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Jasper

By: ZacNeuman



Her name was Ellen and she had called me concerning some rough she had that needed to be categorized. I don’t usually do house calls, but she sounded like she needed help and if my suspicions were correct, I might be able to find out where she collected her samples. She insisted she had jade. At least fifty pounds of it from a place she was hiking and wanted to see if she was correct. I told her over the phone that the geology in the area she told me she found this was not known for its jade. Believe me, if it was, it would have been mined out years ago; but, the benefit of the doubt is the downfall for all rock hounds, amateur or otherwise.

I make a meager living buying rough from collectors and reselling it to people who know what to do with it. My real business is looking for large dealers that have hundreds of pounds of stuff that they want to dump onto the market just to get it out of their warehouse. I usually end up making anywhere from a dime to a buck a pound for the stuff. Not much, but if you find someone who just isn’t knowledgeable about what they have you can make a killing. Maybe she did have some jade, if so it would be a low grade at best, but you never know. It could be something entirely different that would make both of our days. Or it could be trash not worth looking at. That’s the chance you take.

She lived out on some dirt road in the middle of nowhere. She had a modest little two bedroom house that could use a new paint job and a new roof. There was a detached garage separate from the building that could have housed three cars. She drove an old army jeep from 1945 that had seen better days. Just the kind of vehicle a rock hound drives. I myself drove an old Bronco that was in its last miles. I kept it alive via duct tape and a lot of pampering. I can only imagine that her jeep had similar maladies.

I knocked on the screen door that was latched; there was no bell to ring. I heard some rumbling inside and a muffled voice called out, “Just a minute”, and I waited. I heard the dead bolt on the front door slide back and it opened a crack. All I could see of her was a bit of red hair and an aquiline nose about ruby red lips.

“Can I help you,” she asked?

“I’m afraid it’s the other way around, can I help you,” I said.

“Are you the rock guy,” she asked?

“Yes,” I have been called many things in my life and this was the mildest, “I am”. I produced my card and held it up to the screen door separating us for her to read. She studied the card for a moment or two and opened the door and unlatched the screen.

“Please come in.” She stood about five eight, kind of tall and slender. Her red hair she wore long and down around her shoulders. She was dressed in jeans and a T shirt and she had on a climbing harness that fit around her waist and along the inside of her thighs very tightly. There was a locking clamp in the O ring in the center of her harness.

“You have to forgive me, I am planning on doing a little climbing tomorrow and I just wanted to check my equipment out.” She seemed a little embarrassed, “I must look silly.”

“Oh,” being somewhat of a climber myself, “not at all. I see you prefer Petzel harnesses and if I’m not mistaken, that’s more for repelling than for top roping.”

“You climb?”

“I have been known to abuse one rock face after another,” I replied.

She had a wonderful smile and very bright eyes. She was very engaging, hard to take your eyes off of her. The seat harness accentuated her pelvis and butt. I had a difficult time not looking at her jeans and the way the harness fit.

“I was planning to repel into a canyon tomorrow and do a little exploration for rock samples.”

“Very admirable,” I commented. There followed a slight awkward silence.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or something?” 

“I would love a cup, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all, I just happen to have some fresh brewed.”

I followed her into the kitchen and she obtained a couple of coffee cups, not matching, and poured us both a hot cup of coffee. It was a little bitter but warm and welcome.

We chit chatted about climbing and exchanged some of the escapades that we both encountered. We discussed the differences in gear and the performance of this over that. We were into our second cup of coffee before we actually got down to the subject of rocks.

“Well, would you like to see what I found?”

“Absolutely,” I replied.

I followed her as she led me outside to the garage. Once inside, I found that she had several ropes hung from the rafters to practice her ascent and repel changeovers. She had an enormous amount of climbing gear and ropes hanging from the walls of the garage and along the base of the walls she had five gallon buckets and galvanized wash tubs filled with rough stone of all varieties. I immediately identified thunder eggs and agates, and quarts that ranged from milky white to clear and rose. She had a lot of obsidian and garnets. There was Malachite and white quarts bearing flecks of gold. I saw several wash tubs of the blackish rock bearing silver ore and crystals of all kinds. The rush of all this rough drained the blood from my head and I felt a little woozy. I was like the preverbal kid in a candy factory. There was gypsum, amethyst, chunks of raw cat’s-eye, purple marble and so much more that my mind could not categorize it at a glance. While I stood dumbfounded she walked over to a galvanized wash tub and kicked the side of it, “This is what I wanted you to see.”

I found my feet and walked over to where she was indicating. Inside I saw multiple stones of a deep green color. Some had a mild vein in it and some was a little duller than the rest, but the overall color was of a dark green nature. I picked up one of the rocks and hefted it, it had a solid mass and was up there on the Mohs scale. I took out my loop and inspected it closer. I picked up another piece and did the same. I looked at several more before I stood back up and told her, “Jasper”.

“Jasper” she repeated.

“Jasper,” I repeated. I saw the downcast look on her face and felt for her.

“Jasper of a high quality,” I added. “It’s not jade but it could fetch a nice price per pound rough of say,” I was calculating what I could afford, “a dollar to a dollar fifty a pound.”

“Hardly worth the effort it took to get it here,” she was very depressed and I felt bad. The Jasper had a nice color, but rough like this was a common event and not really worth any more than I could offer her. It was a more than fair price I felt.

“I’m sorry. I truly did not mean to disappoint you. However, I see some other stuff here that I would be very interested in.” She brightened at the prospect.

I took her through her collection of rocks and told her what she had. Normally, I would downplay the collection as second rate and make an offer less than it’s worth and make a killing on the deal. But she was just to pretty to do that to and besides, I felt kind of protective of her and had no desire to take advantage of her. At least, as far as rock were concerned. She still had the seat harness on and the way the straps of the harness fit around her ass made my mouth water. Maybe that’s way I was being so straight forward. I really couldn’t tell. I just liked having her in tow showing her what she had and how she could cash in on it.

“I would like to broker your amethyst, if you would like?”

“Oh,” she thought about it, “to whom?”

I was slightly embarrassed by the answer but stumbled through it just the same, “I know a firm that specializes in certain types of body jewelry and they use amethyst exclusively.”

“Body jewelry”, she had a puzzled _expression on her face, “you mean like ear rings and stuff?”

“Not quite,” I started to blush a little, “jewelry for ah, other parts of the body.”

“Like what parts,” she was curious now and would not let it go.

“Like, ah, well, ah, the labia, sort of.” I was fully red in the face now and turned so she wouldn’t notice.

“Really,” she was fully interested now and wanted to hear more.

“Well yeah, they make these sorts of pendent things that hang from a woman’s,” I gestured to my groin, “parts”. I was a bit uncomfortable taking about this with this women and it showed.

“Oh,” she walked up to me and put her hand on my cheek, “you’re blushing”, and she gave me a light kiss, “there now, does that feel better?”

I let out an uneasy laugh and she laughed with me and we discussed the type of jewelry I was talking about. Usually reserved for the hard core bondage types, this jewelry was designed to keep the vaginal cavity open while walking about naked. Used for various purposes that I really had no idea in hell what they were. I just supplied the rough for them. The thought sparked something inside of her and she had a sly grin on her face and she rubbed herself between her legs. That sparked something inside of me and it must have showed through my jeans. She smiled at me and cocked her head to one side and winked at me. It was like a bullet right through me.

“I’ve been wondering around all evening with this thing on,” she tugged at the ring in her seat harness, “and I think it’s about time I took it off. Could you give me a hand? It’s a bit tight.”

“Certainly,” I was always willing to help a pretty lady out.

I took a step closer to her and found the clasp that held the seat harness in place and popped it open; along with it her jeans popped open. “Whoops,” I was again embarrassed at this turn of events.

She grabbed my hand and stuffed it into her jeans under her panties and I felt the bristle of her pubic hair and the soft flesh in the center. Surprised I looked her in the eye with a startled look and she wrapped an arm around my head and pulled me in and kissed me deeply. As we kissed I found my fingers entering her and caressing her. She found my fly and unzipped me and took hold of my cock. “Mmmmmm, seems like this might be an interesting evening,” she said.

My fingers slid in and out of her pussy and I felt her wetness and eagerness. She had my cock in her hand and ran her fingers along its length, back and forth. I felt a savage force weld up inside of me and I bit at her nipple through her T shirt. She let go of me long enough to slide her jeans and panties off and step out of them, then she kicked them to one side. I had maintained my fingers inside her as she did so and felt myself completely aroused and hard. With her bare bottom exposed I withdrew my fingers and pulled her T shirt bovver her head and watched as her ample bosom bounced back into place on her chest, nipples erect. She knelt down on one knee and pulled my pants to my knees and took my penis into her mouth and with the aid of her hands she worked wonders on me. I was gasping and my knees felt weak. I placed both of my hands on the sides of her head and began to thrust my pelvis at her mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happing and I didn’t want to stop it. She got me rock hard and I wanted to take her right then and there. I looked around me and there was no suitable place to have sex any where in the garage. She stopped sucking me and pulled my pants to my ankles and helped me step out of them. She rose and began to unbutton my shirt. She started at the top of my shirt and I started at the bottom and when we met my shirt flew off of me like a sail. We sank into each others arms and hugged and kissed, my dick was rubbing against her pussy and I could feel the heat from her and her wetness. She ground her pelvis into my hardness and it was ecstasy.

“I think we need someplace to roost for a bit,” I whispered into her ear.

“I know just the place,” she giggled.

It took a bit of wrestling with the gear and fumbling with each other to maintain the intensity of our mutual arousal before we successfully got into our climbing gear naked. There are two very basic ways of climbing up a rope without the aid of a rock face to use as hand and foot holds. One is the “rope walker technique using a couple of cams, one located at the ankle and another located on the chest. As the rope is pulled through the cams the weight of the person with the cams sets them so that they do not slide down the rope. The other method, which we employed, is the Texas frog method. Your chest cam is attached to two foot loops; and with a cam at the center of your seat harness you are firmly attached to the rope. The principal being that you propel your way up the rope using your legs. The rope slides through the chest cam until you reach the full stride of your leg and then you “sit” down using your seat harness cam to take the weight while you pull your feet up, knees up to your elbows, and then you stand on the foot loops and propel your way up the rope. We used a slight variation of the frog style in that we used to ascenders attached to their own foot loops. You still sit down on the rope, (in mid air), while you raise one ascender per foot and then stand. It goes a little faster when you have a hundred feet or so to cover in a straight drop.

I must admit that it felt really weird to be suspended above the garage floor on a rope bare ass naked with a beautiful red headed lady in a similar condition. The ropes were strung close enough to allow two climbers contact. Obviously, this was used as a rescue training set up in which one climber is disabled for what ever reason and the other is set off to bring them in. 

In this case, we found a slightly different use for the set up. She was slightly above me on her neighboring rope so that she was sitting spread eagle with her pubic hair at my nose. Perfect, I thought. 

I swung a little on my rope and caught her legs and brought her into me. The effort to climb up a rope is considerable and causes a certain amount of sweat, added to that the nature of a tin roof of a garage in the middle of a desert, even at night, and you have a lot of warmth going on. She smelled of sweat that was like perfume to me. I brought her close and began to lick her clit and hold her in place using a couple of fingers inserted inside her pussy. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her moaning and groaning. We began to sway because she started to thrust her pelvis into my face as I gobbled her up. To steady the sway of the ropes in the same direction I put a free hand on her ass which caused us to sway in the same pendulum motion in the same direction. “Oh, yeah honey, Oh yeah,” and she gave me her fullness wide open without hesitation. She tasted sweet with a ting of saltiness from the sweat. She was supple and raw and sensitive as hell as I licked her and sucked at her. Her breaths came in gasps and sharp intakes and out of the corner of my eye I could see her tits bounce as she exhaled sharply. Her movements and the sounds she made and her smell kept me hard as a rock in this erotic single rope technique. She was getting close to climax and she reached behind her and moved my hand on her ass so that my fingers would penetrate her ass. This added a new dimension of pleasure to her already mounting orgasm and she let out, “Uhhhhhhh”, and jerked her pelvis as she was about to cum. This cause a ripple effect along both ropes holding us up and actually added to her pleasure and she began to jerk as if involuntarily. She began to make unintelligible sounds of partial words and moans and gasping at the same time, until she screamed, “OHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH!” Her body was bobbing up and down like a cork in water. ”UHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHH” She grabbed my head and turned me up to face her and I stared at her face with half closed eyes through the hard nipples of her breasts.

“Come on up here, honey I got to have you,” she said.

I removed my damp fingers from her orifices and manipulated the ascenders so that my erect penis was level with her damp pussy. She grabbed my cock and tugged me and guided me so that I entered her sopping wet pussy. Being on rope all your weight is on the rope so that I could manipulate her ass to slide up and down my shaft with no more effort than lifting a feather. Within minutes our ropes were intertwined and winding around each other and we were in a mild spin as I thrust myself into her with all I had. When the ropes could no longer wind themselves in the clockwise direction we were spinning in, they began to unravel in a counter clockwise motion. I never missed a thrust and she wouldn’t have let me if I could. It was like an E ticket ride at Disneyland only far more fun. I was standing on my foot loops with her knee caps held firmly against my buttocks. We supported our position by grasping each others ass and her tits mashed themselves against my chest hair and I could feel her nipples make imprints on my flesh. I had an animal passion that was relentless and she was lost in lust gasping for breath as I thrust myself deep into her again and again.

“OHHHH GoDDDDDD”, I screamed.

“Yeah, Baby,” she screamed.

I shot my semen deep into her in thrust after thrust.

“OHHHHHHHHH”, one of us moaned and I couldn’t tell you who.

When I finished ejaculating we left ourselves entwined, spinning around in the air, fifteen feet above the garage floor. We spun counter clockwise then clockwise, then counter clockwise until the ropes settled themselves again as two independent strands. We kept holding on to each other and nuzzling each other in the after glow of sex. When we parted and I came out of her some of my semen dribbled out of her and hit the floor with a smack. She giggled at that and I smiled. We made the change over to our stainless steel racks and made our small descent to the floor. Once again on terra firma we embraced and kissed and nuzzled each other.

We left the equipment where we took it off along side our clothes and went traipsing across the desert floor into the house and into her bedroom. There in a much different setting we found ourselves stretched out on her bed. I played with her clit, sticky as it was and suckled her breasts. After about an hour or so, she had me hard as a rock once again and this time she got to the floor with her torso over the bed and I got behind her. She again took my hardness and with a little effort she inserted me into her ass and I took my time and gave her as much pleasure as I possibly could. I watched myself as I entered her and found it to be a powerful stimulant and when she orgasm I lifted her onto the bed and worked over old ground by lying her on her back and placing her legs on my shoulders and filling her beautiful red haired pussy again.

I came three times that night and she, well, I have no idea how many times, but I know she was very happy with the results.

In the following weeks, I brokered a lot of her rough stones and we searched the desert for more. It was our excuse for being together. Hey, whatever works? These days I think of nothing else but how beautiful her nipples are and the quality and softness of her red pubic hair as it shrouds her wonderful pussy. I don’t see, I feel her smile; I don’t hear, I sense her being, I don’t touch her I experience her. And Oh, the Jasper; well I took that and slabbed it out and made her some Cabs out of it, and a couple of rings and a necklace that she wears often. The green of the Jasper brings out the red in her hair and make her eyes sparkle like diamonds. Then again, a good night of sex always brings out the red in her hair and really makes her eyes sparkle like diamonds. Even the japer is an excuse just to show up.

