Freckles

Freckles
Part 5
(071105-0771117)


Kathryn stuck her head outside the door of her bedroom, casting a glance back into her room, making sure it was clean. She turned back to the hallway, making sure it was completely empty before stepping out into the hall. She slid her shoes off and picked them up as she quietly closed the door behind her. She tiptoed up the hallway, past Francesca's room and was about to reach the turnoff to the kitchen before she squealed as the door to Travis' bedroom was quickly thrown open. She covered her face with her hands as her shoes clattered to the floor. She whimpered in fright and she frowned when she heard Travis laugh at her.

"Ha, I knew you were avoiding me." He exclaimed triumphantly.

"I'm sorry." She blurted, furtively peeking out from behind her hands.

"May I ask why?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest as he leant against the door frame to his bedroom. Kathryn was momentarily distracted by the freckles scattered across his forearms. She giggled briefly when she contemplated asking him if he worked out and Travis had to clear his throat loudly to get her attention.

"I didn't think I could face you after what happened the other night." She told him as he covered his forearms with his hands. The back of his hands were scattered with freckles, a light dusting of auburn hair obscuring the freckles on his knuckles.

"I didn't mean to cry you know. I was just really upset and before I knew it I was bawling my eyes out." Travis' cheeks turned pink and he turned his head away from her.

"I meant the night you decided to hop into my bed." She said as she stepped closer to him, her hands immediately reaching out to trace the freckles on his arm.

"What is it with you and freckles?" He asked her softly as she pressed herself closer towards him. She shrugged, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as he began to breathe heavily.

"You have nice freckles." She murmured swaying closer to him. Kathryn looked up at him, her hands on his forearms as she leant in to kiss him. They were centimetres apart when Kathryn's suddenly super sensitive senses picked up what appeared to be a low, pained moan.

"Did you hear that?" She asked quietly as she turned away from Travis.

"Kathryn, just leave it..." Travis told her as she inched closer to her cousin's door, her keen hearing picking up another moan.

"What if she's hurt?" Kathryn demanded, her hand on the doorknob to Francesca's room.

"Kathryn, no." Travis reached out to grab her arm as Kathryn turned to knob and quietly pushed the bedroom door open. Kathryn's eyes widened in surprise and she was about to gasp when Travis clamped a hand down over her mouth, pulling her body up against his as he caught the door and pulled it half closed.

"You should have listened to me." He growled as his free hand tightened on her hip bone.

Kathryn nodded in reply as she stood transfixed, her eyes wide and disbelieving. Sebastien was in Francesca's room, sat in her reading chair, his head thrown back as he moaned quietly, occasionally grounding out an instruction to Francesca. While Kathryn heard a lot about Francesca's head giving prowess, she had never really imagined it to be true. Her cousin used to have a rather embellished reputation in school, most accounts portraying her as a slut. And while Kathryn had never believed any of the rumours, it seemed that some were accurate.

"Looks sort of painful, doesn't it." Travis said to her quietly as Kathryn watched her cousin deep throat their roommate.

Kathryn had to agree, cringing as Sebastien's hand snuck down to cup the crown of Francesca's head, his palm urging her forward more. This seemed to be a regular occurrence because all Francesca had to do was click her fingers to get him to ease the pressure, and gently ease her lips away from his cock completely. Francesca flexed her jaw muscles, massaging her cheek with her fingertips.

"Sorry." Sebastien told her.

"A little too much, too quickly. I got to learn how to pace myself." Francesca replied.

"There's ample time for you to practice."

Francesca's lips parted and with a quick swipe of her tongue over her lips she leant forward. She took him in slower, the pinkish, veined skin of his cock slowly disappearing into her cousins’ mouth.

"This happens a lot with them. They're on the brink of something big and neither of them likes it. Sex is all well and good for them, but they don't want anything else. It's just fucking and fighting. Each wants the other so much it's become an actual physical ache, it's just that neither has enough courage to pull together a relationship, a real relationship." Travis murmured to her, shocking her with his insight.

"A little more tongue, a little less teeth. A little more, little more...too much. Ah, fuck, that's it, do that again." Sebastien’s voice was changing, his words coming out as a low growl as he began to grind out orders.

Travis reached out, pulling the door closed before walking backwards to his bedroom, his arm still securely around her waist, his other hand clamped on her mouth. He kicked his bedroom door shut behind them and let her go, threading his fingers through his hair as he sighed.

"I don't want us to end up like them." He told her as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Kathryn made her way over and sat down next to him.

"Neither do I." She answered, her hand on his knee.

"My sister's a little better."

"Really?"

"Just a little, but it's something."

"That's great Travis, really, it is."

"It means that I have other commitments and I can't emotionally invest myself in a relationship because all my attention will be focused elsewhere." Kathryn nodded and sat contemplating his words before answering.

"That's okay." She eventually answered honestly.

"Is it really?"

"Travis, to be honest, we wouldn't make a good couple. I mean the sex was great. But, to be honest, I don't think we could do devoted."

"Great? It was fucking incendiary. Well I imagine it was anyway."

"What do you mean imagine?" Kathryn frowned at Travis as he turned away shyly.

"Well, my mother always taught me to be a gentlemen and part of being a gentlemen is not molesting an unconscious interest."

"Oh." Kathryn flushed in embarrassment.

"How's about one more time for the road?" Travis fluttered his eyelashes at her as he nudged her shoulder.

"What? Have sex one more time?" She asked, a little confused.

"It'll be good, I promise."

"Can I be on top?" Kathryn asked.

"Sure." Travis stood and whipped his shirt off, dropping it on the floor.

Kathryn took the hint and as Travis began unbuckling his belt, Kathryn pulled the zipper down on her dress and gently eased her self out of it. They were both naked rather quickly and Travis sat himself back down on the bed. Kathryn stood a little unsure, watching him as she fluffed her hair.

"Come here babe, I don't bite, even if you ask, it's a little weird as far as I'm concerned." Travis patted his thighs and Kathryn took a deep breath before moving over to him and straddling his thighs. It took a few quick movements of Travis' fingers to get her wet and he passed her a condom packet that he had removed from his pant pocket, urging her to put it on while he continued to press his thumb against her clit. The condom was eased down rather awkward and he tried not to wince as her nails scratched him rather painfully.

"Showtime." Travis muttered as he pressed his fingers against her, his fingers sticky and slick.

Travis leant back and placed his hands on her waist to urge upwards and downwards, easing her down onto his aching erection. He had been hard since they had seen Francesca and Sebastien and was eager for a piece of action. Kathryn wasn't as tight as he had assumed she would be and she was a little unsure of how to move her hips, Travis having to place a hand on her lower back to help guide her movements.

The sex was hot, slick and sweaty and Travis had to restrain himself, kissing her roughly as he fought off his impending climax. He was trying to wait for her to climax first but after a few rather interesting twists of her hips Travis came, cursing loudly as he pressed his head into the curve of her neck as he pulled his lips away from hers.

"Sorry." He muttered as he tried to steady his breathing.

"It's okay. Still friends?"

"Still friends."

The End

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Well that's it my darlings.
Another chapter I agonised over.
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