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Concealed

By: Exelia



Prologue

My breathing became heavier with every step I took down the incessant corridor; my legs weakened at the thought to go on, and though I was close to collapsing on my knees, I continued to pursue my motivation onwards. 'There's no way I can go on like this anymore...' By now I had reached the point where succeeding was just about impossible with the pain I was enduring. My right hand shakily reached for the nearest wall to keep me supported, where I came across a sign which I could just about make out with my indistinct vision. 'The girls toilets!' I wiped away the hidden tears before pushing the door open and entering. Inside was nothing but solitude... it was almost too perfect.

I pressed the nearest cubicle door open and quickly imprisoned myself within it. My eyes closed for that second to reflect on what I was about to do; my heartbeat increasing and my legs tightening the pain itself. 'I- I can do this...' My eyes clicked open as I placed myself onto the lid of the toilet.

Trembling, my hand begun to reach for the thin fabric. Slowly it uncovered my thighs, inch by inch, until I was in full view of my exposed vagina. My eyes closed once more as I reached for the warm plastic that protruded from within me. 'This is so nasty...' I quickly pulled the vibrator out with no second thoughts; my nerves instantly detecting the vibrations which made my vaginal muscles contract, vanish. It was over.

I opened my eyes and came face to face with the devils toy that dangled from my hand shamefully. If I had kept it inside of me much longer, I would have fainted in class and he would have won; which is exactly what he wanted. Nothing could compare to seeing a vulnerable girl with a reputation at stake in defeat... oh he knew all too well what he was doing and he knew just how to do it. 'Damn you...' I released the vibrator and watched it fall to the ground, my chest inhaling breathlessly.

The taunting sound of collision rang in my ears...

* * * * *

Chapter One Discipline

My eyes remained fixated on the toy that seemed to be taunting me so much. I watched it go from still to uncontrollable movement, which automatically made my legs flinch and my chest pound nervously. 'That bastard...' It seems as though he's controlling the vibrations from the palm of his hand -- a remote control that he probably carries everywhere he goes -- and with a single touch of a button, it vibrates and I draw back. '...That dirty bastard.' I could imagine him in his classroom, laughing at the thought of me squirming at his punishment while he relaxes in his ebony leather chair with one hand down his pants and the other squeezing the control. The thought of it all made me boil.

I swiftly pulled my plaid school skirt up and then exited the cubicle - the school bell rung at that very moment to dismiss all students from the premises. 'Perfect!' A smile brightened my face as I left the toilets and ventured over to see the devil himself. I was solely doing this to retrieve my underwear, despite how badly I wanted to scream at him and call everything off... Only slow steps lead me to his classroom with the atmosphere of loneliness that bestowed the hallways as more and more people left the premises. Discomfort draped over me as I opened the door quietly, only to discover an empty room with blackened windows and a peculiar vibe coming from his desk. 'Typical. He disappeared.' Since he was out of sight, I decided to browse the room for what was rightfully mine. I began searching under each table, every chair and all the cupboards... but nothing. 'Where could he have put them?' And just like magic, his desk seemed to be glowing at me. It wasn't hopeless that they wouldn't be inside there... it was a matter of him recognizing finger prints all over his precious desk that had me worried. But there it was. Fifty inches of carefully carved mahogany with one particular draw that seemed to be staring me in the face. Maybe he won't notice? I thought while opening the draw. I searched through all the junk inside of it, doomed to find no underwear, but a box of condoms.

'Looking for something?' a familiar voice interrupted.

Hastily, I turned around and looked upon the tall, perverse guy standing in front of me with my underwear. 'Lee!' I cried.

He grinned knowingly. 'A pleasure to see you again too, baby.' Restricting me from leaving, he pressed his body against mine. 'You know it's not polite to go through peoples stuff without permission...'

'I was just—' but the words failed to conjure an excuse. His groin was pressed intolerably against my thighs, which made me scared both inside and out.

'You are a very bad girl, Chrissie.' He chuckled whilst grabbing a hold of my arms and tying them behind my back. 'First you dismiss your punishment by removing the vibrator, and now you're wandering through my stuff.' The tone of his voice darkened. He spun me around so that I was facing the opposite direction from him; my chest against the desk and my back in front of him. 'Bad girls must be punished.'

'I'm sorry Lee, please forgive my disobedience!' I pleaded, knowing that there was no use in squirming for freedom -- he'd win either way. 

Naturally, he ignored my desperation. 

'Please don't do this to me!'

He laughed pitifully. 'Chrissie, baby, we had a deal. You fulfil my sexual desires and I get you all the grades you could ever need. You break these desires and I get to violate you; wherever I want, whenever I want.' He tore off his shirt, undone his pants - throwing them aside along with his boxers - and made his way around the other end of the desk so that he was talking to my face. 'You're beautiful when you're vulnerable!' he taunted.

