Smallville

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

"Jesus Christ Clark you scared the hell out of me." Chloe said as Clark darted in. She looked around for Pete but saw him nowhere. She also saw Clark eyeing Lana. It bothered Chloe a little to see Clark ignoring her. "So Clark where is Pete" she said to break his death stare on Lana. "You know I miss spending time with you Clark the only time we hang is here. So what do you say when Pete gets here we go out somewhere or do you want to stick around here.

 

[Marcus2]

Well actually, I'mnot sure if he found you yet but I think he's gonna be busy with writing his paper...

~he said recalling what seemed like just a few moments ago. It was true, he did miss her but something inside him was telling him to go for her. Chloe was a hot blonde. His feelings were bettween Chloe and Lana. He just didn't know which~

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

It didn't take Pete long to finish his review of the football game and soon he was finished and saved the layout. He grabed his backpack and hit the "Print" button. As he left the room he was careful to lock the door.

"Wouldn't want Chloe to have any more things to be mad at me for." he thought glummly.

The walk from the school to the Talon wasn't a long one but he used the time to reflect on some of the things going on around him.

"Well, first off, there's Clark. He's been more spaced out this week then usual. I wonder why that is? Probably just his issues with Lana and Chloe. I swear, the guy has a harder time making up his mind about those two then I have about whether I want peacan pie with whiped cream and ice cream or chocolate fudge sunday for desert on christmas." He chuckled slightly at his own mental joke.

"Secondly, there's Lana. Uhm..... Well..... Okay, I haven't seen much of her for the past week. But she's always so busy with the Talon and school and..... stuff. So I guess it's only natural. Still, I miss talking to her. Man, could we talk. Like back in 3rd grade. We could talk about anything and everything. At great lenght. And at great volume. But now..... I don't know. I think alot of people just see her for what they want her to be. The homecomming queen, the cheerleader, the all around good, wholesome girl next door that can do no wrong. All smiles and bright eyes, getting good grades and doing whatever everybody expects of her, with no questions asked. It's like they don't want to see the real her. The girl's got depth. She's got layers. And not everybody gets that. Like sometimes she get's this wicked twinkle in her eye like she's thinking of something less then good, and then a split second later, it's gone. People don't see that. She got that twinkle in her eye all the time back in 3rd grade and, man, did we get upto things that were not concidered propper behaviour for good, well behaved children. Of course none of it could be proven to be our fault. Those were good times. Yeah. I miss her." He sighed as he kicked a pebble on the sidewalk and watched it skip down the road.

"Then, there's Chloe."
He winced as the tounge lashing he recieved from her earlier ran through his head in excruciating detail. THX sound, vivid technicolor and all. He was positive he'd diserved every last bit of what he got. He'd really let her down. And not for the first time either. He sighed again as he continued his mental musings.
"She's been really high strung this past week. I know being the editor of the Torch is time concuming and can be highly stressfull and she's dedicated that task to the point of allmost being fanatical. I can't help but worry about her sometimes. She comes to school late and hardly has an hour of sleep to her name. All Glassy-eyed and with bags under her eyes. If I didn't know her better I'd swear she was on drugs."
Pete laughed out-loud at that statement. Chloe on drugs. Yeah right! He remembered the time in 8th grade when they were given the lecture on the harmfullnes of drug use and the tirade Chloe had gone on afterwards. How she couldn't understand how anyone would purpously ruin their lives by doing that stuff and how all those junkies were just wishing for a slow and painfull death and yadda yadda yadda. Yep, it would be a cold day in hell before she ever went down that road.
Still, Pete had a feeling something was eating at her and he couldn't help but worry about her.
"I don't know. Maybe I'm just overanalyzing things. Maybe it's just the stress of the Torch and school. Well, this facination of hers with Clark really isn't helping her any either. Especially since she refuses to act on it." Again, he sighed.

Spotting something from the courner of his eye he stopped and faced a small store. As he stood there looking at the store an idea popped into his head.

He tilted his head slightly. "Maybe I should try some damage control." he thought.

