3 comments/ 16189 views/ 0 favorites Precious Ch. 01 By: Extreme Bohunk The first time I met her was in retrospect, how things would move between us later. I had just gotten home from work. It was a typical late summer day in the Midwest. Hot, sticky and no real breeze to be felt. My mind was on how hot my apartment was going to be. It's on the top floor, the windows face Southwest, and all the heat from inside the building rises. I was wondering if the little air conditioner I had was going to make any difference. I hadn't slept well the past couple of nights. The noise from the ancient machine kept me from getting any real sleep, more like a stone skipping on water. On the other hand, it was too hot to leave it off. I turned to enter the courtyard, a motion from one of the cars parked along the street caught my eye. I stopped, not quite sure of what I was looking at. Long dark hair was hanging out of the open passenger side window, and moving in an odd rhythm. A moment later, I saw a feminine hand scrubbing away at the inside of the windshield. For some reason, I just kept looking at her hand. I still couldn't make out the girl under the rest of her thick mane. I realized she was on her knees in the driver's side, and leaning across the interior to get at the other side. What I didn't realize is that I was staring, trying to figure out what she looked like. Like I said, I was tired. I remember a hint of her perfume. Light, clean and pretty. Her free hand moved to pull the hair back from her face. It was beautiful hair. Very dark, but not quite black, with a hint a auburn highlights. As it slid away, I was treated to an unintentional view down her red, low cut tank top. I noticed the outer edge of a tattoo on her left breast peeking out from the deep neckline. My fatigue suddenly vanished. I focused on the ink, curious as to what the design was. She must have noticed me then, her head turned. My eyes came up with the motion of her head. She had a pretty oval shaped face, with high cheekbones. A small pair of square, black rimmed 'hot artsy/nerd girl' glasses perched on a cute, well shaped nose. I guessed her to be in her late 20's. I'm a sucker for eyes. I looked into hers for the first time. The word 'exotic' came to mind They were almond shaped, and large. My first guess was that she was Asian. I was half right. Dark green irises, with brown flecks gave them a soft, yet intense focus. A combination of warm humor and intellect lit them from within. My eyes wanted to move back to the top of her shirt. She filled it out very well. I realized she might be thinking I'd been looking down her top. I also noticed she hadn't moved to change the view. Most women would have given me a dirty look, assuming I had been getting a cheap peek. Not this one. I would learn later how much she loved games. She moved subtly toward the open window, turning her body toward me. I'm still not sure if she did that on purpose, but suddenly I found myself playing a game of "Don't stare at her chest" With an effort, I kept my gaze above her shoulders. It wasn't hard, her pretty face and eyes an easy distraction. Her full lips gave me a friendly, open smile over a gently pointed chin. 'Hi' she said. Her voice was like everything else about her. Unique and sexy. Not too high, not too low. Clear, yet with a hint of huskiness. It was as pretty as the rest of her. I smiled back. 'Hi' I hadn't seen the car before. Thinking she might be a friend of someone in the building, I asked 'You just move in?' 'No' she replied, 'I've been here since May.' I know most of the people in the complex. Some come & go, but I always notice the cute ones. And the assholes, like the idiot that lived directly below me. I don't know what the rental people were thinking when they rented to this guy, but he was a major pain in the ass since day one. Pure white trash hopped on on booze & dope, and all the fun that goes with that lifestyle. Drunken brawls, screaming matches in the courtyard, cops coming in at all hours. To top it off, he appointed himself as some sort of "Good will Ambassador" going door to door, extending alcohol slurred invitations to whatever Crackhead party he was hosting. Just the sight of him made me want to kick his lowlife ass. Scrawny, with toneless "girly-man" arms sticking out from his ever present "wife beater" tank top. Big bug eyes, bad teeth, and of course, a Mullet. I like most people, but there are some you meet that just rub you wrong. He rubbed me way wrong. I thought 'How did I miss her?' She moved again, in that sweet way only women can, and leaned slightly out the window. I decided she either one of the friendliest people I'd met in awhile, or she was playing "Cleavage Temptation". At the moment, I didn't care which was which. I like games too. A lot. I'm not real shy, I've had my face slapped more than once. I took a step closer and remarked, 'Cool ink, what is it?' To my surprise, she pulled the cloth aside so I could have a better look. It was an eye. It looked handmade, not from a shop. I smiled. I liked her openess. I was beginning to like her, she was cool. I met her eyes again, before she had a chance to pull the cloth back in place. Didn't want to take advantage of the situation, but it was tempting. Very tempting. Changing gears, I joked, 'Say, if you're feeling ambitious, I'll bring my car around. You could do that one when you're finished here.' She made a low sound of humor, and pushed back more hair which had stuck to her face. She made a pretend "Psycho Bitch" face and stage screamed, 'It's so fucking hot!' I nodded in agreement, adding 'I'm on the top floor, all the heat rises. It's gonna be a fucking oven up there!' She said, 'Me too! I doesn't get cool until late.' The common ground sparked a friendly conversation about the heat, the building, and the asshole who lived under me. Her eyes went a bit wider when I mentioned him. She asked, 'You live right above him?' And commented 'That must be awful! I live on the opposite side, and I can still hear all the noise.' I shrugged, and made a disgusted "What are you gonna do?" face. Until then, I had been enjoying our dialogue, laced with good humored banter. 