What Are Friends For

TITLE: Friendly Firsts - Part two AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 5 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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com Chapter Five She made out with Clark some more, enjoying their tonsil hockey while contemplating if he would do the other thing she had in mind. She wasn't even that sure if she wanted to do it anymore. It would be interesting and she was curious about it, but she was a little scared. Not, just to actually do it, but also about how Clark might react or think of her if she asked. She wasn't sure what she thought of herself for wanting to do it, but she figured if she was going to do it Clark was the person she trusted the most to do it. He broke their kiss, cradling her in his arms. She could think about it some more. Ask at another time. His offer to share his bed for the night was looking more and more attractive, but if she chickened out now, she was almost certain she'd over think it and convince herself it was better to never ask. Her ran his thumb over her kiss-swollen lower lip. "What's going on in that pretty blonde head of yours?" he asks. She smiles up at him. "There's something I'd like to ask you. Something I'd like you to do to me and I just don't quite know how to ask." She answers frankly deciding to take the plunge. He leans forward and kisses her forehead. "Tell me." He encourages her brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. She snuggles into his arms and takes a deep breath trying to school her thoughts and find the best way to say what she wants. "Clark, I'd... I'd like to try... try anal." She tells him hesitantly, cringing inside even as she remains motionless in his arms. "Oh." he says after a moment's pause that feels like an eternity. "Really?" he asks his tone filled with curiosity and not the disgust she had feared. Chloe nods and she can feel her teeth nervously worrying at her lower lip. "And, I assume, you mean tonight?" he queries further and again she nods. His eyes search hers, flicking back and forth. "Chloe, you never have to feel scared or hesitant about asking me anything. We've gotten to know each other so much better over the last couple of months and I don't mean just biblically. I appreciate the trust you have in me to ask this." He informs her. "But?" she asks. He smiles. "No buts... Well, I mean, there will be butt, just no buts." He answers and grins. She can't help but chuckle as the tension breaks. "Have you thought about... You know?" She asks still not quite comfortable with saying it out loud although her excitement and jitters about it actually happening were starting to mount. "About sticking my cock up your ass?" he qualifies. With, a roll of her eyes, knowing he is deliberately baiting her, she nods. "It's crossed my mind once or twice. You do have a nice ass, you know." He answers. Another thought pops into her head. "Have you done it... I mean stuck your dick up someone's ass before?" she queries. "Yes," he replies simply. They both know who that someone is and that balks any further discussion along those lines. Chloe never would have thought it of Lana, but the petite dark haired girl was almost as likely to surprise as Clark. "Barn or bedroom?" he asks and she makes a great show of contemplating his question, The bedroom would be nice and comfortable, especially after, but she had this image in her head and she was sure Clark would find it really interesting. "Barn." She answers giving him a peck on the cheek. "Now scoot, so that I can get out. Give me ten minutes and then come on up." She instructs him. He gives her a questioning look. "Trust me." Is all she says as she opens the door and clambers off his lap and out of the truck, grabbing her purse as she goes. Chloe slips into the barn and leans back against the door. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slow. "I'm actually going to this." She says to the empty barn and then makes her way up to the loft. She finds what she was looking for fairly quickly. She had remembered seeing them. She lights two of the lanterns and places them on either side of the stable door window, taking a moment to look out at the clear starry night and the big harvest moon. She grabs a third lantern and lights that one as well. She figures that with his abilities he wouldn't need the light to see, but it sets the ambiance she wants so she makes her way back down to the barn. Finding the light switch to turn off the lights in the barn turns out to be harder than finding the lanterns, but in the end she manages. She leaves the lantern at the foot of the stairs and rushes up, hoping Clark won't come up before she's ready. She scratches around in her purse and finds the lotion she was looking for and places it next to one of the lanterns. She returns to the sofa and kicks off her shoes before stripping off her clothes and then her underwear. She notices the dark patch on the gusset of her pink panties, they're damp with her juices. She keeps straining her hearing, half-expecting Clark to come up the stair and catch her before she's ready. "Ready?" she questions herself, not quite sure she is, but she goes to the stable door window anyway. She hadn't realized the moonlight was so bright and after a moments thought she extinguishes one of the lanterns. She and the room are bathed in soft white light, gently warmed by the flame in the lantern and she smiles. She hears the barn door open then close and a few moments later a pool of light starts to make its way up the stairs. She remains, facing the open half of the stable door window, her hands holding onto the sill as she bends at the waist and then looks over her shoulder at the head of the stairs, hoping her expression is one of seduction and not nerves. She sees his head bob into view as he climbs the stairs and feels a little thrill as his intense blue eyes widen and he lets out a slow, wolf whistle, that cuts across the silence of the barn, and comes to an abrupt halt. His eyes are a heating caress as they drink her in and he takes the rest of the stairs at a slow, deliberate place. He extinguishes the lantern he is carrying and places it on the floor. She likes the appreciative smile on his face and it makes interesting things happen to her stomach. The night is quite