Jasper



Warning: IF you're looking for a short story or with explicit contents, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.

This story is an original copyright. Any similarity is pure coincidental. Forgery or publishing without the permission of the author is fraudulent. 

Critics are more than welcomed. This is my first story to be published; please comment freely so I can improve my writing and makes it a pleasure for you to read as it will be for me when I write.

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PROLOGUE

THE CLOUDS above were smoky grey, a sign of an oncoming storm. A small boat bobbed on the sea, its lodgers unaware of the treacherous weather. The wind was picking up, and far in the distance, seagulls were crying aloud. Yet, they were oblivious to it. 

Except for the navigator and his friend. Me.

"Can we go back?" I asked Stephan. 

"It's too late," he replied grimly. "Tell the others to stay in deck."

I stood up from my slack sitting-position and hurried up the stairs.

"Oh, hell."

I looked up and said, "Yes, hell."

Without delay, I rushed up to the deck where Stephan's friends and their girlfriends were and shouted, "We have a giant wave coming our way!"

One minute I was holding on to the rail as the 

boat bounced precariously, the next minute water was gushing into my mouth and down my throat in huge volume. A hand gripped mine and tried to pull me up. But whoever was trying to help me failed as the salt water blinded my senses, pulling me deeper as I fell harder. 

I fought helplessly, trying so hard to breath. So stifling, so smothering. I tried to shout for Stephan. Tried to reach for him.

Then, darkness came and I didn't remember anything.

CHAPTER ONE

I OPENED my eyes to meet the sharp gaze of the sun. My body felt so weak that I didn't move for a moment. My brain tried to work out where I was. First, what was cushioning my body? Second, why was I so cold despite of the sun? Third, why did my whole body itch like hell?

Everything came back, so sudden that I moaned my pain. I elbowed up to sit, and found myself alone in a beach.

A groan sounded and I looked to its source. Well, I wasn't alone anymore. Hooray? Nope. Not going to say that because the person who was groaning was none other than Jasper.

Oh man, of all the guys in the world, why was I alone with him? Where were the others? Where was Stephan when I needed him? Darn.

Ignoring the pain and the itchiness, I struggled to my feet and waded into the sea. Washed my face with the salt water, tried to untangle my hair, and finally took of my coat. It was pulling me with its weight. At least I wore a black tang top inside. I also took off my Jeans and was glad that I wore tight pants underneath. Yeah, I know, it was dumb but at least my dumbness saved me two items.

I looked around us. Besides the sea and the beach, I could see a small green spot a few distances away. Probably another island. This meant that I was now in an island, too. Man, talk about dream coming true. If Stephan were here, he would say, "Schmuck. These suck!"

Attempting to be unaware of the shape of my beefy legs exposed to naked eyes, I approached a clean big rock and lay my wet coat and jeans on it. 

"Where are we?"

"AH!" I shouted. I turned my back, glowered at Jasper, and stalked away. Oh, I so hated it when someone shocked me like this. Did he think it was funny? Okay, he didn't know that I hated to be shocked but it still hurt.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jasper the Smoking Hot Guy called after me.

"None of your business," I muttered.

Born in a city, a totally city girl, I did not have any basic survival instinct. Also, I never had been involved in adventurous activities so that left me feeling stupid and helpless. I hated this. I did not ask for this. I wished Stephan were here. 

"STEPHAN! WHEN I GET BACK, I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU!" I yelled.

Hearing it echoed through the place gave me a slight satisfaction. 

I returned back to the beach. Seriously, I was really allergic to trees. This would be a survival test for me because trees, especially ones that gathered like jungles and forests, pissed me off.

Jasper was hacking a tree with his Swiss Army. From what I could see, he wasn't doing anything different at all. I approached a tree of my own choice, one with thinner branch, and searched for its weakness. Then, with a wave, I hacked it off. The moment it hit the ground, a grin flashed and I looked up at Jasper. 

What a sore loser. He was smirking at me as if what I did was nothing to him. 

"What?" I demanded.

"Show off."

"Why don't you try to call for help?" I asked, clearly angry with him for looking down at me. At least I managed to hack of a branch. What did he do? Nothing at all.

"This is a waste of time," he complained. "Of all the people in the world, I have to be stuck with you, a stinking hippo!"

Wow that hurt very bad. I thought he was quite decent regardless of his popularity. He always looked so cool and cold that nothing could break his icy facade. I was wrong. He was also a spoilt brat like me. Mayhap we would get along just fine because he hated me as much as I loathed him, now.

I shook my head, disapproving him. He waded into the sea and splashed the water furiously, swearing whomever he wanted with no decorum, and then returned to the shore, panting heavily. Foolish. He could make himself useful by helping me make an SOS.

I tried to remember what Stephan had taught me about making a fire. A scout man through and through, he never stop telling and reminding me about these stuff, even making quizzes about them. Since he was the only male human being who cared to befriend me from the first time I moved here, and became my best friend until now, I tolerated him willingly.

"Help me gather driftwoods," I told Jasper before leaving him to flip over my clothes on the rock.

Grudgingly, he did. After a while, a fire was burning and we were sitting opposite each other. I was surprised that he knew how to start a fire with two stones. Not a total jerk.

"I prefer Stephan to you," I told him, breaking the lethargic silence.

The sky was darkening, and already stars were scattering up above. It was a rare sight in the city. The metropolitan life had engulfed the nature so much so that we seldom remember what simple things can give us. Satisfaction. Contentment. Peace. Tranquility.

"We forget how small we are when we're in the city," I continued. "Such things that is so beautiful and natural. Like the stars. No fluorescent lights or disco balls can replace the stars."

"No wonder no guy has ever find you attractive," he muttered.

I threw a small stone at him and feigned ignorance.

"HEY!" He shouted.

"I cannot believe how much you stink under your indifferent mask," I said. "Insulting people is such a childish attitude. Don't you think?" 

Jasper rolled his eyes and lay back. I went to the sea, behind the rock and away from Jasper, stripped myself, and cleaned myself. By the time I pulled on my semi-dry coat and Jeans, I was shivering madly. I ran to the fire, set my clothes to dry, and decided to turn in as well.

CHAPTER TWO

"WE'VE BEEN stuck here for three days," Jasper said furiously. "My hp's flat! Yours is gone! No one is around! There's no way we're going back!"

"Man, you are so lame. How can you give up that easily? Is that why Kathleen left you? Because you give up so easily?"

"That's none of your business!" He snarled.

"OH, really? The last time I remember, it was my business because she's my cousin!" I snapped.

Our eyes locked. His red hair blazed with fire as my black one glowed with the moonlight. Not.

Our eyes did meet, but it was only the ray of the fire that made his seemed to burn. Just like his name, it was as red as the gem. He threw away the stick in his hand and marched off into the jungle. In spite of his anger, he was quite thoughtful. 

After a few moments, he returned with a few coconuts in his hands. I watched him cut the top painstakingly with his Swiss Army. It was quite a work especially when he had to use such a small knife. But, after a long time, he managed to cut off four.

Knowing that I had no instrument or skill, he thrust one to me. My thirst disappeared and I sighed with relish. Pure coconuts, so difficult to find in advancing and contaminated city. I used a thin stick to peel the inside and ate slowly.

We finished and dried them up, and then I arranged them on the rock where I dried my clothes. 

"You know, I still don't understand how you ended up with Stephan," he spoke.

"Don't be a jerk," I said.

"He's such a cool guy and you, on the other hand, is so...so-" 

"Shut. Up. You think you're so cool? You're worse than I thought! Selfish, self-centered, particularly obnoxious and unbelievably irritating!"

In my rage, I threw a coconut shell at him and stood up. Kicking the sand with my bare feet, I turned to him and demanded, "What is the matter with you? What sins did I do that you hate me so much? Why would it bother you that I am not as skinny as your lamppost girlfriends are? Why would you care if Stephan and I were close? I can't believe how narrow-minded you are, insulting someone who is not perfect in your eyes!"

"Damned it!" 

Jasper stood up and stalked to me. He took my arm and shook me thoughtlessly.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

Somewhere in the middle, I forgot that I had black belt in taekwondo. I tried to push him away but the more he shook, the more rattled I was. I had motion sickness, so too much movement can trigger it. Like what he was doing to me, I became so dizzy and light-headed that tears streamed down my eyes.

Suddenly, he released his grip. I crumpled to the floor like a wilted flower, and curled myself into a ball. Shutting my eyes, I forced myself to focus on stopping the faintness.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Are...are you okay?" 

I moaned in reply. Okay, coconut shit! What I really needed wouldn't probably here. Something sour, like pickle or lemon. Why, oh why, was he so stupid?

Something rough and warm touched my forehead. 

"You're perspiring!" Obtuse Jasper said, dumbfounded.

A stunned yelp escaped from my mouth when he slid his hands under me, followed by amazingly strong arms, and my world fly when he lifted me up. If I weren't ailing, I would have protest and kick his butt. As it was, I curled into him and did something that froze us. I dug my nose into his shirt and smelled him.

He smelt so goooood. Hot, spicy, salty and very yummy. Like...something warm and calming. 

"Come the next day, forget about everything," I told him forcefully. Then, I shut my eyes and succumbed to the spinning world.

I AWOKE to something cold and salty. Wrinkling my nose to the smell that was becoming rather familiar to me, I met a pair of startling green eyes. Somewhere above birds cried noisily. The slapping waves followed, and I recalled what had transpired yesterday. My throat still felt queasy, but fortunately, it was getting better.

"Water," I croaked.

Forcing myself to sit up, I took the coconut from Jasper and drank it in one gulp. I was surprised to find myself feeling really thirsty. Jasper kept on thrusting coconuts into my hand until I had enough.

"Wow, did I drink all that up?" I asked, amazed to find ten empty coconuts lying on the sand.

"What do you think?" Jasper muttered as he gathered them up and began to dig into the shell for the inside. I watched weakly as he filled up three of them before collecting the rest and went to the rock. Without delaying, I took two of the shells and finished them. Then, I took the rest and, by the time he returned, they were gone.

"Don't tell me you ate everything?" Jasper asked with disbelief.

I looked at him sheepishly, "Sorry, but...I was so hungry! I'll help you find more!"

I began to get on my feet.

"No, you just stay there. It's not as if you really can. Can you? Climb?" He asked.

I stomped my foot and said, "That's not fair!"

Jasper smirked before walking away into the jungle. Livid, I practically march to the rock, stand behind it where no one could see, and strip. My bra had gone unwashed for three days, as well as my panties that I decided to dry them on a smaller rock below the bigger one, I just hoped Jasper didn't see them. He would most probably laugh at how big they were.

After that, I pulled off my shirt and skirt and rubbed my skin roughly. Somehow, I was glad that I could use the seawater every day. You see, I had this illness-eczema-for quite some time, like, ten years, and it worsened for four whole years. Now, I was still speechless when I looked at my clear and flawless skin.

When I had my fill, I grabbed my coat and Jeans, folded the cuffs up, and approached the fire.

"Who's your favorite singer?" I asked, suddenly curious to know.

"My favorite singer?" Jasper asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, favorite singer? I just want to know. After all, it's been four days and you haven't helped me do an SOS."

Jasper scowled. My heart raced wildly, unexpectedly. I have never thought that he was not only cute and handsome, but also captivating, especially when he was mad. 

"Well, since I'm stuck with you..."

"Jasper!"

"I guess I can answer that. Just don't tell anyone. Only Stephan knows. And you, now," he warned.

Now, that sounded really mysterious. A popular guy telling me to keep a secret. Didn't he know that I could use it against him as a weapon when things didn't go well between us? Oh, this better be good.

"A promise of a Scouts girl," I said as I crossed my heart.

"You're no Scouts!"

"Stephan is."

"I don't see the connection."

Laughing silently, I shrugged my shoulders, waved my hand at him, and asked him to ignore me.

"Amy Lee," he relented.

I gaped. Literally. All of my life I had been worshiping the vocalist of Evanescence without knowing anyone who shared my fanatic passion, without meeting anyone who at least listened to it, and here, in front of me, the hottest guy of Pine Cross College of my batch was telling me that he loved Amy Lee?

I couldn't help pinching myself.

"OW!"

"Why did you do that for?" Jasper looked at me as if I was stupid to pinch myself.

"You're not pulling my legs, are you?"

"Why would I do that?" 

"Stephan, I am so, so going to kill you. Literally!" I muttered under my breath. That was not fair. Stephan knew how much I wished to meet anyone who loved Amy Lee but he never even hinted that there was someone else who did. Maybe, knowing how much a zealot I was when it came to Amy Lee, he decided to keep mum. On the other hand, even if he told me that Jasper worshipped Amy Lee, the fact that he was Jasper itself would deem my excitement.

"Well, that's shocking," I mocked. "You're Gothic!"

"SHH!"

"Jasper, there are only you and I here," I pointed obviously to him, raising my eyebrows to emphasize how silly he was being.

"Besides, your secret is safe with me," I added, pleased with me.

CHAPTER THREE

"IF I'M dead will be together...aw... At the end of the world... All the last things I see..."

Two weeks. Jasper finally had gathered enough wood to create a bonfire. We agreed to light it up tonight and the next day, keeping another for when we saw a boat or ship.

I found a drifted buoy-of all the things in the world-and used it for a pillow. We also finally helped each other to make a decent banana rug from the banana leaves for lying down so that we did not have to sleep on the cold sand anymore. Now that banana was added to our diet, we alternated between coconuts and bananas.

It felt like being in the Sims2 Castaway, except that this was real, not a game. I did not know how long my tight pants would fare. My Jeans and top were still okay, but I had to give my coat to Jasper since his own polo had gone missing. I bet it was a monkey, not that I was telling it to him. 

"That polo was the first gift I had from Jema!" He barked at no one.

Jema was his twenty- thirty-something girlfriend, a Cuban with ebony hair and tall figure. I envied her because she had curves. Fatefully, she dumped him because she caught him locking lips with another girl. Served him right. You go, girl!

Actually, after fourteen days stuck with him, I didn't find him hateful at all. He was a very entertaining company to have and we had reached the point where we can conduct civilized communication. He was opening up to me, not hostile or judgmental, without realizing it himself. 

That evening, we stood side by side, watching the first bonfire sizzled to life. The heat was welcoming, very appreciated, because it chased away the cool breeze of the sea.

"I hope someone will see," he mumbled.

It seemed that luck wasn't with us. By the time the fire became ashes, and the sign of dawn arrived from the lightening sky, no one came. Jasper kicked the leftover and stalked off, swearing incoherently.

It was at that moment when I realized how helpless and hopeless our circumstance was. We were stuck in an island, somewhere we didn't know, with no sign of other people living, too. We would have to eat banana and coconut, sleep on banana leaves by the fire, smelling as fishes do, and nothing else to do besides waiting.

Tears rolled down my eyes. I sobbed aloud. My body dropped to the floor and I bent up my knees and hid my face in my hands. How was I going to survive this? 

"This is your entire fault," Jasper suddenly said. "If you had warned us earlier, I would have been able to get inside instead of been swept away by the wave! If you had come earlier, I wouldn't be stuck with you!"

"So now it's my fault?" I exclaimed as I stood up and faced him.

"Hell, yeah!" He yelled.