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A little while later Pete walked into the Talon. Hesitating slightly at the door he chanced a look around the place. Spotting Chloe talking animatedly to Clark at a booth his guilt for letting her down flared. He figured he'd probably be better off not interrupting them just yet, seeing as how Chloe valued her alone time with Clark just as much as her old visitor's pass to the Daly Planet, so he moved to the counter in sted.
There were two customers in line in front of him so he just settled himself for patiently waiting his turn, occationally glancing discreatly at Chloe's and Clark's table. He was in a direct line of sight from Chloe's seat and he silently willed her not to look up.
He hung his head slightly in shame as he remembered the disapointed look on her face from earlier.

 

[Kissing_fire2]

Lana

lana was at the Talon.. taking orders form costumers and such, she had really started to like it, and it also kept her minds off things. Though she had been thinkg a lot off Clarck latley still she hadent had any chances to seem him latley since he seemd to be to busy whit helping out on the farm or whit school..
Lana sighed and brushed a hand through her long black hair, as she notiecd pete coming into the talon .. she knew that Clarck would show up sooner or later.."Hi pete" Lana said "Can i get you something a cup off coffee maby.. " Lana smiled

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

She realized her words were falling on deaf ears so she once again began looking for Pete. She finally found him after a quick scan of the room. She got out of the booth and snuck up behind him. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders and said "come on Pete we're sitting over here." as she led him to the booth. As she looked at Lana and then back at Clark she got frustrated again and tried to relax.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

Hi pete

Lana's sweet voice startled him out of his wallowing and he looked toward the counter with wide eyes. He had been so lost in his misery that he'd completely missed it when both custemers in front of him, having allready been served, moved away with their beveriges.

"Oh! Uhm, Hi..... Lana, I..... was just, uhm....."

Crap! He was spluttering again! What was with him today?! A pretty girl surprises him and all of a sudden he's king of the kreetins! This was SO not fair!
Taking an exagirated calming breath, he tried again.

"Hi Lana." There! That went well enough.

Can i get you something a cup off coffee maby..

"Yeah, thanks. That would be great." He replied. Before she could turn around he injected, "Oh! Hey! Could you hook me up with some of the chocolate and almond blend you came up with last time? I swear, that thing is addictive."

The smile she gave him in return was allmost contagious. Allmost.

The gentle placements of hands on his shoulders made him jump slightly. He turned to find Chloe looking at him.

come on Pete we're sitting over here.

Pete looked in the direction she indicated and saw Clark sitting there looking in their direction, but he was pretty sure Clark's gaze wasn't locked on them. As Chloe began leading him towards their booth Pete, from the courner of his eye, he saw Chloe's head turn and look in Lana's direction before looking back at Clark. He senced her stiffen slightly beside him before, obviously, trying to relax. She was tence. Frustraited.
He decided now was a good time.
He stopped, there by bringing Chloe to a stop to, and faced her allthough his eyes were downcast.

"Listen, Chloe..... About earlier, you know, back at the Torch..... I'm, I'm sorry. I know you've had a crazy week and I promised you I'd take some of the load off of you.... and do the sports section and have it ready for you this morning and..... I, I let you down. I know I've done it before, and I can understand that your furious with me, and you have every right to be, but..... I just wanted you to know that I, I'm really sorry and, uhm, if you want, uhm, I would still like to do the sport section, you know, to take some of the load off of your shoulders, and help in any way that I can..... "
He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket as he looked up to meet her eyes.
"If you'd still accept my help, that is. I promice I'll do better."
He retracted his hand from his jacket pocket holding the item he'd bought at the store he'd seen earlier. He extended his hand to her, presenting her with the item. "Please?" He asked hopefully.

In his hand he held a small, green haired lucky troll, that held a small white plastic tulip in it's hand and wore a green shirt that had the word's "I'm sorry" written on it. It's goofy grin seeming to grow just a bit wider be the second.

 

[Marcus2]

~something about the stone didn't feel right. Though it was a gift, he didn't want to destroy it at all~

Hey guys, I'm gonna get a cup of coffee, I'll be right back.

~he said hoping out of the booth before Pete settled in. He felt his skin cool and he was calm again. This had happened before, near the meteorite remenants. It was dangerous to him and he definitly shouldn't be near it. He told Pete about his powers but he didn't tell him about the kryptonite. But he did accidently mention the red kryptonite to him.

