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 Author: SerenaJ
Title: Rachael and JD
Part: Chapter 7
Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery
Summary: Rachael has an indescression
Keywords: MF, Fsolo, reluc, piv, oral, interr (HF/WM)

   Chapter 7: Mistaken Intention

   The weekend trips to Reedville were getting easier - not that the family
was accepting her yet but at least the hostility was less open.  She was
still "Miss Sullivan" to almost everyone but at least everyone actually
spoke to her now.  It was not much but it was a start.

   She carried the last load of boxes in from the car and struggled into
JD's office with them.  He decided to move as much as they could every trip
to help everyone get used to the idea that this was his home again. 
Rachael was not certain she agreed but JD insisted and they had brought
several stacks of boxes, storage bags and other non-essentials over that
last few trips.  She sat heavily on top of a box and sighed wearily.

   The house was quiet.  Momma was at her bridge game and JD was in
Richmond.  If anyone else was around, they were most likely at the
commercial dock.  It gave Rachael a rare quiet moment to relax.  She opened
the box in front of her.  Like most of them, it contained law references.
She scowled and reached for another box.  After a few, she found a box of
fiction, picked one at random and headed across the property to the gazebo.
It had become something of a refuge for her - no one used it anymore, so it
was overgrown and private.  The afternoon was cool but bright.  Rachael
figured she had a couple hours to sit comfortably and read before the
family descended on the house for dinner.

   She stretched out on the little wicker loveseat, tickled once again by
the classic southern charm of the little room.  The paperback was one she
had read a few years back - a semi-fictional tell all about a congressional
intern and the sexual/political scandals she encountered.  Not great
literature, Rachael thought around chapter three, but far racier than she
remembered.  She found her pulse elevating a touch, as the sexual liaison
in the senator's office brought back vivid memories of her own trysts with
JD in his Washington office.  She shivered and wished she had stayed in her
own room.

   Then she glanced around.  She might as well be in her own room - the
gazebo was secluded and the rest of the family was out.  No one even knew
she came here except JD.  Rachael bit her lip then lay back down.  She had
never masturbated in such an open - nearly public - place.  If she got
caught, she would never hear the end of it.  It reminded her of playing
with herself as a teen in the shower; always afraid that someone would walk
in a catch her.

   She reached a hand under her shirt and began teasing her nipples
lightly. In short order, they were taut and the book was forgotten on the
arm of the sofa above her head.  She squeezed and stroked her breast,
sighing.  It seemed wasteful - an exhibition with no voyeur.  She bit her
lip again as she realized that she was close to cumming.  She wished JD was
there.

   The thought of his tongue made her shiver, groan, and slid her hand into
her jeans.  "Oh, yeah, baby," she whispered.  She was soaking wet and
gasped as she imagined JD's tongue roughly stroking her clit instead of her
fingers.  In only a moment, she was cumming; groaning and gasping
helplessly.  "Eat me, honey, oh, god, yes!"

   Soft lips touched hers and she smiled as her book was suddenly used as a
makeshift blindfold over her eyes.  She giggled and groaned as he first
sucked her fingers clean then used her hand to replace his holding the book
in place.  Rachael lifted her hips as he slid her pants and underwear off
and pulled her so that her ass rested on the arm of the sofa.

   His kisses on her labia were softer than usual but when he opened the
lips, he lapped her with an urgency that had her thrashing and screaming
with release in short order.  She rode the orgasm for several long minutes
before she could catch her breath enough to pant, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh
god!" His tongue left to be quickly replaced with two fingers and the sound
of a belt buckle opening.  He slipped just the tip of his cock in for two
of three short strokes before slamming his full length in and banging her
cervix.  Rachael gasped in sudden pain and rapture.  She could not remember
the last time JD had filled her like this.  She love him but really wished
he would do this more often - not make love, just a raw, animal fuck. 
"Deep and hard," she groaned, "Oh god, baby, fuck me like that."

   He laughed evilly, "Oh, fuck," It was not JD's voice, "but ain't you
hot-n-tight."

   In an instant, Rachael's mind went from ecstasy to horror.  She dropped
the book and stared at the dark hair and young face leering back at her.

   Then Wilton came deep inside her.  It triggered her own orgasm.  She
could not deny it - it felt good.  It felt right - what she had been
missing this last year.  It was the only feeling JD could not give her. 
She moaned as much from guilt as from the unrelenting pleasure flowing
through her.

   "You bastard!" she hissed when she had breath again.

