0 comments/ 16772 views/ 2 favorites I promise I By: pearlescent I promise I'm not a stalker. Ok, so I've had to wander around Camden for a few days to find out where you live, but I know you'll be pleased when I turn up on your doorstep. You've got me so distracted...my fingers are itching to touch you. I want to put them in your mouth, and have you bite down on the fingertips. Kiss me so hard its almost like you want to consume me. Kiss down my neck and onto my breasts, suck on my nipples, so I can feel that tingle run down my body and lodge in my groin. Make me undress for you and run your hands over me, whispering to me how beautiful I am. On the underground I am watching a man eating an apple, his mouth closing on the juicy flesh just like yours did on mine that first night we met. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall, weak, my pussy throbbing. As I walk along I can feel the slickness between my legs: I'm so ready for this. I envisage myself dropping down onto my knees and taking your cock in my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head, pushing it back deep into my throat...You're so big, so hard, I can't wait to feel you thrust into me: I know I'll feel it all over, even my fingertips will be buzzing with the feel of you sliding into me. When I get to your door I ring the bell and you answer, dressed in your usual jeans and t-shirt...And you look at me a little strangely, but I know how bored you are, and I give you that look (God you must know how horny I am, how much I want to push you onto the floor, and straddle you, and slide down onto your cock, making you slick with my juices, up and down, my pussy clenching around you). So you let me in without saying a word. And you take hold of my hand and lead me up the stairs to your room, where you close the door behind us. And suddenly you are all over me, your hands on my arse, your mouth on my neck, and you're pushing me towards the bed, forcing me down on it. The whole dynamic has changed: I thought I was the predator, but you're stronger than me, and I'm loving the feeling of being this helpless under the weight of you. Your hand passes over my breast, slides down my stomach and is buried between my legs, reaching for the wet centre of me, sliding up over my clit, circling round and round...with the other hand you grab my jaw, and force me to look into your eyes: and I feel as if I might die with the intensity of pleasure that rushes through me...And I'm looking into your eyes as you stroke me, and I can feel the sweetness build, and oh god you push your finger inside me and I cum, oh ohh ohhhh it feels so much better than all the nights when I've touched myself thinking of you, willing you to envision me in return, lying on my bed, legs spread, one hand pinching a nipple, the other on my clit. And when you see me cum, you let go of me, and frantically reach for your belt buckle, and I, my eyes fixed on yours, reach down and undo it for you, my fingers unzipping you, pushing the waistband as you lift your hips to help me uncover you. I close my cool hand round your hot, throbbing cock and see your eyes roll back slightly, your mouth opening in a sigh. I know this isn't love, it isn't even lust really, just some sick fantasy that was wandering the borderlines of reality and accidentally crossed over. And you told me you don't want anything serious (after letting me give you a blowjob) so here it is...casual sex. You bite me, you pull my hair and we're doing it doggy-style, one hard-gripping hand on my hip, pulling me onto you, pushing you deeper into my hot wet depths that are clenching around you. One hand pulls on my hair, forcing my hair back as you groan out, voice cracking and I can feel you swell inside me, and you let go, clutching me to you as you throb and pulse your soul out into me. And I can hear that clck-clck noise of my wetness slick on me and you, and I roll my hips, sliding myself against you. Nothing purely good is ever this perfect. I nuzzle at your neck, rest my lips on your warm skin so I can feel your pulse beating. You lie there next to me and finally see me, and realise that as you were berating me for not seeing the real you, you weren't really seeing the real me, either. I Promise To….. (This story was written for Angela, who decided it was time for her to expose herself on this site where so much of her life was reflected by others, in pieces and parts of others lives. So with her permission and review, I am going to use her voice tell you all about Angela.) As the youngest of three daughters born to a relatively conservative mid western family, I grew up in the comfort of a warm loving house. My mother and father were never seen by us kids to argue with each other. Maybe they did in the quiet of their room or maybe they were not inclined to disagree that strongly with each other. My sisters and I were close growing up and we looked enough alike that you'd know we were sisters. I was the tallest at 5 five foot 8 and Gloria, the oldest was the shortest at 5"6. Gloria had auburn hair, a nice well developed figure and was the first to leave home. She graduated college and left for the east coast, taking a job in finance that has over the years paid her handsomely. She never married, never seemed to ever have a lover. If she was gay, she never said and she never mentioned a woman in her life either. She visited home on holidays and was the picture of a happy contented individual. My middle sister, Hope, was the wild one of the three, but even at her worst (best) she was timid compared to what I've since seen in the world. Like Gloria she was a pretty girl with long blonde tresses and a nice body, smaller the Gloria but just as well shaped. She chose not to go to college and married her high school sweetheart and lives near my parents. She has two children now and seems to be content. As the youngest, you'd expect me to have been spoiled either by my parents or my sisters but I wasn't. Like Gloria I graduated college and eventually settled about three hours from our childhood home. I was slender compared to Gloria and Hope my hair was what people often refer to as sandy brown and very curly. My body had shape, but nothing as nice as Hope or as full as Gloria's. I had no shortage of men looking to date me, but from an early age I knew that my intentions would be to find the man I wanted to live my life with. I was not looking for short or long-term lovers I was always looking for my husband. No, I was not a virgin all that time, I was fooled from time to time about a man's intentions, but I learned from those experiences. In a few words I had "vanilla" sex with a few men before I found David. From the start, David was different. His dates were all well planned and we always went somewhere, to a play, a concert or a movie. After a few months with David I felt sure he was the one and invited him for dinner in my apartment on Friday night. A few glasses of wine decent lasagna and David and I were naked in my bed. I knew the moment his cock slid into my wet pussy that this man was a keeper. Over the next few months David and I repeated this sleepover, but I always kept the sex "vanilla", perhaps it was because of my previous experiences, perhaps not. On our one-year anniversary of our first date, David knelt in front of me and with words that will never leave my mind said. "Angela, you are the woman I have dreamed of, the woman I want to share my life with. I need you to say yes, will you marry me?" With tears of joy streaming down my cheeks I nodded then said aloud. "David I will marry you. I will love you and obey you till the day I die." We were married in the church I attended all my youth and after a quiet but very nice reception we headed out under a flurry of bubbles to the hotel we'd spend out first night as man and wife, before leaving for a honeymoon in St. Thomas. David used his key card to open the door and before he could carry me inside I said to him. "I know it's not traditional, I know you want to carry me, but I would be so happy if you'd stay outside for a few minutes, I would like to prepare for my husband, in my way." I told him I'd call out to him when I was ready and he closed the door. I managed to remove my wedding dress bra and panties, stockings and garter and standing on my bare feet, bent to kneel towards the door, my knees spread and my hands laying palms open on my thighs. "David, please come in now." To say David was surprised was an understatement and he sputtered and he quickly closed and bolted the door. Before he could say anything I said. "Please Dear, come stand before your wife." David shuffled over and once he was close enough I reached up and