'Well' I said, with some resignation, 'I gotta get upstairs and see if I can get it to cool off some.' 'Nice to meet you!' she said. With a smirk and a wave, I quipped, 'Ahh, you just don't know me that well.' I turned away, the sound of her laughter at my back. I was smiling. That was her. The game within the game that wasn't a game, layered between happy surprises and distractions. On one hand, she was extremely focused while on the other, had the attention span of a child. She was a delight. I saw her several times over the next few months. At the store, around town. She was always friendly and smiling. She'd just pop up somewhere, and then just as quickly, gone. I always smiled after seeing her. Some people you just instinctively like. I wondered where she lived in the building. My answer came one night as I was setting some boxes out on the enclosed back porch. I stepped out and heard music. It was coming from an open door directly across from mine. A bird chirped in the background, from somewhere inside. As I put the boxes down, I heard scuffing steps on a hard floor. I looked over, and of course, it was her. There are 4 doors leading out into the porch. My neighbor Bob stepped out of one. He comes out to the back to grab a cigarette, his wife won't let him smoke in the house. Bob's wife is a Hottie. Short, about 5' 2 or 3, dark blonde hair with lighter streaks of highlights.One seriously tight little body. She makes sweats and a t-shirt look good, and knows it. Very vocal in bed too, especially one late night. It was warm, everybody had their windows open. Bob's and mine face out into the courtyard. The courtyard is horseshoe shaped, surrounded by brick. Any sound is magnified, and really echoes around in there. I was watching TV, when I heard that unmistakable sound of feminine pleasure. Suddenly the TV wasn't so interesting anymore. I hit the 'Mute' button. A moment later, I heard another. Louder. I sat forward, turning an ear to the open window. At this point, the sound was mostly echoes coming from the court. Whatever he was doing, she really liked it. A big grin settled on my face. This was good stuff! Her increasing volume and tone told me, and the rest of the courtyard she thought so too. It was about then I realized the source was right next to my place. I grinned even wider. For about the next five minutes, we were treated to a continual chorus of escalating sighs, ooohs, ahhhs, and moans as her passions built toward release. There was no mistaking when she reached it, or how long it went on. For a little thing, she sure was loud. I think she let him smoke in the apartment that night. Probably made him breakfast too, sounded like he earned it. I pushed the boxes over, and said 'Hi' to Bob. We chatted a bit, mostly about the idiot downstairs. She stepped out and joined the conversation. I realized I didn't know her name. We made introductions all around, I learned her name was Jean, short for Jeanette. I joked, 'All we need is Mike out here, and we have a Tenant's meeting' Mike was my buddy, he lived in the 4th apartment on our floor. Actually, he was my best friend. We'd been through some tough times together. We had each other's backs. He was a player, great with the ladies. They loved him, he was a big good looking guy. It seemed he & I always fell for the wrong ones. He'd be very interested to know who his neighbor was. I 'accidently' forgot to mention it to him. I almost felt guilty, Mike and me shared a lot of things. Like Liz. She was just a tick over 19, small, very slender. Nice chest for a tiny thing, and a curvy little booty. Very pretty face, with big round eyes. The three of us were at Mike's one night, exchanging friendly insults. It was sort of an abstract version of 'Truth or Dare?' Liz seemed very curious about my past. I used to play drums in a lot of rock bands, back when it was all about Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll. Her questions kept circling back to some of my sexual exploits. There were more than a few. I noticed some telltale signs of early arousal in her, the little minx was getting turned on! I figured I'd turn the heat up some. Let her get a good earful, some wet spots in her panties, and then split so Mike could have a good night. I broke out the story about how one girl I was going down on came so hard she passed out. I went on to explain my ability to roll my tongue into a tube, the technique I use, and where it's best applied. I described the entire episode in great detail, taking delight in Liz's obvious and growing discomfort. Mike looked on, his face a mix of interest and amusement tinged with some jealousy that his buddy was having such an obvious effect on one of his girlfriends. As I spoke, I exchanged several knowing glances with him. He knew I was up to something, as usual, but he wasn't sure what. She finally cracked. In a voice just above a whisper she breathed, 'Show me?' Mike's eyes went wide, I shot him a quick wink on the sly. I stood, and moved in front of her. My hands cupped her blushing face, I tilted it back so she was looking directly into my eyes. In a low, no compromise voice I told her, 'Here's how it goes, little girl. I'm going back to my place for exactly 15 minutes. In that time, you will give Mike the best blowjob of his life. When I return, if you have performed as told, I will reward you. 15 minutes. No more, no less.' I released her, and left. I made a note of the time, and went across the porch. Exactly 15 minutes later, I went back. Mike was sprawled out on the couch, a big stupid grin on his mug. A blanket covered him from the waist down. Liz was sitting pensively in a chair, her small hands folded in her lap, eyes wide in hopeful expectation. I asked him, 'Well?' He gave a nod of approval, and a weak 'thumbs up'. I crossed to her, and extended my hand. She stood, the top of her head barely even with my chin. I could feel the heat from her young body. Instead of walking her to the bedroom as she expected, I guided her up to stand on the low living room table. I moved the chair she had been sitting in to a position where Mike and I could both see her from the front. I sat, and crossed my arms, obviously expecting something. She was nervous and uncertain what to do. I glanced at Mike, who was furiously taking mental notes. School was in session. I said one word. 