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Chapter 1
Rainy Days And Escapades
There Ruthie stood, eyes filled with fire, after Martins time altering confession. She took a step backward, closer to the door. Insuring a quick escape should she decide it's too much to handle.
"What did you say?" She asked unbelieving, her eyes wide in anticipation.
He took a deep breath and moved towards her warily. Ruthie stepped back again hands placed protectively in front of her shaking form to keep Martin from coming closer. Her rain soaked clothes were proving to be a problem.
He stopped realizing she didn‘t want contact just yet. "I said, I love you." Martin whispered looking down at the small puddle of water surrounding her feet.
Ruthie looked around the room as if expecting the crew of a hidden camera show to jump out at any second. When no one came she turned on her heel and began exiting through the same way she entered. She gripped the door knob tightly and turned it. Minutes before she had run through this door laughing at the luck she'd been saddled with this happy day.
She closed her eyes remembering how this started and shuttered upon realizing she should have known or at the very least been semi-prepared.
They had gone for a walk around the block to talk and get reacquainted with one another after his three month absence. One of the more recent three month absences that occurred a couple times a year since he graduated from high school, found that he was not the father of Sandy's beautiful son, and started college on a full baseball scholarship. She'd been the only one home when he made a surprise appearance on the Camden door step. At the time she’d found it convenient and now she thought it might have been planned. Martin had asked kindly if she would like to go for a walk because, according to him, it was her he’d come to see.
Ruthie pulled the door open and stepped silently out of the Brewer home. She just wanted to get away before an argument erupted or either one of them did something rash.
"Ruthie...wait!" Martin called as he ran out after her at least two seconds later than he should have. He was new to the Camden woman temper and still hesitated at times he knew he shouldn‘t. "I know I should have told you a long time ago, but..."
Ruthie turned and stalked toward him violently. Martin, startled by her fast turn around, gasped as he was once again face to face with her in the rain. This time her eyes weren't happy. They were angry and hurt and confused. As the tears welled up in her eyes Martin couldn't help but think how beautiful she was even in her present state.
"But what?" She yelled her voice so full of emotion it shook him to the core. He flinched at the level of strength in her voice. "But what, Martin? You were too afraid? Unsure? You had to wait for the right time? What?" She asked in a scream.
"I...I don't..." Martin sucked in a deep breath and tried to think of a way to not fan the flames. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" She raved. "You don't...know?" Ruthie gasped. "What gives you the right Martin Brewer? Answer me that. What gives you the right? Hmm?" She asked vehemently moving closer to him with each word. "Who said you could come here and turn my whole world upside down? It took me almost two years to get over what happened. To get over being rejected." Ruthie raged angrily. "And now you tell me...now you tell me you...you...you love me? Almost two years after I confessed the same to you. How dare you!" She yelled questioningly at first as Martin stepped back shocked by the strong voice, tearing through his ears, that belonged to this petite eighteen year old that stood before him broken and enraged.
Martin watched as she tried to calm herself down by running her fingers through her wet curls. She stared at the ground feeling drained and defeated. She had no idea why she chose to stay and scream rather than just keep going toward her house and through the door. Martin walked to her slowly in an attempt to close the gap between them, all the while waiting for another outburst, one he was sure he deserved.
Martin always got what he deserved.
"Who do you think you are? You can't just tell me you love me and expect me to fall into your arms. I have a boyfriend and I'm about to start college. I can't...I can't deal with...this, right now." She stated pointing back and forth between them. She started to walk away again, but turned back around to look at him. Martin was rain soaked and defeated. He was standing before her a vulnerable man after his confession. The man she once adored. The man she once loved.
The man she still loved.
What she did next was surely not what he expected or deserved. He couldn't believe her fickle actions. The last thing he expected was for this to be easy and it wasn't. It was confusing and ridiculous at best.
Ruthie moved closer to him, like a lioness on the prowl, and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a blissful kiss. Martins arms snaked around her waist instantly pulling her body closer to his, deepening the already passionate kiss. Ruthie sighed against his lips and tugged at his wet hair. Martin reluctantly pulled away before placing a couple small affectionate kisses on her pink pout whilst looking into her eyes.
"I'm sorry it took so long." He whispered carefully. She leaned into him once more and kissed him softly.
"It's okay." She sighed. Then she pulled away and slapped him hard across his right cheek. Martins eyes widened with shock. "That is for making me cry." Ruthie reasoned. He stared at her for a second with a heated smile and then pulled her into his arms again.
