CHAPTER ELEVEN
“You seem, like, really excited for this,” Gabe said as he and Liz got into his car.
“I am,” she replied.
He chuckled, started up the car, and got to driving.
Last night with Ellen had been...intense. Gabe was very grateful for the fact that he hadn’t woken up sore. Though he was vaguely frustrated because when he’d awoken this morning at eight AM, he’d been extremely horny.
And he hadn’t done anything about it.
Because he really wanted to be extra horny when he fucked Liz. Out of them all, she was the one who had slept with him the least. And not simply because she was the most recent addition to the household.
Now that he thought about it, there didn’t really seem to be one single reason.
It seemed like any time one of them was horny and interested in fucking the other, they’d been busy.
Him with writing or having an in-depth conversation with one of the others.
Her with working out or being out exploring the city.
If she wasn’t so obviously into him, he’d have been a little concerned.
It was probably just the fact that their lives were in such upheaval. A lot was happening and it was exciting, and sex was definitely exciting, but it also wasn’t everything.
And now they were going on a date.
Gabe was grateful that he wasn’t really feeling it yet.
Which he thought spoke to his mental and physical health.
His ability to go out and be social had been pretty pathetic before meeting Ellen.
And ever since they’d gotten together, it had been a trial by fire.
And evidently he was better for it. He still felt like he had a lot of charge in his social batteries.
As they drove through the city, he glanced over at her.
Liz looked amazing.
She had on some ripped, baggy jeans and a tanktop under a hoodie, which she’d balled up and tossed in the back.
She had on a fairly obvious sports bra under that, and goddamn did it show off her breasts so perfectly when she leaned forward.
He noticed again that her easy smile had been replaced with a somewhat more manic one.
She also seemed to be having trouble sitting still.
“Is there something I’m missing? I mean, I’m really damned happy to be out here with you, but you seem particularly amped. Not that I’m complaining...are you planning something?”
Liz snapped her gaze to him, looking at once both surprised and annoyed. Then she sighed. “Goddamnit. Krystal’s right. We literally can’t keep anything from you.”
“Hey, I’m completely fine with surprises.”
“But they aren’t surprises if you know they’re coming.”
“I mean, they still are. I don’t know what’s coming. I mean, you don’t know what’s coming, but you know something is. Is the surprise ruined?”
She pursed her lips, then smiled, almost reluctantly. “No,” she admitted. Liz began to say something else, then paused, then sighed in annoyance.
He glanced at her again. She was blushing.
“What?” he asked.
“I just...this feels so weird! Gabe, I’ve never been with a guy. At all. And it’s so damned rare that I see a guy who actually makes me feel, you know, excited and horny. Like how girls do. But with you, now that I’ve actually let you into my...life-”
“And your pussy,” he muttered.
She sighed heavily, unable to keep from grinning. “Yes, Gabe. Thank you for pointing that out. I’m not fucking horny enough as it is...anyway, Mister Fuckface, like I was saying, ever since I let you into my life, you just...so effortlessly smash through all my defenses.”
“Yeah, I do.”
She growled. “You are pushing my buttons.”
“I...kinda can’t stop. Oh man, this must be how Krystal and Chloe feel.”
She laughed, loudly and unexpectedly. “Are you fucking bratting at me!?”
“I guess so. Continue.”
“I...whatever. I’m not used to it, Gabe.
It’s disorienting. In a good way, but it’s still so weird.
You’re so...different. Like, with you, it’s like something suddenly coming into focus.
Like, everything the other girls in my life were talking about when they obsessed over boys, it’s suddenly like: oh! Now I get what you were talking about!”
“Interesting. Man, I am so fucking glad I got lucky with you. You are so damned awesome and hot.”
She laughed and shook her head, blushing worse. “Shut up.”
“Having some trouble keeping focused because of the boy you like?” he asked, reaching over and squeezing her thigh.
“Gabe! I will fucking wreck this car!”
He laughed and withdrew his hand. They were nearly to their destination anyway.
A moment later, he pulled into the parking lot at the beginning of a nature trail.
The day was relatively pleasant, for February.
