0 comments/ 17652 views/ 3 favorites Scars By: Silentbob The Aftermath You ever have deep-seated problems that you just have to go and break through the surface to finally get the healing over with? You don't? Oh well I guess I don't either. Then again the idea of revenge and the idea that you can go off and stab someone deep into their soul that it breaks them forever, is appealing. Hey, scars heal. See, I have two talents I'm reluctant to use. The first talent is that with just a few words I can point out a problem that will appear within a newly formed relationship. This problem is the problem that will break up the two people. The second is I know just what to say that it will cause you to hate me forever...because it's simply the truth. Let me go and explain just why I'm in the present situation I'm in. What situation am I in? A staring contest at the bar in the Hotel Monaco in New Orleans, and it isn't Mardi Gras season. This is the same hotel that me and the woman I'm having this staring contest with, Acacia, were intimate for the first time. This is also the first times communicating with each other since she started to lie about important things that were going on in her life, and I hate to be lied too. That one thing was her now ex boyfriend. I pointed out how it would fail, and once again I was right. Yet I didn't do it so she would come running back to me. In her case it was because being in control would bore her if it happened all the time. She would get bored with the worship that he was providing. He would just be a minion, as I liked to call most of her male friends. This staring contest proved I was right and I wasn't going to going to apologize. She did come dressed to kill. Black high heels on her feet. Her legs were covered with black fishnet stockings. She wore a black form fitting skirt that seemed to melt over her curvy hips. She topped it off with a man's dress shirt, and I knew what was under the shirt, a black lacy underwire bra to hold up her 38D's. The top was open to show the pale skin from the hint of cleavage up to her neck and face. Her head was topped with red hair that normally reached mid neck, but she had pulled into a small ponytail. Yet we stared, my brown eyes into her green eyes. "We could be at this all day," I had said before the staring contest. The last time, with the last fight, it ended by her literally spitting in my face. It officially ended almost 9 years of friendship, just because I gave a warning of why her relationship would go down the drain. Now let me go and tell you one thing, this isn't one of those contests where we see who blinks first. We sipped our drinks that were refilled. We blinked. It was almost an event of stamina and we could go a long time. I also knew me not saying a damn thing would make her more nervous and self-conscious. This was one of those spectacles that not everyone gets a chance to see, quiet, yet noticeable. She started feeling other eyes stare at her, her third apple martini already refilled while I was patiently sipping on my own screwdriver. She wanted me the way things were before we had sex with each other. She wanted to me to be her emotional support, her rock, but she didn't want to take the steps necessary to get that back. She would have to give in. She dropped her head. The party was about to begin. "Okay, I'll fuck you again." "Oh, you'll fuck me huh? Dawlin, it's gonna take more then just fucking me to get back in my good graces," I replied. She lifted her head to look at me, "But I..." "Don't want to be in a relationship with me, yes. I don't want to fuck you Dawlin, but I'm going to own you, and I know deep down you don't want to like it, but you better enjoy it." There it was, the if looks would kill look. I simply stroked my goatee and raised a brow. This was a twist she didn't expect since we never really had a relationship that was more dominate then the other. Granted I was a bit pussy whipped." "What will that require?" she asked. I know what she was trying to get. She wanted to know what I had planned for her. "A yes or no answer, otherwise you can go find someone else to train. You use to claim that I knew you better then anyone else on the planet, that's hard to come by. Shit even now I know what is going on in your head and my reactions and comments are scaring the living shit out of you," I smugly replied, "Now, you can go find a friendship without any meaning, where they don't know the real you, or I own you." I pulled out cash to pay the bar tab, "I'm n room 812. You have one hour to decide. This hour will be your last bit of control, otherwise, your mine." I got up and left the bar and went directly to the elevator. I had things in mind. Nothing prop worthy, but stuff that would fuck with her mind...I intended to break her. She shattered my trust, and now it was time to make hers powder. I was downstairs simply dressed in a dark purple dress shirt. My pants, tie, socks, shoes, belt, all black as I sat down in the chair at the desk of the room and turned on the TV. I was halfway through an episode of Law and Order when I heard a knock at the door. I turned off the TV and opened it up. She stood there and looked up at me. There were smears coming from her eyes as her makeup had started to run. "You step over this threshold, I own you. I get to use anything I want until I decide it's over. There is no safe word or whatever you've used in your own freakish circles. You are mine until I leave this room." I moved off to the side to let her come through and she looked at me with what would have been confused as hatred by some, but I knew she was curious because this isn't something I would have ever tried before. She looked inside the room and back at me and stepped over the threshold. "First thing, go into the bathroom and clean your face. Reapply makeup," she looked at me and did what she was told. I walked back into the suite of rooms and sat down on the small sofa and waited for her to come back out. She didn't take long since there was the part of her that wanted to get this all over with. "The last time we were together, I was pretty damn timid, worrying about your needs over mine. It was fun yes, but at the same time, not all my needs were met. You will meet those needs tonight..." "What do you mean your needs weren't met?" Acadia said. "Oh I'm talking about mentally, physically, and emotionally...everything will be covered today. Who knows what would have happened if things worked out the way I have it planned, now take your sweet ass over here, and sit it on my lap." She did just that. She leaned back against my chest and as she ran her ass into my slowly hardening cock. I placed my hands on her waist and held her there for a moment. "Now," I said, "You have a brain, you are creative, but you were pretty damn shy with me." I pulled the elastic from her ponytail and caused her red hair to spread out, "I want you to go and whisper in my ear dirty thoughts. My hands had roamed up her sides and reached around to cup her large tits. This caused her to lean her head back. She looked at me as I gave each of her breasts a calculated squeeze, causing a gasp that was a mixture of pain and joy come from her mouth. "You know I'm no good at dirty talk," she tried to say. "Oh, you know how to do it when it matters, and you will or this night is going to be highly unpleasant for you even if it is pleasant for me. I have no problem fucking you up the ass with no lube." I felt her twitch. She did complain about the size of my cock. Not that it was too long, but it had thickness that she needed to be extremely wet before she could take it. I felt her sigh against me and she adjusted her positioning so her mouth was right at my ear. "I can't believe your doing this to me," she whispered. