Fast Lane

TITLE: Fast Lane AUTHOR: MidKnight CHAPTER: 3 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Lois - Lois / other RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three UNIVERSE: What if Lois met Clark during his Red Kryptonite summer between the end of Season 2 and the beginning of Season 3 while she is going through a rebellious phase of her own. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER THREE He carried her out of the pool, with her arms wrapped around his neck. She notes, almost absently, that he had collected her trail of clothes and they lie in a haphazard pile next to his. Now that the intensity of the pleasure has subsided and the adrenaline has run its course, she finds herself more than a little freaked out at her own behaviour. She was, by large, an impulsive girl, but this was completely out of character for her. She thought of girls who did it on the first date as fast and loose sluts, so what did that make her, Fast Lane? She'd only known Clark for a few hours. Granted, what they had done, what he had done to her had been amazing, like something out of one of those five and dime romance novels. At, the tender old age of nineteen, she had, before tonight had only two other lovers. The first, Thomas Riley, Tom, at the age of sixteen, had been the late night, fumbling loss of her virginity in the romantic setting of an empty shell of a tank on an artillery firing range. It was the best a pair of army brats could come up with and he had tried, having brought several thick blankets and lit candles before she had arrived. They had been dating for almost two years, the longest she had actually stayed in one place at that time. It had not sat well with The General, but he had relented, eventually, but with restrictions of course. She'd really liked Tom; he had been handsome in a guy-next-door kind of way and respectful of her, never really putting pressure on her about sex. That had not meant they hadn't fooled around, but it had always been respectful, consensual and thrilling. She hadn't planned to go all the way with him, yet. She had been comfortable with their level of intimacy and she had thought he had been too. She'd been giving him hand jobs for months and she had even enjoyed when he played with her breasts or slid his hand down her pants above her panties. They both seemed fine to remain at third base. He was the closest thing she ever had to a sweetheart. It was the accidental discovery of paperwork that indicated that The General was once again being reassigned, moving them halfway across the country, which prompted her to make the decision. In hindsight, she didn't quite know how much of that decision was based on the idea that she would be losing what she then considered the love of her life and how much was a strange form of spite aimed at her father. She remembers how awkward that night had been. They had gotten hot and heavy on several occasions where, had either of their wills failed, they most likely would have just naturally and spontaneously become lovers, yet now that they had made a conscious decision it had seemed hard to meet each others eyes. At first, even their kissing seemed forced, but hormones had soon taken over and their hands started the process of removing their clothes. They found that you could only remove so much clothing while lying pressed together and kissing and by unspoken agreement they separated and stripped out of their shoes and jeans, leaving them both in their underwear. She liked the way his eyes lit up in appreciative admiration of the way she looked in the black and purple lacey bra and panty set she had spent a large chunk of her savings on. She could see his erection tenting the front of his boxers twitch. They had continued kissing, their hands roaming, They had gotten this far, once or twice before and she had almost swatted his hand away by instinct when he started to slide his hand under the waistband of her panties, but managed to stop herself. She found herself looking up at the rusted metal of the tank shell around them, occasionally blinking as she catalogued the new sensation of fingers that were not her own caressing her intimate flesh. It had felt really strange at first as he floundered about with a hesitant touch and she had to restrain herself from telling him to stop, but soon he gained confidence and his fingers began to stoke rhythmically up and down between her swelling folds, his fingertips lightly probing her entrance. She'd unconsciously spread her legs further giving him better access as his hand became more active. Her hand had worked their way into his boxers and started to lightly stroke his length. His other hand worked at the clasp at the back of her bra. It took him a couple of tries, but he got it unhooked, freeing her breasts. She felt a little sense of relief. The situation and his attentions had made the skin of her breasts tighten and her areola and nipples swell and harden, making the undergarment feel small and restrictive. The cool air teased at her warm breasts and her skin tingled under his touch both above and below her waist. His fingers probed deeper as he fondles her breasts. His lips left hers and started to explore the skin he had just exposed. She let the world go a little blurry as she contemplated the sensations snaking through her body and their surrounding through her lowered eyelashes before she let her eyes close. His thumb found the little pearl of her clit and she let out a soft, sharp gasp and her sex clenched expelling her cream onto her folds and his caressing fingers. Her hips began to rock, pressing into his touch as she became more aroused. His lips and breath