It was somewhere in the mid fifties and the sun was out.
What he called hoodie weather, which was why he had his.
“You gonna grab your hoodie?” he asked as they got out.
“I guess I should, but I doubt I’ll need it,” she murmured, reaching back and grabbing it before closing the door.
She tied it off around her waist.
“You’re really not cold?” he asked.
“No. I don’t know what it is. I just don’t really.”
“You are lucky.”
“I suppose so. Come on!”
She took his hand and led him out of the lot, past a stand that had a map and a bunch of pamphlets.
Gabe was aware of nature trails, he’d walked a couple in the past, but ultimately had chosen to stick with parks.
Nature trails were kind of a commitment.
You couldn’t just leave whenever you felt like it, you had to either go back or finish the trail, and that could be like half an hour.
But Liz had insisted on this one, and he’d been fine with that.
“So, Gabe,” she said after they’d walked for a few minutes at a surprisingly brisk pace, “we’re going to fuck out here.”
“Oh. Wow. Okay.”
“You’re cool with that?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m so fucking horny right now. How long has it been since we’ve had sex?”
“Um…” He considered it. “Shit, like, a week? Wait, no, that can’t be right.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s no way I could stay away from your fat tomboy ass for that long.”
She snorted, then laughed. “Well, apparently you can because that’s what I remember, too.”
“That can’t be right...shit, I guess so. Sorry.”
“I mean, me too. You came to me at least four times and I was busy with something. And believe me, I fucking wanted to, but I just...I get really into shit when it’s new. And right now everything is new. So, I’m going to make up for that today.”
“Is that my surprise?” he asked.
She sighed. “You don’t need to know about your surprise, mister.”
He chuckled and, after a moment, settled his hand on her broad ass. “I’m a little surprised you wore this. Not that I’m complaining.”
“You like it? I admittedly was nervous, but Krystal assured me it would be fine.”
“Yeah, it looks pretty damn good on you.”
She let out an awkward giggle and blushed again, then sighed and shook her head. “I figured, you know, since you like the fact that I’m a tomboy, I should dress more like one.”
“It worked.”
As they kept walking, winding their way along the trail, through the dead woods that would probably start coming back to life sometime next month, Gabe fucked with her.
He poked her and touched her and squeezed her big ass, and he realized that he had a much deeper insight into Krystal and especially Chloe.
Because it was pretty fun.
Liz was getting annoyed, but he could tell it wasn’t real. Well, it was real, but she didn’t want him to stop. It was such a curious balancing act, and it was the kind of thing that didn’t quite make sense until you were actually involved, doing it yourself.
By the time they reached the spot they wanted to be at, Liz was at a boiling point.
“Get the fuck in there,” she growled, giving him a little shove.
He chuckled. “You mad or something, babe?”
“Oh my fucking-Gabe! You’re worse than Krystal! And that’s saying something! Keep walking!”
He laughed louder and did as she commanded.
Oh yes, this was going to be a rather vigorous fuck.
Which he was very happy with. Gabe wasn’t really into being submissive, but he had learned that he enjoyed it just fine when a woman took control.
He apparently liked it especially if it was a really tall girl doing it...
though he supposed he didn’t have enough of a sample size for that.
He was pretty damn curious about how it was with Liz.
After a moment, he emerged into a clearing that almost looked designed. The tree branches and bushes surrounding its perimeter were particularly dark. Liz pulled her hoodie off her waist and tossed it onto the ground.
“Pillow. Lay the fuck down,” she said, her voice flat.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Gabe laid down on his back, balling the hoodie up and resting his head on it, then put his hands behind his head and looked at Liz as she took a quick look around, then kicked off her shoes and began getting out of her pants.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this...what the fuck are you smirking at?” she growled as she revealed her big hips and her thick thighs and, a moment later, her pussy. “I didn’t trim. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Bush is hot.”
“I figured you could use some variety in your vaginas,” she murmured as she pulled her shirt up, then pulled her sports bra up over her breasts.
They came tumbling out, jiggling and bouncing with all the beauty in the world.
