Chapter 4: Chapter 04: Spending the Night

Author's Note: While my plan remains to tell an actual scifi story about these two characters falling in love and building their relationship as they handle problems, I chose "Smut" as the main category because the sexy times get very graphic from here on in. If you're reading this story you're already aware of the story category, but I'm dropping one last warning just so I don't throw anyone for a loop.

I'm also posting two chapters today since I didn't want to split their first time together.

 

CARTER

Streets and stoplights passed without the red and blue lights of a cop car pulling him over. Every nerve in Carter’s body remained on edge as he drove carefully through abandoned streets with his beautiful mystery accomplice, and when a single car finally passed him going the other way, he breathed only after it kept driving. This was a college town, and while the streets would get busy when the bars let out, it wasn’t that time yet.

They made it back to his one bedroom apartment without incident. The parking lot was well lit but abandoned, and at least there weren’t any security cameras. Carter got out of his car, took one furtive look around, and then opened the passenger door of the Acura. He’d hauled drunk friends out of the passenger side of his old truck many times, but this borrowed car rode far lower. He’d have to kneel down to scoop her out of there.

As he rested one hand on the floorboard to support himself and reached up to unsnap Allison’s seatbelt, she blearily opened his light green eyes. Her gaze found his.

“Hey!” Carter stared in surprise, caught with his upper half almost on top of her and the rest of him stuck like he was crawling out the side. “Are you, uh... you’re awake?”

“Your home?” she managed quietly.

“Yeah.” Carter wasn’t sure whether he should back out and stand up or do something else. “It’s on the second floor. Think you can walk?”

“You will need to support me as we climb,” she said. “I really am spent.”

“I can do that,” Carter agreed easily. He pushed out of the car and then knelt again, offering one arm. “Grab this. Use it like a bar to pull yourself up. I won’t let you fall.”

Allison obligingly wrapped both her arms around his forearm and bicep, then pulled herself close enough her breasts pressed firmly against his arm. He dropped his other hand to her waist as he pulled her out of the passenger seat, marveling again at how small it was. Almost too small. Her weight was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Once she was mostly upright, she leaned heavily against him as her eyes fluttered once more. “I can walk, with your help.” She hung one her arm around his neck and then clutched his hand, which she dragged to grip her tiny waist. “Hold here, please.”

“Got you,” Carter agreed. “Up we go.”

Together, with her walking but only just, they somehow managed the stairs up to his second floor apartment. Carter supported Allison with one arm and fumbled in his pocket for the keys with the other. He almost dropped his keys when her legs wobbled, but she caught herself. Several futile stabs at the deadbolt were followed by a key in the lock.

He pushed open the door with one hand and walked them into his darkened apartment with the other. He kicked the door closed once inside and fumbled along the wall for the switch, with Allison still hanging off his side. His living room’s simple overhead light flipped on.

That revealed a brand new couch with soft blue fabric, a beat up portable table beside it, and a modestly-sized flat screen TV mounted to the wall. All had been purchased by his uncle, who also paid for his utilities, cable, and internet through a shell corporation. He even had an old computer on a fold-out table in his bedroom, though he rarely used it.

As he helped Allison toward the couch, he once again reflected on his good fortune. As harsh as it was to be chased out of his own state, he was absurdly lucky to have a man like Uncle Eli: wealthy, well-connected, and a lawyer. A lawyer who’d likely committed perjury.

Carter knew why his uncle would do that for him. His whole family knew why, and none of them had any intention of ever talking to the cops. After how bad things got, someone had to something to save Jenna. The police certainly hadn’t seemed interested in doing so.

He walked Allison over to the couch and gently helped her onto it. She made a small and adorable murmur as she settled on the soft fabric. Her curly red hair spread fetchingly across her face as her head rolled to the side.

Carter rose and stared as the full enormity of what he’d just done tonight finally settled in. People were looking for her. People might soon be looking for him. He’d just lied to an FBI agent and possibly obstructed a fugitive hunt in addition to all of his other crimes.

Even if his uncle did eventually get that mess back in Texas straightened out, Carter had just gotten himself into a whole new one. All Agent Holloway had to do was pop the name he’d pulled off Carter’s license into his big FBI database to learn the man he’d interrogated last night was wanted for attempted murder in Texas. That was more than a reason to follow up.

Holloway also knew where he worked. So should he run and... take Allison? Where could they run to? Carter had cash, but he otherwise remained dependent upon his uncle.

Not knowing what to do next was terrifying, but also comforting in a way. He absolutely could not do anything more tonight—he wasn’t going to try to move Allison again, and even his boss, Subway John, didn’t have this apartment’s address. He had the address of a PO box Carter’s uncle also paid for. The FBI couldn’t immediately trace him here.

He might have to quit his job. He might never be able to show his face at Subway again, which meant he’d run out of money soon enough. All because a woman wandered into the shop a minute before close with the FBI chasing after her, and he simply couldn’t let that go.

As he thought back over his unusual night, however, he had no real regrets. He couldn’t see any way he could have done anything differently. What he had to do now was get some damn sleep, but before that... Allison needed a blanket. What if she got cold?

