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Lakeside Love	By : sss979 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lakeside Love
- 1
This story came from an RPG that I was not involved in and actually never even listened in on. But it was a developing point for some characters and it turned out rather well. Now, months later, I am posting it just because it's part of the collection. lol
"Psst! Machi!"
I opened my eyes and slowly came alive. The room was dark, save for the eerie blue-gray light shining through the window. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a shadowed figure on the other side of the screen. The moonlight almost seemed to reflect off of his shoulders, creating an eerie, almost angelic glow around him. "What're you doing out there?" I slurred.
"Did I wake you?"
My eyes were instinctively drawn to the clock. "Nah, I'm always awake at two in the morning," I joked.
"Good. Then come on."
I sighed as I studied him. "Mikey, you're gonna get us caught again. And then you're gonna be grounded for life."
He chuckled at the thought. "I'm a big boy now. I know the risks. Come on! You gotta see this."
He disappeared and I smiled, shaking my head slowly. We were going to get so busted...
I slipped out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans underneath my long nightshirt. Then I tiptoed to the door and cracked it open. Let Mike jump from the second story window. I'd take the stairs. Besides, I didn't want to take the risk of accidently busting out the screen when I tried to remove it. Then I'd really be in trouble.
I crept silently down the stairs, paying attention to the silence and any little indication that I might not be alone. The lock on the front door clicked as I turned it and I cringed. Even a little noise like that could give me away... Please don't let me get caught, please don't let me get caught...
I pulled the door open inch by inch and slipped out into the cool night air. It had been more than a hundred degrees today - the hottest day of the summer by far - and the breeze was welcome. One of these days, Donny would get the damn air conditioner fixed. Until then, the breeze was all we had.
I closed the door behind me and stepped, barefoot, onto the grass. It was cool and damp against the soles of my feet. I scanned the surrounding area for any sign of Michaelangelo, but I didn't see him. That didn't mean anything. He could be anywhere, and I knew it. Just because I didn't see him wasn't necessarily a guarantee that he didn't see me.
I walked a few steps, knowing better than to call out. Mine wasn't the only window that was open. I kept my eyes moving and started toward the path I knew he would follow, down to the lake. Suddenly, I felt myself being jerked back. I fought instinctively against the strong arms circling my waist until my mind told me who it was. He kissed my neck through my hair and I spun around, whapping him in the face with it. "Don't do that!" I hissed, although I couldn't hide the smile. How did he manage to get so freaking close without me hearing him!
He unclasped his hands from behind my back and grabbed my wrist. "Come on, hurry."
He broke into a dead run and I followed after him. I didn't have much of a choice, since he was holding my arm. But there was no way I'd keep up with him for more than a few paces. "Mike! I'm gonna fall!" He slowed dramatically and my feet were able to touch the ground as I ran. Oh, the finer things in life...
We slipped into the dark shadow of the trees and he slowed to a walk. The worn path was smooth dirt, and I didn't worry about cutting my feet unless he decided to veer off. I hoped he realized I was barefoot. As we neared the edge of the lake, he stopped and spun to face me. "Close your eyes," he ordered.
I laughed. "What?"
"Just do it," he grinned.
I eyed him suspiciously, then reluctantly allowed my eyelids to slide closed. "Can you see?" he checked.
"Um... not with my eyes closed, Mike," I answered.
"Good."
Out of nowhere, he kissed me. I wasn't prepared, and I almost fell over backwards. He slipped his arms behind my back and held me steady as his tongue traced my lips and probed for entrance. I opened willingly to him and smiled as I felt him explore, slowly and methodically, taking his time with every little detail. He pulled away slowly and kissed me with closed lips a few times. I smiled contentedly and sighed. "Can I open my eyes?" I asked.
"Uh uh," he mumbled back. "Just wait a second. Follow me, come on."