Heaving my chest rapidly, so livid and infuriated beyond words, I screamed, "HOW WAS IT MY FAULT WHEN YOU AND YOUR STUPID FRIENDS WERE BUSY MAKING OUT LIKE BUNNIES, LIKE ANIMALS ON THE DECK, THAT YOU WERE TOO BUSY TO SEE FOR YOURSELF THAT THE WEATHER HAD CHANGED? IF I HADN'T COME TO WARN YOU, I WOULDN'T BE HERE STUCK WITH YOU! IF I HADN'T COME TO WARN YOU, I WOULD BE WITH STEPHAN INSTEAD OF YOU, A STUPID, SELFISH, OBNOXIOUS MAN I HAVE EVER KNOWN!"

"You dare!"

I didn't see it coming. A hand slapped my face, so hard that my ear ringed and my body unbalanced. I fell on my butt, and I became numb. Why did he hit me so hard? Touching the side of my face he had violated, I looked up to him and stared.

"You'll regret this one day, Jasper, this I promise you," I whispered.

Without a word, I dragged my feet and traced back to the shore. I shouldn't feel this acute ache in my heart, but there it was. The first time he handled me brutally-I had forgiven him. Twice, now, I wasn't sure I would. Even the sight of the second and third bonfires couldn't soothe my pain.

CHAPTER FOUR

TWO FORTNIGHTS. Still no help coming our way. Usually, at this time of twilight, we would wait by the fire and relish in the exceptional serenity. The wind blew at our face playfully, the scent of salt lingering along.

However, ever since that incident four days ago, we ceased communicating. I refused to look at him, ignored the food he brought, and kept my distance. Since I knew where I could find my own banana outside the jungle, I fended for myself.

Funny, I was so blinded to see how egoistic he was. He never even once apologized. Not for the time when he triggered my motion sickness, or the time he printed his handprint on my cheek.

"Soon far away... It's growing colder... Without your love... Why can't you feel me...? Calling your name... Can't break the silence... It's breaking me... All my fears... Turned to rage... And I'm alone now... Me and all I stood for... Nothing worth fighting for... We're wondering now..."

Jasper suddenly pulled me onto my feet. 

Instinctively, I pushed him away.

"Hey, I'm not talking to you!" I shouted.




Jasper



Feigning ignorance, he picked me up easily and locked me in his arms. Our eyes met. I began to panic. I kicked my legs as hard as I could as I tried to make him dislodge me. What was he trying to do?

We arrived at the fire and, without a word, he placed me next to him, put his arms above him so that I couldn't move, and dozed off. I was more than stunned by his rudeness. More, when he smiled in his sleep. After many tries, which were pointless to say, I was breathless and fuming.

"LET ME GO, RAT-HEAD!" I screamed.

He snored louder.

"JASPER!"

He laughed. But his eyes were closed. What the heck?

I lifted up the only free arm, and was about the pinch his ear when he opened his eyes. I was immobilized by the watchful pair of green eyes. They didn't seem asleep at all. Was he pretending to be asleep all the while?

I couldn't breathe. His intense gaze made me aware of the heavy weight of his arms around me, the closeness of our bodies, and the vulnerability in me. Although Stephan was my best friend, I never shared this closeness as I was doing with Jasper. Or more like what Jasper was doing with me.

"I'm sorry," Jasper broke the tense atmosphere. "I am sorry for shaking you until you fell asleep. I am sorry for slapping. Does it still hurt?"

Thunderstruck, I nodded my head. My eyes widened when he tilted up my chin and kissed the throbbing side. When he met my gaze, he smiled slightly.

"Jasper," I breathed his name.

The precious moment was interrupted by a blinding light. I pushed him and scrambled on my feet. A loud yelp of joy escaped from my throat as I ran my way to the second bonfire and used a torch to light it up. 

Finally, helped had arrived.

And yet I felt regretted that the exquisite moment wasn't allowed to unfold itself. 

CHAPTER FIVE

"STEPHAN, YOU owe me pizza!" I reminded my best friend before I made my way to English.

How time flies. The two weeks I was stranded in an island with Jasper was now a memory. After the bonfire lit, we were rescued by a ship belonging to a sailor. It occurred that the island we were in was used for storing and we were on the other side, the side they never used. We were lucky that one of the crew saw our fire the previous night.

I ignored Jasper throughout the day. Truth be told, the only thing I had wanted to do was to weep. I couldn't explain why I was so angry at the light that interrupted us, and why I felt so empty inside. To even look at Jasper was unbearable. That's why I buried everything.

Being Jasper, he did not agree. 

The week after the rescue, school reopened. The usual crowd gathered around him, cheering him, asking him to recall, to retell the story of his life. What did it feel like to be stuck with a 'stinking hippo' like me? Did 'big buffalo' stink? With whom did he prefer if he were to choose?

Starting from there, I changed my clothes. No more trying to fit in. No more trying to be in the crowd. I returned to being the Gothic girl, the person people never notice. Stephan found it weird but he was attuned to my mood. He tried to cajole me to confide in him, to speak out the burden I was feeling. I just couldn't.

As soon as English ended, I made my way to the car lot. Stephan would be waiting in his new Chevy, his glasses on. Despite of his connection with Jasper, he loved to see me in comfort zone. Sometimes, we played with our clothes and he would be Gothic like me.

My imagination was cut short when the guy I had been trying to forget appeared in front of me thus blocking my way. I angled right and stepped forward, but he curled his hand around my arm and pulled me back gently.

"Release me," I demanded.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked.

"When did I avoid you?" I snapped. 

"You've been ignoring me when I tried to get your 

attention. You've been changing course, not using the usual ways to classes. That's avoiding, Adina."

"Wrong."

"Wrong?" 

"Yes, wrong. The last time I remember, we don't know each other. Am I supposed to notice now just because I used to be stranded in an island with you?" 

Snatching my arm back, I shoved him away, not looking at anyone else. I didn't care whether he was calling my name or that I was seeing red. The only thing important was to be cool in front of Stephan.

"I am so hungry!" I exclaimed as I hopped into the car. 

"I can see pizza above you head!" Stephan remarked.

"Ha. HA. Come on, let's see what this baby can do," I urged him as I tried his stereo excitedly.

"You can tell me that there's nobody else... But I feel it..." 

"I'm glad you're okay," Stephan shouted over the blaring song.

"You can tell me that you're home by yourself... But I see it..."

"Why?" I shouted back.

"You can look into my eyes and pretend all you wanted..."

"I was worried that I would lose you, my bubbly buddy," he teased.

"But I know... I know... Your love is just a lie..." 

"LIAR!"

We laughed right until we stopped at Yankee's Pizza. Rima, the Asian waitress, smiled warmly at us as we requested a table for two. We were famous here among the college students because Stephan had a membership and Rima happened to be my neighbor. 

We ordered our usual-Pepperoni and Beef Craze, meatballs, gingerbreads, a cola, and an iced tea.

"I have a new song," I told him.

"Hm?"

"It's called, ironically, 'Stranded'," I said. "I'll send it to you tonight. It's in my pc."

The food arrived and our talk changed to nonsensical stuff. But the gist of it, we enjoyed ourselves, worrying about the coming Semester, planning about our next moves and confirming it, joking about his crush on Jasper's ex, Jema.

"Can I ask something, Din?"

"Sure."

"Did...did something strange happened between you and, you know, Jasper. I'm not being nosy and all, but you're my best friend and he's my best friend. I don't want any of you..."

Damned. Sometimes Stephan could be acutely intuitive.

I forced a smile and said, "There's nothing at all. Besides seeing his temper and whiny person, there's nothing strange. I just don't understand why he is forcing me to acknowledge him openly, like we have been friends for some time, when it's not true."

Stephan stared at me intently before he spoke, "Maybe I should ask him."

"Do whatever you want. I just don't care."

Even I sounded less than true. If Stephan asked Jasper that would be something I feared. I didn't know Jasper that well so I didn't know what he would say to Stephan. 

*

"IN A field of darkened love

Dare you believe that I am alone?

The sparkling cyanide I'm holding

Isn't that enough to show you?

The silence thundering

The pit less hollow growing

Still you run from me

Fallen Angels flying back to heaven

The blinding truth ceasing all corruption

Maybe I will know

Maybe I will realize

Beneath the cold facade

You still love me

If I say that I love you

Would you spare me some kindness?

My blood that's flowing again

How did you ignore it?

I cried for the lost soul

I wept for the broken peace

Still you hide from me

Fallen Angels flying back to heaven

The blinding truth ceasing all corruption

Maybe I will know

Maybe I will realize

Beneath the cold facade

You still love me

The Son of Adam has promised me

'Thy wilt be mine'"

Forsaken me you die"

*

WWW.adinaunderworld_thesayer.com had been my official website since I first had the second part of my eczema. I asked a witch to ward it against hackers or copycats in exchange for twenty percent commission. 

Inside, there were rooms for Gothic Blogging, Gothic Chat Room, Gothic Gallery, Gothic Meetings, Gothic Music, Gothic Poetry, and Gothic Shops. This website, however, was not for Gothic. It was for anyone who was feeling sad, angry, lonely, or just anyone who celebrated contemporary poetry and the dark side of life. 

I was still disbelieving that my website was quite famous. No one knew who I was so it mattered not. The number of people joining in as members were shooting up really quickly that I was overjoyed. Thanks to Kendrick the witch and Stephan the computer whiz, my business was booming.

Tonight I added two new rooms- Gothic Fanfiction and Gothic New Talent. I also added a space on the right-side of all the pages for comments.

Because I owned it, I had access to everyone and everything. This was to check that nobody goes against the rules. Seeing that nobody tried to disrespect the terms and conditions, I entered the chat room and opt for a private one.

Raven45>Hello, Bloodlust

Bloodlust13>Hey 2 u 2

Raven45>So, ur intro?

Bloodlust13>M, 19, 6'1". U?

Raven45>F, 18, 5'4". Wts ur fetish?

Bloodlust13>Antediluvian poetry & dark songs. U?

Raven45>Cool... any of urs in ds rm? I'm in2 cont. poetry & Goth music.

Bloodlust13>Cool urself. M Fallen Angel.

Raven45>O. Luv ur 'Mississippi' & 'Tainted Tragedy.

Bloodlust13>Tx

Raven45>So, any topic?

Bloodlust13>Wt about LOVE?

Raven45>Hm... Wt about LOVE?

Bloodlust13>Wts ur definition of it?

Raven45>Nvr been in 1. Bt I guess it's something complic8ed. Complex. Love's NT EZ

Bloodlust13>Cn I confess?

Raven45>We dn noe each other. Go ahead.

Bloodlust13>I fell in luv w a girl I nvr tot I would. 

Raven45>Truth? Wt kinda girl is she?

Bloodlust13>Nt ur avrg type. U noe, the size 1, 2 kinda girl. 

Raven45>In other wrd, she's fat?

Bloodlust13>No, she's mor 2 curves

Raven45>So wts the probs?

Bloodlust13>She h8s me. 

Raven45>Oh jz wt did u do 2 make her h8s u?

Bloodlust13>I gt stuck in a place w her 4 sm x. Then we returned 2 reality n I guess it's nt the same.

Raven45>Wt r u gonna do nw?

Bloodlust13>I wn 2 tell her my feelings. Is dt possible?

Raven45>Anything possible, dude. MayB she's confused. Or mayB she regards u less of hw u regard her.

Bloodlust13>I'll try. Tx, pal. 

Raven45>Hey, no deal. Cn contact me anytime here. Best of luck! ;)

CHAPTER SIX

THE NIGHT of Halloween came. As one of the free-lance babysitters in the neighborhood, my charges were Amy and Rubella Williams. Today, the Latin twins wore identical pirate costumes. It could be confusing if you do not know them but I had been their babysitters since they were infants that I could tell them apart easily.

What I hadn't foreseen was that their brother, who was no one else but Jasper, wanted to be included in their trick-or-treating. Of course, I was infuriated because nobody informed me of this change of plan. Nonetheless, I had to abide because I needed the money.

"Adina, can I have one candy?" Amy asked me.

I raised one eyebrow when I saw one of her hands already digging into her pumpkin basket. When she saw that I knew, she grinned, showing two missing front teeth.

"Oh, look, you already have missing teeth," I teased. "Can I have one, too?"

Amy giggled and shook her head.

"Why?" I pretended to be sad.

"Amy doesn't want you to have missing teeth," Rubella spoke.

"Amy, Rubella, what are you doing to Adina?"

Both twins looked back at their big brother. The twins giggled to each other, their eyes shooting back and forth at Jasper and me.

Then, Amy took my hand and pulled me down. I bent to hear her as she whispered, "My brother always talks in his sleep. When he came back, he always shouts your name. I think my brother likes you. A lot. Do you like him?"

I pulled back and tried very hard not to blush. Wow, that was revealing too much secret. Was Amy making up stories about Jasper? I hadn't realized that he talks in his sleep. Maybe, when we were stranded, he wasn't asleep actually. Possible.

"Of course I like him as a friend. We go to the same school," I whispered back. "You must love all your friends, Amy, because they will love you if you do."

Amy smiled brightly. I thought she was faking it but she continued to do so at the next house and the houses after.

I walked beside Jasper without acknowledging him. I wanted to see if he would force me or he would say something that would surprise me. He did neither. What did were his sisters. Mischievous brats.

We had the twins walking between us for safety precautions. While we were strolling in the park, a few blocks from the farmhouse of the Williams, the girls suddenly ran forward, dragging us along. Instincts made us pulled back, and the moment we did, they released their hold and flee home, whilst I accidentally knocked into him and we fell.

My breath caught when I found myself squashing him, our faces very near, just a few inches away. Immediately, I jolted up and walked away.

"Wait!" He called.

I began to run. My legs just did. They carried me away from the Acorn Boulevard, over the Yellow Hibiscus Bridge, and into Pokeberries Lane.

"Adina! You haven't taken your pay!"

Shit. How did he run so fast? I turned left and ran up the stairs. I was panicking. I know, I shouldn't feel afraid or nervous but the thought of him gaining on me was frightening me.

So overcame by my fear and distress, I didn't see that he was already walking, not running, towards me. I shouted when he caught my hand, and I fought when he tried to still me.

"Adina, damned it, don't panic! I'm not doing anything! I just want to give your pay!"

"No, no, get away from me! Release me! Let me go, now!" 

Jasper grabbed me hard and I found myself in his arms. A hand slid into my hair to cup my neck and he massaged my nape slowly and gently. All fight seemed to disappear. I dug my nails into his shirt and let the pent-up tears flow.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I said between sobs. "Why are you forcing me to know you? Why can't you pretend that we don't know each other? That what happened in the island was just another episode in our lives? Things mustn't change although I have seen you in the other side. Things mustn't change because you must think of Stephan!"

"Adina, what are you saying?" He asked slowly.

"I want to go home," I said.

"Then I'll take you there," he said.

"No, I want to go home alone. I don't need you."

"Don't be stubborn, Adina. You're not well. Let me help-"

"NO! I don't need you!" I yelled. "Stop forcing!"

I was surprised when he relented, although he hesitated. His release came slow and unsure, but also so wary that my whole nerves tingled. The moment I was free I turned my back to him and forced myself to walk. In the end, I ignored him and ran home.

MY HEART jumped with excitement when I opened my website and clicked the Gothic New Talent page to find exactly one hundred profiles. As it was a new page, the first term to anyone was his or her profile. Then, if I accepted, then he or she could display the talents via video.

A few caught my eyes. The first on my list was a Roberto Madero, aged fifteen. His profile was among the top because he was not white, the oldest of six in a family of ten, and quoted Shakespeare. Interesting. A Mexican quoting a White.

The next person was Ileana Harris, sixteen. She did not state her background, simply saying that 'The darkness in nothing reveals everything'. Very deep. She was also beautiful, probably Caucasian judging from her blonde hair and green eyes but very Asian face. Exotic.

