Poolparty

Disclaimer: I would love to own Brian O'Conner and FatF/ 2F2F, but I own nothing but this plot and the oc

With a groan I pulled myself out of the pool. Why the hell did I let myself being talked into going to the party? Looking like a drowned rat I stood next to the pool and contemplated my next move. Nicky dragged me to the party, telling me I still owed her big time for a favour she gave me and now I was totally wetted and alone on a part with a crowd totally unknown to me. As soon as we had arrived Nicky found her new flavour of the week and left me. I did not really wanted to go looking for her, because there were things I did not wanted to see and know about. Cursing under my breath I scuffled over to the non- occupied guest house, expecting to find towels and a refugee of peace in there.

I was right. Inside the pool house I found towels, a refugee and a nice and cool mini bar, stocked with everything a girl could need in a moment like this. After I stripped off my wet clothes, I wrapped myself into a large and fluffy towel, grabbed a Rigo and lay down on a lounge chair. The sounds of the party lulled me into a relaxed state; every now and then I took a sip of my drink and contemplated life. An opening door and somebody cursing made me jump, when a person entered the house. With my towel pulled against my chest tightly I stared at the intruder.

My intruder definitely was male and looking real hot, being totally wet and his clothes clinging to him like a second skin. He was looking at me with wide eyes. “Sorry, I did not know…” we both squeaked simultaneously, made wide eyes and started to laugh. Water was dripping down his nose. “Um, there a large towels in the closet in the back and there still is enough space in the bathroom for you to hang up your clothes.” He started to grin. “Also made acquaintances with the pool?” “Well, yeah. A bitch thought I was hittin’ on her boy, though I only asked him where I could get a drink, and SPLASH! I was in the pool.” He laughed with me, vanished into the bathroom to get himself dry, while I wrapped the towel as secure as possible around me and sat myself down in the lounge chair again.

I just had grabbed my second Rigo, when he appeared next to my chair and scared me half to death. “Say, could I stay in here? All those skanks out there are buggin me and when I leave like that”, he gestured down his body and my jaw nearly hit the floor, he was only wearing a towel slung low onto his hips, “I will not see tomorrow!” “Um... Uh, sure, take a seat, make yourself at home.” Damn, I was stuttering like a freshman on a fret party and blushing like a virgin. It took three big gulps of my drink to calm down and be able to look at him again.

Time to get a better look at my companion in misfortune. He seemed to quite tall, was well muscled and seemed athletic, having nice pecs, abs and biceps’s. His hair was a dirty blond and slightly curly and was sticking out on every direction at the moment, because he raked his fingers through his hair every other moment. His face had chiselled featured and flawless, tanned skin, a slight goatee adorning his chin. He must have noticed my stare and looked at me questioningly. My cheeks turned red again and I raked my head for a plausible excuse to stare at him.

“Uh, you surely want to know why I stare at you.” Not waiting for his response, I continued. “I know you from somewhere, but can’t place your face… Is it possible you have something to do with the racing scene? Like stock cars or sum fin?” He cocked his head slightly, regarded me for a moment and started to grin. “Nah, though I love to drive, I’m just a mechanic.” “Oh! I’m sorry!” it escaped my mouth before I could stop it. Mentally I kicked myself rather hard, when I noticed he was laughing. “What?!” it sounded rather bitchy and by now my face must have looked like a tomato. “Until today nobody ever excused himself for thinking I was a pro stockcar driver!” he gasped between laughs.

Feeling rather childish, I stuck my tongue out at him and pouted. “Oh look, now she pouts…” With a grin he got up and crossed the space between us to sit down net to me. Instinctively I scooted over, so he had enough space, grabbed my drink and emptied it. “Can I get one too?” “Huh?” “Ask whether I could one of those drinks too?” Damn girl; don’t look into his eyes for so long. Am, look away, god, he must have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Like in trance I grabbed a bottle, opened it and pressed it into his hand without braking eye contact. His eyes raked over my face only to capture my eyes once again. He sure must give off a lot of warmth or I suddenly have become feverish. I felt so hot it was nearly unbearable.

A grin crossed his features before he set the bottle to his lips and started to drink. I couldn’t suppress to wish being the bottle. With closed eyes I leaned back and thought about him. Somehow I knew him, so I must have visited his garage or at least have seen him at one of the races, Mattie took me to. Humming Nelly’s country grammar under my breath I reminisced about the earlier races I visited with Mattie, before going to the party with Nicki. He noticed my humming and chuckled a bit. Something in my brain clicked and I jumped up.