I looked upon his rock solid cock that he had begun to stroke with my cotton-white panties.

'Ah...' he leaned forth and whispered into my ear. 'I can't wait to break you in, baby.'

I twitched after hearing those words. 'No, please! Don't do this!' I cried. 'Why can't I just give you a blowjob instead?'

'Hmm...' he thought momentarily.

'Please?'

He smirked. 'Alright, if you insist.' My underwear was thrown aside and he stood straight with his creamy, white cock protruding towards my face. 'Consider this the last chance to redeem yourself -- or else.'

I smiled, knowledgeable of the fact that since semester started I had served him a dozen blowjobs and was bound to get this one just right. 

'You better make this the best head you ever gave, understood?'

I swallowed my fear. 'Yes sir.'

'Good. You may begin...'

My glistening green eyes were subjected to his desire. I looked upon the tall stranger that stood before me, waiting for pleasure, had I not realised sooner what I had gotten myself into. There's nothing more I can do now... yet hope to survive in the end. My tongue took a slow, first lick of the head of his voluptuous cock. Once I had savoured the familiar taste, my tongue became desperate for more.

'Oh yeah -- that's it!' he cried in delight.

By now my tongue had engulfed his entire cock and slurped, and sucked, and teased every inch of his hardness until pre-cum had started to seep from the tip. I was unstoppable. My moist tongue welcomed the thick, white, iron that throbbed in my mouth with each thrust. A hand job was impossible - as my hands were tied behind my back - but that did not stop my mouth from taking the spotlight.

'Chrissie, baby, suck me like that!'

I could feel his shaft growing stronger and bigger by the second. My mouth reached as far as it possibly could over the desk and onto his cock; which become a strain. Why does this taste so good? I continued to max out all of his man juice. My dignity had without a doubt dropped and so did the feeling in my legs.

He tilted his head back slightly, 'Baby, I'm going to cum—' He shrieked while shoving every last inch of his cock down my throat - releasing all of his cum inside of me. 

I swallowed everything relentlessly after the removal his shaft. 'H- How was I?' 

He flashed me a smile. 'You were perfect, baby.' 

Those words made my heart skip a tremendous beat! To top that off, he went behind me and set my arms free. More importantly I was free. 'Thank you! This means-' I withdrew my sentence when I realised that he had vanished. 'Lee?'

There was a deep, dark, silence that bestowed the dim classroom. Only I was in sight of the chambers epitome which now had me worried. 'He set me free... so I guess it's ok to leave now.' I picked up my underwear and sighed. 'Why does it have to be this way?'

Before I managed to stop brooding and leave, I felt something grab a hold of me by the chest to restrain me from movement -- 'You're not going anywhere, baby.' 

I screamed in shock -- hoping somebody would hear me.

'Scream as loud as you want baby, my room is sound proof!' He tightened his grip, laughing at my expense. 'The only person that gets to embrace your cries is ME!'

'Let me go you bastard! This isn't part of the deal!'

'I know.' He said as he undone the buttons on my shirt. 'I thought about the possibilities. If you did so happen to give me a great blowjob, then only you win. So I came to the conclusion to break you in anyway...'

I gasped in disgust; my eyes fixated on my undone shirt.

'Besides, you sucking me made me that much greedier and eager to have my way with you!' He chuckled to himself, again. 'Oh baby, your bust is much bigger than I dreamt it would be-' He begun to feel my two female contours through the silk fabric that clung to them so tightly. Each time I felt his fearsome hands touch my skin with such ease, I would quiver down below.

'What's the matter baby?' His tone lightened. 'Do you want me to stop?'

'Yes...' I whispered in his tight grasp; my eyes shutting tightly, scared to even look upon reality. 

A moment of silence followed after that. The atmosphere was hushed, but our hearts were still beating against each other.

'Too bad.' His dark voice draped over me once more, this time bringing hands that pulled viciously at my school skirt. 'I'm going to violate you, Chrissie. I'm going to push my thick, long, solid cock into your small, tight, virtuous vagina and break you in until you realise that you are mine.'

Those fierce words etched themselves into my mind. He's a psycho. As my eyes clicked open within an instant, my legs extended beyond quivering once I felt him push eight inches of pure iron inside of me. 'No— stop!' I screamed in absolute pain.

'Oh god,' He groaned as he pounded inch after inch of his throbbing, white, cock through my hymen. 'I feel you Chrissie, I feel your young pussy groping my cock!'

I felt it too. I felt my pussy muscles pulsating around every crevasse of his spear that pierced within my hymen and reached the intoxicating heat of my sex. I felt the violent thrusts that he created with his hips to the end of his dick. I felt the blood gush from within myself trickle down my slit and onto our thighs. I even felt the rhythm of his banging making me sway to the sound of our fucking.