Barrie Jacobs, a guy of eighteen, attracted me with his beautifully decorated page. It was black with gold and red from the designs. I thought they were Celtic, and since I was a fan of ancient beauty, that really hit me. 

The last was someone I never ever expected. He was the biggest surprise tonight.

Naming himself Damyin Kovalevsky-Damyin Russian for Damien-to tame, to subdue or to kill-he claimed that he was twenty and the eldest of five siblings. His profile was blank other than these short details and a saying, 'When the Darkness seems to smother, pursue the Light'. If you asked me, it was just too cheesy to me. The only reason I comprised him was to watch him closer. I wanted to really know why he was driving me senile.

I accepted the four profiles, sent the form to fill with the terms and conditions, and made my usual round. I paid close attention to the chat rooms and galleries to prevent any fishy business. I didn't mind sex-that was necessary, mostly because the people who frequented were horny teenagers-but I hated drugs. That's really no-no. If I found such things inside, I would not vacillate to kick the person out of the site permanently. You could say that he or she could use another disguise but I had Kendrick. It was important that I kept this baby of mine as clean as possible. 

I downloaded a few pictures I had captured from willing girls who posed as models. They came from the slums and alleys, the ones that I shouldn't help for fear that they'd misuse the money. I chose them because I wanted them to know that if they had gathered enough girls, maybe we could open a club just for them. I wanted them to have at least a place to go for refuge or just to have fun.

So far, I had had three permanent models, who hadn't used the money they received for dirty stuff, yet. I just hoped that they weren't lying about their money shortage.

After that, I entered the Auction Hall in the Gothic Shops and observed happily. Instead of the dull bidding usually shown in normal sites, I made this like a game. Anyone who wanted to participate must give the password of the day, create his or her cartoon feature, and sat. Then, my helpers-Stephan or Kendrick's cousin Dale-or myself would be the auctioneer. The auction ended after five items were sold.

Sometimes, there would be two auctions happening at the same time. These happened a lot nowadays, maybe due to the coming Twilight and Blooming Obsession movies. 

In a distant, the grandfather clocked struck one. I was surprised to find myself so sleepy. I logged out, and then checked my email. 

Even after the weary Halloween night, and the nights and days before, Damyin Kovalevsky a.k.a. Jasper Maddox still wanted to harass me. I didn't even know where he got my email. It could be anybody because he was just too popular.

What rattled me was the thing that he sent me. 

A video. 

Of himself. 

Despite of how much I wanted to delete the provocative video, I was transfixed. I just was. I knew why when the video ended. Yet, it was not an excuse.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"HOW DARE YOU!" 

Every head turned to us. I didn't care. I was supposed to be calm and cool but my rage exploded the minute I saw his face.

"Are you happy now?" I whispered angrily. "Are you happy that you have embarrassed me with your stupid revelation? Are you laughing inside at how you can now taunt me? Are you satisfied that I am afraid of you?"

"Adina-"

"Why are you haunting me like this? What did I do 

to deserve your kind of hell? I am sorry if I offended you, okay? I am sorry that I refuse to make you happy! Just, just leave me the hell 

ALONE!"

Dramatic. I had to slap his face and stomped away. People snickered, booed, and cursed my daring but I couldn't care. I was too baffled and confused. So tormented and restless by him. Why? Why?

"Adina! Come back!"

"Go away!" I yelled at whoever it was.

"Adina!" 

I was snatched back roughly. Stephan's blue eyes were very pale. I knew I had crossed the line by humiliating his other best friend. 

"Why did you do that?" He asked as gently as he could in spite of his disbelief, anger, and worry.

"He deserves it."

"But why do you hate him so much?" Stephan wanted to know.

"I don't."

"WHAT?"

"I don't hate him. Hate is too mild a word." 

Then, I pulled back my arm, cupped Stephan's face, and slowly whispered, "I am sorry that I hurt you by hurting him." My tears flowed down profusely but I ignored them. "I am sorry that I even hurt you. But, just so you know, I didn't ask for any of this. At all."

Walking away from my only friend was the hardest thing ever. My cracked heart smashed into pieces when he let me. After all these years, I was still alone. Perhaps, it was better this way.




Jasper



CHAPTER EIGHT

USUALLY MY website was the joy of my life. This time, though, nothing could pacify me. I curled on my bed with nothing on my skin, just a thick layer of the finest silk covering me, shielding me from the cold.

Isabelle tried to coax me to eat but I just lost the taste for food. Crying, sobbing and weeping were the only things I wanted to do. Yet, that relief was denied. 

"Tatsumi, there's a hot guy for you," I heard Isabelle said through the door.

"Leave me alone!"

"I know you're feeling down but he won't go until you see him," she replied, trying to reason with 

me.

He? Could it be Stephan? Had he, at least, accepted my apology?

Suddenly, the world seemed brighter and hope came. Without delay, I grabbed my red nightgown, brushed my hair, and opened the door.

The world abruptly darkened. It wasn't Stephan. No, it was Jasper.

"YOU!"

"Adina-"

"Isabelle," I yelled, "let him out of here!"

I started to close the door but Jasper was quicker. He literally pushed his way into my room, shut the door after him, and bolted it. The nerve of him!

"Out," I said beneath a whisper. My hands were shaking and my eyes were seeing red. "Out before I call the police."

Was he deaf or just dense?

He had the impudence to corner me to my bed, and when I was leaning against the bed frame, he clamped his hands around my waist and dumped me on the bed.

"Jasper!"

"From now onwards, you are mine, Adina Tatsumi Phillip. Mine, alone," he said.

I kicked him in his belly but he laughed. He actually laughed as he conjured a rope and bind my hands to the bed frame. He actually laughed when I cursed him with all profanities I knew. He actually laughed when I attempted to hurt him with my legs. 

"What madness is this?" I demanded.

I was beginning to be afraid of him, the kind of fear that freezes you and makes you a watcher as the other party does whatever he wants with you.

"You," he whispered.

"Release me now!" 

"I will, only after I pay you back."

CHAPTER NINE

WELCOME TO my hell.

I just didn't understand why I felt so revolted and incensed with myself. Every time I closed my eyes, his face was the only thing I saw. Ever since that dark night, I refused to talk to anyone. Somehow, I was a hermit crab more than I was. What hurt the most was how Stephan had given up on me. We'd been friends for so long.

Kendrick handled my site after I coaxed an extra ten percent for her time. As a witch, she was attuned to the emotions around her so I was glad that she agreed without any questions.

Isabelle was now under my Most Hated Person list. Forgiveness would never be in this context, let alone forgetting. I just didn't understand how she allowed herself to be manipulated. And what followed after that due to her carelessness-that would always be in front of my mind.

MONSOON SEASON was due next week. As I lay on my roof, my arms crossed under my head, I wondered how Stephan was. Was it last month since we met each other's eyes? How time flies. If only I could remedy the strained rubber band of our bond, I wouldn't hesitate. But the condition of that was too much for me.

"Why won't you forgive him, Adina? Why won't you tell me what's wrong? I can't believe how selfish both of you are, keeping secrets between yourselves, yet you don't seem to be in the same boat!"

*

Here I go...

So dishonestly leave a note...

For you my only one...

And I know...

You can see right through me...

So let me go...

And you will find someone...

*

IN THE end, I made the decision to change school far away from here. It didn't matter that it was already the end of the term, and that major exams had started. As long as I received good results, nothing but my own peace mattered. Besides, it was becoming too overbearing and exhausting. The rumors, the truths, the in-betweens-these things kept on going more and more ridiculous.

On the first day, I decided to wear a deep red 

tank top, black skinny Jeans and crimson heels. Instead of a normal ponytail or single braid I usually wore, I let my long wavy black hair flowed. Then, I put on a light make-up, light pink eyeshades and eyeliners. The final touch was a rosy pink gloss. Perchance I was tired of myself because these weren't I. At all.

You could say that I was running away but it couldn't be helped. When the other party has more power than you do, he would surely win you over. I didn't want to worsen my life with frivolity such as Jasper's pompousness and selfishness. He was used to people agreeing with him and not defying him.

Yet, someway or somehow, he knew where I was. The moment I stepped into the school, with my new sexy look that screamed my voluptuousness, he was waiting in front of his black Porsche, looking like he owned the world. I hated to admit but he looked luscious. Wearing a black shirt that hugged his solid body, faded jeans and boots-not to mention the unmistakably (and unexpectedly) dark kohl beneath his eyes, he was hot.

That, however, did not excuse the reason of him being here.

How did he even know I was here?

I ignored him and made my way to the entrance. Just as I was a few inches away from where he was, his nonchalance demeanor dissipated as he blocked my way and, shamelessly, tugged me into his arms and kissed me fully.

For one second, I struggled. Breathlessly, I tried to pull out of his tight embrace, but he was stronger and taller than I was, not to include that he was the only person who knew me intimately. That, adding to how hot his lips were and tasted like fine Whisky.

"I missed you," he confessed, pulling my face 

into his chest while he held me possessively. "You're making me crazy. I can't wipe away your scent, your feel, your voice when you cursed me when I took you."

"Why are you here?"

Jasper slid one hand behind the back of my nape and tilted up my head. Our eyes met-his were strained while mine were with resentment. 

"Did you forget, literally, that you did not take me? You rape me, Jasper. RAPE."

His hand tightened around my neck. I flinched, but did not look away from his eyes. "Let me make it up to you. Let me..."

"Let you? Jasper, from the time we came back, you never gave me any choice. Never. You destroy my friendship with Stephan. Heck, you even destroy your friendship with him, all because you were so selfish! And still is! I don't need this at all. How do you even know I'm here?" I whispered with lurid fury.

Slowly, he uncurled his hand around my neck, only to wrap both arms around me. I floundered when I realized that eyes were watching us rather closely. Mayhap too closely. This was not supposed to happen at all. I was supposed to be opening a new book and today was supposed to be the first chapter. 

"Jasper, what do you want from me?" I asked exasperatedly. "Isn't it enough that you make me changed school, lost my virginity to you? What more do you want from me? What should I do so that you will leave me alone?"

I hated to ask, to beg, to plead, but, damn it, I was so, so tired. I was tired of fighting, of regretting, of being angry. I was just so tired of him. 

"Do you know how cruel you are to me? Do you know how...how selfish you are?"

I was startled, and frightened, when he growled and said, "I want you! You, Adina. You!" 

Just then, the bell rang. I sighed inwardly, glad for the reality. Jared released me none too willingly, and scowled before saying, "We're not done, Adina. I'll see you at lunch."

CHAPTER TEN

WHEN I entered for the first lesson, it was English, and Ms Penn was very hilarious. Although I had to do more assignments than the others because of my late change of school, I was glad because I didn't have to hurt Stephan. I missed him more than anything but what could I do, really? If I told him the truth, he would hate Jasper for raping, and he would hate me because I was the reason for their broken friendship. 

Silence didn't mean that it was settled but it was better.

Calculus was next. As much as I loved the subject, it was my weakest. So, when I was teamed up with Dexter Owen, a cute but quiet guy, I was thrilled to find a plus in him-he was brilliant. He was patient in explaining the problem and reminded me repeatedly the things that were important. When class finished, I braved myself to smile and thank him.

"Could you, like, help me? Like, can I ask you if I have, you know, some problems I don't 

understand?" I asked shyly.

"Sure," he beamed-beamed, can you believe that?-at me.

"Thanks so much!"

At the same time, I flipped my hair and smiled again, Jasper passed by. I realized that he was watching after Dexter walked away and he stepped in front of me.

"Who is that?" he asked, unhappily.

"NOYB, Jasper," I informed flippantly. "Why do you care?"

"Where are you going?"

I pushed him away and went to my locker. This guy was smothering me! So much so, that it felt literal. 

"Adina-"

"Jas. Per. Please. No. More."

He pulled me towards the stairs and pushed me to sit. I stared wearily as he paced back and forth, fists clenched tightly. His face was red, and his jaw was tight. I didn't think I could take this any longer and was about to speak up when he ceased abruptly and faced me.

"Do you know what's wrong with me? Do you?" He asked, desperately. He looked so confused and angry, so deep in turmoil that I wished I could make him smile. The atmosphere intensified when he pulled me up into his arms and buried his nose in my hair. 

"Do you know how...how angry I was when I saw you smiling at another guy? Do you know how...how angry I was when you never smile at me that way? I-I miss the time we had when we were stranded. I-I-I miss your presence! Your laughter! Your lips... I hate myself for...for..." his voice grew hoarse, and I stiffened when he moaned with...with anguish.

"Please, please forgive me, Adina. I did you wrong! I-I-I hurt you! You are right; I am selfish! I am cruel! I am unfair to you! But I was so confused; everything happened so fast that I hated it. I hated the light that disrupted the moment! I..."

The rest was lost to me. Oh, God, he did feel the magical moment in the beach, the moment I mourned for, the moment lost when the light interrupted it! The moment that had kept me awake at night when we came back.

"...why you rejected me. I thought what we had shared was precious, extraordinary beyond words! I don't understand why you refuse me! Why, Adina, why? Don't you feel it, too?"

He settled on the steps, pulling me along to him. Then, he flipped me around so that my back was to his front.

"Every time I saw you ignoring me, I wondered why. And if you met my eyes, why were you so oblivion? You know, Stephan one day asked me what was going on between us, but I couldn't tell him. How, when I was so much a monster to you? I am ashamed of myself, yet I can't stay away from you, not after I know how you taste, how you feel in my arms. So right."

"You raped me, Jasper," I told him softly. "You smother me, stifle me, and cut off my breath. You stalk me day and night, haunting my dreams, filling my heart with emotions so myriad and different that I am drowning! Won't you release me, Jasper? Won't you let me free?"

"Adina..."

"Tell me what you want Jasper. If you refuse to let me go, just tell me what you want."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

IN THE end, we parted. 

Not because we had come to a conclusion, but because he saw how exhausted and gaunt I was. I was surprised when he didn't pursue me like he usually did. 

For once, I had a breather. I walked home with-guessed who?-Dexter Owen. Yep. We kind of met at the bus stand and sat next to each other. His silence was more than welcomed because it was calming and very, very undemanding. He reminded me of the boisterous company I shared with Stephan; it hurt. I wanted to see Stephan so much that I almost forgot the unwanted person in his house.

The receiver was already in my hand and I had the last button to press when I recalled The Leech. I never told you what happened after our lost friendship. 

Well, this happened.

The Leech suddenly popped up and became his new 

best friend, and The Leech happened to be Jasper's girlfriend-cum-ex. She made a scene in the café, and I was taken aback when Stephan looked at me with disapproval before walking away with her instead of consoling me. I was beyond upset; I was appalled. And then, I found out that Isabelle was paid to let Jasper in, a courtesy of The Leech. Worse, I found myself alone with the stalker. Like me against the crowd and me against Jasper.

I hoped that by changing school, I could at least numb myself from the pain caused by my trying to protect Stephan. In the end, I realized that I had no one but Jasper.

CHAPTER TWELVE

TO MY upmost disbelief, he left me alone throughout First Sem. I found it pleasing enough because I got to spend most of my time catching up on assignments and been tutored by Dexter. Although Stephan was lost to me, I wished I knew something to get him back. Yet, the thought of The Leech was enough to keep me in my place. 