'Music'. Mike grabbed one his 7 remotes. A moment later a slow song with a sultry backbeat came from the speakers. Liz's eyes went a bit wider. She knew now what I wanted. In one of our conversations, she had joked about wanting to be a stripper. I knew that in every joke, lies a kernel of truth. This was her chance to play out a fantasy. At first, she was shy and nervous, she giggled. She found a rhythm she was comfortable with. Bit by bit as she revealed more of herself to us, she got more into it. Her hands moved softly over her body. She looked both of us in the eyes, and then closed hers, lost in herself and the music. Soon she was down to her bra and cute little black panties. She faltered a bit, and then threw out her inhibitions as the bra peeled teasingly away. Her pink nipples stood out almost angrily. She turned her bottom to us as her fingers reached the waistband of her panties. Her thumbs slowly peeled them off the sides of her gently swaying hips, and then downward. She tiptoed out of them, and with her back still to us, stood. She raised them in one hand like a trophy, her tight cheeks still moving to the song. Blushing and smiling, she turned to face us. The song ended. Mike clapped. I sat, arms still crossed. My eyes bore into hers. I spoke softly. 'Are you wet?' Mike's eyes goggled. Liz looked down in embarrassment. A bit louder, I asked again, 'Answer me! Are you wet?' She blushed even deeper, answering in a tiny whisper, 'Yes.' I asked her, 'You know what to do next, don't you?' She began to tremble, and nodded yes. A louder song with a hard driving beat came on. Over the music, I told her, 'Show us.' She almost balked. She looked at me pleadingly. I knew this was way beyond her normal boundries. I smiled, she was too far gone to turn back now. She closed her eyes. Her hands began to play over her body. A minute later, her sounds mingled with the music. Her fingers moved down, stroking her thighs. I knew where she wanted to put them, but to do it in front of us was too much for her. My voice cut through her indecision. 'Do it!' She sank to her knees, her legs wide. Her fingertips busied themselves along her pink, gently furred wetness. The sounds of growing need spilled from her between ragged breaths. Her body tensed and shook. Her hips moved to the beat, and the demands of her fingers. I could tell she was working toward a release. Her face and body pulled tight, her fingers flew over and over one small spot. She reached an arm behind her to brace herself. Her back arched, a long low sound came from deep inside her. She was on the edge. My voice shredded the moment. 'STOP!' Mike jumped, Liz froze. Her eyes flew open. She panted, a whirlpool of flame still racing through her. Her flushed face was a portrait of raw need, the look in her eyes was priceless. I stood, motioning for her hand. She held it out, weak and trembling. I helped her up, and off the table, noting with satisfaction her shaking knees. I moved her hand to my face, and inhaled deeply. Her scent was delicious, I knew she would taste the same. I slipped my other arm around her waist. My lips brushed her ear. I breathed, 'You've performed well, you will be rewarded.' Her knees gave slightly. I held her a bit tighter. The tip of my tongue traced a line along her neck to her ear. I whispered, 'Go to Mike's room. Wait. Don't touch yourself.' I released her, she moved unsteadily toward his room, on very shaky legs. I could see wetness on her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a wooden ruler on Mike's desk. In a blink, I snatched it up and aimed a stinging shot across both of her unsuspecting ass cheeks. The loud splat filled the room. She squeaked in pain, and wheeled around. Her eyes filled with fire. She reached a hand to her stung bottom and hissed, 'You bastard!' A smug smile and 'fuck you' expression were my answer. I tapped the ruler loudly on my open palm, three times. The fire in her gave way to fear. I pointed the ruler toward the bedroom door. She scurried toward it, covering her butt with her hands. A moment later, I heard her climb into the bed. Her mind would do worse things to her than I would. The ruler met my palm loudly. Three times. Exactly as before. I knew she could hear it. I sat down, lit a smoke, looked to Mike and smiled. He shook his head in amazement. I had told him about this side of me, but he'd never seen it before. He probably thought it was all bullshit until now. Three more pops carried to her ears. I knew he was probably freaked out. His girl was laying in the next room, his room, silently wondering if his best buddy was going to lick her, spank her, or worse. Either way, she was going to scream. We exchanged a few hand signals and gestures. I wanted to make sure he was OK with it. He gave another thumbs up. I finished my smoke. Three more. I made sure she could hear my footsteps approaching slowly. I stopped in the doorway. Three more. I stepped in and stood next to the bed. In the dim