opened his tuxedo pants and pulled his hard cock out. Looking up into his eyes and using my hand to gently massage his hard, hot tool I gave my speech. "Husband, today in front of friends and family I made a commitment to you. I promised to be there in sickness and in health and to love and obey you till death do us part." David opened his mouth but with a finger to my lips I asked him not to speak. I continued. "All this I will gladly do for you David. I love you more then life itself and I want you in my life forever. You know that I've had a few lovers in the past, all of them failing me in ways you never did. You were the one that captured my heart and my body." Again he tried to speak but I held my hand up to shush him and then licked his cock before taking it into my mouth. I slurped aloud for him the let his cock "plop" out and continued. "Of the vows we exchanged today one is most important to me and I hope and pray you will allow me to keep that one as a means of keeping all the others. I want, no I need to obey you my husband." I slid his cock into my mouth once again, my left hand still gently rubbing its base. Again pulling it out, I continued. "I will never fail to obey you in every and any thing you ask. I will always defer to you, whether it is how I dress, where I work or where we live. I need you to control me, to discipline me when called for, to make me earn the right to enjoy your cock. I will open my body to you and your cock, I will never say no to you, I will allow and expect you to use my body for your benefit." I saw the look of confusion on his face and said. "Yes, my love, my husband, the master of my life. I will always be your submissive wife. May I enjoy your cock Sir?" Still confused but probably needing what I was offering he nodded and I engulfed his hard throbbing cock and gave him the first blow job of my life. Looking back, I realize it was a poor job, but it served its purpose of cementing my submissive status in our lives. When he came, only a short time later, I managed to swallow most of his cum, though a little trickled out only to be pushed back in my fingers. He then reached down and took my hands in his. "Angela, I will give you anything you ever desire, my love for you knows no limits. If you truly desire this type of relationship then we shall learn the ropes together." I spent the entire night 'servicing my master" and in the morning when we prepared to leave for our trip I asked him to tell me what he wanted me to wear. He looked confused so I said. "Tell me if you want your wife or your submissive traveling with you?" He thought about that for a while and said. "I guess that if I am to be who you want me to be, then you need to be the submissive wife. I have to admit I do not know what that means in terms of dress." "David, if it all right with you I will wear only a sun dress and sandals. No bra and no panties. My body will be available for you always. May I do this?" He nodded and I quickly did my hair and make-up before sliding the short dress over my naked body and sliding into a pair of sandals. The dress was a light cotton and did very little to hide the excitement in my nipples, but it was just long enough to sit decently in the cab and on the plane. By David's smile I could see he was pleased with the look. By the way he took me as soon as we entered our room in St. Thomas I was pleased with how I had earned that fuck. Yes I say earned because that is what I believe. I wanted to earn his cock every day, to be his personal slut, to always be so hot that his cock would fill me. Honeymoons may not be positive proof that I earned each fuck, but my lord did we fuck. Where prior to marriage, sex was a bedroom 'vanilla" act, here in the islands it was everywhere and anywhere we wanted, and we wanted. On the beach at night (sand sucks), in an alley behind a bar pushed up against a rough cinder block wall, voices of the patrons on the other side filling our ears. My pussy was getting sore, but I would never tell my husband that, I was his whenever he wanted. I never wore panties or a bra on our honeymoon, only a bikini on the beach. I learned by experience how to give my master a good blowjob and eventually a great one. On our third night I reminded my master that all my entrances were open and he finally used that last one, with lots of ;ubricant, filling my virgin asshole with his cock. I can't say I loved it, but knowing I gave it to David made me happy. Over time I grew to want his cock in my ass as much as my pussy and my mouth. The next few months, back at home I steered David to web sites where he could purchase items he would need. I did not select the items individually but told him that he might need or want to restrain me from time to time, or to discipline me. I suggested he buy some things now and add to the collection as he saw fit. I told him there was nothing I would not love as long as his hands were used. The first night he secured me to the bad was good, I was unable to move much as he ate my pussy to multiple orgasms then left me tied up and needy while he watched a football game. By the time he'd returned I was a blubbering, begging slut who needed his cock. He gave it to me in my mouth first, saying. "Time to earn your orgasm." May have been the best blowjob yet and while he did not fill my mouth with his seed, he soon plunged his cock in my soaking pussy and filled that hole with hot cum. Over the years he's purchased outfits, whips, crops, chains and collars. He has a good supply of butt plugs, various sizes and shapes. Some mere plugs, some plugs that vibrate. He also now has a supply of nipple clamps, some with a rubber coating, some with teeth and some that he can screw down till I beg for mercy. We've been married close to ten years now and except for time off to deliver our two kids, both boys, my body is used at least five nights a week, sometimes more so. It seems that David's cock is always hard and my pussy always wet when we are together. As David has learned to be my Master, I have learned to be his slave. You would not notice this if you saw us at our son's soccer games, and you'd never think of me this way at the PTA functions as I delivered the cup cakes. In church on Sunday we are a typical family and in our neighborhood we are one of the more normal families. When David and I go out to dinner you would never know about the four inch plug in my ass, nor see the clamps pinching my nipples. It's enough that David and I know and by the time we get home, pay the sitter and kiss our sleeping boys on their foreheads, we make it to the bedroom to find Master and Slave. Years ago, David hired contractors from another town to soundproof our room, to hide my screams of joy or pain from our sons. We have monitors in their rooms and are always ready to go to them whenever they need us, but our door is locked as Mommy becomes a slut and Daddy is her Master. I gather you can see by the way I've dressed that as a submissive I also have a desire to be exposed. When we are out of town, in a place not to be seen by friends, neighbors or family, David often dressed me so that my pussy and or tits can be seen. I find the embarrassment of someone seeing my tits and cunt, and me knowing they are looking an event that often brings on an orgasm. David's pants are always tented at these times too. This desire for exposure led us to visit a nudist camp a few years back and while it was fun to walk freely in my skin, it wasn't the same as everyone there was also naked. In fact, most of those parks have children and that turned both of us off and we left immediately, never making that kind of trip again. Since that first day of our marriage, the moment my knees hit the floor, the moment I took David's cock into my mouth and spoke the words I needed him to hear, I have been happy. Over the years David and I began reading of other peoples fantasies and desires. The Internet makes it so easy and there are some excellent places to find erotic memories or creative writing. Neither David nor I seemed to find stories of partner sharing, or cheating to be as stimulating as those in the BDSM category. David (and I) learned a number of fun things for him to do to me or make me do for him. Yummmmm. Over the years I found the idea of being taken by a stranger more and more of a turn on. To be swept away without consent, stripped and used, then tossed to the gutter, sticky and spent got me so hot. Of course I always knew that the reality of that would shatter me, perhaps even shatter my relationship with David my husband and Master. Fortunately, being kidnapped and raped is not something you can plan for nor avoid if the fates send you