He took both of my hands and I took baby steps over the dirt path. I could feel him close to me and I wasn't afraid of falling. In fact, I wasn't really afraid at all. This kind of trust walk didn't even phase me. Not with Mike. It was kind of funny, when I thought about it. I trusted him so completely... like I'd never trusted anyone in my life. Throughout the years of our friendship, he'd always been there to pick me up when I fell. He never let me hit rock bottom. Without him, I wasn't sure where I'd be.
"Machi?"
"Mmm?"
"I love you."
"Uh oh."
He laughed. "What do you mean, uh oh?"
I smiled, my eyes still closed as we came to a stop. "You usually only say that out of the clear blue when you have a confession to make."
He let go of my hands and spun behind me, nuzzling his face in my hair. "Open your eyes," he whispered.
I raised my lids slowly and gasped. The sight before me was breathtaking. The moon was full, and it pierced through the clear sky and reflected a shimmering beam of white off the glassy surface of the lake. Surrounding the water, thick trees reached toward the star-filled heavens, framing the picture perfectly. At the center of attention, resting quietly in the middle of the dark pool, were two swans.
"They're so beautiful," I whispered, studying them with a smile on my face. It was the first time I'd seen swans come out to the lake.
"Mmm hmm," he agreed. It was quiet for a minute as we watched mother nature's awesome portrait paint itself. "You think they know?"
now now what?" I questioned.
"How beautiful they are." He paused for a moment. "Do you think... they have any concept of what beauty is?"
I considered that quietly and leaned back against Mike. His arms slipped around my waist and joined over my stomach. "Or love," I added. "Do they know the beauty of love?"
"Yes," he answered. "I think they live for it."
He nuzzled against me, kissing along the rim of my ear. "They're so lucky," he breathed. Goosebumps prickled along my flesh as his soft breath whisped over my ear.
"Why?"
"Because they get to live here," he answered. "To spend every night here... at peace." My eyes closed and I smiled as he pulled closer to me, kissing my cheek. "Just being close..." he sighed. "Making love..."
His words jump started my heart. My breath caught and I felt him grow perfectly still behind me. Slowly, I turned to look over my shoulder at him. He smiled slightly, but it wasn't a joke. He was perfectly aware of what he'd said, and how he'd said it.
I turned fully to face him and stared into his deep eyes, searching. He rested his hands on my hips and took a small step toward me. "... under the stars," he continued hesitantly, his voice barely a whisper. "And the full moon..." He brought his lips to mine and kissed gently, unsure. "Do you think they know... how sacred it is?" His lips brushed mine as he spoke and I felt my eyes close involuntarily. "To love somebody... so much..." He pulled away and I opened my eyes to meet his calm, steady gaze. "... that you'd give your all..."
I stared at him for a lingering moment, listening to the pounding of my heart against my rib cage. So long, I had waited for this. So long, it had frightened and excited me, all at once. Standing this close to him now, I felt like I was going to melt. How completely did I trust him? How badly did I want this? How many nights had I dreamed, and awoken with tears in my eyes, begging the visions to come back? The sight, the smell, the feel of him... they were all permanently branded on my heart. I could never remove them if I wanted to.
Emotion washed over me, wrapping around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. It engulfed both of us, and the heat of our bodies pressed together fueled the fire that burned deep inside of me. "I've nevert tht this way before," he admitted quietly.
"I..." I started, choking on my own voice. "I haven't either."
His hand raised and gently cupped my chin, his fingers running lightly up and down my throat. We stared at each other for a moment before he leaned in again and kissed the side of my mouth. I exhaled a staggered breath against his cheek. "But I want you..."
Nervous excitement flared up inside of me. I couldn't speak. I already knew what was going to happen, and I didn't want to fight it. I had dreamed about this, knowing all the while it was too good to be true. He could never love me like that. But he did. I knew he did. I surrendered to the emotions, to the heat and the secure closeness, draping my arms over his shoulders as our lips came together. He kissed me deeply, still so gentle, so unsure, and kissed along my jaw to my ear as he pulled away. "Say yes," he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper in my ear.
"Yes, Mikey," I gasped.
