0 comments/ 6430 views/ 0 favorites At Last Ch. 01 By: snsualbbw There’s a knock at my door. I answer it, and smile when I see that it is you. I’m so happy that I finally get to hang out with you in person. We look each other up and down, yes we like what we see. Everything is good. I invite you in to sit on my couch and ask if you’d like anything to drink. After getting your drink, I sit on the other end of the couch. You see, I have become rather shy finally being in your presence. We chat for a while and I get up to get my drink. I come back to the living room and smile at you. You give a half smile back. I find it challenging that this whole time you have not once really smiled. Suddenly, I kneel before you and place my hands on your knees. Your eyes widen in surprise and I smile wickedly. I see I have your attention now. We have had enough small talk for now. My hands glide up your thighs and I draw myself closer; looking into your face, my gaze darting from your eyes to your lips. Feel my hands my fingers lightly caressing your inner thighs and out again before you can get too used to it. I lift myself up to straddle you and our faces are inches from each other and I drop a kiss on your chin and trail a path to your ear. Nibble on the lobe, and lightly trace the outline with my tongue. I sigh as I feel your hands at my waist, stroking up and down on my back every stroke leads lower and lower to my ass. I like that. I trail kisses back along your jaw line and my tongue slips out to tease your lower lip, catching it between my teeth. Our eyes meet with a heated glance seconds before our mouths meet for the first time. A mewling sound escapes from my throat…I do love kissing. Your lips are so nice and soft. There is no other option except to open our mouths and deepen the kiss ever so slightly. I sit up and you follow trying to catch my retreating mouth. Instead you trail kisses down my neck and I bring your hands to my breasts while my hands delve into your sweet, soft hair. We move to the lushly carpeted floor both of us still on our knees. Our lips meet again for a sweet, long, sensuous kiss. Feel my hands on your ass, caressing and squeezing it. I reach for something on a nearby chair and lean back out of our kiss. You open your eyes lazily and view the contents of my hand. I look at you questioningly and you nod slightly, an excited gleam in coming into your eyes. You willingly close them as I firmly tie the blindfold into place. Then you feel my hands caressing your chest and the buttons of your shirt being undone. You only feel a slight chill as the shirt is peeled back, so your goose bumps must have to do with the other sensations coursing through your body. I push your shirt down to your elbows and caress back up your arms. My mouth can’t resist the skin laid bare before it, and I quickly lick the pulse at the base of your neck, trailing kisses after that all over your chest in a downward pattern. I can only assume from your breathing that what I am doing is agreeable to you. My hands and mouth are having so much fun exploring your upper body that it is only when my hand accidentally brushes the hardness your manhood, that it realizes what is being left out. We have to remedy that right away. I untuck your shirt and remove it fully from your body. I kiss you again and then follow the natural line of your stomach to the waistline of your pants. I dip my tongue down below and playfully nip and kiss the areas I find before I lift my head and unbutton your jeans. Ah, you are wearing underwear…what a shame. Oh well, only one more barrier for me to remove. My fingers lightly caress the rigid shape outlined underneath the fabric. You shiver in anticipation. I tell you to lay down, and then proceed to take off your shoes, socks, and jeans. As each piece is removed from your body it is discarded. I lean back to revel in the sight of your near naked body and inhale deeply… …TO BE CONTINUED At Last Ch. 02 I look at you lying on the floor, clad only in your underwear and the blindfold covering your eyes; I can hardly believe that you are here. For three years I have only dreamed of having you in front of me to do with as I wish...three long years of longing and exchange of words are about to become reality; I close my eyes, sigh, and lick my lips in anticipation. My hand trembles as I reach out, leaning over to place it on your thigh. You hear my breathing moments before you feel the pressure of my lips on yours. My hand has taken a detour in order to fully evaluate the treasure that has so far remained hidden. Touching your throbbing prick makes me shudder; I've waited so long to do this. My hand cradles your shaft and rubs up and down through your underwear as our tongues mingle. You gasp as I squeeze tighter around your head and run my thumb over the wet spot at the tip. You turn your head and buck your hips at the jolt of pleasure that runs through you. I take my cue and start down your body once more with a single-minded purpose: I must have that cock! I am using both of my hands to relieve you of your underwear as I make my way down your chest. Stopping briefly to lick your stomach and enjoy the reflex it causes. Your final barrier has been removed and there you are in all your hard glory. Your turgid member twitches at the change; it yearns to be touched by a female hand, I can tell. I can feel your heat as I kiss my way to the side of your swollen dick. You run your fingers through my hair in an effort to force my lips in contact with it but I will not be swayed! I don't care how much you beg; I know what I want and you know that I like to tease; you also know that the wait will be worth it. Feel the contrast between my soft cheek and your hot tumescence as I trail kisses over to your thigh. I look up at you, while my hand is fondling your sac and decide to put you out of your misery. With my hand still caressing your balls, I extend my tongue and touch the base of your cock taking one long lick up the shaft; then swirling a pointed tip around the head just under the rim. I then go back to the base and swirl my tongue around and up the shaft, stopping when I reach the head and using the falt of my tongue to sweep across the head. Giving it a brief kiss, I go back down the shaft wrapping my lips around and suckling the sides of your stiff rod. But I still need to taste you! I have been so involved in teasing your prick that I haven't even looked at you, but as I raise my eyes I see that you have removed the blindfold and are now watching me; waiting for that glorious moment when I take you fully into my mouth. (END PART TWO FOR CHRIS) We share a grin and I dip my head back down with the intent of giving you a good lashing. My tongue snakes out and over the head of your cock again; curling over it and probing your hole for a moment. God, I so want you in me! I take the head into my mouth while my hand grips your shaft. Feel my tongue flicking you. All too soon I release the head and lick the shaft again; going down and sucking the balls one by one into my hot, moist mouth. I love your cock! It's so big; thick and meaty. I lick up again and with a quick glance at your face I open wide and take as much as I can into the wet cavern of my mouth. Your eyes roll back and you groan loudly in ecstasy. This is what I have always said I would do; this is what I have described to you over and over and asked you to imagine me doing for the longest time. I'm finally here, between your legs with your cock stuffed in my mouth. You look at my lips wrapped around your meat, my head bobbing up and down, and you close your eyes to concentrate on the slippery friction that is pushing you higher and higher. It's almost more than you can stand. Feel me moving up and down on you, twisting my head from side to side to increase your enjoyment. I am so getting off on having you under me to taste and to please. My hand is pumping in a steady rhythm and my head is continuing it's up and down momentum. "Oh fuck," you gasp, "ahhhhh." How much longer can you hold out, I wonder. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask as I continue jacking you with my hand. "No," you struggle, "I want to come in your mouth first. We've got all night for other places, right?" And with that my mouth descends over your glans again; sucking and pumping, tickling your balls. Slick, wet, friction on your shaft. Your balls start to tingle and you know you're close. As I continue worshipping your cock, the tingling starts to spread through your body. Oh God, oh shit! You know you're going to lose it soon. A few more pumps, a tight squeeze, and you're gone; your body tenses and tightens, your eyes roll back, and you let loose with a primal growl and unload; spewing your hot liquid down my throat over and over again. You just keep coming, squirting again and again, and I hold on for dear life swallowing every last drop. Finally I collapse beside you and look at you in the aftermath of your ecstasy while catching my breath. At Last Ch. 02 Although they were both rather asocial people in general, the knowledge that it would be a long time before they would see each other again made it hard to say good-bye. Li stood there, watching as BJ got in line and went through the security checkpoints, and remained until he disappeared beyond the machines and people. The drive home felt strangely lonesome. Normally, it was her mini-vacation, the only time she was really alone. Instead of enjoying it, she sat in silence, her mind full of thoughts of BJ. "You're turning into such a girl," she finally muttered to herself before turning on the radio. Li didn't know it yet, but BJ had gone home with her cum soaked panties in his luggage. He wasn't sure how she'd react if she knew, but he couldn't resist. After her shower the following morning, she'd tossed her undies into the laundry. Normally, he was still asleep, but he'd noticed she always showered early in the morning. So he'd snuck into the laundry room when nobody was around and grabbed them. Only one of BJ's roommates was home when he got back. He took his bag into his room and opened it on his bed. Everything smelled like Li. He didn't wear cologne or use products with fragrance, so it was easy for her perfume and natural scent to cling to his things. Her thong was releasing the smell of her and it seemed to gradually take over his room. He'd meant to put it in a Ziploc bag or something, but instead he found himself standing there, staring blankly at it as he thought of her. The scent of it moved over him like a seductive fog. Although he'd planned on unpacking, putting his things away, grabbing something to eat, and playing a game, instead he thought of Li. It was kind of weird to him that she was his girlfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man in five years, and not because nobody had been interested. A lot of guys had been attracted to her, but after dealing with some horrible and unusual tragedies, she'd been determined never to be in a romantic relationship again. He didn't get why he was so special. Li thought it was "hot" when BJ rambled about things he'd learned back in school when he was getting his degree, while most girls thought it was boring. Most girls wanted quality time to be something extravagant or romantic in the way movies often are... Li was happy to curl up with him while he read her comic books and used different voices for the characters. She was a sweet girl and he still didn't understand how her ex could have treated her so badly. He hoped that eventually, she would feel completely safe and comfortable with him. As he'd stood there, thinking of her, his dick had gotten hard. He picked up her thong, pressing it to his face. Its sweet scent filled his lungs and he thought about the feel of her soft hands on him. He thought about the way it had felt to have her slapping his balls. He dropped down onto his knees, in the middle of the room, still inhaling the smell of her pussy. He remembered the way it tasted as he licked her fingers, and he put them into his mouth to see if the taste was still there, trapped in the cotton. It wasn't strong, but it was there. He suddenly remembered that he'd promised to call her when he got home. She'd insisted on it, saying she wanted to know that he was okay. So sweet. He groped for his cell phone and called. "Hi, Pookie." She answered with a cheerful tone. "How was your flight?" BJ stumbled through his words, and she could tell immediately that something was wrong. It took her a minute or so to figure out what it was. "Ah... BJ, are you on your knees?" She knew he got on his knees when he needed to handle his business. "Yea..." he said answered. "What got you... excited?" Li asked curiously. "Just thinking of you, and how sweet you are... and what we did," he answered, carefully omitting the part about the scrap of cloth he was clutching to his face. "Aww... I miss you, BJ." She purred into the phone. He could hear her moving around, puttering through something. "What... what are you doing? It's noisy." BJ was easily put off by noise. "Getting my little friend," she responded. She got onto the bed and turned on her vibrator. He could faintly hear its hum. "You're going to use 'BOB'?" He asked, a little more turned on. "Why?" "Thinking of you over there on your knees, stroking your little dick, fantasizing about us... that's pretty hot," she replied. She loved the mental image this produced for her. She would have to make him jack off for her one day. Maybe he could shoot all over her chest and lick it off. "Stroking my little dick?" he said, starting to do it, a little Vaseline on his hand. He applied more so she could hear him, knowing how she enjoyed the sounds. She moaned for him. "Yea... on your knees, in front of me." She said, setting a scene. "I'm using my vibrator- not BOB, a new one. A bigger one." "Bigger?" he whined, stroking faster. He loved thinking of her using something large on herself. His other hand started to drop as he got distracted. He immediately brought the lace trimmed cotton back to his face, inhaling deeply. "Definitely bigger. Maybe I'll name it Big BOB. Long and thick, and maybe the kind that looks real. A realistic black vibrator." BJ groaned, imagining her sliding this large black toy into her. "Mmm, it's stretching me all out. When you fuck me, my pussy will be so stretched out, I won't even be able to feel your pathetic little dick." "All stretched out?" he panted. His hand moved faster, and she could hear the delicious sound of it. "Oh, yea... I'm getting all big and loose from this huge thing. You'll never be able to satisfy me now. You'll just have to take care of yourself while I use my vibrator." "But what about me?" he whimpered. "Don't I get to fuck you?" "Why would I want you when I could have a huge toy? You can watch, I mean... I like you so much, and you're a sweet boy. You'll take care of me and buy me toys to pummel my pussy." "I get to watch because I take care of you?" BJ asked, consumed by the image of a large toy filling her up. "Yesss... " She said, her vibrator resting on her clit. "You just watch, watch and stroke that little thing while I cum..." He gritted his teeth as he heard her warning, knowing she was about to release. She cried out enthusiastically, and he had to stop moving a moment to make sure he didn't let go, too. She wasn't done yet, and he knew she'd be angry if he came. She cooed his name as she groaned. "Come clean me, bitch." She said it softly, tenderly. It was a term of endearment, used only for these conversations. "Lick all of my cum up. Lick me clean and get me wet again. Suck my cum off my toy, too." "I have to... suck..." his voice trailed off, and she could hear the sound of his hand stroking his flesh. "If you ever want me to let you cum again, then yes. Take it in your mouth and suck." She snapped. "Hurry up." BJ's breath was hard and fast when he answered. "Done, I'm done. Please may I cum?" "No way. If you cum, I'll kick you in the balls." Li answered casually. "Just kneel there and play with your little dick like a good little boy. Now that my pussy's been all stretched out, I need to put this somewhere else nice and tight. There's only one place I can think of..." BJ whined. "Your ass? No please, not your ass..." "Why not? I don't let you anywhere near it. I mean, if you could make me cum, I'd think about it... but with that tiny dick? Now, I want you in front of me, sucking my pussy. Get me nice and juicy again, and then you can rub some of that onto my tight little ass. I need to be really lubed up for this huge thing. You should lick my ass, too." He groaned at the idea. "I thought you wouldn't let me near that?" "Well, you can do that much, just this once. Since I won't let you fuck my ass, I guess I can let you suck it." She said it with a teasing tone to her voice. She was really just using this to get him over the edge. She knew she wasn't going to cum again until he did. She moved the toy so that it buzzed right at the entrance of her puffy lips. "O... Okay." His hand was moving faster, his breath in little spurts. She wiggled the toy lightly, going at the same tempo as the sounds he made. "You'd better cum, BJ... because I'm going to forget all about you once this thing is shoved up my ass. Damn, it's so huge. It hurts... I've got it pressed up against my ass now. Pushing it open..." "Yea..." he groaned, adding some inarticulate words as he listened, thinking of Li's plump ass. She'd emailed him a picture of it in a thong, and he could conjure up the image rather clearly in his imagination. Soft and wide, the skin pale and smooth. He could easily envision the cheeks parting for a huge vibrator, see it pressed up against her tight asshole, slowly pushing in. "Ung!" The moment had arrived, and Li plunged her toy into her pussy, cumming with him. "Ah!" They were quiet, other than the heavy breaths that typically follow such things. Once they had recovered, they talked a little bit. Then BJ went to do the things he'd originally planned to do. Later that week, Li's father mysteriously called her with the express intention of inviting her over for Thanksgiving. He lived about 900 miles away, and he'd never called to invite her for a visit. So this was rather unexpected. She couldn't take the time off for work, and her daughter had school. So instead, she'd arranged to visit right after Christmas. She got a week off from work, and arranged for her best friend, Tori, to take care of her daughter for two days. BJ's birthday was Christmas, and she thought it would be a nice gift to surprise him with a visit. She set aside a hundred dollars to give her friend, as well as the other things she was taking up there. Christmas was spent with her mother, and the following day, Li and her daughter were flying up to Ohio. It was a bizarre thing to enter an airport by palm trees and green grass... to exit another airport with snow. Snow! Li and her daughter, Katie, ran to the window, pressing their noses against the glass. They looked at each other with delight, pointing at the fat flakes drifting down. Li's father was behind them, waiting with amusement. "Hey! You can even touch the snow if you get a move on." Li turned and laughed. "Hi, Dad!" Katie hadn't seen him for a few years, but she still ran over and gave him a big hug. The three of them headed for the baggage claim and got their things. Li had put their coats into the luggage, so she dug them out before they went anywhere. He drove them to his new house, which was about an hour away. The next morning, they exchanged gifts and talked. It was nice to see everybody, but it didn't take long for Li to just feel worn out. She was glad she had a lot of other people to visit, which made it possible for her to leave that evening without being rude. Her father and her ex's mother each drove halfway so Li and Katie could visit everybody else. Li really wasn't thrilled about this visit, but it was worse when she found out her ex was in town. David wasn't a huge problem, but his wife was a bitch. There was no way Li was going to be at his parents' house while Dawn was there. "How about you drop us off at Leon's apartment, and when Dawn goes to visit her family, you can get us?" David's mother was convinced that Dawn had become a better person since back when Li had known her, but Li wasn't interested in finding out. "She told David he wasn't allowed to visit our child, or to send child support. Your son might be a loser for listening to her, but she was an ass for demanding it." Mary hadn't been able to argue that point, so she'd just dropped Li off at Leon's apartment. They didn't even leave their bags in the van, because Dawn had been the type of person who would do the luggage harm if she'd known whose it was. Leon had been looking forward to their visit for a while. He had few friends in the area, and they had been friends for years. "Uh, Li... before you come up... you should know that Newb is here." Newb was her nickname for Nick. It was actually "NWB", or Ninja White Boy. Before Li had sat him down for a few long discussions about it, Nick had told everybody he met that he was "a ninja". He had struggled with friends and could never get a second date until Li convinced him to simply state he was "into martial arts". Nick had adopted her as his "sister" over the years of their friendship, but had eventually said and done some stupid things she hadn't been able to forgive. It had been a few years since they last spoke. Before she could say anything, Leon said, "I know you don't want to see him, but he heard my mom say I should clean up before you got here, and he wanted to see you." "He's unarmed?" She smirked, but she was halfway serious. When Li had burned that bridge, Nick had told Leon that if he'd ever had her in his sights again... Well, after that he hadn't said a word, but Leon said he'd cocked his gun. Charming. "He said he just wanted to see you and apologize face to face." Li was very hesitant, but she shrugged, and they dragged her stuff toward his apartment. Nick chose that moment to open the door dramatically. He jumped down some steps and grabbed Li's bag. She did not let go, and they all stood there a moment. "Hey, sis." He said it as if nothing had ever changed. She tried not to glare at him. He turned to look at her daughter, who didn't remember her "Uncle Nick". That was probably for the best. "Wow, you got tall! Just like your father. Uh, let me carry this for you, sis..." Li inhaled deeply. She didn't like people doing this sort of thing, but she knew he was making an effort to be nice. So she did, too. Exhaling, she said, "Thanks, Nick." They all went in. Once everybody was inside, Leon fidgeted a few minutes, grabbing some soda for everybody. Then, he got Katie to play a video game with him so Li and Nick could chat while he pretended not to listen. "I'm sorry for how everything went down, Li. I was wrong, and even back then... I knew it." Li nodded, unwilling to say anything. She didn't see a reason to pretend it was okay. She took a sip of her soda while he looked at her, expectantly. When she didn't respond, his smile fell. "Uhm, but you know, things turned out okay, right? I mean, you look good." Li glanced at him from the corner of her eye, one of her brows raised slightly. "I'm doing quite well for myself." He squirmed a little when he realized she had nothing else to say. He looked like he was going to say something, but her phone rang. She glanced at the Caller ID. She glanced up at Nick before answering. "Hi, David." Nick stiffened. He'd made the same threat about David that he'd made about her. He started pacing while she spoke with David a minute. Hanging up, she gave Leon an apologetic smile, then looked at Nick. "David is coming over, he's already almost here." Leon immediately looked at Nick, who felt self conscious with them both staring at him. "What?" Nick asked, loudly. "Nick, man, you gonna be okay? 