there. Knowing that, and knowing we lived in a safe town, allowed me to enjoy those stories. One day I was so consumed (yes my hands were all over my tits and cunt) with such a story that I never noticed that David had come into the room. I'd thought he'd be a bit longer at work. I guess I should let you know that over the years as David's slave, one of the promises I'd made, one of the demands he'd set, was that I was never to masturbate without his permission or presence. He merely removed his belt, and being the trained slave, I stopped my actions and rolled over onto my hands and knees. The impact of that first lash always makes me jump and cry out, no matter how many times I've been spanked, whipped, cropped or paddled. On this night David used his belt on my bare ass until I was begging for mercy. Actually, I loved the feel of that strap of leather on my ass, but my pussy was really wet and ready for the cock I'd hope would follow. When the belt stopped and I heard his zipper I started to cum and when his hard cock speared my wet pussy I cried out once more, this time from the pleasure of him inside me. Master always seems harder and hotter after he's reddened my ass and that night was no exception. By the time I felt his meat spasming and unloading shot after shot of hot cum in me, I was in heaven. I thought little about that night, it wasn't the first time Master has caught me that way, not even the first time that I'd not planned it. A good slave is really in control, knows how to get what she wants, at least in general. I knew how to get Master to discipline me, I just didn't know how or what hole he's use to release his cum. A few weeks later I was in the garden weeding when I saw a shadow cross my vision. Before I could turn around I cloth was covering my face and strong arms were holding me tight. I was frightened and tried to scream only to inhale deeply whatever had coated the cloth. I felt my body begin to slump and then nothing. My next memory was in the back of a van, tied up, naked, gagged and blind. Some sort of latex hood covered my head and eyes, only y nose and gagged mouth were uncovered. Fear invaded every pore of my body. My brain was foggy but clear enough to know that my worst fear and greatest fantasy was likely happening. I could not move but I tried anyway. I could not scream with the gag in my mouth but I tried anyway. I heard a male voice yell for me to shut up and I was paralyzed, it was not David's voice, this was real. I lost control and peed. The vehicle stopped and the door opened and I was roughly dragged into some sort of building. I could smell shit, manure and hay and imagined I was in some sort of barn. I was laid over something and by the prickling sensation I assumed it must have been a bale of hay. Then he, or they spoke. "We've seen you prancing about town bitch. Always letting a bits of your body flash, a big teaser you are." I shook my head no, I wanted to plead for mercy but I couldn't and they wouldn't listen. Then the other voice said. "Let's get this done, I've been wanting this bitch on my cock for years. If you ain't ready I am." I started to cry. When the man pushed his cock into my pussy I cried harder and when I felt my cunt react to that invader I cried even more. Over and over again that cock pushed into me and pulled back. I felt my body more and more reacting, an orgasm was building and as that man fucked me I began to respond. I felt deep shame but still I fucked back. What a slut I was. "Ok buddy, let's not rush this. Let me have a few minutes in that ass." My pussy was soon empty and I felt sad, I wanted that cock back. When I felt a pair of hands pulling my ass cheeks apart I tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen, but that cock was bigger then David's and at first, even though I sensed he's used some sort of lubricant, it hurt. The strange cock pushed in and seemed to just keep going, deeper and deeper. The pain faded and I felt his hips on my ass and knew he was fully inserted deep in my ass. As he began to stroke in and out my orgasm, temporarily on hold, came roaring back and once again my body ignored my brain and I was pushing back into him as he rammed that fat cock in my ass. I don't know now how often they switched only that it seemed as if it would never stop. I have to admit my body and yes eventually my mind didn't want it to stop. Orgasm after orgasm hit me. I tried to tell myself that this is what David would want, the chance to end up home and alive, I told myself that by not fighting it, I would eventually be OK. Finally after what seemed hours I felt them cum inside me. It wasn't the strong jets of cum that I felt when David came, more of a dribbling, filling my pussy and ass none-the-less. I felt one of them pulling my panties and shorts up my legs and a sense of relief filled me as I realized I would live through this. As my bra was clasped back over my tits I began to think about David and how I would tell him. I knew I would tell him. I had to. I could only pray that he'd understand. Once again the cloth covered my nose and mouth and then nothing till I woke up in my garden, the sounds of my boys running up the drive from the school bus. I did my best to hide my emotions as I hugged them and asked about their day. David came home at dinner, like usual and eventually the kids were in bed asleep. The time had come. "Master!" David looked at me and nodded his approval for me to speak. "Today, Sir. After you left for work and the kids went to school, I was kidnapped by a couple of men...." I started to cry then and David came to me and hugged me. "What happened?" Then through my tears I told him the basics. When I was done David looked at me and said. "So your fantasy came true. Why the tears. I saw what you were reading, and looked at your Internet history. Wasn't this something you'd wanted?" Once again shame filled me and I could only nod at first. "But Master! It was only a fantasy. I've never wanted another man other then you. This was terrifying." "But you came, you enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Yes, sir!" Then David took me to our room, checking to see the boys were asleep as we went. He then closed and locked the door and tossed an envelope at my feet. "Look Slut!" I opened the envelope and saw my naked body over a hay bale. The next shot showed me being fucked, by David. Confused I looked at my grinning husband who now had a small voice recorder in his hands. I heard. "Ok buddy, let's not rush this. Let me have a few minutes in that ass." I Promise To….. "But Sir! The cock was not your's! I know your cock! Then he showed me the cock sleeve he'd used. "So slut! Now tell me about your day!" I did, I told him everything! I told him how frightened I had been and how ashamed I was to cum for what I thought were strangers raping me. I told him that I came so often that I truly felt like a complete slut. By the time I'd finished my Master's cock was harder then ever and when he slid it in my cunt I wrapped my legs about him and said. "Master, did your slut earn this cock today?" David smiled as he impaled me and said. "You will never again have to work this hard slut. But yes, you've earned your fuck." I know you are wondering what might happen next and so am I. If anything does, I am sure my Master will have me write it up for you. I Promise You 01 *Whoever said 'it takes two' didn't run away fast enough* (Thanks from many plus Shawhollow for the edit) Lydia Davies was hanging out after work with several of her co-workers from her mother's boutique when she saw this cute guy that she'd helped with some lingerie shopping a few months back. He'd been awkward in a cute way, shy yet determined to find something for the woman who had everything. She was now curious if any of the two women at his table (along with the three guys) were the recipient of his gift. "Hey...Ryan is it?" she asked . She remembered his name; Ryan Ferris with his dark grey eyes, thick, tossed black hair, clearly well-muscled physique – yum-yum. "Hi Ms. Davies," he smiled back. It was nice to see that he was sharp enough to remember her but, "Lydia," she corrected. "How did your selection work out?" "Selection?" one of the men asked. Ryan looked highly uncomfortable but for some reason she wanted to keep this boy on edge. "Yes, I own Leather and Lace on Park Avenue," Lydia informed the table. It was clear that none of the men at the table knew of the place but the women did. The older of the two women at the table covered one of Ryan's hands with her own – definitely possessive and definitely not the One. "Is that an S&M store?" one of the guys joked. "It is a lingerie store," Ryan responded quietly but