Title: A Place Of Learning - final part.
Rating: M... very much M.
Beta: Not beta'd...so not beta'd and I'm also a tad wacked out on the ol' pills so god knows what this is really like!
Pairing: Ryan/Taylor.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie.
Story: Smut.
Notes: cough Bondage and spankage alert. Sorry brandywine421 I seem to have borrowed Kitten Taylor. :)

A Place Of Learning

Part 4

Ryan finished vacuuming. He stepped back and surveyed the room. It looked good; he pummelled the cushions on his bed yet again even though they were perfectly plump already. He wanted the place to look perfect for tonight. Ryan moved over to the side of the room and looked at his punch bag he did some calculations in his head …when satisfied he grabbed the bag around the middle and pushed upwards.

"Don't tell me that you are dispensing with the body substitute."

Ryan heaved the bag down onto the floor with a loud thump and turned. Seth was stood leaning on the doorframe eating an apple.

"I thought you were waiting to leave." Ryan asked without stopping what he was doing. He opened one of the closets and moved the stuff around.

"I am, I'm just interested in your obsessive spring cleaning and why you are taking down the anger disperser."

Ryan haled the punch bag into the closet and pushed the door shut, it wouldn't quite close so he used his shoulder to force the issue.

"I'm cleaning because unlike you I don't like living like a pig in shit and I'm taking down the bag because I feel a Zen like calmness since I finished with Marissa and I don't feel the need to beat the crap outta it anymore."

Seth took a bite from his apple and threw his core into the bushes outside. Ryan sighed and shook his head.

"There's a trash can four paces to your left."

"It's biodegradable." Seth shrugged his shoulders. "I must admit that Summer and myself have both noticed that you seem very happy these days. There has been minimal brooding and an all-together chipper Ryan Atwood has emerged…. so I have one question for you. Who is it?"

"Who's who?" Ryan turned away and made a big thing about winding the cable back around the vacuum.

"The girl who's giving you some…because quite clearly you are definitely getting some. Even dad made a comment the other morning to that fact. Ryan, we are not used to this smiling happy boy and there has to be a girl behind it."

"Well, tell Sandy he's wrong. There is no girl. I'm just happy okay…I wasn't aware that was a crime." Ryan coughed and crossed his fingers. He hated lying but Seth could never find out about Taylor and him.

Seth narrowed his eyes.

"No girl huh…so who you vacuuming for then and why don't you want to come to Summer's dad's lake house with us this weekend."

Ryan carried the vacuum past Seth and into the kitchen…Seth unfortunately followed.

"I don't want to come because I don't fancy being stuck in a cabin with Marissa and Julie for a whole weekend. How awkward would that be? Julie would be sizing me up for concrete boots. Marisa will be alternating between Johnny and me…. Kirsten and Sandy smothering me because they'll think I'll want to punch Johnny. No thanks Seth, I'll pass."

"Hmmm, seeing as you put it like that but just what are you going to be doing here all on your own?" Seth laughed.

"Nothing…just nothing. All weekend to myself. I'm going to sleep late, catch up with some schoolwork. Do a bit of surfing the net, you know…relaxing."

Seth snickered.

"Ahh, so a weekend of watching porn then."

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Seth.

"What…like you don't watch porn Ryan? You forget I've seen some of your computer files buddy and I'm telling you that some of that stuff defiantly ain't legal in some states."

Ryan flushed.

"Keep away from my computer Seth or I'll make sure you'll never move a mouse again. Aren't you supposed to be gone by now?"

Seth laughed.

"Nice change of subject…" Ryan looked back at the house. "We're just waiting for the limo but Julie rang to say that they'd be late …something to do with a crisis with her Luis Vuitton whatever that means."

"God knows…Julie defies trying to understand…like her daughter and I've given up."

"Oh Ryan…have you finally seen the light."

"It wasn't that long ago that you were trying to hook me and Marissa back together again." Ryan opened the fridge and got out a soda.

