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The Shortest Night
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The Shortest Night
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"Sheesh, Hal," Lance said. "Why act the heavy, suddenly?" Sam was the girl of dreams, the woman he planned to play in quartets with for the rest of his life. She trusted him. So why was his big brother acting like he was her big brother these last three days? "Because she'd tell Lauren, for one reason." Hal had only met Lauren through Lance, and her parents weren't exactly thrilled about her dating a college guy four years older. "She's sure to think that your brother is as big a klutz as you. The first time is special to a girl. It's your first time, too, isn't it?" "Well...." "Look you can BS your friends at Interlochen that you have a harem back home, and you can tell your pals here that you went through the entire string section at Interlochen; but there is one person you shouldn't BS." "You? Why should I tell the truth to you?" Hal didn't tell him the truth. Leaving aside all the other stories, he'd claimed to have had Lauren on their third date. Now he claimed that he'd never got to second base with her. Lance had actually believed his brother's stories until his first summer at Interlochen. He'd retold enough of them there to figure out that Hal might have borrowed his stories of conquests, too. "Not me. Why should you tell me the truth? Samantha. You just tell her that you both are on a journey together. You've read a few books, is all. And that you're going to go at her pace. You did read those books?" "Sure. For all the good it's going to do." "And you have our little friends." "Four. Think that will be enough?" "One will be enough. You're carrying three spares." Lance wasn't sure. "And get them back to me; I don't want Mom finding them in your pockets. Have everything? Let's go!" "Just remember," Harold told him as they followed Sam's car, "you have all the time in the world. Treat Samantha like a Strad, not a fiddle. Take it easy, kiss and pet like you usually do, just don't stop when you usually do." "I swear, you're more nervous about this than I am." "Well. There's two things. I'm nervous about my night, too." "It's been years since Dad drove up to check on us," Lance pointed out. "I don't think that you have much to worry about." Lance and Hal camped out on the mountain every solstice and equinox. Sam's parents knew this, but not just where the mountain was. So they weren't going to check up on their daughter. The only hole in the story was that one set of parents thought that the brothers were camping out once again; the other two sets thought that Sam was camping with her friend, Lauren. But no story is perfect. "That's not it." Hal was still being the practical big brother. "I might not be going to 'sleep with' Lauren, but I'll be sleeping right next to her. This is an event in our relationship, and it is not dictated by the timing of our relationship, capish?" "I understand." Lance understood that Hal didn't appreciate the difference. Lauren was Hal's current girlfriend; the night would be one more step. Samantha was the light of Lance's life; this night they were sealing that relationship in blood. "And then there is my WSC syndrome." Lance had to laugh at this. At the darkest hour of World War II, when the Wermacht had conquered a score of countries and England was next on Hitler's list, Churchill had been called to form a government. He said that he had slept soundly for the first time in a month that night. At last, the power to change things was in his hands. Their father told that story, apparently out of the blue, several times a year. Often, it was just after their mother, and -- much more recently Hal -- had expressed satisfaction for having some control of things. "You want to direct my life as your own private porn movie. No way Jose." Soon they turned in to the last wide spot before the dirt road. Hal walked back to Sam's car. Sam joined Lance in the jeep. They kissed. "Nervous?" he asked. She nodded. "Trust me?" She nodded again. "I love you." He followed the Suburban as far as cars could go. Then he got out and helped Hal attach a rope to the rock face beside the trail. The two of them carried up the tent and the space blanket. Conscious that this process was being watched by Sam, he was glad that Hal treated him as an equal for this part. They set the tent up in the usual place, across the hollow from the path. They maneuvered the space blanket into the tent and lay it out over the floor. They both went down again; Hal's sleeping bag was still in the Jeep. He carried up some of what Lauren had brought along. You would think she was going to spend a week. Sam needed to bring a bag, after all; she was going to be seen checking into a motel. Lauren didn't need anything but a sleeping bag. Still, he placed her stuff in the tent for her. She chucked her sleeping bag after. Anxious as he had been to get this show on the road, he was somehow reluctant just then. Still, it was time to get going. "Gee, thanks, guys," he said. Then he went back to join Samantha in the Jeep. He drove back to the main road, and then down the road towards the motel. Sam wasn't saying a word. He noticed a motel with a vacancy sign as they passed it. He was tempted to drive in. Well, he'd remember the place