'Cause, you know... I don't want any trouble here." Leon said. The apartment managers didn't like him as it was. "Dude, we can hang out later." Nick shook his head. "Naw, man. What, you think I'm scared of David? I'm a new man. I'm not afraid of him anymore; I don't look up to him anymore. He's just another nigger who turned out to be a stereotype. Can't even take care of his woman and child." Li glared at him, crossing the room to stand defensively in front of her daughter, who luckily hadn't been paying attention. "Get out." Nick looked confused, then realized what he'd just said. "I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't mean anything by it. You know that, right Leon?" They looked at him silently, and Leon stonily moved to escort him to the door. "This is bullshit!" Before Leon reached the door, there was a knock. He shrugged, and then opened it. There, towering over everybody, stood the man who had abandoned Li and their daughter years ago. He waltzed in with a huge smile, trying to act like they were all friends. Nick had said he wasn't afraid of David, but he certainly looked like he was. Everybody who really knew David was afraid of him, except for Li. From her place on the floor, even Katie looked nervous. She hadn't seen him in years, but she knew who that tall dark man was. Her father had crushed her heart when he'd left. Her mom had a great boyfriend now. BJ had said he'd help her with homework and escort her to father-daughter dances. He'd cheer for her at Tae Kwon Do tournaments. All David had done was lie to her and make false promises. Li sat next to her, putting her arms around her. "Katie, it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, sweetie." Nick finally seemed to register that the world did not revolve around him. David just stood, trying to look friendly. Leon was still holding the doorknob. Katie hugged her mother, burying her face in her neck. Muffled words came out, "Then I don't want to talk to him." "Okay," Li replied. David looked pissed, but there was nothing he could say. He was muttering to himself, in his usual defensive pose- his head lowered, chest puffed out, and his hands balled into enormous fists. Li flashed back to a conversation they'd had once. She'd held up her hand, saying, "This is a hand." She'd taken his hand, and held it in both of hers. He was a very tall man, with large hands. They were long fingered, with heavy, strong knuckles and nails that were thick and slightly curved- more like talons than nails. "THIS..." and they had both laughed. That had been before he'd changed, back when he still amazed her with the beauty of his mind and heart. A lot of women think of men as their knights in shining armor. To Li, David had been King Arthur, Merlin, and Camelot, all mixed in one. Then, some crap had happened, and he had changed. Like a cancer, the things that troubled him had eaten away at him. His shell was nothing more than something that mocked her, taunting her with the memory of what had once been. She had not betrayed him, but Arthur had been slain, Camelot had fallen, and Merlin had vanished. Nick had a slight smirk on his face. David didn't know what Nick had said about him. He'd never believed Li when she told him that his friends had all spoken about him behind his back. He had never listened to the warnings Li had given him, and when everybody had turned against him, he'd accused her of being the problem. Leon caught the expression on Nick's face. While he did think that David deserved worse than being shunned by Li or Katie, he didn't find pleasure in the scene. Nick obviously did. He'd wanted David to hurt, because he had done so many horrible things to Li. He'd wanted Li to hurt, because she'd refused to leave David to be with him. "So, Nick, what were you saying before David got here?" Leon asked in a falsely friendly tone of voice. Nick looked afraid. Very afraid. David was a villain, but he thought he was the hero of every anime, martial arts flick, or role-play video game ever created. Whatever David's role was, he was prepared for war. He was strong, good at fighting, and Li had never seen him defeated. Nick knew damned well that David would wipe the floor with him. "Uh, you know. Just that David hasn't seen Li and Katie in a long time. I gotta go." Nick almost forgot his coat in his rush to get out. Leon had a satisfied look on his face as he shut the door behind Nick. He turned to David, who was still standing in the corner, oblivious. "Hey, Dave, you ever play this game?" He led David a little distance from Li and Katie, trying to keep the peace everywhere. He needed to play a video game and escape the drama! Soon, the two dark skinned men were happily shouting threats and taunts at each other, while Li and Katie watched. As Li had expected, David got a phone call. Although Li had no plan to ever touch David again, he'd cheated on Li with Dawn years ago. So it only made sense that Dawn expected karma to bite her in the ass. David went into the hallway with his cell phone, and he could be heard shouting. Leon grumbled, 'I hope nobody knows he's here with me." At Last Ch. 02 "He's not here with you. He isn't here with me, either. Is he here with you, Mommy?" Katie asked, laughing. Li and Leon looked at her, then each other, and laughed. "No, he is not." Li said. "He's not here with any of us." Eventually, David's loud voice traveled outside. Li watched as he got into a vehicle and left without saying good-bye. "Typical." With that catastrophe averted, the three of them spent some time hanging out. Li and her daughter slept on Leon's bed while he crashed in the living room. The next day, Tori came to pick them up. Tori and Li had been best friends for most of their lives, and had kids who were older than they had been when they'd met. Tori took Li shopping. BJ had once told her it got so cold in Connecticut sometimes; it could hurt your skin. Li wanted to find some good moisturizer and something pretty but warm to wear. Li's daughter was a little unhappy about not going to Connecticut, too, so Li also wanted to "bribe" her distraction with a few new video games to play while she was gone. Li sighed contentedly, walking with her best friend and their kids. It was like finally being home again. She'd missed her best friend's wedding and several other huge events because she'd been forced to flee the state. It had really hurt her heart not to be there. She picked up a black sparkly sweater and held it against her for Tori to approve or reject. "I still can't believe you're doing this, Li." Tori said, giving a thumb down. She was happy for her friend. She really wanted to see her have a happy ending after all of the horrible things Li had been through. "I mean, I didn't think you'd ever get like this about anybody again." Li smirked. She was not normally picky about her appearance or big on shopping. It was the influence BJ was having on her that was making her worry about being attractive. "I know, it's crazy. I really like him so much." Li picked up some black fuzzy earmuffs with gold glittery strands in the faux fur. "It was weird to have him come to my house, but it's even stranger to go all of the way to Connecticut." "Yea..." Tori started, looking thoughtful. "Do you remember about ten years ago, when that person stole your identity and got a traffic ticket in Connecticut?" "Yes! Remember- I ended up in jail over it, because I never even knew there was a ticket. And stupid Davi-" Li stopped herself. She didn't want to think about David, and she didn't want her daughter to overhear her. David could have bailed her out of jail, and Li would even have repaid him. The courts had taken two weeks to compare the signature on the ticket and her real one to see that they didn't even begin to match. Where had David been? Impregnating Dawn. Not that she knew at the time. Li took a deep breath. "Yea. I remember." Tori gave her a crooked smile in sympathy. She'd wanted to kick David's balls so hard that they flew over the fucking moon. He'd seemed like such a great guy in the beginning, but had turned out to be such an ass. "Do you remember what you said?" Tori asked. "You told me that you felt like there was something out there, something in Connecticut. Like you were meant to go there for some reason." "I... kind of remember that," Li said. She gazed out at nothing, trying to remember. A lot had been happening at that time, and she supposed she could have said something along those lines. "I don't remember saying much about it, but I remember feeling that way. I had the thought that it would be a really nice place to raise a family." "Li, you were talking about moving there when you left this state. You said maybe it would be a perfect new place for you. A place where you could be safe." Tori waited for Li to understand what she was saying. They didn't believe in psychics or anything silly like that, but sometimes Li said things that somehow turned out to be weirdly prophetic. Li looked at her friend quietly a moment. "Have I told you the name of his city?" "No, not yet. I mean, you wrote down the address for me in case something happened, but..." Tori answered automatically, then looked at Li curiously as she realized there must be an important reason for the question. "Why?" "He lives in New Haven." The two of them just looked at each other. "Weird coincidence, huh?" "Uhm, yea. Weird." Tori nodded. Tori's glance fell on the racks of clothes and remembered something. "Li. You don't think you guys are going to be outside a lot, do you? And if you were, you could just wear a really thick coat." Li looked at her and shrugged. "Uhm, I guess?" "I've got this shirt..." Tori was thinking of a couple of pretty tops she had at home. A friend had given them to her, but they didn't fit quite right. "I know you're still trying to lose weight, but you've really lost a lot! I think you should try this shirt. It's really cute and it's made in a way that will show off your boobs but not stick to your stomach. It's a little more girly than you used to wear, so I didn't think of it till now." They both chuckled. Li had always been something of a tomboy, but since she'd gotten involved with BJ, she'd started wearing more feminine things. Tori was quite pleased with the changes she was seeing in her friend. Li looked softer, happier. For once, Li was feeling like the attractive girl Tori had always known she was. That night, Li cuddled with her daughter. "When you wake up, I'll be in Connecticut. Auntie says you can call me the minute you're up, okay?" Her daughter pouted and nodded, trying not to fall asleep. Li had deliberately booked a late flight to make this easier on them. Once the kid was out, she carefully crept out of the bed. Hope, Tori's daughter, was still awake. "Don't worry, Li. I'll keep her busy playing those new video games, Mom will make sure she reads, and the baby and our dog will fill in the rest of the time. She won't even get a chance to miss you too much. And if she cries, I'll hug her. It's going to be okay." Li smiled and hugged Hope. "You're a good cousin." She went and put on one of the outfits Tori had loaned her. She did her makeup light, so it wouldn't get smeared or faded if she fell asleep on the plane, which would probably happen. Then, she kissed her daughter on the cheek, gently enough not to wake her. "I love you Honey Bunny." Tori's husband had offered to take her to the airport, but she didn't want to inconvenience him. His schedule was pretty hectic as it was. She grabbed the little bag she'd packed for this visit and hopped into the cab. The first flight was short. Then, she had to wait around for a while before the second one left. It was almost sunrise when they landed. She hadn't managed to doze off, after all. She was too excited. She'd never been to Connecticut before, and was full of nervous energy. She didn't know anybody there but him, so it was a little intimidating for her. Li chewed her lip as she pressed the button to call him. She hadn't even told him about the visit! It was a surprise, after all... but having arrived, she thought it probably would have been smarter to tell him. At least she knew he planned on being home. "Hi, Pookie," she said to his voice mail. He was still asleep, as it was early, but she still had a long ride to get to his place. "I need you to call me as soon as you wake up, okay? It's kind of important." She got into a cab and gave the address. She tried to take everything in, but finally dozed off in the faint light of sunrise. The girl in the back of his cab had been snoring for fifteen minutes while the cab driver listened to the radio. Then, a song drifted up from her lap, and she woke. "Pookie!" BJ spoke, groggy. "Uh, you called me early. Somebody was making noise outside and I woke up, and saw you called." "Yea? You weren't masturbating, were you?" The driver glanced at her in the rear-view mirror. "Eh?" He sounded confused. She normally didn't call him at this time of day, and she didn't usually start conversations talking about his dick. None of this sounded especially important, either. "What's up, sweetness?" "Hopefully, you." She cooed. "Uh," he responded. Since he had just woken up, he was a little hard. "Kind of." "Yea? Will you let me hear you stroke it?" She said it quietly, hoping the cab driver couldn't hear her. BJ obligingly started rubbing himself, though he was still a little sleepy and a lot confused. "I can't say anything right now, so you'll have to watch something. Go to the computer." "Now? I'm tired..." he whined, though she could hear him moving. "Now. Get up, and get your ass to the computer." In the driver's seat, the guy tried not to spit out his coffee, chuckling. Li put a finger to her lips. He smirked and nodded, waving a hand dismissively. A few minutes later, they came to a stop in front of BJ's apartment. Li got out and paid the driver, who smiled and said, "Have fun." "What was that?" BJ asked, panting into the phone. He had Li's thong pressed against his face with one hand, and his dick in the other. "Just some guy. You know you're not allowed to cum, right?" He groaned at her, his hand gripping his throbbing dick. "In fact, maybe I won't let you cum until the next time you see me." BJ whimpered. "But I'm not coming out there until February! There's no way I can last that long." Li tried not to laugh. "BJ, where is your robe?" "What?" He sounded pretty confused. "Why?" "I want you to put it on... and let me in. It's cold out here." Li said it with a smile. She'd been thinking of dragging it all out, but she was freezing! He responded slowly, not quite comprehending. Still, he was obediently putting on the robe. "What? What do you mean?" "I mean... Surprise! Happy birthday, merry Christmas, and happy New Year. I sent you the best gift I could- me. That was the cab driver you heard, and I'm out here, and I have no idea where to go, and I'm freezing." He moved a bit faster to put the robe on. Li was there? In Connecticut? She was a pretty spontaneous person, but he hadn't expected her to do something like that. "Where are you?" "I'm, uh, outside? I didn't know where to go once I got here. Oh! Katie is calling me on the other line. Get dressed and get out here!" She clicked over and chatted with her daughter a few minutes. When BJ got to her, she gave him a big smile and addressed her daughter, "Okay, Honey Bear. I'm going to go now. I was up all night in the plane and stuff. I'm too tired. I promise I'll call later, okay? Okay. I love you, too. Be good. Love you!" BJ was still sleepily confused and horny, but he couldn't be grumpy with his girlfriend flinging herself on him. "... Are... you that happy to see me or are you just cold?" "Yes!" She replied. They went inside and he had her get in his bed, throwing a blanket over her so she could warm up. She peered up at him as he tried to figure out what to do. "Well, get over here!" "But you're cold," he whined as she tugged him down. "Ugh..." She wrapped her cold limbs around him, stealing his heat. The snuggled into the bed and as she warmed up, she fell asleep. Hours later, Li woke, disoriented. The body beside her shifted, and she remembered. "Ah." She sat up and smiled down at her boyfriend. He didn't look very comfortable, and she remembered that he didn't usually sleep in this position. He'd done it for her. How sweet. Then, she saw it. On the corner of his bed... a thong. "What the hell!" BJ jumped, startled. He blinked at her, followed the line of her gaze, and didn't know what to say. He'd been so surprised by the unexpected visit that he had forgotten to put them away. "Wait, those are mine. You didn't chea... wait, those are mine! How did you get my... You little pervert!" He'd followed the sentence fragments and realized her first thought had been that he'd cheated on her with some other girl who had, what, left her panties behind? While that wouldn't have made much sense, he could see why that had popped into her thoughts. She'd been relieved, then angry. She didn't know how he'd gotten the thong, but she would probably ask. She'd be outraged, disgusted, and they would break up. He stared at the floor, unable to think of anything to say in his defense. He braced himself, knowing the inevitable dumping was about to happen. "You disgusting little pervert," she said, gripping his chin and lifting it to make him look at her. "I don't know how you got those, or when. I'm sure I'll care a lot more later. Right now, I have to figure out what to do about it. Geeze, BJ! I flew all of the way up here for this? What the hell were you doing with my panties? Were you wearing them? God, are you a cross dresser?" "What? No!" He said it pretty defensively for somebody who had just been caught with his girlfriend's stolen underwear. "I, uh, sniff them. They... smell like you." He thought her expression softened for a moment, but the look was quickly replaced by a stern one. "And then what? Jack off in them?" "No, uh, sometimes I suck the taste of you from them." She was still holding his face, so he closed his eyes with embarrassment. She got up and started undressing, while he watched, uncertain what was going on. Then, she sat back down on his bed, her legs apart. "Why not get it fresh from the source?" She arched a brow at him as he sat there, motionlessly looking at her. "Get over here!" She couldn't grasp his hair, as it was too short, so she tugged an ear, pulling his head down to her lap. Once he was in a different position, she slid her hands to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He hesitated a moment longer, and she shoved his face into her pussy, her legs spreading wider. BJ groaned into her, immersed in the scent that had tormented him, fading slowly from the scrap of cloth he'd saved in a little baggie. She wasn't very wet yet, though that seemed to be changing as he nuzzled the delicate pink flesh. As much as it turned him on for her to be so aggressive, her body wasn't quite as ready as her mind might have been. He turned his head and lightly kissed her thigh, working softly on it, trailing his tongue up slowly. Then, he repeated the process on her other thigh, and she reclined a bit more, her grip on the back of his head easing. He kissed and licked the puffy lips of her pussy, gently sucking on them as he moved a hand up to touch her. He moved a finger over her slowly, teasing her with its presence. He moved his other hand to cup her ass, kneading it lightly as he pulled her closer to his face. She sighed and lifted to him appreciatively as the tip of his tongue slipped farther into her. He licked her from bottom to top, and then with light strokes, he worked back down. She was getting much wetter, and he could feel her fingers beginning to clutch at his scalp, but he wanted to take his time. It was their first time doing this, the first time she'd let anybody do this in years, and he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to deserve her. Trying to find a good pace, he gently caressed her clit with his tongue, making slow strokes up. Beads of moisture let him know before her low groan that she was enjoying his actions. He touched one with his finger, getting it coated with the slick fluid before rubbing up and down, working very slowly and gradually inward. She bucked under him, wanting more. BJ opened his mouth, closing it over her swollen clit, sucking it and flicking his tongue back and forth. "Ahh, yea..." Li cooed, her fingertips scratching slightly on his scalp. The concern that one of BJ's roommates might hear her stayed on the edge of her thoughts, keeping her from shouting with pleasure. She could get pretty loud at times. She also was feeling a little out of control, which was a weird thing for her with BJ. As much as she was enjoying herself, she worried he might not be feeling as though she was dominating him enough. He moved his tongue faster over her as she gripped harder on the back of his head, lifting up to fuck his mouth. She wanted him deeper in her, wanted to cover his face with her cum. She wanted to shove him down and sit on his face, but she didn't want the wonderful sensations to stop, so she just lie there and let him continue. "Mm, BJ, that feels so good. I might not let you stop for hours. Not even so you can cum." He moaned into her, his dick swelling painfully. It was still sensitive from earlier, when she hadn't granted him permission to release. He peered up at her, pausing to beg, "Please? I... I'll do anything, anything you want. Please let me cum." "I didn't say you could stop," She scolded. "Maybe you'll just be licking me until I have to get ready to leave tomorrow." "No, please?" He tried to speak and lick her at the same time, using his fingers to make up for the motions his mouth was not making. She smirked down at his wet face, then shoved it back down. He groaned against her and she could feel the bed move as his hips moved with his mouth. She wanted so much to move past this point, but she knew they weren't ready. He sucked lightly, then tilted his face down and ran his tongue up from the bottom to the top, the tip of his tongue teasing when he reached the top. Then he did it a few more times, changing the pressure and motions of his tongue. She writhed on the bed, panting heavily as she lifted her hips into the air. "Ah... yes... BJ..." Li reached down, taking his hand from its resting place on her hip. She placed it on her tit. He spread his fingers so he could hold all of it in his hand. Even thin, she'd never be small up there, but as it was, she wore a DDD cup. The mass filled his hand, her skin soft and delicate. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb as he continued licking between her thighs. Taking the nipple between his thumb and finger, he pinched at it lightly. He chose that moment to pierce her with his tongue, and she shouted, forgetting her efforts to be quiet. He grunted, his tongue getting coated with her fluids as he continued lapping at her, slowing down as she finished thrashing under his mouth. His dick was throbbing and sore, and he waited on his knees for her to hopefully give him permission to release. Her breathing slowed and she sat up, smiling at him kneeling at her feet. She glanced down and smirked. Then, she bent down, taking it into her hand. He groaned at her touch, her fingers warm and snug around his flesh. Li started rubbing it softly, letting go when the tip dribbled a bit of precum at her. "God, you're a pathetic little bitch. You like the smell of my pussy, huh? I can see by how hard your tiny little dick is that you do. I want you to stroke it for me," she said, licking the creamy liquid from her finger. He started, his hand moving slowly. She reached over, plucking the thong up. She eyed it a moment, a mischievous grin moving over her face. Then, she reached down; wiping whatever was left between her thighs onto the fabric. Once she had dried herself off as well as she could, she leaned forward and placed it on his head. He looked and felt absolutely ridiculous, but he couldn't help getting more excited as she laughed and said. "Now you look like the dirty little perv you are. Just a faceless dirty man with a little dick. Show me. Show me how much you like my nasty wet panties. Cum for me." His hand moved faster and he groaned, beads of sweat running down his forehead, adding to the dampness of the thong. Li watched, leaning forward to lick the head of his dick as he jacked off, making him pump faster. Then, she reached down and slapped his balls. "Shoot that pathetic little thing, wimp!" "Ah!" BJ panted, his body stiffening as he obediently shot his cum into the air. At Last... Ch. 02 Airports can be a blessing and a curse for any perpetually horny couple, especially one that’s been apart for a while. It’s a blessing because despite the constant flow of people at all hours of day and night there are lots of places to sneak off to for a quick and unseen fondle, grope, or fuck. Contrarily, it’s a curse when all you want to do is be alone and make up for lost time, and every walk, every escalator and moving walkway ride seems interminable. We stand together on yet another escalator, leading away from the terminal and the bathroom we just minutes ago christened with our long-imagined first fuck. “So, now that you’re finally here, what would you like to do first?” She steps up onto her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, her deft finger caressing the back of my neck as I lean towards her. “Do you mean before or after I suck your cock and fuck your brains out when we get to the car?” Fully aware of all the people around us as the escalator, I pull her into my arms closer, nipping at her earlobe with my teeth. “Is there something we need to do before that?” She pushes me back, her small, delicate hands on my chest, her lips spread into a smile that leaves me hungering to kiss her again. “Silly boy. I’d like to get my bags first. You know, so I have something to wear while I’m here?” “And why would you need that?” “Oh, you’ll like what I brought to wear for you.” She steps up on her toes and give my lips a quick peck. “You picked out half of it.” “I’m buying stock in Victoria’s Secret the next chance I get.” All the while we’re on the escalator and down in the baggage claim, my hands never leave her body, my fingertips rising and falling along her arms and sides, then down around her hips and the tops of her thighs as I stand behind her and she watches for her luggage. She leans back against me, that wonderful ass grazing against the tops of my thighs, and each time she leans over to grab a bag she presses it back into me, emphasizing in my mind the promise of so many nights online talking about fucking doggie-style and how good it was going to be. It’s only three bags but it seems like hours before we’re finally walking out of the glass doors towards the parking garage. Still full of deep purples and blues, the predawn sky greets us with cool dewy breath that I feel tingling on my skin. The first hints of rose appear on the horizon just beyond the tall garage building, promising a perfect January morning, and adding to the excitement and adrenaline rush of this day, our day, finally being here. Somehow we both manage not to run up the stairs to the car, but a look at her face and the wicked grin playing across her lips tells me she wants to just as much as I do. When I reach the Daytona blue Nissan Z roadster and pop the trunk with the remote, I notice she's stopped a few paces behind me, an incredulous look on her face. “This is your car?” “I wish.” I walk back and take her hand, leading her towards the passenger door. “It’s a rental. I got it for the weekend. Thought it might be fun.” The evil grin is back on her face immediately, as I open the door. “Oh, it will be, baby. I’m already getting ideas.” Once we’re both inside we kiss hungrily, reaching across the center console to pull as close as possible and run eager hands and probing fingers along each other’s bodies. In a moment, her hand is down in my lap, rubbing the hard, throbbing rise in between my legs. “Got breakfast for me, baby? You’re so thoughtful.” Gathering her knees on the seat, she bends over the center console and the emergency brake, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants with swift fingers. I feel my cock freed from the confines of my slacks and boxers, and I raise my ass from the seat to push them down to mid-thigh. With a soft, throaty growl she lowers her head and takes me into her mouth, hand holding me firmly. Her lips envelop my tip, the tip of her tongue circling it, swirling around it as her head lowers along its length. Her fingers form a ring around the base of my dick as she engulfs me fully, leaving it glistening as she pulls back and away. She begins to stroke the length, hand patient as it pumps up and down, lips locked around the head, sucking at the little hole, the combined motions sending shivers I feel out to my fingertips. Her mouth comes away from me, hand holding the shaft as she runs the length of her tongue down its sensitive underside. I look down and find her looking up at me, smiling with her lips brushing my cock, clearly enjoying the look on my face. She lowers further, flicking the tip of her tongue below the base of my cock, reaching towards my balls as far as she can. My eyes close involuntarily, and I’m consumed by the waves of pleasure her exquisite mouth washes over me, shuddering, feeling my control slipping, wanting to feel every inch of her with my hands. I reach down with my right hand, trailing my fingertips down the center of her back, playing over the bare skin until I reach the silky material of her top, then pushing lower, pressing harder so she can feel my touch. They slip down to the gap that has formed between the waist of her jeans and her ass, providing just enough room for me to reach into the seam between her cheeks. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I lick the tips of my fore and middle fingers, then lower them once again, reaching under her jeans, until I find the small puckered hole of her ass. The tip of my middle finger presses against it, slowly pushing inward, and I savor the feeling of entering the heat I find there. I hear and feel her moan over my cock, and as I begin to piston the tip of my finger in and out of that ass as I feel her suck me harder, head beginning to bob up and down over me. I push my finger deeper, past the first joint, and her mouth comes off of me completely. “Play with my ass, baby! God, that feels good!” Her hand moves up and down my cock with faster, twisting strokes as she licks and sucks the head. I reach out further, pushing my finger in as deeply as I can reach, to the second joint, pushing it in and out, loving how much its affecting her, feeling her devour me again, her hand reaching down to cup and squeeze my balls, fingers reaching down to rub at the rough skin between the sac and my own asshole. Suddenly, I know exactly how I want us to finish, and I pull my finger free from her to start the car. “What are you doing? I’m not done yet!” “Just taking us to a different spot. Please, please don’t stop.” Carefully I put the car in gear, pull out of the parking spot, and start us going up the garage ramp to the next floor, and the next, until we’re on the top level, with no other cars in sight. I pull us to the east wall, the car facing the sunrise, and I lower the car’s top, leaving us surrounded by the morning’s fading violets and brightening blues and a cool, steady breeze. Her mouth and hands work me faster and harder than ever. I know she can sense how close she's got me, and I know she's hungry for everything boiling inside me. I pull a condom from my pocket and tear open its wrapper. When she hears the tear she looks up at me, removing your mouth and stroking me slower. “There you go again, reading my mind.” She takes it from my hand and slips it down over my pulsing shaft as I reach under her to unbutton her jeans. My hand slips under the button fly, fingers reaching towards her pussy, and I feel glorious heat and wetness everywhere. Once I’m sheathed she pushes and kicks off the jeans, then slowly straddles my lap, and I push the seat back as far as it will go so her back doesn’t hit the steering wheel. Her eyes never leaving mine, she thrusts down on my cock in a single, hard stroke, letting out a gasp and a moan as I enter her. My hands take hold of her hips as she starts to grind down into me, then they travel up under her top, along her sides, coming forward to cup and fondle her breasts. She places her hands on my shoulders and start to undulate her hips, moving them back and forth away and towards me, moving my cock inside her, rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone. My restless hands slip down over her ass, squeezing, pulling her cheeks apart, and then spanking, swift little slaps that make her gasp and grind down harder. Her eyes are wild, and she laughs and moans out loud as I touch her deeper and deeper with each of her movements. On the horizon, the rose streaks heralding the coming of the sun begin to turn to orange, the few wisps of clouds in the surrounding sky revealing their daylight white as the large golden crescent begins to peak at the edge of vision. The sudden touch of its warmth on her back causes her to turn and look along with me at the sunrise, then look back at me with the smile I’ve ached to see for months. “You sure know how to find a good spot.” Our mouths meet in a frenzied kiss as she leans forward into me, tongues thrashing one over the other. She moans and whimpers with every move we make, and her sounds stoke my hunger to explode inside and push her over the edge. I take hold of her hips and push her down on me hard while thrusting my hips up off the seat of the car. Holding her in place on my lap, I start to buck and thrust, feeling her wetness covering my balls and the tops of my thighs. Her arms encircle my neck and hold me close, mouth near my ear, fingers gripping my hair. “God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Please! I’m going to come all over you! Shit!” With her shouts and my own groaning I don’t hear the plane taking off to our right until it’s almost on top of us. The rumble of its engines drowns almost everything out, sending a tremor through the car and us inside it. She releases a final shout, and I feel her spasming and squeezing around me, hot and wet as her muscles lock. The sensation is too much, and I explode also, my hips fully raised from the car seat, hands tightly gripping your hips, holding her down to me, feeling each spurt leave me with a shudder and wave of electricity through my whole body. We hold each other forever, panting into each other’s ears, clenching each other’s bodies, until she finally leans back against the steering wheel to look at me, your face lit up by the morning light. “Can we come here every morning?” she says at last. “The hotel is 5 minutes away. We just have to get our of bed in time.” “Hmm …” She looks back at the sun rising, then back to me again. “Well, maybe not every morning. Bed’s going to be very nice.” “Better believe it. You’re not going to want to go home.” Her gaze is soft, eyes shining though the sunlight is behind her. “Promise?” “Promise.” Fin At Last Ch. 02 I can't wait. The words you have just said resonate in my head. You are the best lover I have ever had. You managed to make it all about me from the moment you stepped into the room and now I want a chance to do the same for you. After lavishing my body with such uninhibited passion I find that the phrase, 'I can't wait' is quite fitting for both of us. I can't wait to get at you. To do wicked, wonderful things to your body. I want to fill you with such delight that you won't want to see me go. All of my attention is now focused completely on you. You're mine. "Well if you want me to do anything you need to move," I manage to say with a straight face. "I can't very well seduce you if you're on top of me, now can I?" "You could try." You smile at me like a Cheshire cat. It seems to be contagious because soon I am smiling back at you. I give your butt a quick swat and you ham it up as if you are in pain while moving your body off of mine. "Did I hurt you?" I ask sarcastically. "Why don't you let me try to make it better." Before you are able to answer you find that I am now on top of you. I let my tongue lightly outline your lips and then gently suck on them. First the top lip, my personal favorite as this is the lip I've seen you bite whenever you find something exceedingly enjoyable. I do enjoy our video chats. Then the bottom lip, so full and smooth. God you turn me on! It isn't long before your tongue is flirting with mine and we find ourselves kissing intensely, ardently. Our tongues mingle in each others mouths and soon I feel your body responding to me. You try to pull me in, but I pull back. You raise your head to kiss me, but I turn my face away. I lift my body up so I can straddle your waist. You look a little surprised by my action. When I shoot you a stern glance while folding my arms across my bare breasts your expression changes to one of confusion. "You aren't in charge anymore." I remind you. "Another outburst like that and you will be disciplined." That smile I adore has now returned. You rest your arms at your sides while lying your head back on the pillow. "I'm very sorry I was out of line," you play along with me. "It's just that you're so damn sexy I can't seem to help myself. I promise to be good from now on." I gradually lean my body down on yours. Tenderly I begin kissing your stubbly face. I find its masculinity incredibly arousing and can feel my dampness returning. As I run my tongue along your jaw line I hear you inhale deeply. Your eyes are now closed and your mood is more mellow. My tongue makes its way down to your neck. "Mmm, I like that." you say as you bend your head slightly back to allow me more contact. I kiss and lick this defenseless area with great enthusiasm. You are making low moaning noises deep in your throat. The sound drives me wild but I continue with a slow, steady pace enjoying every inch of your body. I allow my hands to lead the way down your body followed closely by my lips. I kiss your chest while running my fingers up and down the sides of your torso . I am determined now to give you more delight than you were kind enough to give me. I let my hands rest on your stomach while tenderly licking your nipples. They become hard with the touch of my tongue. By now your cock is getting quite hard also and it compels me in my attempts to seduce you. "Where did a nice woman like you learn how to do things like this?" Your tone sounds half-joking. "You'd be surprised at what a nice woman like me can do." I figure I must take this opportunity to 'up the ante' if you will so I add, " Maybe if you continue to be good I'll let you see, or should I say experience, what else I know." My offer proves too tempting for you and you find yourself squirming with excitement as I continue my descent down your body. Kiss after kiss I tantalize you just as you did me. I brush my lips gently all over your stomach. Your hands are cupping my breasts and lightly stroking them. When I am close to your belly button I teasingly stick my tongue in and give it a quick lick. A soft chuckle escapes you but is swiftly replaced by a much more audible moan as you feel my fingertips toying with the waistband of those sexy silk boxers. I let my fingers glide back and forth between the waistband and your skin before taking my hands away to run them down both hips. I can't help but to take pleasure in the texture of the material. It seems such a drastic contrast that something so soft and silky could be on the body of someone so big and rugged. Once I get to the bottom of the boxers I let my hands slip inside them and creep slyly up each thigh. I don't look up when I hear the long sigh from you. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." You sound almost breathless. But you're wrong. I do know exactly what I'm doing to you and I'm loving every minute of it. I move my fingers higher still until they are casually grazing your balls. This time I do take a quick peek at your face and find you biting that upper lip. You don't know how sexy you look when you do that. I can wait no longer so I hurriedly peel off your boxer shorts and toss them over the edge of the bed. I settle into position between your open legs and find myself looking right at your fully erect cock. It is extraordinary as it stands so tall and firm. The veins are protruding because of your hardness and there is already precum on the tip. I lean over this wonderful sight before me and just take in its splendor. It's like I'm being beckoned to touch you so I take my index finger and place it in the small drop of clear dew that has formed on the head of your cock. I rub it slowly all over the tip taking my time to coat the entire area. You groan gently at my touch and it motivates me even further. I begin to run my fingers up and down the strong, stiff shaft. I can feel the heat from your body on my fingertips as I continue to tenderly skim your cock making sure to give attention to every inch of it. Your precum makes a wonderful lube and my fingers glide so smoothly over your skin. I glimpse up to find an almost pleading look in your eyes and know at this moment you would give anything to feel my lips touch your aching member. I remove my hand from your cock while making eye contact with you and slowly I lick each finger clean of your wonderful juice. "I can't take this torture anymore," you beg me. "I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the night if you just give me some release right now." "I'm going to hold you to that statement." And with that I willingly oblige. I place a tiny kiss right on the head of your cock and lick my lips to further enjoy the taste of your precum. I open my mouth slightly to allow my tongue to make slow circles all around the head. I run the tip of my tongue over your small slit several times before letting it slowly slide down the underside of your shaft all the way to the base right above your balls. Your body is reacting so strongly to me. I kiss the area between your cock and balls with a passion that is building feverishly. I run my soft, wet lips up and down the sensitive underside numerous times before stopping back up at the head. I pause for a brief moment, one last little tease, before I take you into my mouth. Your breath is lost for a moment because of this much anticipated sensation and I know you are savoring the warmth and wetness that now surround you. I swallow more of your cock and begin to massage you with my tongue enthusiastically. I cup your balls in my hands so I can cover them with the much needed attention they deserve. The feeling of your balls getting so tight in my hands combined with the throbbing of your cock in my mouth is so maddening to me that I can't even imagine what it must be doing to you. You are responding to every flick of my tongue, every move that it makes. Your body is getting tense. You grip the sheets in your hands and without even looking I know you are biting your lip hard. How full of lust you must be as I bathe your cock with my mouth. Licking, sucking and teasing you until you can feel your cum boiling at the base and edging you toward release. I run my hands over your body and feel the tension in every muscle now. You are so close. I can feel your hips begin moving in synch with the rhythm of my head up and down on your cock. "You know you want this cock." The words leave your lips like a growl and I am filled with lust. Your breathing is much more ragged now. You put your hands on either side of my head and a small stab of pain hits me as you tightly grip my hair. "Oh God sweetie that's so good!" You say anxiously. "I love the way you suck my cock!" I move my head faster now, stroking your poor balls which are so tight in my hands. Your hips are thrusting harder and you are panting. In my mind I can picture us on a roller coaster and we are getting ready to go over the edge. Then, with that thought, I can taste you. You cum with such force that it fills my mouth. I hear you moaning loudly with pleasure as the warm, salty essence I've only dreamt of overloads my senses. You hold my head firmly in place while you thrust your hips deep into my mouth. Every push empties rope after rope of cum down my throat. I continue massaging your balls to make sure I get every drop. I suck hard and drink your juice down like a drug to which I am addicted. My head is filled with a memory of you once telling me how you feel weightless at this moment, as if floating on air. I finally feel your muscles relax as you exhale deeply. I wipe my mouth and lift my head to see you lying there, completely worn-out. The grin on your face is back, only wider this time. I kiss my way back up your body toward the direction of your lips. Our kiss is deep and we know that no two other people on earth are connected like us at this instant. Lying beside you I feel myself buzzing with sexual excitement but want to give you time to recover fully. I watch you, your eyes closed, your breathing light. It amazes me how in love with you I am. Just when I think you are drifting off to sleep I feel you reach over and take my hand in yours. "Hey," you say quietly, "I want to make love to you." I grip your hand tight in mine as I reply, "I thought you'd never ask." At Last Ch. 02 I'm afraid this doesn't make sense without part 1 – I should have submitted the lot in one go, but this happened on me a little later. Sorry about that. Jane smiled back at him. She ran a finger along his eyebrows and then across his lips. "Brr," Ian said. "You're tickling me!" "And I can taste myself on your lips," she said. "Come, let's go upstairs." She got up and took Ian's hand. They climbed the stairs and Jane opened her bedroom door. "Welcome," she said, smiling. Ian looked around. It was a room he'd not been in before. There were a few nice pictures on the walls, and on the bedside table there were a few framed photographs. "Your parents?" Ian asked. "Yes," she said. "They have been dead for twenty years now. I still miss them... what about yours?" "Mine lived to be very old," Ian said. "My father was the last to go, a year ago or so. Yes, I miss them, too. We went on well together. But now..." "Yes," she said, and held her arms out to him. "Come!" He stepped into her arms. "May I undress you?" he asked. She nodded. "Please," she said. Ian slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece – first her dress and shoes which left her standing in her pink underwear and stockings. He looked at her and drank in how lovely she looked. Then he touched her breasts through the cups and stroked her nipples. Kissing her again he clasped his arms around her back and undid her brassiere. She let him slide it down her arms. He looked at her again. "I'm so glad you didn't have any breast job done," he said. "They're beautiful and they fit you perfectly." He bent down and kissed each stiff, rosy nipple. Then he knelt in front of her and undid the clasps of her garter straps. He enjoyed the feeling of rolling her stockings down her legs; then he unclasped her garter belt and took off her panties, planting another light kiss on her pubic hair. He rose and said, "Now let me have a good look at you, beautiful!" "You really think so?" she said. "Yes," Ian said. He stood marvelling at her beauty and his luck in finding her. "You're ravishing and you go straight to my heart." She smiled happily. "Now it's my turn," she said. She first undid his shoelaces. "You can step out of them," she said. Then she took off his socks. She got up and put his jacket on a chair; then his shirt went. She tickled his chest and ran her nail along his breastbone, down to the buckle of his belt. She earnestly unbuckled it, unzipped his trousers and shoved them down. Then she put her index fingers in the sides of his boxers and shoved them all the way down. While she did so Ian felt her hair and then her cheek touch the tip of his cock. She got up again and gave him a broad smile. She put out a hand for his cock. "May I?" she asked. Ian could not answer. He nodded while the words stuck in his throat for sheer happiness. He stroked her hair and kissed her while she ran her hand along his cock, fondling the tip, rubbing the stem and eventually cupping his balls in her hand. "I want you in me," she said. Ian lowered his arms. He cupped her buttocks with his hands, lifted her off the floor and carried her the few steps to the bed. "You don't have to get me aroused," she whispered, "I'm soaking wet already!" "Yes," Ian said, "I hope I can last – it's been so long, and..." "Never mind," she said. "We've got years – and the night is still long!" He carefully put her down on the bed and knelt on it between her thighs. He looked at her again. "To think anyone could ever have called you ugly," he said. "May I guide you in?" Jane said. Ian nodded. Jane took his prick in her hand and put the tip against the mouth of her pussy. "Come!" she whispered. Looking into Jane's eyes Ian rested himself on his arms as he slowly entered her. She put her arms around him and pulled him on top of her while she wrapped her legs around his buttocks and pulled him in deeper. He immersed himself in the feeling. Jane found his lips and slid her tongue in his mouth. He responded happily and started to fuck her slowly, lovingly and then harder until he felt he was about to come. "I'm almost there," he whispered. "Good," she said. "I want to feel you come!" When he did it sent a shiver of happiness through Jane's body. "My love, my love," she whispered, and her heart sang. They lay together for a long time. They felt him go limp and slip out of her, and eventually he got up on his arms again. "Shall I go downstairs and collect that bottle?" he said. She nodded. "Please do," she said. He ran downstairs in bounds, collected the bottle and two glasses and ran up again skipping half the stairs. When he came back in the bedroom Jane was sitting on the bed looking at her pussy. "Look," she said. "You're running out of me." She felt with a finger. "You're sticky," she giggled. She licked her finger. "Hmm," she said. "So that's what a man tastes like!" Ian poured two generous measures of malt. He handed her a glass and raised his own. "Here's to us," he said. He climbed onto the bed and sat next to her. She lifted her bottom. "I want to sit on your lap," she said. He slipped an arm around her. "Happy?" he said. "As happy as I?" She put down her glass, wrapped both arms around him and he buried his face in her hair. "Pinch me," he said. "I want to be sure I'm not dreaming!" "I really love this," she sighed. "I've dreamed about it all my life." "Yes," Ian said. "So have I." "You?" she said. "Uhuh," he said. "It's a first for me, too. Come, I want to cuddle you some more." She thought for a moment. "When I come with you, can I bring some of my things? My photographs or my music?" "I think you should bring everything that's of any importance to you," he said. "We'll have to turn my place into our place. And I hope you'll want to keep on this house; when I retire we can go and live here." She smiled at him. "Do you have enough room?" she said. "Yes, I have," he said. "Ample." They looked at each other and Ian could hardly contain himself for the happiness he felt and saw. Jane smiled back at him and put a hand behind her back. "You're growing again," she said. "I really liked what you did downstairs, and I want to return the compliment. But er, what should I do?" "Well," Ian said, "I think you should use your lips and tongue, if you want to, and possibly your teeth once or twice if you don't bite too hard. I think it's rather like sucking a lollipop." He looked at her questioningly. "But how do you like it best? I don't want to do it wrong." "I don't think you could; but I couldn't tell you for the life of me. It will be another first for me, too." "Oh. So that means that I can find out and do as I please!" She grinned impishly. "Yes, it does," he said. She moved off his lap and took his glass from him. "Let me look at you now," she said. She took his penis in her hands and felt its warmth and texture. The foreskin was still partially around the tip but as she fondled him it slipped off. She felt the end with her fingertips, lightly, and smeared the drop of clear liquid on top around the glans. "I think you look nice," she said to Ian. "And you feel nice, too. The skin feels to be a little loose. There's some grey hairs down here, too." "I could shave them off, if you like," Ian said. "I didn't mean that, silly," she said. "Could you lie back?" "Yes," he said. "May I look at you?" "Of course," she said. "You may look at me for the rest of my days. But now I'll have to get this right." She sat on the bed on her knees and elbows and moved her head towards his crotch, while she kept fondling him with her hands. Then she moved forward and planted a kiss on his stomach while she looked at him. "Please tell me if I do things wrong," she said. "I don't think you could," he said, "but if you should I will." She nodded. Then she moved her face to his crotch while she softly blew down the hairs that ran from his navel to his penis. She rubbed his cock against her cheek and then kissed the tip. He shivered with delight and anticipation. She licked her tongue around the purple head and then she took it in her mouth, moving her tongue and cheeks to get accustomed to the sensation having him there. She liked it, and when she looked from his pubic hair up to his face and saw how he looked at her it made her eyes moist. She looked down again and sucked him into her mouth a little further, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, half soft, half hard, she thought. She felt Ian's hands stroke her hair, her shoulders and her hair again, and with a contented sigh she closed her eyes and started sucking his cock. Yes, she thought, it was really a little like a lollipop – but this one was much nicer. She rubbed his balls with one hand and stroked his belly with the other. She liked his smell and enjoyed the taste of his pre-come on her tongue. She stopped for a moment and said, "Do you like it?" "You take my breath away!" Ian said. "Yes I do. I love every moment of it!" "Good," she said and smiled at him. "Here goes again!" She bent down and took as much of him in her mouth as she could without feeling uncomfortable. She used her spittle to make him nice and wet, and to move more smoothly; but she decided that she preferred the tip and a little more to such a length. Ian lay back and enjoyed her ministrations to the full. "Thank you very much, my lovely," he whispered. "This is wonderful!" It was some time before he felt his climax come. "You've nearly got me there," he said. "So -" "I want to taste you, too," she said, "at least once," and went back licking and sucking him enthusiastically. Ian gave himself up to her lips and mouth. "Ow," he said suddenly, and bit his lower lip. Jane felt his cock contact and shiver in her mouth, and the she felt his come erupt. She swallowed a couple of times and kept the rest in her mouth, rolling it around the head of his cock. Then she sat up, crawled to him and put her arms around him. She opened her mouth and said, "Look." Then she swallowed it, too, and put her lips to his to be kissed. "Wow," she said after some time. "I'm suddenly dead tired. But I'm so happy about us. We are really alright together, aren't we?" "Yes," he said with a deep sight of contentment. "Yes, we really are." "Let's take a shower and turn in," she said. It took some considerable time to get showered; but eventually they managed to leave each other alone for long enough to get cleaned up sufficiently. They sat together for a short time to finish their drinks, brushed their teeth and went to sleep, curled up together in the bliss of that first night. At Last Ch. 02 At last was the first chapter. written months ago, sorry for the delay. This is a continued story on cuckolding. Please refrain from commenting if you are not into this. I would love to hear from those interested in this topic Thanks, please enjoy. Many thanks to my editor!!! The next morning was brutal, as I was so tired from not sleeping well. I still wanted my wife extremely badly, but she was still asleep, and I knew my parents would be dropping the kids off any minute. I slipped out of bed to take a long relaxing shower, thoughts of last night still playing over in my head. Obsessing, excited, blue balled, tired from a poor nights sleep, the feelings and thoughts became somewhat of a curse, since I could not make them stop. These images were in my head and fueling the fire burning in my soul, and all of the sexual desires I had been lusting for. Her own words last night were, "I am not a whore, only my lover will be allowed to cum inside me." I focused on this statement, and wondered how the hell I could be so turned on by it. Gaylen's hands all over her body, his cock making her moan with pleasure, his cum filling her pussy -- these were the images I replayed over and over. Finding myself stroking my cock lathered in soap as I thought of this, and of not being allowed to fuck her. Was it the challenge it left for me, or the control she demonstrated with this denial? Was this really going to happen? Was that a game last night, an open threat, or a promise? My legs felt a little weak, as my orgasm grew nearer I continued stroking my cock. I contemplated what I was doing. She will never know I thought to myself. It may be a while if I do not finish now. I knew she didn't want me to cum. God, I wanted to so badly, the argument went on in my head. My fist continued to pound my cock.The door swung open without warning, I quickly released myself. Turning in the shower, I acted as if I was rinsing the soap from my hair, hoping like hell that I had not just been caught masturbating through the glass shower door. "What are you doing?" she asked with a playful tone. "You would not be touching yourself, would you?""No!" I responded quickly. Too quickly. My defensive response tipped her off."Turn around then. I do not believe you. You danced around rather quickly when I came in here," she said accusingly. A slight teasing laugh followed.Hesitating, not really wanting to turn around, humiliated that as a grown man, I was just caught masturbating, I turned slowly, hoping that a miracle would set in, that I would be limp as I turned around. This moment was the only time in my life I ever prayed for an erection failure. Opening the the shower door, she looked down at me, seeing my stiff cock. Looking back up, staring me straight in the eyes, she raised her eyebrows. "Uh-huh. That is what I thought," she said softly, stepping into the shower, giving me a nice good morning kiss, and embracing me. She reached down, grabbed a hold of my manhood squeezing firmly, and began stroking my stiff cock. "So, how did you sleep last night, I bet it took you a long time calm down, didn't it?" she teased. "Follow me," she said, stepping out of the shower and heading straight for our bedroom. I eagerly followed. She was lying down on the bed looking up at me seductively. "I figure your parents will be late as usual, so we have a few minutes to play, that is, if you want to?" Lying on her back, she spread her legs for me, as I lay down atop her. I began kissing her passionately, her lips, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, her shoulders.Lower, lower, kissing her breasts, slowly suckling each erect nipple as they passed my wandering lips, I heard a soft gasp of pleasure escape her lips. Kissing her cleavage now, and upward I went, her increased pleasure my motivation to continue exploring her body. Her skin was covered in tiny pleasured bumps. Kissing her neck, nibbling her earlobes again, I continued back down her neck, her breasts, paying more attention to her breasts this time, I gently squeezed and massaged them, cupping them in my hands, slightly pinching her erect nipples between my finger and thumb. I passionately devoured her breasts, as my hunger for her grew within me. I worked my way back up her neck, still fondling her breast, kissing her chin, then finding my way back up to her lips, meeting in a fury of passion, our tongues dancing.Reaching down, I positioned my wanting cock, slowly working myself into her. Still passionately kissing my wife, I pushed myself in deeply. A muffled gasp of pleasure escaped from her. My rock hard cock easily slid in and out of her wanting pussy a couple full strokes. God, she felt so good, tight, wet, hot! Breaking away, she stopped kissing me as I thrust deeply into her for the third and fourth time. "No, stop!" she said in a pleasured voice, taking in a deep breath, as I pushed in yet again. I retracted my hard cock its full length. "Put a condom on, please," she asked, taking in another breath of pleasure as I again pushed myself into her. Stopping at full depth, I held myself in deep. "Really, do I have to? You feel so good, I want to cum inside you so bad. You know how much it turns me on, knowing I am inside you all day, please!" I pleaded, full of desire and lust for her. "No, I do not want you to, you know that. Please wear a condom, I do not want your cum inside of me." she insisted. "Okay, honey." Leaving myself in her, I stretched out to the nightstand, awkwardly fumbling for the condoms, before snagging one. I brought myself upright, stealing a few more repetitions; I pumped myself into her until she asked me to stop again. Reluctantly I pulled out, covering myself with this thin rubber, feeling stealing, cum catching condom. Damn thing anyhow!On my knees, I was ready to go. I brought her up to her knees, turning her around to take her from behind, our favorite position. Her pussy rubs my cock so well, fucking her from behind, her ass checks cushion the crash of our bodies. My hands lock on her hips, as I pull her back into me. We can both rock and thrash, meeting each other's thrusts with precision timing. I gave her a playful slap on the ass to get things started, leaning back to take in the sight. I loved looking at her this way, seeing her in this position, her round ass high in the air, her back arched low, tits dangling free to swing when we start fucking, her head lying on the bed buried into the pillows, arms out stretched in front of her. She was ready and wanting me to take her. Then wouldn't you know it, just as I repositioned myself and stuck my cock into her, the door bell rang. I grabbed her shoulders and pounded into her hard not wanting to stop, ignoring the doorbell, knowing if I stopped it would be game over. My parents had arrived; the door bell was fair warning they were coming in. If only we had not stopped to fuck with the condoms, I would be done, and she would be wiping up right now. Damn it, I thought to myself, as Michelle began to pull away, telling me to stop. Taking a deep frustrated breath, I stood and walked over to my closet. I quickly get dressed as Michelle pushed me to hurry. Tucking my still hard dick into my pants, I got to the hallway just as the kids burst in, obviously using their keys. "Hi guys," I said, with a half hearted attempt