What Are Friends For

TITLE: Friendly Firsts - Part one AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 4 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Chloe / Clark RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an AU look at things that might have happened. 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. - Deton8@mweb.co.za Chapter Four The Kent Farmhouse, the shower, Saturday morning. Chloe turned her back to the hot spray of water, rolling her shoulders as the heat and pin-pricks of pressure sooth hard, well used muscles. She ran her tongue over her teeth and her lips curve into a smile. She can still taste him. She can feel him leaking out of her too, mingling with the hot water running down her back and ass. She'd done it, she had urged him to do it to her, do it to her that way. She ached a little, but in that oh-so-good way... What a night of firsts. She let her eyes close and her memories unwind as she slowly turned, luxuriating in the heat of the shower. Having come to terms with the new state of their friendship they tried a little harder to maintain the things they had always done. They'd had a pizza dinner with Lana and Lois in Metropolis. Her comfort level around Lana surprised her, but she still wished Clark all the best in his quest to maintain the fragile and strained relationship with the petite dark-haired girl. They had fun. Kidding around and catching up, but when Clark suggests they catch a late movie at the local Cineplex, Lois is the first to beg-off with a prior engagement, leading to much teasing and speculation that she might have a date. She catches the frustration in Clark's eyes when Lana is next sighting an overabundance of class work and overdue papers that are likely to occupy the rest of her weekend. She can see his willingness to argue, to try and convince Lana to spend the time with him, but the words die on his lips unspoken as he decides to make the best of the time she is willing to spend with him. When they went their separate ways she'd asked him if he still wanted to catch that movie, but any enthusiasm he might have had for it was gone and the discussion lapsed into a repetition of "If you want to." that got them nowhere. In the end they landed up in the cab of his parked truck, having coffee and talking. Well, he talked and she listened. There was nothing she could really say that wouldn't come out snide or insincere. She felt sorry for him and for Lana, but for completely different reasons. Neither of which would help Clark. But, the venting did seem to help him and she knew what else would help him. She'd leaned closer to him and slid her hand back and forth along his thigh, drawing a startled grin from him and a questioning raise of his eyebrow. "Why don't you take me home, Clark?" she asked, "Your home that is." She qualified, winking slowly and suggestively, before he could reply. He gave her that thousand-watt smile that was part farmboy-innocence and part mysterious mischief. "What did you have in mind?" he asked. She smiled back. "I'll let you know when we get there." She replied with sultry mystery and he gave her an acknowledging sideways nod and started the truck. They drove in comfortable silence and she found herself staring out the window as they left Metropolis and the stars became clearer, the further they moved away from the big city. "What did she have in mind." She pondered. "Sex, of course, lots of sex if she could manage it. Sex with Clark was... amazing, but as she looked out at the twinkling stars she realized there were some things they hadn't done yet. Some things she realized she wanted to do, things she was curious about. She knew, without a doubt, Clark wouldn't have a problem with one of them, but the other? She wasn't so sure, but he had a knack of surprising her." she thought as she looked at her reflection in the trucks window and smiled to herself. He pulled up the farmhouse and parked. "My parents are away until Sunday, so we can, you know, in my bed." He told her as he switched off the engine. "You know... You know?" she asked him incredulously, schooling her face into a mask of exasperated indignation. "Er... Er... I mean... Do it... No... No... Not do it... No... Oh crap, Chloe I'm sorr..." he faltered into silence. He hadn't been looking at her so he hadn't seen her battling not to laugh as he stuttered through his reply. "Oh that's just not right." He whined and then they were both laughing. When their laughter subsided he made to open the door, but she stopped him. "Not that your bed doesn't sound inviting, but... there's something I'd like to do, well, here." She explained, squeezing his thigh. He gave her a questioning quirk of his eyebrow and opened his mouth to query her. "Shhhhh... Just... Go with it. Okay." She told him and then ran her hand the rest of the way up his thigh and over the bulge at his crotch. She lightly massaged his cock through his pants before reaching for his belt. She also gathered her knees under her so that she was now kneeling on the seat at a right angle to him. She made short work of his belt, button and zipper and all she had to do was undo the button on the front of his boxers to free his twitching, hardening erection. It almost sprang into her hand when she released it from its cotton tent. She took him in her hand and stroked his length lightly. They had been together several times, but she realized, like she had realized earlier that she had not done what she was about to, she also hadn't ever really looked at his penis before. She had always had more pressing uses for it in the past. She leaned closer for a better look. She heard him exhale her name slowly on a heavy breath as she blew a hot breath of her own onto his twitching erection