0 comments/ 21847 views/ 5 favorites A Long Way From Home By: blueeyedsub "I'm Sarah, or Honeysuckle, as you know from my profile. Since we're just getting to know each other, I would like to tell you more, but you have to ask for it. What else do you want to know?" She asked with a little bit of an alluring tease in her voice. He had given her the number to call, and she did after she thought about it for a long few minutes. "Where were you born?" The masculine voice that stirred something in her memories and something a little further south asked quietly. I was born in southern Indiana, and if you get me talking or sometimes if I'm tired enough or had a couple glasses of wine, I slip back into my southern accent... I also spent a lot of time in Kentucky, where I picked up many of my bad language habits. I tend to give more information that many ask for, and I have been described as a "chatty Kathy..." She trialed off as she realized she was doing it again. He chuckled, a low and delicious sound in her ear. "Where are you now?" He asked just as quietly. "Well... I decided to lie down on my bed. My computer chair isn't really comfortable for phone calls, and..." damn it, she had to stop this. Silence on the other end. "Hello? I didn't lose you did I?" She asked anxiously. "No." He sounded like he was inhaling deeply. She waited, and heard the deep exhale, the sigh of a smoker. He had just taken a drag. "Well," she said uncomfortably "what else do you want to know?" And she waited. After the long pause, he finally asked "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" "I don't smoke, but I guess not. They're your lungs... and it's your health and you're money..." She was doing it again. She hated silence, really, so she tended to fill it with useless chatter. It was a very bad habit, and she had had it since her early childhood, after her family's long bouts of reflective silence for spiritual purposes. "Yes, they are, but if you would meet me, you would probably be around it. You're not one of those people who would refuse to meet in a bar, are you?" She thought about it for a moment. The first time she was really silent. Was he asking her to meet him, or did he just want to know whether she would be around cigarette smoke? "No, I mean, I go to bars fairly often, but I just choose not to smoke." "Do you pick many men up in those bars?" He asked quietly. "Never!" Well, I overdid that one... "What do you mean? You seemed to answer that very quickly. Doth thou protest too much? You're not a slut, are you?" "I'm not a slut, I promise." She said quickly "I have never picked up a man in a bar. I always go out with my friends, and even if they have picked men up, they call me Sarah the Prude, or Miss Prissy. It's not that I have a hard time with men, I generally attract men, but I guess that I can tend to drive them away with my chattiness..." She heard that low chuckle again. As she was lying on her back diagonally across the bed, she began to knead her breasts and nipples. She silently wondered what her friend on the other end would say about her need to touch herself. She never picked up the men in the bars because she never knew if they would treat her the way she wanted to be treated. She never wanted to be treated poorly, be she did want it a little rough sometimes, demanding was fine. The thing is that she secretly thought that she might actually be a slut. She did everything in her power not to be; including dressing the part her friends accused her of, a prude. She even worked part-time in the library... He inhaled deeply again, bringing her back to her senses. She listened intently for him to say something... "I bet there are ways to keep you mouth occupied, slow the chattiness... Are you this chatty in bed?" "Well, I guess you could say that I am in bed now... what do you think?" "I think that I could come up with a few ways to keep your mouth occupied." "Oh, yeah? How might that be?" Now she was chastising herself for wanting to know, as well as playing along. "Well, you could be given something to..." She waited with her breath held "keep your mind off of words. Or there's always something to actually keep your mouth occupied. You wouldn't try to talk with your mouth full, would you Sarah? But there's my favorite of keeping your mouth and your mind occupied." So far, he was the man of her dreams, but she was speechless, how did she deal with this kind of teasing? She only knew about sex through romance novels and internet sites... Yes women look at porn sites too. She didn't know what to say to him, though. He chuckled. "Do you know that you're breathing faster now that you did earlier when you were chatting?" She hadn't realized that she was. She however did realize that she was quiet. "Um..." She couldn't think of what to say. "Are you willing to answer any of my questions honestly? No lying or leading me on?" "Well, I don't think that I will be giving you my social security number, but I will answer most of the questions you ask..." "Promise?" He asked with a teasing tone. "Um-hum" After a long pause and another drag he asked "what does your bedroom look like?" Ok, he was taking a step back from the sexual innuendo. She could handle that. It would give her time to calm down a bit. "Well, it's the typical graduate student bedroom. The furniture is mismatched, the bed old and squeaky, and the drawers halfway broken. The four-poster bed is the same second-hand bed that my parents bought for me when I turned 16. I've had it for 10 years. By all accounts, it's a sturdy antique." "What color have you painted the walls?" "I painted them to match one of the colors in the bedspread, they're an aqua color." "What's your favorite color?" "I'd have to say blue, like my eyes." "Oh, yes, those lovely captivating eyes from your photograph on-line." It wasn't a question, so she didn't have a response. She waited. "How many men have slept with in your bed, that sturdy, squeaky antique?" "Um..." She didn't want to embarrass herself. "You promised to answer