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing more flesh to my eyes, "I can't believe I'm fucking in this hotel room sitting in your fucking lap." "You better believe it," I said. My hands ran along her collarbone and she gasped in my ear as my fingers stroked the skin that was in front of me. The shirt was still on her arms and when she made to remove it all the way I told told her not to. "You're not talking," I simply said. "I remember dirty talk getting you going. I remember along time ago when I could have been yours completely. I could have been your slave. A little 16 year old love slave that would have worshipped the ground you walked on," I pinched one of her nipples through her bra causing her to winch a bit, "But no, you had to be noble. You had to cast me to the side because you know as well as I that ruined everything for us. You were the reason of my corruption, and I bet you'd like me to call you master now would you? Don't answer that. I'm realizing that you are realizing you missed your opportunity." I ran my hand down to her knee and traced her fishnet stockings up under her skirt and over her thighs as she continued, "You had your chance to mold me. I remember the cyber sex, the phone sex, but you pushed me away. I remember crying out your name when I had my first orgasm with another man." Her voice started to get shakier as my finger traced over her slit. I knew if I removed my hand the tip of my finger would be wet. I could feel her body start to betray her as I teased my fingers over her slit. "You lost your chance to own me, so now your getting a cheap thrill, a taste of something you'll never have again. Oh I'll have to suck your cock on command or ride it until your hearts content. You probably have more wicked plans for meEEEEEEE..." she threw her head back as I slipped my finger in. Her body started to shake. I knew she got off quickly but this was easily the quickest. I knew after months of being in total control, she would relish being out of it. Yet she probably still thought she was in control, as she was getting pleasure. I twisted and thrust turned my finger inside of her as I saw her pale skin start to flush, and I pulled out. She groaned and looked back at me, wanting to beg me to put it back into her, but having too much pride to do it. "You know, sucking my cock sounds like a good idea," I said, "But I'm not going to let you cum the first time easily. In fact since you give lousy head, I'm going to have to tell you what to do, and maybe if your lucky, the first time you get off will be due to sucking my cock." I pointed toward the bed "Go to the head of the bed and get on your knees." "But..." she started. "Listen, I own you, this isn't about your comfort. You're going to be taking my cock while on your knees and you're going to like it. If you don't do what I say maybe I'll just shove my dick in your ass then make you choke on it down your throat." She got up, and slowly walked to the bed and got down on her knees. She gave me a look that I knew read "I hope all this is going to be worth it." I walked over to her and unbuttoned and zipped my pants. They fell around my ankles and my cock hung out half hard. She took it in her mouth and quickly put it into her mouth. She worked her mouth over it as if she was trying to just jerk it off with her lips. I pulled her head back, "No, you keep bragging about your long tongue, stick it out." She did, and I ran the head of my cock over it. She had a disgusted look on her face, "Oh pooooor baby. Don't like it? Tough. I'm not going to be rubbing my head on your tongue, start licking my fucking cock. Wrap that tongue around it." I looked down as she started to lick up the shaft from my balls to the head and around, working her tongue around it, "Spit on it, make it nice and wet." She did as she was told, and continued to lick it. She was starting to get into it a little bit it seemed, but she could have been being a good actress to get things over with. I pulled my cock away from her and slapped her in the face with it. "HEY!" She shouted. "Hey!" I replied, "Now, we are going to learn what sucking cock is, it's not just trying to keep a cock in your mouth without doing anything, open your mouth." She did, "Now I want your tongue laying flat on your lower lip and for now," and as she did that I got closer and slid my cock into her mouth slowly thrusting the head in and out of her mouth. She made noises of protest, "Good, make noise, it will give me some more vibrations, but they call it sucking cock, because your suppose to add suction, and I'm not feeling any suction dawlin, bob that little red head of yours over my dick. I know you at least know how to bob, and don't be afraid of giving me some tongue action as you do it." She looked up at me with those crystal clear green eyes as her mouth worked it's way up and down half of my shaft. I reached over and I slid her shirt off completely as she sucked and swirled over my cock. My hands went across her shoulders and to her neck as she started to moan on my cock. I grabbed her head and started to thrust my cock into her mouth, which causes more protesting sounds. "Oh god yeah, keep fucking doing that, keep fucking protesting. Maybe you'll open the back of your throat long enough to slide it in all the way..." and she stopped protesting and went back to sucking. She kept gagging (and burped at one point) at the fact that my cock head was tickling her tonsils regularly and I knew she was expecting me to shoot down her throat. She hated blowjobs. She hated the taste of cum. I wasn't done though. I pulled my cock out and smacked her cheeks a few more times with it and she just looked up at me. I pulled her to her feet roughly and put my hands on her waist. I leaned over and started to kiss and nibble and suck at her neck. She cried out as I bit too hard but I didn't care. I went to for hickies, and by the looks of her neck, I was going to achieve that end result. I reached behind and unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side of the room. My mouth went between her tits and I made a long wet lick between them. "These are going to be for later," I said. She knew what I was talking about. I always wanted to fuck her tits, and she didn't let me because it scared her since she couldn't easily get out of the position and felt trapped. The look of fear in her eyes was good because she knew I wasn't kidding about the control. I turned her around over the bed and gave her ass a swat which caused her to cry out in pain. I lifted up her skirt and looked between her legs. "Wow, it looked like the hoover damn burst down there!" I exclaimed. She was getting that wet, that turned on." "Bastard!" She cried out, "I just want to cum damn it!" "Maybe you'd want me to cum deep up your cunt...pop out a baby wouldn't you." "You wouldn't dare!" "Dawlin, this pussy is mine. I can do whatever I damn well please with it, if your behaved though I might simply cum on your tits." "Carl, please, just not in my pussy." I got behind her and grabbed her skirted hips, and shoved my cock into her pussy. It felt like she was going to squeeze it off with her muscles. "OW! OW! OW! OW!" she cried out and I slapped her ass, "That fucking hurt! I wasn't wet enough!" I responded with pulling out and thrusting in again, causing her to fall forward on the bed. "OW! Oh god it hurts," she cried. "It feels great here," I said grinding my hips into her. My hands slid up her back and clawed down leaving slightly raised trails as I continued to hammer my cock inside of her. She looked behind her and at me and grimaced in pain, but I knew her. The wetter she got the better she would like it. Soon she went from crying "Oh God" in pain to "Oh God in pleasure. I grabbed her hair and pushed her down on her stomach and went to town. I could hear her slosh from how wet she was getting. Those stockings were going to get ruined by sheer pussy juice alone. My balls were wet smacking into her every thrust that I knew I was wet enough to get ready for the main event. "Get down on the floor, on your back!" I said, not even giving her the comfort of the bed. She didn't like to feel trapped and she knew I was going to be giving her that feeling. I took her tits in my hands when she was on her back and squeezed them together. I straddled her chest and ran my cock inbetween her large pink tits with the pink nipples. I placed her head against the sofa so she could go off and get an angel, "Now I want you to lick that head every time it pops out you here." My god I was waiting for this for along time. Fuck survivors guilt. I knew why she felt trapped, but it was why she also felt the need to be controlled every once in awhile. My cock slid between her large tits and she whimpered and moaned as I saw tears start to come from her eyes. "Oh now keep crying, those tears make it all sexier," I said as I would occasionally spit down to add to any spit that came with her tongue. My verbal taunting forced her to get into the act. She started twitching in a way I knew from when I use to go down on her. She was forcing her mental outlook to make this more enjoyable and she was going to cum. She cried out and her head shook back and forth and her body started to tremble, getting off on her fear and the small lack of control. It was bringing me to the point of no return myself. "I'm going to cum," I grunted out. She raised her chin back thinking I was going to give her what I told her I always wanted to give her, a pearl necklace, but I had other things in mind. I got up slightly from the straddling position and put my hand on her throat. "What are you doing?" she cried when my cock hovered over her face, "No, oh no Carl!" She told me in the past that she thought the most degrading thing a woman could go through was to have cum shot on her face. It was why she didn't watch a lot of hardcore porn. "You're going to take this cum shot, and after I plaster your face, your going to stay still," "NO! NO! please NO! I don't deserve that!" "I CONTROL YOU!" I shouted, "If you don't shut up I'll call the damn bellboy in to shoot his wad in your fucking wet pussy." She started to sob a bit and just shook her head in disbelief, and then cried out in belief as stream after stream of my cum started to cover her face. The first shot landed right at her left eye. Another hit her forehead and went over the bridge of her nose. The rest flowed over her upper lip and chin as I heard her sob in response. "Stay still," I said as I shook the rest of the cum out of my cock onto her. I knew she was scared. If I started out like this, she was thinking, imagine what would come later. I took my digital camera out of a nearby end table and walked over and snapped a couple of shots of her face. She had her eyes closed so cum wouldn't get in and the pictures came out great even without the flash. I put the camera away in my bag. "Now I want you to scoop the cum up, and bring it to your mouth and swallow every drop" I said. She complied, crying the whole time as she cleaned her face of my cum. I got my pants back on and pulled out my bag. I opened it up and took out my wallet, and pulled out ten 100 dollar bills and through threw them down at her. "What in the fuck is this for?" She cried. And now the line that would break her, a line she would know was the end game. The words that she had told me before that if I believed it, then it was true, and she wouldn't know what to do if she was that low. "Your nothing but a filthy whore you, so I'm paying you, you fucking slut." "No...no...take it back! Fucking take it back!" she started to cry out, "Tell me this is just all a game and you don't mean it! Fucking take it back!" she cried. "No, you are a fucking slut, so you might as well make money doing what you know best," and I decided to add insult to injury, "Goodbye bitch." Bitch, was when she knew I wasn't kidding. Calling her a bitch meant she never spoke to you again. I walked out the door with her crying and shouting No, Why God Why, and other assorted phrases. Later she would get a picture of herself in the mail. I felt good. My balls were lighter, and the stitches were removed. The scar would remain, but hey, a scar only meant that I healed. Scars "Please," I begged, "I wanna see!" I was almost whining now. "Jess, no. They're ugly and scary and gross. You don't want to look." "But I do, Steve! You're not going to scare me. If they were, like, still bleeding, maybe. But scars?" I tugged at the hem of his shirt, teasing. He grabbed my hand, still grasping his shirt. Our eyes locked and I saw frustration, grief, and heat flash through his eyes in a single second. Then he relented, releasing my hand and looking down at the floor. As his eyes lowered, he saw the red marks on my wrist and arm from his grip, and then he looked at me again, wincing guiltily. "I'm sorry, Jess, I didn't mean to hurt..." "It's