Title: Girl from the North Country: Part III, Paradise
Rating: NC-17 [sex]

Summary: Bobby surprises Adele on the last day of school before the start of summer.




Sitting in the home economics classroom, Adele tapped her foot and glanced up at the clock once more. The hands on the white-face clock seemed to be moving improbably slowly. Surely, it had been more than two minutes since she last glanced to see if school was over for the year. While she normally looked forward to the end of school, this year was different. As soon as that bell rang, she was free for months and she intended to spend every one of those months with Bobby. Just seeing him every weekend had not been enough; neither had been talking to him nearly every night before she went to bed. She needed to be with him always. And he would be back in Minneapolis that evening.

“So, Addie, are you doing anything fun this summer?” her partner asked, snapped her gum, and turned the page in her yearbook, clearly admiring all of the insipid remarks scribbled on the pages.

She glanced at Mary Sue, “Of course I am. And no, I’m not telling you, because it’s none of your business.”

“Try not to get pregnant by your boyfriend. Oh wait, he doesn’t really exist,” she remarked.

Adele’s eyes whirled angrily at the girl next to her. She wanted nothing more than to smack the pretentious girl across the room. However doing so would likely mean she would get immediate detention and she had no time for that at all. Instead, she got up from her desk with her backpack and approached the teacher.

A moment later, she was heading down the empty hallway to sneak out of school fifteen minutes early. Pausing at the top of the steps of Edison Senior High School, Adele shaded her eyes and glanced around. Though she had no reason to expect Bobby to be there, she figured it a good practice before heading to walk home. Her heart leaped up into her throat as she spied him leaning against a beat-up car, dark sunglasses perched upon his nose. He pushed away from the car as she waved and ran down the steps.

Arms wrapping around her at the edge of the sidewalk, Bobby kissed her, “Hello, baby.”

She kissed him again, “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I know. But my uncles gave me this lovely jalopy for graduation and I could not wait a minute to hit the road and come to you,” he motioned at the car behind him. “So shall we?”

Adele nodded, “Have you plans for us?”

Bobby winked, something she barely saw through his shaded lenses, “I do, but first we ought to head to your house.”

An hour later, Adele sat in the passenger seat as Bobby headed out of the city. Crackly blues sputtered out of his tiny radio, just barely audible enough to make out words every now and then. In the back of the vehicle, where seats should have been, Bobby’s and Adele’s suitcases shifted when he took a bit too fast. He still had not told her anything about their destination, but she did not care. He could take her to Nebraska for all she cared and it would not matter; she would be with him.

Pulling over at a gas station to fill up once more, Bobby leaned over and kissed Adele’s cheek, “We should be there before dark, even if we stop for supper. Are you hungry?”

She nodded, “A bit.”

“Then we’ll stop at the café at the turnoff,” he responded before turning to get out of the car.

“Bobby?”

He glanced over his shoulder at her.

“Where are we going?”

“Paradise.”

Shaking her head, she watched him climb out and head to pay for the petrol. Turning her attention to the hem of her summery shirt, she let her thoughts drift away. Perhaps she should have cared that Bobby had whisked her away from Minneapolis without them even speaking with her parents, but she really did not. She had left a note on the kitchen counter; that would suffice. Her parents seemed to like Bobby; it should not be an issue. Besides, it was summer now. She did not need to be up early the next day for school.

Sliding back into the car, the slight scent of gasoline drifting in with him, Bobby smiled at Adele and started the vehicle back up. They rumbled down the street for just over an hour before he steered them into the parking lot of a rustic diner. Quickly turning the car off and climbing out, Bobby hurried around to let Adele out, because not only it was the proper thing to do but also the passenger side had no interior handle yet. His lips briefly touched hers before taking her hand and leading her into the diner. The couple quickly ate greasy food surrounded by taxidermy animals. Though their waitress had been friendly, the moose in the corner freaked out Adele and she was more than happy to get out of the restaurant.

“When are we going to get there, Bobby?” she asked as he opened her door.

“Within the hour.”

True to his word, the teenage couple pulled up in front of a tiny log cabin. Before he even turned the vehicle off, Adele was attempting to get out of the car, to smell the fresh air, to explore the hideaway he took her to. Chuckling, Bobby quickly got out of the car to release her. As he swung the door closed, she pushed it back open and climbed out, having practically bolted over to his seat.

“Excited?” he teased.

“Oh, Bobby, this is… this is just wonderful. How could you even afford something like this?” she asked softly, treading lightly towards the cabin.

“You’re not allowed to ask questions like that.”

“I… okay,” her eyes went to his. “I promise to not ask any more.”

His arm slipped around her waist, “Let’s go check out our own private paradise.”



Lying on a blanket spread on the deck, Adele’s eyes focused upon the glittering stars in the sky. Watching her for a moment from the doorway into the cabin, Bobby smiled. He loved the way her eyes sparkled as much as the balls of gas she stared at. That alone had been worth the money he had paid for the week’s respite at this cabin. Perhaps he would be able to scrounge up enough money to extend their stay. He would have to wander about when the sun rose to see what was around for that. Until then…

“Bobby?”

His eyes connected with hers and he left the doorway. Sitting beside the pretty brunette, Bobby pulled his guitar into his lap as she sat up. For a while, he merely plucked through melodies, watching her lips curve into a smile. She kissed his cheek and lay back down on the blanket, tucking her hands under her head. He added lyrics here and there when they seemed appropriate. Unsurprisingly the only lyrics that came to mind were lyrics of songs that reminded him of Adele.

