Chapter 11: Taking What They Want

They're about to start running down the sidewalk when they hear the familiar sound of Cory's car approaching down the block.

"What the hell?" he says, rolling up to them. "Are you two crazy, being out here without a coat on?"

He begins taking his off to give to Kayla, since she's in nothing but a spaghetti-strap shirt.

"No, just trying to hurry to find you and Rick," She says, beginning to shake in the cold air.

"Get in the car and get warm. No way you're going there tonight. He's too upset—and get back inside, you two."

Once they get into the car, Tara tries to use the opportunity to teach Kayla a few new moves.

"We're sorry, baby. Can I get a kiss to help warm me up, please?" She bats her eyes over to him, giving Kayla the chance to see her moves in action.

"Come here then." Cory reaches over, pulling her over to him as close as possible.

She latches on to Cory, to attempt to crack through his resistance. Tara tries to push her luck when she takes possession of his arm, pulling his hand from the small of her back, resting it on her breast. Cory stops when he hears Kayla moaning a little too loud from the backseat.

"Oh, shit. I forgot she was there," he says, out of breath.

"I don't mind. I've seen you two kiss before," Kayla mentions, wanting to see how Tara can push his buttons.

"No, it isn't right to make you sit there and watch us."

Tara tries to keep going with suggestions. "Well, she can sneak back into my room, and we can go back to yours."

Cory takes control of the situation.

"No way! She's your guest, and you will not ditch her like that. Now, get back in there before we get into it."

She still tries to get her way. "But, baby, I need you. Don't you need me?"

Despite the impulse, Cory stands his ground. "You have no idea, but you got company. Goodnight, ladies. I'll see you later or at school. Don't make me regret this, Tara, please."

Not wanting to accept being turned down, Tara digs deep to manipulate his desires.

"But-but-but, Cory, I love you, and I want us to make love."

Shocked at hearing those words, Cory battles through the heat growing in his loins.

"We can't tonight, but damn it, you're good. I love you too, but not now."

Kayla even tries to push his buttons. "I can sit here and stay warm. I don't wanna come between you two."

That breaks through Cory's patience.

"I said no! Goodnight, ladies. Now get out of my damn car!" He lashes out, trying to contain his composure, not the heat of the moment.

Disappointed that he could hold out, Tara tries to hold back her quivering lips.

"Don't do that, please. I'm sorry, I am, but it's not right to make her sit in the car."

Tara uses her sweet and innocent look to get her way. "She said she didn't mind, and she doesn't have to wait in the car. She can go down to the guest bedroom." Cory signals no and backs away, leaning up against his door.

"Night."

The girls get out, and Cory makes sure they go back through the window before he pulls away.

"Oh, I'm not taking no for an answer!" Tara growls, looking over to Kayla.

"I'll stay here. Go get him!"

Tara gives him time to get around the block. She climbs back through the window to go have it out with Cory. Kayla stands there until she sees Tara is out of sight and goes over to the bed. She begins to feel herself up and down, imagining Rick to be the one touching her body.

"Oh ... Rick, don't quit ..." she moans silently, using her hands to guide her body to crush her sexual requests pulsing in her veins.

Jogging over to Cory's, Tara meets him at his bedroom window.

"Don't think I'm taking no for an answer!" she says, grabbing Cory by his shoulder, turning him to face her.

"Get back to your house now! You can't ditch Kayla. That isn't right!"

Slipping her arms inside his coat, she gives him a look of purpose.

"Fuck you. I said I wanted you, and I'm here, so deal with it!"

Cory takes hold of her shirt with a new style to his attitude.

"You want it then get inside. Hurry up and get inside!" He reaches over opening his window with one hand.

She knows she's got her wish. Tara slides through the opening. The moment Cory pulls himself into his room, he gets his grip on Tara's shirt, yanking it over her head. She turns around after Cory unsnaps her bra. She removes it from her shoulders. Before it lands at her feet, Cory's already up close to her body.

He kneels, removing her yoga pants. He stands up, peeling his shirt off, making her shudder at the sight of his muscles.

