Homecoming

Nose to nose and eye to eye, Marc made love to Chelsea while pinning her to the wall. An admixture of tenderness and force he fired his hips up causing Chelsea to bump into the wall with each powerful stroke.

He had a certainty that everything would work out in the end, even if he could not see it yet.

His mouth opened and pressed against hers lips tender, tongue urgent as his hips picked up speed. As he near completion his hips lost power and gained speed, "Hurry babe," he whispered urgently, "hurry."
 
She moved her hips against his, as much as she could being smashed against the wall. The redhead wasn't quite as close to release as Marc, but she didn't really care.

"Cum," she whispered with a heavy breath.
 
Marc sped up even more, his breathing in torrid little gasps and grunts as he clamped his hands on her ass cheeks. His balls slapped back and forth with each stroke.

As his balls exploded, pumping his white heat into Chelsea, Marc's knees began to buckle and he slowly sank to the floor breathing against her neck. "I have always wanted to do that, make love standing up in an entryway."
 
Chelsea braced herself slightly with her legs as he began to sink down, slightly concerned he may drop her due to fatigue. She sat against the wall as they got to the floor, knees bent behind his arms. She stroked the back his head absently and she grinned. "I'm sure this won't be the last time."
 
Marc kissed Chelsea's neck and mumbled, "I dunno, that is hard work staying upright and all."

His hands caressed her ads and legs as he recovered, "Does Rachel have an oven? Pizza might be getting cold, and the beer warm."
 
"I'm not saying we'll do it every single time," she responded with a laugh.

She kissed his cheek and sighed contently, before waving her hand towards an open doorway to the right. "The kitchen is over there."
 
Marc gave Chelsea a quick grope as he stood and grabbed pizza and beer alike. He followed the gesture toward the kitchen wearing socks and a grin. Never in his adult life had he had the freedom to walk around someplace naked other than to the shower and back. To his surprise, he found he liked it.

He popped the pizza into the oven and the beer into a crowded fridge; clearly this wasn't a bachelor pad. He pulled one of the beers out and took it back to the entryway where he discovered Chelsea had left where he left her.

Turning back toward the living room he smiled warmly seeing her looking out the back door as naked as he was.
 
Chelsea smiled to herself as he strode off. She still couldn't wrap her head around how she got so lucky and managed to snag him. She stood and wandered over to the back sliding door, leaving her clothes in the pile with his by the front door.

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled back. "Couldn't wait for the beer to get cold?"
 
Her voice pulled Marc from his reverie and his eyes moved from her perfect ass to her beautiful face. He smiled at her, "A guy has to replace his fluids you know."

He took a sip and walked over to her and wrapped his free hand around her waist. "I could get used to this, you know."

He kissed her neck, "Walking around the house naked with you." He looked at her and said, "It implies of course that you will be around."
 
She melted against him as his arm wrapped around her waist and lips found her neck. She looked back up at him before placing a kiss to his shoulder. "Who says I'm going anywhere?"
 
Marc looked over at the hot tub then down at Chelsea, "Wanna grab the pizza and beer, and I will get the tub ready?"
 
Chelsea emerged outside about 5 minutes later with several slices of pizza on some paper plates she found in a cabinet, beers, and a couple towels for when they were done skinny dipping.

"Here we go," she said, setting the pizza and beers down on a small table Rachel kept next to the hot tub for such reasons. "Water good?"
 
Marc removed the cover from the hot tub and poked a finger in the water and discovered it was hot. He clambered in and turned the jets on. He played with some of the dials and buttons and injected sit into the jets and a blue light. He sat back so that he could see into the house and watch Chelsea.

He adored the way she moved and the way her tits swayed with each step was mesmerizing. His cock was well on its way as she asked about the water, "Will be perfect when you climb in."

He reached around her and grabbed a piece of pizza and held it up for her to take a bite.
 