with authority. "A high end lingerie store," the possessive woman clarified. "Ryan, were you picking a gift up for someone we know?" "Oh, it was months and months ago," Lydia interjected. "I swear he barely looked old enough to be in the store." That brought a moment of silence to the table and from Lydia's little group of girls as well. "This is a little birthday celebration for Ryan," one of the male co-workers spoke up. "We don't get him coming into the office much. Ryan is a stay-at-home kind of guy." "Oh," Lydia perked up; Ryan had been pretty closed mouth about his background or what he did, "What is it that you do Ryan?" "He's a graphic designer/artist," the possessive woman answered leaving Ryan unhappy. He was definitely a very private individual and it was an indication of his affection for the gift's recipient that he'd come to her store to pick something out. "Are you any good?" Lydia asked Ryan. While he shrugged noncommittally, his eyes spoke volumes of for his pride and confidence. "He's one of our best," the second woman informed her. Lydia translated that over to be 'the best'. "Still he insists on living in this rundown loft in Red Hook. I swear, half the time I go down there I expect to find his place broken into, him dead, or ending up being raped." "Seriously Tonya?" Ryan asked somewhat alarmed. "No," Tonya laughed, "after that first time no one has ever bothered me." "First time?" Lydia was intrigued. "Oh, the first time I showed up to drop off some work a few of the local wildlife decided to give me some attention. Like a flash, Ryan showed up and they couldn't run away fast enough," she regaled the group. "Huh?" one of the guys wondered; it must have been the first time most of them heard this story. "He came running out with nothing but sweat pants and a scowl. He demolished five guys as if they were nothing – I mean broken bones, screams, and grown thugs crying like little babies. I've never been bothered since. In fact, I've seen them scatter when the cab drops me off," she gushed. "Ryan, are you some kind of ex-military?" Lydia inquired. "No," he muttered, "I went to a rough high school." "Where?" the third guy guessed, "Afghanistan or Iraq? Hell, if I knew you were athletic I'd have tried to talk you onto my Urban League Baseball team." "I don't do competitive sports," Ryan admitted. "How about one-on-one?" Lydia teased him. "Excuse me?" Ryan answered. "How would you like to go out on a date? Consider it a birthday present," Lydia propositioned him. "Thank you very much but I'm not dating right now," Ryan evaded and Lydia was a little hurt. "Go on dude," one of his buddies said, "you aren't seeing Hot Dog Girl anymore so what's holding you back?" "Hot Dog Girl?" Lydia mused. "Yeah, our monk, who has shown no interest in women since we've known him ... for three years now, suddenly starts talking it up with the girl who works that hot dog cart on 42nd street," the guy told everyone. Only Lydia seemed to note Ryan's smoldering anger. "Well, we go down one day when Ryan is actually at the shop and he notices she's reading some book by a Polish guy and they get to talking ... in Polish," he grins. "Yeah, I know, who would have thought Ryan knew Polish. Still, I don't think much of it until a week later I stop by and there's Ryan talking to the girl and Ryan doesn't say much but according to her they've been out a few times to some nice clubs and she's all bubbly. They stay serious until a month ago when – BANG – she says he's pulled a vanishing act. She wants to know if he is doing okay." "What happened, Ryan? Do you feel like talking about it?" Lydia gently prodded. "Not really," Ryan moped. "According to her they are talking like they always do then he suddenly he pops up, looks around and beats feet down the street, never to be seen again," the mouthy friend keeps going on. "So Ryan, what happened?" "I'm trying to live a normal life," Ryan muttered then stood up abruptly. "Thanks for everything guys, but I should be going." The older woman came around the table one way and Lydia came around the other, catching Ryan right outside the door. "Ryan," Lydia got out first. He stopped but didn't turn around. "Ryan," the other woman said, "do you want to talk about it?" "Melissa," Ryan sighed, "talking about this isn't going to help. Its...fuck it. It is never going to change." "It won't change if you stop trying," Lydia interjected. "You have no idea what you are talking about," Ryan replied as he turned and regarded both women. "Seriously, spend one more day at the office. Go out on one date with me. What have you got to lose?" Lydia challenged him. By giving him an extra work day she was hoping to buy off the older woman and it seemed to work. Ryan stared down at the ground for about thirty seconds before looking at Lydia. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you," he warned. Lydia grinned; it was a little more work than she was used to for getting a date but hopefully he was worth it. Three Weeks Later Ryan had turned out to be a wonderful catch. He didn't talk too much about what he did but he seemed to have been everywhere and seen all kinds of things in his short life. He was patient; maybe a bit too patient, but there wasn't anything he was afraid to try, be it food, entertainment, or less travelled parts of the city. Lydia decided that date number seven was enough stringing things along. Ryan was definitely heterosexual from all the reactions she was getting off of him and he seemed eager enough so after dinner tonight they were going back to her place to 'watch some Blue Rays' which if he managed to do after she changed into 'something more comfortable' she'd nominate him for sainthood. The entrees had just arrived and Lydia was savoring the wine Ryan had chosen when Ryan gave a start. For a twenty-one year old he had developed quite a refined pallet. "Ryan, is there a problem?" Lydia inquired. His eyes remained riveted on the door, angry and electric. Lydia followed his gaze to the door where a woman with flowing black hair, large sunglasses and a lavender trench coat walked into the restaurant, her gaze locked with Ryan's. She strode toward their table like she owned the place. Ryan rose up, his fists clenched and his jaw set. "Ryan?" Lydia said in a more guarded manner. "Hello ... Ryan," the woman greeted Ryan in a too familiar style. She seemed somehow old yet vibrant and young at the same time. She took a seat uninvited and sat down. "So, who is your little friend?" That stung Lydia and she felt like biting back. "The woman I am here on a date with is named Lydia, 'S'," Ryan snarled as he sat back down. "She seems awful frail for someone of your energy ... Ryan," the woman spoke as if Lydia wasn't really there, on her date, at her table. "How about you two have this discussion tomorrow afternoon ... when Ryan isn't on a date with me whoever you are?" Lydia snidely commented to 'S'. "Accept my advice, Lydia," the woman regard her, "you aren't up to the task. He is far more than you can handle ... I would know." Ryan shot up. "That's it. Step outside," Ryan snapped. "Oh come one ... Ryan. Your date had a real night planned for you. You should see what she has laid out on her bed to surprise you with," the woman gloated. "Bitch!" seethed Lydia, "You were in my apartment?" "She's ready and willing to put out for you Ryan. So was that little vendor whore. Do you know she'd bought a box of condoms that very morning?" 