"Yeah well that was before…I promise that I've learnt my lesson there. Never mess with an Atwood's love life."

"Pleased to hear that."

They both heard Kirsten call out.

"Got to go buddy."

Ryan walked Seth out to the front door where Kirsten and Sandy stood whilst their luggage was being manhandled into the trunk. After a few last minute instructions from them as to do's and don'ts Ryan waved them off.

"Enjoy your one on one time Ryan…and don't go blind." Seth called out of the window as a parting shot.

Ryan was tempted to flip him the bird but decided against it. He was just pleased to see the back of them all…for the whole weekend. He checked his watch – ten am and only eight more hours before Taylor was free and would be heading over. He'd sent a list of instructions last night and she had no problems with any of them. The thought of Taylor spending the night was just the thing he needed to get him through the hours. He would take a nap, watch some porn…hey Seth what do ya know…then shower and wait. The waiting was part of it and he had no problem filling the time, his vivid imagination would make the time fly.

Taylor looked at herself one last time in the mirror. Satisfied she turned and picked up her overnight bag. God she had waited for this for the past week ever since she'd cuffed him and Ryan had shown an interest in turning the tables on her. In the intervening days between, their mails had gotten increasingly kinky and Ryan had caught onto the fact that she liked to be taken to hand so to speak. And damn Ryan was not known for being good with the spoken word but the written…the written word he definitely excelled at. The excitement was welling up in her stomach just thinking about some of the things he'd hinted at, the excitement had been building all day but now it had reached ridiculous proportions. How she managed to sit through lunch with her mother and Aunts without exploding she didn't know. He mother was for once happy with her; she had after all managed to bag the Cohen's ward. Taylor laughed to herself; it was funny that Ryan had gone from being just a delinquent to a 'ward' in a quick and easy step now that she was bragging to someone about his connections. Her mother was just ecstatic that Ryan had offered her an opportunity to get up close and personal with Kirsten Cohen and all she represented.

Taylor called out a goodbye as she left the house, a whole weekend with Ryan, a whole weekend with Ryan all to herself. She got in her car and checked her hair again. She giggled at his e-mailed instructions, he had been very specific…very, very specific. He had even gone so far as to say that if she did not comply to the letter she would be 'punished'…the thought made her squirm so she had deliberately chosen not to follow one of his instructions because the thought of Ryan getting all stern with her was just too good to miss. So her hair was pulled back tight in a chignon as requested, she was wearing high black pumps- well they were in her bag ready to be changed onto because they were impossible to drive in- she was sporting a tight, black pencil skirt, white blouse, stockings and black lacy underwear. The last part was worn only to incur Ryan's displeasure, he'd specified no underwear…damn she was getting wet just thinking about it. She wondered if Ryan would be just be playacting around or would he carry off the domination part to the full, she hoped it would be the latter. All her life she'd been looking for a man with balls…she knew it had something to do with the fact that her father was a weak and ineffectual man who couldn't be bothered to fight his way out of a paper bag. Ryan on the other hand had had to claw is way out of the shit to get where he was today and he still managed to be a thoughtful, strong and loyal person, unlike her father who she last saw four months ago for one whole hour and he had bitched about that meeting being inconvenient. Taylor silently gave her father the finger in her head and started the engine. In less than twenty minutes she'd be at the Cohen's. She couldn't wait.

Ryan checked his watch and smiled. Let the games begin.

Taylor smoothed her hair back as she waited for Ryan to answer the door. As she glanced down she saw a white envelope on the front door step addressed to her. She bent down and picked it up, excitedly she tore her finger under the flap and read Ryan's neat script.

