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  CHAPTER SIX

  Mark woke up with a start. Where was he? He was lying in a unfamiliar room, in a unfamiliar bed, naked. He breathed in and the smell of her brought everything back – Tara on her knees behind the gym, the encounter in the living room and the things they'd done in the this bed. He'd lost his head, and he couldn't even blame it on alcohol. Maybe any man would have done what he'd done, but he should have been better than this. She'd been incredible, though. He'd been angry when he made her strip, thinking about all the times she'd walked past him in the halls at school like she didn't know him, only to call him later when she was bored or lonely. He remembered how pathetic he'd been, giving her what she wanted whenever the crocked a finger. Watching her submit had taken the edge off her anger and when she told him that she'd been aroused by the way he used her mouth, he had forgotten everything but how sexy she was and how much she made him burn. The adolescent obsession with her was nothing compared to what he had felt when he went down on her last night. Coming inside of her had felt like dying.

  He shouldn't have spent the night, though. He definitely hadn't meant to, but he hadn't gotten enough sleep in the past few days and he had told himself he'd just take a quick nap before he went home. Normally, just being in bed with a woman would have kept him from sleeping through to morning, no matter how tired he was. Not so this time. It was already past 9:00 am and he could hear noises from the other room, water running, the clatter of dishes. He'd messed up. So much for sneaking out.

  “Regular pancakes or mouse ears?” Tara asked, when Mark poked his head out of the bedroom. She had woken up early feeling amazingly energized and very very sore. After a quick shower she had decided to make them breakfast. Her head was still reeling from yesterday's events. She tried not to think about the fact that he'd be going back to his life on the east coast in a couple of days. What had happened between them was magic. Better to just enjoy the now. She had avoided losing him by the breadth of a hair. Somehow she knew that even if this was the only time they ever made love there was so much caring between them that he had to stay in her life, didn't he?

  “You made me pancakes?” he asked, grinning. His hair was a complete mess and his cheek was marred by creases from the pillow. He was so cute. He was wearing just his boxers. “You know how much I love mickey pancakes.”

  “I remember,” Tara said. “You used to pester my mom every time you came over. You wanted to have them for dinner.”

  He came into the kitchen and dropped a light kiss on her lips. His hand gave her ass a quick squeeze through the loose workout shorts she had pulled on after her shower.

  “Can I help?” he asked, glancing over the ingredients she had lined up on the counter.

  “If you want,” she said. “It's just pouring and mixing.”

  “Do you have any coffee?”

  “Sure,” she said. She showed him where to find everything and he went about making them a pot. He was completely unselfconscious about his near nakedness. She marveled at his lack of hang ups. He had shown a level of comfort with himself that Tara envied. Had he always been like this? She guessed so. She supposed she had always been so concerned about what other people thought of him that she'd never actually noticed that he didn't seem to care. He wanted people to like him, sure, but he wasn't going to change who he was to suit them. No wonder the new clothes and body sat on him so well. It was not a costume, it was just who he was now. She had a feeling even if he got fat or lost his hair he'd still be like this. The confidence came from what was inside, not the wrapping like it was with so many people.

  They had a leisurely breakfast on the small balcony off her living room, during which the most complicated thing they talked about was reality talent shows. It was relaxing, even if it was a little cold. The sky was hazy and they even got around to speculating on whether it might rain later in the day.

  Mark didn't know why he was so on edge. He was doing a good job of hiding it from Tara, because she was completely relaxed, making smalltalk as if it was completely normal for them to be having breakfast together after what had happened the night before. Maybe this was normal for her. She had told him about her life since they'd reconnected earlier in the year, but they'd never gotten into her sex life, beyond the odd mention of a date every once in a while.

  After they ate ,Tara did the dishes while Mark sat on her couch, flipping through channels. He wasn't even conscious of what he was doing. His mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out what to say to her. There was no reason he should care why she had slept with him. She was obviously experienced and liked sex and that was the gift horse he shouldn't look in the mouth. As far as she knew he was leaving town in a day and a half with no definite plans for returning. Obviously she was just having some fun and he should leave it at that and head home. He'd told his dad he would be around to do some handy man stuff today. He needed to get going.

  “Looking for something specific?” Tara asked, startling him out of his thoughts. She was walking back into the living room, looking too cute in her little gym shorts. It wouldn't suck to feel those long silky legs wrapped around him.

  “No,” he said, shaking his head and patting the couch cushion next to him. Tara plopped down, leaning back into the cushions. Her breasts, bare under her tank top, bounced slightly.

  “We should talk about last night,” he said, drawing one knee up.

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. “Are you okay with what happened?”

  “Yes,” she said. “It was incredible.”

  “I'm really glad it turned out like that,” Mark said, patting her knee. “I was kinda worried you felt pressured into it.”

  “Well,” Tara said, “to be honest I kinda did. But you're my best friend, Mark. I wanted you to know what that meant. You mean a lot to me and I owed you for being such a bitch all these years.”