The butterflies in my stomach lurched. I could feel a strange tension in my womb, and it spread like fire to every part of my being as I considered the full scope of what was happening. What it would feel like to have him touching and kissing me, exploring all the intimate places that no man had ever touched before? To feel him inside of me...? Goosebumps prickled along my skin as his arms snaked around my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder, nudging my hair aside and sucking gently on my neck.
He took a few small steps back, pulling me with him, and our lips met again as we sank into the tall, uncut grass. It was wet and cool, so unlike the reactions of my body to this strange new feeling. I leaned into him as his hand ran down my side, our lips locked again in a passionate kiss. Our fingers met, and intertwined, and for a moment, I wasn't entirely sure what to do with his hand. It was obvious he was waiting for me to do something. Or maybe he was just distracted...
With one arm around his shoulders, I used my free hand to guide his palm to my breast. It felt good. It felt right. He nuzzled his face in my hair as he massaged gently. Oh god... this was really happening. He was really touching me like this, albeit through the nightshirt. Never before...
He sat up slowly, pulling his hand away. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. He smiled, but didn't speak. He didn't have to. I rose slowly to my knees and crossed my arms in front of me. I hesitated for just a minute as I gripped the bottom of my nightshirt. Did I want to do this? I knew he wouldn't force me, by any means. If I wanted to call it off, now was the time. I studied him for a moment, saying nothing. He smiled reassuringly and his eyes ran over me. Forgetting my hesitation, I raised my arms, taking the shirt over my head in one clean movement.
There I was, naked from the waist up, on my knees, with him... His eyes danced as he stared at me for a moment as if I were a fragile ornament that he dared not touch. "Oh, god..." he finally whispered. "You're gorgeous!"
I smiled faintly. I was nearly shaking from anticipation and nervousness. I was afraid, and so incredibly excited all at once. He raised his hand and I held my breath as his finger touched my shoulder and ran along my collarbone to my other shoulder. Then he came down in a straight line, his finger trailing over the swell of my breast. I gasped slightly as he reached my already-hardened nipple. He circled it, watching my expression, and then pressed his entire hand to my chest, cupping my breast. My eyes closed.
I felt him move close to me again, easing me onto my back in the damp grass. I heard the soft noises that accompanied the removal of his belt and weapons. His scent swirled around me, his staggered breath warming my neck as he kissed and nipped along my skin. I arched my head back as he travelled downward. He kissed my nipple, and flicked his tongue over the tip. Already lost in a whirlwind of sensation, it was almost enough to make me scream.
His mouth opened around me and I felt moist heat enclose the tip of my breast. I moaned quietly, unable to suppress the sounds. Why did I even try? He moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach.
"Machi?"
I felt the button of my jeans snap open. "Mmmmmnnnnnhhh..."
He pulled the zipper down with his teeth and slipped his tongue in to explore the newly bared flesh. "I... got a confession to make..." He had to speak between breaths. He was just as excited as I was.
"Nnnn?"
He pulled the jeans down and before I really knew what had happened, they were gone. Everything was gone. I was lying on the grass, completely naked, open and vulnerable to his will. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He brushed his fingers over the side of my face. "I love you so much, Machias..." he whispered. "And I've wanted this... for a long time now."
I smiled. "You should've said something sooner," I breathed back.
He shook his head slightly. "No. I wanted it to be perfect." He leaned down next to me and kissed my cheek. "But when I came out here tonight... When I saw this, I knew..." Our lips met and I surrendered to him. "Tonight..." he breathed into my mouth. "I want to make love to you."
"Yes," I gasped, arching into him instinctively.
The world around us was quiet, and I wanted it that way. I wanted to be able to hear my heart pounding, hear the soft whisper of breathing, hear the whisk of his fingers moving over my skin. I wanted to hear everything that was created in this place, tonight. I held his face in my hands and stared up into his eyes for a moment. He was nervous, and he didn't try to hide it. That made me feel better - first, that I wasn't the only one and second, that he didn't feel like he had to hide from me.
We smiled at each other and he leaned down again, claiming my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Something exploded inside of me. A rush of love and lust and desperate need swept over my body and held me prisoner. Instinctively, I knew that the only way I would be free is by his hand. Something extraordinary was happening here. Something magical.