'Come around the back of the house and into the pool house. Sit on the chair I've placed there. Do not move the chair. Do not move from the chair. Do not turn around when on the chair. Wait for me. "

Taylor folded the note and made her way to the back of the house. Ryan had certainly started this off on the right foot. She opened the door to the pool house and saw the plain wooden dining room chair sat in front of the door. She put her bag down in the corner and sat down. From where she sat she couldn't help but only stare at Ryan's bed. The thought of him taking her later amongst the throws and scatter cushions made her impatient. Fifteen minutes passed by her watch and she could feel the anticipation grow. Oh he was clever, he knew what this would be doing to her naturally impatient self. Her back was facing the door so she couldn't even check to see if Ryan was watching her but she had a feeling maybe he was. Ten more minutes and she started imagining him stood behind her with his dick in his hand, she wanted to turn around but rules were rules. Ten more minutes and she was going insane and her ass was getting numb. Maybe Ryan wasn't even in…maybe his plan was to make her wait here for hours. She started to get embarrassed. Maybe Ryan was playing her and not in the way she wanted. She bit her lip and decided to look. She swivelled around and saw him lying casually on one of the chairs that surrounded the pool, his arms behind his head looking damn good in black jeans and a tee that hugged his chest and arms. How the hell had he managed to get there without making a noise?

"I told you not to move." He spoke and slowly got up and walked toward her. "I gave you an order… I told you specifically not to move but you disobeyed me Taylor. What is the point of me telling you to fucking do things if you are not going to do it properly."

Taylor squirmed on the chair. To anyone else he would have seemed angry, threatening even but she knew him well enough now to read the amused sparkle she saw in his eyes. He'd known that she wouldn't have been able to sit there for long without breaking.

"Sorry."

"What?" Ryan barked.

"I'm sorry." She repeated.

"Sorry isn't good enough Taylor. You do know that I'm going to have to punish you don't you." He growled.

Taylor almost came on the spot. She nodded.

"Strip."

She got up and stood in front of Ryan. She reached behind herself and pulled down the zip on her skirt. It fell to the floor in a puddle of material. One by one she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She watched as Ryan raised an eyebrow at her as he took in her underwear, she saw him bite his lip as his eyes roamed her body. He hooked a finger under one of the straps of her bra and pulled it down over her shoulder.

"I thought I told you no underwear."

"I felt too shy not to wear any." She breathed; shy yeah right she just wanted him to make a move. Ryan walked in a circle around her not taking his eyes off her body. Taylor shivered.

'Take it off…leave on the shoes and stockings though."

She nodded her head again and pulled her bra off, then shimmied out of her panties.

"Walk around for me…I want to watch."

Inside she was screaming, Ryan was good at this, he didn't need any prompting at all and she was in heaven. She did three full circles of the room before she took a peek at Ryan's groin and saw that he was clearly getting as turned on as she was. She raised her eyes and saw Ryan stifle a smile; she had to stop herself from smiling too. If someone had told her that she'd be walking around buck naked for Ryan Atwood a few weeks ago she would have called in the men with white coats and had them carted off for their lunacy.

Taylor strutted around the room with her shoulders back and her head held high giving Ryan a show. He had seated himself down on one of the chairs, one of his legs crossed over his knee and his hands tented under his chin, his index fingers resting on his lips as if he was pondering something. He looked hot; Ryan should wear black more often she thought.

"Crawl over to me." His words shook her out of her reverie. "On your hands and knees."

She stared at him for a second before she lowered herself to the floor. There weren't many men she'd crawl for but for Ryan she'd crawl over broken glass if it meant she'd get touch him again. She stopped in front of his chair and he pulled her up into his lap. He started to kiss her, an open mouthed dirty kiss that had her panting for more. He broke away and turned his head when she went to kiss him again.

"You disobeyed my instructions deliberately didn't you? Do you understand what that means?"

Taylor nodded her head again. He spoke in a slow and quiet way that mesmerised her; it took her a while to realize that he was running the pad of his thumb over her hard nipple. He lent in and whispered in her ear.

"It means that you have been bad but you like being bad don't you Taylor, you like walking around school like butter wouldn't melt but underneath that innocent guise you're quite a slut aren't you." He pinched her nipple and she cried out, not in pain but because Ryan was answering all her prayers.