warm, but her skin is dimpled with goose flesh and her nipples are almost achingly hard. She watches him shrug off his shirt and then strip off his t-shirt. She had never really considered the male body as beautiful, but over the last couple of months and looking at Clark's muscled and toned upper body lit in stark plains of shadow and golden light she reconsiders. She licks suddenly dry lips as she watches him undo his belt and unbutton his jeans as he walk toward her. "Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous." he whispers and she feels a shiver travel up her spine as his hands glide lightly over the curve of her buttocks. "They're so smooth and firm, but pliant, all at the same time." He continued, his voice low and thoughtful, his fingers lightly squeezing the globes of her ass. She looked back to the starry night sky, relaxing the strain of keeping her neck turned to watch him. His voice was like a warm caress and then his strong hands were, as they slowly slid up her back with steady muscle relaxing pressure. She let her head drop as he massaged her shoulders and neck. She murmured her appreciation as his lips joined his hands in testing the skin of her back, starting between her shoulder blades and slowly working their way done her spine. She hears him kneel and then he planted a kiss on each of her butt cheeks. She flinches in surprise when his next kiss falls directly on her anus before his tongue and lips move lower. She has had the benefit of his oral talents before and he revs up her arousal as his tongue delves into the petals of her most intimate flesh. As, his tongue explores and wriggles it's masterful way into her, his hands continue to caress her ass. She can feel herself growing wetter, nearly dripping when he starts lapping at her, gathering her cream and spreading it. He pays exquisite attention to her clit, sucking on it and diddling it with his tongue before running it up the length of her tingling folds. Her body is a strange mixture of relaxed and tense, but again she is a little startled when his tongue snakes up beyond her pussy lips and lavishes its attention on her asshole. This is what she wanted, wasn't it? She just hadn't thought he'd put his mouth there. She analyzed the sensation and found it titillating, especially when he probed. He started fingering her snatch at the same time and her pussy clenched around his digits as spasms of pleasure ran up her body. Then, he was spreading her ass cheeks for better access and it wasn't his tongue doing the probing. A finger, slick with her own juices worked its way into her asshole, fighting the tight ring of muscles. He saw her knuckles go white on the sill of the stable door window. He took his time, occasionally dipping back into her pussy for more lube. She wondered if she should tell him about the lotion she'd stashed, but she really liked what he was doing. She was also starting to have a sneaky suspicion that Clark was more experienced at this than he had let on. She gave a little gasp when he worked a second finger into her and began to stretch her resisting muscles. He got back to his feet, keeping his fingers slowly pumping in and out of her and bent over her. "Are you okay?" he asked whispering in her ear. She doesn't quite know how to answer that. "I think so." She says hesitantly. "Don't sound so sure of yourself, Chloe. It comes off as cocky." He whispered back with a light kiss on her ear. The situation, he had two fingers buried to the knuckles in her ass for the love of god, and then his words; it was ridiculous and funny and she let her head drop chuckling and letting the laughter drain the tension from her. "Better. Relax." He told her, the words floating down to her as he straightened up. He stretched her for a little longer and then removed his fingers. She heard him unbuckle his belt and then his zipper was a loud sound in the quiet barn. Against her best conscious efforts she started to tense with anticipation, but instead of the unfamiliar feel of pressure against her assholes she felt the head of his cock sliding through the lips of her slit followed by the pleasurably familiar feel of him entering her snatch. His hands gripped her hips and he guided them in a rocking rhythm. He took her with long, slow, steady, full-length strokes, guiding her back onto him until she was doing it on her own. He guides her into pick-up the pace and as she's found in the past, the friction of his thick, long shaft stretching her channel and nudging at her cervix, quickly stokes the furnace of her orgasm. When he slips out of her she lets out a sharp sound of frustration that turns into a gasp when his aim is a little higher and her unconscious backward thrust presses the head of his cock into the pucker of her asshole. Her arms are braced and her hips are still moving back despite her realization. Her eyes go wide and the night sky outside the window goes a bit unfocused as his penis pushes past the tight, protesting ring of her anus. She grunts with the discomfort and his hands stops her backward movement, holding himself still inside her. "Just breathe." He tells her and Chloe realizes she had been holding her breath. She exhales slowly. She can feel him throbbing, just inside her. She tenses, clutching around him despite her best efforts not to. Her body seems to make calculations without her mind and tries to stop him from going any further as it realizes how much more of him there is still to go. He doesn't move inside her, but his hands caress her shoulders, lightly kneading the muscles in an attempt to relax her. When this fails, one of his hands slips under her arm and he starts to fondle and caress her breast. The other slides down along her ribs and then into her crotch. He starts to diddle her clit, using her cream to lubricate his fingers he slowly and artfully starts to rekindle her building orgasm. He rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending pleasurable sensations radiating into her chest. His voice encourages her to relax. It is more his tone than the actual words. Her body is torn between the pleasure from his hands and the discomfort from her newly invaded ass, but as the pleasure grows, the discomfort starts to fade as her body finally starts to adjust. He remains still until she starts to move, pressing herself backwards