“As You Are”

 

By Ash & Shan

 

This story contains mature themes so if that kind of stuff bothers you, don’t read any further – however if it’s the kind of stuff that tickles yer fancy, please carry on.

 

A short fanfiction production by Ash & Shan

 This story was co-written, so if you like it, or have criticism or comments – email us both.  In the meantime, please enjoy our story,

 

Ash & Shan

 

 

 

Isaac Hanson stepped into the bathroom, and shut the door, locking it behind him, feeling a sense of overwhelming relief surging through his tired body.  He loved the bathroom.  The only room in the house with a door that locked out the world, the only room in the house where he could be totally alone with his thoughts, alone in private, away from his family, the press, the music and even his own busy life.  He turned on the shower, and began to slowly undress, sighing to himself peacefully.

He opened the dorr to the shower and no sooner than he heard it close behind him he heard some on trying to open the bathroom door, "I'm in the shower!!" he yelled hoping who ever it was would go away.  He leaned against the back shower wall and just let the water run down his body for a minute while he thought about where he could go to get away from his life, knowing he couldn't stay in the shower forever.  He quickly pushed all thought out of his mind and decided to just relax while he could.  He closed his eyes and leaned back his head resting on the wall.  He thought of girls like Jennifer Love Hewitt and Gwen Stefanie.  Just as his daydreams got good a burst of cold water hit him out of nowhere. He reached up and slapped the showerhead towards the wall, as he realized that the only place he could be away from it all had been invaded by another house hold appliance; the washer, the dishwasher, a toilet, something.  Isaac turned off the water and stood in the remaining puddle at his feet trying to decide what to do next.

After a moments reflection, angrily, he grabbed a towel and pulled it around himself, swearing in his head and intending to kill the person who had robbed him of what little personal time he had to himself of his shower.  He flung the bathroom door open, and found himself staring Taylor right in the fact, Taylor gave a slight smirk, then tried to look innocent.

Isaac shoved the younger boy aside and muttered under his breath "you're a prick," then stomped into the bedroom he shared with his brothers.

He rolled his eyes as he walked in to find Zac lounging in the middle of the floor on the phone. He stomped across the room to dresser opening the top drawer taking out a pair of boxers and an undershirt. He pulled on the shirt and glanced at his brother making sure he was still zoned into his phone conversation and had his eyes glued to the wall.  He quickly dropped his towel and put on his shorts. Then sat on the side of his bed deciding what to wear and where to wear it too.  He opened the closet and searched through his clothes.  He pulled a pair of khaki pants off of a hanger and began to look for one of his favourite shirts, it was a dark green pull over sweater type shirt.  Not finding it he turned to ask his brother.

"Zac...where's my green shirt?" Isaac demanded, he folded his arms and waited.  Zac however continued talking on the phone as if he hadn't heard Isaac.  Isaac kicked Zac's leg stubbornly and repeated the question.

No avail, Zac simply threw up his hands and made a face at Isaac, then gestured for Isaac to go away - he wanted his privacy while he was making his phone call.  Isaac sighed dejectedly, grabbed the nearest shirt, pulled it on, and made a quick pace around the house.  Every room seemed to be occupied, the television, the stereo, the computer, all had noises blaring downstairs.  Isaac grabbed his keys, and headed for his car outside, deciding if he couldn't find peace at home, he'd surely find peace at one of his friends.

Isaac got in his car and pulled out of the driveway, he wasn’t quite sure where he was going yet so he just drove and decided that where ever he ended up was better than where he started out. He drove for a while in silence before turning on the radio, and when he finnaly did there was nothing on. Isaac pulled into his friend, Cody's drive way.

I haven't seen Cody for ages, I can probably hang out here with him for a while, Isaac thought to himself.

He walked up the gravel path leading to the door of Cody's ranch style house, he knocked, and waited, tapping his foot, he ran his hand through his hair - still damp from his shower earlier.  There seemed to be no one home, Isaac thought about turning, but decided to try once more to see if there was anyone on the other side of that door, he rang the doorbell four times, and put his hands in his pockets.  The door opened slowly, and Cody's younger sister, Carrie, peered out, a phone nuzzled between her cheek and shoulder, she was arguing with someone on the phone.