As he went up to the counter, Lana gave her warm cheerfull smile that seemed to just melt his insides but he shook the feelings away, remembering that they weren't aloud to have a real hardcore relationship, just a friends.~

Hey Lana, what's up? Could I get a...french vanilla cappucino?

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

"Oh Pete this is great and of course you can help with the tourch. You were just the straw that broke the camels back. And besides between you and me I hate sports I'd have to be stoned to enjoy them." she said as Clark scurried out of the booth. Pete and Chloe sat down to enjoy their drinks. "I was wondering if you are going to put in some stories you can suggest some changes if you have any ideas, but I'd like to just chill here and wait till tomorow. Maybe after this you would like to go somewhere?"

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

He held his breath in anticipation of her answer.

Oh Pete this is great

Ok. That was a good sign.

and of course you can help with the tourch

He let loose the breath he'd been holding as relief flooded over him.

You were just the straw that broke the camels back

"Yeah, sorry about that." He grinned sheepishly as rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

And besides between you and me I hate sports I'd have to be stoned to enjoy them.

He laughed out-loud at that. Oh yeah! Chloe was back to her snarky adorable self again. Sitting there in the booth with her felt good. His day was looking alot better.

I was wondering if you are going to put in some stories you can suggest some changes if you have any ideas

Pete allmost choked on his bevarige. He must have been hearing things. He could have sworn he heard Chloe offer to let him have a bit of free reign, as if she was relinquishing a bit of control to him. Naah! He must have been hearing things, or he was over analyzing again.

but I'd like to just chill here and wait till tomorow

"Yeah." he said with a smile. "This is good."

Maybe after this you would like to go somewhere?

Pete licked his suddenly dry lips before smiling again. "Sure," he said before picking up his cup again. Bringing it to his lips he asked, "You have anywhere special in mind?" He looked at her over the rim of his cup as he took a drink, waiting for her responce.

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

"No I didn't mean anywhere in particular." She said as she then drank her coffe. The name said it all, Smallville was small there wasn't much to do. "We could drive around, go catch a movie, anything really it's your choice Pete." She said smiling at Pete awaiting his answer.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

Pete's eyes shot up to his hairline.

"My choice, huh?"

Thinking for a minute he replied "Oh! we could go see that new movie at the 'Plex'. They say it's a r..... No wait, they're fumigating. Uhm, Ok, how about we..... no, uhm, or we could go see the..... No wait that's out too, mating season. Hmm."

He kept thinking for a while.
"You know, I think I'm actually stumped." He chuckled eventually. "You have any ideas?" He asked her.

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

We could go up to the bluffs and watch the stars or something maybe drink smoke or just chill what do u say Pete ready to get out of here" Chloe said staring deep into Petes eyes.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

Pete had a very hard time tearing his eyes from Chloe's. Something was deffinetly different about her today. There was a look in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. Something very captivating. He felt like he never wanted to look away.

"I haven't been to the bluffs for a while now." He said as a genuine smile appeared on his face. "Sounds like a plan."

Finally managing, with great effort, to tear his eyes away from Chloe's he glanced back towards the counter and found Clark and Lana deep in apparent conversation. Clark had apparently made a joke 'cause Lana was laughing and smiling one of her giggawat smiles. Looking back at Chloe he gave her a sarcastic grin.

"Looks like they're too wrapped up in their own world to notice if a hurricane made it's way down main street." he said chuckling.

Looking again into Chloe's eyes he found himself mesmerised by her again.

"Yeah" he said after a pause. He tossed his head slightly as if to indicate the outside. "Let's get out of here."

He got out from the booth and held out his hand to help her out.

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

"Alright Pete knew I could count on you not to be boring" She said as she exited the booth. As she got up she reached into her purse for her car keys and pulled them out. She walked outside and unlocked the doors to her VW bug convertable. As Pete stepped outside she tossed him her keys. "Here Pete you drive I don't feel like it right now." She said. The bluffs were a quiet romantic spot and Chloe was always horny. She hadn't gotten off all week and if he played his cards right Pete might help change that.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

Catching Chloe's car keys as she threw them to him he raised an eyebrow at her.

Here Pete you drive I don't feel like it right now

The grin that appeared on his face litterally threatened to split his face in two. Chloe never let anyone drive her baby. This was deffinetly turning out to be a great day.