Once she collected and tied her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head, she climbed in and sat next to him, legs over his lap. She took a bite before sinking down and relaxing, the water coming up to her shoulders. "I need to come over here more often," she said, leaning her head back against the padded edge and closing her eyes. The jets pulsing against her back were heavenly.

"Whenever I move out, we need to make sure we have one." Her eyes opened wide when she realized she said 'we' and she stammered a bit, "I-I mean, assuming things keep going the way they are..."
 
Marc's cock stiffened fully when Chelsea said "we." Proof she was thinking bet long term in that she assumed that when she left home it would be with him.

He took a bite from the pizza, giving himself a moment to think, and her a moment to squirm. He looked at her and said, "I meant it every time I said you are mine. You. Are. Mine."

He pulled her up fully onto his lap. His cock was trapped between her ads and his stomach. He kissed her softly, and said, "I will die loving you, Chelsea."
 
It seemed like an eternity before he finally said something. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered at his words. She was more than aware of his stiff member as he pulled her onto his lap, but what he said next caught her a bit off guard and made her ignore it. "Do you... Love me?" she asked tentatively
 
Marc smiled at her and caressed her face tenderly. His other hand was wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close, her shoulder dug into his as he kisses it. "Yeah, I do."

He looked into her eyes and said, "Tonight, when that guy tried to rob us, the only thing I worried about was you. Alone I may have given him my wallet and let him go, but with you there I worried he would tried to take you from me."
 
Her heart pounding in her ears. Most people would probably say it was too soon. That they were only infatuated, in lust with each other. He'd only been home for a week. However, given that they'd known each other since they were barely four feet tall and grew up together, it just seemed right that things moved a little quicker.

Chelsea had wanted this for so long, but kept pushing the words to the back of her mind. She knew she loved him, but had been confused if it was more of the best friend love or something more. But now that he'd said it...

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Love you too."
 
A sense of relief flooded him as Chelsea affirmed her feelings for him, and Marc tried to sort out what it all implied. With the relief came a new urgency to find a job, or reup. He had to be able to provide for Chelsea, she deserved better than some stiff making minimum wage.

"Hey," he began, "if..." He paused a moment then rushed through, "If I can't find a job, would you come with me after school was done?"
 
Go with him? She thought for a few moments, mind racing. Could she really leave? She had reasons to stay. She had her family, her friends. And if she waited till she was done with school, that was still another 3 years, 2 if she stacked her workload and took summer classes.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get there," she started slowly, trying to find the right words. She twirled a loose lock of hair nervously. "I don't want to say 'no' because I'd love to, but I don't want to make any promises I can't keep..."
 
Marc's mouth went dry as the first thought he registered was 'she didn't say yes.'

It took a clue minutes for his mind to come around to the fact that she didn't say no either, but to his way of thinking was that she didn't say yes.

"Fair enough," he said, "just means I have to find a job so I can stay."
 
"We'll figure it out." Chelsea kissed him softly. She knew that wasn't the response he really wanted, she could see it on his face. "I want you to do what's right for you and to make a decision you can live with if this... Doesn't work..." She hesitated on the last few words, but she was trying to stay realistic in what seemed like a dream.
 
He looked at her for a moment then said, "The only reason this won't work out is we give up on it."

He leaned his head back thinking, and said, "Any decision of what is good for me has you at its basis. You are the best thing for me."
 
Chelsea kissed his shoulder, before biting it playfully. "Way to put some pressure on me," she teased. Turning to face him, she straddled his lap with knees on either side of his hips.
 
If her plan was to distract him with sex, Marc knew it would ultimately succeed. The fact her vagina was pressed against his semi turgid phallus was reauscitating quickly.

He looked at her and said, "The pressure is mutual."

He grabbed her by the ass cheeks and pinned her down as he kissed her. It felt like she was molding to him and Marc felt himself getting harder with each passing moment.

"Turn around, baby," he said. After she did he lifted her up, "Live me up."
 
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