And yet, I couldn't help but become submissive. Perhaps my vulnerability had finally given in to his dominance.

'Your cunt is so precious, Chrissie.' His hands slowly moved down the smooth curves that made up my body, tantalising my skin with each touch. 'You have such a beautiful scent...' his lips showered my neck with kisses, despite the vile pain impaling inside of me. 'So irresistible...' A smirk appeared onto his face as his two fearful hands groped my breasts. His tongue explored the tenderness of my cheek, causing me to flinch, but not for a second did I fight back his seduction.

I wailed whenever he thrust his shaft twice as hard -- I moaned whenever my nerves detected sensual feelings of pleasure that cancelled out the pain -- which occurred sooner than I thought.

'Do you feel it baby? My cock is throbbing inside of you. It's hungry for attention. It's growing bigger and stronger by the second!'

I looked down at the scene and saw my breasts almost popping out of the black satin bra that clung to them in a perfect fit. My shirt was now soaking wet from the heat that coursed between our bodies friction, as he pounded my pussy over and over, creating sticky fluids from the inside of my slit, right down to my inner thighs. My nipples extended the black horizon now and my bra fell off, revealing the two supple cups that made my chest. I could feel his hands penetrate my mounds with a single massage to the nipples and around the breast lining.

'Oh yeah, oh fuck!' he moaned while holding the sides of my stomach. 'I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to eject my sperm inside of you-'

I whined a little. 'No, please not inside.' My fluids became thicker and gushed out more than they did before. 'Oh god Lee... I- I'm going to cum!'

'Ok baby, I'll pull out and cum over your face. But we must cum together, understand?' He now begun to fuck me twice as hard as we reached our climax.

'I understand-' I cried. 'I'm Cumming, I'm cum-' Our bodies banged against each other fiercely as the heat built itself to climax point. He removed his hardened shaft and rubbed its wet needs until his sperm shot onto my face.

Humiliation had triumphed. His icy blue eyes looked down on me in superiority whilst the remains of his semen still stuck to the edges of my fragile face. The stability in my legs had completely vanished to the point where I fell to my knees, eyes watering.

'I hope you've learned your lesson, baby. Mess with me and get covered in cum...' He paced himself around the fool that kneel before him. 'Play by my rules and you might just get yourself more than a grade.' He stopped in front of me and I looked up at him with the faintest gleam of hope in my eyes. 'Do you understand the rules now, baby?'

I nodded, too scared to say anything.

'I like your obedience.' He lifted my chin up. 'Things like this should be rewarded,' Letting go of my chin, he pulled his cock up to my mouth. 'Now suck.'

The penny had dropped once more and I was in no position to decline his order -- not after the scene that just happened. 'Yes sir.' I licked the tip of his cock to familiar myself with the taste once more before taking it whole. 

'Ah, that feels so good...' He moaned. 'Continue to address me by the name Sir. After all, I am your teacher.' A horrendous laughter followed after that pathetic pun. 'Tomorrow I have a special treat for you; for your wondrous efforts today.' He climaxed.

I devoured every drop of his cum, but knew that from here onwards was me surrendering my soul to the hands of a monster. I was now Lee's slave.

* * * * *

Chapter Two Subservience

The next day I had woken up with the weirdest headache and urge to just collapse on my knees; releasing floods of tears whilst screaming at the top of my lungs. If only I knew what he meant from the beginning with the 'suffer the consequences' thing, I never would have given his dirty deal a second thought.

But there I was, just stood poker faced by my locker with yesterdays scene replayed through my eyes. People walked by me, idle to the fact that I was trying to keep a vibrator inside of me with no underwear; it was living disbelief. Even I couldn't pull myself away from such thoughts to even believe for a second that I was going through with all these acts... imagine if somebody else knew.

'Chrissie?' a known voice approached the scene. 'Are you ok?'

I inhaled confidence. 'Ike?' I sniffed a little. 'I'm fine.'

'You were crying, Chrissie.'

'No I wasn't...' I lied. 'I'm fine.'

He looked at me through the dark strands of hair that made his fringe; which covered the most striking blue eyes that lightened his shady appearance.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' I grimaced.

'Like what?' 

'You know what -- and I know exactly what that look means.'

'So enlighten me,' He begun. 'Since you can read people so well.'

It was out of the ordinary for Ike to be so patronizing -- so serious. He was usually the easy going type of person, which had me worried when I found myself replying with such angst towards him.

'I never said I could read people, Ike. But if you must know... your look is quite discomforting.'

He scowled. 'You mean my expression? The one which you still haven't explained to me...'

I sighed, getting tired of this. 'It means that I must be pretty pathetic for hiding my true emotions, right?' I clutched my books closer towards my chest; the vibrations growing tense. 'Nobody knows... the truth.'