"Fair enough." He whispered against her waiting lips. She put a hand to his hot cheek and pulled him close to her.
"I thought so." She grinned. Martin kissed her softly and walked backwards to his house. Trying to get them out of the rain.
“But don’t make that a habit.” He warned. “Next time I won’t be so understanding.” Ruthie giggled softly and kissed him again.
If I could have just a moment of you
Would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you
Could I tear myself away?
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
Ruthie stumbled slightly as they neared the steps to the front door and when Martin noticed her misstep he stopped and lifted Ruthie into his arms. She tensed at first but then realized she had never been more safe. As he continued up the steps, cradling her small body, and through the door she relaxed and kissed him more passionately. Martin kicked the door shut getting a loud slam in return and walked into the living room. He sat on the couch with her in his lap and groaned in protest when she stole her warm body from his to reposition herself on his lap. Though the kiss didn't break Martin felt that if he couldn't feel her completely, he was losing her. He pulled her as close as space would allow, which was close, as she was now straddling him, and lost himself to her adoring lips.
If I could have just a breath of you
Would you, could you infect me?
If I could have just a view of you
Would you leave your door ajar?
If I could have just a part of you
Let me drink of your tides
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
Martin could just barely hear the moan of pleasure escape her throat when his lips passed seductively over her collar bone to the thin straps of her camisole to tug at them slightly with his teeth.
"Martin?" Ruthie breathed. He looked up at her for a second.
"Hmm?" He answered slightly distracted by her glistening chest. He kissed a line across the top of her shirt as his hands traveled over what he thought were new developments to Ruthie’s ever maturing body. She was too distracted by the bulge in his pants and the increasing warmth and wetness between her legs to remember what she was going to say. But when he moved underneath her bringing his bottom half in closer proximity to hers she quickly remembered.
And after would the silence thicken, stiffen?
Would I run home in the dark with something stolen?
Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing?
Would this hunger ever cease?
"Let's go upstairs." She whispered sexily into his ear, her breath reaching his neck, extracting a nervous sigh from his lips.
"Ruthie, I don't thi..."
She kissed him persuasively and tried again, "Take me upstairs." It sounded more like a command and Martin didn't need to be told a third time. He prided himself on being an excellent listener. So, he stood up, bringing Ruthie to her feet as well, and began leading her toward the staircase.
You are the cliff that I'm walking
Lord help me if I fall
Are you more than my hunger? Baby. Babe
Lord help me if I starve
As they reached the top of the stairs Martin found himself losing what little control he had left as Ruthie pressed him against a wall and her hands found the button of his jeans. He groaned when her hands went astray and turned her roughly so she was now in his previous position. He let his fingertips slide up her shirt and roam freely as his lips led her deeper into arousal. The sweet sounds escaping her lips let Martin know there was no way they were turning back now.
Ruthie pushed against his muscular chest towards his open bedroom door pulling at his shirt along the way. Once inside she pushed it shut with her free hand and he slammed her against it extracting an excited screech from her perfect mouth. She reached for the lock as he push at her skirt.
If I could have just a moment of you
Would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you
Could I tear myself away?
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
They stumbled toward the bed a mixture of sighs and moans of 'I love you' and 'I want you'. Martin’s hands took on a life of their own and fought to bring Ruthie under his control. She wasn’t easily swayed and fought back just as hard, but when Ruthie felt an absence of material on her torso she became very aware of the situation she created for herself and urged it farther by slipping a finger into the waist of Martin's jeans.
And after would the silence thicken, stiffen?
Would I run home in the dark with something stolen?
Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing?
Would this hunger ever cease?
His hands crept higher and soon Ruthie’s thin camisole was on the ground with his pants. She was exposed for him and only him to see. He lay her back gently on the bed keeping his arms around her as she made contact with the cushioning. All that lie between them was their underwear. Martin gazed at her perfect round breasts and leaned down for a kiss before exploring further that which was now his to claim. His lips trailed over Ruthie’s throat and down the valley of breasts before his tongue came into contact with her navel and sides. His fingertips trailed upward to find her hardened nipples and twist them softly pulling a moan from deep within her chest.
“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned out mesmerized.
“Shh…” Ruthie pulled him up to meet her in another desperate kiss putting his hand into her panties to let him know she wanted them gone. He complied and then skimmed her mounds with his tongue and teeth scraping at her nipples gently.