"Bend over my lap." Taylor move so damn quick. God, she was beginning to suspect that this was not the first time he'd done something like this. He was too practiced, too in control. He was also as hard as a rock against her stomach and she pressed herself down against him.

"Do you think about me when you are at school?"

She nodded. And he brought his hand down on her ass. She gasped.

"Do you think about sucking me off when you should be concentrating on your classes?"

She nodded again and felt the stinging slap on her ass.

"Do you think about fucking me when you're meeting with Dr Kim?"

She nodded again and whimpered as his hand connected again.

"Do you think bad thoughts about me then have to go to the girls bathroom and touch yourself?"

She nodded again and held her breath waiting for the slap. She wriggled in his lap in anticipation but the sting didn't come. She was just about to plead when she felt his hand caress her ass soothing the smarting flesh.

"Tell me about it."

Taylor pushed her ass into his hand and felt his fingers ghost between her legs.

"I lock the door of a cubicle and sit down on the closed lid…I slip my hand down inside my panties and think about fucking you in the library again." She paused when she heard a sharp intake of breath from Ryan. "I get so wet just thinking about you, thinking about how hard you get and I want you inside me."

Ryan shifted in the seat; his fingers crept down between her legs. He started to stroke her using a light and feathery touch that made her open her legs wider.

"Go on." His voice sounded gravely, he was totally getting off on all this.

"I can hear other girls come in but I don't care…I just want to get myself off. I slip my fingers inside myself all the time thinking of you. I fuck myself remembering how it felt to have you pounding and pounding away at me." Taylor moaned as his finger found just the right spot on her clitoris, sending a pulsing shockwave to her brain.

Ryan gave a groan of his own and urgently asked her to go on again, his fingers moving swiftly now he'd found the right rhythm.

"I close my legs tightly around my hand Ryan and I'm fucking myself fast, I wish you were there with me in the cubical bending me over ….the thought makes me come and come. I pulsate around my fingers, my juices running down my hand." Taylor was having problems even thinking as his fingers were finishing what her own fingers had started many times in that bathroom stall…she was so close to a real orgasm that her words were coming out staccato. She wriggled against him and she idly wondered if Ryan was going to loose control right with her and come in his pants as his hips were sporadically twitching and his breathing sounded throaty but she didn't care a second later when her body finally gave up and just surrendered to the feelings that Ryan's fingers were making her have. She was in the deep throws of ecstasy when she felt a hard stinging slap as Ryan brought down his hand hard on her backside again, she cried out in shock and intensified pleasure, he did it again and again as she rode out her orgasm, the sound of loud the load slaps reverberating around the relatively small space of the pool house. He seemed to know when she was spent as he stopped and went back to caressing her stinging ass cheeks as she fought back the tears that threatened to run down her face, tears of gratitude and happiness. Ryan certainly knew how to play the game and she was one happy girl. He made one hell of a playmate. She started to get up thinking that Ryan's legs by now must be feeling the fatigue of her weight pressing down on them.

"Did I tell you that you could move Taylor?" Ryan questioned. Taylor's befuddled brain took a while to catch up. She had thought that the game was over…that Ryan had done his duty to her little kink as promised and that was that.

"You really like disobeying the rules don't you Taylor."

She smiled down at the floor as her brain finally caught up. This was far from over. Ryan was not finished yet and this was going to go way beyond her little predilection for spanking. She also noted that Ryan was still ramrod hard under her, damn he had some control. Most of the trust fund babies she'd attempted to play with in the past had creamed their pants at the first sign of anything remotely deviant. She settled back down over his knees, Ryan ran his hands over her like he was gauging horseflesh and she felt her skin goose bump at his touch. She wondered what he had in mind for an encore.

"Now you may get up." He eventually said.

Taylor stood up unsteadily; the heels she was wearing had fallen off sometime during the past twenty minutes she'd been spread eagled over Ryan.