Opening her door for her, he gave an extremely exagirated 'noble-man' bow. "M'Lady, your chariot awaits!" he said with an exagirated Brittish accent.

He got in on the driver's side and turned the ignition and the convertable roared to life. Grinning like the cat who ate the cannary, he pulled out of the parking spot and took off down the street. As they cleared the small town, gravity began taking control as his 'acceleration foot' got a little heavier and they hauled ass down the road.

Pete stole a glance at Chloe as she sat beside him in the passenger seat. The wind was blowing through her hair and her skin seemed to glow with the setting sun. He'd never seen her that way before. She looked gorgeous.
Tearing his eyes from the beauty beside him with great effort, he returned his focus to the road and grinned.

"Next stop," he thought to himself, "The bluffs."

 

[Kissing_fire2]

Lana

Hey Lana, what's up? Could I get a...french vanilla cappucino? Lanalooked at Clark.. and smiled.." Well hi Clark.. of course... " Lana shrugged.. a bit ..thinkging on how Chloe had acted tho they werent excatly bets off freinds but..anyaway..Lana handed a cup o vanilla cappucino to Clark.."Here you goe.. oh and how are your parnets doing ?? " Lna asked trying to start up a conversation. Though she knew it was hard to get Clark to talk whit her..

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

It felt good relaxing and not having to drive. This was a rare occurence but for whatever reason Chloe felt like kickng back and having fun instead of stressing over everything. The sun was setting ang the wind whisked through her hair. After a while they made it to the bluffs. Pete parked the car. "So Pete what are you up for now" Chloe asked

 

[Marcus2]

~he smiled and moved to the side so if any other costumers wanted something~

There fine, how's your aunt?

~he always had a crush on Lana but he knew Whitney was her boyfriend but now that he was off in the Military, she was single but he didn't want to take that chance and ruin his relationshop. They had a hard enough time keeping there friendship because of his secrets.~

Seems like you gave the Talon a really good spark of life. It sure needed it before, glad ya took it over

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

The drive to the bluffs had been very enjoyable. Pete had stolen several galnces at Chloe during the drive and noticed how she seemed to have relaxed quite a bit. Like she hadn't a care in the world.
The glances had begun to linger longer and longer as Pete started taking in the full beauty that was Chloe Sullivan.
The silky strands of her hair, the vast depths of her eyes, the smoothness of her face. His sights lingered on her lips. Those full, rosy, extremely sexy lips.

His trance was broken when Chloe licked her lips slowly. His eyes snapped back to the road and he praied to whatever deity that was willing to listen that she hadn't caught him staring.
But the sight he had witnessed had burned itself into his brain. The way the tip of her toungue had appeared from between her lips. How it had moved out slowly as the top of her toungue, just behind the tip, brushed up against the bottom of her upper lip moistening it gently. How after that, the tip of her toungue had curved just the tiniest bit downward before retracting back into her mouth, brushing the bottom of her toungue, just behind the the tip, against the top of her lower lip to moisten it even more gently.
How could such an everyday, miniscule movement possibly be that sexy. "No," he mentally corrected himself, "not sexy, erotic. Extremely erotic."

He swallowed hard as his mind re-played that scene over and over and over again. And suddenly his jeans felt WAY too tight.

Risking another glance at her he noticed that she was still sat in the same position, with no indication that she'd caught him. His eyes lingering a bit longer on her lips before beginning their trek of exploration. Accross the firm yet feminine set of her jaw, down the gentle curve of her neck and past the relaxed set of her shoulders they traveled only to rest at the gentle swell of her full breasts. He watched the slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and he felt the swelling in his pants grow.

His eyes moved on down to her firm, flat stomach and on down to her hips and to her lap. Moving on his eyes came to rest on her legs and her delicate hand resting on top of one of her thighs. Fixating on it his mind plumeted to the gutter and filled with images of what that hand could do were it placed a little higher..... and maybe on another part of her anatomy. Instinctively his eyes shot back to her lap for the briefest of seconds before returning to the her hand on her thigh. Just in time to witness her move her legs slightly and move her hand slightly to the inner side of her thigh.

His mind roared as the asault of images quadrupled in intensity and the bulge in his pants actually became painfull. He tore his gaze away from her to focus back on the road.