The throaty moans and groans that filled the air in the room were proof of what was happening and if the walls could talk they most certainly would speak of nothing else but the hot display of ecstasy taking place inside them.
Martin could hardly control his movements as she maneuvered his boxers down his waist. The things she made him feel were so amazing. His manhood was throbbing, veins protruding in its place between her toned thighs just begging for a wet, warm home.
Ruthie reached between them exploring him carefully and asking, “Is this what you wanted?” Martin nodded in reply and gasped when she squeezed slightly. “I want to feel you, Martin. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Love.” He groaned pulling her hand away before pushing forward to let her feel his erection against her naked flesh. He held her hands above her head so she couldn’t tease him anymore. Ruthie just stared at his flexed arms and let out a whimper. “I want you so bad.”
“Show me.” She pleaded shaking from the continuous stroking of his penis.
Ruthie pushed her hips upward encouraging him to enter. Martin grunted placing a hand between them to guide himself into her crevice. She moved her lower half to meet his and when he slipped in they both gasped at the new sensation. He fit inside her perfectly and the wet warmth that surrounded him was almost too much. Sucking in a breath Martin lowered his head to hers for a meeting of the lips while he waited for Ruthie to get use to the invasion of her body.
She moaned feeling him so perfect and hard inside of her. The contrast of areas making it so sweet and pleasurable. Her thoughts were clouded and in her current haze she could only think in movements. Lifting her legs to encircle his back she waited for Martin to continue what he started.
“Please…” She asked not too descriptive and out of breath. Martin surged ahead careful to watch her reaction to his body so he wouldn’t hurt her.
His thrusts were slow and rhythmic inside Ruthie. They moved against one another in perfect time. His groans were the harmony to the moans she made in perfect pitch. And with each passing breath and thrust they came closer to the end of their fantastic song.
You are the cliff that I'm walking
Lord help me if I fall
Are you more than my hunger? Baby. Babe
Lord help me if I starve
Ruthie groaned with Martin and they collapsed each a mess of heavy, short breaths. As Martin calmed Ruthie sat up and leaned over his sweaty body to kiss him thankfully. He accepted the kiss and matched its fire. She was his.
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
Rainy Days And Escapades
There Ruthie stood, eyes filled with fire, after Martins time altering confession. She took a step backward, closer to the door. Insuring a quick escape should she decide it's too much to handle.
"What did you say?" She asked unbelieving, her eyes wide in anticipation.
He took a deep breath and moved towards her warily. Ruthie stepped back again hands placed protectively in front of her shaking form to keep Martin from coming closer. Her rain soaked clothes were proving to be a problem.
He stopped realizing she didn‘t want contact just yet. "I said, I love you." Martin whispered looking down at the small puddle of water surrounding her feet.
Ruthie looked around the room as if expecting the crew of a hidden camera show to jump out at any second. When no one came she turned on her heel and began exiting through the same way she entered. She gripped the door knob tightly and turned it. Minutes before she had run through this door laughing at the luck she'd been saddled with this happy day.
She closed her eyes remembering how this started and shuttered upon realizing she should have known or at the very least been semi-prepared.
They had gone for a walk around the block to talk and get reacquainted with one another after his three month absence. One of the more recent three month absences that occurred a couple times a year since he graduated from high school, found that he was not the father of Sandy's beautiful son, and started college on a full baseball scholarship. She'd been the only one home when he made a surprise appearance on the Camden door step. At the time she’d found it convenient and now she thought it might have been planned. Martin had asked kindly if she would like to go for a walk because, according to him, it was her he’d come to see.
Ruthie pulled the door open and stepped silently out of the Brewer home. She just wanted to get away before an argument erupted or either one of them did something rash.
"Ruthie...wait!" Martin called as he ran out after her at least two seconds later than he should have. He was new to the Camden woman temper and still hesitated at times he knew he shouldn‘t. "I know I should have told you a long time ago, but..."
Ruthie turned and stalked toward him violently. Martin, startled by her fast turn around, gasped as he was once again face to face with her in the rain. This time her eyes weren't happy. They were angry and hurt and confused. As the tears welled up in her eyes Martin couldn't help but think how beautiful she was even in her present state.
"But what?" She yelled her voice so full of emotion it shook him to the core. He flinched at the level of strength in her voice. "But what, Martin? You were too afraid? Unsure? You had to wait for the right time? What?" She asked in a scream.
