-Jacey-
I waited while Caleb took our silverware and the empty can down to the lake, praying he didn’t get lost on the way back. The sun was just starting to dip down from its peak outside the window, and I knew my father and Jeanie probably wouldn’t even be worried about our absence until sunset.
The silence without Caleb was maddening. It made me even more nervous about whether or not he was okay out there. He was wandering around in boxers, for God’s sake.
I didn’t know what time it was, but after a while, I decided it was taking too long. I stood up from the bed and started towards the door.
It opened just as I was reaching for the knob, and there was Caleb with two spoons in his hand, and nothing else but his boxers.
“The wind took the clothes,” Caleb said in frustration, crowding me back into the room.
“Crap.” I wandered back over to the bed and plunked down on it. “No sign of anyone on the lake?”
“I didn’t see anybody. I got some rocks and spelled out ‘HELP’ back where we were, but I don’t think you can see it from the lake.” Caleb sat down next to me and put an arm around my waist. “I don’t know how anyone’s going to find us.”
“Maybe a ranger will come by,” I replied hopefully.
Caleb raked a hand over his hair. “Yeah, maybe.”
I put a hand on his thigh. “Look. Don’t be discouraged. If nothing else, we can survive in this cabin for a while. Maybe the hunter will come in early moose hunting season. That’s only like three weeks away. Maybe four.”
Caleb looked down at his bare thigh with my hand on it and put his warm hand over mine. “I suppose a ranger will be by here within four weeks, even if the moose hunter doesn’t come.”
“Exactly,” I said, swallowing. Caleb’s thigh was firm and muscular. “Do you work out or something?”
“What?” Caleb asked, looking down at me.
“You’re just all... muscle-y,” I responded lamely.
Caleb took his hand off mine to brush my cheek, framing the side of my face with his hand. “Do you like that, Jacey?”
“Y-Yes,” I admitted, not sounding quite as bold as I wanted to.
Caleb ran his thumb along my lower lip. “I do work out, yes. Makes me feel good.”
“Feel good. Right.” I licked my lips nervously.
With a groan, Caleb leaned in and kissed me, his thumb tugging down on my chin so my mouth was open to the invasion of his tongue.
I looped my arms around the back of his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair.
Caleb slipped his hands under my ass and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him—and his growing erection.
“Caleb?” I whispered the question against his lips.
It was a question he answered by gliding his hands up over my back and unsnapping my bra.
I trembled slightly, but did not resist when he pulled my straps down my arms, kissing along the path down one arm from my shoulder to my elbow.
“Shh, Jacey. I’m gonna take good care of you,” Caleb murmured, pulling my bra from me completely and tossing it onto the nearby table. “We don’t have to go all the way. Just stop me when you don’t want to go any further.”
“O-Okay,” I said nervously. I hugged myself to him, my breasts rubbing against his chest, as I was embarrassed of my body.
Caleb didn’t say anything. Instead, he laid me back on the bed so he was now on top of me, his dick hard against my mound. My legs widened of their own volition, accepting the press of his hips.
He leaned on one elbow, the air a bit cool where our bodies were separated. Namely, over my breasts.
I brought an arm up to cover myself, but Caleb kissed me and tugged my arm back down.
“Jacey, I want to see you. I want to see your beautiful breasts,” Caleb said.
“I don’t know about ‘beautiful.’” I blushed.
Caleb stroked my cheek, then kissed me. “Let me be the judge of that.”
With a sigh, I turned my face away to hide my insecurity and let Caleb look to his heart’s content. What I heard was a sharp intake of breath.
Then I felt the rough pad of this thumb rub over my nipple as he cupped my breast.
My whole body jerked. It felt positively electric.
“Rose. I like it,” Caleb murmured. “Damn, you’re so beautiful, Jacey.”
“Thanks,” I said awkwardly, not sure what else to say. It was hard to believe the compliment, but the evidence of Caleb’s straining cock was also hard to argue with.
Caleb turned my face back to him and kissed me thoroughly. “I mean it,” he insisted. He must have heard the doubt in my voice.
I didn’t know how to answer him, but then, Caleb didn’t seem to need an answer. He kissed me again, then kissed my neck, drawing hard on the skin.
“Caleb?” I asked, wondering about the sharp sting, even as I tangled my fingers in his hair.
Caleb licked the spot. “I don’t want any of those college boys thinking they can touch you. You’re mine.”
The idea sent a thrill down my spine. “I am?”
“Mhm. I’ve decided.” Caleb nuzzled my neck. “Is that okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” I said, my senses completely overwhelmed by the sight, smell, and feel of Caleb.
Caleb rocked his hips between my legs, and his cock rubbed right where I wanted it. I whimpered. “Good,” Caleb whispered in my ear before starting back on the journey he’d embarked on.
He made his way slowly from my neck to my collarbone, then lower to my chest. I knew what was coming next, but still arched under him, pressing against his mouth when he sucked my nipple gently between his teeth.
It felt so good, I thought my brain might short-circuit.
I held Caleb’s head to my breast, panting, getting warm and wet as he did positively indecent things with his tongue.
Then he let my nipple go with a low pop, and my body keenly felt the loss until he delivered the same attention to my other breast.
“Caleb,” I all but whined, my hips rolling. I rubbed against his cock, and Caleb let out a hiss.
“I’ll bet you’re wet,” he said. “Will you let me find out?”
