Burnt

by Lacy Hart

  Travis’ right hand slowly moved down from my breast, tracing the curve of my body until it was on my hip. He moved his hand, so it was just over the outside of my panties, and I am sure he felt the warmth and heat radiating from my body. He rubbed his hand lightly on the outside of my panties, making me moan in pleasure. I put my hand up into his brown hair and brought his lips back down to my breast. He kissed me and rubbed me at the same time, working me into a quick frenzy.

  Before long, I could feel Travis tugging at my panties, slowly easing them down my legs. He pulled himself away from my body so he could finish taking my panties off me, leaving me completely naked. I looked at him and watched as he then pulled down his own briefs, letting his erection spring free. The sight of him took my breath away.

  Travis began to come back over to me. Before he could do anything, I whispered out, “Travis… I’m… I’m still…”

  Travis halted what he was doing and looked at me lovingly. He laid on the bed, just to my right, next to me, as his fingers traced up and down my body.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He asked me gently.

  I smiled over at him. “Oh God, no,” I said, wanting him now more than I had ever in my life. “I just… I just thought you should know.”

  He leaned over and placed his right hand on my cheek, bringing my face to his so he could kiss me again. He slowly climbed back over my body, kissing me between my breasts. I could feel his erection just outside of me. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect next. I wanted him, wanted him so badly, and my body was ready and waiting for him, but part of me was still nervous.

  Travis slowly eased himself inside me, just barely at first. I gasped a little when I first felt him in me.

  “Everything okay?” he asked me. He inched a little further into me as my gasp turned to a light moan.

  “Hmmm Hmmm,” I moaned out. The feeling inside me was incredible as he moved a little further inside, and then he began to develop a slow, rocking rhythm of thrusting that made my heart flutter. I didn’t want the feeling to end, ever, and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer to me. Travis thrust deeper inside me, and we both groaned at the motion together. I peered up at him, with my eyes barely open, and I could see him looking down at me, watching how my body reacted to his so he could meet my needs. This sight turned me on even more than before, and my body seemed to open up even more to him.

  We found a good rhythm together, rocking back and forth. I pulled Travis closer to me as I wanted to feel his body as close to me as possible. His chest was pressed hard against mine, he was kissing my neck, and I knew I was getting close. Travis kept up the rhythm until I let out a cry and gripped his body tightly, holding it against me as wave after wave of pleasure exploded in me. I then felt his orgasm deep in me as he groaned, and we held each other tight.

  Travis kissed me deeply time and again and I felt like I would never catch my breath. He rolled off me to my right again, and this time took me in his arms to hold me close to him. We both lay there, panting and feeling the afterglow of our experience.

  “How are you feeling?” Travis asked me as he caught his breath.

  “Um… I don’t feel like cooking dinner, that’s for sure,” I told him as I snuggled closer to him.

  19

  Travis

  It was a pretty amazing night. I never imagined that what started out as a simple dinner would end up the way it did with Sophie, but I couldn’t be happier that it worked out that way. We spent the whole night holding each other, touching each other, and exploring each other’s bodies. Sophie was incredibly responsive to everything, and each moment seemed to bring out something new in her. Finally, at around three in the morning, we lay together on her bed amid the rumpled blankets, my right arm around her, cradling her head on my shoulder.

  Sophie gently ran her hands over my shoulder, taking a look at the tattoo that was there of the rock with Abby’s birthdate in the center.

  “Why a rock?” she asked me gently as her fingers traced the tattoo.

  I turned my head to look at her. “A couple of reasons,” I told her. “First, obviously, it relates to our name.”

  “Ugh, how could I not have seen that?” Sophie said, feeling embarrassed she missed the connection.

  “It’s okay,” I said, smiling at her. “Your brain isn’t exactly concentrating on stuff like that at the moment.”

  She blushed at the statement. “So what else is it for?”

  “Well,” I explained, “ I think it was because I have always seen Abby as my rock, the one thing in my life that has always held me together, kept me grounded. She’s probably the strongest person I know, even if she doesn’t see it all the time.”

  “That’s sweet,” Sophie answered as she nuzzled her head into the nape of my neck. “You should tell her that, Travis. She probably would love to hear it.”

  “I guess I could, though I don’t know if she would listen to me right now.”

  “I think she pays attention to you more than you realize. I am sure she adores you. All girls feel that way about their dads.”

  I could see a little sadness on her face since she never got to have that kind of relationship with her father. I leaned over and kissed her.

  “Shit,” I said, sitting up quickly. “Is it really 3 AM? Abby and my mother are probably wondering where the hell I am.” I stood up from the bed, looking for my pants that had my cell phone in it. Sophie rolled over onto her stomach and watched me run around the room naked trying to find my pants. As I picked them up, I could see her smiling mischievously at me.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked as I found my pants and grabbed my phone.