my questions truthfully." He said it very simply, not accusing or taunting. "I have never had a man in my bed. Not even in high school. Not even one of my brothers" "I don't know if I believe you." "I don't lie, I promise. I've never even had sex......" There it was. The embarrassing tale that she never told. Why would she want this man that she had barely known and only known him as the White_Knight_07 to know her deepest saddest secret? The only reaction he had was to tell her "Sweet dreams." And he hung up. She stared at the phone for the longest time. Why had she told this man that she was a virgin? Why reinforce the stereotype that the library assistant graduate student was not only a sexual prude but a virgin. She felt a tear trail down her cheek. This was stupid. She was the last 26 year old virgin out there. All of her friends from high school were at least married, even if they didn't have kids, yet. Some of them actually had kids that were going on 5. She went to the fridge and pulled out a low-priced wine. It was hard to afford the good things of life on a graduate assistant's budget. Most of her monthly stipend simply went to the rent, let alone anything to improve her life. She refused to have a roommate at 26. She grew up with a roommate (she was one of 7 kids, the middle child no less). She poured herself a generous glass of wine. After three glasses, she was quite woozy, but very interested in her e-mail messages. She had none when she opened her account. Sighing and ready to logout, she noticed her inbox flashing that she had a new message. Thinking that it was probably a junk mail, she was ready to send it to the junk folder to be deleted by the free service at some later date. She glanced at the subject: None. She glanced at the name: Aaron Jones... She didn't recognize it either. Having a nice wine buzz, she didn't worry about phishing or even viruses. She opened the e-mail. Sarah, I have been watching you for a very long time. I also enjoyed our conversation this evening. We will have to find a way to keep your mouth and mind occupied at some point, but I enjoy the chatter when it's appropriate. The name is for real, and I am White_knight_07 from the datinggame.com. I have seen you on campus, and I have seen you in the bars. I know that you don't take men home. If you are willing to meet with me, please let me know by following my directions. I am not stalking you, but I will be watching. Tomorrow, when you go to work, wear a skirt (black). Wear stockings under the skirt to meet the dress code, but do not wear panties or pantyhose. Wear black shoes, high-heeled if you have them (I've never seen them before). Wear a thin bra, no padding. I want to see how much of you is actually natural. Wear a white blouse. Now, I know that this will go with your prudish attire, but I wonder what your nature is. I know it is rare, but I would like for you to spend some time on your makeup and hair style in the morning. I know what you look like when you do, and I want the rest of the library to see it. Is it true what they say about librarians? If you do as I say, I will come to the circulation desk and check out an item. You will recognize my name by my ID, and we will meet face-to-face in a very public location. If you like what you see, like I do, maybe we can take a date. Also, if you do as I ask, you will be treated as any woman like you should be: With a strong, gentle hand. There is nothing wrong with virginity, and sometimes it's nice to know you were there first. As I said, let me know by following my directions. Aaron At first, she thought she was imagining the e-mail, but that wasn't possible. She was wide awake. She realized that she didn't have stockings in the nude color, but only black. She never wore them, and she thought they were a gag gift. They were in a box about a week ago on her porch. There was a white rose attached to it. At the time she was exchanging instant messages with the W_K_07, but she hadn't even agreed to speak with him on the phone. What should she do? Oh my, was she curious. She had the option. She didn't have to dress that way. She could just wear her normal brown suit, or the gray one... She didn't have to wear the skirt and all the other trappings she had been directed too. She wondered if she had ever met this man before. Something about his voice thrilled her, but yet sounded familiar. There was no picture on line, and it sounded like she would only have her curiosity met if she went through with his directions. What thrilled her the most, he didn't seem to have a problem with her virginity. Most guys wanted some sort of experience. She lay back on her bed, this time under the covers. As she continued to think about the meeting, and wondering what he looked like, she fell asleep and dreamed. ******* After a hard night's sleep, she woke at 8:30 in the morning. She had never been a morning person, so she voluntarily took evening classes and worked alternative evenings. She didn't have to be to the library until 11:00. Though she loved to save water and resources of the earth, she decided on a long bubble bath to clear her head. The apartment that she was renting was once a four or five bedroom home. Since then, it had been converted into three apartments; she still had the original bath. A claw-footed tub. She loved it. After adding a liberal amount of honeysuckle scented bubble bath, she relaxed into the tub. Could she have met Aaron before? What could she have done to entice him to follow her? What did she have that he wanted? Should she go along with what he wanted? She wanted to, but she felt as if she were a chicken when it comes to men. She decided she would go along. After all, it seemed from the e-mail that she could break it off if she didn't want to continue. Strong but gentle, huh? What did that actually mean? At 9:30, she finished rinsing her hair and began to dry off. She looked at her shaved pussy in the mirror. She never really liked the feel of hair down there, and always kept it soft and smooth. She