Carrie looked up at Isaac and forced a smile then frowned back at her phone conversation. "Well who's fault is that?!?!" she demanded.  She looked back up at Isaac and stepped out of the doorway and motioned for him to come in; then she held up one finger and mouthed the words, "just a minute".  She forced her attention back upon the phone call, "Well y’know what...maybe she would care so why don't you call her!!!" Carrie hung up the phone and mumbled under her breath, "ass..." Her mood quickly changed when she looked up to see Isaac staring at her with a curious look.  She pushed her hair behind her left ear and looked to the ground trying to think of how to explain her situation.

Isaac stepped into the hallway slowly, raised an eyebrow at her, evidently, he had caught Carrie at a bad time - apparently another dispute with the so-called boyfriend.  Isaac didn't have much interest of his friends' little sister's love life but from what he could make of it Carrie and her boyfriends had been through more breakup’s and reconciliation’s than two lovers from any soap opera on modern TV.  The only difference was...this was real life.

Isaac glanced at her, “Am...I interrupting something?”

Carrie perked up,  “no, just the usual lover's quarrel.  She smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Another one?  Isn't that like, the sixth in a year?” Isaac questioned.

“Seventh...but who's counting?” Carrie shrugged nonchalantly, “I'm guessing your here to see Cody?”

“Yeah...but I'm guessing - since his car isn't out there - that he's...not home?” Isaac chewed his lip.

Carrie put her hands on her hip, “You guessed right.  He and Mike went to Galveston for the weekend to see Mike's cousin. They left this morning.”

Isaac gave a soft, almost dejected sigh, “Oh, okay...” he turned, getting ready to leave, guessing that she probably didn’t want him around right now.

"Uh, well..you..." she stumbled over her words, "how have you been? We haven’t seen you in forever!"

Isaac turned back slowly, “Uhh...we've been fine.”

Carrie leaned against the wall casually, “Well you have to be something besides fine.  What have you been up to lately?"

“Uh…we've been in the studio, uh, that’s about it,” he explained simply.

"Oh, well what have you been doing for fun?  Not that being in the studio is boring but..." she put one hand on her forehead, thoughtfully, other hand remaining on her hip,  “You know what I mean! Right?”

“Uhh....there hasn't been much time for fun...but anything that guys normally do, that’s what we do in our spare time... “ he shrugged, he felt a little awkward.  In the past his conversations with Carrie had been jokingly flirtatious, very general, right now, he didn’t know how to respond to any of her questions.

Carrie could see the conversation was going no where, and thought desperately hoping to find something to talk about,  “Well who's taking up all our other time?  You must have a new flavour of the week?"  she swayed her body in a mocking way.

“Who has time for that when you're in a band?  Besides...every time I get close to a girl they start suddenly showing interest in Taylor” he rolled his eyes.  “Girls go goo goo over his blue eyes and blonde hair.”  He shrugged.  Looked down, embarrassed, feeling terribly self-conscious.

“I don't know what girl in her right mind would pass up the chance to be with a sweet heart like you!” Carrie smiled and pushed her index finger against his nose playfully.

“Any girl once they've met my brother” he shrugged.   “So what's the deal with your boyfriend anyway?” he asked, trying to quickly change the subject.

Carrie made a face, “Oh him, I think I really may end it this time, I caught him with Jennifer!  I guess one girl just wasn't good enough for him!  But he couldn't just cheat, oh, no, he had to be with the one girl I hate! I dunno...maybe there's something wrong with me?" She folded her arms and looked to the ground.

“Nah...the problem is probably him...there's nothing wrong with you,” he said softly.

Carrie smiled bashfully, “well he attracts girls like bees to honey, I seem to have more of a repellent effect on guys,” she laughed half-heartedly.

Isaac frowned, “Bees to honey?” he screwed his face up, “surely you mean he attracts whores like flies to shit...”

Carrie laughed loudly,  “you knew what I was trying to say!  Do you want something to drink?” she began to lead the way to the kitchen.

Isaac followed her, shoving his hands in his pockets casually, “Hard liquor?” he joked – feeling almost as if he really did mean what he’d said.

“That idea doesn't sound too bad right now! C'mon let's lock the door, unplug the phone and get drunk together!” she giggled.

“Don't tempt me, it only takes four vodkas and I'd turn into Austin Powers and want to shag anyone,” he teased.

“And we're not doing this because...?” Carrie said very low under her breath hoping

Isaac coughed for a moment, quite surprised.  “Uhhh...morals?”

Carrie nodded, “oh yea...those.  Do you want Dr. Pepper or Coke?”