light, I could see her petite body. She was on her side, knees pulled up, slender arms hugging them. Three more. Her body tensed, drawing tighter into itself. A single tear slid off her nose. I could almost smell her anticipation. And fear. I sat slowly on the bed, letting my weight sink into it. A small whimper escaped her. I brought the ruler into my hand twice more, the third kissed playfully on her tightly clenched tush and stayed. I saw goosebumps rise over every inch of her skin. I slid the wooden edge ever so slowly along the side of her body, and then back down, even slower. She swallowed hard, her breaths grew deeper with each pass. Her hands balled into tiny fistfulls of clawed bedsheet. An unexpected swat caused her to jerk. This time, she gave a soft, low sound, a combined laugh and murmur of pleasure. Three hard ones bit into her sweet ass. She gasped sharply with each, and then more little coos as I ran the flat of the wood over the rising welts on her warming bottom. I set the ruler aside, she made a small sound of disappointment. A moment later, the loud splat of a hard open palm meeting tender flesh filled the room. She flinched, drawing a long breath through clenched teeth. My hand stayed on her butt, fingers tracing the results of my handiwork. I whispered 'You didn't know this about yourself, did you?' Her reply was only to press herself harder against my palm. I continued 'You'd let me do anything I want right now, wouldn't you?' Her nails dug deeper into the sheets, she nodded 'yes'. I finished 'And that's exactly what I'm going to do.' My hand found her hip. She flinched. I ran my palm along her skin, she gave a long slow sigh. I stretched out behind her, drawing her back to my chest. I placed small groups of soft kisses on the back of her neck, the sides, her ears. Her breath came in small pants, she pressed hard into me. My hands explored her front. I liked what they found. So did Liz. I moved away slightly, and eased her to her back. I stopped for a moment to look at her pretty face. She slowly opened her eyes, they were filled with need and surrender. I gave her a soft kiss, and proceeded to keep my promise. Precious Ch. 01 She was quaking by the time I reached her stomach. Her breath came in shudders. I teased ever lower, and then all around where she wanted me to go most. I settled into her gently. I wanted her to build slowly. Her sounds were as sweet as her taste. As she grew closer, I was tempted to tease her, to make her beg. I decided to go another route. I glued my mouth to her most tender spot, letting my fat tongue have it's way on her button. There was no question of if, but when she was going to come. It only took a few more moments. She pushed herself hard against my lips, and let go with a long guttural groan. I kept her going as long as she could stand it. I let her recover briefly, and set in again with a different technique. She lit up almost instantly. I pulled her tight against my face, coaxing another. I continued at a leisurely pace, she was popping like a string of firecrackers. Finally, I let her catch her breath. I moved back up and held her. She pushed back into me deeply. I whispered, 'Are you ready?' I could tell from her silence she thought I had finished. She now knew I had saved something special for her. 'Please' she sighed. With playful roughness, I rolled her to her back, and pushed her gorgeous little thighs far apart. I dove in, and began to give her the tongue lashing of a lifetime. I knew her pink hot spot was still hypersensitive. I gave it a long hard lick. She shrieked. I planted a hard kiss on her soaked lips, and thrust my tongue in and out of her. Her hips bucked. I moved all around, not giving her a pattern she could ride up to climax. She gasped, moaned and groaned. I played her pussy like Stevie Ray Vaughn played guitar. Scorching hot licks one minute, and sweet teardrops the next. Every time she neared the edge, I eased off, keeping her at a sustained plateau of pleasure. When she grabbed a double fistful of my hair, I knew she was ready. My tongue did it's tube trick, creating a tiny pussy for her clit to fuck. I made her fuck it real slow. When I knew she couldn't take any more, I pushed her off the edge. I had my arms clamped around her legs to hold her in place. As her femininity exploded with spasms and contractions, her hips thrust slowly against my face. I drew every bit of pleasure I could from her. As it passed, she was a trembling pool of aftershocks. I rose, wiped my dripping face, and walked out. I had left the door open, Mike had heard every sound. I told him, 'Your turn.' I never saw him move so fast in my life. A moment later, I heard her squeals as he buried himself in her not yet ready for more pussy. It was gonna be a long, hard night for her. He'd just gotten a free trial pack of Viagra, and thought it would be a good time to try it out. Nobody told him he shouldn't have taken it all at once. He asked me later why I didn't fuck her. I told him, 'I woudn't fuck your girl man, that would be too weird.' Besides, she hadn't earned it. Bob, Jean, and I kept running into each other on the back porch. It had become kind of an informal hang out. We'd gossip about the neighbors, usually about what the dipshit downstairs had done recently. Enough people had complained about him so that management was beginning eviction proceedings. I was pleased to tell them I had spearheaded the effort, and made no secret of it. I was dying for that asshole to try something. Just once. They asked if I was worried about retaliation, I laughed. 'I guess I'd have to show him my collection of Samauri swords.'