This was SO not good. Fantasizing about one's female best friend is deffinately not concidered of the good. Especially if said female best friend was sitting beside you in a confined space. "Breathe, Pete! Breathe!" He chided himself mentally.

Risking yet another glance at her he saw her sitting there, seemingly blissfully unaware of his mental, not ot mention physical, torture or the fact that he'd just been ravaging her with his eyes. He breated a slight, bearely audable sigh of relief. And found his eyes again drawn to her lips. "Bad Pete!" he chided himself and struggled to look away.

Then it happened. Chloe licked her lips again. That slow sentual movement that sent shivers of pure extacy down his spine.

"JESUS H. W. FUCKING CHRIST!!!!!" his mind shrieked as his eyes once again snapped back to the road and the bulge in his pants threatened to too tear free of it's now WAY too small cage.
"Is she unknowingly trying to kill me?!?!?!" his mental tirade continued. "It should be ILLEGAL for one's female best friend to be so icreadably hot!!!!" He could swear he was sweating and he tried desperately to breathe and regain control.

The rational part of his brain kicked in. "Peter Bartholamue Ross!!!! This is your rational mind speaking!!! Unless you want to risk a major automobile accident and there by risking your own life, not to mention your best friend's, you are not, and I repeat NOT, under ANY circumstances, to look, glance, peek or in any way observe the increadably enticing and extremely sexy female specimen to your immediate right, better known as Chloe Sullivan, untill you reach the bluffs and you've brought this vehicle to a complete stop!!! Is that understood soldier!!!!"
"Yes sir!" Pete moaned miserably under his laboured breath, barely loud enough for himself to hear.

When they reached the bluffs the view was breathtaking. The weather was very still and the setting sun bathed everything in a dim orange, flaming glow. It was a sight that would have inspired poets to write masterpieces. Pete, however, saw none of it. His mind was focused on the gorgeous girl beside him. The glow from the setting sun seemed to cast an aura of sernity over her making her look even more ravishing.

So Pete what are you up for now

Pete couldn't take his eyes off of her lips as they moved and he allmost missed the question. His gutter ridden mind got stuck on one single word she'd spoken.
"Up?" his mind questioned. "Oh, I'm up." The sudden extra painfull throbing in his pants confirmed that last statement. "I'm VERY up!" He shifted slightly, physically uncomfertable, and praying that she didn't notice the, now probably well visible, bulge in his pants.

"I don't know" he said out-loud as a way of answering her question, proud of the fact that his voice hadn't cracked. "What could one get up to in a wonderfull place like this?" He made a point of looking around. "I mean I've got the most amazing view of nature, incredible lighting, the perfect weather, the night is young" he looked straight into her eyes. There was a similar look in Chloe's eyes as there had been in the Talon but there was also something else there too. Whatever it was, it seemed grabed him and hold him captivated and he couldn't help but smile. "..... and there's a gorgeous woman sitting beside me." The words were out of his mouth before he realized he'd even opened it.

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

"Well Mr. Ross thank you very much" Chloe said cracking a smile and putting her head next to Petes ear. "You know Pete I noticed you staring at me on the way up here. You want to know why I didnt do anything about it? Because I love the attention." She whispered before she pulled her head away. She placed her hand on Petes thigh and gently carresed it. "I'm a big girl Pete so why don't you show me some physical attention." She said jus before again slowly licking her lips.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

Well Mr. Ross thank you very much

Pete blinked in confusion. Normally at a comment like that from him, she'd have slapped him on the arm and made a comment about him getting his head screwed on straight. The smile she sent his way pushed all the right buttons for him, sending bolts of electricity straight to his groin.
When she moved closer to him he didn't know what to expect but as he felt her warm breath as it hit his ear, allmost every rational thought he had seemed to take a jump out the preverbial window. He was sure the front of his jeans were going to rip open from the constart preasure under the fabric. Her whispered voice was without a doubt the sexiest sound he'd ever heard.

You know Pete I noticed you staring at me on the way up here.

His entire world came to a painfull, screaching halt! He was sure his heart had stopped beating as the blood in his veins turned to ice. She'd caught him!!! He opened his mouth to give her some sort of an appologie but found his breath caught in his throught and his vocal cords non-responsive. He could see his life flashing before his eyes!!! He was SO dead!!!