had never had anyone look at it, not even the doctor. She wasn't on birth control, her bible-thumping parents had told her that it was against God to prevent or stop a pregnancy... they also told her it was against the law of God to think the way she thought (what they didn't know couldn't hurt them). She had supremely disappointed her family when she went to college rather than taking a job and getting scholarships for college. They thought that she should marry a good boy that went to their church, not to mention that boy was about 8 years older than she was and still living with his parents. She never really talked to him, and he always stayed to himself. She didn't see that the same way. Now that she was in graduate school several hundred miles away, wore pants on occasion, and had trimmed her hair to a healthy length, her parents didn't want to have anything to do with her. That she had the occasional drink at the local bars was a nail in the coffin to them. Enough of dwelling on her past-life... She went to the computer to check her e-mail, just to make sure the library hadn't needed her earlier. There was another e-mail from Aaron Jones. Her White_knight? It seemed it was. Sarah, Has your curiosity been enough for you to come as I requested? Are you still trying to decide? Have you bathed yet in that Honeysuckle scent you love so much? I love it too. I think of how sweet you could be after you bathe how sweet you would taste to me. Has the curiosity gotten the best of you, yet? Did you dream of me last night? Are you wondering where I have seen you, where I see you, and why I picked you? If so, you will need to see me, to see me, you will have to follow my directions. That is the only way we will meet. If you are willing to continue with this flirtation... I will see you later. WK Hmmm... She would see. She used her lightly scented lotion (honeysuckle) everywhere except her face. Her creamy complexion on her face wouldn't handle a normal body lotion and took expensive cosmetics clear the acne that she had until the age of 21. She always was a little self conscious of that. Those cosmetics took the rest of her monthly stipend, leaving her to use some student loans to live on. Not that she lived well, but she lived comfortably. Her telephone and internet were extra comforts in life which were somewhat necessary. At 9:50, she was digging in the back of the closet for the sinful shoes that she bought on clearance two years ago and had only warn a few times. They were black, high-heeled, and gorgeous. She thought that they may be too dressy for work. She grabbed the softest looking black skirt she had in the closet. It was almost ankle length, but soft and flowing. The white blouse was very plain but tailored to her figure. The bra was the bra she always wore for the 38C's that her parents had also hated. She hoped that her co-workers would believe that she date after work when the library closed at 6:00... or an appointment? At 10:05 she was removing the curlers from her hair. She flipped her head upside down gave it a bit of a toss. She'd always had thick hair that held curls well. This gave her head a very large look... she took the brunette curls in her hand and tamed them in to an up-do. She didn't have much make-up because of her sensitive skin, but used eyeliner, shadow and mascara. She had some lip gloss and made due with that. She dressed and let herself out of her apartment. She cursed again when she realized that her landlord had not yet fixed the lock on her apartment. She could lock her door, but if you moved the locked handle just right, the door came open anyways. When she was home, she would use the chain lock too, but she wasn't home... she couldn't add the extra lock to the door, she would call the landlord again today. At 5:45, she still hadn't come across an Aaron Jones. She did her closing rounds, looking through the stacks to make sure there were no stragglers behind. She came across an attractive, 35ish man at a table in the corner. She spoke up "Sir, we'll be closing the library in a few minutes, if you would like to check anything out, I'll be at the circulation desk on the second floor." He nodded and began to collect his things, she completed her rounds, including interrupting a pair of necking teens. Still no Aaron Jones. At 5:55, she grabbed the keys to the door from the drawer, and turned back around to see the gentleman from the table standing there. He had several books, and was staring at her intently. "Oh, Hello. I guess I didn't hear you come to the desk." She said with a smile. She took his card without looking at it, and scanned it into the computer. Jones, Aaron popped up into the patron name space. She just looked up at him. She could smell the faint smell of cigarette smoke. He was smiling, but staring at her intensely. She didn't know what to say. "Cat got your tongue?" That very familiar voice had asked. "I'd like these books and to see you out by your car." She just nodded. She was alone with this man. Shelley, the other desk clerk, had gone home with a headache fifteen minutes earlier. She checked his books out to him, and placed them in a bag. She was very scattered as she handed them back to him. He smiled and left the front door. All that she remembered about the card was that it was blue, the faculty color. It could be very bad for her to be involved with someone on the faculty. But what department was he in? She locked the door and did one last sweep of the library. She heard books fall into the book drop and decided to leave them until tomorrow. She collected her purse from the closet that personnel stored their items in. There was a note with a small white rose bud attached. How, and when, did this get here? Her hand was shaking in anticipation when she opened the hand-written note. Sarah, I watched you today. You looked at every man in anticipation of my arrival. You have a sweet voice, and a sweet look about you. I am so pleased that you did what I asked. I would like you to prove to me that you are