I became Mr. Yule's favorite student because I improved a lot. Not that it mattered to anyone but me. You see, Mr. Yule was a kind of Dork Teacher, with his extra thick glasses and almost bold hair, not to mention very clumsy, but I liked him-not because he favored me-but because he reminded me so much of myself. Besides, he was really nice, if you could overlook his flaws, and he never condemned others. He always encouraged and gave free tips and advices. That earned him many points. 

"Miss Phillip, please see me after class," Mr. Yule said one day before English started. Despite of being his most favorite student, I was nervous. Well, I should be because I wasn't still adapting to this school although I had been here for almost six months.

"Miss Phillip, I am pleased beyond words by your grades," he began.

"But..."

"But I heard that Ms Aurora is not pleased with yours in her class."

Great. Ms Aurora the cousin to The Leech wasn't pleased with me. I doubted she would, not only because I 'stole' her cousin's boyfriend but also because she failed to get into Jasper's pants. Yep, it was true. Ms Aurora told me herself when we were alone. Not that I cared. Except for my grades, of course.

"Mr. Yule, I know...it's really not your business, to know, but Ms Aurora hates me. I swear I'm not making this up because I have no issues with her. You can ask Dexter Owen; he's been helping me with my Calculus," my anxiety must have shown because he poured-surprise, surprise-a mug of hot coffee for me and asked me to sit. I never knew how serious he was with my well-being until now.

"You need at least three for each class to graduate, right, Miss Phillip?" He spoke, not asking but stating a fact.

"Yes and the only person's class that I got eight is Ms. Aurora's," I agreed, sipping the coffee slowly, which was delicious and not too black. "I'll try my best, Mr. Yule, because you have been so supportive of me."

Mr. Yule was startled by my gratitude. Then, he presented me with a smile so warm and so unlike him that I couldn't help but smile back.

"I really mean it. I'll try to ace my Calculus so that Ms. Aurora has no choice but to give me what I deserve. I promise this to you, Mr. Yule."

"W-well," he stammered. "Since you have promised, I tell you what. You concentrate on the coming tests. I'll deal with Ms. Aurora."

"B-but-" I sputtered, this time.

"No buts, Miss Phillip. I have never seen any hardworking student like you for a long time."

Wow, a true revelation from a teacher. I never dreamt of this miracle before.

When I left the room, I was all warm and glowing. Somehow, I felt that I wasn't so alone after all. I had a new friend in Dexter-not like what I had once with Stephan, but I couldn't complain-who had been so generous and kind, and now I had a benefactor in Mr. Yule.

SUMMER ARRIVED and the house I shared with double-crossing Isabelle and five other girls was jammed with kids from my former high school. I was locked up in my own secured room with bolted doors and windows. I had Calculus to study and I had Amy Lee full volume to block out the chaos.

So engrossed I was in my work that I hadn't heard the tapping on the door growing to rude banging. Grumbling incessantly, I stomped my way and unlocked it.

It was a mistake.

"J-Jared? What are you doing here?"

He locked the door after him, heaving a sigh of relief before guiltlessly lunged himself onto my bed. 

"Jasper, off my bed. Now." I demanded, crossing my arms over my tummy. My breasts, if you know, were not small so much so that I could place my arms over them. That would be very uncomfortable, if you must know.

"Come, now, I had just run away from a slimy slut who was trying to get into my pants," he complained, but complied by choosing to sit on the armchair by the window, instead.

"Serves you right," I muttered before continuing with my work. 

"Don't tell me you're studying?" he asked, askance at the mere thought of it.

"What? It's not your business if I do!" I snapped at him. Goodness, his sheer presence was distracting me. We hadn't even met for six months and a half-not that I was counting, okay?-and then he suddenly popped into my world like a genie.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I hadn't meant to ask him but I was curious. Who would have invited him, really? I doubted Isabelle did because she was not as brave as I knew, not until money was involved. But then, maybe she did invite him if someone paid her, right?

"I was not invited, just so you know."

"No?"

Oops, that question was too much a revelation that I did care. About him. Incredulous, wasn't it? But truth is truth and there was no way back now.

Jasper grinned at me before he pulled me up unceremoniously into his arms and held me tight. I slumped into him, my arms curling around him, like he had clicked on a switch inside me. He returned to the armchair and pulled me down onto his laps, his arms never leaving mine.

"I miss you, you know," he whispered huskily as he entwined our fingers together. "These past six months and a half have been hell."

"Why..." I stopped myself. I didn't want to ask him when I knew the answer to my question.

"Why what?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, you don't have to hide from me," he urged gently.

"Why...why hell?" I asked. Now that I did ask, it sure sounded dumb to me.

"Don't tell me you don't know? Adina, Adina, Adina," he tsked, shaking his head slowly. "If you must know, you are...my addiction, Adina."

"Addiction?" 

Addiction? Why did that sound so...so sick? I didn't want to be anyone's addiction because 1) it's not healthy, and 2) I sounded so much like a drug!

"Yes. It sounds dirty, but it's not. I cannot stay away from you for more than five minutes, Adina, but I had promised myself to give you time. It's the hardest thing I have ever done but...it's worth it. Six months and a half and I'm still crazy about you," he spoke slowly.

"You are?" I asked, stunned by his confession.

"Of course! Why did you even ask?" 

"Well..."

"No one has ever made me realize how selfish and self-centered I have been. I'm rich, I'm famous, and everyone likes me. Then you came along and I awoke from my dream. You made me see the brilliance of the stars at night whilst I was alone, and I wished you were there with me."

"Jasper, I cannot forgive you for what you've done to me...here...in this room," I told him. My voice was hoarse, and to my horror, tears were rolling down my face. Big, fat, hot tears gushing, abashing. 

I could feel him stiffening. 

"Even when I found myself alone in this world with no one but you, that night....that night..."

When he didn't react, I tried to pull up and away from him. He resisted. Typically.




Jasper



"Jasper, do you know how hurt I was, and still am, by what you did to me? You r-r-r-" 

But the word didn't come. It was stuck in my throat and refused to be free. Maybe, he wasn't that stupid, after all. By giving me the six and a half months, he was giving me the choice to either push him away or accept him. His answer will not contradict mine; instead, he will comply to it no matter if he is hurt or not. I wanted so much to be his, to be the one that mattered to him. However, the night marred my decision and I became frighten. What if I make a huge mistake by choosing either one-rejecting him or accepting him? What if I make a huge mistake by not making any decisions at all?

"Why did you do it?" I whispered, craning my neck to meet his eyes.

"Adina..."

When he reached down to cup my face, sobs raked me so hard that my heart ached. I clutched my left breast, trying uselessly to push away the truth about my feelings towards him. 

"Adina!"

He slid his hand into my hair and pressed my face into his chest, where his heart was. His other hand grasped the back of my shirt and held tight. Even through the sadness, I was befuddled with the roar he emitted before burying his face in my hair.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" He said breathlessly. "Do you have any inkling what you're driving me into? Adina, I am so sorry! I was possessed by anger and rage that you dared refuse me, but I swear that it is something that I regret doing! I can't believe how cruel I was to you until you left me. A-And when you left me, I never felt so alone..."

"What has come to us, Jasper?"

"So alone and lost, Adina," he told me. "So naked and hollow, a-as if something, or someone, has been stolen from me! I try to reach for you but you were so far away. When you finally asked me what I wanted, really asked me, it was a wake-up call for me. I-i-if I want you-and I do-I must be responsible for what I did. So here we are after six months and a half, and I have come with the answer to your question, Adina."

My heart beat wildly as he made us stand and he held my hands in his. I was struck by the stark contrast of his maleness and my femaleness. His were so wide and tanned, his fingers long and elegant like a pianist's, whilst mine were so small and fair against his, so fragile and breakable.

"Will you forgive me for my sins, minus the one true evil deed? Will you give me a chance, Adina? Because the answer, you see, is that I want you to be mine. Because the answer to your question is I love you and I can't live without you."

My heart ceased its thumping. My visions clouding. This pompous and gorgeous guy was asking for my forgiveness and saying that he loved me?

"...I missed the time we had at the island. You were so beautiful..." he clasped my hands and placed it where his heart was. "It was something I never thought to experience. It was a gift so precious that I wished I could commemorate it physically."

"Jasper," I began, and watched him hold his breath. "I am afraid. If you leave me, it will break me into pieces. I have never loved anyone before you, Jasper. Do you know what that means? It means that I am stupid and unequipped. Inadequate. Do you want someone like me? I am not entertaining, or hilarious, or even attracting. You will be bored with me, Jasper."

There. I had admitted my darkest fear to him. If he used it against me, I knew there was nothing I could do. 

"Do you know what I see in you? This black hair-do you know how many girls I knew had dyed theirs black? These black eyes-do you know how I know that you always speak the truth? This body-do you know how I spend my night sleepless thinking about how you felt? This mind-do you know how I envy your strong-will, fighting me again and again?"

He smiled, and my eyes widened. Lord, he was even more dazzling, almost beautiful, when he smiled. The dimples on his cheeks seemed to be winking cheekily at me and the glint in his eyes was teasing me mischievously!

Without warning, he pulled me up and branded a scorching kiss on my lips. It was short and hard, but so sudden that I felt like floating in the air.

"Will you be mine, Adina?" He asked tenderly.

Even though I knew the consequences, the possibilities of everything, I wrapped my arms around his waist and said, "Yes, Jasper, yes."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"HEY, JASPER, who's that chick with you?"

We shared a secretive smile before approaching the benches where the popular bunch usually hanged around. I had on a tight red blouse revealing the hour-glass of my waist and the roundness of my breasts, and a tight black leather pants enhancing the butt I had been working on during the holiday. The final touch was a pair of expensive red Jimmy Choos, a courtesy of Jasper for my birthday despite of my protest.

"I wonder how they'll react when they see the 'Stinking Hippo' with you," I whispered.

"No doubt they're jaws will drop like bulldogs," he replied.

"EW, that's so gross!"

Upon arriving, the first thing-or person-I noticed was Stephan's arm around The Leech. It almost stopped me, almost, but it also spurred me to prove to The Leech that she had been messing with the wrong girl. 

"I know," Jasper said suddenly. I looked up and met his knowing gaze, and it hardened us. We tried to apologize to Stephan, the day after I accepted to be Jasper's, er, girlfriend.

I didn't know how Jasper knew but almost all the Frat Boys' jaws dropped-not like bulldogs, yuck!-but really dropped, the kind that left your tongue and most of your front teeth exposed. I slowly smiled at them. 

"Holy cow!" Reed, one of the footballers, was the first to recover. His eyes rolled up and down, not believing what he was seeing.

"My, what did you do to her, Jasper?" Rachelle, one of my good housemates, exclaimed with awe before she smiled at me, winking her eyes, discreetly pointing Jasper to me.

"Who is she?" Some dumbass asked, obviously stupid to even ask. Maybe I was too transformed that he refused to see.

"Adina Phillip," Jasper said, resulting a surprised squeak.

Jasper pulled me away then, not waiting for them. In fact, he was relishing my transformation so much so that he chuckled all the way home.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"JASPER, DO you think Stephan will ever forgive us?"

"Why should he? His two best friends betrayed him," he answered nonchalantly.

"How could you say that?"

I was surfing my website, and thanks to Kendrick, there had been a number of people in the Goth Talents, ranging from a promising pianist to a rare juggler. Really, it sounded so unimportant but talent is talent no matter how one varies from the other.

"Well, that's what I'd do if I were Stephan," he pointed.

"Still, I want to seek his forgiveness. He was always there with me, for me, no matter what other thought. He was also your best friend, Jasper."

"And that's the point," he said. "It will be too painful for Stephan to forgive us."

"I still can't believe that you own this website," he suddenly said. 

"I can't believe how you have the guts to send your own..."

"My own what?"

"Oh, shut it! You know what I'm saying!"

The jerk had the guts to laugh at me when he saw how red I was, as red as tomato, I bet. He knew I was referring to the thing that caused him to receive the first slap from me. Not that I'm going to repeat. It was best left forgotten, this embarrassing thing. In spite of how wild everyone around me seemed to be after my transformation, I am still the girl who everyone looked down. 

"Do I?"

Jasper hauled me off the chair and pushed me to the wall.

"You are the only person that I touched once. Want to know how it feels?"

"Jasper-"

"When was the last time I kiss you?"

"The night...I accepted you?"

"Wow, that's so looooooong ago, right? So why don't I kiss you again?"

"Jasper-"

"Yes?"

Before I could answer, he cupped my face and pressed his lips slowly, like butterfly wings fluttering lightly, not too hard and not too soft, just right to make me lightheaded and feeling faint. 

The next thing I knew, he was carrying me to my bed, our lips clinging. I didn't know how fast he was but when I finally found my voice, he was above me on his elbows, not touching me but very close.

"Jasper, you don't want to do this,' I warned, though it was futile.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"B-b-because the last time you did, I wasn't willing."

He froze.

And then lay on his back beside me, cursing who knew what. 

After a long silence, I gathered my courage to speak. "I'm sorry for reminding you o-of that night."

"Damn."

He sat up on the bed, and then pulled his hair desperately. "I always forgot that. Don't apologize. I deserve it. It's just that you turn me on and I can't seem to stop!" 

"Go find someone, Jasper, because I don't think I can-"

"Don't spout nonsense, Adina," he cut me. "Where did you get such ideas? I'm not so desperate that any girl will do! Heck, why am I talking about this with you?"

"Cause you're my boyfriend and as much as I love you, you're a healthy male, yeah? And I know you guys think about that stuff ALL the time."

"I don't deny that," he said, rather arrogantly. "But, well, my dream girl is you. So, you see, as long as you're not ready, we'll find another way."

"Another way?" I asked, confused. I didn't even understand what he was trying to say.

"Yes, another way."

Since I still didn't understand-innocent me-I shrugged and continued updating my website. Right now, in one of the auction rooms, the price was an original piece of The Book of Modern Gothic Art written by Romulo Antonio, dated 1500. I only knew that the latest owner was Unanimous Male and that he decided to sell it because he was on the verge of bankruptcy. What he did was not my business or how he had that book-how much I could get for him was mine.

Adine 90> The Auction Rooms will be closing in two hour's time. For anyone of you who are interested in buying 'The Book of Modern Gothic Art', 'Dolce & Gabbana green gown worn by Ramie Allison 1942', and 'Stephenie Meyer's Collections', please do so without delay. The next reminder will be in an hour's time. 

"I still can't believe that you are Raven45," Jasper suddenly spoke after the long silent. I whirled my chair around, looked up and met his gaze.

"I still do not know how you get my e-mail," I stated forcefully. "Did it hurt?"

"You don't have to remind me of that," he said sullenly. "It was like a dream that someone would slap me, especially you."

"Why? Because I'm a dork and I shouldn't have? You pompous ass, you-"

"NO, that's not why I was taken aback!" He denied as he tried to take my hands into his. "It was the fact that I hadn't expect you to be violent that shocked me!"

"If you think I'm going to accept that excuse," I snapped, turning away from him to face my laptop. "Then you're wrong."

"Adina, please don't be so unreasonable!"

"Now I'm unreasonable! What about you?" I pushed away from the chair and stood in front of him. "You're the unreasonable one, haunting me like a ghost, forcing me to acknowledge you-and let me tell you, I HATE MANIPULATIVE BASTARD LIKE YOU-then made me lost Stephan, the only person who accepts me as what I am, all fat and ugly, and now you have the nerve to say I'm unreasonable? Oh, don't forget, you raped me like a beast and now I'm stuck with you!" 

I knew that the moment I said the last few words, I had shocked him as much as I was shocked by myself. Oh, great, why did I lose my temper so easily?

