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Hands On Training

Copyright© 2007 by t0nst3rs

Chapter 2

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Kayla and Dave are both Police Academy cadets. They get close, but can Dave help her overcome her fears and demons.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   NonConsensual   Rape   Heterosexual   First  

Around 7am, Dave awoke to a noise. It sounded like a cry, but since he was asleep, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was something outside he thought. He rolled over on the couch, and tried to go back to sleep when he heard her screams. "No, no get off of me! Stop it!" Without thinking, he jumped off the couch and ran into her room, just clad in his jeans, ready to beat the shit out of whoever was in there. He found her asleep and alone, striking out at something or someone. "No, no, please no!" she was screaming and crying in her sleep. He stood against the wall for a moment, glad that she was okay, and glad that no one was actually in the house, since he never stopped to grab anything to fight off a would-be attacker.

He pushed himself off the wall, and leaned down on the floor to wake her up. "Kayla, Kay," he called out to her as he tried to wake her. She swung out towards him, almost taking his head off, when he grabbed her by the arms, essentially pinning her down. He began to gently shake her. "Kayla, wake up baby. Kayla," giving her a harder shake until her eyes flew open.

She was disoriented but saw Dave above her, naked above the waist, holding her arms down. "Get off of me," she screamed at him, as she tried to kick out at him.

He straddled over her, pinning her legs down as well. "Will you relax; you've been screaming your head off. You woke me up. You were having a nightmare, now calm down. Trust me; I don't want to be awake right now anymore than you do."

She took a moment to realize that she was dreaming, she recalled the nightmare, and felt the all too familiar sting of the tears on her cheeks. "Can you let me go please?" she pleaded.

"Are you gonna hit me?" he questioned.

Kayla shook her head no, now embarrassed that she accused him of attacking her when he was only trying to help her. Dave slowly released her arms, and got off of her, sliding next to her on the bed. He leaned down on his left elbow, looking down at her, and used his right thumb to wipe the tears away from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay. Are you alright? Do you want to tell me about it?" he reached down to hold her hands that were crossed on her stomach.

"Yea I'll be fine. I have this nightmare all the time. Can we talk about it later, I'm exhausted and I bet you are too, since I woke you up. Can we just try and go back to sleep?" she pleaded.

"Okay, but you're not gonna put me off. We're gonna talk about this later."

She nodded. "Okay." He pulled his hand away so he could get off the bed and return to the couch, but she grabbed it. He looked at her curiously. She didn't ask him to stay but grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his as she turned on her side facing him, and laid her forehead against his chest. Dave lightly placed a kiss on the top of her head before settling onto the pillow and falling back asleep.


When Kayla awoke again around 1pm, she couldn't believe she had slept in that long, she hadn't done that in ages. She also couldn't believe that she had Dave wrapped around her, and could feel the heat emanating from his bare chest on her back, his right arm wrapped around her abdomen, holding her tight. She teased at first, but then relaxed against him, and began to relish in the feel of him up against her. He felt nice. As lame as a description as it was, it was just simply nice to be held.

She brushed her fingertips up along his forearm, feeling the muscle there, and he shifted pulling her closer. When he did, she felt something poke her in the butt. Dave had morning, or in this case afternoon, wood. The thought of his erection pushed into her ass gave her a sudden and unexpected thrill. She bit her bottom lip, as she contemplated if she should be daring or not. He was sleeping after all, right? Deciding what the hell, she pushed her ass back into him a bit more, and moved up and in, ultimately grinding against him.

She jumped in surprise as he moaned and said "There's no genie there that's gonna give you three wishes if you keep rubbing it."

"You're awake!" she shrieked.

"Well gee; it's hard not to be when I have a beautiful woman pressing her ass into my dick, making me harder than I already was.

"I did that?" she asked.

Dave groaned. "Kayla, you've been doing that to me for weeks. I've practically had a constant hard on since you got to the bar last night."

"Really?" she asked in disbelief.

"No, I've been thinking of Thompson. He's the one who'd got me all hot," he told her, his response dripping in sarcasm.

She smiled, but was a bit perplexed. She didn't think she possessed the feminine wiles to get any guy hot. Just then, Dave pushed her hair back, and began kissing the back of her neck, running up towards the front until he reached her ear. She gently ran his tongue along the edge, and she shivered.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Getting you as hot as you've had me for weeks," he replied before gently nibbling on her ear, which elicited a gasp from her. Dave smiled. He pulled her over so that she lay on top of him, her breast smushed into his chest, and his cock poking her in her thigh. He leaned up to kiss her, gently gliding his tongue across her lips. Kayla was reveling in the feel of his tongue against her body. She had forgotten what it was like to be kissed like this. Slowly she opened her mouth, and his tongue entered. They lightly dueled back and forth, as she slid her hands up his chest. He wound his fingers in her hair, pulling her in deeper to him. She moaned into his mouth, and he rolled her over onto her back, so he was over her.

Kayla felt herself getting aroused. Her nipples were hardening, she had a butterfly like feeling in her stomach, and she felt her own dampness on her panties. Dave untangled his right hand from her hair, and ran it down her chest to cup her breast, as he simultaneously ground her cock into her pussy. Kayla suddenly froze, and her whole body tensed. She slowly pushed Dave off of her and sat up on her the edge of her bed, her back to him.

"Kay?"

She rose from the bed. "We should get up, so we can get my car, and you can get on with your day. I'll go make some coffee," she stated as she walked from the room.

'What the fuck' he thought. What was going on with this girl that she'd open up a little, and then shut him down? He got up from the bed and followed her to the kitchen.

"Kayla, Kayla look at me," he demanded in a stern tone.

"Dave, I," he cut her off before she could finish.

He walked up behind her, spun her around, and then put one arm on each side of the counter, barricading her in. "Damnit Kayla, what's going on? If you're not interested in me, then fucking say so. Don't keep playing these games with me, giving me an inch, and then pushing me back a yard. Christ, can't you even look at me?"

Kayla was on the brink of tears. "Dave, I told you, it's not you. You're great. There are just things you don't know."

"No, I don't know. I don't know, because you won't tell me what's going on. I'm not a mind reader. I need you to trust me enough to tell me."

"I can't," she responded, still unable to meet his eyes.

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