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What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

She opened her heart to him in that moment. He turned just as her face tilted away across the landscape, eyes sliding over to the orchard they both knew lay there within the shroud of night. They were shared memories, fundamental moments they both held onto. Burnt into their collective childhoods. They could have been fourteen again, in that moment, as they awkwardly began stealing kisses and exploring each other physically. But they weren't. At the same time the timeless was dyed deeply with the intervening absences.

Part of him was oddly furious with her, he realised, as she talked about how she had kept him in her heart. His picture in her room. In her wallet. Carrying him around. She had every right, of course, but also...it felt like a violation at the same time? Like, how dare she assume to say he was still in her blood? That it was ok to continue to pine after him when it had been her that broke things off? It was an odd, heady, rush of anger that filled his system like an electric shock. And it surprised Charles because another part of him was melting at the sight of the small, heart-broken, young woman standing there so vulnerably before him. A part of him that was shocked he was even vaguely angry...

And then the heavens opened. The static charge, the taste of electrical energy on the air all day, boiled over. Thick sheets of rain came seemingly out of nowhere, pounding down on the town and on them. They ran, following their instincts from picnics and town functions and school outings of old - pounding down the hillside to the bandstand that stood, ornate and ancient, within the centre of the park.

It had been built almost a century ago, back when the town was young, a roof sitting on tall, ornate, wrought iron pillars. Large enough to hold a small band on its wooden floor. Open on all sides, it nevertheless provided the only cover from the elements anywhere in the park, and it was where they both sprinted as their clothes were soaked through in the sudden, violent, downpour.

Charles watched as Maddy reached it first, staggering inside, her body soaked. Her clothes clung to her wet form, accentuating her shape, and he felt his heart hammer as he passed under the cover himself. Unable to stop his momentum, he sort of collided with her from behind, sending them both sprawling into a heap on the floor. Entangled. Her body slightly under his, semi-spooning semi-on top of her from behind, as they lay there entangled together.

His heart hammered. Lust. Confusion. Fury. Resentment. Need. It all swirled within him. He was so close...so close to her she filled his senses. His breathing came hard. Hands moved instinctively. He could barely control his own body, so powerful were the forces fighting within him. His left hand tangled in her wet hair, the grip hard. Controlling. Turning her head. But his lips went to her throat, not her mouth, even as he turned her face towards his. His cock was suddenly achingly hard, furious like the rest of him, and his other hand slid around to fumble with the button of her jeans.

What was he doing? He had no idea. Not at all. But in that moment raw emotion was making him take control of the smaller young woman.
 
There was no single drop landing on her skin, warning her of what was to come. The sky simply opened up, releasing a torrent of rain. Her head lowered as if she could protect her face from getting soaked. Still, she ran, as if someone had flipped the power switch. She was like a horse that had been released from the starting gate. With every step, the earth seemed to fly from under feet, spurning her to go even faster. Her arms moved in step with the efforts from her feet, carrying more swiftly than she could ever remember running. This had nothing on the runs she would take in the city. In the city there was always music in her ears, a haze in the air, other people crowding her space, even on the trails in the parks, she was far from alone. In that moment, she began to remember the runs she use to take before. In the early morning hours, before the sun had fully risen in the sky, she would lace up her sneakers and take to the quiet, empty streets. The road pounded beneath her feet, and there was no need for earbuds singing out in her ears. The world, the town, it was her song. The melody was familiar. The words were simple. It was all comforting. All of that came back as the rain washed over her body, forcing her clothing to cling to every curve. She laughed, tilting her face upwards, allowing the rain to cascade over her. Her eyes were closed tight, tight enough to block out the world for just a few seconds. She brought her hands to her face and wiped away the rain as she stepped under the cover of the bandstand. It was still there. Though it was weathered, it had stood the test of time. At least something in this town had.

