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Rory was going insane. There was no denying it, Tristan was
punishing her. He was being as detached
as he possibly could without being so obvious that he would have to explain
himself. While watching a movie at her
house, he insisted that Lorelai join them.
The look of shock on both of their faces was well worth the awkwardness
of the evening.
On days that she helped her mother
at the inn, Tristan would call the front desk and ask for extra towels, or
shampoo knowing that Rory would insist on taking them up and usually find him
half naked working out in his room or just getting out of the shower. A hungry kiss here, a quick feel there would
drive Rory crazy with want the entire day�
Only to find him gone by the time
she got off work.
Rory, tired of Tristan�s little
game took matters into her own hands and used the hell-hot summer as an excuse
to wear less and less around Mr. Frigid DuGray�
Hell-bent on breaking him, her bras were the first to go and when not
enough skin showed through her t-shirts and tank tops she wore her Chilton
shirts loose, and partly unbuttoned. The
skin that flashed in between the buttons definitely had a desired effect on
Tristan� He was obviously a fan of the
schoolgirl look, something Rory was careful to make a note of� for
later. When she pulled her hair up she
could almost hear him strain to keep his composure, especially when she turned
her face to look away from him feigning innocence at the amount of skin she was
exposing just for him...
Caught in the sidelines, Lorelai
could only look on. She had already made
up her mind that Tristan was pushing her daughter to the edge of corruption. Never in her many years as a smart,
sophisticated modern woman would she have entertained the idea of her virginal
baby initiating tactful attacks of seduction on the young demigod with the
silver sports car.
Yet there it was. From the kitchen table she could see them
walking towards the house, Taylor
ice cream cones in hand. The look in
Tristan�s face was unmistakable, but who could blame him� the way Rory twirled
her hair with one hand as she looked up at him with her baby blues� licking the
phallic cone as if she were giving him a preview of things to come� She was a mini-Lorelai in heat.
�Damn it!� Lorelai tore herself
away from the window with an incredible amount of self-loathing. Now she
wanted ice cream!
Wait!
That wasn�t it.
Rory.
Her baby, whom she trusted above
all others. If her daughter wanted to
let this, this punk into her bed that was Rory�s business, not hers. She was old enough to make her own decisions�
Right? She would not get involved, if
Rory needed her, she would go to her.
Rory obviously didn�t need her, so she grabbed her purse and walked
outside. She did not want to be home to
witness the awkward tango those two kept on getting themselves stuck in
lately.
�Hey mom!�
�Hey kiddo�
�Lorelai� Tristan nodded
�Kid I don�t like� Lorelai nodded
back not missing a beat.
�Where you going?� Rory asked
ignoring her mother�s last comment
�Umm� I don�t know. That ice cream looks good!�
�Mmm� it is! Wanna taste?� from
where Lorelai stood, the damn thing even looked like a stubby phallus� stupid
summer driving her nuts�
�No� I think I�ll get my own�
Lorelai�s mouth watered, �I�ll be back in a few�
�Okay� Rory realized her mother
was going to leave them alone in the house, �Umm� Tris and I are just gonna
grab some things.�
�Okay� Lorelai looked at her
daughter feeling a pang in her heart before turning to Tristan, �Kid I don�t
like�
�Lorelai� Tristan nodded not
missing his beat.
Rory could only smile shaking her
head as they watched her mother leave before they entered the house.
�I think she�s warming up to you!�
Rory called back feeling the nervousness of being alone in her house with
Tristan. It wasn�t the first time, it
just always felt this way to be alone with Tristan.
�Yeah, like a branding iron� Tristan
muttered closing the door behind him.
Rory chuckled throwing her arms around his neck,
�You�re nice.�
�Yeah?� Tristan smirked, �and what
do I get for being nice to your mother?�
�This� Rory leaned in pressing her
lips to his immediately feeling woozy at the contact. Tristan body reacted immediately to Rory
pressing up against him, his resolve to make her squirm was waning fast and a
low throaty groan escaped his lungs.
Tristan�s reaction was picked up by Rory who was silently delighted that
she seemed to be gaining the upper hand.
Blood rushed to her face as determination struggled with the concern
that her mother would be back soon. In
the end, determination won and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of her
next move, but Tristan seemed to be one step ahead of her.