are warm on her skin; they tickle slightly when they touch her breasts. Her fist, wrapped around his shaft, squeezes and slide up his length with a slight twisting motion, that she knows he likes. She feels him jerk slightly between her fingers and she felt slippery liquid spill onto her fingers as they reached his dickhead and he groans. Hesitantly, they had removed the last of each other's clothing, finding themselves completely naked with each other and a member of the opposite sex, for the first time. His hands had continued to caress and explore her exposed flesh and she lay back, simply assimilating the feel of his hands and lips on her body, her eyelids heavy and half closed. She could feel her sex continue to flower open and moisten with a steady stream of warm cream coating her clenching and relaxing channel and swollen folds. She opened her eyes fully when his hands left her and after a few moments she heard the mutter a soft curse. She shifted onto her side, facing him and found him trying to open the foil package of a condom. She could see his hands trembling and laid her hand lightly on his. "Let me." She told him and after a moments reluctance hand it to her. She managed to open it on her third try and extricated the lubricated condom. Only later, when she knew more about those kinds of things, she would get his thoughtfulness. It had been ribbed. His twitching erection was a little more daunting than the bananas they had been given to practice on in Sex Ed class, but she managed without incident to roll it down his length. She felt him throb and pulse against her fingers before she let him go and rolled onto her back. He shifted close and then above her and between her spread legs. Apprehension and anticipation warred inside her as he moved forward, most, but not all of his weight held on his knees and his hands, which rested on the blanket on either side of her shoulders. He presses against her sex, the tip of his cock sliding through her wet, swollen folds, but not quite finding her entrance. It was actually quite pleasant if a bit frustrating. His cock kept brushing against her clit with his efforts to find her entrance sending little shockwaves of sensation into her, but after an imploring look from him, she reached between them and guided him to and slightly inside her entrance. He pressed forward, hesitantly at first and then more steadily. She'd hissed and then gasped as something bigger than either her fingers or his spread, stretched and filled her sex. She heard him groan as he drove into her, and she surrounded him with her moist, hot, resisting flesh. The dragging friction of his latex covered shaft sliding through her tight channel, sent a shiver of pleasurable sensation up her spine. Her chest felt like it was on fire and she released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her eyes widened even further as the tip of his cock pressed against the barrier of her maidenhead with insistent pressure. He pulled back slightly, rocking his hips and, his cock inside her, back and forth, his dickhead rhythmically pressing against the obstruction of her hymen with increasing pressure, testing it, stretching it, but not breaking through. She looked up at him to find his expression a mixture of surprise, rapture and fierce concentration. She'd wondered what he saw on her face as she catalogued the new sensation his cock was stirring inside her. Her hips had started to rise and fall in unison with his, urging him on as her desire increased. She felt him pull further back and grit his teeth before thrusting forward. There was a feeling of building, unrelenting pressure and then a sharp, tearing pain that drew a gasped cry of: "OWWW!" from her and she reflexively tried to close her legs, pressing them hard to his sides, her sex, clenching to halt his suddenly painful advance. Her fingernails bit into the blanket on either side of her as she clutched at it and her vision went blurry with the haze of unshed tears. He managed to halt the momentum of his thrust and was now still inside her, throbbing against the tight velvet fist of her deflowered sex, looking down at her in concern. "Are you all right?" he asked nervously. Her breathing was heavy and ragged as the enormity of what had just happened settled on her even as the pain subsided to a pulsing ache. "Give me a moment." She told him and she could hardly recognize her own voice it sounded so strange. She saw him start to say something several times before he simply said: "I love you, Lois." And then he lightly pressed his lips to hers. She hadn't told him that he would soon be moving away and she suddenly realized exactly how much she was going to miss him. She let go of the blanket as the ache subsided further to a slight discomfort and wrapped them around him along with her legs and he took that as the signal to continue. He nuzzled at her neck and shoulder as he continued his forward motion, his cock now in completely unexplored territory as it made its way into the intimate core of her being. She couldn't help but grimace slightly as he pressed deeper into the tight confines of her pussy and little flares of pain mingled with the pleasure as her resisting flesh reluctantly gave way. She clutched at his back when he was all the way inside her and ground up against him as he rocked inside her. After a moment he drew back and the thrust forward again with a soft grunt. He repeated the process again and again and again. His chest resting on and slightly flattening her breasts rubbed back and forth across her nipples causing tingling sensation to sizzle into her chest to make her breathing shudder as she drew in long, deep breaths. The