She took in a deep breath just as his body ran into hers'. A loud sound came from her mouth, and her body as well, as they landed on the sanded floor. She tried to turn, to move so that she could manipulate her body away from his. It was to no avail. The more she moved, the more entangled they seem to become. She had caught a glimpse of him, but something made her look away. Was it because she couldn't look at him? Was it because they were so close, so close she simply couldn't take it? Whatever the reason was, she looked away, certain she would not look towards him again, certain she wouldn't be able to. It was his touch that drew a gasp from her lips. His hand, his fingers, were in her hair. It was familiar until it wasn't until something changed. Her eyes opened wider, and her lips parted in a clear gasp., and there he was. He had turned her head to look at him why? She wanted to ask him. She wanted to know. "Charles," she began, softly, barely above a whisper. "I....," her lips closed, as well as her eyes, at the touch of his warm mouth against her neck. It had been so long. That was all she could think. Those were the only words that came to mind. She didn't think about telling him to stop. Frankly, she didn't want him to.

She felt his hand fumbling at her waist. It was clear what he wished to accomplish, and there it was. She wanted him to free her body from the confines of her clothes. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin. She wanted to taste his lips again. She wanted....him. Her hands moved down, aiding him. Her movements were quick and yet clumsy. It was a feat to simply get the button free. There was such a need, a heated passion, fueling her efforts. She wanted to slip them over her hips, but there was still that small bit of doubt lurking within. What if he didn't want this? Instead, she moved her hands to her arms, wanting to push him upwards, and not stopping until she did. She gazed into his eyes. That fear from before, the one that has caused her to look away from him, was no longer there. Her hands reached for his shirt, throwing caution to the wind, ripping the material open, sending buttons flying against the wooden floor of the bandstand. A crash of thunder sounded before the sky lit up for a brief moment. It was enough. It was long enough for her to see him. Whatever this emotion was she was feeling, she hoped he was feeling it as well. His chest was now bare for her. Her hands, those same shaky hands that had touched him a thousand times before, seemed to tentatively touch him before gliding slowly across his skin now. It was as if it were the first time she had touched him. No. It was better. There had been an absence, a denial, and finally a longing that was finally being quenched in this moment. She lifted her body upwards slightly, moving closer to him, only stopping when her lips were just a kiss away from his. Her eyes flashed down towards them, his soft, warm lips, before rising to meet his. It was a silent question, one that her mouth simply couldn't ask. She hoped somehow he knew what she was asking, and even more so, she hoped she knew what the answer would be.
 
There were no words. Not for him. Just passion. Passion that burned like lighter fluid spilled on a table. Quick. Bright. Dangerous to the touch. All consuming.

As she tore open his shirt, her eyes were lit up in the night by just one rapid flash of lightening. A flash moment, like a photograph taken at night, that captured a moment of desperate pleading. Her fingers on his flesh. Her lips reaching for his. Her eyes...dark pools of something he dared not read too deeply into. Charles dared not acknowledge the question she was asking so wordlessly and, even in this animalistic moment as he pressed down upon her yielding female body, he was grateful, like a coward, for the return of the darkness that the ominous rumble of thunder brought with it.

The button from her jeans loosened, it took one-two-three tugs to get the material up over that gorgeous pert rear that he remembered so well. He was jerking her smaller body, both of them frantic with lust, and Maddy's ass bounced lightly on the decking with each tug. Finally, the jeans bunched up mid-thigh along with her underwear, he abandoned the project. His lust was too great. Her delicate fingers, fluttering along the denim-clad length of his erection, were sending shivers up and down his spine. He practically ripped open his own trousers, similarly not bothering to discard them, and plunged into her wetness.

It was a quick, desperate, almost savage thrust. Embedding his manhood deep where it belonged. Deep inside her sex. She was wet, but tight, and he thought he heard her moan out in...something. Pleasure? Submission? Emotion?

Her legs were tangled together by the jeans bunched up on her thighs, and he couldn't spread them open as he desired. Instead he was almost pile-driving the woman, her legs thrown over his right shoulder, her sex exposed with her thighs pressed tightly together as he fucked her, driving down into her root deep again and again. Their lips crushing together as Maddy's elbows propped her up, bringing their faces together even as his hips sawed into her.
 
