Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. This is not real. It did not/will not ever happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.Author's Note: This is the penultimate chapter for this series, look forward to finale next time!
Chapter Forty-Three: long story shortTaylor, I love your sweet ass.
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Facial, Fingering, Oral, Public, Swallow
Staring at the sentence, an otherwise blank page stared back at Cole. Quickly crossing it out with an exasperated flourish of his pen, he began aimlessly doodling in the vast white emptiness. If nothing else, the page looked less intimidating by the time he was done. Sighing, he stared around his office with the sunlight streaming in and the leaves just outside, a cascade of red, yellow and orange.
He had been putting this off for a while, the writing of his vows. But now? The wedding was all but upon them and he could delay it no longer. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to write them. It was more about the impossibility of capturing his feelings with just a few simple words. Capturing what he had felt all those years ago, at the very beginning. And what he felt now. And what he felt about everything that had happened in-between. They’d been through so much. Both together and apart. Memory after memory flashed through his mind. A speeding slideshow of their many encounters over the years. Most were happy. A few sad. And a massive amount were of a sexual nature. Those ones weren’t so suitable for a ceremony, but maybe he could conjure them up for inspiration on the wedding night.
His fingers drummed the dark oak of his desk as rolled the slideshow in his head all the way back, to the very beginning and their first time together. Taylor meeting with newfound success in the country music industry and him about to embark off to college. Taylor’s first, and now forever love. He didn’t know if he’d be sitting here now without that very first time. That slightly ajar doorway had allowed them to explore each other physically, time and time again. Those “fuck buddy years” as they jokingly called them had lasted so long, it seemed like fuck buddies was all they were ever going to be. Still, even if it had been hard sometimes to push his true feelings down, it was always fun.
“This is nice.” Taylor whispered, leaning over as the previews began playing on the big screen. “I’m glad we could hang out.”
She didn’t exactly need to whisper. There were only about four other people in the entire movie theater and they were seated far away in this matinee showing of some romcom that I had never heard of.
“Not sold on this movie yet, Swift, but any excuse to see you. And it’s nice to get off campus for a bit.” I said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bucket and tossing the kernels into my open mouth.
“I think you’ll find something to enjoy about it.” She said, rather coyly.
The previews flashed before our eyes, but Taylor kept glancing at me, a sly smile tugging at her heavenly lips every time she did so. Her hand drifted every so often into the bucket to grab some popcorn for herself. That’s why I didn’t notice at first when she reached over, not to the bucket but to my inner thigh. Looking down as her fingers crept closer to my groin; they positioned themselves firmly atop my crotch. I nearly spat out my popcorn as she squeezed tight and winked at me.
“If this was a movie, we could have a little fun, right here, right now. You know, like some kind of dirty movie.” She whispered to me, the playful question hanging on her very full lips.
“Consider this a filthy porno then.” I said after a lengthy pause and placed my own hand on her thigh.
Her long spindly fingers beginning to tickle and tease, dancing across my crotch, until the zipper was spraining to conceal the raging beast caged beneath the denim. Sliding along her smooth alabaster skin, my hand slipped underneath her sundress until it found the source of heat, emanating from beneath a pair of damp cotton panties. Just as our lips pressed together, I felt her pull at the zipper just as I pushed her underwear aside. We both hesitated for a moment, about to grope one another’s genitals, wondering if we were really going to do this, here, in this place. I answered by teasing her pink ladylips with the tips of two fingers until they were sticky with arousal and sinking them down to the knuckle with one swift motion. Letting out a gasp of pleasure, she squirmed in her seat as her own fingers fumbled before they managed to fish my cock out into the open air.
“Swift…” I groaned as her fingers curled around and she began to stroke, up and down, looking at me very intently with big blue eyes, reflecting the light from the movie screen.
Withdrawing her hand for the briefest of moments, she licked the palm, applying a sheen of spittle before returning and wrapping each finger around the fleshy rod of steel with intent and purpose. Properly jerking it now, I stared back defiantly, my own fingers pumping in and out of her hot twat. Curling and uncurling with quick rhythmic sliding, I tickled her g-spot each and every time. Her legs had spread as wide as the seat would allow while my free hand dropped the popcorn bucket and gripped the arm of my seat, the knuckles white with force. Getting got both hands involved, she wet the other palm in the same fashion before double-fisting the mountain of cock spilling out of my trousers.
“Is this what you had in mind when I asked to you the movies?” She asked tellingly.
“Can’t say it was, Swift.” I replied with a whispered groan. “Fuck.”