"Put the shoes back on." Ryan stood, rearranging himself as he did so. Taylor picked up her pumps and slipped each one on. They made her taller than Ryan but he didn't seem to mind. She felt for once in her life sexy stood there in her 'fuck me' heels and hold up stockings. Ryan reached down beside the chair and Taylor's heart skipped a beat when she saw the handcuffs that Ryan had taken with him a week ago.

"Put your hands in front of you." She did and he snapped the cuffs on. He lent down again and picked up a long black scarf and this time he broke past the façade of dominance and afforded her a grin. Taylor grinned back as he placed the material over her eyes and tied it tightly at the back of her head. As he moved around her she could smell his scent, a heady blend of fresh sweat, soap and arousal. Taylor wondered of anyone had thought to bottle such a thing…she'd certainly pay good money to be able to smell the unique perfume in the privacy of her own home. Ryan made sure that she couldn't see by pulling down the material at the front, shutting out the tiny glint of light that had been there and led her across the room. She was totally at his mercy now but she wasn't worried, Ryan would not let her stumble and fall she was sure. They had walked about ten or so paces when he stopped her and turned her around.

"Raise your arms." She did.

She felt Ryan's hands on her waist as he lifted her slightly.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." Again she did what he said.

Ryan held her against him and she felt one of his hands leave her waist and grab her wrist, he fumbled for a second, he then let go… Taylor found herself teetering on her toes; her arms stretched high above her. She felt a moment of panic. Fuck….Ryan had hung her up like a side of beef, she wasn't sure about this. She twisted around and her foot slipped out from under her. She gasped and cried out. She waited for the feel of her arms being wrenched out of their sockets as she fell she felt Ryan's strong arms holding her upright.

"It's okay Taylor, relax. Your feet can touch the ground I promise."

Taylor felt Ryan lower her again but this time she kept calm. She could touch the floor. If she'd have been bare foot then only the balls of her feet would have reached but in her heels she was stretched but not too uncomfortably so. It all became clear now all of Ryan's repeated requests that she wear the highest heel she owned.

"Do you want me to take you down?" Ryan asked his voice concerned.

Now she felt stupid, of course Ryan would have thought of everything, she could imagine that he had probably spent ages working out her height and arm length etc to make sure that this would work.

"No, I'm fine now. Moment of panic." Taylor hoped that she hadn't freaked Ryan too much that he wanted to back out because now that she knew she was safe she wanted to know what Ryan had planned for her…them. The whole scene was beginning to turn her on again knowing that she was in his power totally now. She could hear him pause.

"Seriously I'm okay now…don't you dare back out on me now Mr Atwood." She reassured.

She felt his breath against her ear.

"If you're sure but if you want me to stop at any point then the safe word is 'game over' okay."

"Okay." Taylor smiled at him, at least she thought she smiled at him but with the blindfold on she wasn't sure where he was now. She could hear him moving around the room, the odd rustle and footfall. She heard a lighter flick and the frizzling hiss of tobacco igniting. The fragrant blue smell of hash smoke drifted up her nostrils. She heard Ryan take several deep tokes.

"Open your mouth." His voice sounded strangled and she had a pretty good idea that he was holding a lungful. She parted her lips and felt his mouth against hers; she sucked in the second hand smoke that he breathed out. It was the first time she had taken a kick back form someone and it was as much of a turn on as she'd thought it would be. They shared the whole joint this way and Taylor began to feel herself float, shit, Ryan had some seriously mellow stuff. She waited patently as Ryan moved away from her again. Her arms began to ache but she kept quiet, this was Ryan's show now and she wanted to let him play it out. She felt him next to her again and she jumped when his tongue probed into her ear, he gently nibbled on her lobe and licked a line down her clavicle. She let her brain take over as he lavished her body with soft catlike licks and long sensual strokes. She didn't think there was a patch of skin that he missed, even her ass crack and armpits benefited and now she was so damn wet down below she was sure it was dripping out of her.