not wearing panties. Please meet me at your car. WK "Oh my God" she was glad she was alone. She grabbed her belongings and let herself out the employee entrance. As the door locked behind her, she realized that she had nowhere to go but to her car. She started to walk hesitantly to her car. There was a black car; it looked to be a very new Camry sitting to the drivers' side of her rotting Ford. She continued to walk to the car, not staring at the Camry, or at least trying not to. As she opened the door to her car, there was another note... with another small rose bud. She reached down and opened it. Come to the other car. Place your right foot on the edge of the passenger seat; lift your skirt to your hips. Place this message against your flesh. I would like to see your lips, if you feel at all comfortable with that. If not, I will just take the message. If you are no longer comfortable with this arrangement, you may get into your car and leave now. She looked at the note for a very long time. Finally, she glanced up at the other car. She could not see through the dark tinting on the windows, but she knew he was watching her. She was so anxious. Should she continue? She opened the passenger door to the other car and bent to where she was eye-to-eye with Aaron. "You won't hurt me, will you?" She asked very unsure of herself and the situation. "I will not do what you don't let me. What would I gain in hurting you, when I want you? Go ahead and follow the note's directions, or go to your car and go home. I will always give you the choice." He said quietly. He was tall, lean and muscular with dark curly hair and sharp facial features. She couldn't tell the color of his eyes. She placed her shoe on the seat as requested. Slowly she raised the hem of her skirt; suddenly realizing that he was in the perfect position to see whether she was wearing underwear or not, even if she tried to hide it. She took the note with her other hand and rubbed it against her mound. She was wet and the paper came away with her musky scent. A Long Way From Home "You don't know it, but you're beautiful." He paused for a very long moment. "Put your leg down and hand me the note." When she did so, he started the car. He tucked the note into his shirt pocket and looked directly into her face. She was backing away, confused about what he was doing. "Will you go with me?" "Where?" "Does it really matter?" He chuckled. "I seem to have worked up an appetite, and would like to go get something to eat. Are you hungry?" She hadn't realized that it was almost 7, and she was starving. She nodded her head. He drove in silence. "What should I call you?" "You could always call me by my name, Aaron. But then I liked the way "sir" sounded earlier, but you are probably not ready for that, either." "Where are we going? All of the restaurants in town are the other way. I haven't ever been to this area before, and I really am disoriented..." She was doing it again. That nervous chatter to fill the silence. "I have a surprise for you. That is all you should know at this time." She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere. She knew he had to come into the library on occasion, but she couldn't remember helping him. She also knew that she had never seen him in class. She just couldn't figure it out. She watched him, rather than paying attention to where they were going. He was fascinating to her. He never looked in her direction, but he knew she was watching him. "Aaron, why did you pick me? Surely there are many more women out there who would be attracted to you? Surely there are more beautiful women out there that you would be attracted to?" "You are a very beautiful woman, and I have been watching and wanting you for a very long time. I want you and currently no other. All else will come in due time." He pulled over in a wooded area. She was concerned; she was alone in a woods with a man that she knew very little about. But, she reminded herself, she chose to come here. "May I have a favor from you?" "Maybe" she responded hesitantly. "I was unable to see your sex when you were displayed. Your skirt was better at concealing it that I thought it would be. Would you show me again for a longer period of time?" "Um, can I get a little more comfortable first?" "That is reasonable. I am going to go outside for a smoke, why don't you listen to some music, poke through the little compartments, or otherwise amuse yourself?" When he stepped out, his hand brushed the newly scented note in his pocket on their way to the cigarettes. He didn't know what he would do with her. He wanted her more than anything, and he wanted her body. There was a difference. Though he was strong enough to take her by force, he wanted her to choose him. She poked her way though the glove compartment and the console in between the bucket seats. There was a rose, long stemmed and red. Around the rose, honeysuckle was wrapped. She pulled the bunch of flowers out and placed them on her lap. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of wine and a basket. She loved wine as much as she loved flowers. He poured her a glass of wine, handed it to her. Nervously, she drank almost half without thinking. "You might want to slow down. I have an entire evening planned" She looked at her glass "Oh." The little thrill of alcohol was already rushing around her body. He turned toward her with a strawberry in his hand. She went to grab it, but he brushed her hand away. "Please allow me to treat you." He fed her the strawberry, giving her lips a brush with his thumb when he was done. She drank the rest of her wine in her glass, trying to ignore the rush to her sex. She was ready, but she didn't know what she was ready for. She was lying back against the head rest, waiting for the rush of the alcohol to recede. She smelled him. A mixture of cigarette smoke and beautiful smelling cologne. "May I please see you? I have wanted to see you for so long." Slowly, she opened her eyes. He was right next to her. She looked directly into his