to sound excited to see them. My parents are always late, why not now, why not this time, why me? I questioned the circumstances one by one. "Good Morning guys! How was grandma's?" I asked as a big group hug forms. "Great! We had so much fun! When can we go over again?" they asked.Now would be a good time, I thought to myself, but refrained from saying so, and just said, "Whenever Grandma and Grandpa invite you again." Mom and Dad walked in, we all say our good mornings and move to the kitchen. Inviting them for breakfast, we visited as I began preparing some scrambled eggs. Michelle soon joined us. She was in a good, playful mood, slapping my ass as she passed behind me at the stove. They stayed for an hour or so, and it honestly ended up being a nice visit. The rest of the day went smoothly, with the usual bickering that comes with a bunch of kids. We spent much of the morning doing yard work. They were all getting old enough now, all the extra hands made everything so much easier. Coming in for lunch, I gave the kids the afternoon off to watch movies or play video games.Michelle pulled me aside to plan out our afternoon. Once the door was shut in the privacy of our bedroom, she began to tell me her plans, smiling broadly. "While you were outside this morning I called Galen." Pausing to measure my reaction, she continued. "We talked for over an hour, and in the end, I asked him if he wanted to hang out for a while tonight, meet up at the casino. He said yes, sounds like fun, but I think he is assuming you're coming. What do you think?" "I ah...I think...I ah...I hope you will have fun." I was not sure what to say, surprised that this is happening so fast. My stomach did a flip flop, my hands got cold and clammy, while my cock twitched, growing at the thought. "I am not sure how far we will go, or even if he will do anything with me. After all I am married, and he is friends with both of us. I think you should come with us for a while, have a few drinks. Then excuse yourself to come home to the kids, as your way of leaving us alone. I also hope, well, want you to break the ice for me, and let him know you are willing to share me. Please, I do not want him to think I am the kind of girl that would cheat on her husband. He needs to know he has your blessing to play with me." Showing me her soft brown eyes,as she asks. How could I say no? Again not knowing what to say, and surprised by this request, I said, "Okay, I guess. That will be an awkward conversation. yes I will think of something, some way to let him know he has my permission..." pausing before finishing my sentence, "...to fuck you." Smiling, I wink at her. "Thanks, honey!" That put a big smile on her face, as if a large weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "I am going into town to get a few things for tonight. Some new lingerie for his eyes only," she teased. "Can I go with you? It would be fun helping you pick these personnel items out. As I have shared with you, getting you ready for someone else is part of the allure for me! Please may I go? The kids will be fine for a little while." I pleaded my case in hopes of going with her. Smiling, she replied, "Ya, I suppose it may be fun." "Awesome! Let's go!" There was no hesitation from me.While out, I could not believe all the fun we were having. Flirting with each other like we had just met, the doors were open to something new and exciting. We were both feeling young, and beautiful again, I felt as if our marriage was being rekindled. Michelle bought some very sexy things to wear for Galen that night, and my excitement grew. I hoped things would work out for her. I hoped he would be receptive to this, that he would take her home and bed her well. The excitement grew all the way home. Hoping that in a little while I would be assisting her, as she prepared for her first date. I was hoping also to be given the chance to warm her up a little before we left. Turned on yet again, a pain built in my blue balls. At Last Ch. 03 I get up to get a drink of water and offer you some, as you look like you could use some refreshment too. "So," I ask, "did I live up to my words? Or was it just that you had a long dry spell?" "Ohhh," you sigh, "you blew even your words out of the water! No pun intended," you add with a wink. I smile a big, satisfied smile. "Awesome," I say. "Wanna watch a movie or something?" I start to get up, but your response stops me. "No," you say. "No movie. I want you to do something for me." I look at you, wondering what more I could possibly do. "What?" I ask. "Take me to your bedroom, let me undress you, and then lay down on your bed. I'll tell you what comes next." "Um, ok." I turn to comply when you stop me and turn me towards you for a kiss; gentle, but intense and probing. My blood begins to race again as I lead you down the hallway to my room. When we get there I turn around and you move closer to me, your eyes locking with mine. "Let the undressing begin." you say. Your hands are at my shoulders while you lean in to kiss my lips. You leave a trail along my jaw and nibble on my ears. I feel your hand slide over my breast and I hold my breath. My nipples harden, my whole body tenses with the ache to be touched. You rub your hand upwards, lifting my pendulous globes and the friction against the nipple causes liquid heat to pool in my belly. Your hand travels down and you lift my shirt up and remove it. My stomach contracts when your fingers brush against skin as you undo my jeans and slide them down my legs. You pause on your way down to leave kisses where my panties meet skin. I stand before you in my bra and lace panties, quivering with silent yearning. You reach around and undo the fastenings, effectively freeing my breasts. They spill into your hands and you take a few moments to suckle and caress them before you remove the last barrier of clothing and instruct me to lie down on my bed. "Where are your toys?" you ask me. "Under the mattress," I say, "why?" "Because I want to watch you play." I get out the three I have and you choose the eggs because you remember they are my favorites. "Knees up!" you command, "Spread your thighs open." I do as you tell me because even though I am slightly embarrassed, every word you speak causes my vaginal walls to spasm and your eyes burning into mine make me very aware of my nakedness and the fact that my juices are seeping from between the puffy lips of my cunt. I lay there, knees up as if in a doctors stirrups with my legs spread as far as they will go. "Now," you say, "I want to see your clit. I want to see you spread your cunt lips and finger your clit for me. Rub it, that's it; up and down. You need lubricant? Feel your sopping hole; yes, now you're all nice and wet. Just look at that hole, leaking your juices as I speak. Put your fingers inside; try two first. Now three; ohhh...so nice. Fuck yourself, pump them in and out. God they are covered in your honey; doesn't that feel nice?" I'm lost in my own world now; a world that consists of your voice, my fingers, my clit, and my hungry vagina. I'm pumping my fingers into my now gaping hole and with each thrust in I can feel my lips brushing against my clit; teasing with a maddeningly light touch. My clit is screaming for something harder to relieve this pressure that is building. I feel your mouth tugging on my nipples and this sends a jolt directly to my pussy which contracts around my fingers. You lick my nipples and leave them shiny with your saliva. I feel the cool air as you blow lightly and then the intense heat as your mouth pulls the nipple in and licks it. The cool air is back again and a low buzzing sound penetrates the sensual fog around my brain. I jump when I feel the vibrations against my nipples alternating from one to the other. The other egg stops briefly on my clit and I let out a loud gasp; but it is not to end so soon. The egg is replaced by your thumb as you shove the egg into my gushing fuck hole. My God! To feel someone else touching me has me going out of my mind. You keep your fingers inside me with one of the eggs, and place the other in my hand saying, "Let me see." I look into your eyes as I place the toy on my clit. My eyes break the contact as they close in ecstasy but open just as quickly when I hear your command of "Look at me." The vibrations are excruciating; I need to come. I feel the release approaching; the waves beginning in small radiations from my core. I move the egg slightly, which sends me over the edge; the waves of ecstasy peaking and crashing against my mind. I buck my hips; riding your fingers. I don't care about the egg-I just want your fingers thrusting inside me as I come. Ah, ahh, ahhhhh; I moan, gasp, and scream; my hips unconsciously moving upwards in an effort to get your fingers as deep as they can go. Unnnhhhuhh!! My muscles clench around your fingers, sucking them further in as I come around them; releasing a flood of juices which leaks out to trickle down to my ass. You lean over and kiss me and I return it passionately. As we break the kiss I grin sweetly and say "I hope you're ready because you've just unleashed a monster." At Last Ch. 03 Li woke in BJ's embrace. Once again, he'd slept in a position he normally didn't, to accommodate her presence. She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his warm chest. Though he was still asleep, she was embarrassed as she wiped away the bit of drool she'd dripped onto his skin. She listened to the sound of his breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She was charmed by the peaceful quiet of the moment, the security she felt with this man. Her gaze moved around the room. It was neatly arranged, unlike her chaotic bedroom in Florida. BJ made a wonderful counterweight for her spontaneity and sometimes-flighty nature. He was organized and tidy. He had a schedule, and he stayed with it. He kept everything controlled, calm, and quiet. Stepping outside of this put him off balance and made him uneasy. A smile slowly stretched across her face. It would take some time to set things up, but she knew what to do about the thong situation. In the meanwhile, Li wanted to just enjoy their limited time together. She repositioned herself to lean on her elbow and look down at him. Her hair must have tickled his face because he suddenly made an annoyed expression, then blinked up at her. She lie back down so her hair wouldn't dangle into his eyes and they cuddled for a while. She must have drifted back to sleep, because between one blink and the next, BJ had left the room. It was the sound of the door that made her open her eyes. He smiled apologetically from the doorway as she stretched and yawned. "I didn't mean to wake you up. I know you don't get a lot of sleep." He closed the door softly and sat on the side of the bed. She scooted over to put her head in his lap, wrapping an arm around him. He toyed with the end of a lock of her hair. Clearing her throat, she said, "So... I've completely thrown off whatever plans you had, huh?" "Yes, but the things I was going to do didn't have to be done at any particular time. I did need to go grocery shopping." He grimaced. Li smiled and kissed his thigh lightly before sitting up. "Well, at least now we can see if I'm enough of a distraction to prevent shopping from being a miserable experience. I'd offer to go while you stay here, but I don't have a clue how to get there... and I might buy you nutritious food, instead of cookies and hot pockets." She added the last part teasingly. She was always saying she wanted to make him start eating healthier. "I just need to take vitamins!" He responded. BJ only ate things that tasted good, whether or not they were good for him. He was a strong supporter of vitamin supplements, while Li felt that all he was doing was creating rather expensive pee. "But human bodies don't process vitamins as well in capsules. We do better when they're in our food." Li laughed. She knew they'd never agree, and didn't actually mind at all. It was just an excuse for banter. As long as BJ stayed healthy, he could eat every strip of bacon in the world on the biggest cheeseburger ever, and follow it with every cookie those little tree elves could bake. At that thought, Li's smile faded. She glanced around for her phone with a guilty expression. Her father had been in the hospital several times earlier that year, and his entire diet had been changed. She had promised to spend time with him during her vacation, but had been so excited to see BJ; she hadn't even called to say when she'd be around. "What's wrong?" BJ asked, wondering why her mood had shifted so quickly. Li just shook her head. She hadn't told him much about the situation with her father. In truth, she'd spent a few weeks early in the relationship, trying to find a way to ask BJ to go with her to meet her father. She'd wanted her father to meet BJ before he died, and know that she was going to be okay. Instead, she'd said nothing. She was afraid it would put pressure on BJ. She was afraid it would put pressure on herself. She was afraid of what it meant that she was stating she'd be okay because BJ was around. Was she ready to make that kind of commitment? Most importantly, she was afraid that putting the thoughts to words would make something happen, that it would make her father's death a reality. It was silly and superstitious, but there it was. While logically, she knew that talking about it couldn't make anything happen, she knew she'd carry the guilt around for the rest of her life. Li reached for her phone, lost in thought. She was decisive about a lot of things, but when it came to emotions, she was just a scattered mess. She could help her father pay bills, but she couldn't tell him she loved him. She was strong enough to handle almost anything, but when it came to "simple" things, like falling in love, she was a disaster. She paused at that thought. Was she falling in Love? Was it more than Like? That thought terrified her more than she cared to admit. She turned to BJ, who was starting to look concerned. "Sorry. I just realized I haven't called my Dad yet." She looked at BJ with a smile. "You don't look dressed for grocery shopping. Why don't you get ready, and when I'm done talking to my Dad, I'll get dressed, too." She pushed buttons while BJ reluctantly got up. He hated to go to the store. She chatted with her father, telling him about her flight to Connecticut and explaining that Katie was with Tori. She scolded him into taking his medicine and putting on his oxygen, promising to visit him within a few days. She forced a smile into her voice as she added, "So you have to stay healthy, because I don't want to visit you in the hospital!" Li finished talking to him and got dressed while BJ watched something on television. She shyly stepped out of his room and was relieved to find that his roommates weren't home. She was a little nervous about how they'd react to all of her noise earlier. They went shopping and Li paid close attention to try and learn what things in particular triggered anxiety from her boyfriend. She smiled at how protective she felt, which was something she'd never had a chance to feel with anybody, other than Katie. They returned to the apartment and spent the day in his room, leaving only to get dinner. The next day, Li flew back to Ohio. Katie was thrilled to see her mother, but surprised that two days had passed faster than she'd feared. Li told them about her trip, minus a few details. Tori met her eyes with a laugh when Li said she'd been incredibly tired and stayed in bed a long time the first day. That night, Li called David to discuss something very important. Li had traveled to Ohio for a few reasons. One, she'd suspected it would be her last chance to see her father before he passed away. Two, she had wanted to see her best friend. Three... she had to burn the last bridge connecting her to David. It was a sad truth that Katie was not a bridge connecting them. He'd abandoned his fatherly duties years before. No, the thing that kept her tied to him was in Dayton. It was a five by ten storage unit with everything that had been in their apartment. He could have it all, as long as she could have sentimental items, like Katie's baby pictures. Li hadn't had the time and funds to retrieve her things, but every time she'd asked about it, he had said everything was fine. One day, his mother had accidentally let slip that he was over a thousand dollars behind on rent. So for this trip, Li had made arrangements. The management had offered to let her into the unit for five hundred dollars, as long as everything was moved out that day. David had neglected to put her name on the paperwork, so he had to give them a letter on Navy letterhead or get something notarized, saying she had authorization to do this. On her arrival to Ohio, it hadn't been handled. David had given her a ton of excuses and assured her things would be taken care of before she had to return home. It came as no surprise to her that when she arrived in Ohio, nothing had been handled, and David was back in Virginia. He made countless excuses and tried talking her out of getting her things. During the explanations, she realized how stupid it was. She was done arguing. She was done trying to maintain peace. She didn't have to do it anymore. She'd been reluctant to cut him off before. If she did, and BJ left, she'd have nobody left to care about... nobody who cared about her, even as horrible of a job that David was doing... but this wasn't the way somebody who cared behaved. David was just trying to manipulate her. He was trying to control her, own her. She took a mind clearing breath, and then calmly said, "If you cannot get it handled by 2pm tomorrow, just forget about it. I'll pay the full amount. I'll pay the thousand dollars, because it's worth it to be done with you. It's worth it to be free." It was the next day before she realized how powerful of an impact BJ had made in her world. He probably would never fully understand how significant a thing it was for him to remind her that she deserved more, and to give the support she needed. She knew that he'd helped her to fix one of the deepest wounds in her heart. No matter what happened from this point in their relationship, Li would always be grateful for having known him. She had let BJ know that at some point during his upcoming visit, he would be punished for stealing her thong. She wasn't really angry with him for keeping her panties, but for sneaking around to have it. Besides, it was a handy excuse to "punish" him. Li's birthday was on Valentine's Day, so it was a bigger deal for them to spend time together than it was for most couples on that day. BJ flew down the night before, and they cuddled in front of the fireplace while he read comic books to her. While Florida wasn't as cold as Connecticut, BJ was surprised that the temperature was as low as it was. Li explained that Florida often reached temperatures around the mid-thirties, and this year was colder than usual. At one point in January, it had been so cold that lizards were falling out of the trees. "People keep saying I brought winter back home with me from up north." They woke the next morning, still snuggled up on the sofa. Li took BJ and Katie to the mall with her, and after shopping, they met Li's mother at a restaurant for a birthday lunch. Then, her mother stayed with Katie so Li and BJ could go out. They got in the car, and she slid a CD into the player. He didn't know where they were going or what they were going to do. "It's a surprise," she'd told him. Li's hair was up in some elaborate way to show off the interesting streaks of purple she'd put into her locks. BJ admired the coils as they glistened in the dim light. She had applied her makeup carefully before they left, a little darker than anything he'd seen her wear before. Her violet shirt had black ribbon trimming and was cut low. Every time she moved, her breasts jiggled against the fabric. Li was wearing a black skirt that went to her knees. As she sat, it grazed the tops of boots she had bought while they were at the mall. She glanced over at him and smirked. He smiled at her hesitantly, uncertain what to make of that expression. "So, uh, what" he started. She shushed him, and he cut his sentence off abruptly. She normally was happy to have him chat with her, so he figured there must be something important she wanted to say. He waited, but she said nothing at all, just pressing buttons on her CD player. He tried again. "Sweetness...." "Shh!" Li waved a hand at him dismissively. He frowned, then slumped back in his seat. They finally had some time alone, on Valentine's Day, and she was more interested in a CD than in him. He wasn't thrilled with this development. The music wasn't even playing yet, but apparently, he wasn't allowed to disrupt the mood, or whatever the hell she was messing with. They were at a red light when she pressed the button again, and the song began. A weird noise like a large insect echoed through the car. A girl sang, "I wanna feel your touch," and from that point, BJ stopped paying attention. The music was soft and echoing, until it suddenly sped up into some sort of techno beat. Li didn't seem especially interested in it, herself. She wasn't bobbing her head or singing along. She seemed calm and quiet, driving with focus. She produced a piece of paper that he guessed had directions. Great. Even Li didn't know where they were going. The song was set to repeat, and by the time they had driven to what seemed to be their destination, he'd already memorized part of the lyrics. They pulled into a parking lot. It was crowded, and he glanced around. They were surrounded by people wearing the stereotypical Goth clothing. Music was pouring out of a building. Li had brought him to a Goth club? That was