“I thought we were gonna get sloshed,” he joked, and leaned against the doorframe casually, watching her.

“Seriously?” she closed the fridge.

He laughed, “yeah, right, your parents are probably around somewhere and like they're gonna let you drink alcohol,” he smirked.

She folded her arms, “Isaac, when have my parents ever been home?  When have my parents ever been on the same continent?  They're in Europe.  And what they don't know won't hurt them.  I know that from experience...” she smirked and placed her left hand on her hip.

          Isaac paused and lingered in deep thought for a moment, “Okay, well I guess it's okay then...just...don't tell your brother about it, he'd kill me.”  Isaac scowled.  He knew this was true, Cody would have killed him if he found out he’d let Carrie drink, and the punishment would have been doubled if he’d found out Isaac had drank with her.

“I won't tell my brother if you wont!  ‘Cause after he killed you he'd come after me!” she chewed her lip playfully.   “Alright lets see,” she grabbed Isaac’s arm and led him through an entry way on the other side of the open plan living area to the bar.   “Now what can I get you?

He smirked, “vodka.  Straight.”

“Alright, *she poured a glass of vodka for Isaac then went to a small cabinet area and pulled out a bottle of wine.

He stood, leaning against the bar, sipping his drink, watching her thoughtfully.  “I don't understand why your boyfriend cheated on you...” he trailed off, he stood watching her.  As she stood on her tiptoes to reach for a glass which was settled on the top shelf, her shirt came up revealing her flat tan stomach, and her pierced naval.  What man in his right mind would cheat on someone with a face a model would kill for and a body to die for?

“That makes two of us!” she pulled open a small drawer on the servers end of the bar and pulled out a corkscrew.

He stood watching, had Carrie always been this womanly?  He remembered two years ago when he’d looked at her and she’d been this skinny rod like shape with no breasts, frizzy hair and glasses.  Now she was stunning, a lithe figure with curves, smooth silky satiny hair that fell cascading like a waterfall.  Dark brown eyes that peered beyond long black lashes.  He looked her up and down, what had her boyfriend been thinking?!

Carrie noticed his staring, “What?” she questioned smiling, “why are you looking at me like that?” she slid the bottle towards him and the cork screw behind it.

Isaac blinked, and stood a little straighter, “Huh?” he asked quickly,  he picked the bottle up quickly and the corkscrew.  “I wasn't looking, I was just staring into space I guess,” he popped the cork.

“What ever you say...” she smirked knowingly, she picked up her glass and walked around the counter to him and stood with one hand on her hip and the other in front of her waiting for him to pour her wine.

He nervously filled her glass, wishing he hadn't been so obvious.

“So when I asked you before...about your girlfriend, could I take that answer to mean you don't have one?” she sipped her wine, then set her glass down on the bar counter,  and tightly crossed her arms, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning forwards, purposely giving Isaac a clear view down her shirt.

Isaac drew his breath sharply, it registered she was doing that deliberately, yet, at the same time, it wasn’t registering clearly enough for him to take advantage of it.  “Uh...I...you know me, Carrie...everyone calls me the 'Singleton' because I'm usually always single so...” he looked down, trying not to be too obvious and get caught looking down her shirt.  He felt that she wanted to catch him looking.

“Being single has it's perks, you don't ever have to feel guilty about...flirting, or just checking some one out," she put her hands in her back jeans pockets and slightly stuck her chest out.

“Unless that person you're checking out or flirting with...happens to be attached to someone already,” he pointed out, “which is pretty pointless then,” he raised an eyebrow. 

“But what if she's not?  What if the relationship was over...and had been for a while?” she took a step towards him.

He looked at her closely, “Are...you flirting with me…” he was pretty sure she was but something told him that it could all just a big tease to pass the time.

“Maybe...what if I am?” she chewed her lip, giving him her playful, vixen expression.

He began getting all flustered, “well I...” he shifted, and accidentally knocked over her glass of wine, making it splatter on the countertop, and directly splashing it onto Carries clothes.

Carrie sighed, “Isaac, if you wanted to get me out of my clothes...you could have just said so!” she joked with a soft laugh.

Isaac’s cheeks flushed once again, “I didn't...I'm sorry!” he grabbed a nearby towel and tried to stop the wine from spilling, unfortunately putting the towel into the pool of burgundy liquid made it spread faster and dribble over the side of the counter, “shit I'm an idiot…” he despaired.