His hands ran over me, taking possession of all that he touched. I surrendered willingly to him, feeling his gentle exploration downward, over my stomach and to my hip. He kissed my neck and I felt his fingers brush over the warm wetness between my legs. His fingers traced the outside of my lips, then slipped inside, feeling along my inner walls. I squirmed involuntarily at the new and unfamiliar feeling.
"Wow," he whispered.
I looked at him and our eyes met. "What?" He He chuckled to himself, but didn't answer. I didn't care. He rubbed against me and kissed back and forth over every inch of my skin. He worked over my chest and my stomach, and my legs parted naturally as he continued to probe between them.
He hesitated as his lips reached the place where his fingers were buried inside of me. For just a moment, I realized how this must look. Here I was, naked on my back on the grass with him kneeling between my legs... If anyone should ever follow us down here... please don't let it be tonight!
He kissed gently and I breathed deep, unsure but not willing to speak. Whatever he wanted to do, I wasn't going to stop him. He kissed me a few times, then, just as I expected him to come back up to face me, his tongue plunged deep inside of me.
I gasped audibly - a mix of shock, pleasure, embarrassment, and a million other emotions I couldn't identify but felt all the same. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. He swirled around me, sucking gently, his tongue roaming over my most intimate places. Coherent thoughts faded as I felt indescribable sensations rush through me, an intense pleasure like I'd never known before. It was building. I could feel it. It was getting even stronger with every stroke of his tongue. I struggled for air as I approached a height I'd never felt before.
Suddenly, he slowed. I rose against him, my body begging for more. But he was in complete control of me. As badly as I wanted to feel what I'd never felt before, he was in control of those feelings. And he was stopping. "Nooo..." I moaned, feeling the emotion slip away. For a moment, I panicked. I was so close. Did he not see that? Oh, god, I wanted to feel that release! "Mikey, don't stop!"
He pulled away completely and smiled at me. "Just relax," he whispered, looking down on me. At this point, I didn't much care what he saw, how I looked. I was wild with lust and emotions I'd never felt before.
I moaned in agony and he leaned down, kissing me softly. I could still taste the salt from my own body on his lips. Had I been capable of feeling anything other than this intense desire, the thought would have probably embarrassed me to no end. But I didn't care. I gripped his shoulders hard as he licked my lips, frustration bordering anger springing to the forefront of my emotions.
"You were close, weren't you?" he whispered.
"Yes!"
He laughed quietly. "Well, good," he breathed, his lips brushing mine. "Now if all else fails, I know a sure fire way to make you come."
I growled softly. "Mikey, you're mean."
He laughed again and I opened my eyes to look at him. "I promise you'll feel that tonight," he assured. I allowed some of the frustration to slip away, but couldn't get rid of it all. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. "I promise..." he breathed as he pulled away.
He took my hand and guided it, and I smiled as my fingertips brushed soft, sensitive skin. He let me go, let me explore, and focused his attention on my breasts for the time being. I felt along the length of his shaft, noticing how he hardened beneath my touch. I'd never felt, or even seen this part of a man, but I had a few ideas on what might feel good. I'd had enough of him teasing me. It was time to extract revenge. I pulled away and pressed my palms up against his plastron. He pulled away reluctantly and sat up, a confused look on his face. "Something...?"
Ised sed him to cut him off. I was still nervous, still shy, but I was going to make this night fulfill every fantasy that I would allow myself to admit having. I turned in front of him, straddling his legs, feeling his hardened member brush lightly over the wetness between my legs. I ran my nails down his hard chest, tracing over the ridges as I moved down and finally cupped him in my palms. He was somewhat larger than I'd expected, but I didn't allow myself to be intimidated.
He reached out with both hands and firmly squeezed both of my breasts at once. I did the same to him, and heard him gasp in pleasure. He released his grip and softly used his fingers to stroke around my areolars, flicking the erect nipples occasionally. A pressure was building up between my legs again and she could feel the moisture there. I ran my hands down the length of his shaft, holding him firmly as I stroked all the way down. A tiny drop of fluid seeped from the tip and glistened in the moonlight. I scooted back a little and bent down to kiss him.
