taylor whimpered back. She blinked, then, coming down a bit from their long, hot make-out session. "No," she affirmed in a soft voice. "I can't... oh my God. I've never done this."

The seductive smile she saw in response left her willpower in tatters all over again. "You're a natural, Taylor," Lorelei said in a quiet, encouraging voice. She continued to caress Taylor's head, her neck and her shoulders, and still trailed soft kisses across her face and teased her lips with more.

"This is so bad," Taylor thought aloud.

"No," Lorelei shook her head. "It's fine. This is all fine. What you have to decide is whether or not you want more. More of me... and more of Alex. You can have both, Taylor. Yours for the taking."

Taylor inhaled with a tremor. She had no idea what she could possibly say to that. With each passing heartbeat, she also wondered more and more if she could possibly turn it down.

"It's all up to you," Lorelei said. "I will not pressure you. Nor would Alex. He cares for you so deeply, but he wants you to be happy more than he desires you. I will always honor that." Her hands had not come off of Taylor, though, nor had their closeness become any less charged.

"I have to think about this," Taylor admitted finally.

"Of course," came Lorelei's understanding response. "I have a proposition for you, though. Something to perhaps put your thoughts in context." Finally, she backed up a step, took a deep breath, and let the tension fall away a bit. "And then I must ask of you a slightly awkward and sensitive favor, and your silence with it."

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"I should really quit smokin' these," Trish muttered.

Wade pulled the lighter away from her cigarette as she took a long drag. He was happy to have such pretty company out on the front porch. "Ah wouldn't have pegged you for a smoker."

"I'm not so much," shrugged the petite, bespectacled brunette. She wore jeans and a Firefly t-shirt under a simple jacket. "Just socially. I quit once already, but I get out to parties where people smoke and I get the urge. Usually I'm better about fighting it."

"Not tonight, though, huh?"

"Nah." Trish glanced up at him, then out to the street where more people were coming up, and then back again. "I saw you come out here and I figured, 'Why not?'"

"Aw! Y'all came out here just to smoke with me?" Wade smiled. He said it mainly as a joke.

"Yeah." She took a breath of cleaner air. "I like your accent," she managed to get out. There was enough light from the porch that he could see she was blushing.

"Ah'm happy t' have your company, but y'know y'all don't have t' smoke."

"I know," she nodded, and then quietly blurted out, "I just wanted to have something to do with my mouth and my hands. Since I don't have your cock, the cigarette will have to do." Wade blinked in surprise. Trish took a long, self-conscious drag of her cigarette and then coughed. "So how'd you get here?" she asked.

"Uh. Friend of a friend invited me. What about you?"

"I'm in Sherri's self-defense class at the UW."

"Oh, you're a Husky? What's your major?"

"I'm doubling in English Lit and Computer Science. What about you?"

Wade blinked again. "That's a combo. Huh...well, I kinda just got out of the Army an' now I'm at North Seattle doin' the EMT program."

"Wow, you were in the Army? That's fascinating! Why'd you get out?"

"Ah, um, got hit in Afghanistan."

Trish's lips pursed, making Wade wonder if she had already known that. Now that he thought about it, he could've sworn she was in the living room earlier. His suspicions rose further when she leaned in and asked, mischievously, "Can I see your scar?"

Wade was still trying to work out a witty rejoinder when he realized that the new arrivals were simply standing there watching him at the foot of the front porch. He also realized that they were all very tall.

Gabriel wasted no time. "Where's Alex?"

"Oh, hi, Gabriel," Wade said coolly before taking another drag on his cigarette. He counted four towering basketball players behind the equally towering speaker. "How y'all doin'?"

"I'm here to find Alex and I'm here to talk to Taylor. His stupid Facebook said he was coming and I saw her car down the hill, so I know they're both here."

Wade didn't move out from in front of the door. "Wow. That's some hard-core deductive reasonin' there. U-dub's really raisin' them academic standards on y'all student athletes, huh?"

Gabriel's eyes flared. Behind him, his teammates began to shuffle and murmur like the good goon squad they clearly were. "You gonna move out of the way?"

Wade tossed down his cigarette, then pulled out a new one and lit it up. "Nope," he smiled. "Least not 'til I finish mah cigarette. Hey, Trish? Could y'all do me a huge favor an' let Alex know that Gabriel's here lookin' for him? An' Taylor, too."

"Uh. I don't know either of them."

"Aw," Wade nodded, obviously knowing that already. "Taylor's a really beautiful brunette girl. She's a sweetie. Kinda girl ya just wanna take care of, unless you're a jackass. Alex Carlisle, though? Don't know him? Well, tell ya whut, jus' go to th' kitchen an' let the guy tendin' bar know what's up. His name's Drew. He knows 'em both."

Quickly understanding the situation, Trish slipped inside.

"Yo, why we waitin' outside here?" complained one of Gabriel's companions. According to his game jersey, he was Number 14.

"No shit," said another, a tall and lanky blond guy in a Huskies jacket. "Let's just move him."

"Y'all're welcome t' move me," Wade offered helpfully, "but th' first one tries gets t' find out why Gabe here hasn't already made a move. He might know a thing or two 'bout me that y'all don't."