“ Calm down! It was just an accident.  If you hadn't done it then I would have done it five minutes from now!  And you know that's true!” Carrie pushed his shoulder playfully, and took the towel from him, catching the dribbles from the counter side.

Isaac looked down at the floor, feeling like a total moron, very awkward, and very unlike himself.

“Is something wrong?” Carrie asked gently, she took his hand – damp with wine – and began to pat it dry lightly with the towel.

“No...nothing...” Isaac murmured, his voice slight, he glanced at his hand as she was drying it.

“Then relax!  Your acting like I'm one of your wild groupie fans that's trying to get into your pants!” Carrie giggled.

“No one tries to get into my pants,” Isaac stated calmly, he took his hand back.

“You mean no one you want tries...” Carrie uttered, she looked away, “Hard enough at least,” she mumbled under her breath to herself.  “I think you just can't recognize when someone is trying,” she explained, she looked him right in the eyes, then turned slowly, walked back towards the bar and refilled her glass of wine.

“I don't understand why anyone would want to try,” Isaac decided, he watched her  refilling her glass, then slowly wandered over to the nearby terracotta coloured sofa, and sat down.

Carrie rolled her eyes and groaned, “Argh, God, Isaac!  Would you stop being so hard on your self?  For as long as I can remember you have always had a problem with yourself!  You have thousands of beautiful girls following you around and screaming your name, willing to do anything - and I mean anything - you want and all you have to do is let them!  What's it going to take for you to realize that your gorgeous!!  I mean, look In the mirror!  You’re perfect just as you are, you’re freakin’ hot!” she sharply took in a breath, realising what she had just said, she cut her eyes away from him quickly.

Isaac blinked in surprise, what had brought this on?

Carrie sat down on the other side of the sofa, and buried her face in her hands for a moment.  She sighed, downed her glass of wine in one go, then looked at him, smiling sheepishly, “Was that out loud?  I was supposed to stop somewhere before the last part,” she explained in embarrassment.

Isaac remained deep in thought, then glanced at her, curious, “Since when did you think I was hot?” he asked, he downed his vodka, somehow feeling he was going to be needing it’s effects and the sooner it kicked in the better.

Carrie paused, “umm...” she seemed unsure, and took a minute to answer, “probably when I started thinking about guys period,” she stood up, took his empty glass out of his hand, and walked back to the bar to refill their drinks.  “Which was about twelve,” she added quietly.

Isaac gaped, “Why is this only coming out now?”

“You've always gone for the anorexic, blond hair, blue eyed, bimbo type. I figured it was pointless,” she returned with his vodka and her wine, “Plus I assumed you still saw me as ‘Cody’s little sister’,” she seemed a little indignant at this statement.

“ How could I see you as anything else, your brother gets pissed at any guy who even looks at you...if...I mean he'd go nuts if I came onto you...” Isaac sipped his vodka, looking at her over the rim of his glass.”

Carrie rubbed her head, holding her glass in her free hand, “so let me get this straight...the only thing holding you back from me...is Cody?”

Isaac stammered, “I...I just...never thought about it,” he explained.

“Well maybe you should?” Carrie asked hopefully.

“Carrie...we've been drinking...and...any thoughts right now are clouded by that...” he looked at her, his head was beginning to swim pleasantly, he was trying to desperately ignore the fact that every part of him said ‘take her – you want her’, but at the same time, his heart was telling him he shouldn’t.

“Oh c'mon! I've had a couple of glasses of wine, a couple of vodkas...I can hold my liquor very well and I'm thinking very clearly...and I know you’re thinking clearly too,” She raised an eyebrow.

“Right now I'm not so sure,” Isaac looked down guiltily.

“Yes you are…you just don't want to admit it,” Carrie decided.

“If I were thinking clearly...I wouldn’t be…” He found himself trailing off, looking down her shirt again, he lost his train of thought.

“ Alright. so maybe our thoughts are a bit clouded, wasn’t that the point of this little binge? I mean...never mind...” she rolled her eyes, “Never mind, I give up.”

Isaac looked up at her, his head swimming, his mouth forced out words that he was pretty sure he hadn’t intended to say, “why is it girls always give up the minute they're beginning to get somewhere...”

Carrie walked up to him with a confused but curious look, at the same time taking on that sexy vixen look she was so good at.

Isaac stood slowly, a little unsteady.

“And exactly...where...was I getting?” Carrie queried.