Suddenly he moved closer toward me until his chest pressed up against my books, which had now fallen to the ground between us, leaving only our chests touching.

'Ike, what are you --'

'You're wrong, Chrissie. I know the truth and I see it right in front of me...' His lips almost brushed up against mine; instead he whisper '...a girl crying for help.'

I jolted myself back, releasing me from our lock. It's like he saw right through me. Impossible -- nobody can read a persons mind, let alone know what goes on behind their façade. 

He gathered my books from the ground and smiled at me. 'All I'm saying is... we all need help sometimes.' 

I was stunned -- too scared to even accept the books he offered. 

'If we do not allow help, Chrissie, we end up falling.' And just like that he released my books and they all fell to the ground -- collision ringing in my ears, déjà vu.

I remained a statue. 

'I'll see you in chemistry, Chrissie.' He smiled alluringly, as usual, and then left the scene as swiftly as a shadow.

I watched the dark silhouette that he cast, walk away. Walk into the depths of the dying hallways as people left gradually to go to class. My legs no longer quivered from the vibrations -- they quivered now from the surprise that Ike made me endure. Why did he do that? Of course, it's nothing peculiar that, Ike of all people, would do such a thing. 

Ike is the mysterious shadow that wonders these halls. Nobody sees him leave or enter premises -- in fact, nobody knows where he lives. If he's in one of your lessons, you wouldn't see him in the next. He has pitch black hair which resembles a full night sky and piercing blue eyes that can freeze just about anybodies heart. With pale skin and a well-shaped body, he has a lip ring on one side of his lip which compliments his character. Admittedly, he is very attractive for such a bleak appearing person... so what the hell is he doing here?

Ike and I met at the very beginning of high school in chemistry class, where we got paired together for the whole of the year. Ever since then we have been partners in chemistry and continue to knock out solid A's without the help of Lee. I never see him outside of chemistry, in all honesty. That must be why nobody knows Ike's story -- not even I, but if there's one thing that I'm most certain of, is that Ike has the biggest story behind that dark disguise... 

My mind had begun to wonder again. It was only a few seconds later that I had recaptured reality and realised that third period had already started. 'Oh no,' I sighed, gathering my books. I took one last breathtaking look at the spot where Ike left me stunned before walking to class. The vibrations died down.

As I entered the classroom, all eyes turned to me. Professor McKenzie shook his head in disapproval of my tardiness, which made me feel quite uncomfortable, regardless of the vibrator inside of me.

'I must say Chrystal,' He begun scornfully. 'For someone so intelligent, your attendance is outright poor.'

I flushed with embarrassment when he said the word intelligent. I could feel the intense glares the class shot me as I stood there shamefully. 

'Would you care to share with us why you were late?'

'No...' I murmured.

'Then take your seat, Chrystal. I'll have words with you after class.' 


Concealed Passion



We've all done it I think, to some extent or another. Whatever name you may call it, we've all harboured a secret longing for someone, a feeling so deep within ourselves you wonder how it came to be. Call it a crush if you like, but it's more than that - a clandestine yearning, a concealed desire perhaps? Whatever! Mine was for Sarah.

I'm 36 years old; naive I'm not, but I've never found myself longing for someone as much as I did for Sarah. I'll try to explain.

I'm a writer. Not a 'proper' writer as my mum would call it, I'm a freelance medical writer; I write up professional research, do the odd journal piece, even find myself penning marketing stuff. I enjoy it, and it certainly pays the bills. I like working from home and I love my house. I live in an old lodge, what used to be the gatehouse for a larger home, now long gone. In its place are a series of 'executive homes'; large, red brick, conventional...boring. Ok, now I sound like a snob, but I watched them being built and I watched them slowly fill with 2.4 kid families and I just got on with my life. Until the moment Sarah moved in.

I was working one morning, I think around 9am, when I saw the large removal van slowly negotiate the narrow lane. I'm not sure what prompted my interest, what made me get up, but I wandered into my spare room and looked through the window. Idly I watched the lorry stopping outside the last of the new houses nearest to mine and my attention was captured by the woman with her reddish hair held up in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a too large sweatshirt. She looked nice; ordinary. I went back to work. 

I'm not massively sociable; I pop into the office a couple of times a week, meet with friends, play hockey at the weekend but I normally won't readily get together with strangers. So it was slightly out of character later that day when I decided to introduce myself to my new neighbours. With a bottle of red in hand by way of welcome I crossed the street. She answered the door, looking tired and small in her oversized top, and blushed delightfully when I offered the wine. She was shy, I figured that immediately and a little nervous in her new surroundings but she invited me in. She was alone, her husband was working elsewhere, and the place was a mess; half opened boxes and furniture piled about. And it was dark, really dark inside, but she explained that she had no power yet. Or water.