onto his shaft, half an inch at a time. Her bowels protest and she has to stop with only about half of him inside her, breathing heavily; her eyes closed, groaning. His hands continue to work their magic on the more familiar sites of pleasure and after a little while she able to relax enough to continue. This time he adds a slow steady thrust of his hips, so that she has to do less of the work. She can see her knuckles are white where she is gripping the windowsill. The discomfort has faded, but the strange sensation of fullness remains. It takes her a while to realize that his crotch is pressed flush to her butt cheeks and she is in fact grinding back against him. His words of praise float down to her, stroking her ego as effectively as his masterful fingers are exploring her snatch and manipulating her clit, both supplying her with pleasure. She can feel him throbbing inside her; her bowels are clutched that tightly around him. She gives a little groan as he slowly pulls back, barely an inch, and then slides back into her. They pause again and this time she is the one that moves, again shifting him about an inch inside her. They start a slow rhythm, with her in control, letting the length and intensity of their strokes grow gradually until she is pressing back into his thrusting hips, riding him tip to base. The friction of her hard shaft against her resisting flesh adds its own note of pleasure to the symphony his fingers are composing at her snatch and breasts. It is not without moments of discomfort or unexpected jolts of pain, but these contrast and intensify the pleasure she feels. She feels his warm breath on her shoulders and then his hot, wet lips as he kisses them. She lifts her head and turns it and after a bit of effort, they find each other's lips. He kisses her hungrily and she opens her mouth, inviting his tongue in to dance with hers. Their awkward position means neither can move as far as they had before, so they settle for shorter, but faster strokes. His fingers are also spending more time on her clit and nipples sending jolts of pleasure into her in intense, constant waves. She can feel his hard body, pressed lightly to her back, their skins sliding together on a thin film of sweat. She feels her legs starting to shake as her abdominal muscles tense, the heavy weight of her orgasm is pooling rapidly in the pit of her stomach. She has to break their kiss to gulp in great lungfuls of air as the prickling ball of energy in her gut grows dangerously close to the point where she will no longer be able to contain it. The pleasure from each thrusting stroke and roll of her hip or strum of his fingers continue to feed and fuel it. Her heart is a wild thing in her chest. Their breathing is a harsh sound in the silent barn, counter-pointed by the wet slap of their bodies connecting. She teeters on the edge as his hands leave her pussy and breast and his fingers weave in between hers on the windowsill covering them. In the end it is a few simple words that drive her over the edge. She can feel his breath, hot on the shell of her ear before he tells her: "Chloe Sullivan, you are an amazing woman." in a husky aural caress. Her orgasm rips through her like wildfire, white hot and uncontrollable. Ecstasy, like a living thing, snakes its way through every nerve and cell in her body. Her back arches and she thrusts back hard against him even as her pussy clenches against itself, flooding her thighs with her hot, slick cream and her bowels lock tightly around his shaft. She cries out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she forces his cock deeper inside her through flesh made tense and unaccommodating by her climax. She hears him grunt above her head, feeling him swell and deflate, swell and deflate again and again against the pressure of her locked sphincter and then she feels her bowels bathed in molten moisture as he floods her bowels with his seed. Her senses are reeling with the sensory overload of her climax as it washes over her in wave after intense wave. Her legs can no longer support her and she drops to her knees. He tries to catch her, but he can't extricate his finger from hers in time and she whimpers as her knees hit the wooden floor and he shifts slightly out of her before he can drop to his knees as well. He gently guides them onto their sides and curls his body tightly against hers. Chloe's orgasm releases her in slow waves, first returning her senses and then grudgingly control of her body. He is still inside her, but she can feel him slowly shrinking. She blinks at the strange sensation of him slowly growing smaller and retreating while she still feels as if he is completely filling her. He nuzzles at her neck and she murmurs his name. His hips shift and she is surprised by the quick contraction of her rectum once his head pops free. She can feel his cum, thick, hot slippery and alien inside her. Her bowels contract and she presses some his essence out of her and she feels it trickle down her ass. She can't quite believe what they've done, but she cannot deny the evidence inside her or trickling out of her. The wooden floor is rough against her side, hip and thigh, his body warm and comforting against her back as her body cools and her breathing and heart rate return to normal. "Chloe? Chloe? You Okay?" he queries softly. She smiles. "Yes, Clark. I believe I am... I believe I am, this floor is hard and I am getting a little cold." She answers just as softly, but with conviction. She feels him shift behind her and then everything is a blur of movement. When things settle he is standing, his jeans back in place with her wrapped in his shirt and strong, warm arms. "Grab your things." He tells her and lowers her so that she can grab her purse and then her clothes where she had left them on the sofa. There is another rush of motion and then she is being gently lowered to his bed. She hooks her hand behind his neck as he starts to pull back, stopping him. She raises her head and shoulders from the soft sheets and kisses him softly. She can still taste herself on his lips and then slowly lets herself fall back to the bed, releasing her hold on him. He smiles down at her and runs his thumb lightly over her swollen lower lip. He nods and then says: "Chloe Sullivan, you really are an amazing woman." TO BE CONTINUED... MAYBE