  “You just look cute scampering naked in my bedroom,” she said to me, as she rolled onto her back again, looking up at me upside down now, showing her own naked body to me. It made me want to toss my phone aside and get back to bed.

  I glanced down at my phone. No messages from Abby or my mother, which seemed odd. I shot my mother a quick text to let her know I was still at Sophie’s and to check on Abby. I got a reply back from her faster than I thought:

  “I figured as much. Abby is sound asleep in my bed with me. She worked hard all night at the restaurant. We didn’t get back until 1. Don’t worry about her. All is well. Enjoy your night.”

  It was weird to get the okay from my mother to spend the night with a woman, but I was glad to read it.

  “Everything okay?” Sophie asked me, rolling in the sheets now. I put my phone on her nightstand and climbed back up on the bed with her.

  “Perfect,” I said as I took Sophie in my arms again, pressing my body to hers. Feeling her body next to me like that, I could feel myself getting aroused again.

  Sophie peered up at me. “My, my Mr. Stone, you do have an insatiable appetite.”

  I looked at her hungrily, feeling a burst of energy all of a sudden. I began to kiss my way down her body, going over every angle, placing gentle kisses between and on her breasts. As I kissed her stomach, I could feel her inhale in excitement, making her stomach taut. I kept going lower, with no intention of stopping, until I found myself kissing between her thighs. She slowly parted them to give me more room and invite me to keep going lower.

  I found my lips exploring the soft blonde hair she had, brushing them against my lips. I could see the goosebumps forming on the inside of her thighs as I did this a few times to heighten the arousal even more. I could feel her feet turning in the sheets below me and took a quick glance up and could see that Sophie had closed her eyes and was breathing a bit harder. It was a good cue to me that I was going at the right pace for her.

  I gently moved my lips downward, kissing her labia, which caused her to writhe a bit more. I nudged my lips a little deeper, moving them barely inside her, and let my tongue dart out slowly. Sophie let out a low moan, and I began to move my tongue around a bit more, exploring her, tasting her, feeling her dampness on my lips and tongue.

  I loved tasting her, feeling her m
ove with me, and watching her as she reacted to each motion of my face, lips, and tongue. I peered up at her again and could see that she was biting her lower lips, her eyes closed, and her fists clenched on the sheet beneath us. The tip of my tongue barely grazed her clit, and I could feel her hips arch on the bed. I used my hands to grasp her hips tightly as I kept licking and nibbling at her. I could feel her body starting to tremble as her breaths came faster and faster until she finally gasped loudly and stiffened her body. I could feel her share her orgasm with me as I kept kissing her deeply.

  Sophie started to regain her composure as her body calmed down. I laid my head on her left thigh, watching her as she stretched and ran her fingertips over her ultra-sensitive body. She looked down at me smiling, with a rosy glow to her face.

  “That was incredible,” she shared with me, as I crawled back up to the pillows at the top of the bed.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told her as I put my arm back around her and held her. I could feel her fingers tracing my body until they reached the scar on my leg. I looked over at her, and I could see her noticing just how long the scar was. She took a closer look at it and then brought her head back up next to my shoulder.

  “The scar,” she said to me. “It looks like it was deep,” she said as if she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.

  “It was pretty deep,” I said, trying to look at it while she touched. “I lost a lot of blood.”

  Sophie followed the trail of the scar from my thigh all the way down to the end of my calf and then back up again.

  “Were you scared?” she asked.

  I thought about it for a second. “I wasn’t scared for me so much,” I replied. “With the job, you learn that you can’t be scared of what may or may not happen. Otherwise, you don’t do your job well, and other people die. I was scared for the people still in the house and what was happening to them. And for Abby, if something happened to me.”

  “I don’t know how you do it,” Sophie said as she lifted her fingers off my leg and ran them over the stubble on my face.

  “Well, I don’t do it anymore,” I said dejectedly. “The department is retiring me. It’s too much of a risk I guess to have a fireman with a limp leading the way.”

  “I’m sorry, Travis,” she said sincerely. “I know it’s an important part of you. I guess I always knew that. That’s part of the reason I couldn’t go with you back then. I knew how much it meant to you, and I was too afraid, afraid that something would happen to you and you would be gone.”

  “Part of me always thought that was the reason,” I said as I stroked her hair. I brought Sophie closer to me and held her tightly to me.

  “You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” I whispered to her as I could feel her breathing soften as she fell asleep in my arms.

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  20

  Travis

  The morning sun shone through Sophie’s bedroom early as the sun came up. I squinted from the gleaming light and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was a little after 6 AM, and I had only had about two hours of sleep, but that didn’t seem to matter much to me. I looked over and Sophie, still cradled in my arms. I tried to gently pull myself away, but as soon as I started to move, I saw her eyes flutter and start to open. She looked over at me, and I saw her smile radiate in the glow of the sun.

