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Rachael
By ShadowCleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com)

Rachael showed up on my doorstep drunk. Not drop-dead drunk, but enough to 
enhance her already fiery disposition. She pushed passed me and into my living 
room. I saw her car in lot and took notice of its condition, no scratches or 
dents. Thank God I thought to myself, She didn't kill anyone on the way over. I
quickly switched gears to check on my friend. She was already raiding my 
refrigerator.

"Fuck! You pick now to be out of beer?!"

"Remember, you drank it all last weekend?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah" her face softened, "Sorry, I didn't mean to take it out on 
you."

"That's OK. Grab a seat and I'll get us some wine. Then we can talk."

Rachael plopped down with considerable bluster and I went into the kitchen. I 
already knew what the problem was, but she still needed to vent. My guess was 
she'd just discovered her finance, Derrick, was what I had told her all along,
a whore-loving pig with an out-of-control libido.

I poured two glasses, half-full, and headed back out.

"You were right you know."

"About what?"

"Derrick. I got off early from work and went over to his place to surprise him.
But oh no, the surprise was for me. He'd had some blonde bitch on his bed with 
his cock up her ass, making her scream like some animal. I don't know how, but 
I just stared at him fucking that-that slut like some piece of meat! I just 
walked away, I don't know if they saw me, I went back to my place and emptied 
my fridge of anything alcoholic. Then I came to see you, and now." She sobbed,
"I don't know what to do!"

She collapsed onto me, sobbing deeply. It was then I really noticed she was in 
her after work clothes, cap, sweatshirt, cut-off jeans, and ratty old tennis 
shoes with no socks. She was a lifeguard at a local pool while she finished Med
school. We'd met some years ago while we were in high school, both being 
swimmers. We worked as lifeguards past high school graduation and on into 
college. After we graduated, I quit, but she stayed on. We'd been the closest 
of friends, but never as close as I'd hoped. Rachael had been dating Derrick 
for a year now and I'd warned her against it, knowing his background. Thank 
goodness she'd seen the light before it was too late.

I rubbed her shoulders, brushing her blonde hair aside. It was short and 
straight with a yellowish-gold hue.

"Oh yeah. That feels so good. Thanks Paul. You always know what to do." She 
sighed. "You can go ahead and say it if you want."

"What?"

"'I told you so.'"

"No I won't gloat, at least until tomorrow when you're nursing a killer 
hangover."

She laughed and slid off the couch, pulling off her sweatshirt. She still had 
on her swimsuit, but it was low cut and thin-strapped. Her skin was still 
white, untanned despite her years in the sun.I always liked the way her pale 
skin made her bright-blue eyes shine. Rachael positioned herself on the floor 
in front of me, her silent signal that she needed a massage. I continued 
kneading her neck and upper back, but had a hard time of maneuvering around her
straps. As if reading my mind, she pulled the straps down and over her arms, 
keeping the remainder of her top on. I wasn't totally shocked this time, but I 
had been the first time. After that I realized her massive breasts, firm and 
plump, would hold almost anything up.

I resumed rubbing as she sipped her wine. With a free hand I managed to hit the
stereo remote and tune it to some soft jazz, Rae's favorite. She groaned 
appreciatively.

"You're always so good to me."

"I care about you Rae. You have such a big heart, so much room for compassion, 
I just hate to see you get hurt."

"I'm so tired of being hurt."

My head had dropped down to her ear.

"I never want to see you hurt again," I whispered into her ear. "Never, ever 
again."

I kissed Rachael on neck, softly, my lips gently touching her skin. I could 
hear and feel her sigh as my lips worked their way up the back of her neck and 
around to the other side.

"I need you Rae. I need you more than air. I've wanted you since the day we 
met. Let me hold you, protect you, keep you from harm. Let me worship you, love
you, be with you."

I could hear Rachael sobbing so I slid off the couch to be with her on the 
floor.

"I don't know what to say to that. I mean, you've felt this way for years and 
you haven't said a word? Why?"

"I don't know. You always seemed so unattainable. You always came to me when 
you had problems, guy problems so I never thought...I don't know."

"It was cruel of me. I'm sorry I guess I...I...Oh God." She burst into a new 
flood of tears and dashed for the bedroom, slamming and locking the door.

I ducked my head. I knew the timing was bad. I shouldn't have said anything. I 
went over to the door. It was locked.

"Rae?"

I heard more sobbing.