   He pulled out of her slowly, which sent another ripple of guilty
pleasure through her, "Why I declare.  Miss Sullivan.  I had no idea that
was you hollorin' and carryin' on." He grinned as he buttoned his fly. 
"You ought ta be mo' discrete, you know, being as how you engaged to my
Daddy an' all."

   "You son of a bitch!" she curled into a ball, pulling her shirt down as
far as she could over her legs, "How could you?  Get the fuck away from
me!"

   "Oh don't mind me, I'm just passing by.  Got me a cruise to work
tonight. I'll say this much, Daddy got fine taste in tail." He tried to
kiss her but she smacked him hard.  He laughed and patted her hip instead,
"Now, now, ya lil' ho, don't be actin' all high and mighty with me - you
just fucked yo' stepson, Momma."

   "JD and Marcus will break you in half when they find out about this."
She hissed.  She was shaking but it more rage than anything else.

   "Oh, sure.  You just go on an' tell e'v'body how I found you playin'
with yo' pussy and beggin' to be eaten and fucked.  You go on an' tell `em
how hard you done cum when I done drilled you like an oil well.  I'm sure
Daddy'll wanna hear all about how good it felt to ya." He laughed again and
opened the door.  "Oh, an' tell my Grandmamma, I'll be up fo' Sunday
dinner. See you round." He left.

   Rachael showered, trying to wash away the sex and rage and guilt.  She
found herself shaking and sat on the floor of the tub under the spray.

   Wilton.

   She had not even looked, did not ask, just assumed that her unseen lover
was JD and let him take her.  More, she had loved the mystery as much as
the act.  She did not know what upset her more: that her future stepson
committed a nonconsensual act against her or that she enjoyed it so much
that...

   So much that if it were not for JD, she would still be in the gazebo
with him, testing his stamina.  Does it count as rape if you'd do it again?

   Not just cheating.  Cheating with his son.

   She shook harder.

   She loved JD.  He was the man that truly loved her and respected her. 
He made her feel right.  Good.  Worthy.  No one else had done that.  Her
family had always believed in self-reliance and tough love.  Get what you
want, don't depend on anyone, and life is hard so suck it up.  They were
never cruel and really had always helped her whenever she needed it.  But
JD was kind.  JD was supportive.  He had noticed her in the secretarial
pool and praised her work - suggested that she apply for the full-time
position when she was just a summer intern.  Then later, he had been honest
- not always nice but you knew when you had done something right for him.
He had high standards and she had worked hard to meet them, to get his
notice first as his secretary, then later she realized she wanted to be
more.  He had always believed in her even before he loved her.  It was so
cliché but with him, Rachael honestly knew she could do anything.

   But he placed a high value on fidelity.  She could hear his voice `I
cannot abide...' He would end it - call off the engagement, ask her to move
out.  His family was right, she was a slut and she did not deserve him. 
She was hyperventilating.  She took a deep breath and held it.  Then she
turned off the water and sat shivering.  She realized that she was
panicking.  She wished there was a standard procedure for times like this.
In the event of an infidelity remain calm and contact your local
authorities.  Get help.

   Helen.  Helen would know what to do next.

   Rachael nearly fell getting out of the tub and wrapped a towel around
herself as she ran down the hall to her room.

   She got Helen's voice mail both at work and at home.  She curled into a
ball on the floor and wept.

   She woke sometime later still on the floor to JD's stricken voice,
"Willow?" he brushed her cheek softly, "Good God, Willow?"

   He was so kind to her.  She burst into tears again, pulling away from
him.  First, he pleaded to know what was wrong then he just held her and
rocked her gently.

   "I don't want to lose you." She coked out between sobs, "I'm sorry.  I
didn't mean to."

   He kissed her, "You not gonna lose me, honey."

   "But, but..."

   "Shh, it's alright, you all upset, now."

   "But..."

   "Shh," he held her tighter, "Later.  You just simmer down now, an' tell
me everything when you ready.  Nobody ain't goin' nowhere, now."

   They sat together while she tried to calm down.  It would hurt him so
much; his fiancée and his son.  She could not tell him.  Not the truth. 
Not that Wilton took her and she loved it and not that it was
nonconsensual. She did not know what she would tell him but not the truth.
Her first secret from him.  She swallowed hard and wiped her face with the
corner of the towel.

   "You better, now?" he asked, kissing her temple.

   She nodded, still not trusting her voice.  Still not able to look at
him.

   "Look at me Willow." When she reluctantly turned her head, he held her
chin, "Did something happen I should know about?"

   She looked in his eyes - he would not let her look anywhere else, "No."
she whispered hoarsely.