. Bob and Jean exchanged an odd glance. I shrugged it off. I don't say things I can't back up. Jean and I got in the habit of leaving our back doors open, and talking across the porch. I learned she had a strong creative side. She was into photography, and writing poetry. I mentioned I did some writing, that I had most of it published on a website. She inquired what kind of writing. I told her, 'Erotica. Seems people like my smut.' She seemed very interested. I told her where to find it. After that, our friendship progressed rapidly. I learned she had a boyfriend, kind of an on and off thing. Precious Ch. 02 Jeanette's diary 5/21 I'm so fucking mad at him! Why do I always have to go to his house? Why can't he come here once in awhile? He calls, tells me to come over, fucks me, and tells me I have to go home. So here I am, at 2am, writing my anger away. He didn't even ask if I came or not! What the fuck is it with this guy? Why do I let him treat me like this? He treats me like shit, and I go running back for more. This is so unlike me. He tells me to jump, and I ask 'how high? What the fuck? He used to be so sweet, easy to control. Then he changed. As mad as I am at him, I'm even more confused at myself. Since he changed, I can't resist him. I think I'm falling in love. He found a side of me I didn't know about. Something I don't understand. Something I don't think I want to understand. Something in me LIKES it. When he was fucking me earlier, he kept looking into my eyes. Deeper and deeper. The harder he fucked me, the deeper and colder his look became. I felt he was looking into my soul. I felt helpless. I felt his control. He knew. I loved every second of it. Every time I was just about to come, he'd stop. He did it so many times I lost count. I begged, I pleaded. He wouldn't say anything. He'd just start fucking me again. And again. And again! He made me suck him when he came, I was left on the edge. Unsatisfied. I love the taste of his cum. He told me to leave. I gathered my clothes. I got dressed. I walked out on shaky legs. He didn't even say 'Good night'. Fuck him! I'm not calling him, not this time. He can call me. I can wait. We've played the 'who's gonna call first?' game before. I've always won. 5/24 3 days. Not a word. I'm not going to call him. I'm not going to let him win. Not this time. 5/25 I dreamed of him last night. His feel, how he makes me feel. His smell. His hands. His hands on me, touching me touching me touching me. There. I woke up wet. I touched myself, thinking of him. I won't call. I won't. 5/26 I drove past his place, I think he saw me. I went home and took a shower. The water felt so good. I came twice. The phone must have rung when I was in there, his number was on the caller ID. He didn't leave a message. I'm not calling him back. 5/27 I'm so horny tonight. I won't call, I won't. I wish he would. 'Wanda' will be busy later. I know it's silly to give a buzzing piece of plastic a name, but 'Wanda' knows what I like. She doesn't play games with my head. With my heart. She just makes me come. She does what I want. And then I can put her away. 5/28 He called last night. Late. Wanda had me right on the edge when the phone rang. He asked what I was doing. I said I was sleeping, he knew I was lying. He told me to come over. I did. When I got there, his place was dark. I knocked, his voice told me to come in. The room was dark, except for one light. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was on the couch. He told me to strip. I didn't want to, I was humiliated. He told me to strip or leave. I did, with shame. I stood naked. I felt exposed, vulnerable. I heard him move on the couch. He told me to touch myself. I started to put up a fuss. He told me to do it, or get dressed. I did. Waves of embarrassment flowed though me as my fingers found my most intimate parts. I was surprised I was so wet. My shame turned to excitement knowing he was watching. He told me to stop. He told me to join him. I did. He kissed me. I came just a little bit. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see his, inches from mine. When I look into them, I lose myself. His fingers found me. At first they were dry and rough. It hurt so good. I pushed myself into them. I needed more. I liked the pain. They quickly became wet. He asked me if I liked it. I couldn't answer, I just wanted to rub myself into his grasp. He stopped. He told me to answer him, and keep my eyes open. He stared into mine. I finally gasped yes yes yes. He made me come so hard. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled my face to his cock. He tugged on my hair, guiding me. He was using my mouth to masturbate. I didn't care. I just wanted to please him. He shot stream after stream of himself into my willing mouth. I kept sucking until he finished. I swallowed every drop. I wanted to stay with him. He told me to leave. I did. He hasn't called. What am I doing? Precious Ch. 03 I was writing one night with the back door open. The heat wave had broken, but my place still got pretty warm. I get a nice cross breeze after dark, so it cools off quicker. Somebody knocked rudely at the screen door, a moment later I heard Jean's voice. 'Ha-looooooo?' And then some giggles. She'd been drinking a little, and was feeling it. More obnoxious knocks and giggles. She was turned the other way, and didn't notice I'd walked up to the door. Without looking, she turned to knock again, trying to be a smartass. 