The lightning flashed again, lighting up the scene as it was, and Maddie closed her eyes. The image of him so close, while he was deep inside of her, was burned into her mind. She melted into that image as he filled her. Maddie rested against the floor, a limp doll, giving in to every ounce of pleasure he was giving her. She was his to move, to mold, into whatever position he desired. As long as she continued to feel his cock pressing inside of her, she was elated. She wanted to lift her frame up, to rest on her elbows once more so that she could feel his lips again, but the desire to be driven into the floor by the power of his thrusts was winning. Her fingernails dug into the surface beneath her, scratching as she dug into the unyielding wood. Her lips parted as she groaned, feeling every inch of his familiar manhood taking her, claiming her. It had been so long, and yet the same old feelings came flooding back. All of those nights, all of the different places they had been, the times they were celebrating something, the times that were silly that turned into more, and the times they had fought that gave way to heated, intense....fucking. That's what this was. Fucking. This wasn't making love. The emotions that were entangled in this were not about anything tender. This moment was not laced with love. It was driven by lust. The flames burning were fueled by a deep, dark need for one another. Time had changed so much, but time had also fed this animal that had been caged and in the dark for so long. The lightning, the rain, this moment had thrown the door to that cage open, and now the beast was ravaging them both.

She propped up on her elbows, the need to feel his lips powerful, stronger than anything she had ever felt. There was no asking, no silent pleading this time. She pressed her lips to his, parting his lips with her probing tongue. It was a kiss that didn't last as long as she wanted it to. His cock spearing into her drew yet another moan from her lips as she pulled back. Her eyes staring into his, despite the darkness. Had he been able to, she wanted him to see. The lightning flashed once more as the storm grew stronger, and she was able to see into his eyes. "Charles," she whispered in that moment, that brief, fleeting moment before the darkness enveloped them both.

Maddy knew she would not be able to keep from giving in to him, no matter how much she wanted this moment to go on. She could already feel her orgasm building stronger with every thrust from his hips. The sound of their skin meeting in powerful blows could not be heard over the rumbles of thunder. The storm was raging on, and so too were their emotions. Reaching for his lips once more, she found them and tasted him once more. Her feelings were growing stronger every time his cock plunged into her. Every moan that left her throat even as her lips were pressed against his was a signal that she was getting closer and closer. When the moment finally took her, she drew back from his lips and groaned loudly. She could feel how wet her sex was, forcing her nectar around his cock to meet the floor beneath them. At that moment, all she could think about was wanting him to experience this same release with her, inside of her. She quickly stole another kiss from him, feeling her body still rocking as he continued to take her. Pulling away she whispered, "Come on Charlie. Cum for me." She moaned, knowing it was inevitable. He was going to make her cum yet again. Already another orgasm was building, faster and stronger than before. She couldn't believe it. She was going to feel this beautiful sensation once again because of him. Her breathing was out of control as she panted heavily. Sweat was racing down her temples. "Come on Charlie. Cum with me. Cum for me. Come on baby," she whispered before pressing her lips to his as her orgasm began to claim her once more. Every muscle tightened, burning with the undeniable pleasure he was showering upon her as the wave crashed over her. She pulled away from his lips and moaned loudly as the lightning lit up the sky once more, allowing her to see into his eyes yet again, and her voice settled from her cries of pleasure, she whispered softly to him, "I love you Charlie."
 
She was begging him. Begging him to cum inside of her. Pressing her lips to his. Pressing her body to his. They were clumsy. As clumsy as young lovers in their desperate, emotional, lust, and it told in their rocking, awkward, movements. Yet he kept filling her. Kept plunging his shaft deep into her wet sex. Feeling her fingers scrabble on his back and her voice gasp in pleasure and quiver in emotion. He didn't let up. Couldn't let up. He wouldn't have been able to quit her even if he wanted to. And that terrible, wonderful, scary realisation was stored away by his rational mind even as his consciousness focused on the more immediate sensation of how good her smaller body felt beneath his.