Maybe I was imagining it but she looked vulnerable, in a sad sort of defeated way. I should have ignored the thumping my heart made. I should have made noises of commiseration and walked away leaving her with her wine in the dark. Of course I didn't: I found myself offering her the use of my hot water, offering to make her a meal, offering to dig out the camping lights in the garage. And if only she had said no thanks, that she would be fine. Only she didn't. She smiled, and while she was accepting and offering her grateful thanks, her smile transformed her tired face and I caught a glimpse of the woman underneath.

Back home I moved with record speed; tidying the kitchen, picking up towels abandoned on the bathroom floor -- you know the score, we've all done it. Digging through the freezer, will lasagne be ok? Oh fuck, I have no salad! The cat cast his baleful gaze from the window sill at my frenzied activity and I giggled; I was acting like a teenager on a first date. I have to admit that thought sobered me up!

A slightly different woman stood in my kitchen gently towelling her hair. Pink and fresh from her shower, her eyes in the light were grey and her auburn hair really dark when wet. Wearing dark cargo pants low on her hips and a t-shirt she was...oh well, she was gorgeous. 

I poured some wine while the food gave off its warm and comforting smell from the oven. We moved to the living room, she chatted amiably. The cat, lap whore that he is, settled on hers; I swear he smirked at me. And then, with that sense of timing that all editors must have as a default to ruin writer's lives, mine phoned. I apologised and retired to the kitchen to take the call. Alison, my editor, is a nit-picking, finicky, hyper-critical bitch. Ok, she's not, I love her to bits, but her timing sucks. After 25 minutes I finally put down the phone, rescued dinner and went back to my guest. She was fast asleep, not really surprising I suppose having been working hard all day on her own. She was curled up on my large squishy sofa with Monty draped gracefully across her. In her deep slumber she looked so pretty. A small smile seemed to play across her slightly open lips and the dark shadows under her eyes had all but disappeared. I noticed tiny freckles scattered over her nose and a faded scar under her chin. My breath caught as I looked at her.

Do you believe in love at first sight? I don't. Or rather I didn't. Maybe third or fourth sight then, who knows. But standing over Sarah, fast asleep on my sofa, I believe I fell in love at that moment. It wasn't lust - that feeling I know well enough to interpret. It was deep warmth in my chest my stomach, my limbs. No, I'm not explaining it correctly, actually I'm not sure I can, but I was aware of it and tried to shake it off but it wouldn't go.

She slept for about 40 minutes and woke flustered and embarrassed. I saw a flash of something in her eyes for just a second. I remember thinking it looked like fear, but it passed quickly. We drank some wine and ate some luke-warm pasta. She was nice and chatty I found I loved her slightly quirky sense of humour. She was a teacher, she specialised in special needs kids and she looked and sounded as if she had endless patience. It took effort on my part to relax, reminding myself constantly that she was married and straight, and I had no business in finding myself attracted to her. When she left, with my biggest flashlight and a camping lantern I almost heaved a sigh of relief.

She returned the lights the next evening along with a bunch of flowers. I was drawn to her again despite myself, wanted to spend time with her but she refused coffee. Her husband Tim had arrived, and with her quick and slightly restless movements I assumed she was anxious to get back to him. It was slightly crushing and I tried not to look at her as she retreated, mentally telling myself to get over this as quickly as possible.

But you know how it is with neighbours; sometimes you can't help but run into them. I met her husband, tall and good looking in his expensive suit, striding out to his 7 series BMW. I hated him on sight and yes, I know that sounds immature, but there was something so definitively arrogant about him. But it became apparent that he worked away quite a bit, and I began to notice that Sarah seemed to be very approachable when he was away and almost invisible when he was around.

One afternoon, she sat in my kitchen while I made coffee. She was quietly chatting, talking about work and absentmindedly scratching behind Monty's ears. I was staring, I know I was. I thought she was just so pretty, in a quiet unassuming way and I would have given anything to tuck that stray lock of hair behind her ear. I felt mildly fragile, her proximity causing a delicious throb deep within me. I knew the feeling well and turned and gave my full attention to the coffee machine while allowing the rush of desire to whirl through me. She couldn't see, couldn't know, but I allowed myself a tiny indulgence and embraced desire before her voice carried me back to reality. I focused once more and shoved my longing away, somewhere deep. And I remember telling myself that this really was a situation I neither needed nor wanted and I decided to do something about it.

Do you think I did? Of course I didn't. I could have moved, sure, but I loved my place, it was home. I tried relationships; a disastrous fling with a girl from the hockey club who was sweet but too young and the whole thing collapsed into bewilderment. Would you believe this went on for nearly 18 months? Including a Christmas party where presents were exchanged with kisses and the scent she wore nearly made me lose my mind. It was ridiculous but I lived with it; I couldn't help myself.