Giving up the guitar when he could no longer focus on playing or even singing because of how she occupied his mind, Bobby set it aside and turned to stretch out beside Adele. His hand slipped over her flat abdomen and his body molded around hers as he kissed her mouth gently. She purred slightly and adjusted her position, turning to him slightly. Her arms slowly looped around his neck, holding him in the kiss that was rapidly deepening. His hand slipped under the edge of her blouse, quickly moving to cup her breast. She moaned into his kiss as his thumb traced around her nipple.

Bobby’s lips pulled away from her mouth and nibbled along her jaw line. He straddled her so that he could slip his hands under her lower back and guide her up as he leaned back. His eyes met hers briefly, before he tugged her shirt off. Adele’s fingers immediately went to the buttons in his western-style shirt as his reached to find the clasp of her white bra.

“Oh lady,” he breathed once her small breasts were exposed to the moonlight, “you are so beautiful.”

“Oh, Bobby… Bobby, kiss me,” she whispered.

He knew full well she did not mean on the lips. Though they had only once attempted sex once since Valentines before it was aborted due to Adele crying in pain once more, they had fooled around in other ways. He did not believe this night would be any different, even if they were in a secluded, romantic locale, but he loved her enough to not need more – even if he wanted more. Leaning forward, Bobby cupped her breasts in each hand. He softly showered kisses all over her beautiful mounds, his tongue flicking out across her nipples briefly.

Slowly Adele began to lie back. Focused on her breasts, Bobby easily followed. He continued to lavish attention upon her breasts and nipples until she sighed his name and her hands tightened on his bare shoulders. Slowly his mouth trailed up her neck and once more reconnected with her mouth.

The teenagers continued to make out topless for a few minutes. Before long, Bobby was grinding against her, his kisses turning sloppy. Adele slowly pushed him out of the kisses.

“Bobby,” she breathed heatedly.

His darkened eyes went to hers, “I can… I can stop.”

“No,” she responded. “Don’t stop.”

“Really?”

“Please don’t stop. I want to… I want to…”

“What, baby?” he asked, his hand fondling her breast again.

“I want to try again.”

His eyes snapped to hers, “Are you certain?”

She nodded without hesitation, “I have been… I have been touching myself sometimes.”

While his lust instantly escalated at her statement, Bobby calmly repeated, “Are you certain?”

Adele nodded again, “Yes.”

“I will stop if you ask me to.”

“I know.”

Bobby dipped down and kissed her once more. His hands traced down her sides to the waistband of her pants. Keeping his kiss sweet, his fingertips slipped under the edge to work the button free of the buttonhole. Her hands went to her pants as she felt the zipper slip down. Before Bobby could argue, her thumbs caught her panties, she arched her hips up, and quickly removed both her pants and her underwear. Bobby tried to keep cool and helped her shake her legs free of her clothing. Rather than remove his jeans and shorts as well, he once more kissed her.

“Are you sure?” he asked once more.

“Yes.”

Breaking the kiss, Bobby quickly disrobed, but remained kneeling between her spread legs, “Baby, touch yourself for me.”

Without speaking her hands ran down her lithe body. Her right hand gently parted her petals, exposing her hot sex to the cool summer night air. While her eyes remained focused on his face, Bobby’s eyes zeroed in on the fingers of her left hand. Slowly her pointer finger traced up her slit and circled her swollen clitoris. Adele rang her fingertip around the bud a few times before running it back down towards her sex. Bobby gasped as she began to stroke her finger in and out of her body.

He could not be mere audience for long. He reached down and caught her left wrist. Lifting her hand away from her task, Bobby stuck her damp finger into his mouth and sucked on it. Pulling her hand away from his lips, he leaned down and kissed her mouth. The hand that had previously been stroking herself reached to stroke Bobby. He took the hint and his hand joined the one still holding her petals open. The couple kissed as they stroked each other.

She gasped as he slid a second finger into her, but not in pain as Bobby first thought. Her hips wiggled and her legs spread slightly more to accommodate his touch better. Her hand faltered on his erection as Bobby increased the speed of his hand’s thrusts. Lips falling open, she moaned feeling an odd sensation building in her belly.

“Bobby, I feel… I feel… strange,” she muttered.

It suddenly dawned on him that she was close to orgasm. Never before could he remember bringing her to it. And while he wanted to bring her that pleasure, he did not want to do so manually. He wanted to feel her body trembled around his. And so he withdrew his hand and re-adjusted his position between her open legs. He pulled her hand away as well, lifting it to suckle the wetness from both his digits and hers. His hands then dropped back down to her thighs and ever so slowly he pushed forward.

Slipping just the bulbous head into her, Bobby stopped and met her eyes. She smiled and licked her lips. Taking that as his sign to go ahead, he slowly pressed fully into her. Rather than plead in pain, Adele moaned in pleasure. Remaining buried deeply in her tight body, Bobby’s hands left her thighs and his mouth kissed hers. His hands framed her face as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her body.

At first Adele merely lay beneath Bobby. But as the funny feeling began to build once more inside of her, she found it connected to the myriad of pleasure wracking her body with each of Bobby’s thrust. Her hips soon began to rise, seeking out that pleasure. Her hands began to wander, scratch, and pinch. Her breaths became shallow, barely allowing moans to pass her lips.

Suddenly her entire body tensed. She felt ripples shoot through her body like a firecracker, each wave connected to Bobby’s movements. She groaned his name, clawed at his arms, curled her toes. Bobby felt her body spasming about his cock and increased his pace so that he too could join her. With a guttural groan, he slammed deeply into her body, all of his tension and energy shooting down his spine and into her.

They remained locked in orgasmic repose for a long moment before Bobby slowly began to withdraw and uncoil from Adele. He slipped to her side, pulling her close to him. Smiling she nuzzled his shoulder and kissed his Adam’s apple.

“Oh, Bobby, that was… amazing. When can we do it again?”