'S' kept prodding him. "Outside or I'll put you outside," Ryan seethed. Lydia smelled ozone. "You are still so impetuous," the woman smiled as she stood. "Very well; I wouldn't want you to make a scene." Ryan started to storm to the door then stopped, stared at the woman then walked over to Lydia and put a protective arm around her. The woman shot Ryan and Lydia a dark look then led the way outside. Once out in the open, Ryan turned to Lydia. "You have to get out of here and let me deal with this," he insisted. "This is our date and we can deal with this together," Lydia stated. "Oh," the woman laughed. "You've known him what ... three weeks? I've known him since he was twelve. We've fought and bled together. You have no idea what his potential is – what he is capable of." She started walking down the sidewalk and Ryan and Lydia followed. Lydia had a sinking feeling when she turned into an alleyway and Ryan fearlessly followed. The woman walked half way down then turned and shed her glasses and trench coat. Her skintight costume was made of a synthetic compound more valuable than diamonds and available to only a select few. Lydia turned and hit Ryan with an open-hand to his chest. "What the fuck! You could have told me your crazy ex-girlfriend is Lady Suprema!" It is one thing when you learn your current interest's ex has a bigger bra size, or is taller, or runs marathons in their spare time. It is another to learn that his ex is the MOST POWERFUL BEING on the ENTIRE PLANET! Lady Suprema had been the most dominant super-heroic type being for almost fifty years since the death of Valiant. Five years ago she had beaten the most powerful group of super-villains to ever threaten the Earth. "Stand back," Ryan warned Lydia. Sparks began arching off of him to the walls around them. Lydia jumped back right before a lightning bolt rent the heavens and struck Ryan, caused his body to glow in a blinding light then dissipated. When the spots cleared from Lydia's eyes, Ryan was gone and Storm Surge stood in his place. "Oh crap," Lydia whispered. Now everything made sense. Five years ago, when a massive villain alliance threatened the world, Lady Suprema had gathered up heroes from across the globe, including a teenager called Storm Surge. He had fought and proven to be quite a valuable ally to the other senior heroes and heroines. He'd also paid a high price. Not all the villains had been captured. One, Phoebus Sanguine, had located Storm Surge's parents and slaughtered them in a very graphic and gory manner. That is what welcomed a young Storm Surge when he came home from celebrating the victory. After that, he had been made the ward of Lady Suprema and the two had been inseparable until ... a few months ago. "You can go now," Suprema told Lydia. "No, I want to know what's going on here and particularly if you actually waited until Ryan was eighteen before you started screwing him," Lydia shot back. "None of this is your business," Suprema glared. "I am none of your business either, 'S'. We are done – over – broken up," Storm Surge declared. "You are confused Storm Surge and I'm willing to wait for you to come to your senses," Suprema said with absolute conviction. "I've had enough," Storm Surge growled. Lighting arched around his arms and the clouds over the city turned dark and storm charged. Lady Suprema looked highly aroused by the upcoming struggle; Storm Surge less so. "Don't do it Ryan," Lydia pleaded, "she'll pummel you." "Once that was the case, but not anymore; I need to show her that now," Storm Surge promised. "You are the perfect one for me, Storm Surge. I love you and you love me. I don't see why you are running away from what we have together," Suprema reasoned. "I'm not some lost sixteen year old kid anymore Suprema; I want to live a more normal life. I want to breathe and you can't wrap your head around that. You fucking wouldn't let me grow up!" Ryan screamed at her. He panted from the rage and emotional turmoil. "Meadowlands," he demanded. Lydia wasn't sure the vacant area across the Hudson had to do with anything. "Meadowlands," Lady Suprema agreed. "It is about time you learned why you can never go back to a normal life once and for all." "I'll drive," Lydia declared. "I fly," Ryan told her . Storm Surge was a kind of really, sorta famous – Master of the Elements, Wrath of Nature kind of guy. "My date damn it!" Lydia put her foot down. "I think I deserve an explanation and I plan on getting one." Ryan looked torn but finally nodded his head in acceptance. Lady Suprema huffed and floated up into the air. "Don't keep me waiting Ryan and Lydia," she threatened then took off faster than the eye could follow. Ryan changed back into 'street' clothes before leaving the alleyway and they quickly made for her car. Before they got in, Ryan stared at Lydia intently. "You have no idea what you are stepping into. She's not all that stable and ... let's just say our relationship puts a whole new spin on complicated. I'm not sure I can protect you." "Why are we going then?" Lydia questioned. "She's going to keep sabotaging my life until I stop her. Any person I get close to, she drives away. She threatened to demolish my home in Red Hook, ruin my clients, destroy my place of work, you name it. I can't keep living like this," Ryan sighed. "What do you plan to do then?" Lydia worried. "There is no law enforcement agency that can handle her and I doubt any hero will side with me – she's a living legend, so I guess I'll fight her," he answered. "Ryan, she's the most powerful being on the planet. She is going to slap you around," Lydia stated the obvious. "I'm more powerful than I let on but ... I know. I'm either going to beat her or she's going to kill me because I'm not going to live another night like tonight; I'd rather die," Ryan rumbled. All Lydia could think was this had to be the most epic break-up of all times. After all, who could intervene? Anyone capable was dead or in prison and the police had better things to do that be squished in a super-battle. They were racing over the bridge when an idea occurred to Lydia. "Is there a mutual friend you could call on to help out?" "Her last friend was Clockwork and they'd been friends since the seventies. He died in the Thangus Demon War five years ago, sacrificing himself to seal the rift. Since then I've been her only friend and vice versa," Ryan explained. "I'm a Nova-class sentient which means I'm essentially immortal. Lady Suprema is the only Terrestrial Super-Nova I'm aware of and most Novas can't stand up to her. Only one came close and that was Crown of Flames. He almost took her out but she beat him in the end," he told her. "Ummm ... did this affair start before you were eighteen?" Lydia asked. "None of your business," Ryan stated calmly. "Did she take your virginity?" Lydia persisted. Ryan looked to her and smiled for the first time since Lady Suprema arrived. "Lydia, I became a super-hero when I was twelve. By the time I hit high school I was scoring like mad. I flew, it never rained unless I wanted it to, and I looked kind of what I look like right now." "Oh ... point. You come across as so shy at times, sort of innocent," Lydia mused. "That would be the secret identity Lydia. If I run around acting like Storm Surge everyone will treat me differently and I want to live a more normal life. I'm not giving up being a superhero, but I like dating you, and going to movies and walking in the park," he pointed out. "And Lady Suprema doesn't want to do that?" Lydia inquired. "No, she would rather watch the Earth-rise while having sex on the Moon, or walk to surface of Mars holding hands and putting stones into orbit. Occasionally we would fly out past Saturn to catch old radio wave broadcasts of things that happened when she was younger." Lydia had no good answer to that one. She had hoped to surprise Ryan with the Ghana Dance Company in the Village on Sunday afternoon. Now she felt kind of silly until she thought about that fact that her kind of fun was what he was craving. In a way this made it more her fight than ever. What she could actually do about it was another matter. They didn't say anything until they pulled off the highway and coasted into the darkness of abandoned warehouses and marshland. It was a lonely place to have a fight but that was probably the point. "Do you ... people often fight out here?" Lydia asked. "If you mean do we super-types fight here, then yes, but normally 'Meadowlands' is a code word for taking the fight out of the city. Lady Suprema can topple skyscrapers and shoot planes out of the air. I can flash-fry the power grid or summon an eighty foot tidal wave. Us fighting in a populated area would be very bad," he explained. "Normally when we go to the Meadowlands we actually calm down enough to not fight and figure another way to resolve issues," he added, "but that's not going to happen tonight. One way or another, this ends here." "Can you tell me why she is so obsessed with you? Not that you aren't attractive, but damn this seems a bit extreme." "I can't go into that," Ryan answered then, "Pull over there." Lydia pulled over to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and Ryan jumped out. By the time his feet hovered inches off the ground he'd become Storm Surge once more. "I would really appreciate it if you got the hell out of Dodge now." "Stay or go, it doesn't matter to me," Lady Suprema lilted as she came out of the darkness maybe ten meters off the ground. "This won't take long and he's coming home with me when we are done." Storm Surge didn't scream, or shout, but he did charge. For an instance Lydia was afraid that Suprema had goaded him into a rash action but she should have known better; Ryan was angry but he wasn't berserk. They dodged and weaved, trading punches and blocks that crackled with energy and crack of thunder. Inevitably she hit him but while he staggered back in the air, he didn't tumble and when she