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This is my first entry into the Table of Fluff. Written for the oh so awesome zbyszko who is the mother of all the Wooly Ryans. She has sent me my very own (and I'm going to build him a coffin as soon as I get him).
This is smutty. It's a continuation of my Ryan/Taylor fic that can be found here.
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“So, what are we doing today?” Seth asks, bounding into the kitchen.
I look at him over my cereal.
“What? Did you already make plans or something, you’re not still mad about yesterday, are you?” Seth asks, settling into the seat beside me and grabbing a bagel from the basket.
Summer appears, looking fresh as always carrying a basket of fruit.
“Summer? What’s with the produce?” Seth asks.
“It’s a fruit basket. It’s for cheering people up…I mean, we always send fruit baskets for funerals and wakes…” Summer explains, as if it should all make sense.
“So, did someone die?” Seth counters, glancing at me.
“No, I mean, not in our little universe or whatever. But…I just wanted to do something nice.”
“Aw, thanks, honey,” Seth grins, reaching out to pull her into a hug.
“Not for you, Cohen, for Ryan. I’m really sorry about yesterday. Marissa hasn’t been treating you very well and me and Cohen shouldn’t have pushed you,” Summer says, swatting at Seth’s roaming hands.
I nod my acceptance and she seems satisfied. “So, what are we doing today? There’s a sale at the mall…”
“You promised we could go to the new IMAX movie that opens today,” Seth interrupted.
Summer frowns. “The one that shows all the different ways people die? No way,” she says. “That’s too morbid for me.”
“But you brought a fruit basket!” Seth pouts.
“Atwood, you have to pick. What do you want to do today?”
I open my mouth to answer, but I don’t have to because Taylor walks into the kitchen in a tight white blouse under a pink sweater. She’s wearing a skirt today and it’s just short enough to make my dick remember the feel of her mouth.
“Taylor? What are you doing here?” Summer asks.
“We’re hanging out today,” I answer and she gives me a smile.
“What?” Seth chokes on his bagel.
“What…what are you going to do together?” Summer stammers, looking between us.
“Ryan and I have a big day planned,” Taylor says as I put my bowl in the sink and shrug on my jacket.
“What?” Seth manages, still choking. Summer starts slapping him on his back.
I grab an apple from the basket and toss it to Taylor who catches it and tucks it into her purse. “Thanks, Summer.”
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“Big day?” I ask when we end up in her room again.
“It’s a big day for me anyway,” she says, folding my jacket and placing it neatly on her desk. I put my phone down on her nightstand, beside a large box of condoms. Nice.
“So, no carnivals today?”
She smiles and I find myself smiling back. She’s so different from everyone I’ve ever met.
“I figured we could just veg out today. Be friends,” she says, sitting down on the bed beside me and throwing both arms around my neck and pulling me into a welcome kiss.
“Sounds like a big day to me,” I reply when she lets me catch my breath.
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After a lengthy session of kissing and fondling, we’re curled up on her bed. She’s relaxed in her lacy yellow bra and thong and I’m down to my underwear but she told me that her mom’s out of town so we have all day to get to the prize.
I start flipping the channels on the TV and she pulls a bag out of her nightstand drawer and rearranges to sit cross-legged on the bed beside me.
“What are you doing?” I ask finally.
She pulls out a pair of shiny knitting needles and a ball of yarn. “Knitting.”
“Knitting?”
She points the needle at me, threateningly. “Don’t make fun of me,” she warns.
“I wasn’t. I just…don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone knit before.”
She takes the needle and rubs the smooth tip around my nipple and it’s cool. Her eyes light up when she sees my dick pressing against my boxer briefs.
“It keeps me distracted. Gives me something to focus on,” she says, still staring at my erection. Finally, she returns her attention to the needles and flips her wrists a few times before settling into a steady rhythm.
I can’t take my eyes away from the dark yarn being laced together by her skilled hands.
“Ooh, Mythbusters, let’s watch this,” she says, nodding to the screen.
She’s totally focused on the show and doesn’t seem to mind that I’m staring at her.
“What are you making?” I ask, sliding over to get a closer look.
“It’s going to be a scarf,” she replies.
“Nice.” I touch the yarn and it’s softer than I thought it would be. She smiles down at me when I plant a soft kiss on her wrist.
”You’re distracting me,” she says as I kiss a trail up her perfect skin to her shoulder.
“Sorry…” I whisper. She leans her head to the side so I can have full access to her smooth neck.
Her breasts are heaving slightly now and I can see the outline of her dark nipples through her bra.
“I’m not going to stop knitting,” she says, leaning her head backwards now so I can kiss her chest.
I gently lift her up and pull her so she’s sitting on my lap, my legs between hers. She never stops knitting, but her rhythm definitely slows when she feels my cock rubbing against her crotch.
“Keep going…I want to see how focused you really are.” I unclasp her bra and catch her full breasts in my hands, massaging her nipples with my palm as I suck at the soft flesh of her collarbone.
She starts to grind herself onto my trapped cock and it’s driving me wild. I grab a condom and push her forward gently so I can pull my boxers down enough to sheath myself.
The clicking of the needles speeds up when I push her thong aside and lift her up until her wet opening is poised above my throbbing cock.
She gasps as I grip her waist and slide my cock into her tight pussy in a quick motion and she takes several shallow breaths, leaning one hand back to splay across my chest.
“Focus,” I whisper and she snorts, pinching my nipple before leaning forward to resume her knitting.
She adjusts to my size, pushing her body forward and backwards a few times before flipping her hair at me and giving me a sultry look.
I take a breast in each hand and start to push my cock in and out, slowly at first but I can feel her juices on my legs and I start to fuck her with more force. I use her breasts to hold her steady and she starts to moan with every thrust.
Finally, she drops the needles and yarn and puts her hands behind her, holding me flat against the bed and squeezing my arms as she starts to ride my cock, her back rippling from her efforts.
“Fuck!” she screams and I lose it, the dirty word from her mouth pushing me over the edge.
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