When he did cum it was in time with a rumble of thunder so low and intense that it would have seemed corny in a romance novel. He flooded her with his seed, cuming deep inside Maddy with a triumphant, gasping, groan. Seconds later another lightening flash illuminated the scene as he pulled out, shooting his last thick, hot, ropes of cum onto her stomach before collapsing with an exhausted gasp next to her.

They stayed there for a long time. A long time as their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled. The rain drummed heavily on the roof above them, splashing down the sides of the pagoda and dribbling onto the soil beneath. Their chests rose and fell as they lay there on a pile of their clothes, and after a while Charlie felt the cold air prickling at his skin.

Was she asleep? He realised suddenly they had not spoken a word since they had fucked. Just lain there, side by side, in the darkness. He looked over into a pair of deep, dark, familiar eyes. What was going on inside of her? He bit his lip. Was this what he wanted?

Slowly, he reached over. Picking her wordless up, shifting her smaller frame so that she was lying on top of him. One hand cupped her pert buttock. Their noses were mere inches apart.

"So you love me?". His voice was uncertain in the darkness. Vulnerable.
 
In the darkness, the events played out in her mind. She could still feel his seed slowly seeping from her still quivering sex. The lightning would illuminate the roof that rose above her, keeping her dry from the still falling rain. She could hear her own breathing, labored, satisfied, coupled with that of his. Her head turned, taking in the sight of his profile. His chest moved with each breath. His eyes met her own, and she couldn't contain the smile. He moved her with ease. Of course, she could have fought, protested, and kept him from being able to do so, but she knew that wasn't what she wanted.

Love. There it was. A word, a single word that held so much weight. It was a word that had sent her running years ago, and now it was a word that was right here before her once more. There was no church. There was no family and friends gathered. She was wearing a white gown. It was quite the opposite. She was here now bare to him, with his seed still inside of her, presented with a question that both made her heart soar and pressed down on her body at the same time. It was a question that should have taken some time, moments to reflect on, and ponder the repercussions of what her answer would be. Still, the answer came from her lips quickly and softly. "Yes." It was out there, for him to hear and take in. She feared what he would do with it. On one hand, he could refuse her, showering her with the rejection and pain that she had given him. She deserved it, and deep down inside, she knew it. On the other hand, he could give her more joy than she felt she deserved. Either way, it was out of her hands.

"I was afraid. I thought I was missing out on something Charlie. I thought there was more out there, and if I showed up at the church that day, wearing that dress that my mother and I picked out, that I was going to be locked into a life where I was missing out on what could be out there. It wasn't until I got out there though, that I realized....that I was locked into a life....where I was missing out on the one thing I wanted..more than anything..in the world. You, Charlie. I wanted you. I still want you. I have always wanted you." She wanted to lean down and kiss his lips, but waiting to hear what answer would come from him was far more important.
 
"Do you remember the Corn Field" he said softly. His hand stroked the pale skin of her rear, rough fingers from his machine work on her smooth skin. She was always so soft. He could remember that from years before.

They had been so young. Too young almost. Just turned eighteen and as reckless and horny and stupid as that age made young men and women. High School sweethearts. She had worn his jacket on the bleachers, watching the baseball games, although she herself had been quite the athlete too. And, as always, far more talented at it than he, albeit in a sort of easy-come easy-go way. There had been a cornfield on the edge of their homes back then. Or, more precisely, sneaking between their houses without taking the road where they might be seen took them through a cornfield.

It hadn't been clear who owned it, if anyone, and it was pretty overgrown. Many times they'd met there, fumbling eager hands on young bodies, stripping down in the hot summer evening or simply lying on a blanket, still clothed, holding hands and looking up at the sky.

It had been there that she had first voiced her thoughts about leaving. About wanting to see the world. About not staying in their home town. But he had been young and in love and stupid. And he hadn't listened.

He sighed, the exhale of breath making her smaller body move with him as she lay on his chest.

"I've only ever loved you Maddy" he said softly although the words were laced with a doubt about their future. "Its only ever been you".
 
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