alright," I replied softly, letting go of his shirt. "If you really don't want me to see your back, I won't push." Taking a step back, I unconsciously rubbed my wrist until I noticed him watching me, and then I stopped with a wobbly smile. He stepped forward, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine. "My scars haven't exactly gone over well in the past, okay? Not everyone's into guys with zippers." I slid my hands up his arms to his shoulders and tilted my face upward, my lips inches from his. "I'm not everyone." I felt his shoulders drop as he let out the breath I didn't know he'd been holding. I slid my hands down his arms, down his sides, until they were just below the hem of his shirt. Closing my eyes, I slipped my hands under his shirt and around to his back, where the smooth bumps of his scars rippled the base of his spine. It was like reading Braille as I ran my fingertips over his warm skin. "See?" I whispered. "Not scary at all." Steve's hand slid behind my neck, pulling my lips the last inch closer until they were pressed against his. He tasted hot and slightly dangerous when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and my breath caught as he nipped at my lower lip. His other hand slid under the hem of my sweater, brushing the skin of my stomach. I gasped. "Scared yet?" he asked, his mouth moving to my ear. I let out a low laugh that became a moan as his mouth moved lower down my jaw to my neck, his tongue and lips working deftly until my arms slid off his shoulders, boneless. He reached down for my hands and softly tugged me into the bedroom, until we were standing next to his bed. "Your turn," he stated with a grin. "My turn to what?" I asked, confused. "A scar. You've seen one of mine, so now I get to see one of yours." "Well, I didn't really see it, you know. I only got to touch your scar. If you want to see mine, I want to see yours first." He thought this over for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head. He turned around and I gasped as I saw how the skin twisted and puckered. Looking back at me over his shoulder, he said, "I told you, Jess, they're ugly and disgusting and there's no reason you should want to—" "Shhhhh," I cut him off, running my fingers over the scar again. I stepped forward until my forehead touched the top of his back. He froze as the first tears hit his skin. "What's wrong? What are you—?" "Shhhhh," I said again, and then he was quiet for a while. Finally, he turned his head again and murmured, "Why are you crying?" I waited until I knew my voice would be steady, and then, my forehead still against his back, I replied, "I was just thinking about how much it must have hurt you." Despite my efforts, my voice cracked on the last two words. He turned then, kissing me, harder this time, as he pulled my sweater over my head. I shivered, from the coolness of the air and from the feeling of his eyes on my skin. He sat me down on the edge of the bed. "Your scar." His voice was rough, and I couldn't tell if it was a question or not. I held out my right arm straight in front of me, pointing my left index finger to my right wrist. The scar was tiny, no more than an inch long, but it was the only one that came to mind. He smiled, then, and I thought he was laughing at me. "It's not," I stammered, "I mean, it's nothing... compared to..." I trailed off as he lowered his mouth to my wrist and kissed where I'd pointed. I was sure he couldn't even see my scar in the darkness, but he pressed his lips to my skin. I pulled my arm to me, pulled him to me as I scooted back on the bed, leaning back on my elbows. "Somehow, I think you win in the scars department," I said, grinning nervously. "Oh, well, I guess it's time for my prize, then," he replied, nudging me until I lay flat. He ranged himself over me, and I ran my hands up his arms, the muscles there corded as he held himself above me. My fingers trailed over the smaller scars on his chest, and he brought his head down to mine, placing kisses on my forehead, the tip of my nose, and my mouth. I thought he would stop there, but he continued down, down my neck to my chest, where he reached around my body to unclasp my bra and slide it off my body. I reached down to him as he moved lower, touching whatever was nearest: shoulders, arms, the top of his head. When he stopped at my belly button, I froze, nervous. He felt me still and looked up at me. "Are you okay?" he asked. He rested his chin just below my belly button, and the pressure made my stomach flutter. "I think so," I whispered, my voice suddenly gone. He lifted his head and kissed where his chin had been, and then reached down to unbutton my jeans. When he slid them down my hips, down my legs, I grew restless, and tugged his shoulders. I could feel his jeans slide over my skin as he crawled up my body; his fly was undone, but he was still wearing his pants. The sensation of the rough fabric made me feel a bit bolder, and I brought my legs up on either side of his body, pushing the jeans down and off of him. "Well, aren't you just the helpffff... God..." he trailed off as I ground my hips up at him, pressing myself against his warm, now-freed cock. "Please," I whimpered. "Now..." "Since you asked so nicely," he chuckled, reaching down to run his finger up the length of my slit to the small bump at the top. When I shuddered in surprise, gasped, I found he'd positioned himself right at the entrance to me, just brushing against my slick skin. I moved just a bit, just enough to bring the tip of his cock inside me. "Now?" he whispered hoarsely. I nodded, and he leaned down to kiss me, to thrust his tongue into my mouth as he slid inside me with a single stroke that had me whimpering into his mouth. He didn't pull out right away, but rather settled deeper inside of me, pausing for a moment before beginning to slip out. My hips seemed to follow him, rock up towards him, not wanting to let him leave, but then he was there again, filling, thrusting, and my knees slid up on either side of him. I ran my fingers over his face and down his neck. I could see in the shadows the road map of scars that covered part of his chest, and ran my fingers over them lightly. I could feel his breathing starting to speed up, and dug my fingers into his shoulders, pulling him closer. I could see the dark half-moon impressions my near-nonexistent fingernails had left in his skin. Then his pubic bone started to press against my clit and I hardly saw anything, my body sliding against his, my back arching as I felt myself start to shudder around him. Every muscle in my body was clenching, and each time his cock moved inside me caused a new ripple, a new moan, a new shiver up my spine. I could see his eyes watching mine, and then they closed as I felt him spill into me, the liquid heat streaming out of him as everything inside me relaxed. He stayed inside of me, rolling