"Lay down!" he orders her, working his way to removing his shoes, jeans, and boxers.

"Yes, baby, I'll do whatever you say."

A new notion, one he's never felt before; Cory's breathing becomes deeper as the empowerment sweeps over him.

"Shut your eyes now!" he instructs in a low tone, lowering himself down into his knees.

Guessing he's going to lower himself to kiss her, Tara is taken by surprise when she feels Cory kiss her inner thighs. Her hands on his head, she runs her fingers through his hair, realizing he has her where he wants her. Cory takes complete control when he moves from the crease of her thigh to working his way to orally tease Tara.

When the response of his actions races to her mind, Tara clutches her hands over her mouth trying not to moan or scream as Cory works his way over her body, making it tremble as she reaches her first oral orgasm.

After her body is ready on the bed, Cory prepares himself for more, taking out protection from his nightstand. When he's ready, he lowers himself down onto Tara's body, shoving into her body faster than he did last time. He doesn't waste time working himself into a steady pace. Able to control his breathing this time, he works his hips as they crash against Tara's body.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Tara keeps her mouth covered with her hands to muffle her grunts. With each thrust, she begins to feel Cory swell up inside her, preparing to reach his climax. She removes her hands and reaches up, clutching the back of his neck.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop. Faster, c'mon, faster!" she begs, breathing deeper as Cory begins to grunt, satisfying her request.

"Yes, oh, Cory, I love you," she says seconds before her body shakes with pleasure, causing her legs and hands to fall off Cory's body.

Soon he feels that her body surrenders to his. Cory pushes into her one more time before he comes to a stop, when his body sends everything he's experiencing through his explosion inside Tara's body.

"Was that good enough?" he asks, rolling off her body.

"That was what I needed," she says, lying there, trying to catch her breath.

"Me too. I've been wanting to do that again."

Tara twists her head to face his. "Anytime you want it, just say so. I'm all yours, I meant it. I love you, Cory."

She begins to rub his cheek.

Cory smiles then sits up. "Good to know. I love you too, and I mean it too."

Gradually working her way up to grab her clothes, Tara reaches over, kissing him passionately. Finally, able to get a moment away from her lips, Cory warns her, "Unless you want more, I'd suggest you stop now—or else."

Tara returns to kiss him, throwing her hips over his waist, sliding down to pick up where he left off.

"I'll take that as a yes," Cory huffs when Tara pushes herself into position, rotating her hips as she works her way to riding Cory.

Her hands firmly placed on his muscular chest, she takes control shoving down with force working her way to another orgasm.

Grinding her body hard for another ten minutes, she accidentally groans a little loudly when she explodes all over again. Her body tightens with intensity around Cory's shaft, which sends him into uncharted territory as he begins to tremor within Tara again.

"Wow, already, oh, fuck ..."

Her mouth shudders as one final small orgasm crashes over her body, feeling Cory expand and contract inside her.

Collapsed on top of Cory, their bodies collide with force. They nearly pass out together, embraced on the bed. The night is nearly halfway over when they let go of each other.

"Guess I should get back to Kayla."

Cory lifts himself up gives Tara a hand to her feet.

"Want me to walk you home?" he asks, bending over, slipping back into his jeans.

"Uh, of course, ya big lug." Tara stretches out to kiss him again.

Shortly after breaking the kiss, Cory reminds her they need to get moving.

"We can't keep kissing, or else it'll only result in more of the same."

She lifts her eyes seductively. Tara plays with him. "Not a bad thing."

Cory puts the brakes on immediately. "Yes, it is. I'm out of condoms. Rick's been taking them from me for him and Kayla."

Tara snaps her fingers.

"Well, that jerk, but who needs them. Pull out, baby."

That kills the mood right then and there.

"I'm easy, not dumb, sweetie. I couldn't if I wanted to, and I think you know that by now."

Tara motions her shoulders upwards.

"Oh, well, your loss," she teases, stepping back into the glowing light from the window.

"Get dressed and let's go," Cory says sternly, tossing her clothes to her.

"Fine." She exhales, frustrated at being turned down.

"Let's go," he says while opening the window and taking her hand to help her out.