You want to know why I didnt do anything about it?

As much as he wanted to reply, he couldn't for the life of him find anything to say. It felt like his abillity to speak had just packed it's bags and jumped the first plane to Rio DeJanero. The fact that her voice didn't sound angry or disapointed surprised him. In fact, it hadn't lost a shred of it's sexieness. That and her breath against his ear just upped the wattage of the electric bolts being sent to the allready impressive bulge in his jeans. He really didn't mind the pain all that much any more. He found himself wondering at her question. Why hadn't she done something?

Because I love the attention.

Her reply in that soft, sexy voice, caused him to take a miniscule, sharp intake of breath and his eyes slowly drifted closed. He felt warm all over. By showing her some attention he'd made her feel good. It gave him an allmost overwhelming feeling of accomplisment and slowly a grin spread accross his face.

He felt cold as she pulled her head away and opened his eyes again to look at her. He then felt her hand rest on his thigh followed by a gentle carres. He could swear he heard the stitches on the front of his jeans starting to break.

I'm a big girl Pete

Oh yes! He had to agree with that. She'd come along way from the 'flat-as-a-board' big city girl he'd met in the 8th grade.

so why don't you show me some physical attention

He was positive he heard some of the teath in the zipper on his jeans break at that statement. Had he heard her right? Was she..... was she offering..... offering herself? To him? This had to be a dream!

That's when it hit him. The look he'd seen in her eyes. The one he couldn't pin-point. He recocnised it! It was there, in her eyes right at that very moment, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. Desire! Lust! Call it whatever you want. It was there. And it was directed at him.

As she licked her lips again slowly he knew he had lost! He couldn't fight it! Not that he wanted to fight it any more. He wanted her! In every possible way imaginable! He wanted her! Again and again and again and again! He wanted to feel her body against his! He wanted to run his hands through her silky hair and grab a hold of it! He wanted to see her! All of her! He wanted to kiss every part of her body! He wanted to bury himself inside her and feel her clenching around him! He wanted to make her moan, to cry out, to scream in the most intence pleasure she'd ever felt! He wanted to send her over the edge to pure, un-mached extacy while screaming his name!

The overly rational part of his mind tried to beat him into submission. Spewing forth statements that the girl before him was his best friend and not an object to be lusted after. That part of his mind found itself quicly crushed under the heels of Need, Lust and Desire. 3 on 1, Reason didn't stand a snowballs chance in hell.

Looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time he locked eyes with her. Then slowly he reached up his hand and with a gentleness you wouldn't believe his big hands could fathom, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. His hand went on to stroke her hair 'till the tips of his fingers met the base where her neck met her head. His big hand seemed to be cupping her head in a way as his thumb reached out to stroke her temple softly. Looking deeply into her eyes, he leaned forward slowly and as his eyes drifted closed their lips met in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

As his big hand grabbed her hair she felt wonderful. All of her thoughts, frustration, and every other problem were going to be whisked away. Their lips met, his being softer than she had thought they would, an their toungs met and shared a warm embrace. This went on for a few minutes before she moved over and began to stradle Pete. She continued kissing him and then took off her shirt revealing her hot pink bra. She grabbed Petes hand and moved it to back where she then had him unclip the bra. She pulled her lips away from his and let him see her chest, hard nipples and all, in full view. A devilish grin now formed on her face. "I've shown you mine Pete, now you show me yours." she said with the grin widening

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

Pete was sure he'd died. 'Cause this was deffinetly heaven. Chloe's lips were the softest thing he'd ever felt and they tasted so sweet, he was sure every piece of candy he put in his mouth from now on would taste like ash compared to them.

The touch of her soft toungue against his stirred his primal urges. His need for her grew and as their tounges danced with each other he found himself pushing the rest of the world away. There was nothing else. Just Chloe.

As she straddled him, he welcomed her. He didn't care that the bulge in his jeans would be one of the first things she felt when she got comfortable. He didn't care. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her. How everything he was experiencing was because of her and how a single look from her turned him into a raging inferno of barely controled desire.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on her and as her shirt went flying, his hands were on her in a heartbeat. Placing them gently on her sides just above her hips, he stroked his thumbs slowly up and down the edges of her flat stomach before slowly moving his hands up her sides to let them rest just below her breasts.