eyes, blue, she thought. She nodded. He slowly, with one hand, reached for the material of her skirt, slowly began bunching it up at the waist. She was so hot for him, but she was scared. His other hand grazed her breast. At that, she turned her head. "May I kiss you?" He asked. She slowly parted her lips, his hand now holding the back of her neck. She had never kissed before, unless you count the drunken kisses of men who took liberties in bars... But she had never actually kissed before. His mouth slowly moved to hers, capturing her lips, tongue and breathe. His hand firm on her neck, and his other hand brushing her smooth mound. This broke the spell on her mouth, and she looked down to her pussy. She never thought that she would have someone touch her there. "Shaved" He sounded surprised. "I would have thought that you would be as natural there as you are everywhere else... Why are you shaved clean?" "I never really, um, liked the feel or look of all that hair" She practically said to her lap. He didn't say anything, just turned and started the car. She paled. She'd messed up. She didn't know how to right this wrong... He put the car in gear. She never looked at him, she didn't watch out the window, and she didn't take her eyes off her lap until he again stopped and turned off the car. They were outside her apartment. "What about my car? If you're going to drop me off, I have to have my car to get to class and work." He didn't say anything. He got out of the car, and walked around the back to her side. He opened the door and offered her a hand up. She took it, reluctantly. He led her to her front door, but somehow she wasn't surprised. He opened her door, without a key. "How did you know about that?" Silence. "Now, I know I've got to ..." She was speechless as her door opened. Candles and music were both apparent, as well as roses and honeysuckle. He took her hand and led her inside. Slowly, he began to dance with her, holding her very close. On one turn, he closed the door and locked both locks. His hands slowly caressed her breasts and ass as they turned circles in the living room. He brought her to a stop and held her hands against her sides. He brought his mouth to her shoulder and began kissing up to her jaw line. As he kissed her ear, he asked "May I see you again?" She just stared at him. "You didn't like it the first time, so why should I let you do anything down there again?" "I was surprised." He said simply. "I want to see more." "Why?" "Because I have wanted you for a very long time." Slowly, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Her antique bed had been transformed with satin sheets and ribbons on each poster. From almost no where, he produced another glass of wine. "Go ahead and have a glass. I will be right back." He left the room, giving her time to think. He really didn't know what she would do, but he hoped that he would accept her, and let him have her. He went to the restroom and splashed his face with cold water. As he was in the restroom, he looked in her medicine cabinet for the tell-tale sign of birth control. Finding no pills, he thought that she might get something like the shot or something else. He would have to ask if it got that far. He returned to her room. She was sitting on the sheets, having finished her wine, her hand slowly feeling the texture of the sheets and coverlet. She looked unsure of herself, but looking up at him as he reentered the room. He stopped directly in front of her and kneeled at her feet. He took off her shoes, and slowly ran his hands up the silk stockings he had sent her earlier. Her breath caught and he looked into her eyes. She was scared. "You didn't lie to me when you said you were a virgin, did you?" She shook her head. "I've never had anyone in my room, and I have certainly never had a man in my pussy. I haven't even brought myself to go into an adult store... but I do.... Chatter." "I thought that I was trying to keep your mouth and mind occupied." "I'm just so nervous. I don't know how to do anything for you. Oh, my! I've never been on birth control. I can't even use condoms because I'm allergic to latex!" She started to get up and pace. "Sit back down." She stopped and crossed back to the bed. "Please." "We can't." "People do it every day." He chuckled just as he did the other day. Suddenly she realized how turned on she was. She lay back on the bed and covered her face with her hands. "If you want me to leave, I will, just tell me now." She looked into his eye, and shook her head. He went around her bed and revealed a sturdy looking ribbon attached to the post. He took her right wrist and began wrapping it around. After he finished a tight knot, he moved to her ankle. He looked to her and she nodded. Slowly, he began to wrap her other arm and leg with the same sturdy ribbon. Finally, she was spread eagle on her bed. He moved to her right side, and began working the buttons on her blouse. Suddenly, she was uncomfortable, and she began chatting about her blouse and the rest of her outfit. He looked at her and pulled a ball gag out of his pocket. She looked at it, and shook her head no. She wouldn't be able to do anything. "Sarah, it's the last straw. You can't seem to keep quiet long enough to actually enjoy yourself. I am going to put this on you, but it won't hurt." She didn't say no, so he placed it around her head. The ball was placed at her mouth, giving her a chance to accept it. He left it there until she opened her mouth and the ball slid in. "I know that you want me because I can actually smell your arousal from here. May I touch you?" She nodded. "I'm going to remove your skirt now." How, she thought. He left the room and returned with a pair of scissors that she kept in her small kitchen. He was going to cut it. She shook her head "no." He stopped and looked at her "I will not hurt you, and I will not leave it on you. If you are worried about the money it cost you, just trust me: it will be taken care of" Slowly, He cut from the skirt from the hem to the waist. When he