A Knight Comes To Bed (5 page)

Rachel rebounds from the assault at the garden while Sam does his own thing around campus. Although each person misses the other badly, neither one reaches out, afraid to find the other one has moved on too quickly.

But when they bump into each other at another party and things get steamy, there is no question about going on. Deciding to head back to Sam's place instead of risk getting walked in on, they head out, leaving their dates behind.

Things at Sam's place get hot and heavy. They like each other enough to admit wanting to remain doing what they're doing. Will Sam and Rachel continue to hit it off, though, intellectually, that is? They are both willing to find that out.

But what of Kurt Sully? Will the lurking menace rear his ugly head to inflict some kind of revenge?

Find out by reading on!

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MORNING CAME QUICKLY, and soon both Rachel and Sam stirred enough in their sleep to realize they were waking. The night’s events slowly drifted back to each of them. Rachel was the little spoon of their cuddle fest, and she could feel his naked body pressed up against her.

As light went from a trickle to a stream through the window, she wondered if Sam would ever want to see her again after their night together. He always kept the girls he was with at arm’s length, from what she had heard. Rachel tried to calm herself, thinking about how good the night had been, despite what had happened in the sculpture garden.

It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel as alive or as special as Sam. Rachel could tell she was a really good guy, even really down deep, and not just on the surface. She bet even if she really got to know him, she'd still be finding new stuff years from now.

Sam was having thoughts in the same vein while lying beside her. He had had a great night with her, and really liked the way Rachel had a solid reputation around campus. She wasn't just some bimbo from a party he had decided to sleep with, she was a very real human being that was complex and engaged him intellectually. Sam enjoyed her mind as well as her body, which was something that was pretty new for him. He got the feeling that Rachel though they were pretty different people, and maybe they were, but Sam reasoned that there were also many things that they had in common with each other.

Her love of poetry had been such a turn on for him. Sam wondered if Rachel realized how important that had been, that it had made him leave his party and chase after her. If that hadn't happened he never would have been able to save her from Kurt Sully in the sculpture garden and they never would have come back to his place afterward.

When Sam thought about the afterward, all of the great moments of the sex the night before came flooding back to him and his cock became swollen with blood. He wondered what Rachel's reaction would be to his hardening dick, and found her pushing back into him. Sam's dick was in between Rachel's beautiful butt cheeks. For a second he wondered if her pushing back into him had been an innocent accident; maybe she was still asleep and moving around.

But those doubts vanished the second she started grinding her ass on his dick.

“Good morning,” Rachel said as she glanced back at him. “You’re up early.”

Sam wrapped his arms around her, taking one of her breasts in each of his hands while lightly nipping at her neck. He didn’t need to say anything, it was clear that he wanted her then and there.

He took both of her nipples in his hands and rolled their soft tips between his fingers gently. Rachel's breath was coming in ragged gasps and her ass would slap against his dick. Every time she got excited, she involuntarily bucked her hips forward.

Sam's left hand released her nipple and slowly slid down her body to her clit.

Easing his hips back and thrusting them forward meaningfully, Sam was able to get the head of his dick to the entrance of her pussy, and he pushed his head in with his waiting fingers.

“Take me. Every inch I’ve got. It’s all for you, baby.”

Rachel sucked in air in a short, quick burst and held her breath as Sam pushed into her while playing with her clit and nipples. When about half of his dick had slipped into her pussy, she started bucking her hips back and forth wildly, unable to contain herself.

Sam took this as a sign to slide into her smoothly, until his hips rested against her ass and he filled her up completely.

“Ah, yeah,” Sam said as he tightened his grip on her. “That’s it. Does that make you feel good, baby girl?”

She nodded and whimpered, barely able to control herself.

“Oh God, yes,” Rachel said. “You feel so big and hard inside me. I feel you everywhere. I need more of you. Please…”

Sam obliged her and moved his hands up to her shoulders so he could pull her down as he thrust into her. He could feel his balls slapping against her wet clit every thrust forward. Sam buried his head in her neck and kissed her as he pumped into her hard and fast. Rachel pushed back into him, wiggling her ass as she did it so that Sam's dick would come in contact with more of her vagina.