“Funny. Because it’s exactly what I had in mind.”
And with that, she released my cock, pulled my fingers reluctantly out of her wet pussy and bent over my lap, those heavenly lips touching the throbbing, leaking tip. Slowly they engulfed the mushroom head, traveling down the veiny shaft as her wild mane of thick blonde curls tickled my lap. Quickly sucking my digits clean of her juices, I bundled up her curls into both hands, holding them aloft in a makeshift ponytail. I was just in time for her lips to hit the base of my dick. Now I was the one squirming in my seat.
Spending but a moment there, her lips retreated back to the top, only to descend once more until they could go no lower. Repeating the motion, her head dipped over and over again. Despite trying to remain as quiet as possible, you could still here the telltale suction of her mouth as she did her best to suck in all the spittle that was threatening to slop out each time her lips stretched towards the bottom. Looking up from the heavenly sight of her blonde mane bobbing, I could see one of the other patrons looking around at the sound of Taylor’s oral ministrations and shrugging before returning to their focus to the big screen. The movie rolled on, and I couldn’t have given less of a fuck about what was happening on screen. In fact, I was about to reach an entirely different type of climax, far before the end of the film.
“Swift. If you keep going…I’m gonna cum.” I hissed at her with more than a little urgency.
Her only response was a slight pause, before, if anything, going even faster. My grip on her hair grew tighter and tighter with each pass as my toes curled within my sneakers. The inevitable bubbling feeling in my balls was impossible to hold back now.
“Swift.” I murmured, legs kicking out, banging loudly against the seat in front of me.
Without conscious thought, my hands gently held her head down as I blasted her with baby batter. A gurgling sounded from her as salty sperm sprayed her tonsils and she swallowed gulp after frantic gulp of my hearty spunk. When at last I had no more to give, she trailed along my cock one final time, parting with a kiss on the tip. Sitting back in her seat, she was bright red, her face flushed. Her usual carefully styled hair was more of a tousled mess than anything and the drool on her chin shone against the bright screen of the movie.
“That was…something else.” She whispered; her blue eyes as wide as saucers. “Never done that before.”
“We’re not done.” I said, one hand running up her leg again.
Those same two fingers found their home once more, knuckle deep in her pussy. She was even wetter than before. Absolutely soaked. Leaning over, my face was an inch from hers as I fingerblasted her, and didn’t stop as she quivered, shaking back and forth in her seat. Arm pumping like a madman, I was determined to make her cum. Angling my thumb, I made sure it grazed her clit each time my fingers sloshed in and out of her. That had the intended affect. One free hand grabbed me; the other clutched the arm of her chair.
“Cole.” She whispered. “Keep going. I’m gonna cum too.”
My arm never wavered and I watched the orgasm bloom to life on her face just as I felt her pussy squeeze tight around my fingers, followed immediately by a flood of arousal. Giving her a few more pumps, I slowly withdrew my fingers. The silence hung heavy between us, even the movie continued to play on.
“Well…what now?” I asked, rather sheepishly given everything that had just transpired.
She looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Might want to put that thing away first.” She pointed towards my deflated cock.
“Oh, shit. Right.” I said hurriedly, jamming it back inside and zipping up.
“How about we go back to your dorm room? I’m sure we could find something fun to do. This movie sucks anyway. Too hard to follow. I have no idea what’s going on.” She said, with a sly grin.
“Now that sounds like a plan Swift.”
“Fun…” He murmured to himself. “So much fun…”
Fun. Fun had been the name of the game for years. But no…even that wasn’t quite right. They were more than just intermittent fuck buddies. Fame, fortune, distance and other lovers had tried to keep them apart. Those had all failed. They always seemed to come together again and again in a sweaty collision of flesh. And beneath that, there was something more. The feelings that crept in. Inescapable. Inevitable. Love. Hidden for a long time by just lust.
Feeling inspired by some of his thoughts, he turned a new page and began to write. The pen scratched on the page, leaving behind dark ink as he found the words he needed. This love, their love, had been brought up on several occasions over the years. Should they be more? Give it a try? An honest go at it? At being a couple? Even though the answers had always been no, they always seemed to dance around the forgone conclusion. In-between infrequent boyfriends or girlfriends, they would hook up regularly. And looking back on it, the signs were there. Clear as daylight for both of them, even if they couldn’t quite admit to each other.
“THIS IS SO OUR SONG!” Taylor called out over the impossibly loud thump and bass of the club.