His face contorted fiercely before he said, "Fine. If that's what you have been feeling, from now onwards, I'll leave you alone." He made his way to the door, then looked at me with anguish so apparent that I almost felt it, and whispered, "Just know that I regretted hurting you, Adina. And I'm sorry for making you so miserable."

Foolish me, I didn't stop him or chase after him. Instead, I stared stupidly as the door shut quietly, thus signifying the separation between Jasper, the person who, until this moment, hadn't been so important and me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"ALL ON your own...

Cold and alone, again...

Can this be what you really wanted, baby?

Blame it on me...

Set your guilt free...

Nothing can hold you back now..."

*

I HAD never been so miserable than now, maybe more miserable than the time when I lost Stephan. I guessed I hadn't realized how much Jasper meant to me until he was lost to me, like I lost Stephan.

The days to Graduation were drawing closer but despite of how much I tried to concentrate on my studies, he managed to sneak into my mind. Still, I fought harder because I didn't want to disappoint Dexter, and particularly Mr. Yule. 

Believe it or not, Ms. Aurora finally increased my marks, though it was still not enough. I didn't know why she was so hateful towards me but I never stop hoping that she would soften to let me pass.

My wish came true when she called me to see her after school one day. Initially, I was ecstatic to find my grade. However, when Jasper appeared quite unexpectedly, without even looking at me but went straight away to Ms. Aurora, I knew why. The gleam in her eyes, laughing at me because she managed to steal Jasper to her was too much for me. I couldn't stop the tears from gushing down my face profusely as the truth dawned on me.

"How could you do this to me?" I heard myself whispering.

"Get going, Adina," Ms. Aurora ordered haughtily.

I stared at him for so long, wishing that he would say something, or at least meet my eyes, but he didn't do either of them. He pretended that I wasn't there, as if I didn't exist, and dropped his bag on the table while unbuttoning his yellow cardigan.

"Jasper?"

When he still ignored me, I knew I had lost him forever. Everything spun around me, but I wasn't aware except for the agony that I felt at his betrayal. No, I couldn't say that he had betrayed me because we were through, but it still hurt so much. I ran as hard as my legs could carry, wiping away the tears that refused to cease.

Then, I bumped into something hard that it backfired and I fell to the floor. I picked myself up clumsily because my legs decided not to run, but I continued. I wished I could fly away to somewhere far from here, far from everything and anyone that had been making my life a horrible one. I scolded myself that I was fortunate because I wasn't poor or had family problems compared to some, yet the reprimand did not break through the haze of pain that was beginning to shroud my world.

I didn't hear the sound of engine as it followed me, nor did I hear the voice of someone calling my name. The feeling of the brisk wind as it blew at me and the surrounding that blurred to colors and non-descriptive shapes somehow spurred me on.

"ADINA!"

My brief exhilaration was disrupted when someone pulled me back and turned me around jerkily. I struggled to free myself, swearing incoherently to the intruder.

Then, my head threw back, followed by a stinging pain on my left cheek. All fight dissipated.

"Adina, what the heck is wrong with you?"

So familiar, the voice, though impossible to comprehend because how could it be?

"Adina, say something!"

Say something? That was absurd because my lips were sealed and locked rather tightly.

"Adina, please... Are you okay?"

Okay? Was he kidding? My cheek hurt like a bee had stung it and my heart was crashing and ripping violently.

"Adina..."

I pulled my arms slowly, and turned my back to 

him. Right now, he was the one I didn't need most, besides the other guy. Right now, he was a dream to me because, as far as I knew, he was long gone from my life. Right now, I needed to be alone to calm myself. So, I carried on with my walking, not caring whether he was following me or shouting my name. The torture-that was my first priority. Everything else could wait.

"Adina, there's a letter for you."

I barely heard Rachelle as she went on talking about who knew what-probably about my relationship with Jasper, which was the latest gossip in town-whilst I made my way to my room. Upon entering, my eyes flew to my bed. No matter how many times I changed the linen, the night he...he did it to me was always in front of my head. When my eyes then stopped in the middle of the room, a loud wail escaped from my mouth.

The door to my room rattled when someone said my name repeatedly. I couldn't get up because it was so hard. I still had trouble realizing that The Leech had won, again, although I never was engaged in the battle she started. First, she had taken Stephan away from me because she thought I stole Jasper from her. Second, her cousin had stolen Jasper away from me because she hated me for 'hurting' The Leech. 

Now, tell me, who was hurting who actually? I didn't even want to be involved in The Leech's childish game but in the end...

"Adina, are you okay?"

"Oh my God, she sounds so...so bad!"

"Adina, we're...we're kind of worried about you. Do you...can we come in?" 

"This is your entire fault, Isabelle! I told you that you shouldn't be so cheap as to be easily bribed by The Slut! Look what you did to her!"

"Girls, she can hear us!"

"SHHH!"

I met six pairs of eyes when I opened the door slowly. Rachelle, Diane, Cora, Penny and Hannah looked stunned to see me while Isabelle was looking so guilty. I should feel angry with her or smug because she was guilty but I found myself pitying her because she looked so pathetic.

"I'm fine. Sorry for the noise," I told them flippantly.

"Are you sure?" Cora, blessed her gentle soul, was persistent. And genuinely worried.

"Yes, I am. I'm turning in," I told them, bolting the door without waiting. I remembered Rachelle mentioning a letter but it wasn't later, after I had accidentally slept, that I opened the blue envelope. Blue, because it was Mom's favorite color.

Dear Yumi, 

We haven't heard from you since last year that is starting to be worried. You know you promised that you'd write twice a year. Are you well? We're all fine here.

Anyway, Yuri and Yuji have started to listen to your advice about the TV. It's funny when you listen to someone only when that person is no longer around, right? I have been practicing my flute and I performed in front during dinner yesterday. Yay!

Tsuyoshi has been asking about you. I told you that he has a HUGE crush on you but you never listen! I don't know what to say to him except the truth-that you haven't been writing to us. And guess what? He was pissed! He even threatens to go to town to see you. In the end, I told him that you're fine and I promised to ask you to write to him. Don't be mad at me!

Oh, before I forget, Haha asked me to remind you not to forget to eat. She also reminds you to ignore the others; just concentrate on getting into college. I bet you'll be all right, Yumi, because I believe in you. We all believe in you! 

Stay strong always!

Please write back. We miss you a lot! And remember about the letter to Tsuyoshi! :) 

Your beloved sister,

Yuki.

I had not realized that I was crying until I saw the droplets of tears wetting the envelope. Quickly, I dabbed them dry and kept the letter in my private Pooh box. Typical Yuki and her stubbornness. I missed them so much that I wished I could call them right now. Then I did just that, but my hope was shortlisted when the line could not get through. Dumping myself on the floor, I wished that I could fly to Japan right away. I would do anything to be back with my family.

And Tsuyoshi-what would he think that the girl he liked was not a virgin anymore? Not that virginity is very valued in Japan but...I had always been the decent girl and never make mistakes.

Still, to err is human.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TIME FLIES without us realising it. Graduation Day ended bleakly-without Jasper or Stephan by my side-but pleasantly-because Mr Yule personally presented the cert to me.




Jasper



"Congratulations, Adina," Dexter said to me as we left the school together.

"Congrats to you, too," I beamed. "Finally we're moving on to college. Can you believe how surreal this is?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "It seems like just yesterday we met, eh?"

I laughed. I felt so carefree. "Thank you, Dexter, for being so generous and kind to me. I don't know how I would be without you!"

Dexter nodded his head vigorously as he stretched his arms and sighed. "Same to you."

"ME?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't do anything but pester you!"

He laughed, and said, "Well...yeah-"

"What?" 

"-but you're the only one who seems to notice that I exist."

"If it weren't for my being stupid in Calculus I wouldn't have noticed you!"

"What, you mean you're here with me because of Calculus?"

"Seriously, no."

He sighed with relief.

"I mean, you're different. You're...not demanding and very calm and peaceful that I grow to like being with you."

"I never thought of that," he told me with wonder.

"It's true," I shrugged my shoulders. "All my life I have been good until I moved here. To the States. Then, suddenly, the people in my life became so tiresome that I lost myself in the middle of everything. Now that they're gone for good, I can focus on my real purpose of being here."

"Where did you come from?" 

"Japan."

"Wow, that's so cool! How come you never told me?"

I paused as I pondered what to reply.

"Maybe because we never try to extend our acquaintanceship as tutor and student to friends. Or maybe because I was too absorbed in my own world that I forget what life is about."

"And that is?"

"Life is about purpose. Life is about goals, 

dreams, and wishes. If there is no purpose in your life, you are better dead because without purpose life has no meaning at all. I learnt that when I lost two precious persons because someone thought to make an enemy in me. I don't know why that person hates me so much but if she thinks she's won, then she's wrong. Because when she made me suffer, she made me stronger."

"Wow, that's really philosophic," Dexter said after a short silence.

We reached at the junction. Before we parted, I took out a box wrapped with black and red stripes.

"It's something I have always loved. It's not much but I hope you'll like it."

"Thanks," he said, and kept it in his bag carefully. "Maybe we'll meet again one day."

"Yeah," I said. "Maybe when you're a scientist or something."

We shared a last laugh before we went our way.

As my feet carried me home, my mind whirled back to where I was in the beginning until now. 

Talking to Dexter awoke me. We have to live for ourselves before others. No matter how much you love someone, yourself is the priority because, if you fall sick or something because you neglect yourself for someone, how are you suppose to look after that someone? Also, you are the only one who knows what you want and need. Nobody can read other's mind, don't you agree?

Without realising it, I had arrived. I dragged my feet into the empty house and into my room. The others were out partying so I had the house all to myself.

I opened my closet and slowly pulled out my clothes. I folded them neatly, stacked them on the floor against the wall, before placing them in my suitcase. Although I could go to college now, I missed home more than ever. I had decided to return for a month or so, losing myself in the beautiful country where I lived, finding myself back and forgetting all about my past, and then coming up with options to continue college here or there.

Halfway through the packing, the doorbell chimed. Startled from my reverie, I paused. When it sounded again, I rushed down. 

However, I hesitated when my hand curled around the knob. Who would have the mind to come here at night? When students celebrate, the family celebrate, too. 

Weird.

"Who's there?" I shouted.

Silence on the other side. Then...

"Adina?"

My world spun and blackened. Quickly, I sat down and pressed my head into my arms. Lord, was that who I think it was? Was that who I had just wanted to bury along everything else? Was that...?

"Adina, I know you're there!"

The voice came again, louder this time. I tried to stand up, to find refuge in the safety of my room, but the thought of that room brought the black past with it. My lungs choked, and I coughed as I fought for breath. My nails dug into my neck but my windpipe refused to release the 

air I needed. 

"Adina, please...open up!"

"C-c-can't..." I managed to gush out.

All of a sudden, the door banged open, almost 

knocking me over. I struggled on my feet, my breath wheezing. But when those hands, so familiar yet so different, closed around mine, a loud keening sound escaped from my mouth and I could breathe!

"Get away from me," I ordered breathlessly.

"Adina, are you okay?"

"I said, get away from me!"

Stephan froze. To my horror, a shadow fell over us before the house lit up. There, at the threshold, stood the other man who had torn me asunder. 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

How can I decide what's right?

When you're clouding up my mind...

Can't win your losing fight... 

All the time...

How did we get here?

When I used to know you so well...

How did we get here?

Well I think I know...

The truth is writing in your eyes...

And it's hanging on your tongue

Just boiling in my blood...

But you think that I can't see...

What kind of man that you are?

If you were a man at all...

Well, I will figure this one out...

On my own...

I'm screaming I love you so..."

*

The world stopped.

I stood in front of the two men who had been stolen by The Leech, the men who had helped to destroy my heart and my life, the men who used to be my friends and lover. My body trembled with fear, despair, agony and pain as they watched me.

Finally, I spoke, "What are you doing here?"

The spell broke. 

Stephan approached; followed by him-somehow I had forgotten his name-thinking to check me. A loud sob echoed through the house before I pushed away and ran into the kitchen. Sharp, I need something sharp and jagged, something to use to defend myself. Don't know what they'll do to me when they got me.

My hands worked mechanically, finding a knife. 

When they entered, I faced them, a butcher knife in one hand. I knew that when I looked aback after this, I would question my sanity. Yet, not at the moment.

"Adina, you don't want to hurt anyone," Stephan spoke slowly, as if he was speaking to an insane person. Or maybe I was. Insane, and very so.

"Stay back," I warned. My hand closed the distance between myself and I angled it so that the sharp point pressed into my neck.

"Adina, please..."

"Shut up!"

Did he just spoke to me? After ignoring me in front of Ms Aurora, he dared spoke to me.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Why are you both here? HOW IN THE WORLD DID YOU GET IN? You have the guts to face me!"

"W-we came to apologise," Stephan spoke softly.

"For what?" I demanded. My eyes never left any movements they made be it big or small. "For destroying my life?"

They watched as I laughed aloud. How silly that sounded! Apologise? Who did they think I am? Some stupid stinking Goth hippo? Gosh, that was damned hilarious!

"Just inform The Leech that I say 'thank you'," I slurred. Shaking my head, I said, "I can't believe how lucky I am. After both of you destroy my life, I realise that I am stronger than ever. It doesn't matter that I have lost my best friend to her, and it doesn't even matter when her cousin stole my boyfriend away. Nope."

Taking a deep breath, I groped for the drawer and put the knife back inside without leaving my eyes off them.

"There, I have already put the threat away," I said unnecessarily. "Now, where was I? Oh, right, the stealing thing."

"Adina-"

"Don't interrupt!" I snapped at him. "Anyway, I also realised that I should be home. This big American country is not for me. So, end of the problem!"

Stephan stepped forward. 

"Back off, buster," I stopped him. "You guys better leave before I call the cops."

"Now, we don't--"

"LEAVE!"

"Listen to us, please," he begged.

"No. I'm leaving tomorrow so I need my sleep. Now, go."

"Adina..."

Turning my back on them was the hardest thing in my life. They had come to me, both of them, probably to explain things, but I had pushed the chance away because I was hurting too much.

The sound of the door slammed into my mental mind. I fell to the floor and bunched myself. I wept and wept, hating myself for being so weak, for loving them more than they loved me, for wishing that things had not been that way. 

It seemed hours, yet, when I checked the time, it had only been five minutes after they left. I forced myself to continue packing up, pushing them out of my mind. 

Unfortunately, until the last second before I slept, they were in my mind.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

A MONTH ago, I was in the States.

A month later, I was back in my hometown.

I was more than glad that my family didn't question my strange behaviour. They gave me all the time I needed until I was fine. I knew they were hoping that I would confide in them about everything, but I had kept all the past a past.

Dinner was a quiet affair. 

"I have something to say," I began.

Instantly, everyone paused eating and waited patiently.

"Minna, aregato gozaimas... I know that I came back a different person, but I am well now."

"Will you tell us why?" 

I gazed at the woman who had been the family's strength ever since the man who donated his seeds walked out of our life without a reason, leaving a young and inexperienced widow to feed four hungry mouths who were victims of consequences. She had been gentle and wise, never scolded us but advised, and mostly loving us generously.

"It's all in the past, Haha. I wish to forget everything about it. Now, I am going to focus on my studies here. I realised that Amerika cannot beat Japan's education."

They seemed to take in what I had said-Yuki and mum, of course, since Yumi and Yuji were joking with themselves-before Yuki looked at me intently.

"What about Tsuyoki?"

I smiled mysteriously, leaving them to contemplate what would happen.