He left her in August. She arrived in the garden unexpectedly one evening. It was hot and humid and the sky was low with storm clouds. I wasn't surprised to see her, she often popped over unannounced, but her body language was so odd. I opened some cold white wine and we sat while she calmly told me. He'd been seeing someone for about 6 months, at work. And that afternoon he had coolly packed some stuff and told her he was leaving her, they were over. Sarah was matter-of-fact, chin in her palm as she drank three large glasses of wine. I was shocked in a way, not that he had gone; I'd always disliked him and his apparent self importance. What amazed me was Sarah's calm acceptance, almost as though she was glad or had been expecting it. 

At the first rumble of thunder we both stood. It seemed natural for me to hug her, I was her friend. So when she kissed me I was, well...I was shocked into immobility. The glass I was holding slipped and the noise it made hitting the terrace was loud and awful. We both jumped apart and she took my blank look and rigid stance as disgust. Her beautiful pale face flushed with colour and her grey eyes widened and I was strangely incapable of thought or movement. Believe me, she ran - and it was several moments before I remembered how to breath and realised what kind of idiot I was.

So I followed her route across the road, breaking into a run as the heavens opened and huge splats of summer rain started to fall. It's amazing how rain can hurt sometimes, but I was almost oblivious. Sarah's front door wasn't locked and I entered without knocking. It was a large open hallway and I saw her immediately, perched on the bottom of the stairs. She was crying; not sobbing, just letting the tears fall silently down her pretty face and she managed to choke out something that sounded like 'I'm so sorry.'

You know, in my imagination I had played out a thousand times how I would declare my desire for her; how we would kiss passionately and make sweet love and live happily ever after. I know...right!?! Reality bites a little differently. I only knew one thing; I seriously didn't want to mess this up. Deciding honesty was the best policy I knelt on the wooden floor in front of her. I didn't try to touch her or wipe away her tears. I simply told her the truth. The truth about me and my own sexuality. The truth about my feelings for her. The simple truth that I had decided that nothing would ever happen between us and that when it did...I panicked. I told her she was beautiful, that she took my breath away and that I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms. And then I told her that I would go back home, and if she was sure she knew what she was doing she could find me there. 

Crossing the road soaked me, it was raining so hard. I found myself doing the same thing she'd done. I sat on the bottom of my stairs and I prayed very, very hard.

It worked.

The door slowly opened and a slightly bedraggled Sarah quietly slipped through. We spent a few moments looking at each other. Her tears were gone but her eyes were red. She was nervous and unsure, but she was here. I can't remember a moment when I felt so edgy, so hesitant, and subsequently did the thing that felt the most natural. I walked to her and wrapped her in a gentle hug, pressing my arms around her back and my face to her wet hair. Slowly she responded and her body pushed against mine while her hands moved to my neck and buried themselves in my short dark hair. I reluctantly moved away and took her hand, pulling her to the living room telling her that we needed to talk, but she said she didn't want to. The look she gave me told me exactly what she wanted even if she didn't know it herself. My heart was thudding hard in my chest when I kissed the side of her face, relaxing when she acquiesced. Her soft cheek was a smooth against mine, my lips found hers, and when my tongue touched the corner of Sarah's mouth I heard the tiniest of moans escaped her. 

I've made love in a hurry before; I've let passion or lust flood over me and allowed myself to get lost in it. This was so different. Time seemed to slow, every movement seemed measured. I was certain that this was Sarah's first time with a woman and wouldn't rush; easier said than done when trying to ignore the fire burning over your skin and between your legs. Sarah allowed herself to be guided but was not impassive. She kissed me back; her tongue danced against mine and traced my teeth. She found a weakness when she licked along the edge of my bottom lip and gripped me tighter when my knees threatened to buckle.

We paused for a moment, our foreheads resting together, and I told her I wanted to make love too her -- half expecting her to turn and run away again. But she didn't run; her hands cupped my face and she whispered that she wanted that too. I was almost weak with desire as we made our way upstairs, kissing, touching, tugging at clothing. Whatever reticence she may have shown disappeared when I dragged my t-shirt over my head. I'm small, I often go bra-less and Sarah's eyes were immediately drawn to me with my dark nipples tight and hard with excitement. I took her hand and placed her warm palm against my breast, biting my lip against the rush of pleasure that screamed through my body. She touched and caressed, bringing her other hand up to mirror her movements, and all the while her eyes seemed to devour me.

I managed to keep some focus while I removed the rest of her clothes and we tumbled onto the bed still kissing and clutching at each other. My hands were travelling over her, tracing her fair skin, feeling her tremble under my touch. She was silent as I explored her body but she wriggled as I kissed down her neck and began to writhe as my lips brushed over her soft pale breasts. I was in heaven touching her; she had a lithe slim body, full breasts and such silky soft skin. I wanted to search every inch of her, find all the places that made her gasp. I could hear her breathing change as my hand traced over her tummy and lower through her soft short curls. With one finger I gently investigated lower, lightly brushing over her clit. Her loud strangled cry filled the room and suddenly she was climaxing, her body jerking under me. 