carefully to one side so that I was half-leaning, half-lying on him. Everything in me felt raw and melted and absolutely perfect. I started to run my fingertips over his chest again and he grabbed my hand and placed it flat on his chest, so that I could feel his racing heart slowing slightly. "Easy there, you. Trying to kill me here?" "Well, you know what they say," I murmured, my flattened hand starting to move lower. "No; what do they say?" I slid my leg over him, straddling his warm body and leaned forward, whispering into his mouth. "Chicks dig scars." Scars She rushed to class, although it didn't begin for another half hour, she just wanted to make sure that she got her usual seat in the back of the classroom. She was tall, with long dark hair that flowed to her elbows and floated behind her as she walked to her building. Her skin was mocha colored, but her cheeks were rosy from the cold biting at her, and her finger pale grasping at her messenger bag at her side. She rarely looked up, if she saw someone walking in the opposite direction she would bow her head and stare and the ground until they had passed each other by. If by chance she did happen to glance up, people were usually dazzled by her sparkling blue almond shaped eyes. However these instances were rare, as she was shy, and rarely spoke to anyone unless she needed to or if they spoke to her first. She liked going unnoticed, which was why she was usually the first to show up for class, she would sit in her corner, unseen by the students filling in as class was about to begin. She would spend the time catching her breath from all her rushing, and warming her hands, nose, and full dark pink lips against her cup of hot chocolate. After class, she would be the first to rush out, or she would wait as the classroom emptied and then slip out. Today seemed to be just like any other day, she had bought her usual cup of hot chocolate at the student concession stand, and she was walking up the stairs, down the hall, and into her classroom when something made her tense up. Someone was already there. It was a boy in her class, she had noticed him before, and thought him very handsome. He seemed a bit odd to her though, despite the freezing cold, this boy always wore the same black hoodie with tattered jeans. He had dark blonde hair, and warm hazel eyes, which she noticed the week before when he had turned to pass her the handouts for class. She remembered how furiously she had blushed when he smiled at her that day, and she meekly smiled back. Now she walked tensely to her usual seat, unsure of why he was here so early. He sat a row up and a seat over from her spot, as he noticed her walking in he turned and smiled at her, pulling off his headphones which were blaring heavy metal music. She almost lost her step as she returned the smile and struggled to maintain composure until she was able to sit down. As she sat unbundling her jacket, she realized he had turned in his chair to talk to her, panic started to build up in her stomach, was he going to talk to her? "So have you given any thought to the project that we're getting today?" he asked as he toyed with a lip ring that was at the left corner of his mouth. In truth, she had tried not to think about it. She detested group projects because regardless who she got stuck with, she ended up doing a brunt of the work. However, this time was going to be especially difficult for her because she would have to find a partner on her own rather than be assigned one. "No, not really... Kind of dreading it actually," she blushed at her own honesty, not sure why she had confided that in him. "Yea, I know what you mean," he chuckled. He had the most brilliant smile, she sat a little dazed by it, when she shot back to reality as he stuck out his hand. "My name is Robby by the way," he beamed at her. "My name is Beth," she reached out her own slightly trembling hand. She felt surge run through her as their hands touched. "Wow your hands are freezing, it must still be pretty bad out there. Here, let me help," he then enveloped her hand in both of his. He started rubbing them on either side up her wrist pulling up the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "No wonder, you've got a ring on almost every finger. Nice though, moonstones and opals?" he asked looking up at her. "Yea, they were all gifts, they're my favorite colors," she said somewhat dazed. She had never really held a boy's hand, while she had boyfriends in the past, they were unromantic and usually very serious yet thoughtful, however not one had managed to leave her without chipping off another piece of her heart, partly why she chose to seclude herself from others. However, this boy seemed to have some sort of magnetism that was drawing her to him. As he warmed her hands, she almost wanted to let herself be pulled in, but then the fear of past heartaches shot through her and brought her back to her senses, she shot her now warm hand back towards her and used to warm the other. "Thank you, it was very thoughtful of you to do that," she said quickly. A look of hurt or rejection shot across his face, and she immediately wished she could have just accepted his kindness. "I'm surprised you knew what stones they were, most people just think they're costume jewelry," she said trying to draw attention to something else. At that his smile returned. "I always liked the way they looked, especially the blue ones like yours. My mom used to favor onyx," he smiled thoughtfully. They went on chatting, Robby eventually got up and moved to the seat next to Beth, which threw her off for a moment, however she was immediately comforted by his smile and their continued lively conversation. They almost didn't realize that class was starting until the professor was asking everyone to pair off for the project. Beth tensed up as she realized that now she had to face talking to some people in search of a partner, when she caught the grin on Robby's face as he stuck out his hand, "Partners?" She smiled, and felt waves of relief wash over her, "Sure, sounds great", she answered. They talked and decided to meet at her apartment, which also troubled Beth, knowing her room mate would have a field day upon knowing they were expecting a guest, especially since she had mentioned this particular boy to her before. Hopefully her room mate would not embarrass her too much. As class ended, everyone filed out and Beth lagged hoping to be the last one out, however Robby stood next to her waiting. "I'm done with classes for today, if you don't have anything else to do, maybe we could get some lunch or just hang out, or I could walk you home if you like," he looked at her expectantly, he felt the muscles in his stomach clenching as he waited for her response. He had noticed her the first day of class, she was so beautiful, and he had been waiting for an opportunity to talk to her. He felt