Chapter 10 is up... sorry about the long delay... Been having a lot of trouble with my computer. Anyway, I'm glad we're up and running again, I hope you're enjoying the story so far... Let me know what you all think. 
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Chapter 10
They walked through the pine forest, slowing because of the undergrowth, praying they were going in the right direction, but uncertain even as they walked. it was really dark here deep in the forest, where there were no sounds at all. Nothing. there wasn't anything at all, just silence. Suddenly Rebel heard something. A very faint sound. It was like the desperate cry of something, off to his left, not too far away, muffled and faint. He looked at Kristie... She heard it too.
They moved more rapidly now, eyes straight ahead, till they came to a small clearing. The rich high grass waving in the breeze. flowers, were blooming wildly, Kristie pointed down a grassy slope.
"Hey, look, there's a farmhouse"
There was a farmhouse... A large two story house, like something you would see on the Waltons. A white picket fence surrounded the front yard. A huge red barn was about 300 hundred feet from the house with a pasture behind it. Other small sheds were built next to the barn.
An eerie silence hung in the air. Rebel realized that the only sounds they heard were the rustling of the wheat and the swishing of the wind. Goosebumps crawled upon his skin. All of the living creatures in the area had already taken shelter from an incoming storm.
Kristie became aware of a growing rustling sound. She looked past Rebel and saw a vague curtain of dark blue approaching. The storm was almost here. Rebel's hand shot out and grasped her arm in a vice-like grip. She gasped in shock from the sudden pull on her arm. Stumbling, Kristie quickly caught her balance.
The rumbling thunder was abrupt and nearly caused Kristie to stumble again. A blinding flash of light erupted from the tree line, not far from where they were. The force of the concussion knocked them both to the ground. Kristie's world was invaded by light and sound. Seconds passed slowly, as the ringing in her ears faded and her vision returned. She was curled up into a fetal position and rocking slowly back and forth; tears were streaming down her cheeks and the shrieking was coming from her, not the wind.
A gentle prod brought her back to her senses.
"Come, on Kristie! We're not far from safety! Get up!" yelled Rebel over the sound of the rainfall.
Kristie shot up from the ground in response, grabbing Rebel's hand fiercely. The smell of rain and smoke was overpowering. She let herself be half dragged and half pulled for a few feet before she began to place one foot in front of the other in an effort to keep up with her companion.
She raised her eyes and could see the huge red barn ahead of them. It must be over thirty feet tall, she thought. Her endurance was almost gone, but somehow she found the willpower to pick up the pace as they raced toward the barn. Slowly, Rebel slid an old wood door open.
"Get inside now!" Rebel shouted and shoved her forward.
Kristie obeyed, and stepped inside the narrow door at the rear of the barn. A flash of lightning lit up the interior of the barn. From what they could see, old horse stalls were lined against one of the walls and a few on the opposite wall where other livestock were kept, and a flatbed truck in the center before two large sliding doors. Cobwebs decorated the walls and ceiling alike. By where they came in, an old pail with an equally old liquid sat giving off a rotting stench. Fly’s buzzed around, not making the sight anymore bearable.
"I like what they've done with the place." Rebel said sarcastically, clapping his hands together to get the dirt off.
Kristie laughed a little.
Rebel made his way over to the flatbed truck and collapsed down amongst the hay bails and hay scattered across the bed. His pulse was low and his breathing more erratic as he kept fading in and out of consciousness. Another flash of lightning raced through the clouds illuminating the whole interior of the barn. Kristie suddenly for the first time noticed Rebel's blood soaked pant leg.
"Oh my God, your bleeding!" she shouted
"Oh yeah, another bullet courtesy of the Dawson gang." Rebel answered in a sarcastic, but monotone voice. "It's okay, I'm starting to get used to being shot by Dawson." he managed a wry grin.
"Here let me take care of that for you." Kristie offered ripping his pant leg just above the knee, exposing the wound to the cold air.
Kristie removed her shirt using it as a tourniquet, and tearing it to use as a bandage... Thus displaying her large voluptuous, but well constrained breast. Her red brassiere straining to contain her ample buxom.