'WHAT?' I asked loudly, making her jump. Her eyes went big for a second, then she realized I'd gotten her. She made a little face as I laughed. She recovered quickly and asked 'Do you have any light bulbs?' I sighed, pretending to be annoyed. Actually I was glad any time I saw her. I had a bunch and showed them to her. She asked if I would put them in for her. I rolled my eyes in more mock annoyance, and said I would. I was curious to see her apartment. We walked in, she apologized for the place being messy. I hadn't noticed, I was eyeing the strip of skin not covered by her short top from behind. She had a nice ass, curvy, not too big, not too small. I like the way it moved under her thin sweats. She had a small ladder under one of the sockets. I stepped up on it, and started to unscrew the bulb. I felt a touch on my leg, she was standing right next to me, her sweet face even with the fly of my jeans. A lot of things went through my head, none of them had anything to do with lightbulbs. I finished that one, she helped me down, which I thought was funny. I have a great sense of balance. In so many ways, life is all about balance. It turned out almost every bulb she had was burned out, I wound up replacing about four for her. Every time I climbed up the ladder, she'd hold me steady, her full mouth about 6 inches from my warming dick. I figured either she was playing, or had a little too much to drink and didn't notice. I was having fun, I didn't really care which. I was done in a few minutes. I looked around her place. Studio apartment, her bed in the big room. It wasn't made, I thought that was cool. She kept house just a little better than I did. She scurried around picking up clothes, trying to hide the panties she'd left out. I pretended I hadn't noticed them. Pink cotton, with little red hearts. Red trim. She had a large bench type seat, she moved more clothes and waved for me to sit. She moved around the corner, back to her kitchen. I checked her bottom again as she did. A moment later, I heard a glass with ice in it. She asked if I wanted anything, I didn't. Not in a glass anyway. Like a breeze, she returned. A quick glance told me she wasn't wearing a bra. She scooped up a photo album, and sat next to me. 'I've been wanting to show you some of my work' She opened the book, and leaned toward me. When I first walked in, I had noticed how nice her place smelled. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was nice. It was her. Her scent. It washed over me. The room seemed a lot warmer. I tried to concentrate on the photos. Her work had a distinct style, she had an eye for the 'off center'. Ordinary things, shot in an off kilter context. As she turned pages, I became acutely aware of her every movement. The subtle things that tell you more about a person than words do. The way she pushed her hair back, tucking strands behind a small ear, just little things. The way her fingers caressed a page as she turned it. This was her work, her passion. On the last page was a self portrait of sorts. It spoke volumes about how she saw herself. She'd shot it in black and white, but it was a study in halftones. Her hair was longer in the picture than it was now, it fell across her face, creating shadows, leaving you to guess at the true beauty beneath. She was wearing a black dress, a wide knit of loose patterns stitched together. It looked to be made of lace. She was nude beneath it, yet it revealed nothing obvious. It was breath taking on it's own, knowing it was her added a deeper level of appreciation for me. She closed the book tenderly and moved away. After a moment, I asked if she had ever displayed her work. She had, but what she had shown me was her private collection. The last image stayed burned into my mind. She explained she'd read my work, and wanted to share some of hers. I knew I had been allowed to see something special, something personal. I was touched. She stood, and placed the album on a shelf. Her touch lingered on it just a beat longer than it should. I realized she reminded me of Christine. Christine had been my first. Small frame, dark hair, dark eyes that went on forever. She taught me who I really am, the ways of my true nature. We'd been seeing each other for awhile, long enough that we were fucking each other stupid. I loved the taste of her skin, her lips, both upper and lower. Her scent drove me insane, it made me want to fuck. It made me want to fuck her. Hard. I did. The more we'd fuck, the more it drove me. We weren't making love, we were fucking. I couldn't get enough of her. Instinctively, I somehow knew she needed more. Out of bed, she was one of the sweetest women I've ever known. Smart, gentle, her eyes warm with an inner humor. She was always on time, always letting me make the decisions about where we went or what we did. Yet still, I got the feeling she was waiting. Waiting for something I didn't understand. One night, she found her opportunity, and took it on herself to show me. We were out at a club, nothing out of the ordinary. It was Karaoke night, so there was plenty to talk about. Not too many things funnier than some boozed up joker trying to slur their way through a song they don't really know. Chris was uncharacteristically snippy that night, I figured maybe it was PMS. I figured wrong, she had a plan. She was flirting heavily with the bartender, getting free drinks. She could see I was getting pissed about it, and kept doing it. It was like she was going out of her way to get under my skin. The night was turning decidedly sour. Every time I asked a question, her reply was either bitchy, or a cold eyed silent stare. The bartender came back, and she turned on the charm. I finally leaned over and asked sarcastically if they'd like to be alone. I was fucking steaming. One of the singing drunks wandered over, and started hitting on her. I told him she was with me. He glanced over, and then continued where he left off. He shot a smirk at me over her shoulder. We locked eyes, I smiled back. I stood, and stepped between Chris & him. If he was lucky, he'd wake up in the ambulance. He threw a couple of pretty good punches, I'll give him that. I caught his arm, and yanked him away from Chris. I didn't want her to get hit by accident. The look in his eyes gave me a reason to smile. He'd thrown his best, and all it did was piss me off. He knew he was in for a beating. The bartender yelled