was finished, he pulled it out form underneath her hips. He stood there for a moment just looking at the sight of her shaved pussy and black silk stockings. He undid the buttons on her shirt the rest of the way revealing a flat stomach and two generous mounds of breast. The bra was luckily one that closed in the front, he opened the clasp. As he did, he slowly caressed her breasts as he removed the material. He was very pleased. "Sarah, has anyone ever seen you completely naked?" She shook her head no. "I want you to know that you are absolutely beautiful and completely desirable." He kneeled on the bed caressing her hips, stomach, top of her mound, and underside of her breasts. He did this several times before sliding his hand down the mound of her pussy. He palmed her mound with his fingers touching her sensitive lips. One finger slipped in finding her very moist. His finger slipped in further, touching her sensitive clitoris making the muscles all over her body tighten. "Are you sure you're not a Slut?" She shook her head no. He continued to probe her silky wet pussy; suddenly he came to a bit of a barrier. Her hymen was still in tact. After 26 years, she was still a virgin, a great rarity. He looked her in the eyes. She had tears at the rim. He leaned forward his hand still on her pussy and began kissing around her gag. "Do you want this taken out?" She nodded. She liked it, but she didn't want it right now. He had found out what he wanted, hadn't he? After he removed the gag, she licked her lips and tested her jaw. It hadn't been in long, but long enough to make her mouth sore. "I can explain..." He put her hand over her mouth "Don't make me put it back in." She shook her head. He leaned down and gave her a very long deep kiss, she kissed him back. "Now, what's this about no birth control?" "I was always taught that it was against god to prevent a pregnancy. And as you noticed, I have never really needed anything. You can't get pregnant by just fingering yourself..." "Do you do that often?" She nodded. "Do you want me to show you something better?" Again, she nodded. "It will hurt a little bit, not that I want it to." "It's okay." She said shyly. He kissed her mouth one more time, deep and thoroughly, bordering on rough, even. He stood up next to the bed, looking into her face, she watched him undress. His underwear was the last piece of clothing to be removed. He noticed that she was suddenly terrified. "What's wrong?" She shook her head. He asked again. She flushed as she said: "there's no way that you will fit." He didn't reply, but climbed up on the bed and leaned down over her he began kissing her forehead and slowly kissed down her body until he reached her breasts. He spent some time kneading her breasts and nipples before again taking his kisses further south to her mound. She had heard of oral sex, but she never imagined that she would be on the receiving end of the act. She loved it. As his tongue dipped into her hole and flicked across her clit, she became very excited. Her back arched as he continued to pay attention to her clit, she lost her tongue and moaned loudly. As she arched her back, she felt him replace his tongue with a new sensation. She looked down to see his cock positioned at the entrance of her hole. She looked into his face and held eye contact as he slowly slid the thick member into her very wet hole. When he reached her hymen, he applied swift and extra force, breaking the barrier. She gasped. He leaned down to kiss her mouth. After she seemed to adjust, he untied the ribbons from her wrists, and then her ankles. He began to increase the speed and held her up to him. After minutes of passion from both, he held even tighter, positioning himself at the entrance to her cervix before both of their climaxes. When they were finished, he slowly withdrew and held her to him on the silky sheets. "Well, what do you think?" Shyly she looked at him, "I...I really don't know what to think. Does it always feel that good?" He lay there with her slowly stroking her. "No. Not especially for your first time." "Um, this is a little embarrassing to admit, but I think that I need to go to the bathroom." "No. I don't want you to wipe out any of the seed I just put into you. I want to see what happens. What would you do if you got pregnant?" "I don't know. I've never really thought about it, but I've never had to worry about it." She yawned. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to insult you, but..." "Just stay here and I will be back in a minute." She nodded and closed her eyes. When he returned to her room, she was sound asleep. He stood there, watching her. He dressed and returned to the small living room. On the couch was a bag from a local hardware store. He took out the tools needed to repair the lock on her door. Pocketing one key, he placed the other inside an envelope with a note. He went to her room one more time and placed the envelope next to the sleeping beauty. He kissed her gently and left the room as well as the small apartment. He made arrangements for her car to be left in the morning in front of her apartment. He would see her tomorrow. She woke the next morning at the same time she always did. She stretched, loving the sheets... It wasn't a dream! She'd had many erotic dreams before, and this wasn't a dream. She was no longer a virgin... she'd had unprotected sex with a complete stranger... She felt nauseated. How, in this day and age, could she have done that to herself? What if she had some sort of disease? She looked at the pillow next to her. There was no man, no Aaron, sleeping next to her. However, there was another note. Inside the note was a recent doctor's report proving there was no STD present in William Aaron Jones... William Aaron Jones??? Billy Jones? It had been nearly eight years since she'd seen him. Well, last night was a lot sooner. Maybe that's why she felt she knew him. He had taken care of her. He had helped her, treated her. She read the note slowly. Sarah, I hope you are doing well this