Even yelling, I could barely hear her, but I got the gist of it. Especially when she turned around and pressed her tight little caboose up against me, grinding hard. Dancing like no one was watching, her lithe body molded to mine as we moved as one with the music. The friction and feeling of her all up on me was more than enough to elicit a response from within my trousers. Clearly, it didn’t go unnoticed as she flashed her baby blues at me. Not two minutes later, she had abandoned the grind and turned around to plant her crimson mouth on mine in a sloppy locking of lips. At the same time, her hand fixed firmly atop the growing protuberance in contained within my pants.
Normally I would have been more wary in such a public place. Taylor even more so. But with a plethora of new celebrity and model friends, came an introduction to places like this. Clubs that specifically catered to the wealthy and the famous. The elite with money to burn. Phones were not allowed. Neither were questions. Plus, given the countless multitude of sweaty and grinding bodies all around, no one could make us out as we made out, feeling up one another on the dance floor.
“I want this dick in me. Now!” Taylor yelled over the roar of the music, breaking the kiss as she abandoned any and all inhibitions.
Grabbing my hand, she doggedly led me through the undulating masses moving like one gigantic orgasm to the beat of the bass. Traveling ever upwards, we ascended through the VIP section, where the elite of the elite surveyed the sea of partygoers from on high. When her long stems strode with purposeful determination towards the bathrooms, I knew exactly what was about to happen. Not even a few good-natured jeers from the table filled with her giggling girlfriends could deter her as she kicked the door open with a long stiletto heel.
Throwing me inside, she gave one quick look in the direction of her friends and slammed the door closed with a *BANG*, not even bothering (or remembering) to lock it. It was at least private, being exclusively for the VIP’s and this being the type of place it was. It was still a club bathroom though, with all the grunge that entailed. Grabbing me by the sweaty shirt, she pushed me up against the wall. The reverberations of the music-buzzing straight through the tile into me as she fixed with a steely-eyed gaze and squatted down. Wobbling dangerously on her high heels, she rebalanced, wrenching my belt free and yanking down my pants with undo force. Those red painted lips were around my already stiff member in a flash.
“Ahhhh…Swift…” I groaned as her blonde head bobbed with lightning speed along my prick.
As if a woman possessed, she sucked hard and fast. She wasn’t out here to tease or to build up tension slowly. She wanted something and she was going to get it. In the dim harsh lighting, I could see her hand, hidden beneath her indecently short skirt, playing with herself. It was like watching a master pianist tickle the ivories. The sounds of slobbery spittle and wet hot suction were almost loud enough to drown out the noise of the club. Almost. With her mascara-laden lashes closed, she was totally and utterly wrapped up in the art of sucking me off. She didn’t even stop when the door burst opened and someone stumbled in. The woman’s drunken face went from confusion to shock as our eyes met and we held eye contact for several long uncomfortable seconds.
“Oh shit! Sorry!” The woman said, smiling and unable to stop giggling. “Don’t let me interrupt.”
Doing an abrupt spin, she nearly fell over on her high heels as she retreated from the bathroom without another word. When the door swung shut with a snap again, only then did Taylor pop off and turned around to look with red smeared lips.
“Oops. Should have locked the door I guess.” She said, unable to suppress as laugh as she jerked my spittle-soaked prick.
Standing up tall, she spun around and hiked up her skirt. Bracing her hands against the door as she bent over. Her lace black panties hit the floor, falling all around her high heels.
“Fuck me like some slut you just picked up at the club.” Taylor said, her blue eyes burning bright.
“…that I can do Swift.” I said, stepping forward and grabbing onto her hips like handles.
In one swift thrust, I was ballsdeep in her sopping wet pussy. We both let out long, loud satisfied moans as I began to thrust. The wide stance on flat feet let me put my full power into each and every thrust, ensuring she got every inch I had to give her. Humping in tandem with the thump of the bass, our bodies moved in sync with the club music, like we were back out on the dance floor. She pushed that pert little rear back every time I pushed forward. You could have bounced a quarter off those alabaster cheeks, that’s how tight they were. Still, I managed to send ripples through the peach flesh with the collision of my hips. Suddenly there was a bang against the door as a warm body bumped up against and cursed loudly.
“Oi! Open up in there! Gotta piss!” Some woman shouted.
We didn’t care. We were both wrapped up in each other. And with Taylor holding the door firmly shut, the drunken patron had no luck pushing it open.
“I can hear you in there!” She screeched. “Fuck somewhere else! Alley behind the club is a good place to start!”
“Fuck off!” We both yelled together.