“I'm not sure, you stopped before I could tell,” Isaac shrugged.

“Well, if you had to guess, what road would you say I was headed down? And should I keep going?”

Isaac walked over to the bar, and poured himself another vodka, pausing at the thought, he’d admitted that four vodkas would admittedly make him ‘shag’ anyone.  Maybe this fourth vodka was not a very good idea?  Then again, he decided it could be a move.

Carrie walked towards him and suddenly made a right turn around the couch headed in the opposite direction – towards the stairs.

Isaac watched her, his eyes widened.  He knocked the drink back, and then watched her again.  She stopped on the first step, and turned, looking at him.  She was beckoning him.  Isaac put the glass down and walked over.

“Glad you decided to join me,” she smiled seductively, she took his hand and they began their way up the staircase. 

Isaac’s stomach done a flip-flop with every step they took up the staircase.  But the alcohol in his system made him brave enough to keep walking.  He held his breath, Carrie led him along a small hallway when they reached the top of the stairs, and straight into a bedroom – hers.  She stopped, and reached over to push the door closed, purposely pressing her body against his.  Isaac looked down, chewing his lip, his heart racing.

Carrie stepped backwards until she met the bed and then eased onto it, her legs extended in front of her, leaning back on her hands.   Isaac began to approach, tripped over one of her shoes that had been carelessly left on the floor, he dropped to his knees and laughed, he felt giddy.  Carrie reached over and took his hands, pulling him to her, Isaac’s balance was lost and he dropped onto her, his eyes meeting hers, their mouths close.

Carrie wrapped her arms around him and embraced him, pressing her mouth against his softly.  Isaac returned the kiss, shy at first, unsure and careful.    It did occur to him that they were on a bed – and that something was about to happen.  It also did occur to him that he was about to break every rule and regulation his morals had once stood for.  And he didn’t mind.  The alcohol had intoxicated him, his head was swimming, he felt dizzy, and at the same time, he felt more relaxed than he’d been in a long time, and more happy than he’d been in forever.  As he kissed Carrie, the thoughts of what her older brother would do to him if he found out began to drift away – replaced with the thoughts of what they could do on this bed.

 Carrie began to push Isaac from her body but at the same time pulling his clothes in all different directions.  She seemed to be in a rush. Isaac pulled away from her lips and put his hands on her face "slow down" he whispered.

The light was off and the sun was setting, making Carrie's room darker.  All that they could see of each other were shadows and anything they were unsure of they felt their way through.  Isaac complied with Carrie’s actions and began removing his shirt, kissing her again.  Carrie's shirt began to come up with the movement of their bodies, she felt Isaac's hand on her stomach then on her side.  Feeling him touch her like that, his hands on her bare skin, made her want him even more – more than she’d ever wanted him in all these years.  She reached down pulling her shirt further up, giving Isaac more access to her flesh.

Isaac brushed his lips against her neck softly, trying to ignore the heavy thudding of his heart, or the weighing of his conscience trying to tell him this wasn't right.  He didn't care, all he knew was he was more excited than he had ever been in his entire life, a huge build up from all the times he'd held back as if he were some priest under an oath of celibacy.  He felt her hands glide up his back, she pulled him down closer, their bodies pressing together until not a single inch of space was left between them.  Isaac stifled a soft moan into her neck, and tried to not get too carried away with the pleasure yet.

He was taken by surprise when Carrie pushed him onto his back and threw her leg over him. As she pressed down against him, she could feel how aroused he was.  She pulled her hands down his bare chest then crossed her arms to pull her shirt completely off.  She threw her hair back and tossed the shirt behind her on the floor not far from his. As she leaned forward to kiss him she felt his hands move down the small of her back over her bra and down to her jeans.  But he didn't stop there.  He went a little further putting his fingertips just barely down her pants.  She kissed down his neck and let out a loud sigh right in his ear as he grazed the skin beneath her panties.

Isaac slid his hands along her waistband and fumbled with the button fly of her Levi jeans, finally getting the first two buttons undone.  She stopped him, "Wait," she instructed.  Isaac looked at her as if she were insane, she'd got him this far and was now asking him to wait?!  He watched as she clambered off of his body and felt around in the darkness, finding a box of matches.  She struck a match and lit a few scented candles nearby, Isaac observed how the candle light flickered, highlighting her body, making her eyes glitter, she looked at him and smiled a little, then chewed her lip in a coy, but ever so naughty way.  He reached over and pulled her back to him, kissed her deeply, this time letting his tongue protrude into her mouth, his hands made nimble work of the last three buttons of her jeans and he slid them down her hips slowly, nervously.