“F-Find out? I can just tell you,” I replied, confused. “I think I’ve soaked my panties.” I figured I might as well tell him. He was going to feel it through his boxers soon enough.
Caleb chuckled. I felt his hand smooth down over my belly and play along the waistband of my bikini briefs. He skimmed a finger underneath, and I held my breath.
“Let me touch you, Jacey. Let me make you feel good,” Caleb whispered.
“You’re already making me feel good,” I blurted, my body tingling deliciously under his touch.
“I can make you feel better,” Caleb said, nipping my lower lip. “Let me?”
“W-What do you need me to do?” I asked.
“Relax, and spread your legs a little bit more,” Caleb replied. His hand disappeared into my panties when I did what he asked.
Oh God. He was going to...
Caleb feathered his fingers over my slit, probably finding me very wet for him. Then he pushed past it, exploring me intimately.
His thumb found my clit and I jumped.
“Trust me,” Caleb said against my skin. “Trust me, Jacey. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“I do trust you,” I responded. “I’m just... it’s so... it’s so much!”
Caleb didn’t reply, just rubbed the light stubble on his chin over my nipple while he thumbed my clit.
I thought I might come right out of my skin. “Caleb!”
Caleb sucked my nipple hard, pushing a finger inside me at the same time.
My virgin hole clamped around the invader.
“Relax. Shh, relax, Jacey.” Caleb’s words feathered over my wet, pearled nipple.
Panting, I thought relaxing thoughts. Though my body was uncertain, my mind trusted Caleb and wanted whatever he was about to give me.
When he deemed me relaxed enough, Caleb went back to his ministrations, sucking my nipples, rubbing his thumb against my clit. His finger began thrusting in me as well.
It was sensation overload, and I didn’t want it to end.
I barely noticed when Caleb inserted a second finger. I had one hand buried in his hair, one digging into his back, and I was making sounds I didn’t recognize.
Then Caleb hooked his fingers inside me, and I cried out, light exploding behind my eyes as the best orgasm I had EVER had rolled over my body.
Caleb pressed his forehead to mine as I came down, his expression strained. “You’re not ready for full-on sex yet, are you?”
My brain was completely scrambled, and my breaths were coming in little gasps. I didn’t know how to answer him.
“I didn’t think so,” he answered for himself. “I’m going to cum on your stomach, okay? You just lay still.”
Breathless, I nodded.
Caleb sat back on his heels, pushing down his boxers just enough to get his cock out. I wasn’t sure how cock size generally went, but in my eyes he was HUGE.
He wrapped his hand around his rigid shaft and started stroking himself, biting his lip, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.
I felt I should be helping, given all he’d done for me, so I sat up a little and tentatively reached out and touched his tip and the bead of precum that had formed there.
Caleb’s eyes flew open, and he locked eyes with me.
“I want to help,” I said softly.
Caleb swallowed and nodded. “Give me your hand.”
I held it out to him, and he wrapped my hand around his swollen shaft. He kept his hand over mine, showing me how he liked to be jerked off.
It wasn’t long before Caleb groaned, and his thick, white cum pulsed over my stomach. A little even landed on my breasts and chin.
Caleb’s eyes became hooded, and he thumbed the little bit of cum off my chin. “Open your mouth.”
I knew what he wanted, and I did exactly as I was told.
He pushed his thumb with his cum on it into my mouth. “Suck.”
I licked his thumb and sucked it clean, surprised at the salty tang.
“Jesus FUCK that was hot,” Caleb whispered.
“Yeah...” I agreed. “Yeah, it was...”
Caleb gave me a slow smile. “I’m going to go check out the drawers and see if I can’t find something to clean you up with. Then, we’re gonna snuggle.”
“I’d like that,” I said shyly. Though, I supposed I shouldn’t be shy. I had Caleb’s cum all over me.
Caleb slid off me and off the bed, and I missed his warmth almost immediately. He went through the few drawers there were next to the pantry, and came back triumphant with a towel.
Gently, Caleb wiped me clean of his cum, then tossed the towel aside and kissed me on the mouth. He climbed into the small bed and laid on his side, gathering me against him.
“What are we going to do when our parents find us?” I asked Caleb softly.
“Hope I’m not cock deep in you at the time,” Caleb teased.
I swatted him. “I’m serious.”
“Well, one, they’d actually have to find us, and it looks like that’s going to be a while. Two, we’ll be very discreet. I don’t want to break my mother’s heart, and I’d rather your father didn’t kill me,” Caleb said.
“I’d rather he didn’t kill you, too,” I responded.
“Are you staying on campus?” Caleb asked. “At the U?”
I giggled. “You really don’t keep track, do you.”
“What? Until yesterday, I was still fighting not to think about you at all,” Caleb said defensively.
“How’d that work out for you?” I asked.
Caleb sighed and looked down at our near-naked bodies. “Not well. But now I’m not complaining.”
“The semester started on the sixth. I live in Middlebrook in the Casa de Español so I can practice my Spanish. West Bank,” I said.
“I hope it’s not girls only,” Caleb grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not. But I do have a roommate.”
“Does the sock on the door thing not work anymore?”
“Caleb!” I protested, blushing furiously.
Caleb kissed my temple. “Kidding, kidding. We’ll work it out.”
I bit my lip, staring out the window, outside our little bubble.
“I hope so,” I said.