anxious today, he had come earlier and earlier to every class after the first, hoping to talk to her before too many people arrived, and today he had succeeded. He didn't usually talk to girls, but from the minute he talked to her he felt at ease, but now, a slight fear that she might not want to hang out with him gripped him as he waited for her to answer. "Ummm, I was just gonna take the bus home, I live pretty far off campus, and its too cold to walk..." Beth was stunned, she hadn't expected him to want to spend so much time with her. "But, on second thought, how about we grab some lunch at the Student Center?" Robby felt himself relax, "Sounds great," and he offered her his hand. She looked at it startled for a minute and then took it, surprised that he didn't let go once she was on her feet. They walked hand in hand all the way to the Student Center, and despite the freezing cold, her hand remained warm inside his. She felt a slight bounce in her step, something that had been missing for a while. They talked and had a long lunch together, both reluctant to part ways. Eventually he escorted her to her bus and watched as it pulled away. Both a little sad, but both grinning from ear to ear. In the weeks that followed, they grew closer, and eventually ended up spending every day together. He would walk her from one class to the other, even if it meant he was late to his own. He would always meet her in the morning, with a smile and her cup of hot chocolate in hand, and she had grown so comfortable, that she began greeting him with a hug. One day, as they sat waiting for class to begin, he sat staring at her as she explained the notes to him from a previous class. He barely noticed what she said, as he thought about how cute she looked sitting with one hugged against her chest in her desk, and holding her cup of hot chocolate with both hands trying to warm up. He could no longer resist, he leaned in as she was in the middle of her sentence, and kissed her softly. She tensed up, but only for a moment and then she closed her eyes savoring the feel of his lips. He lingered, loving how soft her tongue felt against his and tasting her hot chocolate on her lips. They heard someone else enter the class room and immediately shot back to reality, a fierce blush rising in both their faces. "I'm sorry... I-" he started, but she cut him off by reaching for his hand and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled, reassured that he hadn't caused any awkwardness and relieved that she hadn't slapped him or worse. Later that week, Beth was rushing about her apartment, cleaning as best she could. Her room mate being somewhat merciful had gone home for the weekend so that Beth and Robby could enjoy a movie night alone. It was the least she could do after embarrassing her first few times he had been over to visit. She and Robby had finished their project, and decided to get together to celebrate their good grade. Many had noticed a change in her, she smiled more, and she cracked jokes and laughed. Her room mate was glad to see the side of her that had been dormant for so long, which was another reason she had decided to give Beth a weekend alone. Beth was just about to sit and wait when there was a knock at the door, she ran toward it, leapfrogging over the coffee table. She flung it open, and there stood Robby with a goofy grin holding a box of pizza in one hand, and a bag of movies in the other. "Hey hun!" squealed Beth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, savoring the ring in the corner of his mouth. "Hey beautiful, mind if I come in and set things down?" he laughed, as she had seemingly forgotten that he was holding everything. As they settled on the couch after eating and began watching the first movie, they snuggled closely together under a blanket. As the evening went on, they ended up lying down on the couch, spooning, Beth lavishing the warmth, and Robby loving the scent of her long dark hair. In the middle on the third movie, he realized that she had fallen asleep. She was already in her pjs, so he softly kissed her cheek, nuzzled her neck and took one last breathe of her hair before slowly getting up. He then carefully wrapped her in the blanket, and carried her to her room. She snuggled against his chest, and clutched onto his hoodie as he carried her. He couldn't help but smile, she was absolutely adorable. She finally woke as he set her down on the bed and kissed her forehead. "Wha?—Are you leaving?" she asked sleepily. "Yes baby, you knocked out during the movie, so I figured I'd tuck you in and head out," he smiled as she rubbed her eyes. "Don't go, stay here, please?" she implored as she reached out for his hand. He was taken aback, he hadn't expected such a request, but didn't hesitate in his response. "Ok baby, scoot over!" he laughed as he picked up the blanket to slide into bed next to her. She beamed at him, as she wiggled to the middle of the bed. They snuggled close, Robby holding her tightly against him, savoring this new experience. She had nestled her head on his shoulder, and had one arm across his chest, and cradled his shoulder with the other. She hadn't felt so secure for the longest time, she tilted her head back to look up at him. He smiled, and leaned down for a kiss as he gingerly caressed her cheek. One kissed melded into another, they had readjusted and she was now straddling him as she kissed him deeply, every so often savoring his lip ring. He softly cradled her hips, and had hooked his thumbs into the lining of her pj pants and panties. He felt himself getting hard, and mad a move to get up before Beth could notice, but she pinned him back down before he could. She began grinding against him, making him groan as he grew harder. "Beth do you know what you're doing to me?" he asked, not really sure he cared about the answer at the moment. "I have an idea," she smiled deviously. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her earnestly. "I'm sure," she said as kissed him gently to reassure him. She then went to remove her shirt, slowly revealing her breasts. He quickly sat upward as the shirt was halfway over her head, serving to secure her arms above her head as well as a blindfold, and giving him an unobstructed view of her voluptuous breasts. He kissed her tentatively, then kissed down her neck, slowly making his way to her breasts. He slowly released her arms, allowing her to completely remove her shirt as he began suckling one breast. He rested one hand on her hip, and ran the other up her back sending a chill down her spine. He felt her tremble, and began to suck the other breast, willing them to become as excited as he was. She cradled his head, running her fingers through his hair as she leaned back to offer him a better angle, inadvertently rubbing his girth over her mound making her moan as she felt herself becoming wet. She reached down to grab the bottom of his hoodie, and pulled it off together with his shirt, momentarily breaking the contact between his warm read lips and her erect nipples. She ran her hands down his back, and then back up to rub his shoulders, she began grinding against him again as she steadied herself on his shoulders. He instantly unlatched himself from her breasts, and engulfed her in a bear hug as the shock of pure pleasure ripped through him, she held still for a moment, and smiled as he nestled his head between her breasts. She cradled his head, and began rocking again. He left his arms locked around her, almost to ensure himself that this was real, and that if he let go he would wake up from this wonderful dream. However, once he was reassured that it was he slowly let go and leaned back to enjoy the sight of this beautiful girl in front of him. Her eyes were closed, and she wore a serene smile as she gently rocked back and forth. He then grabbed her waist and gently lifted her off of him so that he may lay her down next to him. She lay there, biting her lower lip, unsure of what would happen next. "Don't do that, there's no need to be nervous sweet heart," he said as he leaned down to kiss her so that she would cease nibbling on her own lip. He then kneeled next to her, placing one arm on either side of her and began kissing his way down her stomach. Her muscles twitched as he reached the top of her pj pants. He then slowly pulled them off together with her panties. She flushed, as she was now completely exposed to him, she went to reach for the blanket to cover herself, but he stopped her. "Don't--, you're beautiful hun," he said as he stared deeply into her eyes. They had never agreed on this compliment he paid her every so often. She wasn't as thin as most girls, but she wasn't very heavy either, however she never felt that she was very beautiful. However, at that moment she finally believed that what he said was true. She gave a weak smile and relaxed as he continued to kiss his way down. It was then that he noticed them, thin white lines streaking across one leg. He ran a finger over them, and then looked up at her questioningly. "Baby, what are these from?" She shot up again, and hugged her knees to her chest so that the scars were out of sight. Tears began forming in her eyes, she had gotten so carried away, she had forgotten about them and failed to hide them. "Please don't look at them? I made them... I promise you that I haven't done it in years. I'm not the same person I was then. It's just, I was focused so much on the pain in my heart that I needed to feel something else. But I'm not that girl anymore," she wept, and began to tremble sure that he would want nothing to do with her, as many others hadn't once they learned of her past shame. Instead she was startled by his gentle caress on her calf, and she finally looked him in the eye and was surprised to see care and empathy. "What hurt you so badly, hun?" he whispered. "I gave him everything... But in the end, it wasn't enough, and he said that he had found someone else that could make him happy. I used to see them every so often. He held her close and smiled in a way he had never done with me. I was with him for so long, and I cared for him so much. But in the end, it didn't matter because I just wasn't good enough for him." She swallowed hard, knowing that he would surely find her pitiful now and leave. Instead, she felt him tugging on her scared leg. "No baby, you were better than him. He was just too blind to see how lucky he really was." He carefully pulled her leg out, so that the scarred thigh was exposed once more. He grit his teeth, angry that anyone would hurt her that way, and felt hot tears welling up as he ran his fingers over them. He leaned down and kissed them tenderly. He then got off the bed, kneeling next to her on floor. When he finally looked up, she was surprised by his tear streaked cheeks and a look of complete seriousness on his face. "I can't promise that I won't hurt you, because no one is perfect and we all make mistakes. But I can promise that I will try not to, and if I do, I'll do anything to make it right. These past couple of weeks have been absolutely amazing, and when I picture my future, I see you in it..." He paused, taking her hand in both of his the way he did the first day he talked to her. He was afraid as he finally realized the truth of what he was feeling, and looked up at her sweet face knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was real. "Beth, I love you." Beth stared at him in shock. Her heart seemed to have stopped beating. As his words sank in, she realized that she felt the same and knew that things would be different this time. "I love you too, Robby." She turned so that her legs hung off the side of the bed on either side of him, cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him softly. He reached up and wiped away her tears. He wanted her more than ever. "Lie back baby," he told her, and she obliged. He then grabbed her scarred leg, cradling her ankle, and began kissing his way up her calf, kissing the back of her knee, and then circling up towards the scars making sure to kiss each one. He slung the leg over his shoulder and began to kiss down her inner thigh. He could see that she was wet, and he paused, lingering in between her legs inhaling her sweet scent. He then leaned in and kissed her nether lips. She gasped, and reached down to run her fingers through his hair. He slowly slipped his tongue between her lips, lapping slowly from the bottom to the top. She moaned louder as he swept over her tender nub. He felt himself grow hard again as she wrapped her legs around his head. He then focused his assault on her pleasure button, and slowly slipped a finger inside her, she screamed out in pleasure. She was so tight, he would have to warm her up. He could feel the warm, wet, velvet glove grasping his finger as he pumped her faster, all the while lavishing his tongue on her sensitive nub. Then he felt her begin to convulse around his finger, he removed it, delving his tongue in. A few moments later, she exploded, her sweet nectar rushing into his mouth and down his chin. He lapped away until he felt her tremors die down. He lifted his head, looking up at her, she lay there, trying to catch her breath as she came down from her high. He smiled and kissed her inner thigh as he rose to stand between her legs. She looked up at him and smiled as she sat up. She hugged him around his waist, smiling up at him. She then nuzzled his stomach as she began to unbutton his pants, she pulled them off along with his boxers. She gasped, he was bigger than she imagined, much bigger than anyone she had been with. She looked up at Robby, unsure of her next move. He saw her hesitation, and thought perhaps that his relief would have to come another night, when she timidly wrapped her slightly