One way that I’ve found to explore my characters is to use them in WDC contests. Looking at the prompt I can imagine situations that may never come into play in my WIP, but that give me a deeper understanding of the characters and can allow me to work out back history. It is an easy, fun exercise that can also break the ice when you’re feeling blocked.
The following short story explores the “first time” for Club Justice’s Zeke and Ginny. It was entered in the “Quickie” contest on WDC. The photo at the top was the prompt and the aim of The Weekly Quickie is to light a fire in the judges in 869 words or less. I hope you enjoy! *SMUT WARNING* LOL
Zeke kicked the Harley up on its stand with a smirk. Gone from Trinity for over three years, some things never changed. He knew right where to find the crew on Memorial Day weekend. The reservoir had always been party central. He helped himself to a cold Budweiser from the nearest cooler. Topping the grassy rise that overlooked the lake, he twisted off the bottle cap and stood watching the rowdy game of beach volleyball.
It didn’t take long for someone to notice him. He grinned as they squinted up at him, his fatigues throwing them off. Taking another swig of his beer, he started down the hill, but only got a few steps before a willowy brunette broke from the group. A wide smile lit her face as she leapt through the tall grass clad in a tiny lilac bikini. He laughed, sacrificing the beer to catch her as she launched herself into his arms.
“Hey there beautiful,” Zeke rumbled, smiling into her hair.
A tremble shuddered through her slender form, her grip on him tightening, and he knew she was thinking about Trent. Her older brother had left Trinity with him, returning a year ago to be laid to rest in the family plot.
The rest of the crew gathered around them, greetings and well wishes tumbling from their lips.
Loosening her hold, Ginny slid down him. Blushing, she brushed her long hair out of her face.
“I’ll get you another beer, soldier,” she murmured shyly.
Zeke’s eyes followed her, drawing nudges and teasing from the others. His pen-pal had grown up.
“Come here,” Zeke mumbled.
Shivering at the night chill and a bit of anticipation, Ginny slipped into his lap.
He rubbed her bare arms, pulling her to his chest. The smell of her shampoo wafted up. The scent was uniquely Ginny and always shot straight to his groin. He couldn’t hold back a groan as she fidgeted, her firm ass rubbing against his stiffening cock. “Minx.”
“You brought it up,” she smirked.
“I’m pretty sure you caused that,” Zeke said dryly.
“Still blaming me I see.”
“Still in need of a strong hand I see.”
“You are going to take it in hand you say?”
“Why take it in hand when you have so many warm holes, kitten?”
Heat flooded Ginny at the lecherous purr in Zeke’s voice. Swallowing hard, she squirmed uncertainly, struggling for a witty comeback to continue their familiar banter. Smiling at her becoming blush, Zeke stood, lifting her to her feet. Draping an arm around her shoulders, he led her to his tent.
Slipping inside, Ginny perched on the edge of his heavy sleeping bag while Zeke unlaced his boots. The light of the fire flickered against the domed interior, casting Zeke’s features in sinister shadows. Nibbling her bottom lip, Ginny camouflaged a shiver, picking at the zipper. The sound of Zeke shucking his shirt drew her gaze back to him. He had always been built, but the Marines had hardened his natural physique. Her fingers itched to trace his washboard abs and the trail of crisp fur that disappeared into his fatigues.
She licked her lips as he moved over her. She had wanted this man since she was fourteen. They both knew only his enlistment had allowed her to reach an age of consent untouched. Wrapping a hand around his nape, she tugged his lips down to hers, reveling in their firm heat. Her bikini top fell away, replaced by his calloused hands. Desire flooded her veins as he molded her breasts, his thumbs strumming stiff nipples.
Dragging his lips from hers, Zeke kissed down her slender body. Groaning, he tongued her navel, marveling at her silky skin. Peeling her cut-offs and bikini bottoms down her long legs, he tossed them aside. Damn she was beautiful. Admiring the tantalizing strip of chestnut curls that pointed to her tiny pearl, he nuzzled between her thighs, running his tongue over her slit. Parting her desire swollen lips, he suckled until her hips humped up demandingly. Wetting a finger, he worked it into her while his tongue flicked over the button drawing broken, incoherent gasps and sobs. He slipped a second finger into her. Scissoring, he stretched her snug tunnel, preparing her.
Her fingers opened his fatigues. She brushed his throbbing cock and for a moment he thought he would cum right there. Pushing her hands away, he shoved his pants down. Moving over her, he nudged her thighs wider, lining up his cock. Capturing her lips, he shoved slowly into her. Her body tightened in pain, drawing back from him. His lips were insistent, teasing her with drugging kisses and the sweep of his tongue. Moving within her slowly, he was rewarded by a tentative thrust of her hips.
The pain eased, leaving behind an amazing fullness. He loomed over her, surrounding her with his strength. She always felt safe when she was with Zeke. It was something she felt nowhere else. A gasp escaped her as Zeke started to move. The feeling was incredible. Arching up into his thrusts, she gave herself over to him.
Driving into her snug heat, Zeke knew he would never get enough of this woman.
~ The End ~
In my debut novel, Club Justice, the couple have been married for twenty years. I guess Zeke was right. *wink*
Love & Creativity!