EPILOGUE

"YUMI, HAYAKU!"

I laughed before I flung myself into the strong arms. He lifted me up and spun us around and around until we went dizzy with happiness. When he put me back on the ground, our eyes locked.

A potent and strange sensation surged into me. I smiled widely as the heady emotion welled up inside me and burst through my eyes.

"Aishteru, Yumi," Tsuyoki whispered into my ear as he held me tight.

Indeed, returning back to Japan was the wisest decision I made.

"Gomene, Tsuyoki."

"Why?"

"Because I made you wait for me like...like..."

He silent me with a short but scorching kiss. When we separated, I grinned like an idiot before I released him and faced the sea. The pink tinged on the sky accentuated the fluffiness of the white clouds.

"TSUYOKI, TOTEMO AISHTE! I LOVE YOU, TSUYOKI! THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME!"

Rough hands wiped the tears off my face. 

"Tsuyoki-"

"Hush, my love," he cut me gently. "I am more 

than glad that you want my love. Seeing, feeling and having you here is heaven itself!"

"You're so generous, Tsuyoki," I whispered humbly.

He cupped my face and smiled with love shining through his eyes. 

"You gave me strength when I needed it. You gave me hope when I saw nothing but bleakness. You gave me your complete love despite knowing how broken I was."

"I've been in love with you since we were seven, Yumi. Nothing is more valuable and important to me than your acceptance," he told me.

"Oh, I do accept you," I exclaimed, and then, slowly, I placed his hand on my tummy.

When his eyes widened and his laughter of joy resonated through the beach, my heart squeezed. 

We turned our back and headed home. To me, it was more of turning to the past:

Stephan, the one who was kind to befriend me, and ended up being my best friend.

Jasper, the one who created the magic moment, became my stalker, then my first boyfriend. 

Dexter, the one who had helped me improve my studies but never become more than a tutor.

Mr Yule, the one who believed in me when everyone failed me.

The Leech, who had destroyed my life for a petty emotion called jealousy, but had actually been defeated when she made me stronger than ever.

Isabelle, the one who could be bribed as easily, who was to be pitied because she had a very weak will.

Kendrick, the one who was initially my website security guard, who was now the owner of it.

Now, I am aiming for a better future, most of all with Tsuyoki, my faithful admirer, who loves me for who and what I am unconditionally and generously, who had waited unwearyingly as I picked up the pieces of my life, who had opened my sore heart to love again. 

He's my husband now, and the peace that followed is the most precious gift anyone had ever given to me after Tsuyoki's love.

*

Author's Note: Thank you for taking your time to read this story. I hope you'll give your honest comment so that I can improve my writing.



Jasper Does It For Me



Jasper was a thrilling new episode in my life. I had never been with a Portuguese before but Boy! Do they have spunk.

I met him at a barbecue when vacating in Spain, Madrid to be exact. He approached me with some zest making me feel really special offering me a spare rip freshly barbequed. Having just arrived I was peckish and was glad of his offer, there were hoards of people around the barbecue area so it would have taken ages to get served,

"Where are you from, mate?" he asked introducing himself as Jasper and in turn I said my name was Pete.

"I'm from Devon in England" I replied watching his eyes scan me with some relish. Straight away I knew he of my leaning and I immediately took to him. Just occasionally in life, and you the reader may have experienced the same, there is this person standing in front of you, who has suddenly come from nowhere and you feel you know that person. Such was the case with Jasper and I was told he felt exactly the same.

It did not take long for us then to get acquainted big time and he was a sheer delight, both physically and conversationally, he had a body like an Adonis of which I wanted to sample and a mind like a sparkling chasm - full of zest and interest, wanting to know all about me, my likes and dislikes and the rest of it, the intimacies too.

So the first time I felt his touch, his fingers stroking the back of my neck - I easily succumbed to him and felt the thrill spasm my being and that certain wonderful feeling I have not had since I shared the allotment shed with poor old Badger who sadly passed away last summer. I knew I felt lost about being with an old man but his urge was young enough to give me a good seeing too so when he went, he did so with a broad smile on his face, I had to pretend I had seen him collapsed in the allotment when I called the paramedics.

Interestingly, Jasper was a good ten years older than me at least, what it with me taking to older guys! I guess it maybe because I like maturity and experience, certainly Badger's sweet fuck incensed me to the degree that when he was fully erect inside me I felt a passion unsurpassed with younger guys who had, me before. Well two that is, I don't want the reader to think I am that promiscuous although I have to admit I have had some rollicking affairs with both sexes. That's the beauty of being bisexual, you get the best of both worlds!

But anyway back to Jasper and there was I in my element when he suggested we go to his holiday cottage and he'd show me his etchings ( laughing of course) I replied that I'd just adore to see his etchings and anything else he'd like to show me.

The smile he gave me was so broad and happy, his eyes wide opened like he really wanted me to agree.

As we took a stroll up a hill to his cottage, we paused awhile to take ion the view, that's when he stroked my rear with a sort of touch that told me just how much he wanted me, and there was I willing, ready and able and longing for that very first experience with a lovely fresh new guy in my life, there's something really special about that, when you have a mutual feeling that is - not like the first guy who had me, I just went for the fuck and not the personality, take it from me the combination makes for a perfect union and after that first guy who hurt me, although I was thankful to him for breaking me in, I was intent to put the sexual attraction aside if I did not fancy a guy for the person his personality too, because otherwise it was all rather clinical, especially experiencing that first male fuck in the back of a truck which was most stark and uncomfortable, and when he had me suck his cock, that was not good at all, I had been fucked and was not in the mood for anything more to do with him, but he insisted and thrust his prick into my mouth so I was forced to suck him off until he shot his lot all over, Ugh!

Jasper ticked all the boxes. Was a gentle guy and I knew his passion would be fruitful and I would enjoy him to the core, I would have no apprehension at all about having oral with him.

When we got to his luxury cottage he served me coffee, suggesting I slip off my gear down to my underwear like he was doing so we both had our beverage feeling cool and belonging. He said I had such a beautiful body and an ass to die for and my feelings for him were mutual, all the time I could not help glancing down at his lunch box, looking so good and snug inside those white and red rimmed boxer shorts.

Of course he noticed my admiring glance and asked if I would like to see. I was all of a shudder - the excitement was overwhelming as he slipped down his boxers and showed me his goods..

I was speechless watching him run his fingers beneath the stiff delightful shaft, lifting it up to reveal a gorgeous display of balls underneath. He had a simply gorgeous full girthed cock with a length I reckoned to be just about seven inches as he pushed it back against his tummy, stretching back its delightful foreskin revealing a delightfully crimson wonderfully bulbous knob which instantly made me tingle below, feeling that I wanted that gorgeous instrument working into me just as soon as ever possible.

"How is that, Pete?" he asked holding it there for me to examine.

I said it was perfect.

"Would you like a sniff and taste?" he said like it was expected and when he said that my heart started to double its beats and I felt the twinge vibrating in my boxers below,

"Go on then, enjoy, Pete" he said stretching it our for me. I leant down but not getting quite the right comfortable position top take him orally I went down to a kneeling position when he opened his gorgeous thighs for me to get comfortable, I wanted to enjoy this so much, it had been a long time since I'd tasted cock and already, as he was jerking the head for me, I took in the scent of cock which was such a turn on and I knew then I would have no hesitation whatsoever in taking it into my mouth to experience that exclusive taste I love so very much.

Closing my eyes I just opened my mouth and immediately felt the warmth of it enter my mouth, It was divine, especially hearing Jaspers appreciation, those certain throat sounds that said everything.

I took time to suck and taste it, the earthy pungency and flexibility of working full swollen cock inside my mouth was wonderfully soothing and lovely. I experimented sucking deeper, I wanted to swallow it, I wanted to feel the length of it up my ass, just how it was, and grasping his firm balls I gently massaged whilst mouth fucking. I don't know just how long I was sucking him, because I was in that certain frenzied world of my own, completely at ease enjoying the rapture of hot throbbing cock.

Jasper said it was divine, asked me to change position else he'd cum too early; "want t save some for your fuck" he said teasing my balls gently with his fingers, bending his head down to me and feeling the delight of his warm mouth enrapture my half mast cock which soon became full with his hearty sucking and balling.

I changed position little, lifting my left leg as I laid on my side on the bed, steeping it outwards as I say his head bobbing up and down as he did his business with my willing cock, it was a sheer delight and I wanted his fuck and soon, I felt his fingers tease down below my balls, the area between my balls and asshole which was so sensitive, it was diving, I managed to reach his cock again as I felt his finger teasing my asshole, it felt good and I wanted the taste of his p-hole again which really got me in the mood for a good deep throbbing fucking.

Licking his p-hole was divine and he moaned expressively starting to stretch and slap my ass cheeks wider and wider, feeling the sting of his slaps which somehow added flame to the fire and I was so alight for him by that time, "Fuck me, Fuck me! I plead and he took me with some ardor I didn't know at first what had hit me, but I certainly knew what was inside me, I moved my hips to help him gain a full deep penetration and when he started to thrust in and out of me I knew this was going to be the perfect fuck I would want again and again, I felt I wanted top be just all ass for him to take me as he will, feeling his beautiful hard inside me, the pounding, the throbbing out of this world as we came so very strong together.

He must have fucked me three times after, each with more vigor than the last, and when it was done, and we were completely exhausted I lamented and felt like it was still there up inside me as I made my way back to my place, in my mouth still there the taste of him and in my nostrils; the smell of him.

It was wonderful and Jasper asked me if we could be regular fuck mates. Who was I to refuse the sheer delight of Jasper's fuck.!



Jasper Needed His Mother



Jasper is twenty-one years old. He works in a business that lets him travel almost anywhere. He is very handsome. He is 6'1", black silk hair, green eyes, tan skin, a wonderful six pack, and a ten inch cock. He lives not far from me, only two blocks. He is a wonderful son. When His father left us, he told me that he'd work hard in school to become a good man and even better then his father.

I'm a single mother. I'm thirty-eight years old. I have a four pack body, my breasts are 40D, and my pussy is always shaved. I have hazel eyes, brown short hair, and tan skin. I spend my time at work in my office. Today was different for some reason. I picked up my cell phone when I heard my text tone go off. It was from my son.

"Mom, Is it ok if I stop by this evening... Jasper"

Well, I always like the company of my son. I text him quickly and told him, "Sure, sweetie" and went back to work. I couldn't understand why my son wanted to stop by the house but it was his home to so I couldn't keep him out. I found my son very attractive. I missed my son, so this evening I was looking forward to seeing him.

When I pulled into the driveway, my son's car was already there. I turned off the engine and grabbed my suitcase. I open the door and closed it behind me. I walked toward the front door and open it. I stepped inside and close the door. "Jasper, you here," I called from the front door.

He walked out of the kitchen and smiled at me. "I'm here, Mom. Dinner's ready in the kitchen," he said. He went to the basement door and walks downstairs. I know that he went to grab a bottle of wine. 

I took off my coat and put it on the rack. I walked into the kitchen and saw two candles lit. I smiled and sniff the air. "Mmm, Dinner smells good, sweetie," I said.

He came up behind me. "I know you'd like it, that's why I asked if I could stop by this evening to make dinner for you," he said at my ear. I jumped and faced him. I smiled and hugged him. I walked to the table and sat down. He sat across from me and poured the wine for us.

I smiled and looked down at my dinner. It was streak, peas, and butter noodles. "Oh, sweetie, this looks good. You have to stop spoiling me and find a woman to pamper like this," I said softly. I heard him chuckle and looked up at him.

He took a sip of his wine. "I like spoiling you, Mom. You're the woman of my dreams," he said softly. I choked on my wine but took a deep breath and looked at him surprised. "Don't act surprise, Mom. You've been the woman of my dreams since I was eighteen. You were the one that always got me hard."

I couldn't believe my ears. He's dreamt about me. Goodness, I've had dreams about him as well but that isn't something I discuss at dinner. "Sweetie, Can we talk about this after dinner," I said. He shrugged and nods. I started to eat my dinner and looked up at him from time to time.

After dinner, Jasper and I sit in the living room. I looked at him. "Jasper, I know that you think I'm the girl of your dream. But come on, I'm you're mother," I said. I couldn't believe I said that, I love him and he turns me on.

He shrugged. "Mom, you're hot and attractive," he said. He put a hand on my leg and rubs my leg. I closed my eyes and lean back against the couch. I moan softly. He looked at me. "Mom, I want you so bad. I've wanted you for four years now. Please, let me have you."

I moaned softly and I couldn't say no. My son made me feel good even better then his father did. So I had to have him too. I open my eyes and looked at him. "Yes, sweetie, you can have me, but before you think about sex. Let mommy suck your cock," I said to him. I saw him nod and get on my knees in front of him. I pulled down his shorts and boxers down. His cock spring free and up. I smiled and grip my hand around his cock. I stroked him.

I heard him groan. I smiled. "Oh Mom, suck my cock, please," he said. I open my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him and massaged his balls. He moaned and run his fingers through my hair. I groaned softly and closed my eyes. He gripped my hair and pulled me down to the base of his cock. I moaned and pulled back and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock. I stroked his cock and suckle the tip of his cock. I massaged his balls and licked my lips.

I lick down his cock and took his balls into my mouth. I sucked on his balls and he moaned and grips my hair tight. I gasp and licked up his cock. I suckle the tip of his cock again and moaned softly. He jerked his hips up and I took his cock all the way back into my mouth. I moaned softly and he groaned and thrust his hip up again.

His balls began to tense and I know that he was going to cum soon. I kept deep throat in his cock while he jerked his hips up. Then he shot load after load of cum down my throat. I suckled the tip of his cock, drowning his cock of his cum and licked it clean. I pulled back and licked my lips. "Yummy, babe," I said.

He groaned and run his fingers through my hair. He smiled at me and said, "That was so amazing, Mom." I let go of his cock and he pulled my lips to his. He kissed me passionately and I wrap my arms around his neck. He cupped my breast and stroked my nipples with his thumbs. I arched my back and gasp softly.

He pulled my shirt over my head and unclipped my bra. He slided my bra off and lean down to take one of my breast in his mouth, when I felt his mouth suck on my breast, I let a cry of pleasure escape my lips. Oh god, He made me feel so good. I run my fingers through his hair and moaned out his name.

He pinched my other nipple and rubbed my breast. I felt my pussy get hot and wet between my legs. God, Jasper made me feel so god damn good. I grip his hair and pulled his head up. I kissed him and slid my tongue between his lips. I stroked his tongue with mine and moaned in his mouth.

I broke the kiss and looked at him. He just grinned and picked me up. He carried me upstairs to my bedroom and laid me down. I looked at him as he slid my skirt and pants down. He spread my legs and kissed my right inner thigh then my left. I arched my back off the bed and moaned. He pressed his mouth on my pussy and flicked his tongue in and out. I gasp and grinded my pussy deeper in his mouth. He let out a groan and pushed his tongue deeper into my pussy.

I rocked my hips but he put his hands on my hips and held me in place. I groaned as he sucked my pussy and flicked his tongue in and out. He sent heats of pleasure through my body and I shook under his touch. I cried out, "Oh my god, Jasper, mmm, that's it, suck mommy's pussy. Make mommy cum." That what he was doing, I felt my orgasm build up inside me. I had to hold out a little long but the way he sucked my pussy hard. I don't think I could but I had to try. I closed my eyes and arched my back. I moaned and run my fingers through his hair.