"Ryan please…" She pleaded. She wanted to feel him inside her now, her body was crying out for it.

"Please what?" Ryan growled and nipped at the soft flesh of her thigh.

"Make love to me." Damn…now that just sounded cheesy. Ryan laughed softly. "Damn it Ryan… just fuck me already." That sounded better from a blindfolded girl who was strung up on a hook.

"Not yet." Ryan replied. Taylor was beginning to think he was a robot or at least not human. He must have a severe case of blue balls by now 'cause by her reckoning he'd been hard for well over an hour now with no real relief…unless he had been jerking himself off unbeknownst to her whilst she'd been blindfolded…no she would have heard the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping if he'd had.

"Please…"

Ryan gave a snorted laugh.

"Okay, I'll fuck you."

Taylor did a little victory dance in her head. It was cut short when she heard an angry buzzing sound fill the air, it sounded familiar…it sounded like her best friend but that couldn't be right because he was safely tucked away on her sock drawer at home. The cold slightly clammy feel of rubber touched her clit and vibrated, she groaned. She wound one of her legs against Ryan's hip and he held her steady, she was surprised to feel that he was still dressed…she had been fantasizing that he'd been walking around her buck naked not that it really mattered because the image of Ryan handcuffed to her bed was burned into her brain anyway.

Ryan pushed the vibrator gently inside her, letting her get used to the feel of being stretched and she could feel that this was not 'Mr Happy'…this one was larger, rougher in feel but by god, in Ryan's hands it was every bit as good as when she ducked under the covers in the middle of the night and played with herself. He moved it like a pro and Taylor again had the impression that this was not the first time he had done this either, he was certainly hitting the right spot and he seemed to know it just wasn't the case of just shoving it in and out. Taylor couldn't help herself and started to chant expletives, moaning and bucking her hips in time with Ryan's thrusts, Ryan's free hand under her butt making sure she didn't overbalance. She could feel the deep-seated pulse start inside her and she gave a low, throaty moan. Ryan moved the vibrator quicker and quicker bringing her closer to the edge until she was only aware of her own pleasure and was moaning freely…so when Ryan shifted away from her rapidly she was momentarily confused.

"Oh fuck." He groaned, followed by the urgent sound of a zipper being pulled down. It made things clear to her. Ryan had obviously reached the end of his own private endurance test.

Her foot hit the floor and she clamped her legs shut to keep the toy inside her, she grabbed hold of the hook in the ceiling to relieve the ache in her arms and waited for Ryan who by the sounds of it was undressing at the speed of light. She felt Ryan's hands on her, he reached between her legs and pulled the frantically vibrating phallic away from her, she heard a crash as he clearly threw the thing across the room. He picked her up and held her ass against himself, she wrapped her legs around him relieved at the loss of pressure she felt on her numb arms as she unhooked herself. She lowered her arms over his head and around Ryan's neck. The feel of the blood rushing back into her limbs was almost erotic but not as much as a turn on as the feel of Ryan's pulsating erection pressing against her soft belly. She felt them move across the room and then felt the sun warmed glass slap hard against her back, Ryan shifted her down in his arms and she could feel his cock between her legs, she still couldn't see but she knew that Ryan was positioning himself just right so he could fuck her where they stood which in her reckoning was right up against one of the glass walls. She hoped that it was toughened because Ryan when he got going had a hell of a thrust on him. As he pushed himself into her, thoughts of death by lacerations vanished from her mind. Taylor could feel that he was close, that the pent up excitement that she'd felt in him from the start of this adventure was demanding to be heard. He was panting hard into her neck as he pistoned his ass and the thought that it was her, Taylor Townsend that had made him this horny turned her on so much. His excitement sparked her previously close orgasm into life again and her internal muscles gripped him tight as they started to spasm. She called his name and was flattered when he growled hers back. He gave a muted cry and tensed, Taylor could feel him ejaculate inside her in long heavy bursts, she stilled the movement of her hips for him letting him feel it all about himself and on his last jerking thrust she felt herself drift to the place where nothing matters except the feeling in her cunt at that moment.