She reached down between her legs, past Sam's hand stroking her clit, and played with his nuts. At first she just rolled them around in her hand, but then she started rhythmically squeezing them.

“That’s so good, baby” Sam said in a strained whisper. “Oh hell, yes. Right there.”

Rachel squeezed them gently, just enough so she knew he could feel the pressure but not so much that it hurt. She knew that Sam had the reputation for being a ladies man, but she wasn't without skills in the bedroom herself. Rachel was careful not to squeeze them too hard and to keep up with his hips lest she gave his balls a boner killing tug. She figured he would like a little light ball squeezing. Most guys liked it when a girl just ran their hand over their nuts, but Rachel knew that Sam would want something a little more than that.

“I'm going to come,” Sam said suddenly. “I'm going to pull out and I want you to jerk me off, okay?”

“Absolutely,” Rachel said. “I'd love to jerk you off.”

Sam pulled his hips back so that his dick popped out of her pussy and then pushed it back between her legs, so that it stuck out from under her pussy. Rachel reached down and jerked the dick off with a twisting motion added to the usual up down.

“That’s it. I’m almost there, baby. Damn.”

Sam released what remained of his restraint, releasing jet after jet of semen. While he came, she massaged his balls with her other hand.

“Oh God that felt so good,” Sam said. “That was…awesome. No, that was incredible.”

“Baby,” Rachel cooed as she rolled over to face Sam. “I'm going to need you to go down on me. I didn't get off that time.”

“Oh, don't you worry,” Sam said with a smirk. “I'm going to eat you out until you can’t see straight, baby.”

Rachel couldn't help but giggle as he started out sucking on her nipples and slowly pecked his way down to her pussy. He nibbled at her clit with his lips, then slowly licked all the way around her pussy lips before sticking his tongue as far as he could inside her. To really get it in there, Sam grabbed big handfuls of each of her ass cheeks in each hand and pulled her to him.

“Oh Sam,” Rachel said. “Oh God. Yes, just like that. Please don’t stop, Sam. Don’t stop now.”

Rachel put both of her palms on the back of Sam's head and started to push down while she ground her pussy forward against his face. It felt so good to grind against his tongue and lips.
Shit
, it felt great. Rachel knew she was going to come soon. She could feel it building up inside her, looking for a way to get out.

Sam stopped probing the depths of her pussy with his tongue and latched on to her clit with his lips, clamping down just right so that her clit rolled between his lips the same way he played with her nipples between his fingers. Except this time his tongue was there to play as well.

“Sweet Jesus!” Rachel said. “Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby. I'm coming...”

Rachel's body rocked with an orgasm. She squeezed Sam's head between her thighs like a vice as she shook like a leaf in the wind, her eyes rolling back into her head, a small, high-pitched sound coming out of her mouth.

“Oh, God! Yes!” Rachel yelled while grinding her pussy against Sam's waiting mouth and ready tongue. “Oh, baby. You’re killing me. Damn.”

Rachel's bodily convulsions slowed and finally came to a stop. It took a few seconds for Rachel to release her clamp like hold on Sam's head, but she managed to somehow spread her legs open again after they stopped quivering. Sam slowly pecked his way back up her body from her pussy, gave her nipples a few sucks, and then kissed her on the mouth.

“You taste like pussy,” Rachel said with a giggle.

“You taste good so I taste good,” Sam said.

They lay motionless in each other’s arms for a few minutes before they started to move around, knowing if they didn't get up now, they would most likely fall asleep. They got up and started to look around for their clothes.

When they found them, they started getting dressed while stealing lustful glances at each other.

“I really had fun last night,” Sam said.

“What about this morning?” Rachel asked with a wicked smile.

“Well of course,” Sam said. “I just meant that…I really didn’t expect to have a lot of common things with you.”

Rachel gave him a big smile as she slipped her shirt over her head. She wondered if this all wasn't too much, if it would affect her ability to study to get the grades she needed to be a high-powered lawyer in the future. Sam was thinking the same thing as he buttoned up his jeans, except his doubts were about having what it took to run his family’s business.