Another minute of half-hearted banging and she left us alone to bang in peace. Without further interruptions, the sweaty slap of skin hitting skin echoed throughout the restroom. Our moans, groans, grunts and cries of pleasure were like a whirling crescendo, matching the beat of the music all around us. Our own music rose as the music did outside, growing impossibly loud and high-pitched. At the very peak of everything, I drove my hips home one final time and a blissful moment of silence rang out, louder than any other noise of the night. Then the base dropped, blasting our ears as I nearly blasted her insides.
“UGGHHH!” I cried out, as Taylor shrieked the same sentiment back at me.
Holding on just by a thread, she squeezed tight around me legs buckling and wobbling as she came. The bass continued its raging as she came down from her orgasmic high.
“S-S-Swift…” I stuttered, a desperate plea to cum.
Pulling out of her, Taylor spun around and squatted down once more, her head slightly bumping against the door on her unsteady limbs. Her fingers curled around my member and with the music still ringing throughout the restroom, she gave it a solid stroke and it exploded. Hot streaks of cum flew through the dingy light onto her pretty face, complete with her tongue sticking out. Peppering her face in strings of sticky spunk, she jerked until no more spurted out. Finishing by gently suckling on the head gently, she released her hold of me.
“I take it back. That was definitely our song.” Taylor said to me, a sly grin plastered all over her flushed, sweaty and cum-streaked face.
It was a good thing we were in a bathroom, as Taylor wiped her face clean and soon the rest of that night passed in a blur. It wasn’t too much longer before we found ourselves in the car on the way to our respective homes. She was the first stop. Her driver would take me home afterwards. I was content in the relative silence, the ringing loud in my ears as her blonde head rested against my shoulder, blue eyes struggling to stay open. I was awake, something tugging at my mind.
“You do that a lot at clubs, Swift?” I asked, probably rather loudly.
“Hmm? In the bathroom?” She mumbled, eyelids heavy and drooping. “No…never. Haven’t trusted anyone enough to do that. Just you…”
Before she could say anything else, she was already asleep. Smiling to myself, I put my head on hers and closed my eyes too. There would be time later to figure all what that meant.
The words were flowing now. He had been focusing on the wrong things. No need to be Shakespeare up there, after all, Taylor was the one who was good with words, not him. He just needed to say what was in his heart. And that was unequivocal love. Love that was overflowing, spilling forth in a quantity he had never even known was possible. When they had finally gotten together during the midst of the reputation tour, they both knew that this was something different. Different from any relationship they’d ever had before. They both knew it was something special. Something that would last forever.
“There we go…that’s good. Good.” He said to himself, the pen flying across the page, suddenly seeming the easiest task in the world.
“How goes the songwriting?” I asked entering the innermost sanctum of the recording studio.
“Excellent. For the most part. Just put the finishing touches on Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince
, but now I’m having a bit of a block with I Think He Knows
. Joel took a break to run an errand and here I am, just playing this bridge over and over again in my head.” She looked up at me as if finally registering I was there in person. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here. I’d love to get my mind off this for the moment. Maybe something will come to me if I’m not constantly thinking about it.”
“I also brought food!” I said, holding up a bag. “Your newfound favorite. Burritos!”
“Oh, you are the best.” She said, bouncing up and down on the couch excitedly.
When the wrappers were empty, and had been tossed in the trash, we both laid back on the couch, relaxing. Distracted throughout the meal, Taylor was still clearly trying to piece together the music playing in her head. Her phone was out and she was humming a melody into a recording app. Giving her a sideways glance, I smiled slyly at her furrowed brow. I knew of at least one surefire way to clear her mind.
“You know.” I said, slowly sliding towards her. “I think I’m still hungry for dessert.”
“Oh, did you bring something else?” She asked, fixing me with those blue eyes and placing her phone down.
“Actually, it’s something only you have to offer.” I replied in what I thought was a suave tone.
“What’s that?” She began to ask, but the words died on her lips when I slid off the couch onto the floor and positioned myself between her legs.
Kissing the inside of her stocking-clad legs, Taylor raised her eyebrows but laid back and gave no further protest as I began to pull them downwards. She even lifted her rear so I could peel them off from her smooth alabaster skin. When her bottoms were fully removed and hanging off of one foot, her naked rear sank into the cloth of the couch. With my eyes locked on her beautiful face, I pressed my lips against her lower ones. Her reaction was instantaneous. That world famous mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as the saccharine sweet flavor of her washed over my taste buds.
“Cole…mhm…” She moaned breathily. “This is exactly the kind of distraction that I need.”