As she grabed his hand and moved to her back, she knew what she wanted him to do. He'd uncliped a few bras in his life, and had gotten pretty good at it, thanks to his 'lady's man' adventures, but none of those girls could possibly even begin to compare to the woman straddling him at this very moment. Working slowly with one hand he uncliped the clasp and bringing his other hand into play and slowly, his fingertips just barely touching her skin, draged the garment off of her back and sholders and past her sides in one fluid movement.

As she pulled back from him, his mind roared in protest. But the view of her was breathtaking. She was beautiful! The setting sun casting it's firy light on her skin made her look even more divine then ever.

I've shown you mine Pete, now you show me yours.

Her devilish grin just made him want her more. If she wanted to see him, he would be happy to oblige. He looked deeply into her eyes and crossed his arms making each hand grab the edge of his T-shirt at his sides. Slowly with out taking his eyes from hers started to move his arms upwards. He knew he wasn't built like a 'studmuffin' by any means but he measured up all right. Or so all the other girls had told him.

As the T-shirt followed her shirt and bra he never stopped looking at her eyes save for the time his vision was blocked by his T-shirt. He didn't care if she wasn't looking back in his. He saw her eyes wandering over his bare chest. It felt nice. He wanted her to look. He wanted her to see him. As their eyes locked again, a devilish grin appeared on his face. And he made his move.

Slowly his hands reached out and stroked her thighs gently, before moving up to rest on her hips. He slowly leaned foward, never breaking eye contact with her, as his hands reached the small of her back. Leaning even further, his grin got wider and more deviant. His hands traveled up her back slowly as he leaned towards her 'till his lips were barely an inch away from her left breast. Gently he traced the tip of his toungue over her hard nipple before turning his attention to it's underside. His toungue gently played with her nipple and the surounding areola before slowly taking it into his mouth and suckling it gently, then returning to his toungue play. After a while of mixing meathods, he turned his attention to her right breast and giving it the same treatment, all the time moving slowly, as if moving through water, and making sure all his ministrations of her were gentle but still got his desire for her accross. He didn't want to hurt her.

While his mouth was busy with her breasts, his hands were busy too. Slowly stroking her back, her shoulders, her sides, her perfect ass, her hips and her thighs. Before long, as his left hand stroked her back his right hand started wandering, sliding slowly to her side. As his arm changed it's angle, his hand slowly made it's way to her stomach, sliding from her side inward, the tips of his fingers brushing against the side of her belly button, never making it to the middle of her abdomin, and then back again in a slow sentual movment. The next time the hand made the trek accross her abdomin, it dipped lower, below her belly button and not as far towards the middle. The more trips the hand made, the shorter the distances became and lower it seemed to dip. Untill the tips of his fingers brushed the waistline of her jeans. The next time, they traveled inside the waistline and brushed against the elastic waistband of her panties. The next time his hand moved, the trek was a rather short one as the tips of his fingers dipped just inside the waistline of her panties and his hand gently caressed her hip.

 

[lil miss perky]

Chloe

As Pete took off his shirt she waited in anticipation. She looked his bare chest up and down. Upon feeling it she found it was very firm. Pete wasn't chizzled from stone but he was definatly solid. As he turned his attention to her nipples she was suprised at his skill with his tounge, he must be great at eating someone out. Not wanting to let him know how good he was she bit her lip and swallowed her moans. Pete's hands finally made it down her pants and she thought it was time to tease him a little. She unbuttoned her jeans and manuvered herself to take them off. They slid off without a problem, revealing a matching pink thong, as Chloe slowy stradled Pete again. With a brief kiss she pulled the latch and sent Petes seat flying back leaving him in the most reclined position. She started to girate her hips and grind pussy and ass on his already swollen crotch. She climbed in back and put her crotch inches from Petes face and just kept moving her hips. She flipped over giving Pete a great view of her ass as she continued to dance for him. The only thing keeping Pete from the rest of Chloe was a thin pink fabric. She once again straddled Pete and slowly slithered up Petes chest dragging her nails and breasts on his bare chest. She started to nibble on his ear and kiss his neck. She leaned back and stared into Pete's eyes waiting his next move as she rubbed his bulge.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Pete

He had no idea how she managed to get her pants off so fast and yet so fluidly. And quite frankly, the more and more skin Chloe exposed to him, he found that he really didn't care how she got her pants off. They were off! Good! Next item of business!