Ryan somehow managed to carry her over to the bed and placed her down. She felt him fumble with the cuffs and her hands were free, then he flopped back onto the bed. Taylor removed the scarf form her eyes. The light made her squint and she pressed her fingers against her eye sockets. When she could see more than just white spots in front of her eyes she looked down at Ryan, He still had the small key in his hand and he was lying on his back staring at the ceiling with a big smile on his face. Taylor spooned herself around his side.

"Jesus Taylor…we… have… got… to do this more often." He said in an exhausted monotone.

"Amen to that." Taylor giggled. She settled down into the bed and stroked Ryan's chest contentedly. She thought Ryan had fallen asleep but he suddenly sat up and looked at her.

"Um Taylor…and this isn't my dick talking I promise." Taylor watched as he bit his lip. "Would you like…um…what do you say if we made this official? You know actually go out as a couple."

Taylor shot upright, opened, and shut her mouth.

"Really…like boyfriend and girlfriend official."

"Yeah, I guess."

Taylor barely let him answer before she squealed, launched herself at his face, and kissed him. Each kiss punctuated a 'yes'.

They settled back down on the bed.

"Do you want to tell Seth or shall I?" Taylor laughed.

"Oh god, can we tell everyone apart from him?" Ryan grimaced and shut his eyes, capturing her hand in his.

Taylor giggled again. Ryan had asked her out, she would be Ryan's girlfriend. She couldn't wait to see the faces of the girls at school when they found out. She could now officially be smug around her mother. She wondered if the boys at Harbour would make Ryan's life hell over it but she suspected that Ryan wouldn't give a shit what they thought. She glanced over at Ryan but he was breathing deeply signalling that he had fallen asleep. Taylor sighed, smiled to herself and closed her eyes. She fell asleep to the faint hum of the vibrator as it buzzed away from behind the kitchenette counter. She had bagged Ryan Atwood.

Epilogue.

The two teens sat beside each other staring out the window.

The trip had fallen apart…well for them at least. Marissa had dropped out first, and then Kaitlin had refused to go if Marissa didn't have to. There was no way that Seth and Summer wanted to play gooseberry to the oldies so they had bailed too. They had made their way back to Summer's house now that it was empty and spent most of the day in bed. Seth was feeling rather proud of himself, twice in bed and once under the shower. He was a stud.

Seth felt the guilt start to creep in by early evening. Ryan was all alone at home; Ryan was probably brooding about something because that is what he did when he was left to his own devices. Summer had agreed that Ryan being on his own was never a good thing even though he had been suspiciously happy recently so Seth had driven home.

Summer wanted to drop off her bag in his bedroom first before going to find Ryan seeing as now they were going to spend the weekend in Seth's room as apposed to hers.

They now both wished that they had been selfish and stayed at Casa Roberts.

It was Summer first who had glanced out of the window and squeaked. Seth had joined her to see what had gotten her panties in a bunch. Once they had looked it was like they couldn't tear their eyes away from the hardcore porn that was going on in the pool house.

Seth and Summer were numb.

Seeing Ryan spank an almost naked Taylor Townsend was just…

Seeing Ryan handcuff Taylor Townsend to his ceiling was just…just…

Seeing Ryan frig Taylor Townsend with a dildo was just…

Seeing Ryan fuck Taylor Townsend against the pool house window was just…just…

Just fucking hot!

Damn, Ryan was a player and shit, Taylor was a slut…they had more kinks going than an Afro.

Ryan and Taylor!

For once in their life both Seth and Summer were speechless.

They did not see that one coming.

They also figured that it was time to get a manual to shift things up a gear.

The definitely both needed a cold shower.

FIN

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