shaking around it. She bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes, as if praying, although the feeling of her lips making contact with his head was completely sinful. She opened her lips around it, and took it into her soft wet mouth, lapping her tongue under the head. Robby closed his eyes, lost in the waves of pleasure that Beth was sending through him. She tenderly cupped his balls, and began messaging them, rubbing them with the palm of her hand and then rubbing circles around them with her warm fingers. She was sucking him a little harder now, slowly taking him in. She had taken half of him in when he hit the back of her throat. She was unused to this, and dared not try to take more in. With her other hand she began gently jerking him off in sync to her bobbing head. Robby was lost in the euphoria that Beth had created for him. He felt heat bubbling from his core, and knew it wouldn't be long before he erupted. Scars He carefully got her to lie back, he looked at her, lying out before him. He leaned over her, his lips gently nuzzling her neck, she reached down and guided him in. He went slowly, letting her adjust to his girth. Beth let out a slow soft moan, and once she felt comfortable enough, she wanted more and began bucking up against him. He stood still though, enjoying the fact that she wanted him, and adored the way she tried in vain to get him to rock against her by tugging on his hips. He finally gave into her, and began gently rocking against her, going a little deeper each time. She wrapped her legs around him, and lung to his neck as he began to pound her, she screamed out in ecstasy. Robby savored every minute, the louder she screamed the harder he pounded her. They were both close, however tried to prolong it as much as possible. Beth felt her core tightening, and then she burst, waves of pleasure washing all over her body. Not more then a second later Robby exploded as well, his back arched and they were both still as they slowly descended from their heavenly high. They both snuggled up together on the bed, Beth laid her head on Robby's chest, listening as his heartbeat grew slower and more rhythmic. All was finally right in her world, as it had never been before. "Good night my love," sighed Robby as he began to drift off tightening his clutch on her. "Good night Robby," whispered Beth as she nuzzled against him and finally drifted off. Scars and Fingerprints Hi guys... This is another old one of mine. I don't really have anything new because there's been too much real life of late. But I've received a number of PM's, Feedbacks, and general comments looking for information... So hopefully those of you who wrote me anonymously will get this. I'm still here. After the semester is over I'll put more out as soon as I can. But for now be patient with me. I'll finish everything I started... Promise. For now, here's a token. And keep a look out cuz Mira is coming soon too... I'm just about through the next chapter. And if you get a chance go vote on the Readers' Choice Awards! * * * * * * So I'm in the shower and it's all in my mind. I sit naked and cross legged on the tiled floor with curtains all around me and scalding water beating on my head and back. I pull needles from my skin and resew stitches that have begun to break. The water runs clear from the spigot over me washing inside my scars and fingerprints and into my ears. There it can sear away the filth that has been left in my mind rotting away at me until it falls in yellow puss rivulets to the tiled floor. The tiles, once white, are now green with mildew fed from the fetid water and decorated with thick rusted needles. He left. Fine he left. Said it was my fault. I agreed. But only to him. I can't blame myself. There was more to it than that. So much more. But that's the way it goes. He's over and done with me and I sit here rotting. Waiting for the scar tissue around the hole in my mind (where all of the things I believed about him have been distorted, warped, changed and ripped out) to harden. Waiting for the scars across my torn fingerprints to close and fade into one of the many lines that say so much without speaking. He worked his way into my fingerprints. Fingerprints do change. They are lives. You can read a fortune upon them and, if you follow the curves, distinguish individual pain. Fingerprints burn and cry and bleed longer, harder than eyes ever could. I wash them daily, my scars and fingerprints. Caress them. Sometimes I see him. Just long enough that he can thrust himself back into my life. Long enough for the wound to be torn farther to add bacteria to the contaminated flesh. I sit in the shower for hours crying the water that consumes me, wrinkles my fingerprints, and pinks my skin beyond the soft white naivety that it normally blushes. Cleaning doesn't help. Much. I am no nurse though the shower, as such, is my hospital. Perhaps I should let them be. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like old friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he's there. Then there's light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over me. Let the water pour. Clean and hot and desensitizing, destroying prints and calluses, burning away bacteria, boiling needles to the surface of my skin. Mindless, hopeless activity. I sit in the shower without forgiven and need and lust and longing. The scars will never vanish. Never fade completely. But remind me of the torture of trust, the fool who gives over. The emptiness that follows desire. All of it written in stitches across the scars and curves of fingerprints from homemade thread and sewn with the needles that were thrown at me. I say you must move on because the only way to live is for yourself. But the mirror doesn't believe me. It remembers how he said he'd die for me and believes that there is another way. Still, it knows that he read my hands and prints and strategically placed the needles he made. Acupuncture for relationships. He said that it was for me. He cared. But too many of the needles were painful. I ignored the scars they left until they were too deep to heal overnight. The needles sunk into my skin, tore up my arm and entered the cavity where I hid my mind and desire and hope and belief. There they ripped a hole and told him how to hurt me. Then they stayed, made a home. Set up residence and prospered pricking at my senses until I didn't know how to leave. They lived off my mind and indecision and unknowing. They changed my prints. He wanted to leave. He left. Upon leaving he withdrew most of the needles. Took them with him. Trophies on his wall. Safe for the next person he would die for. Leaving my prints to scar over. Staying around just long enough to reinsert strategic needles. Rip the hole in my mind agape. Keep the mind wound open and fresh and bleeding. This scar will remain long after my prints have taken on new identity.