in case the one they'd planned on was full. It wasn't; one worry taken care of. The man at the desk didn't blink at his signing Hal's name, didn't even ask to see the ID he'd borrowed; another worry gone. He got back in the Jeep and drove it to their parking spot. Sam's shocking-pink Suburban was apparently the only one on the Front Slope. He'd never seen another. Any of their friends seeing it at a motel would jump to the obvious conclusion. Hal's black Jeep Cherokee was just like a million others. Nobody would recognize it, and -- if someone did -- they would think of Hal and not Lance or Sam. They got their stuff out of the Jeep and into their cabin. All the minor worries had been escaped. Now only the major worry was left. He kissed her again. She took a little time to get in the mood of the kiss. When she was responding, he broke away to spread little kisses all over her face. When Sam pushed him away, she disappeared into the bathroom. Was she going to come out naked? She hadn't taken anything with her. Just take off her underclothes to make things easier? His images necessitated an adjustment of his clothing. Since she couldn't see, he did it right there. He heard the toilet flush and the faucets run. Sam came back dressed as she had been when she left. They kissed again until he grew uncomfortable with bending to reach her mouth. He led her over to the bed. She lay down on top of the spread and allowed him to remove her shoes. He lay down beside her and leaned on his left elbow. This time, the kiss was much more comfortable. When his tongue invaded her mouth, hers met it. He finally cupped her breast with his hand. It was so sweet and sexy, even through her shirt and bra. He'd been resisting forever his need to touch her like that, since she'd got into the Jeep really. She held his hand there; clearly he'd waited long enough. He broke the kiss again to kiss all over her face. He started unbuttoning her shirt when he arrived at her ear. She shivered at his sucking on her lobe, but she always did. Her hands were caressing his face, not resisting his. When he moved to her neck, however, she pushed him away. "I can't have a hickey," she said. "I'll be careful." She was right. Bringing a hickey back from a date with him was grounds for teasing, not even scolding this past year. Bringing one back from an overnight with Laurel would be something else again. And their excuses wouldn't stand much scrutiny. Her parents thought she was at the mountain; his parents thought that he was. As long as nobody talked about it much, they wouldn't compare notes. He returned to her mouth. When he'd got her shirt unbuttoned, she pulled it out of her jeans. "Mom was there when I got dressed," Sam said. Finally, he realized what she meant. She was wearing a utilitarian bra, not one of her sexiest ones. "I've been looking forward to being with you, not with your clothes." To tell the truth, he'd been looking forward to being with her without her clothes. Maybe it was better not to actually say that. "You're sweet." He went back to her mouth. When she relaxed into the kiss again, he rolled her over towards him and moved his hand back to her bra clasp. She let him fumble with it. When it came unsnapped, however, she sat up. She removed the shirt and the bra before lying back down. He kissed her mouth again. This time, when he left it, he kissed down her neck and shoulder to her chest. Soon, the trail led all the way to her nipple. It was hard under his lips. "Oh, Sam," he said, "Sa - man -tha." "Oh yes," she said. He moved over to the other nipple and she started unbuttoning his shirt. When she got to the last button, he stood up to remove it and his teeshirt. The boots would be a problem sometime, so he sat down on the edge of the bed to deal with the laces. Sam ran her hands up and down his back while he did. He didn't say anything until he got the boots off. Then, "Two can play that game." He turned her over, not that her resistance used all her strength. He then pinned her down while he kissed up and down her spine. She laughed, and said "Help, help" in a very soft voice. He had to laugh, too. He flopped down on the bed beside her and let her turn over. He cupped a breast in each hand. She rose up above him and kissed him on the mouth. It was even more fun that way. Soon, she held herself up above him by her arms. He scooted down in the bed to taste her nipples, alternating between them. He cupped her butt through the jeans. Soon, that was too much cloth. "I want to take these off you," he said. She flopped down on the bed on her back. He leaned over to kiss her belly while unsnapping and unzipping her jeans. Then he got up to pull them off. He hung them on the back of a chair. Back on the bed, he leaned over her legs to kiss them. Then he stroked them while kissing her breasts. Soon, he was cupping her mound through the panties. She pulled his hand more tightly against her. He raised his head. "Oh, sweet," he said. He kissed down her torso to her belly. He started to tug at her panties. Suddenly she sat up. "Just a minute," she said. She had brought her bed bag in from the Jeep. She took it into the bathroom with her. He settled back, a little disappointed. The view of her walking around and bending over in just her panties was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Seeing anything just wasn't as sexy as