for the bouncers as I pulled back my fist. They weren't going to get there quick enough to stop me. I heard her voice, through the melee. Soft as it was, it cut through everything else, even the roaring in my ears. I felt her touch on my fist. It calmed me. I let him go, the bouncers tossed him out. She still held my fist. She looked me in the eyes, seeing what she already knew. With both hands, she raised my fist to her lips, and kissed it tenderly. Her deep gaze into my rage was soft, knowing. In a whisper she said 'Take me home.' With her small hands still holding mine, she walked me out, to the stunned silence of the rest of the club. On the ride to her place, she kept her hands folded in her lap, her eyes downcast. She seemed so small. I noticed she was shaking a little. I touched her hair, she only stared downward. I asked if she was OK, she said nothing. Finally I snapped at her 'Answer me!' Her nearly inaudible reply was 'You didn't give me permission to speak.' At the time, I didn't know that she was teaching me, helping me to answer questions I didn't know how to ask. I played along, very curious to see where this was going. Something about it felt so right. The rest came to me naturally. I said 'You've been a very bad girl tonight, haven't you?' She was visibly shaking now. Her reply was a mute nod 'yes'. My fingers closed, gripping a fistful of her hair. I gave a small tug. She inhaled sharply through her nose. Her small hands closed tighter on each other. Something was happening inside of me, I had to go forward. I was as if a part of me had been unleashed, something I'd been denying for too long. And it was hungry, very hungry. I knew my questions were no longer questions, they were commands. I was forcing her to answer what we already both knew. In a voice new to me, I asked, 'You know happens to bad girls, don't you?' She pressed even tighter to herself, her hair falling across her face. A tiny sound came from her. I pulled again, a bit harder this time. 'Answer me!' 'yes' My dick was so hard, and the moment so intense, I almost blew through a red light. I asked 'Do you think you should be punished?' A tiny sound and another nod. I pulled back, turning her face to me. I'll never forget the depth of emotion in her eyes. They pooled with tears, trickling down her cheeks. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but knew I couldn't. My new voice told her 'You have until we get to your house to choose your punishment.' I don't think she expected that. I was learning fast. Her eyes went wide, I released her hair. The silence of the rest of the ride was deafening. We parked, she sat until I opened her door and pulled her out with just a bit more force than I needed to. I held her arm, marching her inside. She never looked up. I felt a small wet spot at the end of my dick. I moved her to a spot in the living room, the way I did told her to stay there. I pulled a chair from the dining room and set it in the middle of the living room. I sat and stared at her, waiting. Her hands moved to the button on her jeans. They were shaking so much, she had a hard time undoing it. The zipper followed, a moment later they slid down her legs. Her underwear was dark green. She stepped out of the jeans, I could see her knees trembling. Her little socks were still on, adding a touch of innocence. She padded to me, and crawled across my lap, face down. It turned out she was wearing a thong. She settled, and lifted her shirt, giving me full access to her soft and soon to be very tender ass. Her hands went back to the carpet, bracing herself. I made her wait. I could feel her heat rising, both dreading and sweetly anticipating that first sting of flesh on flesh. I moved suddenly, she jerked and tensed. She had chosen her punishment, but not how it would be administered. I raked my nails into her ass, from bottom to top, just hard enough to press into the skin. She jerked again, trying to keep her balance. I moved my legs apart, giving her a wider base. I reached a hand down, caught her wrist and brought it up behind her back. My nails took another teasing run along her other cheek, with better results. She exhaled loudly, goosebumps raised the tiny hairs on her skin. I leaned hard across her, deliberately squeezing her with my chest, and snatched up her other wrist. It joined the first behind her back. A moment later, I held them together. She had to fight to keep from falling forward. She had to curl her legs up into the side of mine. It pushed her bottom even higher into the air. I let her squirm, giving her time to appreciate her situation as she tried not to fall. I used her wrists to push her around a little. I knew her hamstrings would hurt later. My nails dug in again, this time raking her. She almost went over face first, I pulled back on her wrists to hold her up. She gave a little grunt of pain. There was no question she was mine to do as I wanted. It was time for her punishment. I started on the backs of her thighs. Teasing them with my fingertips, just enough of a touch to cause that feeling between a tickle and a caress. I think all the air went out of her body on the first stroke. At the second, the entire front half of her arched, she gave ragged little pants. As it finished, she slumped, fighting for breath. By the third, she was thrashing to either get away from or push herself deeper into the sweet torture I was inflicting on her. It was not what she expected at all. It was worse, much worse. I was enjoying her punishment as much as she wasn't. When she thrashed, it created a delicious friction on my already hard cock. I knew she could feel it press into her from underneath. I told her how much pleasure her discomfort was giving me. That seemed to make her mad, she stilled, determined not to squirm any more. I smiled inwardly at her passive