Kristie must've been a bit too deep in thought as she failed to see the lightning strike not far from the farm. The *BOOM* of thunder was so boisterous it snapped her back to the now, and right into the arms of Rebel. He caught her with strong yet forgiving hands. Her head pressed against his rock hard chest as she wrapped her arms around him. Her movements appeared to be completely instinctual. Kristie, of course, knew better.
"Push-ups?" She dipped her voice as to put the words into question form. Pressed against his body she could tell there was absolutely no body fat on him.
"Right now?" No thanks." He knew what she meant, he just thought it was a good time to insert some levity into the situation.
She giggled. "I meant, you have a nice body…very fit. You must do a lot of… push-ups… or… whatever. Wow! That sounds really, really dumb now that I hear it out loud." Kristie rolled her eyes as if to mock herself. "I should probably talk less."
Rebel laughed. She joined.
She felt so good in his arms.
With the rain slowing a bit, Kristie lifted her head from Rebel’s chest. She looked into his eyes as time slowed. Although Kristie found his gaze extremely comforting, there was also that twinge of 'bad boy', a combo in which she found very erotic. She invited him with her eyes to move in. He accepted. His face inched closer to hers. Kristie's mouth eased opened. Their tongues instantly braided, each massaging the other as their moist lips connected.
It was magical.
Kristie had never been kissed like this before. Ever. Rebel had the perfect balance of strength and tenderness. She felt his hand slide up the small of her back, up her neck and to the back of her head as his tongue explored her mouth. His other hand held her waist, pulling her lower body to him, against him…tighter. She was already tingling. A soft moan escaped her very busy lips.
It was really coming down now. As their kiss continued to build in intensity, so did the rain-somehow seeming to follow suit. In contrast, the lightning and thunder had all but conceded, but the sound of heavy drops of rain pattering against the aluminum roofing all around them was nearly deafening. It was all so incredibly sexy.
[Rebel and Kristie making love on the flatbed truck as the scene fades to black.]
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Chapter 10
They walked through the pine forest, slowing because of the undergrowth, praying they were going in the right direction, but uncertain even as they walked. it was really dark here deep in the forest, where there were no sounds at all. Nothing. there wasn't anything at all, just silence. Suddenly Rebel heard something. A very faint sound. It was like the desperate cry of something, off to his left, not too far away, muffled and faint. He looked at Kristie... She heard it too.
They moved more rapidly now, eyes straight ahead, till they came to a small clearing. The rich high grass waving in the breeze. flowers, were blooming wildly, Kristie pointed down a grassy slope.
"Hey, look, there's a farmhouse"
There was a farmhouse... A large two story house, like something you would see on the Waltons. A white picket fence surrounded the front yard. A huge red barn was about 300 hundred feet from the house with a pasture behind it. Other small sheds were built next to the barn.
An eerie silence hung in the air. Rebel realized that the only sounds they heard were the rustling of the wheat and the swishing of the wind. Goosebumps crawled upon his skin. All of the living creatures in the area had already taken shelter from an incoming storm.
Kristie became aware of a growing rustling sound. She looked past Rebel and saw a vague curtain of dark blue approaching. The storm was almost here. Rebel's hand shot out and grasped her arm in a vice-like grip. She gasped in shock from the sudden pull on her arm. Stumbling, Kristie quickly caught her balance.
The rumbling thunder was abrupt and nearly caused Kristie to stumble again. A blinding flash of light erupted from the tree line, not far from where they were. The force of the concussion knocked them both to the ground. Kristie's world was invaded by light and sound. Seconds passed slowly, as the ringing in her ears faded and her vision returned. She was curled up into a fetal position and rocking slowly back and forth; tears were streaming down her cheeks and the shrieking was coming from her, not the wind.
A gentle prod brought her back to her senses.
"Come, on Kristie! We're not far from safety! Get up!" yelled Rebel over the sound of the rainfall.
Kristie shot up from the ground in response, grabbing Rebel's hand fiercely. The smell of rain and smoke was overpowering. She let herself be half dragged and half pulled for a few feet before she began to place one foot in front of the other in an effort to keep up with her companion.