He moaned as I kissed with closed lips. I was surprising myself. Mike and I were more than comfortable around each other when our clothes were on, but neither one of us knew a thing about sex. I wasn't about to do anything more than kiss him without a little prompting, but even this seemed a little... extreme for me. Not that I hadn't thought of it. Hell, I'd gone the whole nine yards with him in more than one fantasy. But actually doing it...? I was too shy, and I knew it. I was surprised that I wasn't more intimidated as it was.
I massaged him gently as I kissed, feeling his hands rub gently at my shoulders. I could hear his staggered breathing and felt a breeze wash over us, tickling the wetness between my legs. I wonder how this would look to anyone who walked up...
I pulled away slowly and he groaned. "No, baby, don't stop..."
I smiled wickedly. "Gee, where have I heard that before?" I teased.
"That was different," he moaned, opening his eyes and smiling at me.
"How so?"
"Because I meant to do that."
"And what makes you think I didn't?"
Without warning, he cupped both hands over my ears and pulled my head to his, our tongues meeting in a hard, passionate kiss. As we broke, he guided - not forced, by any means - my head down, over his neck and plastron, back to his hardened member. "I'll do anything..." he gasped. "Just... please... take it... Go all the way."
He let go of me and I bit my lip nervously. How was I supposed to know how to do that? He was a lot bigger than I thought he'd be. He whispered my name, his voice pleading, and I felt his hands reach underneath me, cupping my breasts and massaging gently.
Forcing insecurity aside, I kissed him a few times, then began to massage with my tongue. He moaned loudly and the abandon in his voice fueled me. He was enjoying it. I moved down his shaft, and back up to the tip. Then, hesitantly, I opened my mouth and drew him inside of my warmth. I heard him gasp and his hands left my breasts, running down my back, his nails scraping lightly. "Yes..."
I sucked gently and swirled my tongue around his tip, clasping the shaft between my hands and gently massaging it. He reached behind me, leaning slightly over my back, and I felt his arm reach underneath me and between my legs. The tip of his finger traced around the perimeter of my swollen lips, sliding easily over my body's natural lubrication. I gasped and almost bit down as his finger flicked over the most sensitive places of my body.
Mike flicked my clitoris again and then stroked downwards through the center of my lips to my warm, wet opening. I sucked hard, lost in the confused pleasure I was giving and receiving at the same time. This circle was magical and sacred. I had never understood before now just how awesome this joining could be. I was struck by the power flowing between us, electrifying our souls and bodies.
He slowly inserted his finger into me. I froze, paralysed by the pleasure coming from my sex. Slowly, he withdraw his finger. He was going to tease again, if I allowed it. I pulled away quickly, arching my back up and thrusting down on his finger, embedding it deep within me. I moaned with pleasure and my body began to quiver as he circled, slowly, thrusting gently in and out of me. I shut my eyes and became engrossed in enjoying the immense pleasure. He bent down - both of us on our knees now, facing each other - and took my right nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking hard. The pressure in my womb was really building up now, and I couldn't wait to release it.
I placed both hands on his chesd pud pushed him onto his back. His hand pulled away from me and he didn't resist. "You ready?" he grinned up at me, his voice thick with lust.
"Are you ready?" I challenged, smiling back.
"Oh yeah..."
I moved over him, straddling his hips and easing down until I felt the tip of his hardness at my opening. Time stopped for a moment and we stared at each other. All emotion was placed on hold and we both thought, long and hard, about what we were doing. We could never get this back. We could never do it over. But I quickly realized... I had no reason to want do do it over. This was perfect. This was exactly the way I wanted it. This was the place, the time, the way, and he was the one. He was what I wanted to remember for the rest of my life when I thought of love, and of losing my virginity. No, not losing. Giving. Giving it to him. The greatest gift I had, and one I could never take back.
