-Jacey-
In the last light of the day, Caleb and I ransacked the clothes in the shed, finally finding pants and shirts that fit both of us. There were even socks, and a pair of boots for Caleb. Unfortunately, none of the steel-toed boots in the shed were small enough for me. I was left with my rubber, knee-high waders.
The pants were also far too long on me, so I tucked them inside my wading boots. I had found a T-shirt that fit me, though it was tight over the chest, and a flannel button-down to go over it.
Caleb was dressed similarly, only his button-down was blue instead of red.
When night fully fell, Caleb and I moved to the back of the shed. Caleb put a blanket up against the back wall, and we started kicking the boards, letting the quilt muffle our efforts.
My head snapped around when I heard the door open, and I winced as a flashlight shone in my eyes.
Even though I couldn’t yet see it, I heard the distinctive cock of a gun.
“I’d thank you kindly not to ruin our shed,” a man I didn’t recognize said flatly.
“S-Sorry,” I stuttered.
The barrel of the gun sparkled in the light of the flashlight as he pointed the gun first at Caleb, then at me, then back at Caleb. “If I have to come back in here, one of you is getting shot.”
“Yes, sir,” I gulped.
“Good girl. Caleb?” the man prompted.
Caleb was quiet for a beat longer than I thought was prudent, but then he finally said, “Fine.”
“Good. Now, both of you get some sleep. Pretty sure Girard’s going to decide what to do with you in the morning,” the man said. He swung the door shut.
I heard the chain and padlock again.
Hopeless, I flopped cross-legged on our blanket. “Caleb,” I whispered, “are we going to die?”
Caleb was silent a long time. Then he sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms. “I don’t know, Jacey.”
I choked back a sob. I didn’t want to give that asshole outside the satisfaction of hearing me blubber.
Caleb kissed my temple, then my lips, trying to comfort me.
I wrapped my arms aroundhis neck and kissed him back, playing with his hair.
With a low groan, Caleb pulled back a bit. “Jacey,” he murmured in my ear, “if... if this is going to be our last night...”
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. If we were going to die, I wanted to be close with him at least one more time.
I shrugged out of my flannel shirt and felt in the dark for his, undoing the buttons and sliding it down over his shoulders.
Caleb put a hand on my waist and massaged my skin with his thumb, seeking out my mouth once more and kissing me more urgently.
I started reaching to peel off my T-shirt, but Caleb caught my hand and twined his fingers through mine.
“Just push it up, with your bra. If they come barging in, I want you to be able to get clothes back on quickly,” Caleb said.
“Okay.” I pushed my shirt and bra up.
Caleb’s hand felt its way up my bare skin and landed on one of my breasts. He massaged it, thumbing my nipple.
I made a sound in my throat, but Caleb quickly kissed me again, muffling any more sounds.
Caleb laid me down gently then opened my pants and slid them down just far enough so that I could spread my knees for him. “Baby...” he murmured, teasing his fingers up inside me, “I know you’re probably still a bit sore, and FUCK you’re tight...”
I bit my lip against making noise and laid a hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. I want you to.”
In the dark, I heard Caleb’s zipper open while his fingers worked magic inside me. He pressed his lips to mine as I started making desperate little sounds in my throat.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me. Come around my fingers.”
He found that special spot again, and just barely managed to crash his lips over mine before I let out a yowl, shuddering underneath him as my orgasm rushed through me.
Caleb slowly withdrew his fingers. I soon felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Relax, baby,” Caleb murmured, stroking my hair with one hand while his other arm circled underneath my hips, pulling them up while he gently pushed.
It was much easier than the first time, but he was still so big it was a bit uncomfortable. I whimpered as he inched inside me.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Caleb said, kissing me and running his hand over my breast, teasing my nipple. “Relax for me... I’m only about half in.”
Half?! I was glad he couldn’t see my eyes bulging out of my head at that revelation. Indeed, the inches didn’t seem to stop. When he hit a sore spot, and I let out a little gasp, he’d pull back a little, then push back in a few times until my body relaxed enough for him to keep going.
The last couple of inches, Caleb reached down to massage my clit while he sank into me, distracting me from the discomfort.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort to hold himself back.
I nodded against his cheek, not trusting myself to speak. It hurt a bit, still, but it was nothing like the first time. This time it was... okay. Tolerable.
Caleb began easing himself out, only to surge back in.
I gasped as his large cock filled me again to the brim.
We both realized at the same time I was going to be absolutely unable to be quiet, so Caleb kissed me and kept his mouth on mine, swallowing every sound I made while he made slow love to me.