came in for more, he countered and landed two telling blows of his own. "Holy Crap," Lydia whispered, "he might actually stand a chance." Ten seconds later Lady Suprema landed a powerful roundhouse to Storm Surge; rocketing him to the ground and leaving a deep furrow in the earth. She charged after him once more, but Lydia saw a lightning bolt arch out of the hole. It didn't stop her, but it slowed her down so that when she reached the lip of the furrow, she met Storm Surge's fist and it was her turn to go flying. Once more they took to the heavens, trading glancing blows and shooting eye beams and lighting strikes until once again Lady Suprema seemed to tire of the game and blasted Storm Surge to earth. This time, the impact threw Lydia off her feet and caused a tidal wave of dirt to rush out in all directions. Lydia heard her car alarm go off. I Promise You 01 Ryan barely got back to his feet when Suprema flew straight into him, pile-driving the young hero into the earth with an even greater impact. Lydia was somewhat surprised to hear fighting still going on because that meant Storm Surge was still capable of resisting after that much damage. Lydia knew her boyfriend needed a distraction. She scanned the area and didn't see a battle tank lying around but she did remember that her grandfather had put an emergency kit in her car and that he said it had something for self-defense in it. She ran back and popped the trunk. Inside was a small green pad. It took her a moment to recognize it as a thumb print ID device. She touched it and the bottom of the trunk popped open. Inside were some funky looking gun that looked more like a sixteen ounce bottle with a pistol grip attached and a few other silver objects that looked like grenades. She grabbed one of those and the gun then raced back to the fight. Lady Suprema was standing in a low ditch pounding the crap out of someone she couldn't see. "Give it up Storm," she kept saying between punches. "This is stupid. I'll keep this up until you realize how wrong you are." 'Grenade – gun, grenade – gun; Ryan would be hurt by the grenade, so I shoot her,' Lydia thought. She pointed the gun at Lady Suprema and nothing happened. On the gun a light was flashing; it read 'Setting'. 'Oh', she realized. "Do you have a stun setting?" she muttered to herself. "Weapon set to stun," the gun responded. Lydia could not help but realize how odd that was. Still she aimed at Suprema and shot. A bolt of energy lanced out to Lady Suprema and ... did nothing. The super-heroine hardly noticed. "I'm fighting the most powerful person on the planet and I set the damn thing on stun," groused Lydia to herself. "Weapon: Full Power!" she commanded. "Weapon at Full Power," was the voice's dutiful reply. Lydia aimed and fired again. Lady Suprema was lifted off her feet and knocked six or seven feet away. She looked ... annoyed, but not really hurt at all. Eye beams blazed through the spot Lydia had just rolled away from. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she whimpered. "Lady Suprema is trying to kill me. Well fuck that nonsense. Weapon, kill the bitch!" "Weapon on 'Kill the Bitch,' the feminine mechanical voice indicated. Lydia popped up off the ground, drew aim on Lady Suprema who was flying toward Ryan once more and shot her dead center. The energy was blinding, Lady Suprema screamed and went tumbling off into the night. "Oh crap, did I just kill Lady Suprema?" gasped Lydia. She stood up and started walking toward Ryan. Suddenly there was a rush of air and she was face to face with her female nemesis. There was a nice circular hole burned in her outfit, scooping out the top of both breasts up to the neck. Her skin even looked mildly sunburned. "No, you did not just kill Lady Suprema, but she's about to kill you," Suprema seethed. "You tried to disintegrate me." "Oh ... that is what that setting does ... Sorry?" Lydia cringed. Somehow it bothered her that her grandfather had given her a disintegrator pistol and not warned her what it was. Before any such thoughts could percolate through, Storm Surge slammed into the distracted Lady Suprema and he bore her to the ground. Fists arching with flame and lightning, he pummeled Suprema again and again, shaking the earth and causing rain to flood down from above. On the ninth blow, Lady Suprema caught his fists and pushed him back. She was just too strong. She flipped Ryan over and began squeezing his fists so hard they started to break. "Get off him, you bitch," Lydia screamed and pointed the pistol. Lady Suprema kept causing Storm Surge pain so Lydia pulled the trigger. "Weapon Status: Power Cell exhausted. Please reload or recharge." "Mother fucker!" she howled. Well, she still had her grenade. She pushed down the button on the top of the grenade and both combatants separated as if shocked by some unseen force. "Don't move," Ryan cautioned Lydia, holding his fist in mid-strike. "Alright both of you," snapped Lydia. "Calm the fuck down or I'll throw my grenade at you." "Lydia, you idiot, that isn't a grenade," Lady Suprema, who had also stopped fighting, said. "That is an Ion Mine," Ryan explained. "If you let up on that plunger it will go off and vaporize everything in a one hundred meter radius ... except Lady Suprema and myself, but we'll still hurt like hell." Lydia cursed her grandfather for sticking something like this in her trunk. Why couldn't he put instruction on the damn ... and then she saw the bright orange warning on the side of the mine. 'Warning: Ion Mine; disrupts all atomic structures in a 100m radius. Release time: zero seconds. For booby trapping suggestions, consult manual.' "Thanks Granddad," Lydia muttered. "I'll take care of the mine," Lady Suprema sighed. "No; my girlfriend thus my problem. I'll take care of the mine," Ryan countered. "I can take the damage more than you can," Lady Suprema argued with him. "How about this; I don't trust you to not rip off her hand," he pointed out. Lady Suprema exhaled deeply and shrugged. "You want to play grown up then have at it, but our fight isn't over," she reminded him. Ryan nodded and came over to Lydia. "Okay now, I'm going to slip my hand in next to your and take over the detonator. Then I'm going to fly up on into the upper atmosphere and toss it," he outlined the plan for her. "Are you going to be able to get far enough away?" Lydia asked. "Umm ... no. This is going to hurt ... a lot," he confessed. Lydia sighed and nodded her assent. Ryan deftly made the switch and swept up into the sky and out of sight. Lydia looked down to earth in time to see Lady Suprema standing now only inches away. "Where did you get an Ion Mine?" the super-heroine asked, her eyes following Ryan. "Oh, and," she put a hand on Lydia's pistol and shattered it into a hundred pieces, "that's illegal tech too. You have some explaining to do." "That's right," Lydia snapped back, "we can sit down with the NYPD and talk to them about the stuff I found at a rummage sale why you explain what you are doing out here beating up your ex-boyfriend who also happens to be your ex-ward." Their conversation was cut off by a flash of light up on the night sky. "Well, I had better go finish him off before he recovers," Lady Suprema mused then she raced off into the night after Storm Surge. Lydia sat down on the damp ground and felt like crying. The fight was all but over when the two titans fell to earth once more. Ryan kept struggling but had clearly lost the ability to adequately defend himself. Lady Suprema kept telling him to stay down, but he refused. "Wait, wait, wait!" Lydia ran up to the greatest power on the planet. "Please tell me why him?" "I told you, we are perfect for each other. We belong together," Lady Suprema said with worn patience. "That's girl-talk. What's the real reason?" Lydia persisted. Lady Suprema dropped Ryan to the ground and turned her full majesty on Lydia. "He does for me what no other man can do; he makes me a woman," she ground her teeth in sexual frustration. "Wait, seriously? You can't find anyone else to fuck you? Lady Suprema, you are gorgeous. You have fan clubs all across the globe. How hard can it be?" Lydia babbled. "Men ... cannot survive having sex with me," Suprema muttered softly. "There is no one else but him. There never has been and may very well never be again." Lydia stepped back and her eyes grew wide. "Oh ... that sucks." Lydia thought it over then the blocks fell into place. "He took your virginity didn't he?" Lady Suprema nodded. "Back when I started out, and was weaker, women didn't have promiscuous sex and by the time it was 'okay' I was too strong ... until he came along," Suprema sighed. "Men," Lydia commiserated. "Let me guess, you