“You sure that isn’t just code for: I was too lazy to shave?” he asked.
Liz stared down at him balefully, hands on her bare hips, lips pressed together. “You are such a lucky boy,” she growled, then got down onto her hands and knees and crawled forward.
For a moment, she hovered over him, smirking down at him, then she leaned in and began making out with him. Gabe felt that wonderful hot pulse of excitement and heat as their lips met and her tongue began working its way into his mouth.
From the outset, Liz set a rather intense standard. As they kissed and then she abruptly got down lower, dug him out of his pants and began sucking his dick, he realized she probably hadn’t fucked around with Krystal at all this morning or last night. Maybe even longer.
And she was clearly impatient.
She sucked him until she had him coated in a layer of her saliva.
Then, as frustrated as ever, mounted him smoothly.
Liz grabbed his cock and slipped the head into herself.
Then she grabbed both of his wrists and leaned forward, simultaneously pressing them down while sliding her sweet, wet pussy down his rigid length.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “You are really wet.”
“Shut up,” she growled, and began riding him.
The pleasure came on like a drug.
Her slick, tight pussy clenched hard around his erection as she moved those big hips, worked those powerful thighs.
Even just watching her was pleasurable. She was so damned fit.
He’d never been with a girl anywhere near as athletic as her, let alone jacked.
Watching the muscles glide beneath her smooth, tan skin, watching her big breasts swaying with the rhythm of their sex, watching her abs as she rode him with an increasing ferocity, it was all incredible.
The effect wasn’t quite ruined by her expression, which was one of almost feral ferocity.
It probably would have looked utterly ridiculous if he was watching a porn, but actually living it?
Actually being stared at by her while she savagely rode him?
That was a different feeling, and it was one he really liked.
Gabe wondered suddenly if he was stronger than Liz. He probably was, but he did wonder. He tried lifting his wrists and got maybe an inch up before she shoved them back down.
“Uh-uh. You ain’t going fucking nowhere,” she growled. “I am going to make you come.”
“You’re...really close,” he groaned.
She chuckled, sounding and looking satisfied and even pleased with herself, then she tightened her grip and began bouncing on him.
Turns out, he was right: Gabe triggered in maybe ten more seconds.
He groaned and got a surprisingly loud moan from her as his hips bucked and he shoved himself deep into her, releasing the first of his seed.
Liz fought for control as he lost himself in the orgasm, felt the hot bliss that was shooting his load into this perfect tomboy goddess. She grinned down at him as she pinned him down, staring directly into his eyes as he finished orgasming.
“There,” she growled, getting off of him and grabbing her pants as she stood.
“Yep. There,” he managed, catching his breath. “Holy shit, that felt good.”
“Yes it did,” she murmured, pulling out some tissue paper and cleaning herself up. “God, you always come so fucking much.”
“Because you all fuck me so good,” he replied, then tucked himself away, as he was getting cold and feeling exposed, and the high of the orgasm was dropping to more reasonable levels. He got to his feet and brushed himself off.
“Okay, now,” she said, stuffing a wad of tissue papers into her jeans pocket, “you are going to make me come. I didn’t want to do it on you and make it look like you pissed yourself.”
He chuckled. “I appreciate that.”
Gabe stepped up to her, kissed her once, then got behind her. He grabbed her and pushed her forcefully over to a tree, making her gasp. Cupping one big, firm breast in his left hand, he lowered his right until he found her clit and began rubbing it vigorously.
“Oh, fuck…” she moaned, trembling against him as she leaned against the tree.
“You like that, you tomboy slut?” he muttered in her ear.
She groaned, almost gagged, shuddering hard. “I’m not...a slut,” she managed.
“Yes, you are. You’re a filthy fucking whore. You just fucked your boyfriend raw out in the middle of the woods. You’re a dirty slut.”
She began to say something, but it died in her throat as a hard shudder ran through her and suddenly she was orgasming.
He kept rubbing, holding her up as she came, a hot squirt escaping her pussy and dripping onto the ground between her legs.
Gabe kept going until she was finished, then he helped her get cleaned up and dressed.