We stared at each other for a long time, frozen still. Then he smiled. "I love you," he whispered darkly.
I smiled back. "I love you, too."
"Then go ahead," he breathed. His eyes slid closed. "Do it, Machi."
I reached down and guided his shaft to my opening. Then I placed my hands on his shoulders, and lowered myself onto him. He exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. I struggled to relax, to loosen in order to accomodate him. We stared at each other as the emotion returned steadily, filling us again. I froze as he came into contact with my unbroken barrier and closed my eyes before pressing down hard on him.
He gasped loudly. Pain shot through me and I choked back a quiet sob, remaining perfectly still as the pain faded away. When I opened my eyes, he was studying me closely. "You okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "Mmm hmm."
He smiled and reached up, cupping my breasts in his hands again. The pain was gone and slowly began to realize the feelings in my body. He was deep inside of me, filling me completely. God, that felt good... I moved my hips slightly and felt him move inside of me in return. Oh boy...
He thrust up into me, slowly at first, the speed slowly increasing as he stroked my inner walls. His hands ran down, over my sides, and he held my hips. I leaned down on him, forcing him to pull out slightly, and brought our lips together. His hands slipped behind me as we kissed, kneading gently. I felt him press up against me, and moved with him, slowly, until I was on my back.
He held me, his weight pressing down on me as he began to move inside of me, his steady pace building. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his shoulders as he moved inside of me, deeper and deeper. I matched my breathing to his and listened to it echo off the trees, the calm surface of the lake, and the world around us. Every breath was perfectly timed to his thrusts inside of me, and the pace came naturally. I moaned as the pressure built to new extremes and I felt my shoulders roll back, my body arching against him all on its own.
I could feel Mike beginning to pulse inside of me, and I knew he must be as close as I was to that beautiful release that I'd never felt before. I reached down between us and cupped his testicles with my hand, squeezing gently. He took a sharp breath in and stared at me intently. Without my having to say a word, he knew what was about to happen. He thrust deep inside of me, his lips closing mine, and the pressure released inside of me all at once.
Unfamiliar but intensely powerful waves of orgasm rippled throughout my body. I screamed into histh ath at the overload of sensations and felt my muscles clench Mike's hard male member tightly, spasming and releasing in time with the waves that overtook me. Mike's other hand reached down and flicked over me. My eyes flew open and I saw him smile and nod slightly. I laughed, but it came out as more of a sob. He leaned down on me and sucked hard on my neck, and I moved with him as I waited for him to come, my own intense emotions slowly ebbing away.
I ran my hands up his sides, touching everywhere, and held his head to me. His breath came hot against my neck and I listened as it staggered and he released. I moaned as I felt him flow inside of me, his penis throbbing against my clenched muscles. He thrust harder, over and over, throbbing and spurting at the peak of each thrust. I threw my head back and laughed out loud, overcome by the warmth and contentment that surged through me with each tiny bit of him. He continued, twelve times before he stopped and collapsed, pressing down on me with his head on my shoulder.
For a moment, it was silent. I relaxed and lay there for a few seconds, pinned beneath him, basking in the post-orgasmic ecstasy. My mind was hazy. I wasn't sure how long I remained there, staring up at the trees and the stars beyond them. Up at the full moon and the endless heavens. I turned my head and looked out over the dark, glassy lake. The swans were gone, but I'd expected as much. I didn't imagine they'd enjoyed how loud we were being. God, I hoped there was no chance anyone had heard it back at the house.
Michaelangelo slurred something, breaking through my thoughts, and I looked down at him. "Hmm?"
"'M I hurting you?"
I considered that for a moment. He had much of his weight on me, but it didn't hurt. "No, it's okay."
I raised my hand and brushed my fingers over the back of his neck. He shifted slightly, finally pulling out of me, and slid down lower. He moved to my side and rested his head on my breasts, his face toward mine. I sighed contentedly as I massaged gently. For a long time, it was quiet. "Machi?" his voice finally broke through the stillness.
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
I smiled. "I love you too, Mikey."
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