morning. I took care of the lock on the door and left you a key. Take a long bath today. Treat yourself. It's Saturday, and you don't have to work. If you are dressed at 3, I will take you shopping to replace the skirt I ruined last night. I would like for you to wear another skirt without panties... I like you that way. As you can tell by the report, you can stop worrying about STDs. I have been screened for all of them, and I am not a carrier of any. You may have not noticed, though, that I have a very high sperm count. What would you do if you were pregnant? I will see you at 3. Aaron He arrived promptly at three and let himself in with the key. She was ready, but she was confused. "Aaron. Why didn't you tell me who you were and that we knew each other? Now I feel even guiltier because I am already estranged from my family because I didn't like their bible-thumping ways. And here you are, walking through my front door, the man that they wanted me to entice in to marrying me because you would be able to financially support me and my many children. I have done everything that I could think of to leave their way of life even at the risk of my own. How can I go through with this flirtation-" "Is that what you think this is, a "flirtation?"" "What else can it be? We hardly know each other. We haven't spoken in 8 years. I didn't even recognize you!" "Would you have gone through with last night if you had recognized me? If I had told you that I was someone from your past and in your mind, I represented something that you no longer want to be affiliated with?" She stared at him for a moment: "I don't know" "Do you know when I first started watching you? You were 15. I was interested in you when you were fifteen. Your dad tried to talk me into marrying you then. Eleven years ago. What would you have done if I had said yes? I was interested! I JUST DON'T molest children!" He turned his back with his hand on his face. "I have wanted you and waited for you for a very long time." "Why were you still living with your parents when I was 18? You would have been in you mid twenties, right?" "I was getting a doctorate in science. My parents supported me through school and that was all that I asked of them. They haven't talked to me since my graduation. They thought that I would be the next minister of the church and that I would continue the family tradition or marrying young and producing many children. Well, I didn't marry young, but I am interested in producing many children. I haven't had any yet, but I hope I will in a matter of months." "Why me? What could I possibly have that you wanted? As I said, there are other women out there who could give you children, who would follow you anywhere. Why this elaborate scheme to get to me?" "Because it's what you wanted. I wanted it too. I have always wanted you, to possess you, to keep you as I felt you should be treated." "You read my journal?" "Well, I noticed you on campus one day and I followed you home. I heard you mention to your landlord that the lock didn't always work right. I took advantage of that." She just stared at him. She didn't know what to say. This man wanted her and wanted to make her dreams come true. "What did you have in mind for today?" "How about a little more of last night?" "I'm a little sore, to be honest." "Then, you will just have to come with me." "Where are we going? I didn't really plan on going anywhere tonight. I know what your note said but-" "Do you want the gag again?" She smiled at the memory of last night. "Not in public." A Long Way From Home He walked her to the car, handing her in slowly. She was very sore, her legs and arms really were stiff. As she sat there, she realized her car had arrived. He had taken care of that, too. In the heat of the day, she became drowsy and fell asleep in the front of the car. When she woke, she was much disoriented. They were in the woods again. She recognized it as the place they were last night, only now she saw a very large house made of stone and brick. It had antique windows and beautiful landscaping. It looked like a castle. "Welcome to my house. With you I hope to make it a home." He had a way of making her speechless, but this time she wasn't going to sound like a chattering fool... "It's beautiful. Will you show me around?" He gave her a tour of the house, ending with the master bedroom. She was entranced. There was enough room to have 10 children, not that she could imagine that. There was a small room next to the master bedroom, at first, she thought it was a closet. When she walked into the small room, she realized that it was filled with toys, a bed, chains, handcuffs, and anything that she could imagine in her wildest dreams. She was breathless. As she turned around, he was closing the door. "As you may have guessed, you are not the only one who has fantasies. I like that you want to be dominated. I always wondered. After last night, I know that this is perfect. This room was built years ago, but I wanted it the minute I saw the house. By all accounts it's soundproof. Would you care to try something for me?" She nodded dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. The room both thrilled her and scared her. He asked her to sit in a chair that looked much like a dentist's chair. She did and placed her hands on the end of the armrests. When she did, she must have pressed a release which caused braces to swing around her wrists. Suddenly, she looked up into his eyes. He smiled. "Don't worry. You will always be safe with me." He leaned forward to kiss her, and brought another gag to her mouth. It was round, like a tube. A hole in the middle, and padding where her teeth fit. She opened her mouth and allowed him to put it in. It wouldn't do much for sound, since there was a large hole in the middle, but she remembered him saying the room was soundproof. "Sit up a little. I want to slide your skirt off. I can't keep tearing and cutting you out of your clothing." She did as she was told. "Are you wondering about the gag?" She nodded. "Well, it