pain and any discomfort she had felt, fell away under an onslaught of pleasure that radiated from his latex covered shaft as it slid back and forth in the molten tightness of her snatch and she undulated against him to match his long, even strokes. His grunts grew louder and she could feel his breath puff out hot against her skin. She felt his rhythm begin to falter and then with his next stroke he lifted his head and uttered a little stuttering cry and she felt him twitch and then spasm inside her. He sort of collapsed onto her after that and lay, groaning and panting across her body. She hadn't really known what to do. She was frustrated as the flame of her building orgasm was robbed of the pleasurable fuel of his thick, pumping shaft and slowly cooled to embers, destined to die. Yet, at the same, she had been so overwhelmed by what had just happened. "I'm not a virgin any more!" the words hammered and echoed through her mind to the beat of her still racing heart. She felt his lips, press warm and wet against the sweaty skin of her chest before he rolled off her, his shaft sliding free of her to lie on his back next to her. She heard him remove the condom. They lay like that, in silence, staring up at the rusted shell of the tank. "Are you all right? I'm sorry. I know you didn't... I just couldn't hold it back anymore." He apologized. "Do you need me to...?" her asked leaving the question vague although it's meaning had been clear. She had felt a little strange, not sore exactly, just uncomfortable and the air felt cold against her skin. "No, Tom. I'm fine." She declined his offer. He rolled onto his side and she turned her head to look at him, feeling his penis, limp and wet, brush against the side of her thigh. "Was I okay?" he'd asked her and for a moment she hadn't known how to answer him. I wasn't like she'd had a mind-blowing orgasm, but could she really blame him. "It was beautiful." She replied simply and honestly and saw him smile. "It's getting late. The General will start to wonder where I am. We better get going." She told him not really prepared to answer any other questions or to ask the same of him. He nodded and they started to collect their clothes. She surreptitiously inspected herself, finding her labia a little red and swollen and a few spots of blood mixed with her lubricating juices on the inside of her thigh. He surprised her one last time, by, with a shy smile and nod of his head handing her a small, soft towel with which she could wipe herself clean. Her muscles complained a little, feeling slightly stiff and over used as if she had strained them, but other than that she felt quite good. He walked her back to her billet, holding her hand and they exchanged a chaste kiss at her door before they parted knowing that if The General hadn't been watching, Her sister Lucy most likely was. Three days later they were all packed up and after a tearful goodbye and lavish promises to stay in touch and visit she relocated to the other side of the country. They wrote and called regularly for a couple of months and then slowly, less frequently an then the letters stopped coming and the phone calls stopped, she never saw him again and life moved on. Her other lover, if she could even call him that was something she shied away from thinking about. Luckily, she was drawn from her reverie as he gently lowered her to her feet and then wrapped her in a large, warm fluffy towel. After wrapping another securely around his waist, he rubbed at her vigorously with the soft material of the towel, his hands lingering enjoyably on salient parts of her body, and she let her hands slide across his well muscled torso and chest, even lightly tracing the burn scar across it, in response leaving her both dry and a little wet. She smiled as they lightly toyed with each other and he flashed her an answering grin. He produces a thick, terry robe from the trolley to which he had carried her to get the towels and helped her into it, before shrugging into one himself. "Let's go." He said gesturing to the elevated they had exited what felt like ages ago. They collected their clothes and made their way to the elevator. The door slid open after he touched the down button and they stepped inside. The door closed and he raised his hand to the panel to select his floor and paused. He turned to face her, his expression serious, his eyes searching. "Lois, are you really okay with all this?" he asked her quietly, playing with the large ruby ring on his finger. The question caught her off guard. Everything had seemed so impulsive on both their parts and she had told herself she was simply swept up in the moment and that she was prepared to see where it went. With, that simple question, he was forcing her to make a conscious decision. "Okay with this? This, was that she had just had casual sex, granted amazing casual sex, with a guy she had just met at a club and had pretty much agreed, enthusiastically, to do so again. She shouldn't be okay with this, but somehow there was just something about him, about Clark, something she couldn't quite define or quantify that made it all perfectly okay." She thought. She didn't regret what she'd done, and she didn't think she would regret what she was about to do or whatever might follow. She had worked hard to escape the control of her father for the Summer, at least, and live her life on her own terms and she couldn't really think of a better way to do that, than to follow her heart. "I'm quite a bit more than okay with this, Clark." She told him her voice clear and confident. He flashed her a smile and hit the button for the tenth floor over which his finger had been hovering. TO BE CONTINUED