The Lake House
a steamy story from the imagination of miss virginia prude
Though it would be thronging with friends in just a few short weeks, the lake house was quiet this early May weekend. Just a few of the co-owner-friends came out so soon in the Spring. Only four of the eight fair-weather residents were here now, and two were out hiking when she heard him call her name from the sleeping porch.
The chaises lay there, all in a row facing the thinning forest and the lake front beyond. They’d yet to unroll the striped awning, and though the sun was shining down in full force on the house, it was still cool in the midday at this time of year. Alec was reading on one of the chaises, a blanket near by in case it got too cold. “Kara,” he called, “come over here.” And he extended his arm towards her from across the veranda. She crossed the threshold and walked towards him, taking his hand. He drew her wordlessly down to lay at his side.
They had often lain like this, mostly platonic, friends enjoying each other’s closeness and warming themselves with each other’s gentle heat. But that was before. Before they hit the second half of their 30’s. Before real life rushed in. And most importantly, before their break ups.
Kara had recently ended the most significant relationship of her life—an eight year saga that sank with a vengeance just three months ago. Its emotional undertow still sometime pulled her under into the damp world of loss. She was only just now staying above the surface for extended periods, gulping great breaths of air in her renewed singleness. Sometimes, Kara thought she could see a distant but possible shore where she might be happy again.
Alec had divorced a year ago, after finding his wife in bed with his closest friend – two life supports collapsing at once (and two less visitors to the house on the lake.) He had recovered more quickly than Kara, telling everyone that he had known it was over before it was over. In truth, it was the loss of his friend that hurt more than the end of a marriage that had always been thin-ish – like a drink when the ice has melted into it.
Now they were both “getting back to normal,” as their friends described it, and the lake house had been a healing shelter for them both.
Kara lay with her head on Alec’s shoulder, while he curled his arms around her. Soon, he was stroking her hair, pulling his fingers through the long silkiness of it. Except for this stroking motion, they lay very still. Each felt the heat of the other’s skin where it touched in the areas that were newly exposed after a long winter of turtlenecks. Kara’s bra strap slipped below the capped sleeves of her stretchy knit top. Alex’s bicep brushed against it where his arm emerged from his plain white tee.
Kara reached out tentatively and stroked the skin of his neck, drifting from the stubble on his jaw line to the edge of his shirt collar. Once….twice…again, before slipping the pads of her fingers under the neck of his shirt, and sliding along the edge of his collar, pulling down just slightly to expose the light hair on his chest. At this gesture, Alec turned on his side and rotated her towards him. He grasped the back of her thigh, throwing her leg over his hip, making her jeans stretch tight over her ass. He wrapped her body around him like one who had rehearsed his movements in his mind. Kara breathed sharply inward, then smiled at her friend. Their faces were just inches apart as he pulled their bodies even closer together with a hard tug. Kara immediately felt his hardness against her pelvic bone and tipped into press it. Alec’s breath came out with a hot sigh.
Without speaking they did what they always should have done, their mouths finding each other, consuming lips and tongue and skin in hungry mouthfuls. At first he held her head in his hands, pressing her to him in his eagerness. Then his fingers trailed down her hair, her neck, along her breast bone and the v neck of her shirt. When he reached the edge of her simple bra, Alex plunged his fingers under the soft fabric to pinch her nipples. The pleasure rushed into her chest like a hot drink. Kara moved against him then, pressing her hips rhythmically against his cock, rubbing him through their jeans like teenagers at a drive in movie. (They had known each other since then, after all.) They looked at each other with eyes wide and laughing. “Finally,” was the unspoken message, and their hands flew to take off the other’s clothes—Kara pulling off his t-shirt, Alec dragging away her blouse, swiftly unfastening her bra, slipping it off her shoulders with an appreciative gaze at her breasts, pink and firm with arousal. He bent and kissed each one lingeringly, taking her into his mouth like ripe fruit, like soft chocolate.