Once they get around the corner from her house, Cory and Tara spot Rick's van parked along the edge of the curb.

"Well, guess they can always find each other," Tara let's slip out with a tiny giggle.

"Yeah, but oddly, there's no movement from the van, and his windows are too dark to see in there at night," Cory reminds her from the time they made out by the point.

Not risking the chance to interrupt them in the van, Cory gives Tara a boost back up to the roof. They both crouch down, making their way to the window. Cory stops momentarily when he reaches for the edging.

"Holy shit, I think we have bad timing," he states with a look of concern on his face.

Tara leans in to see what he's talking about. What she witnesses as her jaw drops wide open: there, on her bed, they get a view of Kayla lying on her stomach with her face buried in a pillow, allowing Rick to forcefully bury himself into her. He has his hands gripping her hips for balance since his pace is rough and rapid.

"They're fucking on my bed!" Tara cries out, clasping her mouth after she realizes she hasn't been quiet about it.

Cory pushes her away from the window so they don't get caught seeing their friends have sex.

"I think we'll chill right here for a moment," he suggests, slipping out of his coat, handing it to her.

"Damn it. See, we could've kept going, Cory!" she scolds him, smacking his arm in a frisky manner.

"My bad, my love."

While they sit and wait, inside the room, Rick is giving it his best effort.

"Yeah, Kay, oh fuck, yeah, baby," he groans, tightening his grip.

"You're going to kill me, Rick!" Kayla yells with her face firmly planted in the pillow.

"Good, you're mine to break," he reminds her while he picks up the pace.

Beginning to keep him tightening and twitching within her, Kayla pushes back, squeezing with all her might to help Rick to get off so she can end her misery in the position he has her pinned to.

"No, don't squeeze!" Rick grunts, feeling her tighten up, causing him to spasm.

"You bitch!" he cries out, digging his hands into her skin.

"Oh, fuck you, it hurts!" Kayla screams, still facing into the pillow.

Thinking it's finished, she pulls herself away from him, rolling over.

"You ain't done yet!" he growls, lowering himself, trying to kiss her as she pushes against him.

"No, I don't want ..."

Rick manages to get their lips connected, which forces Kayla to give in putting her arms around the back of his head.

Peeking into the window, Tara sees that they're just lying there, kissing.

"Good, they're done. See you, Cory." She waves, popping open the window.

Surprised by the window opening, Rick is nearly halfway inside Kayla when he stops.

"Oh, damn, I thought you was finished," Tara says when she notices his hips lowering.

"I am now!" he says, rolling off Kayla, hitting the floor softly enough to avoid a thud that would alert to Tara's parents.

"I'm sorry!" she mouths, covering her eyes so Rick can get up to get his clothes back on.

"I'm decent, and nice timing. Hey, wait, is that ... no!" Rick notes, seeing Cory's coat still draped around her.

"Yeah, again, sorry."

Rick skips over to the window to see Cory making his way home. "Fuck, I need to go. My parents think I went to his place. Love ya, Kay. Bye!" He looks back, then rushes out the window.

Sitting there, Kayla covers her breasts. "Hey, could you um, ya know, hand me my clothes, please."

Tara is more than happy to fulfill that request.

"I am so incredibly sorry," she repeats, sitting beside Kayla.

"I'm not. I did what you told me to do. I took control, and then I gave him control. Even though that hurt like hell, I think it did the trick making up for what happened earlier."

Tara still refuses to look over at Kayla after she's dressed.

"Well, glad I could help," she retorts, folding her hand over her eyes.

In a surprising move to show her how much she's taken the advice to heart, Kayla kisses Tara. The action causes her to remove her hand when she feels their lips embrace.

"What was that for ..." she begins, putting her hands to her lips.

"I wanted to do that earlier, but you backed away. You gave me the chance, and I took it. That's all I wanted, and see? You can look at me now."

They place a hand on each other's cheek.

"You little tease. Good job," Tara whispers, proudly able to flip the night around.

They hear the van start up and pull away.

"I take you had control and made Cory give in again?"