�Here� Tristan took the melting
ice cream cone from Rory�s hand and walked into the kitchen in purposeful steps
as if he owned the house. A pang of
concern flashed through Rory, was he
going to take this away from her before it had begun? She hurried after him.
�Rory where is your garba--�
Rory pounced him before he had a
chance to finish his sentence almost knocking him off his feet. Her lips fell ardently on his, her body
pressed against his in such a way that left little doubt on anybody what her
intentions were.
�Rory!� Tristan pushed her back
wide-eyed, �what�s gotten into you?�
�Are you complaining?� Rory�s
chest heaved a little, her eyes were glossy with desire.
�Well, no but--�
Rory lunged at him again knocking
the ice cream cones from his hand this time.
Tristan had to admit, not only was he highly amused, he was incredibly
turned on.
�Down Rory! ...Don�t make me have to hose you down��
Rory batted her eyes at him before
sheepishly asking, �Would you deny me if I were soaking wet?�
The double-entendre of the
sentence was not lost on Tristan. His
eyes darkened with lust and he pushed his face within an inch of hers,
�You�re playing with fire little
girl� your mother will be come home soon, do not start something you�re not
gonna finish�
Rory blushed but she refused to
give in, she put her hand in her pocket and shyly pulled something out, careful
to keep it palmed inside her fist. With
her other hand, she nervously tugged at his belt to show him she meant business
before shyly adding,
�So finish it for me�
For Tristan, the flood gates were
opened. He was on her before Rory even
realized what was happening. His lips
came crashing on top of hers, his masculine hands on her face, her breasts, her
waist, her hips, the front of her skirt�
Rory�s heart raced and her mind
swooned as she got caught up in the whirlwind that was Tristan DuGray once
more. She wanted this more that anything
but she was suddenly afraid of what she had done. She tried to gain some control but couldn�t
open the buttons of Tristan�s shirt fast enough and she became frustrated
considering that hers already hung limp at her elbows and Tristan�s head was
reaching down so that he could--
Oh!
That� do that with
such intensity that she gasped out as her whole body contracted. His tongue was ice cold compared to the fever
that had resided inside Rory for days now, the contrast was incredible and she
entwined her fingers in his hair to keep them connected as the momentum pushed
them back against the kitchen table.
Rory felt the lips currently ravaging her nipple curl into an
acknowledging smirk and she felt herself go weak. The fight in her dwindled to a turbulent
hunger ready to accept whatever Tristan had in mind. Rory knew there was something
she was forgetting but at the moment she couldn�t figure out what it was� and
frankly, she didn�t care. Rory didn�t
even put up a fight when Tristan pulled himself up, roughly turned her around
and bent her over the kitchen table. Her
cheek touched the cold Formica as she felt her skirt being raised and her
underwear roughly pulled down her thighs.
She silently wished he would take them off completely but said nothing
that would interrupt him. Instinctively,
she gripped the side of the table with the one hand closest to the edge and
braced herself with the other. The feel
of the wispy fabric holding her knees together, the cold air on her ass, and
the heat from the sun spilling in from the open kitchen window all fought for
her attention but she remained steadfast in her convictions and focused on
nothing but the straining hot flesh pressing against her body ready to take her
into another place.
The initial intrusion came fast
and with a flash of pain that almost caused Rory to cry out. Then, beyond all reason, above all levels of
comprehension of the male libido Tristan slowed down and took his time to let
Rory adjust and get used to him. For
that, Rory was ever thankful� she had nearly forgotten how� she had nearly
forgotten Tristan, and now grunted small breaths through clenched teeth, sweat
forming at her brow as she adjusted to the magnificent invasion. She could not imagine what she would have
done if he had just plowed into her!
�Ror�� Tristan muttered a groan
that came from his belly� deep and almost inaudible. Rory understood that he was asking for
permission and nodded her head quickly, desperately letting out a whimpered,
�Oh!� when she felt him withdraw only to enter her again� easier this time,
though none-the-less invasive.