I'm not sure who was more surprised, she or I, to find herself so aroused that quickly but suddenly she was crying. Her tears became sobs, noisy and choked and her arms covered over her eyes. I thought I understood, at least I hoped I did; passion and tears can be so closely connected, so I cuddled with her and soothed her and gradually she calmed down. Kissing the tears from her face, she said the same thing over, three times or more -- 'I had no idea.' It confirmed to me that the tears were a rush of emotion, a feeling that can well up and overwhelm for an instant -- I know, it's happened to me too.

She reached into my heart at that moment. Her muted cries of passion, her tears, her soft warm body; I wanted more of her. I wanted to protect her and please her and love her. My kisses covered her face and I tasted her tears, I moved down to her throat and let my lips linger over her pulse point, strong and steady. She was completely relaxed, her fingers in my hair and her grey eyes on me as her breathing returned to normal. Looking up and seeing her watching me I couldn't help but smile. My reward was a brilliant wide grin that made me burst into giggles and suddenly we were both laughing and wrestling over the bed, the sexual tension lessened for a moment. 

That though was short lived; her leg found its way between mine and I made the kind of low groan that cannot be misinterpreted and soon we were kissing again, deep, delicious kisses that made my temperature rise. I couldn't keep still, I couldn't keep my hands or my mouth off her skin and gradually I found myself going lower and lower encouraged by the tiny breathy gasps she made when she realised what I was going to do. The skin of her inner thigh was a whisper against my cheek as I paused, taking in the sight of her and breathing in her soft feminine scent. The moment my lips touched her she started to squirm and where she moved I followed. The moment my tongue dipped gently inside her she cried out and I couldn't help myself from echoing her. 

I explored her lips and soft folds and she writhed and I loved her movements and her cries and her taste. Once again her fingers were in my hair holding me and her knees were high leaving her fully open to my lips and tongue. I could feel the orgasm building in her, from the trembling in her thighs to the sweetness flooding my tongue. I tried to slow, to prolong it but there passes a point of no return and before long her back was arching off the bed and her cries were impossibly sexy. Sarah came for a wonderfully long time and I slowed my tongue to soft caresses as she relaxed, and then just kisses; along her thigh and over her tummy, gradually making my way up to her.

Leaning over Sarah, with her eyes half open, heavy and sexy; her face flushed and her freckles glowing. Closing in for a kiss, when this gorgeous girl tells you in a voice low and husky with desire that what just happened was the most wonderful thing she has ever experienced. How would you feel? Chose your hero -- that's what I felt like; fabulous, fantastic, magnificent all wrapped up in a turned on body. 

I lay pressed close to her, propped up on one elbow tracing the features of her face with a finger. She took my hand and pressed it to her mouth. I shivered when I felt her tongue on my palm, her teeth on my wrist. She pushed me onto my back and sat up over me. On her knees Sarah gazed down at me, her fingers outlining my lips and my chin and then down towards my breasts. Her eyes devoured me. I was biting my lip as her hands brushed over my hard nipples; sensations, glorious sensations coursed down my torso, burning between my legs. I could feel even more wetness leaking from me as my excitement increased. 

With her hand sliding down over my tummy Sarah's eyes burned into mine, as if asking for permission. I would have pleaded and begged but her hand dipped lower, slowly almost tentatively opening me up and then amazingly and wonderfully pushing up inside of me. Oh god... it felt so good and my legs widened and my back arched and she actually asked me 'is this ok?' Somehow through my babbling she inferred it, her finger slowly dragging in and out of me while her thumb brushed against my very swollen and sensitive clit. 

She had a look of intense concentration on her face and the effect on me was astonishing as this beautiful inexperienced girl coaxed me slowly but inexorably towards a huge climax. I felt it building, I told her, I implored her not to stop; I think I screamed her name as it hit. She didn't slow down, she didn't speed up; her constantly moving fingers prolonged my pleasure and gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life leaving my heart thumping and my nipples so hard they were almost painful. I pulled her towards me and we both lay still breathing heavily. The heat of our love making and the hot and humid night left our skin sweaty and our hair damp, but that just added to the eroticism. The rest of the night was perfect, we dozed, we talked, we giggled and we made love again, finally falling into a deep and exhausted sleep ignoring the thunder that continued to rumble throughout the night.

