The Road Home by Clifford Beck - HTML preview

Chapter 8

As the night continued to drift down into the valley, the group began to fall victim to the somnolent spell of Morpheus, slipping away into a world where the stress of the last few weeks would be slain--everyone but Aurora and Jackson. They were the first to occupy the apartment after the exodus of seniors during the last semester. Their friendship slowly blossomed into something that could only be described as ‘beneficial’, without the tethers of commitment. They tried to keep their arrangement secret from the others, but the sexual tension between them was easily sensed by everyone. But to spare them the embarrassment of having discovered their secret, a vow was made that no one would speak of their ‘unique’ friendship.

As the rest of the group slept, Aurora quietly slipped out of bed and, approaching Jackson, spoke in a whisper.

“Hey, let’s go outside.”

Jackson, sensing her arousal, certainly wanted to oblige her but knowing how cold it was declined. But Aurora was insistent and interrupted his words with a deep kiss. Again, with a flushed face, she made her request a second time. “Who cares? Come on, we’ll take a blanket with us.”

So as to egg him on, she let the shoulder strap of her nightgown drop, revealing a soft, shapely breast. With his arousal leading the way, getting out of bed, Jackson grabbed a blanket and snuck out of the cabin with Aurora, quietly closing the door behind them. Circling around to the back, they disappeared into the woods, being certain to stay within sight of the cabin. Jackson intended to bring a flashlight, but the struggle between arousal and logic prevented him from realizing the need for one. In spite of this, they quickly found a place where they could spread out the blanket and hastily removed what little clothing they wore.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for days,” Aurora said.

Jackson, already fully aroused, commented on his anticipation and self-restraint.

“I know,” he began. “Classes have been so busy. I think I’ve had a boner for at least a week.” Aurora was the first to lie down on the soft fleece blanket, and rubbing her breasts against it heightened the emotion that would soon drive her into sexual insanity.

“Well,” she began. “I think I can take care of that.”

Jackson eagerly lay down next to her as a cold breeze wafted over their naked bodies. They pressed their bodies together to stave off the chill as they embraced, kissing each other deeply on the mouth. At the same time, Aurora reached down a warm hand and began gently stroking Jackson with her fingertips, bringing him to a moisture-laden ecstasy. In a sudden change of position, Jackson quickly found his way to a place between her legs and with eager lips brought her to a near scream. But the rhapsody of carnality was far from complete and Aurora, having reached her first release, begged Jackson for the final movement of their impassioned symphony.

Moving up her body, Jackson faced Aurora and within moments they found themselves intertwined, kissing passionately. As they became lost at the moment, Aurora reached down and with a guiding hand slipped him onto her warm body. Reaching her arms around his back, she violently pulled him in further until flesh met skin-to-skin. Pulling and pushing against each other, their fervent battle peaked as one. Time wrapped its frozen grip around them, coming to the stillness of a glassy mountain lake. Releasing each other at the closure of their passionate dance, they slipped into a quiet interlude as sweat ran in thin ribbons down their rapidly cooling bodies. Returning quietly to the cabin would be easy. It was getting up from the ground that proved to be difficult. With muscles taut and achy from a battle of lust now complete, Aurora and Jackson fought their way to a standing position and dressed as quickly as possible. Wanting to return to the cabin without waking their friends, they moved like assassins in the night, but what they stalked was not a target to be eliminated. They simply wanted to return to their respective beds without the embarrassment of being caught sneaking back from their woodland encounter. But not everything goes according to plan, and as they tip-toed through the doorway, their blanket became caught between the door and its frame. In a moment of panic, Jackson gave it a sudden pull, producing a brief jolt as the door, moving only an inch or two, slammed shut. As the group began to rouse from sleep, Jackson and Aurora looked at each other with panicked expressions. “Shit,” Jackson whispered.

Believing they had been caught, both rushed over to their beds, climbed in, and threw the covers over their heads. But one person, finding it difficult to sleep, sat up in a dark corner, having seen leave and return. After everyone else had drifted back to sleep, Maya spoke in a whisper. “A little cold to be out there, isn’t it?” They thought they got away with their sexual revelry but escaping Maya’s eyes was something that was not expected. After a tense moment, she continued with reassurance that their privacy was safe.

“Don’t worry, guys, your secret’s safe with me.” With the relief that their midnight romp was held in confidence, Jackson and Aurora managed to relax enough that they could drift off into their own somnolent world.