“You are the guy that smoked Mattie at the races. Damn, out of friendship and loyalty I should drown you in the pool!” My voice sounded like a rubber duckie, squeaking unceremoniously. He looked at me with widened eyes, dropped his jaw, turned pink and turned his head, only to look at me out of the corner of his eyes. I decided to wait and watch, to see if looked at me on his own or not.

After 30 Mississippi’s he was still staring out of the window, I jumped over my shadow and poked him into his shoulder. He looked at me and turned his eyes away again. “Uhm, yeah, you were right. I raced against Mattie and some others. My name’s Brian…” His eyes were fixed on some people outside. “I’m Am, well, originally it’s Amelie, but that’s too long for my taste…!” He seemed to ignore me, because he was still staring straight ahead, watching a few people in the pool and around it. Boring to me, so I turned my eyes onto him again. Better watch the hot guy in front of me than watch scantily clad girl in the pool. He did not finish his last sentence, leaving me curious.

“Everything alright there Brian?” He shortly looked at me, turned pink again and continued to stare out of his window. “Sure, sure…” Uh huh, sure sweetling. If there was nothing wrong, then why won’t you look at me? “Something on my face or do I have FUCK ME! tattooed across my forehead?” “No, but your towel’s on the floor!” it was mumbled quietly. Excuse me? My towel down on the floor? I threw a glance downwards and squeaked. Shit, he was right. My towel had fallen down and was currently lying at my feet and blinked innocently at me. Sure, I still wore my thong, but that was nothing but a scrap of dark red lace and my boobs flashed him pretty good. Red as a lobster I dropped into the chair next to him, the towel tucked securely around me.

“Everything wrapped up again?” Brian asked clearly amused. “Yah... am sorry, did not notice, my towel had dropped… aw god, that’s so friggin embarrassing!” again rubber duckie. A shiver ran through me as his skin brushed against my, when he leaned over me to grad another drink. We drank in silence for while a bit until he looked at e, his eyes twinkling mischievously and he grinned at me after finishing his fifth Rigo.

Our silence was broking by him: “You know, you could walk around the whole day clad in only a thong, if it was my choice… but I think you do not like that idea…!” A snort and a shake of my head was my response. He surely was kidding me. “What?” I looked at him with serious eyes and cocked my head, only to look away again with another shake of my head. Brian cleared his throat and scooted closer to whisper in my ear: “You really don’t have to hide that body of yours. Nothing you should be ashamed for. You’re gorgeous. Believe me…”

Again shivers ran through me and the little hairs on my neck stood, when his warm and moist breath wafted over the sensitive skin there. To hide it, I turned my head and looked into his eyes. His lips were only a few inches away from mine, so I could feel his breath on mine. A soft grin flashed over his face, before he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine. At first I wanted to pull back shocked, but the intense feeling of his lips against mine and his hands wandering around my waist made me kiss him back and intertwine my hands into his hair. Brian smiled into the kiss, pulled me against him more tightly and let his tongue play with mine softly.

His kiss aroused me more than any other I ever had. With softly pulling his hair, I tried to tell him I wanted to lie back down and have him on top of me, because I started to feel a bit light-headed; my blood was rushing into my crotch, making a warm flood pool in my knickers. Seemingly he understood me, because he leaned us down, his body half on top, half next to mine and started to peel my towel away, to have better access to my body. His strong and slightly calloused fingers started to discover my body. My hands were not idle either. While my left still was in his hair, tugging him as close as possible and scraping my nails across his scalp every now and then, making him purr, my right travelled his body and tried to discover every dip and curve and angle of his chest and back.

I did not dare to reach under his towel, not knowing if he still wore his boxers underneath or not. Breathless we parted and looked at each other. His eyes had turned into a deep stormy blue, like the sky would turn before a storm. His lips wandered down over my jaw and my throat and to my collarbone and up again on the other side. My breath came in short huffs as his hands wandered from my belly up to my breasts. They softly stroked their undersides, along their sides to the upper part, to grab them softly and knead them. A soft moan broke lose from my throat and he kissed my again.

“You’re perfect. So soft….”He said with a lightly amused chuckle. Somehow I felt mocked, so I rolled him from me and got up, which he answered with an astonished look. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice was rough with arousal, what one could see on his face too. Well not only his face, his towel did not much to conceal his hard on. A seemingly large hard on. It did nothing for me to cool down, quite the contrary, it only made my blood pool in my crotch again. “nah, don’ worry!” was my hissed answer.