I woke first in the morning and lay very still listening to Sarah's quiet breathing next to me. She was flat on her back, one leg crooked over mine with both her arms flung over her head. My first thought was to snuggle as close as I could get, to breathe in her morning scent and plant kisses on her warm skin. I was reticent for whatever reason; sober mornings can often bring with them a change of heart and I think I was mentally bracing myself for hers. So I turned and watched her slowly wake up. I watched her rub her nose and then rub both fists into her eyes like a child. I saw her grey eyes open and blink with the realisation of her surroundings. I saw her turn towards me and simultaneously stretch widely and pull me to her -- and I knew everything would be ok. We lay close with our arms around each other and I searched her face with my eyes, hardly able to believe this lovely young woman was here with me. I was considering my next move when my furry accessory thudded heavily onto the bed and loudly demanded breakfast. 




Concealed Passion



I asked Sarah to stay put, promised her tea, and slipped out of bed and into a robe. Monty and I then proceeded with our usual dance down the stairs; the one where I tried desperately not to tread on him while he tried his best to trip me up -- cat owners will know it well! I fed him and was waiting for the kettle to boil when I sensed her behind me. Her arms encircled my waist and she hugged me tightly to her, burying her face in my shoulder. She explained that she would have waited but she didn't want to let me out of her sight. 

She made me smile. And then she made me gasp when her hand crept into my robe and cupped my breast. Instant hot desire coursed through me; the invisible line between pussy and breast yanked hard and I groaned out loud. She didn't speak but her intent was clear as her free hand pulled at the cord of my robe, dragging it open it and off my shoulders, allowing it to fall in a puddle at my feet. I stood naked in my kitchen while her hands softly roamed; cupping my breasts, drawing sensuous circles and teasing my nipples into impossibly hard sensitive points. I leaned back against her, lost...totally lost. 

My awareness was focused entirely on her hands and where her lips were brushing against my shoulder and arm. Her hands slipped lower, playing over my trembling tummy and brushing delightfully against my sensitive hip bones causing me to seize the counter top as a new sexual thrill rushed through me. Her hands gripped me as she slid lower, her lips traversing my spine and then nipping and nuzzling at my bum. It drove me crazy; my breathing became ragged again and, distractingly, I could hear moans issuing from deep in my throat. I was hers completely; her hands guided me to face her and I was again forced to hang onto the counter top to balance myself.

Sarah leant back on her heels and stared. One finger trailed along the edge of my pubic hair, tracing the outline and her gaze travelled up my body; past my trembling stomach, past my small breasts heaving in time with my breathing. Those grey eyes caught mine for just an instant before they returned to my centre and her mouth dipped to me. 

A thrill so deep, so blatant hit me when I felt her lips touch and her tongue delicately part my slit and begin what felt like a wriggling search. I instinctively spread my legs wider but I needn't have; her hands gripped my hips and her tongue made the tiniest little darts, each one connecting for an instant with the top of my clit. It was fleeting, so exquisite and dainty; it was heaven. Those discreet little movements bought me to a sexual high far more quickly then I would have thought possible. So soon I could feel the urgent pressure building between my legs but her petit actions only brought me closer little by little. The pleasure was intense and prolonged; I trembled and hung on as my orgasm approached. It was glorious, deep and long and I shuddered against her for what seemed like hours.

When I finally came back to my senses she was still on her knees in front of me, her nose pressed against my stomach. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed and I realised she had a hand pressed between her legs touching herself. As I moved my hands to touch her lovely auburn hair her eyes flew open and locked with mine. She was biting her lip and tried to hold my gaze but she was too close. Soon her eyes closed again, her face pressed against me contorted slightly and as she came I felt each of her moans deep in my belly; it was beautiful.

Now, one night and a morning of delightful passion does not make a relationship, but we worked on it. I invited her into my life and she accepted. Over the next few weeks, Sarah more or less moved in with me, returning to her own large and empty house for simple tasks of maintenance and to leave her car in the garage. She would leave for work each morning and return home to me, with that curious institutional smell schools have, and I loved it. The more I knew of her and about her, the more smitten I became and when, one evening, I haltingly confessed my love for her she held me tight and accepted that too. She told me she had never imagined she could ever feel so loved or be so happy. We both knew that one day soon we would have to face head on the issue of her marriage and her family but we took the time for ourselves; it seemed the right thing to do.

I could have waited a lifetime for that particular confrontation but it came far too quickly. One morning I had risen early. Winter was fast approaching and the ground sparkled, hard with a heavy frost. I was sipping tea and contemplating a morning run when Monty, sitting idly on a window sill suddenly became alert. I swung my head in the direction of his gaze and watched with utter dismay as a sleek black BMW cruised slowly past. I knew who it was and I knew where he was going but I still dashed up to the spare room in time to see Tim park in the driveway to their house. Monty, sensing my disquiet had followed me and we both watched him get out of the car and head towards the front door. I looked at my furry old friend and he looked backed at me and our expressions seemed to echo the same thought...'Oh shit!'