weird. She knew he was uncomfortable in this type of setting. What was she doing? She got out, walked around the car, and opened the door behind him. Then, Li retrieved something and tossed it to him. BJ grabbed the bag awkwardly, caught off guard. "Change." He raised his brows, looked at her, and then looked at the bag. There were clothes in there, things that would allow him to fit in better than the clothing he was wearing. "Here?" He looked skeptical. She arched a brow. "Why not? It's just the shirt. Your pants are fine." BJ started to complain about the cold, thought better of it, shrugged, and changed. Li removed her jacket, exposing black fishnet sleeves. Once he was dressed as she'd requested, she smiled at him, then reached into her purse. "I wouldn't stop this feeling from taking over," crooned the radio as she pulled out accessories. She fastened a bracelet onto his wrist, black leather set with fake amethysts. Then, she leaned up, slipping her hands around his neck slowly. He felt the cold of metal links at his throat. Then, there was a click he both felt and heard. She smiled at him, showing him a key. He reached up and felt the collar she'd put on him, secured with a little padlock. "Do you remember when I said you might be permanently wrapped in my chains?" Li said it teasingly, a smile in her voice. Then, she gestured at the club behind them. She smiled reassuringly before stepping back and offering him a hand. He took the hand, but when she tugged, he hesitated. There was so much noise and so many people. BJ glanced at her, then back at the building, standing still a moment. Li swiftly brought a hand down and grabbed him firmly between the legs. He bent slightly at the pain and she whispered sweetly into his ear. "Walk, bitch." The pain wasn't enough to make him double over, but it was certainly enough to make him accompany her meekly. She smirked knowingly as she felt his erection grow in her hand. A few people glanced their way, but nobody paid much attention to them. One girl actually noticed what was going on and nudged her friends, who stared openly and laughed. They went into the dark building with its neon lights, and he grimaced. This was not his sort of thing. He wasn't sure how he'd do in here, but could not think of a way to get out of it. The music was even louder than he'd feared it would be. She paid their entry fee and dragged him to a seat. Once there, she perched on his leg, not resting her full weight on him as she searched her large purse. There was a little matching pouch inside of it, which she clipped onto her belt. He assumed it held whatever valuables she might have. She leaned close and spoke clearly. "We're going to dance," she said. He was surprised, though he wasn't sure why. What else could they do in a place like this? He certainly wasn't going to drink. She must have misunderstood his expression. "I know you don't dance, but just hear the music and feel the beat. Okay?" BJ grunted. He could hear the damned music and feel the damned beat. That wasn't the problem at all, even though he really didn't like music. He wanted to make a complaint, but she didn't look interested. She pulled him and they made their way onto the floor. He practically growled as they were immersed in the crowd of moving bodies. He just stood there unhappily, and she smiled pleasantly. "Aww, don't be a Mr. Grumpy Pants. It's my birthday!" A guy near them heard her and shouted, "Happy birthday! Wanna dance?" She turned and flashed the guy a brilliant smile. BJ muttered to himself and started looking around for the door. He didn't want to dance, but he liked the idea of his girlfriend dancing with this other guy much less. He wasn't really sure what he'd do about it, but doubted it would go well. He waited to see what Li would say. "Maybe later, thanks!" She turned back to BJ, wrapping her arms around him and stepping in to close the distance between them. "Uh-oh, Pookie... maybe you should start acting like you like me, a little." BJ frowned as she held him and gently pushed him around. Of course he liked her, though he wasn't sure how much he liked her at that exact moment. He just hated all of the noise and how crowded it was. Everything and everybody here was unpredictable, and he had no control over the situation at all. He realized that during his internal complaining about the situation, he'd been distracted enough to move to the music with Li. Damn it, he was dancing. Now he wasn't even controlling his own movements. Li reached up and touched his face and he flinched at the unexpected contact. Looking down, he saw her arch a brow at his reaction. Then, she looked rather gentle and soft, her expression one of concern and care. He could hardly hear her shout over the music. "Pay attention to me, BJ. Nothing else here matters. Just you and me." He tried to stop glowering and hunched down a little, gathering her close to him. It was, as she'd pointed out, her birthday. For whatever reason, this was what she'd wanted to do, and he was the person she'd wanted to be with. He decided to ignore how annoying and frustrating it was and at least pretend he was enjoying himself. Li felt him relax slightly and stood on tiptoe, cupping his face, pulling it down to her. He met her halfway for the kiss, which was more passionate than he'd expected. He pulled back and she casually smacked him between the legs. She spoke in a direct and firm voice. "More." There, surrounded by the sweltering mass of dancing bodies, they locked lips for what was probably the longest kiss he'd ever had. When he came up for air, she started biting at his neck, her hands moving over his body slowly. He became aware of the people who were watching them with amusement and he flushed with embarrassment. He tried to pull away, and she clutched him to her. "Where do you think you're going?" "People are looking," he said. "So?" She asked, well aware that he was uncomfortable. He didn't want to be the center of attention, even if it was only for a few strangers who would never see him again. "You're not ashamed of being with me, are you?" "No, but..." BJ sought the words to explain himself without offending Li. She didn't allow him to finish. Instead, she pulled him back to her, kissing along his jaw and nibbling his ear. He felt her hand move over his chest, and down his stomach. It rested at his waist, deliberately threatening him by waiting so close to his dick. It was obvious to him now- give her what she wanted, or be publicly punished. He buried his face in the curly mass of her hair, surrendering to her mouth as it licked and bit its way back to his mouth. Her small teeth clamped gently onto his lip as she tugged it into her mouth, sucking lightly. BJ groaned, torn between enjoyment and panic. She moved back to kissing his throat, feeling his pulse race under her tongue. Li finally released him, and they both stood a moment, breathing heavily. Of course, by this time, nobody was looking any more, but BJ was still embarrassed. Li prodded and pulled him back to their abandoned seat with her purse dangling from its back. He fell into it, almost exhausted by the situation. The room was a swirl of flashing lights and colors, the chaotic noise of music and conversation, and movement. Li was speaking to him, asking him something, but he was missing it. "What?" At Last Ch. 03 "Have you ever heard of sensory deprivation?" He looked at her blankly. She didn't know if that meant he hadn't heard of it, or if he didn't know how to respond. "Your punishment is all over now, and we're going to try a little experiment." BJ's confusion must have been apparent, as Li laughed softly and explained. "I made you go through that because of the thong situation. In the future, you will think twice before being a sneaky little pervert, won't you?" He still looked confused, but he nodded. He wasn't sure how he felt about the punishment, but if he was vindicated, he was willing to just forget it. "You're miserable here, but I'm not. So, you are going to have to trust me completely for the rest of tonight, BJ. Can you handle that?" As she spoke, she went through her purse, apparently trying to get to something at the bottom. He watched silently as she removed her makeup case, a little hairbrush, and a few other random things she'd brought along. Being a girl was complicated, it seemed. She was looking at him expectantly, and he realized he hadn't answered her. Uncertain of what Li had been talking about, he shrugged. He did trust her, but frightening things often followed questions like that. She decided silence was compliance, and pulled something out of her purse. It was black leather, and padded in various places, with snaps and holes. She brought it to his head. "You belong to me, right?" She stroked his cheek with the cool leather. Again, he didn't seem to know how to respond, but suddenly, his mouth felt dry. "This is a special hood that will block out... well, everything. If this is too much for you, you're just going to have to take it off, if you can figure out how. Now give me your glasses." He did as she said, and Li slipped them into a hard case she had brought. She'd obviously prepared for this ahead of time. "I started getting ready for this after we celebrated our six month anniversary. It was pretty obvious then that you were going to be around for a while. Can you handle this, Pookie?" BJ nodded. He wasn't sure if he'd like it, but he was willing to give it a shot. This was something they'd never talked about before. Apparently, Li had spent some time either thinking about ways to overcome certain anxieties he had, or she'd decided to be more revealing about a few of her kinks. Maybe it was both. He waited for her next move. Li suddenly seemed very soft again, leaning forward. She kissed him gently. "Listen carefully. I want this to be something we both enjoy, or we just won't do it. Okay? I don't think I'll understand you if you try to talk to me through this thing. So, we're going to use a one-to- five scale for you to let me know how you're doing. One is good, and five is bad. If at any time, your status changes, you can hold up fingers to let me know. If you absolutely have to talk, tap me a few times, and I'll adjust it so your mouth is free." The club was overwhelming him and distracting him from what she was saying. He closed his eyes and focused on her, the song from the car popping into his head. The exact words were gone, but it was something about being in a crowded place and feeling as though they were the only ones there. He could smell her, the Estee Lauder perfume wrapped around him lightly. Her idea, if it worked, would make it easier for this atmosphere to fade away. "Okay," he said, uncertainly. Her tongue slipped over his lip, and he could feel the air hit, cool and soft as she exhaled. She pulled away, and he licked his lip, tasting her on his skin. "You won't be able to see, so you have to trust me to guide you around. You'll know it's me, because I'll tap your right elbow once, and then your left elbow twice. Another important thing... and this goes for... forever, really. Not just tonight. If I put you into a certain position, a deliberate position, and do not indicate otherwise, I mean for you to stay that way." BJ nodded, opening his eyes again. He watched as Li pulled something from her purse. She turned back to him and offered him earplugs. "I don't think the hood will block out all of this noise, so use these. Before you put those in, I should say something... until you hear me say you have permission, you are not allowed to cum. If you reach a point where you think you cannot possibly take any more, you should beg. Beg to hear my voice, maybe. I like to listen to you beg." BJ groaned and put the plugs into his ears, sighing as the noise level was reduced drastically. She smiled at him and with a hesitant look on her face, slipped the hood over his head. There were tiny holes in the leather over his eyes, but she closed a flap over it, and he was immersed in both darkness and silence. While the earplugs hadn't blocked all of the sound, the cushion of the specially made hood eliminated the rest of it. The music was nothing more now than the vibrations in the floor. Then, she was pushing and pulling at him. He followed. She grabbed at his dick again, lifting when he needed to pick up his feet to avoid tripping onto the dance floor. She moved close to him, wrapping her arms around him. He clutched at her, feeling a little timid. It was a very strange thing, moving to only the vibrations of music he couldn't hear, holding a woman he couldn't see. They danced for a while, but all sense of time left him. It could have been one song, or it might have been a dozen. He didn't know. After a while, she led him to a chair and pushed him down. Then, she was gone. He was very nervous, because it was impossible to know who was around him, or what they might do. Li wouldn't abandon him to the whim of some stranger, would she? Somebody arrived, sat on his lap, removed the flap covering his mouth, and kissed him. He knew it was Li, from the feel of her, her scent, her taste. A bottle was gently placed at his mouth, and he swallowed cool water. He took hold of the bottle and drank a little more. He was still a little thirsty when it was taken from him, and he felt her warm tongue lap at the droplets clinging to his lips. Then, he was pulled back up, once again by his dick. His poor dick. It throbbed painfully in her grasp, but he could do nothing but follow. They were again on the dance floor. He could feel its smooth hardness under his shoes. This time, Li pulled at his neck, tugging his face to her. He bent down, suddenly more aware of how much taller he was. Her lips met his and he drank from her, taking her essence into his mouth. The world was nothing but darkness, silence, and the taste of her kiss. The feel of her hair against his throat. Her body against his. Even as they kissed on the dance floor, they moved to the vibrations he felt in his feet. The music played on, and he was undisturbed. He was in a world where all there was, was Li. Li, who kissed him like he was precious to her. Li, who cupped his leather clad face like it was made of the finest porcelain. Li, who suddenly slapped him in the balls. He cried out, the sound unable to go anywhere, but into her mouth. She smiled against his lips, swallowing his shout. He was guided off of the floor again, backwards. He would have fallen, but he was propelled to keep going until he found himself against a wall. BJ waved his hand in front of her, like some magical ward. Was he trying to push her away? She looked. He was holding up four fingers. Li was still there, clutching through his pants, firmly holding his helpless little penis. BJ whimpered as she squeezed tighter, reaching to pull him down to her again. She kissed him passionately, releasing his dick to grind her body against his. They made out there, in the corner she'd found, their hips moving in slow circles. After a few minutes of this, she pressed him against the wall, indicating he was to stay there. Then, she left and he had to wonder what people were thinking of this oddly hooded man standing in a corner of the club. His fingers almost itched to try and take the thing off of his head, but he didn't want to disappoint Li. She was gone for quite a long time, and he was growing concerned. Sooner or later, somebody was bound to come along and bother him. Li watched from a few feet away, testing his patience and smiling. He was doing remarkably well. It had only been two minutes, but she was certain it had felt like an eternity to him. At the end of three minutes, she tapped his elbows, took his hand, and guided him to the exit. He knew he was outside, but he didn't know what they were doing. Were they leaving? He assumed they were, since she was helping him into the car. He shivered a little, and she covered him with what felt like his coat. He was glad he'd brought it. BJ felt the vibration of the car as it started and wondered where they were headed next. After a bit, the car stopped and he felt it move as she exited and shut the door. Again, he was left to sit and wonder what was happening for a bit. She smiled at him through the car window as she approached his door. She'd gotten them a hotel room for the night so she could finish playing with him in this vulnerable state. He'd never given her a higher number than a four, and that had only been while she'd been shoving him into the corner. This night could be quite fun. They didn't have anything to carry, so she took his hand and led him to the door of their room. They stood outside while she fiddled with the key. Electronic cards were tricky for her. Once she had it open, she led him in and shut the door. He seemed quite tense, and she figured he was trying to get an idea of where he was. She wished she could turn on a radio loud enough to get vibrations that would confuse him further, but the cold of the room would probably help. To add to this, she turned on the air. In the darkness of the mask, he'd made several guesses of where they might be. Obviously, it was someplace where she felt comfortable leading a guy around in a weird hood. They were outside. He could feel the cold air, and he wondered when they were going in. Where they were going. Why were they walking, then stopping, so many times? Were they in some kind of line? It was just weird. Then, he felt something unexpected- his pants were being unfastened. BJ tried to stop her, still not knowing where they were. Li's hand gripped him tightly through his clothing, and this time he did bend over from the pain. He couldn't drop to the floor, as it would cause even more pain. Instead, he whimpered and reached out a hand pleadingly. "Please... anything, anything you want, please let go." Li resumed undressing him. He stood there, shivering in what he assumed was some sort of outdoor setting, with his pants halfway down his legs. He hoped no police would show up. This would be a crazy thing to have to explain. It was freezing out here, and her fingers were like little icicles moving over his skin. Her hands moved slowly over him, long lines sweeping over his body as she lifted his shirt. She leaned forward and he felt the brush of her hair before her tongue flicked over his nipples. Li stepped away and undressed, watching him as he stood there. She blew a stream of air at him and watched him cringe. She went to the bathroom and turned on the light, then washed her hands to warm them. She returned and walked slowly around him. Then, she pushed him to the table. He had to penguin walk because his pants were around his knees. She guided his hands to the table's edge so he could hold onto it, and then slapped his ass. He yelped and started to move away, which he must have sensed was useless- and potentially dangerous- while he couldn't see. BJ stood there, his body tense. She swatted at his ass again, and then knelt behind him. She tugged his legs to let him know she wanted them farther apart. Then, she glanced up. His ass was by her face, and his balls dangled behind it, only inches away from her. She reached up and gave them a firm slap. "Ah!" She followed the slap with a soft stroke over his dick, her hand closing around his dick to tug lightly. She repeated this a few times, until he started expecting it. Rather than doing it again, she started rubbing his ass and stroking his dick at the same time. The hand on his ass explored, kneading and stroking, worked its way between the cheeks to tease lightly. He clenched at first, then relaxed as she did nothing but rub him all over. Then, she took his hand and wrapped it around his dick, letting him know with a few motions what she wanted of him. He stood in the cold dark silence, stroking himself. She watched from a few feet away, seated on the bed. His focus, of course, was on wondering where they were, what she was doing, and if there was any chance of them being caught. Bit by bit, he slowed down until he stopped. She immediately went to him and slapped his balls again. He whimpered. "Please... I can't, not here." She wondered what he'd conjured up for where "here" was and laughed. Either way, his dick was still hard, so he obviously could do it. Here. Li moved his hand again, making it plain that she didn't care about his excuses. She wanted to watch him touch himself. She reached into her purse again, pulling out the vibrator she'd stashed in the trunk of her car earlier. She rubbed it over herself as she watched him, then let it slip into her. She was dripping wet from the show, and decided he should have the pleasure of knowing how much she enjoyed watching. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the toy to a fast setting and pressed it into the most sensitive areas. The sight of her masturbating boyfriend and the hard toy pummeling her sent her over the edge quickly, and before she knew it, she was ready to cum again. Instead, she regretfully slipped the vibe out from between her legs, rose shakily, and approached him. Li pulled him close to kiss him, and he responded despite his confusion. He was completely unprepared when she kneed him in the crotch. "Li?" BJ groaned her name as he bent over. She pushed him down, forcing him onto his knees. He hoped it was Li. The person smelled like Li. "Please, just let me know it's you." For a moment, she was baffled. Who else would it be? Of course. He thought he was outside, somewhere. She touched his elbows. As he opened his mouth to say something else, she slipped the toy past his lips. At first, he jerked back, rebelling against the mysterious object. She slapped him and thrust it into his mouth. The smell and taste of her filled his mouth and nose, and he licked and sucked it from the toy with a whimper. Once she felt he'd cleaned it sufficiently, Li slipped the toy from his mouth. She bent down, kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue. Then, she backed off, sitting in a chair to watch him a moment. She loved the way he looked kneeling there, helpless, deliciously vulnerable. BJ waited, still full of questions. Where was Li now? What was she doing? Where the hell were they? Her cum was now just aftertaste lingering in his mouth, and he ran his tongue over his lip, hoping to get a little more. His dick was hard and throbbing, and he reached down to rub the ache out of it. He remembered what she'd said earlier, about not being permitted to cum. He wondered if Li was watching, and just in case, he made his strokes long and slow, aware now that he had to try and make her need him as much as he needed her. Of course, there was the toy. Would she want him as much when she had that there to satisfy her needs? "Li?" He called her name, knowing he would hear no response. Maybe she would touch him reassuringly, if she were still there. He couldn't hear anything, but he tried, anyway. He was completely still, his ears straining. "Li?" Li was, indeed, there. She sat in her chair, watching hungrily as he stroked himself. When he'd whispered her name, it had been hard not to respond immediately by rushing over. Instead, she'd stayed in place, silent and still. She glanced at the time. He'd been there for only a couple of minutes. She was pleased that he'd decided to go along with the game, rather than remove the hood. She really hadn't been sure this was a good idea. It might have been too much for him. It was a difficult thing for Li, expressing sexual dominance when her emotions were so fragile. Even with phone sex, every time she brought him something new, she was terrified it would be the thing that made him leave. BJ shifted uneasily on the ground. She'd put him in this position, and he figured it would be a bad idea to get up, but he was getting uncomfortable. This was especially true because his pants were bunched around his thighs. She'd said that part about the club was a punishment. Maybe this was a punishment. Maybe he'd finally take off the hood and find out that she'd ditched him somewhere. That didn't sound like Li, but then... he hadn't expected any of this, either. Hell, she'd been a little uneasy when she found out he wanted her to slap his balls. She hadn't seemed reluctant earlier, though, while she was kneeing him. His dick twitched a little as he remembered that. Li licked her lips. His dick was bobbing, filling up a little more. Was he thinking of her? She hoped so. She'd quite deliberately yanked on a few of his kinks to make this a little easier. While she'd always treated genitals with tenderness and a gentle touch, she had a fondness for inflicting pain. Nothing serious- she didn't want to harm anybody, just hurt somebody. She let him wait for five minutes. His body looked tired but tense. He was sweating a little, despite the cold air. BJ wondered where she was. His knees were starting to get sore. What was she doing? Would she return? His world was infinite dark, and anything she did now would be a ray of light. Suddenly, there was an explosion of color as somebody kicked him. He'd been stroking his dick, and his hand was wrapped at the base of his dick when Li's foot made contact with his balls. He shouted and struggled not to cum as he collapsed. "Please... please... let me cum." Li smiled as he begged. He continued, offering her anything. Everything. Begging her for permission. Wasn't it sweet? Li found it adorable, then wondered if that was weird. Li went to her purse and extracted a few items, laying them out on a table. One item was placed into the mini fridge before she turned back to the table. Then, she looked over everything, deciding which to use first. She placed her hand gently over the makeup case. She smiled; knowing he probably hadn't even guessed it might have some alternative purpose. She'd used the case to hold special things, most of which she'd purchased at the mall earlier. She almost giggled as she thought of how innocent they had probably seemed to him at the time, simple beauty supplies. Now they waited for him in the case. With careful consideration, she selected a handful of items before returning to BJ, who was still begging, face down on the floor. His voice was slightly whiny as he said her name when she rolled him over. He helped her as much as he could, despite not being sure what she wanted him to do. BJ lie on his back, immersed in darkness and silence, completely focused on the feel of her hands. They felt wonderful, somehow both rough and gentle at the same time. He hadn't noticed before how soft and smooth they were. He supposed that only made sense, because with her job, they were likely covered in lotion the majority of the day. She tugged his pants down to his shins and hiked his shirt up to his chest. He started to whisper her name in a pathetic tone, his body moving, straining for more contact. She smiled and waited. Once he'd settled back into a calmer state, just waiting for her next move, she reached for him. He felt a light prickly sensation, as if he was almost being touched, but not quite. The hairs on his legs were moving slowly. It didn't exactly itch or tickle, but it was something in between. Her fingers were moving this way up his legs, over his stomach, around his nipples, and down his sides. He could feel the heat of her hands as they grazed over his skin, teasing him with their presence. She moved them this way and that, suggestively. BJ sighed. At Last Ch. 03 Then, there was a new thing moving over his skin. It was not her hand, and he couldn't figure out what it might be. It felt almost like the edge of a feather- thin, soft, light, and smooth. It was too thick to be a feather, and the hair like tendrils tickling every pore didn't quite feel like barbs. He stopped trying to puzzle it out when those tickly things started moving over his balls. They glided over him, in a feeling that should have been soft but was almost scratchy in such a sensitive place. BJ's thighs were so tense that Li almost paused. However, he hadn't indicated he wanted to stop. She shrugged mentally and continued, loving the way it made him wiggle and groan. BJ lie on the floor, conflicted. He didn't know if he wanted it to stop or not. He wasn't sure if it felt good or if it made him itch. It made him want her to touch him, scoop him up and rub him with her fingers, and let him sit in the palm of her hand. Instead it continued. The sensation spread from back to front, slowly working from left to right, until every bit of skin covering his scrotum was tingling. Just when he started to feel like screaming, it stopped. Li selected a kabuki brush, the large fat brush some people use for applying powder. It had luxuriously soft bristles, and she'd loved the feel of it against her face. What would it feel like in more delicate areas? She lightly applied it to his skin, tracing the curves and wrinkles of his agitated balls. BJ sighed as the hairs pressed against him, plusher than silk, more delicate than velvet. Her strokes were short and sweeping, then slowly dragging circular motions. Her focus remained on his balls; his dick was neglected completely. Li smiled as his dick became slightly soft, the soothing caress of her brush relaxing him. His body was losing its tension. He would be completely unprepared. She went to the mini-fridge and retrieved the item she'd placed there. When she returned to him, he was calmly lying on his back. She positioned herself on her knees carefully, so he wouldn't know where she was. Then, she drew the edge of something over his chest slowly. It was a small pocketknife, made cold so it would feel sharper than it really was. BJ gasped and started to struggle away, as she'd expected him to. She immediately dropped, seating herself on his head. She hadn't considered which way he might move, and found that his nose was in her ass, and her pussy was spread over his mouth. For a moment, she worried that she might be too heavy or that she was suffocating him. Apparently, he was fine, as his slowly softening dick suddenly sprang to life and he was reaching up to pull her closer. She could feel his lips opening against her, his tongue lapping eagerly into her. It was far too difficult to concentrate on what she was doing. Li didn't want to accidentally injure him. She held the knife between her teeth and ground down onto him, yanking his hands from her hips and flinging them to the ground. He didn't try to hold onto her again and stopped licking her for the moment. She drew the knife over his skin again. He yelped up into her but didn't try to get away this time. She smirked and lifted up a little before continuing. Li pressed the point into him as she dragged it slowly along his skin, not hard enough to penetrate. She could feel the tension that filled his body and was impressed that he stayed where he was. BJ was pretty nervous about Li and the sharp thing dragging over his torso. He was pretty sure she wouldn't really hurt him, but he could be wrong. He felt the flat of the blade move over his skin slowly, and realized it was a small knife. His concern that she was going to hurt him was reduced and he relaxed a little. She could still harm him with it, though he was pretty sure she didn't want to. The edge slid over and around his nipple, and he tried not to move. He barely breathed. He could still feel the heat of her spread over his face, and he exhaled harder than he had to, hoping she would give in and let him cum. Li tried to ignore the feeling of his warm breath as it moved tantalizingly over her wet flesh. She leaned forward to run the blade slowly down his body. In this position, her pussy was pressed into his mouth, and he groaned as his lips were coated with her slick moisture. He ran his tongue over his lips, the tip of it rubbing against her swollen clit. Li grabbed his dick roughly, pressing the edge of the blade against it threateningly. He immediately closed his mouth and tried to pull his head away. Li had talked herself out of using the sharp edge of the knife, pressing only the non-cutting edge against him. Of course, it was thin and cold, so he probably didn't know. She lifted quickly away from him, turning to look down at him. He was begging her to please let him cum, half-whispering and half-moaning. She rose stood and turned swiftly, bending down to take hold of his shoulders. She pulled him up, getting him onto his knees. His skin was red and agitated from the knife and his dick was dripping slightly. "Please, Li..." Cumming on the toy earlier hadn't made her effort any easier. If anything, it had made it harder for her to ignore her increasing need. When he'd flicked his tongue over her while she'd been drawing the knife over his balls, she'd had to struggle not to orgasm immediately. Now, as he pleaded on his knees, she wanted to shove him down and fuck him. She wanted to feel him inside of her as he writhed in pain and pleasure. She was pretty sure they were not emotionally ready for things to go to that level. She really hadn't wanted to stop playing with him yet, but she couldn't wait any more. Instead, she took hold of his shoulders and guided him quickly to the bed so she could sit. Once there, she reached a hand to his head. The leather was cold and smooth under her fingers. She jerked him roughly to her, spreading her thighs. He followed blindly as she pulled his head, his hands moving out to catch himself. He felt the soft skin of her thighs under his hands as he fell, his nose landing abruptly in her pussy. He breathed her in with a contented sound. Easily understanding what she wanted, he opened his mouth, slurping her dripping pussy into it. Her hand tightened on the back of his head, and she pulled him closer. For a moment, he didn't feel as if he could breathe. BJ's dick throbbed as she continued pulling him closer, her hips lifting her to meet his face. He thrust out his tongue, lapping eagerly into her, his hands clutching desperately now at her thighs. He knew he had to make it good, or she wouldn't let him cum. Oh, how he needed to cum. She ground her hips against his head, her clit throbbing against his nose. He could feel her juices trickling down over his chin, she was so wet. Her delicate folds were quivering in his mouth, her motions becoming jerkier. The scent of her perfume was almost eliminated by that of her arousal. She was getting so close. BJ groaned. He clutched her, his dick pressing painfully against her leg. It seemed his body was filling up with the pain that pulsed at his groin. Li was screaming encouragement that he couldn't hear. The nails of one hand bit into his shoulder, the fingers of her other hand gripped at his head. She struggled to contain herself. She didn't want to cum again, not yet. It was a losing battle as he kept going, his mouth reducing her to a puddle of need. Finally, she surrendered to the sensations and exploded against him, crying out as she rose from the bed, standing as she slammed herself against BJ's face. He couldn't stop himself. How could he help it? In the onslaught of all of this, BJ was unable to hold back any longer. He whispered against her, "Please..." even as his balls tightened up. "Li, please!" The last was a shout as he exploded, a stream shooting from his neglected penis. It felt as though he'd never stop, just keep releasing until he was crumpled and dehydrated at her feet. He collapsed, his face dropping. He rested his head against her knee, his hands on the floor to support him as he bent slightly. At Last Ch. 04 "You said that a month ago, Li. And the month before that, and the month-" "I know, I know." Li said in mock annoyance. Li was telling her best friend once again that she thought she should end the relationship with BJ. "This time, it's different. Things... are progressively... weirder." "Weirder how?" Tori asked. "I mean, it's you, so things have to be weird, right? You know, it IS normal to argue or find little things about somebody that annoy you. I know with David, everything was great and then suddenly really horrible. Most relationships don't just flip like that, Li. I promise." "Yea." Li replied, trying to think of how to explain, where to start. "I mean, you know. The responsibility of having somebody love you... it's just so much." "You're the only person I know who sees Love the way you do, but I know what you mean." Tori said. "Wait, does BJ love you?" "No, that isn't what I'm saying." Li sighed. "It's just that I got into this thing that I didn't want. Even before David, I didn't want a relationship. Then he came along and by the time we were done, I didn't even want to be friends with most people. Then, BJ came into my life. He was... is... so many good things. And the things that most people think of as bad, like the way he's so OCD. That's even good, most of the time. It makes him more... reliable? No. Predictable. No surprises. I've had too many damned surprises. I mean, there's still always something new to learn about him, and I'm sure he can be spontaneous. Just, you know." "No surprise women crawling out of the woodwork with surprise babies, like with David," Tori filled in the blank. "Or surprise cold sores." "Or random mood swings, or weird video game personalities popping out at you in the middle of arguments." Tori was very angry with David on Li's behalf. She would have kept going, but she didn't want to get Li sidetracked. "Anyway... you were saying?" "I like the way BJ actually TALKS to me. About everything. With David, it was like pulling teeth to get anything, but BJ will tell me even the tiniest little thing about his day without complaining about it. I don't feel lonely with him. And the way he reads me comic books if I ask. He's pretty content to share anything I want." "Sharing is good," Tori muttered. "What about the religion thing, though?" "He's not Christian, and that used to bother me, but it doesn't anymore. You know, he actually volunteered to pray with me and go to church if I really wanted him to. The cool thing, though, is that it gives me the advantage of knowing that he's not a good guy because it's going to get him into Heaven. It's just who he is. BJ's actually just a decent person, in general. He makes me feel nice about myself, too. That's a little weird for me, and I haven't decided that I like it." "Why are you wanting to break up with him again?" Tori asked. "It sounds like he's great. He sounds like just want I'd want for you." "Well, there's the whole... Me being in a relationship thing. It's so hard. It's just so hard. Sometimes, I don't answer the phone when he calls because I just don't want to deal with anybody. Then, I feel guilty and call him, and that puts me in a crappy mood. I'm mad because I still don't want to deal with anybody, mad because I talk to him during that time, mad because I felt guilty, mad because even during that time... I miss him. How do you miss somebody and want to not talk to him at the same time? It's just weird and stupid, and I'm pretty sure that's just a me being me thing." "I get like that sometimes, Li. I think most people miss people, even if they want to be alone sometimes." "But I ALWAYS want to be alone. You know how I am. Sometimes, I don't call you for over a month." "Yea, but I still know you care about me, and I bet he would, too. You told me you told him about that." "I did." "And you said he was kind of like that, too." "He is." "Well?" "Our needs don't always coincide." "But doesn't he kind of fly under the radar with you, anyway? Like Katie?" "It doesn't make me especially want to deal with him. I don't always want to deal with Katie, either. And he's still a thousand miles away! What if we get married, like we've been talking about? If we're living in the same house, I won't be able to escape! He doesn't even want me to get my own house, the way I've been wanting to do. He says it's weird." "It is, a little, but I've heard of it before. You two could buy a duplex, and then you'd be right next door to each other." "I've thought of that. I suggested different houses at first. Then, he could buy the condo he wants, I could buy my house. We could spend part of the time at his house, and part at mine. He said it was too weird. I said we could buy a duplex and live right next door. Heck, we could even put in a door between the units so it would be more like one big house with walls down the middle. He said it was too weird. I'm weird, Tori. I know I am. Most people don't need this much space and privacy. Most people don't need so much time alone, and control over their living space. And all of this just makes me feel... more alien." "Yea... I can see that." Tori said quietly. She knew there was more coming. Li wasn't the kind of person who would let something like this end things. Li would suck it up and live in the same house and find some other way to make it work. "Then, there's the way he needs to control things. I mean, he doesn't try to tell me what to do or anything. But, you know, from your husband. The OCD patterns and rituals. The other day, BJ was all messed up because he had to stop by the post office on his way to work." "What happened at the post office?" "Nothing. It's just that he had to stop by on his way to work! It interrupted the regular flow of his life!" Li said in an exasperated tone. "How can he be in a relationship with me when he can't even stop at the post office? I mean, most relationships involve some changes, but me? My whole life is chaos. I'm spontaneous and eccentric, and I've got a kid. She comes with her own schedule. How do we fit into BJ's tidy little world? We don't. So then, I'd have to either change for him, or force him to change for us. Either way, it's a lot of stress." "But no matter who BJ was with, he'd have to make some changes for that kind of thing. And what if he had a kid?" "He doesn't want children." Li said. "He was fine with my thought of getting my tubes tied." "Oh." Li laughed, a sort of hollow and bitter laugh. "The other day, I told him that maybe we shouldn't be together, because I still kind of wanted another child." "You do?" "In a way, maybe. Though BJ couldn't give me the experience I'd like. I want to know what it's like to be with a guy, having a baby we both actually want." Tori had just gone through that with her husband, so she knew what Li meant. He'd been reluctant to have a baby, but once she was pregnant, everything had changed. Every night, he would kiss and talk to her belly. When the baby was born, he'd been so sweet and tender with his wife and child. Allen, her first daughter's father had been pretty good through everything, too. He hadn't turned into a jerk until a while after Hope was born. Li's experiences had been nightmares, things most people never had to face. She could understand why Li would want to see what a happy pregnancy was like. "If I got pregnant, it would be... acceptable. I think BJ would be a decent father. I could adjust to having another child, preferably a son. Really, though, I don't want another kid. It would require a lot of my time and attention, and I don't know. I kind of like being able to give Katie everything I've got. You know why I said it to him? I was hoping he'd refuse. Then, we could break up." "You were hoping he'd refuse?" Tori was a little confused. "I know he really doesn't want a child. The way our conversations regarding that topic were going, it started feeling like," Li sighed. What she was about to say sounded kind of dumb to her. "Well, it sounded like he was going to deny me permission or something. Like I wasn't allowed to have a baby. So even though I ultimately would rather not have one, it made me want to fight harder for the ability to have one. I want it to be my choice." "What