  “Good morning,” I said to her as I pulled my briefs on and grabbed my shirt.

  “Good morning to you,” she yawned, stretching under the thin blanket she had on. “Where are you going?” she asked me.

  I tugged my jeans up and zipped them. “I know it’s early, but it’s Sunday. I thought maybe I could walk down to the bakery and grab some breakfast for us before they run out of everything.” I sat on the bed to put my boots on.

  “Oh, that sounds nice, but I want to come with you,” Sophie said, standing up from the bed with the blanket still wrapped around her, partially covering her body. “Can you give me five minutes to throw something on?” she told me as she walked over to her dresser.

  “Only if I get to watch you put it on,” I said as I sat there on the bed, spying her every move.

  She looked over shoulder at me and smiled, dropping the blanket to the floor so I could see her body from the back. I saw her deftly take a few items out of her top two drawers and then something out of a drawer to the left, watching her stretch so I could see her move and watch the outline and curve of her body. Sophie then turned to me and met my gaze as she dressed, stepping into the simple white cotton panties she had. I was entranced by every move, from her tugging the panties to her waist, to the shorts she stepped into shortly after, to the way she put her bra and t-shirt on. When she was done, she gave a curtsey to let me know the performance was over.

  Sophie grabbed a hair ribbon off her vanity and tied her hair in a ponytail and stated she was ready to go. We walked down the stairs and out the door into the beautiful August morning. The air was crisper than it had been the last few days, and Sophie came close to me as she held my hand as we walked along the street. We reached the corner of Collins where my house was now, and we slowed down.

  “Do you want to come in and look around?” I asked Sophie, as I pulled the keys from my jeans pocket.

  “Sure, I guess so,” she said as I opened the gate and let her walk through first.

  “Be careful on the porch,” I warned her. “The boards are not in great shape.”

  I stepped towards the front door to unlock it when I saw a look of terror on Sophie’s face.

  “What’s wrong?” I said to her.

  “Travis,” she whispered as she stepped back. “I just saw something moving around inside, by the window.”

  “Wait here,” I said to her as I quickly unlocked the door and swung it open to move inside. I saw a shadow move quickly as I entered and it moved towards the kitchen to go out the back. I knew I couldn’t move that fast with my leg, but I went the opposite way down the hall and into the other entrance to the kitchen, hoping to cut whoever it was off. I saw them going out the back door as I entered the kitchen.

  They moved quickly out the back door, and I heard a board crack as the hit the back porch. I made it out to the back to see a board splintered on the porch and the stranger laying on the ground with a skinned knee. They tried to scramble to their feet, but I swung myself off the porch and was able to grab a sleeve of the hooded sweatshirt they were wearing to hold them in place.

  “Let go!” I heard a high voice yell.

  I pulled the hood back on the shirt to reveal the face of a girl, smudged with a bit of dirt and with a small cut on her cheek. It was the girl from the picture I had found in Dad’s car.

  “Hold on, hold on,” I told her trying to get her to calm down. She kept fighting to get away until I picked her up and brought her over my shoulders, carrying back towards the house.

  “What are you doing?” she squealed.

  “It’s called a fireman’s carry,” I told her.

  I carried her back inside, trying to avoid her kicking legs and her attempts to punch or scratch me. When I got into the living room, Sophie was in there to see me. I placed our trespasser on the couch. She immediately tried to get up and run, but I pushed her back down on the couch cushions.

  “Stay put,” I said to her. “You’re hurt and need me to look at your leg, and you have some questions answer.”

  She struggled a little before sitting back on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Stephanie?” Sophie said, taking a closer look at the girl before sitting on the couch next to her.

  “Yes, Ms. Ingram,” she said resignedly.

  “You know her?” I asked Sophie, looking over at her.

  “She was a student in my class last year,” Sophie said to me. “Stephanie Winters. Stephanie, what are you doing here?”

  Stephanie looked at Sophie, then at me, and then back at Sophie, without answering.

  “I can just leave it u
p to the police then,” I said to her taking out my cell phone.

  “Travis, wait, please,” Sophie said.

  “You’re… you’re Travis?” Stephanie said to me with a shaky voice.

  “Yes,” I told her. I think she was starting to put the pieces together just like I was.

  “How do you know Travis?” Sophie asked her, wondering what was going on at this point.

  “I think I can explain that Sophie,” I said as I sat down in Dad’s old armchair. I reached into my back jeans pocket and pulled out the picture of Dad with Stephanie and her mother. I handed the picture to Sophie, who took a look at it.