Carter went into his bedroom and stripped the thick comforter off his bed, then returned. Allison continued to sleep like the dead on his couch. He dropped the comforter over her and tucked it in below her feet, then tucked it around her shoulders. The couch armrest was plush enough to be a pillow, which was good, because he only had one pillow.

He’d done all he could for her. He’d done more than most would. Now... he should get some sleep and figure out what do about this mess in the morning. Gawking at the gorgeous woman passed out his couch felt like being a creep.

He belatedly remembered to lock the door again, dropped his keys on the counter to the adjoining kitchen, and stumbled into his room to get undressed. He pulled his uniform shirt off first—the thing tended to wrinkle—and hung it in the closet, then pulled off his thin T-shirt as well. When had it gotten so damn hot in his apartment? It was fall!

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He stripped down to his boxers and slipped into bed with only his thin sheet to cover him. Given he was actually sweating now, he didn’t care. He must have exerted himself more than he expected tonight when carrying home a wanted fugitive. As much as he expected to toss and turn for hours, he drifted off the moment his head hit the pillow.

And dreamed.

In his dream he was in his apartment and bedroom, but paintings he didn’t recognize hung on his walls. Nice paintings. It was also day. Bright sunlight poured in through his open window and cascaded through the room.

Carter slid both legs out of bed. He found that while he still wore nothing but his boxers, he felt pleasantly warm instead of hot. Like he was standing on a beach of a warm and breezy day. A woman’s amused voice came from the front room.

“Carter? Can you come in here, please? I need your help with something.”

Allison. He knew that voice was hers, and he also somehow knew that he was dreaming despite this bedroom feeling far more real than a dream. As he glanced down at himself, he also confirmed he was hard as a rock. His tight back boxers strained to contain his cock, and the pressure from the sheer fabric was both uncomfortable and pleasurable.

So. This was going to be one of those dreams. Given the night he’d just had, Carter was absolutely fine with one of those dreams. He almost always woke up before could actually cum inside a woman in a sex dream, but still, he wouldn’t turn one down.

And Allison, in this dream, was apparently waiting for him in his living room.

Carter walked into his living room and was surprised by how much it had changed in the dream. There was a round kitchen table in the corner now with nice wooden chairs, just like the one his mom kept in their house in Texas. His couch was where it always was, and while Allison was still on it, she wasn’t beneath the comforter.

She wasn’t beneath anything at all. She was now completely naked on his couch, with the back of her head on the armrest and two slim fingers busy between her thighs. Carter’s gaze devoured her shapely legs and came to rest on her wet, pink pussy. She’d shaved herself bare save for a tuft of red hair above her slit. There, Allison’s fingers worked.

The rest of her was just as hot. Her abs were impressive and her waist really was tiny without any clothes on, giving her an intoxicating hourglass figure that would have only otherwise been possible for a woman with far bigger breasts and hips. And speaking of her breasts... they were just as sexy as he’d imagined. They heaved with each breath and held his eyes as she caressed one taut pink nipple and the other with her free hand.

Her other hand, of course, continued to play eagerly between her thighs.

Carter walked closer, well aware of how hard he remained due to the exquisite torture of tight boxer silk straining against his cock. Should he pull it out for her? This was his sex dream, after all. He could do whatever he liked here. Allison’s face remained as beautiful as he remembered, and her red hair cascaded across her bare shoulders.

He suddenly felt as nervous as if he’d been called in by his coach to catch a Hail Mary on the fourth down in a tied game. “You said you needed some help?”

“I’d really like to cum,” she told him plaintively. “Will you help me do that?”

He hurried over to the couch. “I’d be happy to.”

“Thank you.” With her fingers still dancing and circling between her spread thighs, she beckoned with her free hand. “Come here, please. Over here. I can’t get up.”

The fact that she seemed too tired to leave the couch was a bit unusual for a sex dream, but given the way she was breathing and the utter longing in her eyes, she obviously wanted sex. Carter stepped closer and smiled as she snatched his boxers and yanked them down, finally freeing his cock to bounce up and to attention. He really needed this.

She evaluated him appreciatively and then met his gaze again. “It’ll be easier for me to cum if you do. If you cum inside me.”

This was a dream, so he didn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant. “Happy to help.” As he moved to climb on top of her, however, she clutched his hand.

“Up here, please,” she said. “I’m already handling everything down there.”

He glanced down at her other hand, where two wet fingers now slid urgently in and out of her glistening pussy, and then up at her green eyes and wet lips. “So. You mean—”

“My mouth, yes,” Allison said. “I’d like to pleasure you with my mouth. If you’ll allow it.” She drew him closer and adjusted her posture incrementally on the couch.

“Sure, all right!” Carter frowned as he evaluated the limited space. “So, uh... you want me to help you get down on your knees, or should I move you and sit down?”

“Straddle my chest?” she asked plaintively.

So she planned to blow him while he sat on top of her. Carter had never actually tried this particular position with a woman—he’d dated a number of women growing up in Texas and even gotten some decent action, but it had all been missionary save for one particularly frisky brunette who loved giving him head in his truck.

This was different. Carter had fantasized about having a woman this way for years, but no he’d ever dated had seemed up for it. He hadn’t wanted to impose... but this was his dream.

And it was already shaping up to be one hell of a dream.

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