did he say?" "He said ok. We started talking about baby names." "You don't sound happy about that." "I wanted it to break us up!" "Why do you want to break up? It sounds like he's willing to give you whatever you want." "I don't know! It just feels... I don't know. I'm not happy." Li shook her head. "Maybe I'm just so used to being incredibly miserable that I don't know what to do or how to feel. No, that's not it, either. I hate fighting. But while he doesn't try to control what I do... I don't feel like BJ is actually a part of it. It's like he's just... coming along for the ride. I can't stop thinking he's just with me because he doesn't want to be alone." "Well that sucks," Tori replied. "And at least I understand that part. A lot of people are okay with settling for less than they want in a relationship, but nobody really thinks about how it would feel on the other end of that." "It does suck. I could be wrong about this, and maybe he actually wants me for me. It felt like that before, but now... I don't know. I know that the exciting swept up in emotions, giggly romance movie thing doesn't last forever. It fades to something calmer and more permanent. The thing is... we never even reached that point. We were never in love, we just liked each other a lot, and it's fading. I want to be in love with some guy, and for the guy to be in love with me." "Well, you should have that. You deserve it." Tori said quietly. She often felt sad and angry for Li, who never managed to get a break in life. "So what did you say to BJ?" "What could I say?" Li sighed. "He... he wants me to meet his supportive mother, who would fill the void my own mother left. He wants to heal the damage David did. He wants to give me a son, to distract me from the one I lost." "That's sweet." "Yea, it is." Li grumbled. "How can somebody be so close to what I want but still so far?" "It doesn't sound like he's as far as you feel like he is." "I dunno. He, well, those little things that are good about him are also bad, some of the time. Like, his OCD thing is pretty much guaranteed to drive me bonkers. Especially because it makes him need to control everything. I mean, you know I'm... well. You know about my other issues. Regarding control." "I try not to spend a lot of time thinking about you in black leather cat suits, with torture implements in your hands." Tori said in a teasing tone. "Hey!" Li giggled. "That's so not what I meant. But, you know. I really need to have my way-" "Which it sounds like he's ready to give." "But that's the thing. He isn't! He is, about some stuff, but then there are some things that will be issues. I'd be okay about a lot of things that would be absolute limits for him, but it kind of feels like... like he's really the one with the ultimate say in things? Like he isn't submissive, he's just passive. And when it comes to certain aspects of our relationships," "Aspects involving cat suits and whips?" Tori couldn't help it. "I don't use whips, and I don't own cat suits!" Li laughed. "But yea, that type of area. He, well. He tries to control how I control him? He's not submissive, he's... a bottom. " "Uhm. I don't really know what that means?" "A submissive person surrenders to the will of another person. BJ wants me to do rather specific things, from the way I touch him to the things I say to him. Other stuff... well, he'll go along with some of it, but he won't really like it. He might even resent it. And this isn't just sexual. It's the way things are in other parts of our potential future life." "Ah," Tori replied. This, she understood. "What are you going to do?" "Wait... that's all I can do. I made a promise," Li said. "When I wanted to break up before, he asked me to give us until he goes home after Halloween. So I'm going to wait and see what happens." "Oh, yea. Halloween. Will he, I mean, do you think you... what's the plan for him on Halloween? I know last year, you said you were thinking of asking him to stay with you all night, but you didn't." "I don't know, but I think maybe. I mean, each time I bring the idea of us maybe breaking up into the conversation, he seems so hurt, even now while it's been getting weird. I don't want to hurt him, but I don't feel... well, you know how I am." "I know how you are." "You know how hard it is for me to drop my emotional barriers and how I feel about being close and the L word." Li smiled when Tori laughed. "So, you don't know?" "I'm leaning toward yes," Li replied. "Maybe that would be the thing to make me finally stop being so crazy and detached. I mean, despite the stuff I say, I'm still in Like with him." "In Like with him," Tori chuckled. "It's like when kids say, 'Do you like him like him or just like him?'. So funny!" "I know, I know. But I'm very aware that I don't love him. Because as scared as I am of the idea of it, I keep wishing I'd fall in love with BJ. He's a good guy, and I know he'd take care of me. And if I just... fell in love with him, I'd stop being as scared of loving him." "Yea, you'd be too busy giggling like a school girl." "Like I was about David for about five hours. How does a guy break your heart in less than a day?" "By being David. I think every time a guy manages to be a complete ass, we should call it, 'pulling a David'." "What if... BJ pulls a David?" "He's not going to pull a David!" Tori chortled. "From everything you've told me, he sounds like a good guy. You just have to stop waiting for that other shoe to drop." "It's going to be a heavy shoe." "Oh, geeze. I'm going to bed. Keep me posted," Tori ordered. "Good night." "Good night. Get some sleep," Tori added, in a motherly tone. "and give Katie a hug for me." "Will do." They hung up. Li held the cell phone on her stomach as she stared at the ceiling. She rolled off of the bed and went to watch Katie sleep a few minutes. She gave her a gentle hug and a soft kiss on the forehead. "This I can do, but getting some sleep will be hard." She put her phone on silent so it wouldn't make a sound until her alarm went off in the morning. BJ would probably call soon, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to talk to him. She got into her bed and curled up under the blanket. Closing her eyes, she determinedly tried to fall asleep. A thousand miles away, BJ was at his computer, clicking buttons and battling his enemies on the screen. "No, no... yes!" The final one fell, and BJ stretched as he savored his victory. His gaze fell on the time and he saw he was late calling Li. He grimaced. That was one thing that certainly took the fun out of relationships. Not that he minded talking to her, but just the fact that he was obligated to call. In some way, he was responsible for the emotional welfare of another person. The things he did, such as enjoying his game, could make somebody else unhappy. Of course, Li wouldn't mind that he was playing a game, but it did interfere with his ability to call her. He plucked up the phone and called Li, preparing to tell her about his day at work. She didn't answer. "Ah." That gave him some mixed emotions. He was hopeful it meant she was asleep, because he realized she didn't sleep enough. He was somewhat relieved that he wouldn't have to think up ways to entertain her, though she generally seemed satisfied with just hearing about his day. Then, there was the slight irritation that he'd felt originally about the obligation to call, followed by annoyance at her failure to answer when he did call. Also, it was kind of nice, at the end of the day, to hear her voice, so he was mildly disappointed. He set the phone down and contemplated another game. First, he was hungry. He passed his calendar on the way to the kitchen. There were a lot of things to be done in the near future, and passing it reminded him. He normally kept his schedule and routine rather simple, only doing those things he needed to do, and then taking some time to enjoy himself. There was the big trip he'd been planning for so long. He felt a little guilty leaving, because things had been a little weird with Li. They wouldn't be able to talk at all while he was gone. Then, he'd be home for kind of a short while before the next thing. He had promised a friend that he would go on a trip with him and his girlfriend. It would have been better if the girlfriend wouldn't be there. It wasn't that he especially disliked her, but BJ tended not to extend his friendship to the friends and families of his circle. These people obviously existed, and he was fine with the occasional interaction. The problem was that the three of them would spend a week together, in somewhat close quarters. He wouldn't be able to talk to Li during that, either. Then, he was going to spend some time with his family, once again in somewhat close quarters. Every year, his mother had their family get together for a little vacation. It wasn't unpleasant, in general, but following so close on the heels of the first trip, it would be a bit annoying. Being away from home meant that he would not only have to deal with his family, but there would also be time spent with strangers. Eating out, going to attractions. While he wouldn't be talking to Li, he would at least be able to send a quick email here and there. Of course, he was going to visit Li for Halloween. He had hoped, during his last visit, that she would be more open to him. They'd done more in certain areas than he'd dared to hope for, but it wasn't what he'd really wanted on another level. His first visit had been carefully timed to coincide with something. Shortly before they'd decided to be a couple, Li had told him about some of the horrible events of her life. She'd done it with the purpose of chasing him off. He'd listened, rather stunned, as a torrent of emotion and horrible stories came spilling out of this normally calm and reserved woman, and had been more flabbergasted when she'd finished by explaining that this was the reason they couldn't be together. Over time, he learned there was more. Some stories she told in tears. Some were flat and cold. The strangest to him were the stories she told with laughter. Nothing about her past was comical to him. The things that she described enraged him, not only because he cared about her... but because most of the monsters who had been in her life hadn't been punished in any way. They were still out there, probably repeating the same actions, and not receiving any sort of consequence. That infuriated him. He'd expressed this, and his confusion about her laughter. "I have to laugh," Li had explained. "I have to laugh, and to find the brightest possible side of it. If I stop laughing, I'll start screaming again. Somewhere deep inside of me, I'm still screaming, BJ. I'm always screaming, and it never stops. I have to laugh, or the pain will take over. It will consume me." When he really thought about it, it was kind of interesting the way Li had managed to partition it for so long. Most people probably couldn't deliberately block out memories in the way she had, but those who had done it subconsciously were typically better able to completely forget. Because life doesn't simply stop, and we cannot put time on pause, and because Li was unwilling to miss out on any moment of potential happiness, she had decided to stash every sorrow and angry thought into some forgotten recess of her mind. She'd shoved so many horrible memories into what she called her little black box that they couldn't fit anymore. They'd started taking over her personality, and she'd found herself becoming increasingly darker, more bitter, angry. At Last Ch. 04 Once Li had realized the source of her general unhappiness, she'd set out to get fix it. Because so many people had told her that therapy would help, she'd tried it. It had failed miserably. She'd tried church, but even her God hadn't drowned out the screaming in her head. Finally, she'd figured out one thing that seemed to help a little. To ease the screaming and the crying inside of her, she let it out. "Of course, I can't just... have one good cry, or yell a bunch of curse words and be done with it. It's too much. I don't know that anything will ever really silence it. Not permanently." So she'd decided to let out just a little, just enough, to live her life. She'd chosen one day of each year, the anniversary of one of her tragic life events. At some point, late in the night, when Li was completely alone, she dragged up everything. She unwrapped her bandages and examined her scars and wounds. She would relive every moment of every waking nightmare, and take an hour or two to actually allow herself to feel bad for herself. She'd stop searching for the dark humor that made her laugh, stop trying to see any possible lesson she'd been meant to learn, stop trying to convince herself that she was okay. For some precious fraction of night, Li would give herself permission to cry until she was out of tears, shout her anger to the world, and would allow herself to actually want somebody there to hold her. And BJ had been the first one she'd ever asked to be there with her for it, the only one who'd ever been invited to hold her when she was the most vulnerable she ever could possibly be. So it had been kind of an honor when she'd invited him to visit her on Halloween. He'd hoped it would happen the first time he'd gone out to visit, but she hadn't let him near her. She'd said it was too soon. It had been a pleasure to learn, though, that the tiny bits of sadism she indulged in helped. It was nice to have a noble reason to take whatever she dished out! Swallowing his last bite, BJ picked up the phone. He called and again received no response. He left her a brief voice mail and returned to his night. Li's phone illuminated the room, and she flipped it over to bring the darkness back. Only two people would call this late, and she wasn't prepared to talk to either of them. She snuggled into her pillow and wished BJ and David a good night. Somewhere in the lonely dark hours of the night, sleep found her, and she surrendered willingly. They exchanged awkward phone calls until the date of BJ's trip. Each of them was aware of the growing distance, unhappy about it, but unable to summon whatever was required to correct the situation. Li sent him a card each day he was away, including a joke about stalking him in the return address. She hoped he'd come back and laugh, instead of thinking she'd totally gone off of her rocker. BJ called Li when he got back. While the cards were somewhat funny, they made him feel a little guilty. Each one was like a jab at his conscience, telling him he was a bad boyfriend. They had more awkward pauses than comfortable silences, and each of them was glad there was limited time for conversation. They chatted the night before he left for the trip with his friend. Li quietly sat and listened to his description of the place he was heading. She felt a knot forming in her throat as she listened to the sound of him packing, not hearing BJ at all. She was hearing a memory. She was remembering David. She and David had lived in different cities during a time that he'd essentially been the glue holding her together. He had taken a week here and there, off of work, to stay with her in her apartment. She'd been so depressed at the time that without him, she might very well have died. David had spent all of his time at work haunted by the dark shadows under her eyes, her rapid weight loss, and the way she sometimes screamed in her sleep, unable to climb out of the nightmares that assaulted her. He'd tried to pack while she was asleep, to protect her from thinking about his departure until it was imminent. Because he'd tried to spare her feelings, she'd gone along with it, sparing him in return. She'd stayed in bed, with her eyes closed, keeping her breath as deep and even as possible, listening to items going into luggage. Listening to clothing being folded, to the rustle of fabric rubbing the material of the bag. The careful sound of zippers. Snaps. Li despised the sound of luggage. BJ was talking about a potentially dangerous trail they'd be on. She tried to pay attention, but the sounds pulled her back to her memories. Shuffle, zip. She wasn't in her little apartment this time, but the other one. The place she and David had shared, the home they had with Katie. She was hearing the same sounds as he quietly prepared to go to HER place. The woman he'd impregnated when he'd cheated on her. This time, he was being quiet to prevent a fight, instead of sparing her feelings. Her feelings didn't matter any more. She didn't matter any more. The moment David had stopped feeling as though Li had needed him, the moment he'd stopped being the glorious super hero, Li had ceased to exist as anything but a duty. "Are you still there?" BJ asked quietly. Often, if they talked late enough into the night, Li would drift off to sleep. "Yea. I'm here. Sorry, just a little tired." It didn't feel right to admit she'd been thinking of David. Especially since it was making her grumpy with BJ. Easier to pretend nothing was wrong. He'd be leaving soon, and they wouldn't talk again for a week. They stayed on the phone for a little longer before BJ excused himself so he could get some sleep. She lay in bed that night, feeling horribly abandoned by BJ for reasons that had nothing to do with him. Feeling guilty because she knew it was illogical. They next spoke right before he went on the vacation with his family. The conversation was a little lighter, perhaps because they'd each had a bit of a break. Li was trying to come up with ideas for things they'd do when he arrived. A whole week was so long! This was especially true because things had become so distant, even before he'd been gone for so long. They decided they would visit a town near her. It was a very old place, drawing tourists with its museums and ghost tours. BJ surprised her by saying he'd like to see the church, as it would be neat if they got married in the oldest church in the country. By the end of their conversation, Li was feeling less insecure. More like they were connecting a little, like they had before. She was starting to look forward to him coming to see her. They'd cuddle and hang out, and really- maybe that's all they really needed. Long distance was hard on relationships, after all. "I think I'm going to do it," she said when Tori picked up the phone. "Huh?" "I want BJ to be with me on Halloween night." Li clarified. "Things feel... better right now. We just had a pretty decent phone call. Maybe we just needed a break from each other." "I bet that's it. And you've been pushing yourself pretty hard to let him in; to stop freaking out about being in a relationship. Maybe that was stressing you out a little." "If by a little, you mean a whole freaking lot!" Li wasn't the sort of person to pretend something was easy for her if it wasn't. "Well, I'm glad to hear it, but... are you sure? I mean, this is a huge step for you. Letting somebody be there, really be there, and get close to you." Tori said. "There's no turning back." "I thought you wanted this for me," Li replied tartly. "Where's all of that happy-sunshine glitter-rainbows love is awesome talk now?" "Hey, I still want that. I just don't want to sound like I'm pushing you to do this. You'd probably change your mind just because you don't want to feel forced." They both laughed. "You know what we were talking about a few minutes ago?" Li asked rhetorically. "BJ asked if we could go to see the oldest church. Because he thinks it would be cool if we got married in it." "What? And you were okay with that?" Tori was a little surprised. Li, talking about marriage, without having a panic attack? "Well, I admit it made me a little scared... but mostly, it made me realize that all of this is was probably a whole lot worse in my head. I mean, he and I both have acknowledged that things are weird between us right now, but maybe I'm exaggerating it. It's not like I wouldn't imagine things as being worse than they are." "That's true... and that's great! I bet that once he gets there, everything is going to be okay. You'll get to see each other and touch each other, and that really should help. Especially since it will be a week." "Yea, it gives us the time to get comfortable with each other again and then a few days to really enjoy the company." The two girls chatted a bit. Tori was relieved to hear Li sounding more optimistic. A few days later, Li smiled as she saw an email in her inbox. BJ had found time to write her. She hoped he was having a fun time, despite being dragged out of his introversion. She frowned as she read his suggestion that they cut his visit to Florida so that it would only be a few days. He'd spent weeks inaccessible to her during a time that things were awkward and distant. He had spent a lot of it with people he said he didn't really want to be around. Now, all of the sudden, he didn't even want to spend a week with her? His own girlfriend? She was hurt and angry- more so because she'd gotten all excited about seeing him. She sent him a quick response, explaining how she felt as tactfully as she could. A few days would hardly suffice, given the circumstances. He was still at his computer, and wrote again. They exchanged a few emails and suddenly, bewilderingly, it was over. She stared at their emails, reading them over and over, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Things hadn't escalated to an argument, and she hadn't been a jerk. It had all been rather matter- of- fact. The relationship was over because it had just become too hard for BJ. Confused but immensely relived, Li turned off her computer. The other shoe had dropped, and the things she'd expected to happen had happened. She was angry, but that was much easier to deal with than trying to force herself to let down her guard. Li was alone again. At last.