Carrie swayed her body and eased out of her jeans while at the same time kissing Isaac's neck softly then reached down to unbutton and unzip his pants.  Isaac rolled her over onto her back and stood up in front of her pushing his pants over his hips and letting then fall the rest of the way to the ground.  He started to climb back on the bed when Carrie sat up and met him half way. She pushed him back and stood up.  She gave him a short passionate kiss then turned to draw the covers back.  As she stood leaned over the bed she felt Isaac behind her. Carrie stood up slowly and leaned into him. He kissed her neck and pulled his left hand up her stomach to her breast, leaving hiss other hand to caress her right hip.

Carrie let out a soft moan, reached behind her and buried her hand into his hair, savouring the feel of his lips on her neck, his hands softly brushing against her flesh.  She felt him struggle with the back of her bra, she could hear his breathing quicken and his sigh of frustration as he couldn't get the damned thing off.  She could sense his anticipation, and feel his excitement pressing against her posterior, she giggled, somewhat pleased.  The bra finally came off, and fell to the floor, she turned around and they collapsed onto the bed, kissing once again, Isaac's hands roaming over her bare chest, getting more excited with every caress he bestowed upon her.

He moved slowly down her neck with his mouth, using his tongue a little more every time him mouth touched her skin. She brushed her hands through his hair as he kissed her breast and rubbed her stomach.  She savoured the feel of his lips softly caressing the delicate flesh of her nipple.  Her chest began to rise and fall quicker and quicker. She pulled him back up to her and kissed him again. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her fingertips into his back lightly.

Isaac pulled back a little and looked down at her, she was beautiful in the candle light, and for a moment, he could not help but stare trying to etch the image into his mind for all eternity so he could never forget how she looked right the.  He leaned up, perched on his knees and ran his hands down her sides to her hips, and caught the sides of her underwear under his thumbs and began to slide them down slowly, his breath catching in his throat.  He pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them carelessly away, climbing back over her to kiss her passionately, their tongues mingling.  He ran the tips of his fingers lightly down her stomach, hand trembling and touched her between her legs, trying to not get over-excited at the fact he was touching her there.  The area was warm, and moist, and this seemed to be an all out signal that only made him want her even more, he yearned to be with her, the ache in his loins so intense it made him whimper. 

Carrie's moans grew and louder and louder as Isaac's hand roamed between her legs.  He leaned in and kissed her neck; she laid on her back with one hand in his hair and the other extended out gripping the sheets. Isaac drew his hand up but moved his head back down to her breast. These body parts seemed to infatuate him. They were we worm to his lips and soft to his touch. He couldn't get enough of the taste left in his mouth.   She flinched slightly indicating he was a bit to rough with her delicate area, he calmed himself realizing he had gotten a bit carried away.  He moved back up and kissed her again as he rolled his body completely onto hers. 

Carrie reached down and slid his boxers down, indicating that it was time to take the final step into their adventures.  He nervously pulled back, beginning to feel self- consciousness slipping through, he knelt up, pulling his boxers back up, breathing fast.  She raised her eyebrow in confusion, "what is it?" she demanded worriedly.

He swallowed, "I just...I...I've never done this before..." he bit down on his lip and looked away from her, flushed with embarrassment, still breathing heavy.  His thoughts began to flail desperately, what if she thought he was inadequate, what if she thought he was a terrible lover, what if she wasn't satisfied with him?  He couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Oh..." Carrie sat up and rested back on her hands. "So? There has to be a first time for every thing."

Isaac tried to look at her but couldn't. "Carrie...what if—"

He was interrupted by her finger over his mouth. "Shhhh...just relax, and trust me" She pushed him over onto his back and slowly inched his boxers down, looking him in the eye the entire time. Isaac glanced at her every few seconds but avoided eye contact. He lifted his body letting her pull his shorts the rest of the way down. She pulled the shorts from around his ankles. and tossed them while at the same time letting her eyes drift up his now entirely bare body pausing in different places. She placed her hands on his knees slid them up his legs slowly. At this point Isaac had forgotten his worries and couldn't take his eyes off of hers.