"Rae? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have unloaded that on you."

"It's OK. I just...need some time alone. Can I stay in here for a bit?"

"Sure. Take all the time you need." I turned and walked away.

I tossed and turned on the couch, unable to find a comfortable position. 
Finally exhaustion set in and I slept a dreamless, quiet sleep.

I awoke to the sun hitting me in the eyes. I groaned to my feet and looked 
around. Rachael's bag was still here, so were her keys. The door to my bedroom 
was still shut but I could hear the shower running. I decided to make 
breakfast. Something light with coffee, since I'm sure she was hung over.

The shower cut off and a few minutes later I heard the door open. Rae had found
an old dark blue nightshirt she'd given to me to send to the Salvation army. 
Clad in only that and socks she stumbled for the kitchen.

"Coffee," she groaned.

I had a cup already poured and was handing it to her.

"Oh God," she croaked and took a long sip of the black brew, "What a night."

"Want something to eat?"

"Let's not push it."

"OK. Listen I'm really sorry for laying that out on you..."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. You've been so sweet to me, always there 
for me. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense." She put down her 
cup and came over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "It's really right,
you and me, I've been so blind, I just hope you still mean all those things 
you said last night."

I held her to me, "All of them and a thousand more."

She buried her head into my chest, "This feels so good. So right."

I ran my fingers through her hair, clutching her close, "It does indeed," I 
whispered.

Tilting her head up, I pressed my lips to her's, the I'd dreamt about for 
years was finally here. My body was hot and cold at the same time. A million 
sensations I dared not dream about shot through my body and soul. Our bodies 
entwined, pressing close, so close as to be one being. I scooped Rae up and 
carried her to the sofa where I could worship her body properly.

I knew what I wanted, but was it what she wanted? I kissed her again, trying to
drown out the debate in my head. I had the love of my life here, and we'd have 
eternity to be together. But my loins strained at my pants, urging with a 
force of their own. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so...so everything to me! 
I hesitated over her, unsure of myself, confused and aroused.

"What's wrong?" she whispered, stroking my cheek.

"Nothing, everything's so right, so perfect, I just don't want to spoil it."

"You won't. Once I realized that we were right for each other, all the pieces 
fit. We've been having foreplay for years now, I've just never realized it."

She stood and pulled her nightshirt over her head, exposing her nicely shaven 
cunt and firm, voluminous breasts. Rachael laid back on the sofa, pulling her 
legs apart, her feet still clad in socks.

"I think you need this right now."

"I couldn't, I mean I want to, it's just."

"Just love me, I think it'll help you relax. Then we'll talk."

I pulled my shirt and shorts off, a hard-on already raging and aching for 
release. I kissed my blonde lover again, and worked my way down to her large 
breasts. My cock was positioned at her entrance, and I could feel her dampness 
around me. I licked and sucked more, hungry for them. I eased myself into the 
young blonde, and a gentle sigh issued out from her red, wet lips. I pulled 
back and rocked back in, spreading her around me. Rachael, just moaned, her 
eyes closed and a smile spread across her face. I increased my rhythm, pumping 
myself in and out of her, the pleasure and sweet ecstasy of the moment 
sweeping me away.

It really felt right, like we were made for each other. Our bodies sculpted to 
each other, kissing, licking, touching, all so right. My loins swelled harder, 
fuller than ever before. My thrusts, deep, hard, and penetrating. I was 
determined to make her feel all that I had for her.

"I love you Rachael," I managed to whispered over her gasping and panting.

"Yes I know my love, I love you too. Oh yes, I love you. I was such a fool. 
Such an unbelievable...oh yes oh god yes...yes...oh yes yes YES YES Oh god 
please please...so close...so....fucking close. Ugh ugh ugh...Oh YES!!!"

Her hips rose up to mine, grinding into me wildly. Her breathing became short, 
her body convulsed as each wave broke over her body. Rachael's cunt gripped 
mine tightly, her spasms jerking me, closer and closer until I couldn't take 
it any more."

"Oh god Rae!!!"

My cock exploded seamen into her waiting belly. I convulsed within her, shot 
after shot I came within her. I continued pulsing, even after my balls were 
empty, my body wanting to give her everything it could.

Finally we both calmed down, catching our breath, we sat up and stared into 
each other's eyes.

"So you wanted to talk?" I managed.

"Talk? Honey, keep fucking me like that and I'll always know how you feel."

                                   -+The End+-

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