  “Huh,” Mark said, thoughtfully. “So us being best friends means what, exactly? That we can do things like we did last night..?”

  “Yeah,” Tara said, shrugging. “I guess so. I feel like nothing could break our friendship.”

  Mark nodded, not sure where the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was coming from. This was the perfect situation, right? A beautiful girl was offering him commitment free sex and not just boring vanilla sex, but exactly the kind of sex he liked. Pushing aside the uncomfortable feeling, Mark grinned. There was no reason now for him to hold back or be gentle. He moved the hand that had been resting quietly on her knee purposefully up her thigh and into the open leg of her shorts to rub her inner thigh. The edge of his hand brushed against her panties.

  “You should take a shower,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

  “I will,” he said, “before I leave.” Using his free hand, he twisted a strand of her hair around his index finger.

  “When are you leaving?” she asked, frowning slightly.

  “Take your shirt off,” he said, ignoring her question.

  “Mark?”

  “Take. Your. Shirt. Off.” His voice was soft, but he put an edge in it to make sure she knew he meant what he was saying. It was a complete turn on that she responded to his tone by parting her lips a little, her eyes widening just a fraction.

  She pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts. They were pretty, a small B-cup maybe and firm. Her nipples were strawberry pink, but he bet he could make them a lot darker. His hand continued to stroke her thigh, the tips of his fingers now deliberately brushing against the front of her panties. He could feel dampness there. She obviously got turned on easily. He pushed his other hand up the other side of her shorts, hooking the panel of her panties to the side. He eased two fingers into her pussy, surprised by how tight she was. She wasn't super wet and her flesh resisted his probing. The clingy warmth was very erotic. He couldn't resist adding a third finger, despite her tightness.

  “Ouch,” she said, trying to pull away.

  “Too much?” he asked. Mark didn't w
ant to stop. Before she could answer he captured one of her nipples with his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple. She gave a confused little mewl, her hand covering the one that was buried inside her but not yet pushing it away. He tugged hard on her breast and twisted his fingers and she moaned, squeezing down on his wrist. Mark switched to the other breast, pumping his hand between her legs in shallow thrusts.

  Tara groped down his abs till she found his cock. It was already hard and pointing straight upwards. She had given it barely two light strokes when he pulled away. He had to find a condom. There had been some in the bathroom he remembered. He opened the packet and put the sheath on faster than he could remember ever doing it before. He needed to fuck her right now.

  “Up,” he said, walking back into the living room. Tara stood up, looking confused. Mark didn't feel like explaining himself, so he just took her arm and guided her to the side of the couch. He bent her over the arm as if he was posing a mannequin. He pushed her head down into the cushions. Her ass was sticking beautifully up in the air. With no additional ceremony, he pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and stepped behind her. Grabbing her hips with both hands he slowly pressed into her. She was so tight it almost hurt. He knew she had to feel uncomfortably stretched, but there was enough lubrication for him to move in her, so he doubted she was in real pain. He dug his fingers into her hips and held still trying to let her body accommodate to him. She felt so good it was hard to keep still.

  He moved in her, shallowly and slowly, fondling her ass. He relaxed when she started rocking back against him. He slid his hands up her back, stroking the soft skin. She shivered at the sensation. He traced her spine with his fingers and learned the shape of her muscles. She felt strong under his hands. Gradually, he couldn't keep his thrusts from becoming deeper and faster. Her channel was slick, now, accommodating his girth more easily. Mark moaned softly, taking her ass cheeks into his hands and squeezing. He pressed her flesh upwards and apart. One of his thumbs pressed against her rear opening and she jerked in surprise.

  “Shh,” he said, pushing just the tip of his thumb into her there. Mark loved ass. Hers was beautiful in every way. Her cheeks were full and firm without being too large and her little hole was tight, the same pretty pink as her nipples. He moved his thumb in the little hole, shallowly parting her flesh as he continued to fuck her slowly. Mark thrust his cock deep into her pussy, feeling the tight cling of her flesh like being doused in hot water. She wriggled her hips, trying to quicken the pace, but Mark resisted. The faster he moved the quicker it would be over and this felt too good to rush. Tara twisted her head to look at him. Her eyes were dilated and her face flushed and a little sweaty. The hot look in her eyes only turned him on more. He bit his lip and pushed his thumb deeper into her ass. Tara groaned. She obviously liked having her ass played with. She gasped when he began matching the shallow jabs of his thumb to the thrust of his cock. Her knees buckled.

  He pulled out of her and stepped back, breathing heavily.

  “Bedroom,” Mark said. Like someone in a trance, Tara straightened up and went into the other room. Mark trailed behind her, bemused.

  “Get on the bed,” Mark told her, “flat on your stomach.” He stoked his shaft slowly, his eyes hot as they scanned her lean body. Her stomach was flat, her legs sleek and well muscled. Of course her ass was what he craved, and it looked delectable.

  Tara climbed up on the bed, pushing the comforter and blankets out of the way. Mark got behind her, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them, palming her ass again and squeezing.