Rory wanted to close her eyes and
abandon herself to the sensations building within but with each thrust she was
brought back to the kitchen table, forced to exhale loudly, her eyes
unblinking. She decided that she must
have looked like a fish out of water gasping for air and knew that she would
have bruises on her thighs from hitting the table over and over but she didn�t
really care. Tristan hand had a death
grip on Rory�s left hip, the skin around his fingers a very contrasting color
to her flushed pale skin. It drove him on even more. Some spilled sugar from breakfast this
morning stuck to her bare breasts and stomach and it dug into her skin adding a
different dimension to already surreal experience.
�Rory�� Tristan grunted out behind
her.
�Don�t stop!� Rory begged between
gasps at the box of Captain Crunch inches from her face.
This was not what Rory had
imagined their next time to be like. She
wanted romance, candles, and a boyfriend that was not afraid to say �I love
you� but here she was, being taken on her mother�s kitchen table, where just a
couple of hours ago they had discussed the ingenuity of mixing Mango juice with
Raspberry sherbet to make something they would call a Rango smoothie, in the
middle of the afternoon with the blinds open no less. There was no point in sugar-coating it; this
was as far from romantic as could be imagined.
Anybody curious enough to peek in would have gotten more than an eyeful,
but through all frustrations, she was getting what she wanted. Tristan shifted his hips a little and leaned
over to see Rory�s face, she looked a little shell shocked but otherwise
okay� The knowledge, more than the
feeling that he was inside Rory made
Tristan�s blood boil and it took all he had to control himself for her sake. Tristan bent over and playfully licked the
corner of Rory�s mouth.
�Rory�� Tristan huskily whispered
in her ear, �I--�
�Don�t say it!� Rory bit out in a
desperate breath, ��not like this�� Rory
clenched her teeth refusing to turn her face to look at him. She was beyond humiliated at this point but
too far gone to try to do anything about it.
Her right hand was a tight fist she wanted to beat on the table but
fought the urge to be one of �those� girls� she could just imagine the smug
look on Tristan�s face if she were to do so and flatly refused to give him the
satisfaction that he was having that much of an effect on her. So instead her fingernails dug into her palm
and Rory struggled yet again not to cry out. It was a loosing battle, he was having that effect one her,
�Oh!�
�Shit!� Tristan grunted. Sweat dripped down his forehead stinging his
eyes. Tristan was fascinated by the
small of her back and the gentle swell of her hips and impatiently wiped at his
face before regaining his grip on Rory�s ass.
He had been a little too preoccupied their first time to really �see�
her, but this time� in broad daylight no less�
�Ror�� Tristan swallowed. He wouldn�t be forgetting �this� image of
Rory any time soon.
�Ugh!� Rory�s tilted her head up,
sweat dripping down her open jaw. She
had never looked so wantonly sexy�
Tristan couldn�t help but drape over her and take her mouth in his�
It was a hungry kiss, a
desperate kiss that connected both of their bodies communicating all the
unspoken words of the last couple of days.
It also communicated a very simple and urgent message, Tristan could not
last much longer, the passion was too intense.
In a desperate attempt to draw out the inevitable, Rory
pushed up on the table to try to separate�
The couch was not too far, her room even closer� but the shift in angle
decided for her that she too was done as Tristan�s
thrusts hit just the right spot and took her over the edge. Her body tightened, her hands slipped and she
fell forward on her elbows as her orgasm rocketed through her. Tristan felt her body tense up and he groaned
out his thundering release triggering yet another orgasm from Rory who cried
out like a little girl in pain. Her head
hung low and her eyes shot wide open, sweat trickled down her brow and her hair
stuck to her face as she tried to think straight. Her vision before her clouded over as the
waves of pleasure crashed through her body and only started to subside after
she felt Tristan pull out and pick her up like the rag doll she felt like.
�I won!� Rory said in a dreamy
afterglow as Tristan put her down on her couch.
�You sure did Mary�� Tristan
caught his breath. He noticed her fist
still tightly clenched, �Ror, what do you have in your hand?�
Rory blinked a couple of times as
she looked at her closed fist and slowly opened it to show Tristan, and
herself, a crumpled condom package she had purchased �just in case� the
inevitable happened. It lay in her hand
now, unopened.
�Oh God�� Rory�s eyes
widened. She looked up at Tristan but he
was now looking out the living room window.
�Rory,� Tristan said firmly before
turning to face her paled and frightened face, �get dressed, your mother is
coming.�

The End
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