Paper Machet

AN: sorry it took so long, but some family stuff came up which totally sucked all the raging hormones out of my body. they came back though, fear not. anyway, please review. I HEART FEEDBACK. it lets me know if i should continue.
rock on.


Tristan didn’t know what to do with himself. All he could think about was her, about his Mary. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to feel her. He had no idea what was going to happen next.

“Hey Tristan!” a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Wait up!”

Turning around, he saw who was calling after him. “Mary, couldn’t stay away, could you?” he asked with a smirk, controlling himself so that there would be no public displays of affection. What went on between them was private, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“God, Tristan, get over yourself,” she replied, doing her best not to smile like a silly little girl. She lowered her voice so as not to be overheard, “My mom is gone for the weekend, stop by Saturday if you can.” She sported her own smirk at the shock on his face, turned and left. well, well, well, who would have thought Rory Gilmore had it in her? This should prove interesting.

Saturday rolled around, and Tristan was excited. What did she have planned? This was all so very curious.

Rory awaited him anxiously. She sat on the couch, not paying attention to what was on the Television, going over a list in her head. Ok, I told Babette not to disturb us because we are studying, and my mom knows thinks that we are working on another project. If all goes well, there should be no interruptions. Oh! I can’t believe I am going to do this, but he deserves a little of his own medicine. Just at that moment, she heard a car door close, and ran to the door to check if it was him.

Tristan smiled as he spotted her leaning in the doorway. Something told him not to say anything. Just keep it silent and see what happens. He didn’t have to wait too long.

He took one step inside the door and she grabbed him by the collar, pushing him against the wall, slamming the door closed. She attacked his lips with her own, pressing her body against his. Lightly flicking her tongue against his bottom lip, she let him know she was taking it deeper. He didn’t even realize they were moving until she pushed him onto her bed.

She straddled him and sat up, smiling. It wasn’t a normal smile, though. No, his Mary was wearing an evil smile, one that said she had something up her sleeve. Wait, cancel that, she wasn’t wearing a shirt all of a sudden.

Rory leaned over Tristan, giving him an up close and personal view of her breasts. She was holding his arms down so his only option was to take one of them into his mouth. He suckled, and bit and sucked some more on her nipples, enjoying her grinding on his pelvic region. Rory slid down him again so that their eyes were level. He went to bring his hands to her waist, but found them bound in some soft material attached to the bed posts.

Now that smile made sense.

“It’s my turn, “she said in a husky voice as she kissed her way down his chest. Rory still got excited at the sight of his washboard abs, feeling the heat starting to spread between her legs. She looked up at him as she undid his belt, and removed his pants. She smiled, seeing that he chose to go commando today.

His cock sprang up, already hard and dripping with pre-cum. Still keeping eye contact with him she licked it off, slowly, starting at the base and working her way up. He groaned softly as she took him into her mouth wholly. Gradually, she pick up the pace, using her tongue to keep his tip moist. Tristan started to buck his hips, trying to speed her up. Rory backed off, shaking her head slightly at him, and blew some cool air onto the head. He shivered at the sensation, not believing the skill and confidence she was displaying. It was so fucking hot.

She took him back into her mouth and started again, easing into a faster pace, bringing him right to the brink again. Just as he started to throw himself forward again, she let him go. This time she slid her way up, making sure to let her breasts tease his dick some more by rubbing against it a few time. Kissing her way back up, biting his nipples softly, then his neck than his jaw line, she found her way back to his mouth.

His head was spinning; he had no idea what to do. This was the stuff of fantasies, and it was happening to him…with Rory of all people. His thoughts returned to the task at hand as she kissed him with passion. At the same time she slid herself onto him, very very slowly. At a leisurely pace, Rory started grinding her hips against his in a circular pattern, building him back up to orgasm. She was dripping wet, and eager to please him. It didn’t take too long for him to reach the edge again, only this time they both went over it together. She screamed out his name as the orgasm shot through her body. Her legs were shaking from the exertion and she lay down on top of him.

As their breathing returned to normal, he turned his head and kissed her, softly. They still didn’t talk, basking in the multitude of feelings that were running through their heads. Rory silently reached up and pulled on the scarfs, freeing his hands. He immediately brought them down to hold her and touch her, bringing her close as they drifted off to sleep. This wasn’t a part of his plan. No matter, it would be his turn again, and on his territory next time. Where had this all come from? I need to find out.