When she flipped the latch and his seatback flopped down he landed with a slight 'ooph!'
"Smooth, Pete! Smooth" he admonished mentally.

As Chloe ground herself down on his crotch, he felt a small tug inside his mind. A tug that very quickly became a roar. Like something was beging to be realeased. He recognised it.

He put it aside for a moment and as Chloe's performed her dance number for him, he couldn't help but be awstruck. The way she moved was uncanny. Who ever said that Lana was the most gracefull and fluid (not to mention sexy) moving woman they'd ever seen had obviously never seen Chloe move. Her fluid movements and the positions she struck overshot the idea of 'sexy' by several lightyears at least and left the idea of 'erotic' in the dust. What he was seeing was something no words could describe.

As she straddled him again, roar in his mind started up again. It seemed to be demanding to be let loose. His last girlfriend, Erica, had dubbed it 'The Beast'. A combination of all of Pete's primal desires, wants and needs mixed in with some very dark thoughts from the blackest part of his soul and topped of with a very fertile imagination. It had no restrictions, no limits and in it's mind, nothing was off limits if it meant getting what you wanted. And it wanted Chloe!

As Chloe slid up his body and nibbled on his ear, he closed his eyes and moned softly, the sensation going straight to his swolen groin. In his mind he struck a deal with 'The Beast'. As Chloe kissed his neck he opened his eyes, now dark with raw desire and an evil grin slowly spread accross his face. And in his mind Pete Ross took one hand off the wheel only for it to be replaced by one of 'The Beast's' own hands. This promised to be a fun ride, for the both of them. Not to mention for Chloe.

As Chloe leaned back and rubbed his hard cock through it's restraints, their eyes met. Pete didn't know if she noticed that something inside him had changed, but then he didn't care. She had had a bit of fun with him, and now it was his turn.

His evil grin firmly in place and never breaking eye contact with her, he slowly raised himself to sit in an upright position using only his abs and came allmost nose to nose with her. He paused and tilted his head just a fraction as if seeing something in her for the first time. Then his fingers brushed against her cheek slowly. Gently. Before running through her silky hair. His right hand travelling slowly up her bare thigh only to stop at her hip. He kissed her lips softly. As his kisses intencified his right hand traveled down to her bare ass and carresed it before travelling back to her hip slowly. Only to pass it and trace the waistline of her thong. When it got to the front of the waistline it stopped. Pausing just for a moment. Then, changing it's angle his hand dipped benieth the string of her thong. As his hand slid down into her thong and found her wet, hot pussy the fingers in her hair slowly curled up in to fist, successfully grabing a fist-full of her hair. He was carefull not to grab her hair too hard, just hard enough to get his lust for her accross. He broke their kiss and using his grip on her hair he turned her head slightly upward and to the side to grant him easy acces to her now exposed neck and ear. As he showered them with kisses, nibbles and ficks of the tip of his toungue, all the while keeping a firm grip on her hair, he started sliding his finger between her pussy lips gently, making sure to allways keep some part of his finger against her clit as it slid back and forth betwen her lips. By pressing their bodies as close to each other as he could he successfully denied Chloe access to his hard cock, still trapped in his pants.

Soon the hand on her pussy pressed down a bit harder as it started moving faster. Then it picked up more speed but kept the preasure constant. Pete pulled her head away from him so he could look deep in her eyes as his hand brought her more and more pleasure. His eyes were hard yet overflowing with lust for her and they made it clear that he had no intention of stopping just yet.

He did stop though. Just before sending her over the edge into orgasmic bliss, he stopped, and retracted his hand from her pussy.

Bringing his mouth close to her ear he whispered "Get in the back." There was a slight growl to his voice. Moving his head back he locked eyes with her again. His eyes were hard and there was a darkness lurking in them. But in them was an unspoken promise. A promise that if he had his way, she'd know pleasure like she'd never known before.

When he spoke again, the growl in his voice was more apparent, and though his words were not an order per se, his voice made their meaning clear.

"Get in the back, Chloe." This was not a request.