“Hey, Rachel, I just want you to know…” Sam said and then trailed off.

“Yes, Sam,” Rachel said. “What is it?”

“I just want you to know that I'm not a huge man-slut like the rumors say, but I'm also not ready for any kind of commitment,” Sam said. “Now’s not just the right time, you know?”

“No, it's okay,” Rachel said. “I completely understand what you’re saying. I get that this isn't a great time for you to be in a relationship, and to be frank this isn't a great time for me either. Let's just leave it as it is and keep an open mind about hanging out again, maybe, but no pressure.”

Rachel stopped talking and silence filled the room.

“How does that sound?” Rachel asked.

“I think that sounds great,” Sam said.

Sam didn't want to rebuff her and, surprisingly found that he didn't mind what she was saying. Most girls always pressed for some kind of commitment, but Rachel seemed like she understood that he wasn't ready and it sounded like she honestly couldn't either. Sam hoped they slept together again, or at least made out, and he could tell by how she was looking at him that she felt the same way.

“I really think we need to report what happened at the sculpture garden,” Sam said. “What if it happens to someone else?”

“Yeah, I agree,” Rachel said. “How about we meet at the university in an hour or so?”

“Sounds good to me,” Sam said as he walked her to the door. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I'm fine,” Rachel said with a faint smile. “You made it okay.”

Sam watched her walk down the street away from his apartment and wondered how he got so lucky.

“SAM, I REALLY want to thank you again for everything you've done,” Rachel said.

Sam and Rachel were walking back to her dorm from the university, past the sculpture garden she had been assaulted in. They had spent the better part of an hour reporting the events of the night before. It had taken many a form but they had patiently filled them out.

Now they were slowly walking side by side and enjoying the day. It really was beautiful, Rachel thought, as she surveyed the garden. What would have happened if Sam hadn’t shown up? She didn't want to think about it, but it would have destroyed this place for her, one of the few places she really thought she could take solace from the business of the day.

As she and Sam slowly walked around the sculpture garden, Rachel wondered what it would have been like to be raped, to be physically forced to allow someone else to penetrate her body. The kind of person that would force themselves on someone else had to be the lowest of the low, the absolute bottom feeders of society. But on college campuses, there tended to be a lot of a sexual assault and rape, it was one of the reasons that first made Rachel think feminism was important.

College was a strange time for many people. Oh sure, it was easy to say that high school was when the awkward phase happened, but really it was in college where people were figuring themselves and each other out both mentally and physically. That's why it seemed so strange that college would be such a dangerous place for young ladies. So many scumbag guys would justify taking home a really drunk girl, more or less knowing that she wouldn't remember anything that happened the next day.

They just didn't care, the boys that would talk about this, they would smile and laugh and carry on about it with their friends because the law allowed for it. Sure, Rachel thought that women needed to be more careful than getting black-out drunk and passing out with their tube top half off at the bar, but at the same time boys needed to be men and respect other people who were weaker than them physically.

So many young men had this law of the jungle mentality where they only respected the physically strong that survived, but that seemed so limiting. The real world outside of college didn't care how much you benched or what your maximum squat was. All of those things were stupid and trivial.

Rachel broke away from her thoughts for a moment and snuck a peak at Sam.

“How are you holding up?” Rachel asked.

“Me?” Sam said. “You are the one that disappeared with a doctor for half an hour. How are you doing?”

“Oh, I'm fine,” Rachel said. “I wrote on one of the reports that I'd clawed his face and they wanted to take some samples for the lab. They said they found some really good blood clots under my nails and that was about it.”

“So they have his DNA now,” Sam asked.

“Yep,” Rachel said. “So when he finally gets arrested, it'll more or less be a grand slam case, with your testimony and his DNA. How could his lawyer even argue anything?”

“I don't know,” Sam said. “But at this point I think the real trick will be catching him. As crazy as it sounds, Kurt might just drop out of life or something, you know, stop going to practice or school and stay away from his place so the cops can't pick him up.”

“Do you really think so?” Rachel asked.

“I really don't know,” Sam said. “But maybe. I'm just thinking out loud.”