As the sex progressed, Caleb inevitably became more swollen inside me, but I was slick enough that his entry was still rather easy.
His thrusts became sharper, and I realized it had stopped hurting. In fact, I was starting to tingle inside.
“Caleb?” I whispered, a little confused by the change.
Caleb smiled against my lips and started worrying my clit in earnest.
I didn’t know what to make of the building sensations. And then it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. I felt bliss crackling through my whole body, and I didn’t need or want an explanation. I just didn’t want it to stop.
“There’s my baby,” Caleb groaned, thrusting harder and faster still.
I dug my nails into his T-shirt-covered back crying out into his mouth as my inner muscles trembled and then fisted around his cock.
Caleb moaned back into my mouth, and I felt him cum, spurting hot inside me.
We held each other a long time, Caleb on top of and inside me as he softened.
“How did that feel?” Caleb asked, but I could feel his smirk against my lips.
“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you,” I grinned back.
“Shouldn’t I be?” Caleb chuckled smugly.
I kissed him. “You have every right to be. That felt sooo good.”
“Good.” Caleb reluctantly pulled out of me. He got us back into our clothes, though neither of us put the flannel shirts back on. We’d created too much heat between us.
Caleb wrapped his arms around me and laid down on his back, encouraging me to lay my head on his chest.
I draped my arm over his waist, listening to his heartbeat and the sound of his breath, which gently stirred wisps of my hair.
Caleb rubbed the back of my neck.
A thousand words I could say swirled in my mind as silence fell between us.
“What are you thinking about?” Caleb asked softly.
I shrugged. “Lots of things. Things I shouldn’t think about and don’t need to worry about. Things I’m worried about anyway.”
“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that we don’t die,” Caleb said, toying with my braid.
“I know. Me, too,” I replied.
His lips brushed the top of my head. “What else are you thinking about?”
“Stuff. Weird stuff.” I furrowed my brow. “I don’t know.”
“You can tell me,” Caleb said.
“Well, you know, I wonder if this is wrong sometimes...” I responded slowly, glad he couldn’t see my blush in the dark.
Caleb cupped my ass, pulling me against him so I was half-riding his thigh. “Does it feel wrong?”
“No, it feels... good,” I whispered. “Every time you touch me... it feels... right.”
“Me, too,” Caleb said. “I’m glad I was your first. I... fuck... God help me... I want to be your last.”
I winced. “If things go the way they’re going, that might not be difficult.”
Caleb’s arms tightened around me. “Don’t think that way. We’ll figure this out. We’re not going to die. I refuse. Now that I have you, I refuse to lose you.”
I snuggled Caleb, not sure what to say to that. They were desperate words without any hope of being a promise, but I knew he was just trying to keep my spirits up. I knew he must be scared shitless, just like me.
“What else is bothering you?” Caleb asked after a moment.
I bit my lip. “Well, if we do get out of this and we do get rescued, what do we tell Jeanie and Dad?”
Caleb’s fingers stilled in my hair. “Nothing. We tell them nothing. My mom already said she thought it was gross, and I’m pretty sure Hank will kill me.”
“And me,” I said. “I’m pretty sure he was hanging onto the whole ‘virgin until marriage’ thing.”
“Knowing your dad, that’s a hill he was probably willing to die on,” Caleb snorted. “Then again, I like that about conservative fathers. They don’t ask questions about that.”
“True,” I replied. Not wanting to keep answering Caleb’s questions, I let my hand wander down over his toned stomach to slide into the waistband of his pants.
Caleb caught my wrist. “Nice try. But there’s something big that’s bothering you, and you’re not telling me.”
“Aside from certain death?” I said sheepishly.
Caleb clucked his tongue. “I’m more than happy for you to stroke my dick, don’t get me wrong. But I want us to finish our conversation first.”
I sighed. “We’ve been doing it... without a condom.”
Caleb’s breath caught. “True.”
“I’m not on anything,” I murmured.
With a sigh of his own, Caleb cupped my cheek, thumbing my cheekbone. “Twice isn’t really a big risk, but if something happens... I’ll take responsibility. Whatever you want to do. When we get home, we’ll use condoms.”
“Okay.” It made me feel warm inside to know Caleb intended for us to be together even after we returned to Minnesota.
“Can I say something and you won’t get weird about it?” I asked, threading my fingers through his over his stomach.
Caleb chuckled. “Jacey, anything you want to say, now would be the time to say it, weird or not.”
I swallowed, then whispered, “I love you.”