feeling her and kissing her. When Sam came out, however, she was wearing a nightie. It was white with little flowers, not designed to look sexy. On her, just then, it looked sexy as hell. "Oh," he said. It was inadequate, but he didn't know what more to say. She didn't look disappointed at his response. He got up to meet her before she got to the bed. They had a kiss. He petted her breasts, then her butt, through the cloth. When he reached under the hem of the nightie, he touched nothing but skin. He deepened the kiss as he grasped her butt with both hands. "You like?" she asked. "I like! This is delightful. You are delightful." Clearly, her mother hadn't watched her prepare the sleeping bag. She tugged at his belt. He removed his trousers while she pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. He hung his pants on the same chair that his shirt was on. He moved that chair a little closer to the bed so that the shirt pocket would be within reach from there. Dressed only in his jockey shorts, he climbed into bed beside her. This was new. They'd petted before. He had seen her naked, lain with her on top of various surfaces. He'd never seen her in a nightie, never been under the covers with her. "I love you, Samantha," he said. Somehow, these words were needed to mark this occasion. "And I love you, Lance." They kissed. For a minute, he kept his hands to himself; only their lips touched. Then he hugged her. His tongue slipped between her lips and met hers. One hand caressed her back; the other held her breast through the light cloth. His thigh was between her legs, feeling them and the hair at their juncture. He gently pushed her on her back. Still kissing her, he petted down to her legs. When his hand moved upwards between her thighs, she parted her legs and raised her knees. He felt the fur. Then he moved one finger between her labia. When he felt her wetness, he broke the kiss. "Oh, Sam," he said. He resumed the kiss, invading her mouth again when his finger passed over her clit. She gasped into his mouth. He lay down on his left side. His arm reached out beneath him far enough to reach the top of her breast. Sam turned her face far enough so that they could still kiss. His right hand explored her femininity. Slowly, he stroked more of the moisture up to her clit. He barely touched before he returned for more moisture. Meanwhile he rubbed her nipple through the cloth with the thumb of his left hand. Delightful as the position was, he couldn't see how he could do anything more. About when he was ready to change what he was doing, however, Sam began to pant into his mouth. Somehow, that response was more erotic than all the access he was enjoying. He kept stroking her clit and all the surrounding region. Her breathing grew faster and more ragged. He abandoned her mouth to tease her nipple with his lips. The cloth of the nighties was thin and it let him feel the firmness of the nipple. "Oh," she said softly. "Oh, Lance." "I'm here." Where else could he be? But it didn't sound like she was interested in some long disquisition. Suddenly, she was there, too. Her legs fell straight on the bed.She pushed her mound up against his hand five or six times. The leg rising under his hand felt hard as rock. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. She collapsed; her only movement was to push his hand away. He brought his head back without any suggestion. He took her hand in his, and kissed her arm. Meanwhile, her breathing slowly calmed. Finally, it was calm enough for a real kiss. Their tongues tangled. A minute later, she was pushing down on the waist band of his underpants. "I'll do it," he said. He rolled away and eased the underpants over his rampant erection. He pulled the condom packet out of his shirt pocket. He touched the shoulder of her nightie. "Yours," he said. She pulled the hem of the nightie up from under her hips and then sat up. He eased the nightie over her head. The sight of her breasts was delightful. She dropped down in the bed, totally naked. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth and each breast. "Now," she said. She raised her knees and spread her legs. "Just a minute." He concentrated on the condom. It was slippery. She watched him while he rolled it on. He tossed the covers down and got between her legs. He kissed her once more. He reached down to touch her, to spread her labia. He moved forward, touched what was obviously the wrong spot, moved a little back. He moved forward again, finally getting to her entry. She held her breath. "I love you, Samantha." He pushed forward. After an instant of something being wrong, he started to go in. Even through the condom, it was an exquisite sensation. The clasp around the head of is cock was like nothing his hand had ever provided. I was smooth and warm. It was even, not separate fingers. He moved a little further. "Okay?" She nodded. As he inched in, more and more of his cock was held in that warm clasp. Finally, he was all the way in. Her legs tightened on his hips. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "Shall I move?" "Please." She had been lying with her hands down at her sides. Now she raised them to hold his back. She let out a breath and drew in another one. He moved back. The sensations were everything they'd been before. He moved forwards again, pushing all the way inside her. Then he began the in-and-out motion. It felt strange; then it felt natural; suddenly, it felt inevitable. He pressed into her, withdrew, reentered, faster and faster. His orgasm built. Then, he drove into her, harder and deeper than ever before. He pulsed and pulsed. He collapsed on top of her. Her breath was next to his ear, her breasts were pressed against his face. Somehow, he was outside her again. He struggled up on his hands on either side of her torso and his knees between her legs. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine," she said. He climbed out from between her legs, somehow a more complicated process than getting there had been. He'd done it! They'd done it. "I do love you, Samantha." She laughed. "I love you, Lance." She said it easily. There was no hesitation; neither was there any shortness of breath. She obviously hadn't come. Had she been hurt? He looked at the condom, which was almost coming off his shriveled cock. It was brimming with his liquid, but there didn't seem to be any blood on the outside. He threw the condom in a wastebasket near the bed. He lay on his side, and hugged her. He woke sometime later. She was wearing her nightie again, and watching the TV from beside him in bed. He struggled into the bathroom. When he came back, he lay beside her with one hand in hers. He tried to get interested in the TV show -- news, not a show he followed -- but he fell asleep too soon. When he woke in the morning, Samantha was on the other side of the bed! He wanted to kiss her, but his bladder was more insistent. When he was in the bathroom, he felt grungy. His cock was sticky, for one thing. He showered, regretting that he hadn't thought to pack a toothbrush and paste. When he turned off the bathroom light, there was a dim glow from the shade over the window. The sun was rising, had already risen over the mountain. His return to bed woke Sam. She gave him a short kiss, but soon struggled out of bed to the bathroom herself. When she returned, it was clear that she hadn't forgotten her own toothpaste. Still, she was willing to kiss him. Kisses led to hugs, and hugs when she was wearing the nightie were even more sensual than when she was in her normal clothes. When his hand went to her mound, she spread her legs. "Are you sore?" he asked as he rubbed her labia. "No. Do you want to ...? Did you bring another ...?" "Really? We could?" "You look ready." His cock quivered when she touched it. He took the other three condoms from his shirt pocket. He tore one packet off and self-consciously tucked the remaining two back. She watched again as he put it on. They had a sweet kiss, his tongue chased hers. When he broke the kiss, she swept the sheets off the bed to the floor. She lay down and spread her legs. Again, he climbed between her knees. He kissed each nipple once and moved to cover her. "Let me," she said and grasped his cock. He worried for a moment about the grease, but the sensation was too delightful to allow for distractions. She placed him at her entrance. He moved in. She placed her hands on his butt. "You're sure it doesn't hurt?" he asked. "Just do it." So he moved back and forth above her and in her. Her hands were warm on his butt. Her vagina was warmer around his cock. Again the motions generated sensations which demanded more motions. Again he thrust deep into her and exploded. He struggled against the aftermath of fog. Gasping for breath, he moved his weight off her. He threw one arm around her before collapsing. They lay like that for minutes. "I love you," he said. "I need a shower," she replied. She got up and went into the bathroom. He dressed in the same clothes he'd worn the day before. Sam came out wrapped in a towel. She gathered her clothes and returned to the bathroom. Minutes later, she was stuffing her lovely nightie into her sleeping bag. There were food smells coming from the diner as they loaded the Jeep. "My mother will have a big breakfast ready," he said. "I know. We can't afford to eat now. Still, it smells good." That it did. They checked the room to see that they had all of their belongings. Then they pilled into the Jeep and drove back to the park. They had to wait a few minutes at the bar across the road. "I love you," he said. "I'm going to miss you this fall." "I love you, too. Are you glad we did?" "Oh yes!" 'Glad' hardly expressed it. "And you?" He was immediately sorry he'd asked. "Yes." She sounded sincere, if not overjoyed. He was deeply conscious that she hadn't seemed to come either time. Practicalities overwhelmed them when they got to the mountain. Soon, he and Hal had the tent packed back in the Jeep. The last step was unstringing the rope. He wanted to kiss Sam goodbye, but there didn't seem to be an opportunity. When Sam's car had turned off, Hal reached his hand over in front of him. "The spare condoms," he said. Lance took them out of his pocket and handed them over. "Two?" "Yes, two." Let Hal make what he wanted out of that. "You broke one. I just hope that Lauren doesn't think I'm as big a klutz as my brother. Maybe Sam won't tell her." |
The End The Shortest Night Uther Pendragon [email protected] 2002/06/21 For another story involving some of the same characters: "The Longest Light" For another story involving a woman's first time: "Forever" This story is indexed at: Young Love The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |