Coming Home

Part 1

(Mature content warning. Basically this entire story is going to be mature content. If you don't want to read that, then this isn't the story for you.)

Faith Rhode's heart gave a little jump when she clicked on the friend request in her in-box. She didn't recognize the name attached, so she decided to indulge in a little Facebook stalking to see how this person knew her. Imagine her surprise when after scrolling through the albums she came face to face with the one person she never thought she would see again; Hunter Richards.

To say that their relationship had been rocky was like stating that water was wet. The Joker's Jinx in Six Flags, Maryland had less twists and turns than they had had. It was a like when a volcano meets a tornado and they had both been chewed up, spit out, barely walking away, both covered in battle scars.

She sat back and let the memories wash over her. They'd met her Sophomore year of High School but only became close his Senior year when their circle of friends tightened up. She had always been aware of him, with his six-two frame topped with blonde hair and the most beautiful pair of pale green eyes she had ever seen. They sparkled when he smiled, and he was usually always smiling. A pair of dimples emerging when he did, only heightened his over-all appeal.

He was on the basketball team and she was on the dance squad, so they would frequently meet up at rallies and after parties. Their friendship went from teasing comments to small pranks to serious flirtation with a healthy dose of sexual innuendo. The culmination of their amorous dance came to a head at Jake's Winter Break blow-out.

Both had been hanging out by the indoor pool, chatting the other up all night, unending Solo cups of beer on hand. Faith noticed that Haunter's cup was empty and went to get him another. But as she returned with two full cups, he had reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap. His mouth swiftly swooped in to claim hers. The kiss ignited months' worth of frustrated passion and each of their mouths gladly took it out on other.

It wasn't long before they were slipping off to find one of the many quiet rooms for a full-on heavy petting session. Faith had kept it PG-13 since she wasn't ready yet to go all the way, especially with someone she wasn't even dating and told him as much.

"Hunter, stop," she said, grabbing his wrist as it made its way down to the top her bikini bottoms.

"Why Baby Girl?" He asked, raising his head, looking down into her flushed face.

"Because we aren't even dating, and I'm not ready to just give it up so easily."

"That can soon be solved. Be my girlfriend; then no problems," he replied cheekily.

She let out a husky chuckle, and slowly shook her head at him.

"We're going to keep this above the belt mister. Especially if you want to be repeating this at any time, especially tonight."

Hunter sighed in mock resignation, but kept to her demands and his hands went no further south than her belly button. He did spend a lot of time becoming well acquainted with her breasts though. He started over the clothing, but pushed on by her moans, he soon had her top pushed to the sides and his lips fastened to her right breast. She arched into him, pulling his head deeper onto her. Her breathy sighs were replaced by mewling gasps as he switched to the other one, leaving his hand to keep playing with the tautened nipple.

He brought his mouth back to hers and began a slow rhythm of thrusting against her lower body. The thin material of their bathing suits made it possible to feel everything that was happening. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, meeting him in the mating dance. As his tongue dueled with hers, his hips picked up speed, rocking harder and harder against her. She felt a low tingling start in the vicinity of her pelvis and it quickly came to a crescendo, quaking throughout all her limbs. She let out a squeal of surprise and clutched tighter to Hunter, rocking her hips hard against his, causing the sensations to escalate and be drawn out. Hunter tensed up, uttering a low groan of his own, pumping his hips in time with hers, before collapsing onto her chest.