didn't see it coming." "No, I thought it was harmless flirtations until suddenly he was ... in me ... and I felt so alive, but it was only that one time before he turned eighteen," she admitted. "And then you fucked like bunnies ..." Lydia joked and Lady Suprema actually blushed slightly. "Don't worry about it; most of us were fighting through high school while you were fighting the Purple Lotus or the Seven Dragon Knights," Lydia told her. "You had adrenaline rushes and we had hormones." "And now he wants something else," Lady Suprema looked down sadly at Ryan who was pushing himself up off the ground. "Let him live a little," Lydia suggested. Seeing the suspicion in Suprema's eyes she added, "You made love on the Moon. A guy isn't going to forget that and as far as I can tell he hasn't forgotten you, but he wants to try different things here on Earth that you did decades ago." Lady Suprema's gaze fell back to Ryan with renewed intensity. "Besides, do you want to beat him up every week? I've only known him three weeks, but he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who lets people push him around ... even if it is for his own good. Do you see what I'm saying?" Lydia prodded. "I can't express to him how much I hurt inside when I wake up and he's no longer there," she said bitterly. "I'm getting the picture," Ryan groaned. "How about this; you get him two days a week and we – me and his work – get him for the other five? He sort of gets what he wants and you still get something of what you want," Lydia suggested. Lady Suprema seemed to be thinking that over. "No," growled Ryan. "Ryan, you are her first and only love, you took her virginity, and how many other girlfriends are you going to find as tolerant as I am? If you want your free life," Lydia lectured, "take your five god-damn days and be happy." "Diplomacy is the art of compromise that leaves no one happy," Lady Suprema whispered. Ryan stood up and faced Suprema. "I never stopped loving you, but I needed to make my own way and stand on my own two feet," he related. "Two days?" she asked him softly. Ryan mulled that over. "Two days," he agreed with a nod. Lady Suprema grabbed his battered form gave him a huge hug and then a kiss before launching herself into the sky and vanishing. "We didn't decide on which days," he uttered. "That could have turned out worse," Lydia smiled mischievously. Ryan cast a look her way and glared. "Wait until you see the lingerie I picked out for you to see me in tonight!" she gleefully informed him. "But first my cars been flipped over; can you right it?" After picking the car up and putting it back on its tires Ryan started laughing. "What is it?" Lydia questioned. "I should have just screwed you on the second date and gotten this over with. I've been keeping her away from you for two weeks now and it all turned out to be a waste of my time," he chuckled. "What makes you think I would have had sex with you then?" Lydia teased. "Because I followed her to your place where you pulled out your pink little toy and whispered my name while you pleasured yourself," he explained. "If it is said in the breeze I can hear it." "Oh ... you are going to be tons of fun in the bedroom," Lydia giggled. Miles down the road Ryan turned to Lydia. "So are you ever going to tell me where you got an energy pistol and an Ion Mine from?" "If you want to have sex with me you'll never ask me that question again," she replied. "Okay," Ryan shrugged; he clearly had his priorities right. The next day on the eastern end of Long Island Lydia liked her grandfather's renovated Victorian mansion out here on the rural side of the island. Her grandfather was a recluse, confined to a wheelchair and alone except for his mute manservant named Gordon. As far as she knew, Lydia was the only one who made regular treks out to see her favorite relative. In fact, she had the impression everyone else was afraid of the old man. She strode confidently into her grandfather's study as he snapped a look and a smile her way but kept his main attention on the series of monitors around him. He was always reading, or tinkering on something. She came around the desk, hugged him and slipped him a bag of Skittles – Gordon wouldn't let Granddad have candy anymore. "Grandpa?" Lydia greeted him. "Yes honey?" he replied somewhat distracted. "Why did you give me a pistol that disintegrates people and a thingy that levels whole city blocks? I mean seriously; what did you think I would be facing?" she wondered. "I thought you would be dating Storm Surge who has an enemies list as long as the Empire State Building," he chuckled. "Oh. Grandpa, I shot Lady Suprema with that pistol," Lydia confessed. "How did that work out?" he inquired. "It pissed her off," Lydia informed him. "Oh well, it is only the pistol model. The rifle model is a bit stronger," he mused. "Is there something I need to know about?" Lydia inquired hopefully. "I love you Lydia," he smiled up at Lydia. "I love you too Grandpa, how did you know Ryan was Storm Surge?" Lydia went fishing. "Let's not go into that," he smirked. "Grandpa, are you a super-villain?" Lydia mused. "Let's not go into that," he cautioned her in a friendly manner. "Is there something we can talk about?" she asked. "Sure. Five years ago fifty of Earth's mightiest supers (heroes and villains) gave their lives in defense of this planet," Grandpa changed the subject. "I knew that Grandpa ... where is this leading?" Lydia answered. "Three people rose up to save the day; Lady Suprema, Clockwork, and Storm Surge," he continued on. "Oh, I had never heard that he played a major role," Lydia furrowed her brow. "Lady Suprema kept him out of the limelight, but many who fought there know how tough he is," he gave some insight. "That's nice, but wouldn't that make me safer?" Lydia reasoned. "Of those fifty that died, forty-eight were male," Grandpa smirked. "Uh-oh," Lydia put it together. "Yeah, now that word is getting out that he's no longer exclusively with Lady Suprema, female supers are going to start coming out of the woodwork and a good number of those are going to be villainesses," he cautioned Lydia. "I'm not worried; he puts the bad girls in jail," Lydia asserted. Ryan was, at his core, a good guy. Sure he could be immature at times but Lydia had known men much older who were even worse. "Lydia, he's a twenty-one year old heterosexual male and have you seen how little super-villainesses are wearing these days? Worry," he taunted his favorite family member. I Promised Mama I had the afternoon off and instead of going straight home I wandered over to a nearby park to have lunch and a cold one, relaxing in the sun. I was sitting leaning against a tree near the path. Between me and the path were some bushes and a bench. It was obvious that the young couple on the bench hadn't spotted me lounging around under the tree. The park was relatively deserted and they were making all lovey, dovey on the bench, kissing and sweet words and all. Without actually turning voyeur and rubbernecking at what they were doing I had to guess what 'and all' covered, but from the giggling and little slapping sounds and heavy breathing I could hear I could make a fairly good guess. That's why I wasn't too surprised when the following conversation grew between the loving couple. I wasn't taking notes so I can only give you the gist of the conversation. It went something like this. "Sweetie, I'm ready. Really I am. Why can't we go behind the bushes for a while and you know. . ." "We can't. It's broad daylight. Someone would see us. Anyway, it's not long until the wedding. It'll be all the better for having waited." "But I've waited long enough. I want to do it. Nobody will notice us behind the bushes and I really need it. I want to know what it's like." "And you will. Just be patient. You know we agreed to wait and besides, I promised Mama I'd go to the altar a virgin. You wouldn't want me to break a promise would you?" "She'd never know. It's not as though we're going to tell her what we do in our private moments." "Still, a promise is a promise. Like I said, it's not long to the wedding and it will be all the better for having a little self-restraint." "I don't want self-restraint. I want self-satisfaction." That comment was answered by a shocked gasp. I nearly gasped myself. What struck me as funny about the entire little argument was it was usually the guy begging to get laid and the girl holding him off. This was the first time I'd heard a girl asking and the guy fending her off. My thought was on the subject was "Pansy. Mummy's boy, first class." They went back and forth on the subject for a few more rounds with him standing firm and her sounding