She raised her eyes and could see the huge red barn ahead of them. It must be over thirty feet tall, she thought. Her endurance was almost gone, but somehow she found the willpower to pick up the pace as they raced toward the barn. Slowly, Rebel slid an old wood door open.
"Get inside now!" Rebel shouted and shoved her forward.
Kristie obeyed, and stepped inside the narrow door at the rear of the barn. A flash of lightning lit up the interior of the barn. From what they could see, old horse stalls were lined against one of the walls and a few on the opposite wall where other livestock were kept, and a flatbed truck in the center before two large sliding doors. Cobwebs decorated the walls and ceiling alike. By where they came in, an old pail with an equally old liquid sat giving off a rotting stench. Fly’s buzzed around, not making the sight anymore bearable.
"I like what they've done with the place." Rebel said sarcastically, clapping his hands together to get the dirt off.
Kristie laughed a little.
Rebel made his way over to the flatbed truck and collapsed down amongst the hay bails and hay scattered across the bed. His pulse was low and his breathing more erratic as he kept fading in and out of consciousness. Another flash of lightning raced through the clouds illuminating the whole interior of the barn. Kristie suddenly for the first time noticed Rebel's blood soaked pant leg.
"Oh my God, your bleeding!" she shouted
"Oh yeah, another bullet courtesy of the Dawson gang." Rebel answered in a sarcastic, but monotone voice. "It's okay, I'm starting to get used to being shot by Dawson." he managed a wry grin.
"Here let me take care of that for you." Kristie offered ripping his pant leg just above the knee, exposing the wound to the cold air.
Kristie removed her shirt using it as a tourniquet, and tearing it to use as a bandage... Thus displaying her large voluptuous, but well constrained breast. Her red brassiere straining to contain her ample buxom.
Kristie must've been a bit too deep in thought as she failed to see the lightning strike not far from the farm. The *BOOM* of thunder was so boisterous it snapped her back to the now, and right into the arms of Rebel. He caught her with strong yet forgiving hands. Her head pressed against his rock hard chest as she wrapped her arms around him. Her movements appeared to be completely instinctual. Kristie, of course, knew better.
"Push-ups?" She dipped her voice as to put the words into question form. Pressed against his body she could tell there was absolutely no body fat on him.
"Right now?" No thanks." He knew what she meant, he just thought it was a good time to insert some levity into the situation.
She giggled. "I meant, you have a nice body…very fit. You must do a lot of… push-ups… or… whatever. Wow! That sounds really, really dumb now that I hear it out loud." Kristie rolled her eyes as if to mock herself. "I should probably talk less."
Rebel laughed. She joined.
She felt so good in his arms.
With the rain slowing a bit, Kristie lifted her head from Rebel’s chest. She looked into his eyes as time slowed. Although Kristie found his gaze extremely comforting, there was also that twinge of 'bad boy', a combo in which she found very erotic. She invited him with her eyes to move in. He accepted. His face inched closer to hers. Kristie's mouth eased opened. Their tongues instantly braided, each massaging the other as their moist lips connected.
It was magical.
Kristie had never been kissed like this before. Ever. Rebel had the perfect balance of strength and tenderness. She felt his hand slide up the small of her back, up her neck and to the back of her head as his tongue explored her mouth. His other hand held her waist, pulling her lower body to him, against him…tighter. She was already tingling. A soft moan escaped her very busy lips.
It was really coming down now. As their kiss continued to build in intensity, so did the rain-somehow seeming to follow suit. In contrast, the lightning and thunder had all but conceded, but the sound of heavy drops of rain pattering against the aluminum roofing all around them was nearly deafening. It was all so incredibly sexy.
[Rebel and Kristie making love on the flatbed truck as the scene fades to black.]
Thanks, Rebel, for another exciting chapter!
ReplyDeleteThe temptation, the storm, all too irresistible! I hope she bandaged him up well before they, um, got into it :)
ReplyDelete*haha* Thank you guys for your kind comments... Wendy Udu, I'm sure Kristie banged Rebel pretty good, er, I mean bandaged Rebel pretty good. lol... : )
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