keeps your mouth occupied to limit the chatter, but it also keeps it open for other purposes." At her blank look, he sighed "You've never even given head, have you?" She shook her head no. "We'll have to take care of that, too." After the skirt was taken down her legs, she looked into his eyes. She trusted him. He took a small whip with many different leather pieces on it. She half expected him to ship her, but he just trailed the delicious feeling soft leather against her bare thighs. "If I release your wrists, will you take your bra and shirt off? Not touch the gag?" She nodded. He released her hands. She sat still. He took her hands and helped her stand up. "Now take it off." Softly demanding. He trailed the leather strips over more of her body. She obeyed without hesitation. As she stood in front of him, black heels and black gag, she stared up into his eyes. "Kneel." She did. The floor, surprisingly, was padded. "Take my pants and underwear off." She reached up and undid his belt as well as the fly of his pants. After she pulled them down, she realized just how large his penis was. "What do you think of my cock? Is it too big for you? Do you want to keep the gag?" She shook her head no. She wanted to try it without the plastic gag. He released the metal clasp on the strap. She took his scrotum into her hands as if she were cupping water. She looked at the large phallus and gulped noticeably. "PUT it in your mouth." She put the head in her mouth, tasting it for the first time. Slowly, she adjusted her mouth so that she could take it back as far as she could. It wasn't nearly the length of the shaft, but she put her right hand around the base, squeezing and stroking. She bobbed and moved several times but he seemed to take forever. She released the cock from his mouth and looked up at him. "I just can't get it." Not knowing that he was purposefully making it last long as possible by concentrating on other things... and he could just do that after years of practice. He gave her a disappointed look, and told her to get back in the chair and to place her hands above her head. He reclined the chair and spread the leg rest apart leaving her slit exposed. He walked over to the wall and picked up an odd shaped toy. "This is a butt plug. It is shaped like this to stretch your ass, as I will be paying more attention to it later." "No, please don't! I've never had anything in my ass!" "Don't you trust me? I think that you will like it. Do you want me to get another gag back out and make all the decisions?" She shook her head no. He lubricated the head of the plug generously and began working it at her ass hole. She began to wiggle, and almost moved her hands from the back of her neck. He caught her. "If you're not willing to restrain yourself, I can for you..." She stilled herself, barely. He pushed the plug in farther. "Unnh" god that hurt. He kept pushing until it seemed like it would go no more. One final push and suddenly her ass hole retracted so that it would neither move in nor out of her violated hole. Finally he stepped closer to her pussy. He began to flick her clit with his thumb. "You're a slut, aren't you?" She shook her head no. "Are you my slut?" She didn't answer. She was so wet and she was ready to beg for that cock and that feeling that she had last night. "ARE YOU?" He pushed his cock in fully inside her. With the plug and the cock, she couldn't imagine the feelings she had. "Will you be my slut?!" "I will be if you want me to be." She choked after her first orgasm. After her third or fourth orgasm he released his cum near her cervix. After their breathing calmed, she came to her senses. She looked into his eyes as he sucked on her nipples. "Are you going to do something with my ass?" "Not today. We have a very long time together... if you weren't lying when you said you'd be my slut." "But, uh, I don't know about being your "slut." I mean, this is great, and I really really enjoy the way you treat me... but I don't think that I can continue this way... "Well, spit it out." She looked at him with sadness. She just couldn't continue to have sex only with a man. She was always taught to save her virginity for the man she was going to marry... now she broke that promise. "I can't just screw you or half time live with you or continue to just have sex. I have to have a relationship, and I have wasted my virginity. I meant to give it to my husband, but now that's ruined. What can I do?" "You can get over it and go on with your life, or you can marry me." "Huh?" "If you marry me, you could be my slut and you wouldn't have to worry about the child you might be carrying. You could also go to school and not have to work. Finish your master's and stay at home. My home. I already have permission from the president of the university to marry a student. Especially since I asked you to marry me once, and you agreed. Do you remember when you were 12? That summer, I was 20. I already knew we would be together. I asked your dad for your hand then, and he asked if I would wait until you were 16. You probably just thought I was flirting. You never knew. Would you like to go to the courthouse this afternoon? "I don't have anything to wear. Every woman is worried about what they will wear when they get married." "Why don't you look in that closet over there, the one that I didn't open... go on." When she opened the closet, there was a beautiful white flowing skirt and jacket. Everything was there, shoes and stockings... just no underwear. One month later, she missed her first period ever. She never paid any attention to when they came or went, but now she was a little curious. When the fatigue set in, she decided the love-making sessions, the classes, and the work; she decided that she would quit her job... The second month without a period, she took a test. It was positive. She left the stick in a place that he could find it. Right on top of his pillow. He was so happy that they made love for two days straight, seven months later, Aaron and Elise were born.