Aquaman

By: Lara

Kelley sighed as she sat down and turned on her laptop. Thunder boomed outside, and she knew you weren’t supposed to use a computer during an electrical storm, but she was bored as hell and needed something to do. The cable was out, radio stations wouldn’t come in, and she had finished the last of the paperbacks she had brought along.

“What a vacation,” she grumbled to herself. She had driven all the way from Minnesota to Virginia Beach for some peace and quiet, and a storm that was all but a hurricane was ripping through the area. It had been cold and windy the day before, and at around noon that day it had started to pour. It was seven at night now, and she was going stircrazy. She didn’t want to go out; what fun was going out all alone? She had planned to just sit on the beach all day and just think and relax and plan out where her life was going. How was she supposed to do that in the rain?

Kelley opened an email from her friend Lara and giggled. The girl was mental. Attached to the email was a picture of Aquaman, from the “Superfriends” cartoon show. Kelley had once made the mistake of admitting to Lara that when she was little, she had had a total crush on Aquaman, and now Lara teased her all the time about it.

“See, Stu?” Kelley said to her cat, who was contentedly purring beside her on the sofa. “Aquaman is the perfect man. Check out those green gloves. Are they hot or what? And the tights? Come on…the man has great legs. Thick blond hair…and how cool is it to be able to talk to fish? How many men do YOU know who can send cool white circles out of his head?” Kelley turned to Stuart, who yawned and fell asleep. “Right,” Kelley said with a sigh. “Finding a good man is about as likely as finding Aquaman.” Kelley replied to Lara’s email and went on downloading emails.

About an hour later a thumping on the door made her jump out of her skin. She knew no one in the area, and her house was pretty far off the beaten path. She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, then slowly made her way to the door. Kelley peeked through the peephole. A young man, looking very much like a drowned rat, was pacing back and forth on the porch. She opened the door a crack. “Yes?”

“Oh, thank GOD. I was driving along down the road and lost control of my car. It’s not gonna be going anywhere tonight. Can I use your phone?”

Kelley stared. She stared and her mouth dropped open. She stared and her mouth dropped open and she forgot to breathe. “Of course,” she whispered. “Come in.” She moved aside and let the man in. He looked at the knife in her hand and smiled.

“I’m harmless, I swear.” He held out his hand. “I’m Howie.”

“Kelley,” she said, proud that she remembered. “The phone is in the kitchen.”

“Thanks.” He squeaked down the linoleum hallway to the kitchen. Kelley stared after him. She couldn’t believe this. Howie Dorough was leaving little wet footprints down HER hallway. He soon came up the hall, and she was embarrassed to realize she had not left the spot where she had been standing when he went to the kitchen. “Phone’s dead,” he told her.

“But I was just online!” She protested. “It must’ve gone off while I was answering the door.” She looked at him for a moment. “I could drive you wherever you need to go.”

“No, I can’t ask you to do that. It’s hell out there right now. My hotel is just a few miles up the beach. I’ll walk.”

“No way. At least stay here and dry off. If it starts to lighten up out there, then you can go.” Kelley couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

“Okay,” Howie said, smiling at her. “Thanks.” He removed his soaking wet shoes and left them at the door.

Kelley led him upstairs to the bathroom to get some towels. “So, how bad is your car?”

“It kissed a tree, pretty much.”

Kelley whirled around. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” Howie shrugged. “I had on my seatbelt and the airbag opened. It’s all good.”

Kelley handed him a fluffy green towel. “Are all of you in the area?”

Howie blushed slightly. “Ah, so you’ve recognized me. Nope. Just me. We had a few days off and I was interested in trying a beach I hadn’t been to before. I didn’t have time to go to the islands or anything, so I came down here.”

“The islands? Must be nice,” Kelley said, and Howie blushed once more. “You’re not that much taller than me…I could give you a tshirt and a pair of sweats.”

“I hate to inconvenience you,” Howie began.

“Howie, loaning you clothes is hardly inconveniencing me,” she said over her shoulder as she headed for the dresser. As she pulled the drawer open, the lights flickered and went out. “Oh…wonderful. Can this night get ANY better?”

“I don’t think it’s all that bad.” Kelley felt two hands on her back and she stood up. She slowly turned around and felt Howie’s arms snake around her.

“Howie…I…” Kelley stammered. She wanted to stand up for herself, on behalf of all women in the world, and tell Howie Dorough that she was not “that kind of girl.” Her body, however, wanted to say fuck all women in the world, and show Howie Dorough that she was EXACTLY that kind of girl.

“I know…you don’t screw around with strangers,” Howie breathed in her ear. “But I’m no stranger. You know who I am, right?” His lips slid down her neck as he pressed his wet body against her. She whimpered.

“Howie…I’m not one of those little groupies who fucks every popstar she sees,” Kelley got out finally. “I don’t…”

“Shhh…I promise you…this will not be the last you see of me.” Howie took her hand and led her to the bed. They stood beside it and he began to remove her clothes. As soon as she was naked, Kelley ran her fingers over his wet torso, grabbing the shirt and peeling it from his body. His pants soon followed, and their bodies pressed together once more as their lips met.

“Wait,” Kelley said, pulling away. She fumbled to the bathroom, searching for the candles that she lit whenever she took baths. She found three, and carefully carried them into the bedroom. She didn’t want to miss one second of Howie’s gorgeous body. He smiled at her as his eyes drank her in.

“Perfect,” he told her, pulling her into an embrace. “And I don’t just mean the candles.” His hands slid up to cup her face as he gently kissed her. As his tongue slid between her open lips the kisses became more passionate. Kelley moaned as she pressed herself against him, hardly able to believe what was going on. His hands moved down to her breasts and she felt her legs turn to oatmeal.

Howie carefully laid Kelley back on the bed and picked up one foot. She could barely see the candlelight glinting in his eyes as he began to slowly suck on each toe. She felt her body turn into a giant goosebump as he gently lay that foot down and began on the other one. His tongue slid up the arch of her foot to her ankle, circling it in lazy twists and turns. His mouth followed his hands up her calves to the back of her knees, and Kelley couldn’t help but moan loudly as Howie’s mouth spent a considerable amount of time there.

Howie wasted no time getting to his final destination once he was above her knees. His hands slid under Kelley’s ass as he lifted her up to his eager mouth. His tongue slowly moved up and down until it worked its way inside of her. Kelley reached down and yanked at his wet hair, clenching it in her fingers as she unconsciously arched towards him. It had been so long and he was hitting all the right spots. One soft finger slowly inched its way inside of her and she screamed.

“Howie…oh GOD!” He didn’t even have to move the finger before she was cumming around him, gasping for breath.

Howie brought the finger up to his mouth and ever so slowly licked all her juice from his skin. He moved up to kiss her and she could taste herself on his mouth. “You taste so good, Kelley,” he whispered huskily, lightly nibbling on her lower lip. She rolled him onto his back before he knew what was happening. “Oh…SHIT!” Howie gasped as Kelley completely took him in her mouth, rolling him around on her tongue before sucking him in long deep motions. His hands moved through her short hair as he panted for breath, his hips thrusting up into her mouth. “OH…yes…yes…Kelley…GOD that is incredible.” Howie allowed her to suck him until he felt himself reach that familiar build up, then he lightly pulled at her hair to get her to stop.

He rolled them back over so she was on her back, then gave her gentle sweet kisses as he moved between her legs. They both hissed in a breath as their bodies joined. Howie tried to hold back, to make it last, but Kelley was hot and wet and giving beneath him. He couldn’t help but plunge himself into her. Kelley’s nails scratched down his back as she pressed on his ass, guiding him into her faster and harder. She bit down on his shoulder as she came once more, and Howie cried out from pain and pleasure. Kelley grabbed his head by his long hair and pulled his mouth to hers in a kiss, and he was sucking on her tongue when he finally spurted inside of her.

They lay in each other’s arms, listening to the thunder and watching the lightening flicker on the other side of the curtains. “How long are you here for?” Howie asked finally.

“Another ten days,” Kelley quietly responded.

“I’m around for a week. I’d like to spend more time with you.”

Kelley turned to look at him. “Howie, I…”

Howie placed a finger over her lips. “This was incredible…but it’s not the only reason why I want to see you. We did this backwards, I admit, but I want to get to know you. Is that okay?” Kelley slowly nodded. Howie smiled. “Good.” He drew her head back onto his chest. “Sleep, sweetheart.”

The End

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