frustrated. Then he was pointing to the time and saying he had to go or he'd be late back to the office. Was she going to walk back with him? It turned out she was not. She said she was just going to sit in the sun and cool down a little before she went. She had plenty of time. There was some more smooching and lover-boy departed, eager to put his nose to the grindstone while his frustrated fiancée moped on the bench. I gave the young lady time to make a departure (and time for Romeo to make himself scarce) but she just lounged on the bench grumbling to herself. Finally I decided it was time for the hero of this little story to make his appearance. I hopped up from under my tree and wandered around the bushes to look over the young lady. And a very lovely young lady she was. Dark of hair with very blue eyes. A nice little figure, not overblown or anything, just right for a man to cuddle. Dressed for the weather in a short skirt and loose blouse. There was just enough breeze in the air to blow the loose blouse against her and outline her treasures. "Afternoon," I said, smiling. "Too nice a day to sit there with a frown on your face. And your name is?" She gave me the once over before answering, but I'm a harmless looking sort of gent. She smiled and replied. "Alison." "I'm Zeb," I informed her. "Short for Zebediah but no-one calls me that. The last man to call me by that name we had to bury." "Really?" she said with a giggle. "And what about the last woman?" "She found herself walking funny for a week," I returned, no sign of a smile on my face. I settled onto the bench beside Alison. "Could you do me a small favour?" I asked her. "I'd like you to stand in front of me for a moment." Alison looked a little puzzled and a little amused but she was a good sport. She stood up and turned to face me. So I reached over and lifted up the front of her skirt. "What do you think you're playing at?" she sort of yelped, trying to push her skirt back down. "I'm lifting your skirt up," I pointed out, as though this should have been obvious. "Can you hold it there for a second?" "What? Why?" she asked, still trying to push down her skirt. "I'm lifting your skirt so I can pull down your panties," I explained. "I want you to hold the skirt out the way so it's easier for me to see what I'm doing." Alison sort of froze for a moment at that comment, and as she actually had a hold of her skirt I relinquished it and transferred my attention to her panties. They were passing her knees before she quite caught up with what was going on. She let go the skirt, which was a pity as it promptly covered up the scenery, and tried to grab for her panties, but she was way too slow. They were lying around her ankles. "Leave them," I said, "and hold this out the way." I lifted the front of her skirt again. Alison sort of grabbed hold of her skirt and stared at me admiring her privates. She gave another yip when I reached out to start stroking them. "Will you stop it?" she hissed at me. "What do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are?" "I told you," I murmured. "I'm Zeb. Some additional information regarding me is that I'm not marrying you shortly, I haven't promised my mother to wait for a wedding and I'm quite prepared to take you behind the bushes and teach to what you want to know." By this time one of my fingers had wriggled between her lips and was probing gently inside her. No wonder she'd been suggesting to Romeo that he should take her behind the bushes. She was hot to trot. When I withdrew my finger a little trickle eased its way down her inner thigh. Bending down I tapped an ankle, and when she lifted it I eased her panties over her foot. Another tap on the other ankle and I tucked her panties into the pocket of her blouse. Standing up I took her hand and gently tugged on it. "Come on," I said, drawing her towards the gap in the bushes that I'd just come through. "You don't seriously think I'm going to let you have sex with me do you?" she protested, but she followed right along behind me. Then we were behind the bushes and I was easing her down onto the grass beneath the tree I had been leaning against. I flicked her skirt up as she settled down so she could feel the grass against her bottom. I figured that as soon as she felt that nice cool grass against her naked behind she'd know just what was going to happen to her. If she was going to bolt, now was the time. Alison just lay there looking slightly shocked, staring down at her partial nudity. I inserted a toe between her ankles and eased her legs apart, giving me room to kneel between them. Alison promptly transferred her gaze to me, or rather, to that specific part of me that was being unveiled as I slid down my zipper. "I thought that for your first time you'd like to actually see my cock slide into you," I told her. "God, you're all heart," she muttered. "You don't really intend to take me here and now in the middle of a park do you?" "Um, yes," I said. "Why not?" I reached down and stroked her pussy again, watching her lips swell and part, reaching for me. I leaned forward, my cock tantalizingly close to her slit. Reaching for her hand I brought it down and held it against my erection. Alison resisted for about half a second and then her hand closed over me. I was going to let her get a feel for me before suggesting she steer me home, but Alison beat me to it. She made this little whimpering noise, pushed my cock to where she wanted it and pushed up to meet it. I was sliding into her before I even realised she was jumping me. I slid in fast, mainly because Alison was pushing to meet me so hard. I saw her give a little wince as her hymen went the way of all flesh, but that was the only regard she gave losing her virginity. Her eyes were fixated on that spot where my cock was pushing into her, fascinated by what was happening to her. I slammed fully home, Alison blinked, and then settled back on the ground, finally looking at me rather than my cock. "Oh my god," she said very softly. "What now?" "This," I said, proceeding to pull back and then drive forward again. Alison gasped, but she also pushed up to meet me when I came back into her. It didn't take long for her to catch on as to what she needed to do. For a first timer, Alison was showing a natural talent that was doing to give her a long and healthy sex life or a lot of trouble. If Romeo was her measure in husbands, I'd lay my money on trouble. Alison was also, fortunately, a quiet accomplice. Perhaps the awareness that we were under the blue sky in a public park inhibited her vocals a little, but in the circumstances I could only consider that a plus. Having someone come to investigate a woman screaming could have been a little embarrassing. As well as enthusiastically pumping Alison, I wanted to get my hands on the twin peaks that had been giving her blouse such an interesting appearance. Not wanting to actually strip the girl in public, I pulled her blouse loose from her skirt and went exploring, pushing her bra up and over the hills, replacing it with a pair of eager hands. From that point on things went just fine by me. Alison humped to meet me, twisting and squirming and pressing her breasts into my hands, clinging tightly while she took her pleasure from my pleasure. When I said she was quiet, that didn't mean she was silent. She kept up a running litany of gasps and squeaks, her enthusiasm leaking out of her in little bubbling sounds. I kept pounding away, enjoying her body, her excitement and her enthusiasm. Hard though it was to concentrate, I could track her progress towards a climax by the different sounds she was making and the frequency with which they came. Knowing that there was a good chance that she'd forget herself (and where we were) when she finally did climax I made sure that as the moment approached I was kissing her. Once mouth contact was made I took flight, driving home with a vengeance, literally pushing her over that final hump, letting any noise she made be swallowed. Afterwards I settled down next to her, watching as she lay there, twitching every so often with pleasurable little after-shocks. When I finally decided she was able to talk sensibly I had a couple of words before we parted company. "Before I go, Alison," I said, "a couple of words of advice. One, don't forget to put on your panties before you leave. Two, think long and hard about Romeo. Make sure you want to marry him. If I were you, I'd insist that you're entitled to a test drive before you make it permanent, no matter what his mother says." I shot through at that stage. Don't know if she followed my advice or not but I do know if I run into her again I'll be doing my best for another test drive myself.