I grabbed my newly dried cigarettes and lit on, took a deep drag and leaned, oblivious to my semi nudity, against the doorjamb, looking out onto the now no occupied pool and berated and kicked myself internally for being so dumb to think about fucking one of the hottest guys of the racing scene in Miami. I could feel Brian’s eyes on my back, so I wrapped my left arm around myself, to feel a bit more secure and pouted interlay.

How could Nicki stand it to be with a new guy every week, some of them more popular than the others. Sure, Nicki had the shape of a goddess, 94- 56- 92 at 1,70 m with endless legs, soft strawberry blond hair and really beautiful face. Not a wonder that men loved her. I on the contrary was quite small, rounded and not that beautiful, well, that’s what I think.
My self- confidence seemed to be unbreakable, but in the end I was fucking insecure about myself, my friend being the ideal of a woman did not help that. I was 110- 68- 98 on 1,65m, nothing compared to her. My long hair was soft and straight, but only if I brushed it right after washing it.
Otherwise it made soft waves down until the small of my back. Its colour was indefinable, a mixture of blond, brown red and black streaks, that sometimes just looked plain brown and boring. My face was oval; the green eyes framed by long dark lashes, my lips were full, nearly pouty and were often placed into a smirk.
My nose was kind of big and reminded me of a drinkers nose when my allergy hit full force.

I was ripped from my reverie by two strong arms that wrapped around my waist and a hard male body, which pressed up against my back. Brian buried his face in my hair and inhaled its scent. “Why did you push me away Baby? Did I hurt you?” somehow his voice sounded a bit worried. “No, you did nothing wrong, it’s me…!” Fucking line I gave him. What would he now think of me? He sighed and hugged me tighter against him. My stiffened posture relaxed promptly. “I’m sorry… I did not mean to sound so... bitchy and cold…”

Carefully I turned in his arms, flicked y cigarette bud into the direction of the pool and cuddled against his chest. And what a beautiful chest it was. Okay, Am, get your mind out of the gutter and stop drooling! In order to look into his eyes, I had to lean my head back. Damn, his blue eyes made me lose my train of thought. “I’m sorry. I can’t do what you want me to do. I really would want to, but I can’t. I should not have drunk at all and…!”

My rambling was stopped, because he sealed my mouth with a kiss. Pulled tightly against his body, I literally melted into his form and gave a purr as he started to stroke my back softly until he reached my bum, grabbed my cheeks and lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his hips on instinct and pressed my heated core against his erection. Like it had a mind of its own, my pelvis started to grind and rub against his. I tried to relieve myself of the building tension inside me by rubbing my pulsing centre against his raging hard- on. My hands were buried in his hair and pulled his face harder against mine to deepen our kiss even more.

No idea how we made it to the bed the back of the pool house, but it was no second too early. In the blink of an eye his towel and my thong were discarded and we were naked. Brian had a gorgeous body; his upper body lean and muscled, the abs and pecs perfectly visible, long and strong legs and his crotch, oh he was perfect. His erection strained towards me, not too big to be scary and definitely above average in size and girth, slightly bend towards his belly and pulsing with his heartbeat.

On its tip the first drops of precum had collected into a drop of clear fluid. The drop was beckoning me to lick it up, but before I did it, I crawled over his body on all fours and kissed him with everything I had. We moaned loudly. He tried to pull me down onto his cock, but that was not the way I planned, so I pulled away and glided down over his body, until his tip was within reach of my mouth.

He had his eyes closed and gave a disappointed moan, that turned into one full of lust as I captured his weeping head between my lips and licked the drop of precum away. Yummy, tasty. Slightly salty but with a sweet tang to it. My tongue traced his crown lightly before my mouth glided down and my tongue swirled around his shaft, while my hand pumped the part of his shaft I could not fit into my mouth. I could feel his erection jerk inside my mouth and knew he was near his peak. Brian grabbed my shoulders and urged me to release him.