Again they paused, looking at each other with glee, Kara stroking the contours of his chest, his abs. She was straddling him now on her knees, and the crotch of her jeans pulled up a little, rubbing her with enticing friction. Alec pulled her down even tight against him and she felt her jeans pull up into her wetness. Kara closed her eyes, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. Alec’s fingers moved to her buttons, undoing the fly, releasing the zipper. She rose up on her knees, moving her legs together and between his spread thighs so he could slip her clothes down over her hips, jeans and panties peeling away as one. Almost immediately Alec had lifted her a little higher on her knees, his hands under her buttocks, his face already buried in her hair. Kara groaned as his tongue flicked forward to her clit, lapping her with more hunger than she had ever seen in any man before. She bore her hands down on his shoulders and his drifted up to her breasts, finding their way by touch, pulling hard on her tits as he ate her.
Kara ground almost involuntarily against his face, unaware if she was being a fair lover, totally unselfconscious in her hunger to peak. He was already drenched in her juices and within minutes her body crashed into a pulsing orgasm. At her sharp cry of release, Alec maneuvered his hands between her legs and thrust his fingers into her to feel her pulse. He sucked her a few more times, moaning with a sort of satisfaction, then leaned back against the chaise, more than faintly triumphant.
“Proud of yourself, are you?” teased Kara from her stance above him, her fingers drifting lazily through her pubic hair and down the insides of her thighs.
“Definitely.” was his cheeky reply.
“Well then,” she said rolling off the chaise a little awkwardly and stripping her pants off all the way, “I suppose turnabout is fair play.” Alec reached out one hand to stroke her hip, drifting down her leg to her knee cap, the curve of her calf. Again with the ridiculous smiling for both of them.
Kara stepped her legs wide to straddle the chaise, and lowered herself down onto his upper thighs, her wet fuzz just a fraction away from all his swollenness. She brushed the hair of her cunt against his balls, licking her lip with the tip of her tongue as she stroked the downward arch of each of his hip bones. Reaching for his cock and she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him lightly, slipping around in the wetness at its tip with the pads of her fingers. She knew she should probably extend this time teasing him; take him into her mouth, get him almost off before really fucking him. But frankly she didn’t want to wait. She’d spent most of the past decade being the proper lover. Now, with Alec, she just wanted to be herself in the moment. Still holding him in her fist, Kara pressed her other hand against his chest, lifted her hips, and slid herself onto him slipping her hand down his shaft and across his hip and she went down. Alec held her hips and laid his head back, eyes closed and she moved herself on him. She pivoted her hips in slow circles, rubbing his chest, watching his face express deep pleasure. After a time she tipped her hips forward and he put his hands on her thighs to feel her muscles flex as she lifted herself up and down the length of him, driving his shaft deeply into her, his head striking the tender spot behind her pelvic bone. Kara began to make short pulses of sound with every thrust, the sound of pleasure bordering on pain as the length of him created a delicious pressure inside her. Alec began that familiar male litany of ‘Oh Gods,’ and her own sound grew louder as his voiced pleasure turned her on and on. He was thrusting now too, in time with her, gripping her ass and driving her down harder and harder. Finally, Alec tipped his hips up higher and harder than the other thrusts, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Kara rode him a few more times, getting a few last strokes of pleasure before he twitched with over stimulus, then slowing to a gentle rocking before drifting to a stop.
“Mmmm.” She hummed as she lowered her self down against him, her breasts pressed against his now sweaty chest. “Yum.”
“Yum, indeed!” he replied, pulling the chaise blanket over them and burrowing his face against her now messy hair.
“We should do that again sometime?” Kara asked, tracing around one of his nipples with one fingernail. Though she was trying to be casual, she knew she hadn’t quite kept the worried sound from her voice.
Alec drew back against the chaise cushions, moving away from her slightly and tipping her head up so he could look into her familiar brown eyes. “Yes.” he said steadily, “This—and more—again, and again, and again….”