   He brushed her cheek softly, "Then what's all this carryin' on fo'? 
Ain't nothin' so bad as all that."

   "I was just worried," she started looking away again.

   "I love you Rachael Sullivan an' I ain't goin' nowhere til heaven done
call me home.  Ya hear me?"

   She buried her face in his chest and wept again, softly this time and he
rocked her gently again.  Finally, the tears stopped and she stayed curled
in his arms listening to his heartbeat.  She shifted slightly and became
aware of a lump under her thigh.  JD cleared his throat.  She looked up at
him and even in this frail emotional state could not repress a smile.  JD
had a raging hard-on.

   He smiled sheepishly back, "You, uh, have no idea how, ahem, attractive
you look all balled up and pretty and uh...."

   "Vulnerable." She supplied.

   "Well, yes, come to mention it." He looked a little disturbed, "Don't
rightly like that.  It's somehow..."

   "Bad.  Wrong.  Dark." She looked him in the eye easily this time,
"Guilty."

   "Sins of the flesh." He pulled her towel open, "Lord almighty, forgive
this poor sinner." He kissed her hard.  Passionately.  Then in a move that
surprised her, pushed her off his lap with a thump.  He bent over and had
his lips on her clit before she could protest.  She howled as an electrical
current of pleasure surged over her nerves.  She was over one intense
orgasm and hovering on the edge of the next when she finally had enough
presence of mind to pull him into a 69 position.  She opened his pants just
far enough to suck his throbbing cock into her mouth.  When she came again,
she had to stop herself from biting down on him.  Then she sucked and
licked until he stopped her.

   He spun around and roughly pushed her flat on the floor.  He held her
wrists down and kissed her hard, wiping her cum across her face and licking
it off again.  "You must be the picture of everyman's desire." He
whispered. Without warning, he rammed into her - much rougher than usual
but today, it felt right.  "Ain't a man alive don't want ta fuck you, is
thay?" She gasped.  JD never said `the f word', not in bed, not ever.  For
a moment, she almost panicked, fearing that it was not him again somehow.
But she could see his face and the intense look he gave her now.

   "Only you, JD." She tried to put her arms around him but he kept her
wrists pined.  Her heart rate went up another notch.

   He looked at her oddly and slammed his cock into her hard enough to
hurt. He panted in her ear, "Now, come on.  You sayin' a man with a great
big thick ole dick come in that door right now, you wouldn't want him?"

   "No, no!" Stretched like this, JD had her at a new angle and each stroke
rubbed both her clit and her g-spot.  Rachael had never had a more intense
sensation, "Oh god, only you, JD.  Just you."

   "You like this?"

   "Oh god!  Yes!"

   "Yeah?"

   "Yes!" then her orgasm over took her but before she could really cry
out, JD's lips smashed down painfully on hers and he came hard inside her.
They lay together, panting and he finally let go of her wrists.

   "Oh my god, JD," she huffed, "That was incredible."

   He rolled beside her, still panting, "Lord forgive me." Then he seem to
catch his breath and sat up slowly.  He stroked her cheek, "You a right
mess.  Ya'll go on an' shower fo' dinner."

   She picked up the towel again - acutely aware of this being the second
time today she'd showered to clean off sex.  She reached out to him, "Come
with?"

   "You go on, I'll join you presently."

   He did not join her in the bathroom and was gone when she returned to
dress.  She found him in the living room having a pre-dinner drink with
Marcus.

   "Evening, Miss Sullivan."

   "Good evening, Mr.  McElroy." Ever since the announcement, Marcus had
been reserved but polite.  She missed his boisterous charm immensely and
knew that she was coming between JD and his brother.

   "I trust you are feeling better?"

   "Better?" She glanced at JD but the question seemed to catch him
curiously as well.

   "Yeah, I saw Wilton at the dock on my way out.  He said he saw you on
his way in past the house and thought you looked a might poorly." He
chuckled, "Said you looked rode hard and put away wet." He sipped his
drink, "Of course, you look like you've gotten some rest since then."

   Rachael realized she was shaking and moved unsteadily to sit on the
couch.  Silently, JD handed her a drink and she drank without looking at
it. Ordinarily, she disliked bourbon but the strong bitter taste helped
steady her nerves.  She took a deep breath, and then realized that both men
were waiting for her to respond, "Yes, uh, I moved books today.  Law
manuals, mostly.  He caught me..." the truth wanted to spill forth but
seemed to catch in her throat, "he caught me right after I finished." She
took a gulp of the bourbon and frowned as it burned down her throat, "Right
as rain now."