"I...I don't..." Martin sucked in a deep breath and tried to think of a way to not fan the flames. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" She raved. "You don't...know?" Ruthie gasped. "What gives you the right Martin Brewer? Answer me that. What gives you the right? Hmm?" She asked vehemently moving closer to him with each word. "Who said you could come here and turn my whole world upside down? It took me almost two years to get over what happened. To get over being rejected." Ruthie raged angrily. "And now you tell me...now you tell me you...you...you love me? Almost two years after I confessed the same to you. How dare you!" She yelled questioningly at first as Martin stepped back shocked by the strong voice, tearing through his ears, that belonged to this petite eighteen year old that stood before him broken and enraged.
Martin watched as she tried to calm herself down by running her fingers through her wet curls. She stared at the ground feeling drained and defeated. She had no idea why she chose to stay and scream rather than just keep going toward her house and through the door. Martin walked to her slowly in an attempt to close the gap between them, all the while waiting for another outburst, one he was sure he deserved.
Martin always got what he deserved.
"Who do you think you are? You can't just tell me you love me and expect me to fall into your arms. I have a boyfriend and I'm about to start college. I can't...I can't deal with...this, right now." She stated pointing back and forth between them. She started to walk away again, but turned back around to look at him. Martin was rain soaked and defeated. He was standing before her a vulnerable man after his confession. The man she once adored. The man she once loved.
The man she still loved.
What she did next was surely not what he expected or deserved. He couldn't believe her fickle actions. The last thing he expected was for this to be easy and it wasn't. It was confusing and ridiculous at best.
Ruthie moved closer to him, like a lioness on the prowl, and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a blissful kiss. Martins arms snaked around her waist instantly pulling her body closer to his, deepening the already passionate kiss. Ruthie sighed against his lips and tugged at his wet hair. Martin reluctantly pulled away before placing a couple small affectionate kisses on her pink pout whilst looking into her eyes.
"I'm sorry it took so long." He whispered carefully. She leaned into him once more and kissed him softly.
"It's okay." She sighed. Then she pulled away and slapped him hard across his right cheek. Martins eyes widened with shock. "That is for making me cry." Ruthie reasoned. He stared at her for a second with a heated smile and then pulled her into his arms again.
"Fair enough." He whispered against her waiting lips. She put a hand to his hot cheek and pulled him close to her.
"I thought so." She grinned. Martin kissed her softly and walked backwards to his house. Trying to get them out of the rain.
“But don’t make that a habit.” He warned. “Next time I won’t be so understanding.” Ruthie giggled softly and kissed him again.
If I could have just a moment of you
Would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you
Could I tear myself away?
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
Ruthie stumbled slightly as they neared the steps to the front door and when Martin noticed her misstep he stopped and lifted Ruthie into his arms. She tensed at first but then realized she had never been more safe. As he continued up the steps, cradling her small body, and through the door she relaxed and kissed him more passionately. Martin kicked the door shut getting a loud slam in return and walked into the living room. He sat on the couch with her in his lap and groaned in protest when she stole her warm body from his to reposition herself on his lap. Though the kiss didn't break Martin felt that if he couldn't feel her completely, he was losing her. He pulled her as close as space would allow, which was close, as she was now straddling him, and lost himself to her adoring lips.
If I could have just a breath of you
Would you, could you infect me?
If I could have just a view of you
Would you leave your door ajar?
If I could have just a part of you
Let me drink of your tides
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
Martin could just barely hear the moan of pleasure escape her throat when his lips passed seductively over her collar bone to the thin straps of her camisole to tug at them slightly with his teeth.
"Martin?" Ruthie breathed. He looked up at her for a second.
"Hmm?" He answered slightly distracted by her glistening chest. He kissed a line across the top of her shirt as his hands traveled over what he thought were new developments to Ruthie’s ever maturing body. She was too distracted by the bulge in his pants and the increasing warmth and wetness between her legs to remember what she was going to say. But when he moved underneath her bringing his bottom half in closer proximity to hers she quickly remembered.
And after would the silence thicken, stiffen?
Would I run home in the dark with something stolen?
Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing?
Would this hunger ever cease?
"Let's go upstairs." She whispered sexily into his ear, her breath reaching his neck, extracting a nervous sigh from his lips.
"Ruthie, I don't thi..."