  “So sexy,” he murmured. He fingered her, thrusting with two and then three fingers. Getting his thumb slick with her juices, he went back to her rosebud, pressing inside the clenched hole. Tara wriggled her hips. Her clit was pressed against the bed. He removed his hands and got on top of her, his cock notching into her sex and sliding in easily. His weight came across her back and hips, knocking the breath out of her. It was incredibly sensual, feeling her back pressed against his body, his thighs forcing her legs up and wider apart with each thrust. He grasped her wrists and held them. She tried to pull them free and Mark loved the sensation of trapping her. Her moans told him that she was enjoying it too. He buried his face in the back of her neck, his breathing choppy.

  Tara knew neither of them were going to last very long. “Yes,” she gasped. She twisted her head to the side and he immediately captured her mouth with his, sucking on her swollen bottom lip. They both moaned in pleasure, thrusting against each other slowly. The pleasure spread out from her pussy in warm, gentle waves. His thick shaft moved easily inside her well-lubricated channel, hitting her G-spot. His movements sped up, fast, deep thrusts that she matched, arching against him. Their bodies slapped together loudly – smack, smack, smack. Groaning, Mark, wrapped his arms around her torso and thrust frantically into her body, stimulating her sensitive nerve endings. Orgasm exploded through Tara. Her channel spasmed, squeezing his cock like a fist. He barely lasted a few more thrusts before he came as well, whispering her name against her lips.

  A minute later he levered himself off her, walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

  Tara stared at the closed door. He was leaving. A wave of sadness passed through her. Something was wrong here. They had just had amazing sex for the second time and instead of cuddling with her, he had sprung off the bed as if contact with her burned. She debated going after him, but to what purpose? She didn't know why he was acting this way. Everything had felt right just a half an hour ago when they sat together having breakfast. Now she was confused and uncertain.

  This was new territory for Tara. Usually she knew exactly what she wanted from the men she dated, and if any guy had done what Mark just did it would have been the first and last time. This was different. She wasn't sure of much, but she knew she didn't want to let him go.

  He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and flashed her an easy smile. She smiled back. If her smile was a little forced, he didn't seem to notice. He went out into the living room and came back a few minutes later dressed in his pants and shirt.

  “Do you want to take a shower before I drop you off?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Drop me off?” Tara, felt self-conscious in her nudity.

  “To get your car,” he explained. “It's still at the high school.”

  Tara nodded, getting off the bed. Feeling awkward, she went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. The steamy room smelled of Mark. He had tossed the damp towel carelessly on top of her clothes hamper. Her washcloth was almost painful when it passed over her nipples and between her legs. The muscles on the insides of her thighs ached, and her ass was still sensitive from his earlier intrusion. Could a body get used to this kind of attention? Not that hers would have the chance to, anyway. Mark was only in town for another day.

  Tara turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Another wave of sadness came and went. This might have been their last time together, and he was leaving as if they'd just met for lunch. His careless smile when he asked if she wanted a ride had hurt. She dried off and wrapped the towel around her torso. The mirror was too steamed up for her to see her face, but she hoped it didn't betray her disarrayed feelings. She went back into the bedroom and tried to ignore Mark's gaze on her body as she pulled on boring cotton underwear and a clean pair of jeans. She snagged a comfortable T-shirt and sat on the other side of the bed from him to put on socks and tennis shoes.

  “What are you doing today?” she asked, more to break the silence than anything else.

  “Hanging out with my parents,” he said. His hair was damp and stuck out. That slightly distant look was in his eyes. She wondered what it meant.

  “Fun,” she said, noncommittally.

  “My dad asked me to help with some chores,” he explained, standing up once she was dressed.

  “Chores?” She smiled. “Are you still the family lawn mower?”


  “No,” he said, smiling back. The chill in his eyes seemed to dissipate. “Home improvement stuff. I don't think he needs me, really. It's just a guy bonding thing.”

  Tara nodded. She felt a little better now that she knew he was leaving due to specific plans, but it was uncomfortable knowing that if she hadn't asked he would have been okay with letting her think he was leaving just to leave. Was this how the new hot Mark treated women or was it just that he didn't care how she felt. With an ache in the pit of her stomach, Tara grabbed her favorite zip-up hoodie and followed Mark out the door.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Forty-five minutes later Tara pulled her car into to the driveway of her parents house. There were already four cars parked there: her parents', her brother Tyler's and another car she didn't recognize. Tara wasn't surprised. Once the clouds had burned off and the day had turned sunny and warm she had expected that her brothers might be over to use the pool. David and Tyler were 23 and 24 respectively, but looked enough alike to be mistaken for twins. Tyler had skipped a grade, so he and David had been in the same grade since before middle school. They had both been Teach for America volunteers since they graduated from the same college the previous year. They were currently figuring out where they wanted to go to graduate school when their stint ended. There was zero chance they would choose different universities. They were roommates and best friends and did everything together. Tara honestly found it a little nauseating.