“Please stop… or do you want me to cum so soon?” With I smile I slid up his body “Nah, did not want that!” and sank down onto his cock. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me as near as I could go, so his full length was deeply embedded inside me. With a loud moan I threw my head back as he started to guide my hips to rock against his and make soft circles. He manipulated us in such a way, it took us no time to only become two moaning, jerking and sweating bodies, that were rapidly approaching their climax. His thrusts started to become even faster and harder and I could feel his climax, his seed shooting deep inside me and triggering my own release. My muscles squeezed and massaged his shaft until every last drop of his essences was deeply inside my. Brian prolonged my orgasm by stroking my clit and thrusting into me, though he was finished. Orgasm after orgasm rolled over me until I collapsed onto his chest. My heart was racing and my breath was coming in short pants. Brian’s heart was out of control too and his breathing was erratic. It took us a while to calm down. Carefully I let his now soft dick slip out and snuggled into his side. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and started to stroke my back softly, my skin tingling where he touched me. I pressed soft kisses to his throat and shoulder and purred under his stroking hands like a contended cat, until his stroking ceased and we both fell asleep.


Sunrays stroked my face and tickled my nose. With a groan I turned over and buried my face into a warm chest. Chest? Stop, rewind. Where am I? My eyes shot open and I sat up, careful not to disturb my human pillow. One moment. I remember. Yesterday Nicky dragged me to this party, where I ended up fucking with Brian on the bed of the pool house.

My eyes travelled his body and a smirk manifested itself on my face. Jackpot, baby! Would have never thought I could have sex with a guy like him. But surprises like that were the best! Slowly I detangled myself from his grip and shuffled into the bathroom. Got a bit clammy in here over the night, having slept without a real cover, only having Brian for warmth.

As soon as the water was appropriately warm, I jumped under the spray. The water streamed down my body and I leaned against the tiles, closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander. Should I get clothed and just leave, grab Nicki and be gone or should I wake him and say goodbye? My thoughts were cut short, when Brian entered the shower and greeted me with a slow, sensual kiss.

“Morning baby!” My whole resistance went down the drain, as his hands started to caress my slowly and I pressed closer to him. My arms went around his neck and played with the short and soft hair there. His hands wandered down and grabbed my bum, lifting me like last night, so his erection was pressed against my core.

“What are you doing?” I gasped out. He cocked an eyebrow and leered at me. “What does it look like baby?” Good lord, these intense eyes and that voice. My body gave in although my mind was fighting against his pull. We kissed softly and he entered me with one smooth thrust. My hands wandered his body and his wandered mine. We took our time, explored each other until we could not bare it any longer and climaxed shortly after one another. Afterwards we leathered each other up and washed us softly. The bathroom was filled with steam as we left it, dried each other and got dressed.

Hand in hand we left the pool house and walked into the main house. People were scattered around on the couches and armchairs and floor, some sleeping, some dozing and some still or again partying. Nick was nowhere in sight, so I took out my cell to call a cab.
Nicki never took her cell with her, when she went to parties, so no need to call her. “Do you need a ride?” Brian smiled down at me with the most charming smile ever. “Yeah. I’m just calling a cab and head home. Why?” He took my hand and led me to his beautiful Skyline. “I’ll drive you where ever you want!”

So we both got into his car and he fires his engine up and peeled out f the parking lot. “Where do you need to go?” Brian threw a glance at me and grabbed my hand after shifting into fourth. “You know where Mattie lives, right? I crash at his place.” He nodded and we arrived fifteen minutes later at Mattie’s doorstep. He cut off the engine and looked at me. I could feel my cheeks turning red under his gaze and smiled shyly.

“So this is goodbye then?” His voice was quiet. “I’ll fly home the day after tomorrow. Perhaps you’d like to spend the afternoon with me and Mattie and Mattie’s girl at the beach?” Afraid he would say no, I looked down at my lap where our clasped hands laid. “I’d like to come. When should I pick you up?” A smile spread on my face. “At 3pm, that okay?” “Sure.” “Wonderful… I’ll see you later then?” He nodded and I kissed him softly. What started a softly ended panting and aroused again.

The afternoon we spent with Mattie and Katie at the beach, goofing around, laying in the sun, kissing cuddling and even with two quickies in the dunes, always ready to run. The thrill of being discovered was almost too much to enjoy the sex. At the end of the day, Brian and I decided to not say good bye already and meet the next day. Well, Brian stayed over at Mattie’s and we did spent my last day together at Mattie’s, with cuddling, kissing, having sex, watching TV, taking a walk and some more kissing. We promised hold our two days in good memories, when we said our good bye the morning of my departure. The good bye was with one laughing and one crying eye. We kissed and held each other, never wanting to let go, but I had to go.


A/N: let me know what you think... it's been a while since i wrote a fic in english... please be kind.. flames will only be used to heat up my fireplace...
a/n2:
nearly a hundered hits, but no review for a poor writer...*sighs* what am i doing wrong? could someone please enlighten me?