agression. A moment later, she lost that standoff as my nails bit into her thighs. She gave a long groan of pleasure and surrender as her climax took her. A loud splat filled the room as the first of many carefully measured swats found her butt. She exploded. I could hear her wetness. The air was thick with her scent. I pulled the thin strip of cloth tight up and between her pussy lips, and shoved it between her fingers. She knew to hold it tight, or there would be further punishment. Every time she squirmed, the cloth bit into her folds. After that, the only noises in the room were the smack of hard hand on soft skin and the mingled chorus of her sounds as she shifted between pain and pleasure. I made sure she recieved equal amounts of each. The feel of her hot flesh as it met my palm was incredible. I watched the shock of each blow traveling outward from the impact, barely stopping before the next set her skin in motion. I varied my speed and force in accordance with the changing string of sounds pouring from her. I could tell when she got close, she'd stiffen and then arch, her head coming up in an exquisite motion, her face a picture of bliss. I'd slow up, teasing her along, keeping her at the edge until I decided to show mercy and push her off. She'd barely finish, and I'd start again, before she could recover. My pant leg grew wet as her juices soaked into the denim. Her ass was a kaliedoscope of pink and red with interlaced welts. She was dead weight in my lap. She slumped, exhausted. My hand felt like raw meat. I relaxed my grip on her wrists, her fingers still clutching the strip of her thong. Without warning, I landed one last hard shot across both cheeks. I made sure it hurt. She cried softly. I stroked her abused flesh, and spoke. 'Your punishment is finished.' I rose slowly from the chair, helping her find her legs. We stood, she moved into me. It was different than all the other times I'd held her, something had changed. It was somehow deeper, more intimate, shared. I pulled her closer to me, wanting more. She shook from head to toe. We stood for a long time, just feeling. Her hands moved up, and found my face. She tilted my head to look her in the eyes. Yes, something was different. She was still Christine, but changed. She had let me in. It was not a time for words, there would be plenty later. She dropped slowly to her knees, and looked at me expectantly. I never broke her gaze, I couldn't. My hands found the button and zipper. I had a tough time pulling myself out. The glistening head stood inches from her lips. She waited for my permission. The intensity of her stare touched my core. I nodded once. Her still wet eyes sparkled, her mouth closed around me. It was all wriitten in her eyes. Her delight in pleasing me after having to punish her, the knowledge that she had helped me reach that point, and knowing what her mouth was doing to me at that moment. She knew what I had tasted, and would demand more. In that, she knew better than I knew myself. I was surprised when I felt that tingle begin to build at the base of my cock. I almost never come from blowjobs, somebody told me once I have control issues.. But again, this was different. I felt that somehow, letting her please me was her reward after being punished. It didn't make any sense, yet it made perfect sense. Her mouth made it impossible to think. She had been working on me for a long time. Tender, steadily measured strokes of gratitude. Her tear streaked face stuffed with my cock is an image burned forever into my memory. I was reaching the point of no return, in more ways than I understood at the moment. Her small mouth stretched as I swelled. She was going to make sure I finished, she refused to fail. It built with every pass of her lips, beyond the point where I normally shoot. Her eyes bored into mine, still deeper, another pass. I had to come, or explode. One more pass, and I did both. I came so hard I thought I'd blown the end of it off. Her sweet mouth continued until I was completely finished. She sat back on her heels, still holding my eyes. She folded her hands in her lap, and said 'thank you' And then she looked down. I sat in the chair, and looked at her for a long time. I realized that she was testing me, that she had shown herself, and that the next move was mine. This was an odd game, and I had to figure out the rules myself. It had been her choice to give me control over her, yet she had led the way. I had proven myself to her, now she sat, awaiting my acceptance. I was confused, unable to put this jigsaw of paradox into a picture. 'Christine' I said softly. She looked up, there was hope and fear in her eyes. I held out my hand. For the first time, she crawled to me, and took it in hers. Her face flushed with emotion. She waited, her eyes brimming with an unanswered question. I said one word 'Yes' and then 'Sit.' She did. At my feet, not quite touching me. I hadn't given her permission. I pulled her closer so that she did. She cried softly, her search was over, as was mine. Through her, I had found myself. I stroked her hair, replaying the events of the night in my mind, filing away what I'd learned. What I had to learn next. I'm not naive, I knew a few things about 'Masters' and 'submissives'. I'd even been to a few leather clubs in my days on the road. I thought I knew a lot more than I really did. Something about it had always appealed to me, but until Christine, I never knew why. Now I did. I realized it was time for me to raise the bar. She deserved to be rewarded for her courage and strength, I had to be up to the invitation she had extended. The puzzle was starting to come together. A short time later, I stood, extending my hand to her. She rose with it. I kissed her, with everything I felt. Things were different now. We moved to her room. We didn't fuck. We made love.