Grinning into her delicious pussy, my tongue swirled around, bathing itself in arousal as it dipped and dove in and around her velvet pink maw. With my mouth hard at work, I was rewarded with gentle groans and moans, quickly followed by spindly fingers interweaving amongst the dark strands of my hair. Whether consciously or subconsciously, her hips were slowly grinding against my face, back and forth, giving just a little bit of extra friction to the pleasure train. A gasp from her and I knew I was in the right spot, my tongue worming its way deeper into her as my lips puckered around, sucking hard on her clit. Those deliciously thick thighs squeezed my head tight, chin digging into the couch as I drank long and deep from her love canal. It was easy to lose track of time down there. All I knew was after a shudder, a spasm and a high-pitched moan; her hands were pulling me upwards.
“I’m still feeling a little distracted. I think you have something I need now.” She said a bit dazedly, but with a smile plastered on her face.
With her help, my pants hit the ground and she laid back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Squatting slightly, I angled myself downwards and stared into her eyes as I slowly pushed my cock into her thoroughly eaten twat. As the familiar feeling of her warm pussy surrounded me, I couldn’t help but smile.
“Taylor.” I murmured.
“Cole.” She replied, before our lips pressed together.
No matter how many times we had done the deed, each time with each other felt like no other session with another lover. It was something neither of us could quite explain. A few thrusts into her gradually gave way to us laying down on the couch. With me on top the continuous roll of my hips never stopped. Those long legs found themselves wrapped around me and our lips were locked in an equally tight embrace. Only the occasional gasp of pleasure or moan of lust could break the seal of our kiss. The pace was slow and steady, building up steam almost imperceptibly.
“Just. A. Little. More.” Taylor whispered into my ear in rhythm with the motion of my hips. “Nearly. There. Keep. Going.”
I didn’t stop. Didn’t waver. Even as I felt her tighten around me. Everything from the depths of her pussy to arms and legs wrapped around me held me close. The breathy shriek of pleasure that tore from her lips as the orgasm crashed into her surprised even her, I think.
“AHHHHHH!!!” She yelled, the sound of love echoing loudly throughout the empty studio.
As her body rocked in the throes of pleasure, I felt myself on the brink too and rather than hold back I embraced the sensation, cumming wonderfully deep inside of her. Our lips found each other as I pulsed and twitched, emptying everything I had into her until there was nothing more left to give. With foreheads pressed together, our heavy breathing gradually slowed and our senses returned. Climbing off of her, we sat next to one another, both half-clothed on the sofa stealing smiling glances at one another.
“Better get cleaned up.” Taylor said, standing up with a hand between her thighs and heading towards the bathroom.
When she got back, I was already dressed, and she was humming to herself.
“I think I’ve got it.” She said, more to herself than me. “Have you seen my phone?” A moment of searching around for it, and she picked it up looking shocked. “So…looks like I forgot to turn off the audio note. It definitely heard everything. And I mean, everything.” There was a pause as she looked at me. “Should we listen?”
I gave a half-shrug, half-nod. With an excited grin, she pressed play and scrolled to the part when I started going down on her. Her breathy moans filled the air once more, with just the slightest hints of my tongue on and in her wet pussy. We sat there in silence, listening sheepish to the soundtrack of our lovemaking as things only escalated from there. Moaning and groaning mixed with the sounds of wet sloshing. When it came to that final orgasmic shriek, we both nearly jumped out of seats.
“Huh. You know? We actually sound pretty good. This could actually work. It could be better than what I was thinking. For the song, I mean. Not the whole thing. Obviously. Just a note or two maybe.”
“Really?” I asked in stunned disbelief. “Something from that recording? In a song. On an album. That you put out. To the public.”
“Pretty exciting, huh?” She said with a wink. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“Which song?” I asked.
“I think he’ll know…when he hears it.” She winked again.
There was a pause as I looked at her and a wave of happiness washed over me.
Clearly, my throat carefully, I said, “Not sure how different this album
is for you, but it seems like none that have come before. At least, that’s true for me.”
My emphasis on the word album made Taylor look at me carefully. I think it was clear what I meant by it.
Nodding seriously and smiling, she replied, “It really is. Everything has changed. I mean…I have you now. I don’t know that I could ask for anything else.”
Smiling to himself, he dropped the pen and surveyed the untidy scrawl of words filling the page. He was done. Finished. With the rough draft at least. Some of it definitely needed to be edited down, but the meat was there. The good stuff.
“Only one thing left to do now…” He said to no one but himself.
That one thing was of course, to get married. To Taylor Swift.
The End of Chapter Forty-Three