as her lips halted mere inches from him. She let her eyes caress his maleness matching the actual sight to what she had felt with her hands and inside herself. His length and width approximated her tactile explorations, but she hadn't realized how it was curved or the exact shape of the head. As, she watched, in the dim light of the cab a fat drop of clear, thick liquid grew out of the slit. It glistened. She looked up at him. She could see eagerness in his eyes, but his smile was nervous and as she watched his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel and the seat back as if he didn't quite know what to do with them. She's started this. She wanted it, but the butterflies in her stomach were becoming hummingbirds. She took a deep breath and then closed the distance between her lips and his sex and she wrapped them around his head. She heard him hiss and the head of his cock pushed fractionally into her mouth as his hips bucked slightly. She waited a moment as he settled back into his seat and then slowly took more of him into her mouth. She hadn't done this before, so she just went on instinct and everything she could remember reading or hearing. She only took in his head and about an inch, which was about all she felt comfortable with and closed her lips around him, trying to keep her teeth out of the way and sucked firmly. She heard him groan and it gave her a surprising thrill as she swirled her tongue around him. She slid her lips down another inch, just stopping herself from gagging as it hit the back of her throat, before she pulled back, keeping a firm suction on his shaft. She felt his hand come to rest lightly on the back of her head and he ran his fingers gently through her hair as she started bobbing her head up and down along his shaft. "Oh, Good God. That feels great, Chloe." He told her on a heavy breath and she again felt that wonderful thrill run through her body. She felt him pulse in her mouth and felt another dollop of liquid enter her mouth and she swirled it around his dickhead with her tongue. It was thicker than her saliva, slippery like jello and tasteless. She kept sucking him and more of his fluid entered her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly. She kept sucking and bobbing and licking him as best she could. She couldn't get past her own gag reflex to take him any further into her mouth and had to adjust her bobbing to accommodate his now slightly thrusting hips. When her jaw started growing tired she switched to laving his entire length with her tongue like it was a popsicle, collecting the mixture of her saliva and his juices and coating his length with it with his praises filled the cab and get even more elaborate when she takes him back into her mouth. Her own body feels flushed and alive, her panties cling to her with dampness and rub through her swollen nether lips with pleasurable friction as she rubs her thighs together, at first by accident and then to recreate the sensation. She can taste him now, as the liquid he is producing grows thicker. He tastes slightly salty, with a hint, of something she has no reference for, but finds tantalizing. His hips are also bucking a little harder and with less rhythm. His taste gets stronger and his hand is heavier on her head. His hand suddenly leaves her head. "Chloe! Stop! Oh shit! Fuck! I'm going to cum! Now!" he cried out. She didn't know what shocked her more: the urgency and panic of his pronouncement or the profanity he used to make it. It didn't matter, because she ignored him. In fact, she doubled her efforts. "Chloeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" he whined her name as she felt him swell in her mouth. She backed off until just his head was between her lips and sucked hard and caressed his balls with her fingers. "Oh fuck!" he grunted and his hips bucked hard. She managed to anticipate that, but his first heavy spurt caught her by surprise as it hit the back of her mouth. She sputtered a bit, but kept from coughing as she swallowed hastily as she felt him swell again for another spurt. Better prepared this time she caught his seed in her mouth and was able savour his taste and texture. She couldn't find anything to compare it with, but she knew she liked it as she swirled it around with her tongue. She had a fleeting thought, wondering if it was his flavour was connected to his being Kryptonian. She had always heard that spunk was supposed to taste bad. She took his third spurt and played with it in her mouth for as long as she could before she had to swallow to make room for his fourth and weaker, final fifth spurt. She felt a tremendous sense of triumph and satisfaction as she pulled her lips off his shrinking member and rolled his semen around on her tongue. She looked up into his eyes and she felt that thrill that made her pussy clench as she saw the surprise and admiration there. Her panties weren't just damp, they were soaked and she could feel her own juices trickling down the inside of her thigh. She felt sexy and a little slutty as she opened her mouth to show him, he's own cum, and then slowly swallowed with a satisfied smack of her lips. It was worth it. She liked the way his jaw dropped. But, in true Clark fashion, he surprised her by gathering her onto his lap, thanking her and then giving her a deep, soul kiss. He had to be able to taste his own ejaculate in her mouth, because she still could and he didn't seem to care as he plundered her mouth. He only let up when she broke the kiss out of a need to breath. He kissed her again, quick and light and then looked down at her with a smile. "You're full of surprises, Chloe Sullivan." He told her solemnly. "She grinned back at him. "And, the nights not over yet." She told him. TO BE CONTINUED