His eyes were locked to hers like metal to a magnet, he felt her hands glide slowly and smoothly up his thighs.  His chest was rising and falling quickly in excitement, his breath spurting out quickly and inhaling slowly.  He arched his back as her hands found his manhood.  He closed his eyes and murmured the lords name in vain, he quivered in pleasure, moaning as her hands explored up and down his throbbing member.  Carrie smiled, seeing him in such pleasure filled such a void in her, at that moment in time she felt like her purpose in life was simply to pleasure him.

When she suddenly stopped, Isaac gasped.  "Why did you stop?" she leaned forward and kissed his stomach lightly; she continued up his stomach to his chest...as his breathing grew deeper and deeper.  She kissed his neck and slowly lifted her leg over his body as his hands slid around her waist.  They kissed for a moment, him on his back, her perched over him on all fours. Carrie drew back and from his lips and peered at him through her hair falling in her face. Isaac pushed her hair out of the way and gave her a half smile.  She had reassured him.

He pulled her down and rolled over onto her, kissed her throat up to her jawline, upon reaching her ear he whispered, “I think I love you..." He hadn't even thought about it until the words passed his lips, but the thought that he had gone this far with her had to mean something, when he wouldn't have gone this far with any other girl. 

She and moved his hair away from his eyes and kissed his forehead, "I always did love you," she murmured sweetly.  They kissed lovingly, and Isaac positioned himself, feeling prepared, and ready.  Knowing it was time to give himself to her, he guided himself into her slowly, and she stifled her moan into his shoulder, he paused, "you okay?" he questioned in concern.  She gave a soft nod.  He kissed her again and began softly swaying into her, the ache that had been plaguing him turning into a satisfying ecstasy he'd never felt before.  His senses felt enhanced, he became so aware of the scent of her perfume, the velvety texture of her skin against his, and the warmth of her body as she enveloped him.

Isaac's rhythm found a consistency, he could feel her feet gently rubbing his calves, it was driving him crazy, with one thrust drove himself deeper into her.  She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs completely around him. He kissed her neck passionately as she pulled her hands into his back.  Carrie's moans grew louder and louder but still were smooth and sensual. Isaac locked eyes with her once again and they kissed softly one of his hands by her shoulder, the other on her breast.

Carrie began to sway under him, building more rhythm, rolling her hips forward into his.  Isaac moaned deep in his throat, and began moving harder to match her rhythm.  Carrie threw him over onto his back, straddling him, and began rocking harder.  He looked up at her, ran his hands up her waist and cupped her breasts softly, his eyes roved her body as she continued to ride him, her hands on his chest, propping herself up.  He pushed himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her and kissed his way from one shoulder along her collarbone to the other shoulder, listening to her moan softly.  Her hands gripped his shoulders hard, and he felt her shuddering, around his member he felt her body tighten in pulses, he watched her face, she threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy as she reached orgasm.  The tight pulsing from her body gave Isaac even more pleasure. He wanted this feeling to last forever but he knew it would soon be over, he began breathing harder and knew he was close to the point Carrie had just reached, teetering on the brink of what he knew he needed more than anything.  He groaned and pushed himself up onto his knees lifting her with him; he then placed her on her back and with a few more deep, furious thrusts he exploded inside of her.  He let out a hard groaning sigh and every muscle in his body collapsed.

They lay for what seemed like endless moments tangled in a loving embrace that felt like it would last forever, he brushed his lips against her forehead, and smiled, deliriously happy, and satisfied.   He withdrew from her and lay at her side, breathing heavy, exhausted.  She slid closer and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat coming down.  "Don't go home tonight," she murmured softly. 

"Okay," He agreed still breathing a bit deeply.  All the candles Carrie lit had burned out except one. It's flame was small and dim, but still burning on top of her nightstand next to her bed.  They both lay and looked at the tiny fame trying to find what to say to one another.  Isaac wrapped his arms around Carrie and tried to speak. So exhausted, his voice was harsh and cracked.  He took a slow, deep breath and cleared his thoughts.  He reconsidered whether or not to speak or just lay with her in silence and take in this time.

Carrie smiled and leaned up and blew the candle out and lay back beside him, curled up against his nude body.  Isaac smiled and held her, feeling exhaustion begin to settle over him, he closed his eyes and began to drift into a relaxed and peaceful sleep, beside him, Carrie watched his face, lit by the moonlight streaming in through the window, until fatigue weighed over her and she soon, fell asleep, in the arms of the man she loved.

 

THE END

 

 

BACK!!

Email Ash & Shan