Tara tries to hide her smile. "Sort of. He got mad and took it all out on me. He, well, uh, did things differently, and unlike last time, it wasn't so fast since it wasn't his first time."

"Yay!" Kayla squeals with joy.

"I wanna know, how did Rick find you?" Tara beings to question, sitting there with her hands in on Kayla's thigh.

"Oh, it was too easy. He called your cellular, and since I picked up, he started to apologize, and well, I remembered what you told me."

Curious to what all occurred, Tara digs a little deeper. "So you said come over and let's do it?"

Kayla laughs, waving that notion off.

"No, I started to tease him by acting like I was touching myself, and he couldn't resist after I started moaning deeply into the phone.

"That's my girl!"

"Oh, it didn't stop there. When he got here, I was down to my panties and put him on the bed. I gave him a little lap dance and did something I've never done before, and well, you know."

Kayla motions using her hands.

"Oh my, did he like it?"

Kayla, in a hurry, acknowledges with a head shake. "Then I crawled up to his ear and told him to break me, and, well, he did."

The girls continue to go on about what each one did to seduce the boys. Still able to feel the connection from a few moments ago, Kayla surprises Tara once more with another kiss, as they experiment with each other. They giggle as they try new things.

A few blocks away, Rick parks by Cory's and runs to catch him before he gets back into his room through his window.

"Hey, Core, wait up!" he calls out, rushing to him.

"Oh, hey, hurry up it's cold!" Cory waves, waiting impatiently.

"Dude, what a crazy night, and your girl interrupted us, to boot," Rick informs him, helping Cory lift the window.

"Oh, my bad, man, she thought you was done, and besides, ain't like we didn't do the same thing here."

Rick nudges Cory in the arm before they climb into the house.

He shuts the window and stands there. The boys huddle around the heating vent.

"So I take it that the bed isn't a dry place to sit right now?"

Cory's eyes say it all when they shift in the direction of where they were on the bed.

"Oh, nice, bruh. Finally in the big boy club. Hell, yeah, welcome to the club."

Curling his lower lip and giving Rick a high five, the boys don't say anything else. They simply fix the bed, making themselves comfy before discussing it anymore.

"This is a whole new world for me. I wouldn't have ever thought anything could fix what happened tonight," Cory explains, remembering his dad's news.

"What happened?"

Cory begins to break it down.

"When I got home, my folks told me that my dad has diabetes, like, really badly. It's affecting my dad's hands and feet and stuff, man. My mother told me to get lost to go deal with it on my own. Then I beat Joe in a race, and then somehow, it was like Tara knew I needed something to distract me, and I took out how I was feeling on her body."

Rick sits there, stunned at the discovery.

"Oh, wow. Well, I do know this, from what Kay told me: Tara was showing her things to do to make me give in and then take control. So, really, I think that served two purposes."

Cory sits there letting it sink in. "Maybe, but whatever it was, I'm glad it worked. It's been a hell of a night—I know that much for sure."

Rick bounces his head in agreement. "Amen, bruh, but anyway, let's get some sleep and make tomorrow—or, well, today—a better one. We became real men tonight taking control of our women."

Cory takes it contrarily the wrong way of how Rick means over control.

"Yeah, you're right. Those girls belong to us, now, don't they?"

Rick pushes off the bed onto the mattress on the floor. "Damn right—to us and no one else. Oh, by the way, mind if I borrow yours to finish getting me off later."

Cory laughs sending a pillow crashing down, slamming Rick in the face. "Oh, that's it. You're dead, buddy boy!"

The boys wrestle around for a bit before calling it a draw.

"All right, all right, it's late enough. Let's get some rest," Rick suggests, trying to get out of the wristlock that has him pinned down on the floor.

"Cool, see ya in a few hours for church brother-man."

Rick yawns, saying, "Sounds good. Then we take the girls out to eat or something. Separately, though, ya know, to work into getting some more action."

Lying there, Cory doesn't make a sound as he tries to relax. When the roar of Rick's snoring travels through the air, Cory looks over to his other window, thinking about Tara as his eyes grow heavy and shut, sending him off to sleep.