She kissed him persuasively and tried again, "Take me upstairs." It sounded more like a command and Martin didn't need to be told a third time. He prided himself on being an excellent listener. So, he stood up, bringing Ruthie to her feet as well, and began leading her toward the staircase.
You are the cliff that I'm walking
Lord help me if I fall
Are you more than my hunger? Baby. Babe
Lord help me if I starve
As they reached the top of the stairs Martin found himself losing what little control he had left as Ruthie pressed him against a wall and her hands found the button of his jeans. He groaned when her hands went astray and turned her roughly so she was now in his previous position. He let his fingertips slide up her shirt and roam freely as his lips led her deeper into arousal. The sweet sounds escaping her lips let Martin know there was no way they were turning back now.
Ruthie pushed against his muscular chest towards his open bedroom door pulling at his shirt along the way. Once inside she pushed it shut with her free hand and he slammed her against it extracting an excited screech from her perfect mouth. She reached for the lock as he push at her skirt.
If I could have just a moment of you
Would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you
Could I tear myself away?
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
They stumbled toward the bed a mixture of sighs and moans of 'I love you' and 'I want you'. Martin’s hands took on a life of their own and fought to bring Ruthie under his control. She wasn’t easily swayed and fought back just as hard, but when Ruthie felt an absence of material on her torso she became very aware of the situation she created for herself and urged it farther by slipping a finger into the waist of Martin's jeans.
And after would the silence thicken, stiffen?
Would I run home in the dark with something stolen?
Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing?
Would this hunger ever cease?
His hands crept higher and soon Ruthie’s thin camisole was on the ground with his pants. She was exposed for him and only him to see. He lay her back gently on the bed keeping his arms around her as she made contact with the cushioning. All that lie between them was their underwear. Martin gazed at her perfect round breasts and leaned down for a kiss before exploring further that which was now his to claim. His lips trailed over Ruthie’s throat and down the valley of breasts before his tongue came into contact with her navel and sides. His fingertips trailed upward to find her hardened nipples and twist them softly pulling a moan from deep within her chest.
“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned out mesmerized.
“Shh…” Ruthie pulled him up to meet her in another desperate kiss putting his hand into her panties to let him know she wanted them gone. He complied and then skimmed her mounds with his tongue and teeth scraping at her nipples gently.
The throaty moans and groans that filled the air in the room were proof of what was happening and if the walls could talk they most certainly would speak of nothing else but the hot display of ecstasy taking place inside them.
Martin could hardly control his movements as she maneuvered his boxers down his waist. The things she made him feel were so amazing. His manhood was throbbing, veins protruding in its place between her toned thighs just begging for a wet, warm home.
Ruthie reached between them exploring him carefully and asking, “Is this what you wanted?” Martin nodded in reply and gasped when she squeezed slightly. “I want to feel you, Martin. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Love.” He groaned pulling her hand away before pushing forward to let her feel his erection against her naked flesh. He held her hands above her head so she couldn’t tease him anymore. Ruthie just stared at his flexed arms and let out a whimper. “I want you so bad.”
“Show me.” She pleaded shaking from the continuous stroking of his penis.
Ruthie pushed her hips upward encouraging him to enter. Martin grunted placing a hand between them to guide himself into her crevice. She moved her lower half to meet his and when he slipped in they both gasped at the new sensation. He fit inside her perfectly and the wet warmth that surrounded him was almost too much. Sucking in a breath Martin lowered his head to hers for a meeting of the lips while he waited for Ruthie to get use to the invasion of her body.
She moaned feeling him so perfect and hard inside of her. The contrast of areas making it so sweet and pleasurable. Her thoughts were clouded and in her current haze she could only think in movements. Lifting her legs to encircle his back she waited for Martin to continue what he started.
“Please…” She asked not too descriptive and out of breath. Martin surged ahead careful to watch her reaction to his body so he wouldn’t hurt her.
His thrusts were slow and rhythmic inside Ruthie. They moved against one another in perfect time. His groans were the harmony to the moans she made in perfect pitch. And with each passing breath and thrust they came closer to the end of their fantastic song.
You are the cliff that I'm walking
Lord help me if I fall
Are you more than my hunger? Baby. Babe
Lord help me if I starve
Ruthie groaned with Martin and they collapsed each a mess of heavy, short breaths. As Martin calmed Ruthie sat up and leaned over his sweaty body to kiss him thankfully. He accepted the kiss and matched its fire. She was his.
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
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