He groaned softly and flicked his tongue hard in my pussy. I arched my back and screamed out with pleasure. I felt my body shake as I came in his mouth. He lapped up my juice and pulled back. He smiled down at me and said, "Mmm, Mom that was amazing." I nodded but nothing was amazing until he fucked me.

I looked at him and sit up. "Honey, I want you to fuck me, now. I want you to fuck mommy as hard and fast as you like," I said.

He grinned at me. I know that he had something in mind. He licked his lips and said, "Mom, I want you to get on all fours and let me fuck you from behind." I had no objections to that and did as he said. I got on all four for him. He admired my ass for a moment and came over me. I felt the tip of his cock touch my pussy. I gasp and groaned softly. He slipped his cock inside my pussy and began to fuck me.

I moaned and tilted my head. He leaned forward and nibbled my neck. He pounded my pussy hard and fast. My juices were dripping down his cock as I cried out his name. It felt like heaven, having his cock inside my pussy. I dreamt of this moment for a while now. He kissed down my back and pounded my pussy harder and faster. I screamed out with pleasure and he let out a groan.

He fucked my pussy like never before. He kept pounding my pussy so fucking hard that I screamed his name so loud. I felt my orgasm began to build up again but I need that I hold it a little long for him. He was doing a great job of fucking me and I didn't want it to stop. He pounded my pussy faster and moaned. I moaned with him and licked my lips. I know that I couldn't wait anymore but it felt too good to give in yet.

He nibbled my neck and kissed down my back. I know that was it for me. I took a deep breath and screamed as I orgasm all over his cock. He moaned out, "Mom" and cum inside my pussy. I felt his seeds fill my pussy and my womb. It was so fucking amazing. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him.

He looked at me and grinned. "Your orgasm felt good on my cock, Mom. I love them," he said. He kissed my lower back. He pulled his cock out of my pussy. I groaned, I didn't want him to pull out yet. He smiled. "Mom, I think it's time for you and me to go to bed." I nodded. 

We took a shower and crawled into my bed. We made love a few more times that night and fall asleep in each other arms. 



Jasper’s View



 

The instructions were clear, Jasper was not to write anymore until he thoroughly read the texts of acceptable writings. His fingers we poised above the keys, sweat ran down his brow and he felt a slight trembling in his legs as he pondered the heresy. Did he dare to ignore the texts, did he dare to take the chance of writing write something differently?

Seeking wisdom he considered the prophets but found himself cramped, confined within the walls they dictated, instead he sat back in his chair, leaned his head to the side and watched as outside of his window the leaves fell from the trees. One by one the red, yellow, brown and green leaves trickled from the sky and all Jasper could do was watch.

That was all Jasper could ever do was watch and then write. He supposed it was the falling leaves, they way they spun in the air, the colors flashing in the light. It seemed that with just the slightest breeze he'd watch the leaves and then it would start.

She was not someone Jasper would consider beautiful, attractive perhaps, in an earthy way. Her hair was very dark and curly, often unkempt. Her face, while delicate, showed a lot of facial hair along her cheeks, heavier above her upper lips and very bushy in her single black eyebrow.

He would see her walk across his yard as the leaves fell around her. Often by the time she reached his door, several of the leaves were tangled in her frizzy curls. Unable to resist her by then, Jasper would open the door to her and let her in.

It was odd for him because he knew what was happening and although the woman seemed the exact opposite of the petite women that he was normally attracted to as she undressed he felt his cock grow. As the woman removed her blouse and bra the thing that drew his attention was the damp, matted hair in her armpits. Normally he'd love to run his tongue through the soft, carefully shaved armpits of his lovers, and yet this dark hair seemed to draw him.

Looking down past her sagging breasts and around the heavy curve of her large stomach, he noticed the trail of hair running down from her belly button and widening as it disappeared into her panties. With her pants off, he could see the dense tufts of hair curling out past the elastic waistband and leg openings. 

Remembering the neatly trimmed blond pubis of his current lover, he watched the woman remove her panties and saw the thick patch of dark hair that ran down over her pussy and onto her hairy thighs. As he reached out and ran his hand up her leg, he felt how soft the unshaven hair felt to him. His face brushed against her thighs and as he burrowed in between her legs he felt her hair tickle his nose some.

Slipping his tongue into her pussy, he took a deep breath and immediately tasted and smelled her at the same time. She tasted and smelled of a much needed rain, falling on a drought ravaged soil. Not a repulsive fragrance, but distinctly strong, considering the flowery scent and slightly tangy taste of his girlfriend.

Moving his mouth and tongue up to her clit, Jasper sucked the large knob in between his lips and gently slid his tongue over it as she began to moan and writhe in pleasure. As she came, she clamped her thighs around him and he fought to breath in the dense jungle of her tufts of hair.

When Jasper was able to wrestle out from between her thighs, he'd remove his pants and then move back between her legs. Watching her part the dense thatch of hair, he'd lean forward and see her guide his cock into her pussy. The intimate sensation of warm wetness that surrounded his cock as her hair seemed to caress his balls and pubis had him thrusting himself into her with complete abandon.

As the pleasure jolted through his body and the pressure on his balls intensified he moaned loudly and then pulled his cock form her soft warmth. Her hands quickly grabbed him and stroked his glistening cock as he spurted his white cum into her dark black hair. He continued kneeling above her watching the glistening white globs slowly oozed deep into the black hair.

The woman would then pull on her panties, smearing his cum further into the hair, and then finish getting dressed. She would then kiss him on the forehead and while Jasper rushed into the bathroom retching, she would leave, walking out through his back yard.

Only then could Jasper return to his keyboard and contemplate the heresy. Picturing his girlfriend, his lover, he began to describe her smoothly shaved legs and armpits, her light blonde hair, her neatly trimmed pubis. The words flowed easily from him now as he wrote of his forbidden love, completely hypnotized by the thought of her hairless, naked body.

  



Jasper's Taming



"Jasper! Get over here!!"

"Yes, Master Nightshade." The tanned skin of the slave trembled as he ran towards the house. The green loincloth that signified his position in the Nightshade estate billowed in the wind as he ran. Finally used to the scant material, Jasper briefly recalled the first time his master summoned him and it came undone.

Had that not happened, I might not have to wear the damned thing every day! He thought. The only item he was permitted to wear was his green loincloths and the hematite hourglass shaped bracelet that signified him as a slave of Nightshade. Nightshade insisted that he consider it more of a privilege instead of a punishment.

"Think of it as being permitted to show off your body," he said as he caressed Jasper's shaved pec, slightly pinching the nipple. He then bent down and kissed the nipple, feeling the texture with his tongue. "You should think of it as a gift from me. A gift, and a curse, for those who look know that they cannot touch without my permission. Now go! Tan that beautiful body in my garden."

"Yes, Master?" the muscular man inquired. At six foot three, the man stood more than half of a foot taller than his master, yet with unerring loyalty; he obeyed the every command of Nightshade, including things he would normally be against. His muscles, glistening with sweat, pulsated with the beat of his heart. He stood, head staring at the floor in front of him, aware of the two pairs of eyes taking in every inch of his body, every fiber of muscle. Time was suspended as a drop of sweat ran down his neck, past his pectoral, over his abs, and into the green material shadowing his waist.

"Nadu." At the sound of Nightshade's calm voice; the giant instantly knelt down, his hands upturned on his legs. Nightshade silently moved towards the green, stroking his hair. He rubbed the back of his hand against the smoothly shorn skin of Jasper's cheek, as he eased up the chin. "My most beautiful possession. If only I had the body you possess, I would be a god."

"You have the best body I have seen on a man, Master. You are quick, agile, and virile. I love to serve you, Master."

"I know you do, that is why I keep you here. That and your body." He bent down, rubbing his cheek against Jasper's. He turned his head, brushing his lips against Jasper's bright red lips, pausing for a moment, then pressing them together in a warm, endearing kiss. Pulling back, his black, velvet cape flowed around him as he stood up. His pale chest freckled with black hair stood out against the cape and a pair of black vinyl pants that melted into his skin. "I would like you to meet the newest edition to my estate. My dear Lapis come forth."

Nightshade turned toward the red velvet material that enclosed his bathing quarters, as Jasper followed his eyes. A delicate, pale hand emerged, slowly pulling the curtain aside, revealing a pale, naked female. Her blonde hair, just shorter than Nightshade's, flowed over her shoulders covering her soft, red nipples. Her skin, as pale as milk, was slightly pink in some areas from fresh strikes of a whip. A small bruise tainted her cheek, just below her right eye. Her legs and arms, though not bulging like Jasper's were well-toned and defined, like Nightshade's.

As Jasper watched her walk forward, the green cloth was lifted up by the erection pulsating between his legs. Lapis' face flushed at the sight of him, while his face remained stoic, like the hard muscle he was made from.

Nightshade smiled as he watched Lapis' body redden as she moved toward the giant. "Kneel beside him, my pet." He smiled as she did so, cautious to avoid contact. "My dears, both; one of outstanding strength; the other of outstanding speed. This, as you may have heard, Jasper, is the delicate vixen that bested my men, tamed my stag, and challenged me in combat. She is replacing Plum as the head of my grays."

"She is remarkably beautiful, Master. Though I do not see how she could defeat Ash."

"Oh, I understand your doubt, as I had also doubted her abilities when I saw her. That is why you are here. This is more for my entertainment than a true challenge."

"What would you have me do, Master?"

"Oui, Master? What would you like?" replied Lapis, her voice whispered with her French accent. She glared at Jasper, the heat of jealousy and arousal burning inside her. Jasper glanced back, noticing a distinctive glistening around her pubis. His own body throbbed with eagerness.

"I want you to wrestle. The first one to achieve penetration wins."

"Master," Jasper intoned, "she is at a major disadvantage. I am twice her size; she cannot overtake me. She also has an extra, err, entry point." He hesitantly looked at her, but shied away as she growled at him.

"Down, my dear. Forgive his prudence, you are the first woman he has enjoyed to look at, isn't she, Jasper." Nightshade glanced at Jasper's pulsing groin as he said these last words. "Of course, both of you are permitted to bow out of the challenge, though I know you will make the correct choice." Nightshade added a last comment as Jasper glanced at Lapis, "Though, she is not as fragile as she looks."

"I will no' resign to this pompous ass, Master. And I will be mos' disappointed if 'e does."

"I will humbly oblige my master's request, on one condition; I am blindfolded. I feel that it would be unfair to this child that I am unhindered."

"Request denied. Do not underestimate the skills this woman has, my boy. Go, make you ready, for you will begin in the arena in fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Master Nightshade," both slaves sang in unison. Both stood, glared at each other, and walked out; Jasper through the main door; Lapis through the curtain.

The house lights filtered out as the stage lights flew on overhead. In the center of the arena stood Ash, a burley looking gray who was acting as MC. "Masters and Mistresses, slaves and servants...let the games begin!!!" His voice echoed throughout the hall. "Today we have the great honor of seeing one of the most talked about matches in the history of House Everdark. Master Nightshade, Lord of the Stag, has offered two of his finest champions to challenge one another in unarmed wrestling. But first...as a teaser to this duel we will see the master fencing skills of Amarillo, of Mistress Kitana, and Silver, of Master Machete. Slaves, please enter the ring."

At his command, two slaves, completely naked, save for a pair of gray shorts, entered the ring from opposing doors, bearing a pair of blunted rapiers. Ash stepped between the two of them, signaled for their salutes. Amarillo, bearing a tattoo of his mistresses' banner, raised his rapier in one hand, and in a swift gesture, twirled the sword in a spiraling arc down. Silver, who had a red banner strapped to his arm, raised the sword with both hands, halving his face. Slowly, he turned to his left side, and increasing speed, turned his body to the right, arching the sword in his right arm, and pulling out a small dagger in his left. The crowd let out a gentle applause as the two saluted each other.

Ash stepped back, allowing the fighters to obtain their stances, he then signaled them to begin. For a few moments, it seemed that Silver would quickly overcome his opponent with the added dagger. Amarillo though quickly disarmed the small weapon and caught it midair. In a flurry of slashes and crosses, the two began bathing the ground with sweat and blood. Eventually, Silver disarmed Amarillo's rapier, but was quickly disarmed himself with an exaggerated strike. Amarillo moved in for the kill, but pulled away as Silver yelled, "I yield in the name of my Master, Machete!" Again the crowd applauded, mostly from Kitana's group of slaves.

Two pairs of grays escorted out the two fighters as Ash again stepped to the center of the arena. "What an excellent show, boys! Now, the battle that you have all been waiting for. From my right you will see the undefeated champion, weighing in at 245 lbs, Nightshade's own green giant, Jasper!" The crowd applauded as Jasper entered the ring wearing the bracelet and his loincloth, which was removed by two grays as a pair of reds lathered oil onto his body. "And from my left, weighing a mere 115 lbs, the French fox, the gray beauty, Lapis!" The crowd cheered loudly as the minute blonde entered the arena, bare except for the hematite bracelet around her wrist. Another pair of reds rubbed oil on her body as they strapped on a rubber dildo molded after Jasper's long, thick cock.

"These two will be going for full penetration. Once penetration is gained we will leave the outcome for Master Nightshade to decide. Slaves, are you ready?" Ash looked to Jasper who stood grinning like a happy dog wagging its tail. Jasper let out a long, deep bow. As Jasper stood, Ash looked to Lapis who stood still, rage filling her face. The rubber dildo strapped to her seemed to grow harder with the anticipation. She crossed her legs at the ankles, bent her head, and curtsied slightly. "Position yourselves slaves...Lets Get Ready to Rummble!!!"

The two slaves slowly circled each other as they moved closer. Jasper let out a great bellow and charged Lapis, who step aside and tripped the giant. As he tried to stand, she moved to the mounting position, but slid right off his slick body. She landed on her feet and quickly moved to the side as Jasper reached for her again, his big hand grazing her soft breast. Again, they circled one another, looking for a weak spot. Aggravated after a few moments of moving back and forth, Jasper slid in with his arms failing. Lapis ducked under his arms, threw her weight into his stomach. Unfazed by the attack, he grabbed her body and threw her to the ground. She hit hard enough that the audience heard her groan. Before he could press her legs up and apart, she kicked him across the face, rolled over and back on her feet. She quickly moved behind him and grabbed his back. As he stood up, she wrapped her arm around his throat so she could hold on. For a moment Jasper rotated his bogy like a washing machine trying to throw her off. She finally lost her grip and slid to the ground.

Again, she rolled onto her feet and slid to the side as Jasper charged headfirst. Just as she turned, he changed direction and grabbed her arm. His momentum threw them both to the ground, him lying on top of her. He pinned her arms to the ground and slowly inched forward. The audience held the breath as they thought the moment they all expected was about to happen. Jasper began slowly sliding his penis between her soft pink lips. Suddenly he stopped, the audience saw him move closer to her face but couldn't hear him whisper, "Relax and fucking take it like a man, bitch!"

"I'm no' a bitch, and I no' goin' to take it li'e a man, so fuck 'ou!" she yelled in reply. She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled up. Jasper yelled out in agony as the head of his dick was forced out of her glistening pussy. She maneuvered her right leg in front of his left arm. She kicked it off her arm, dropping his weight onto her. With a small jolt, she rolled to her left, knocking his other arm to the ground. Before he could react, she had stood behind him, looked up at her master, and shoved the rubber cock, sand and all into his well-oiled anus. He let out another yelp as the shaft entered him without mercy.

The crowd remained silent as all looked at Nightshade for his verdict. From the other side of the audience, a slave began chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" In a few seconds the rest of the audience joined in the chant. Nightshade held up his hand for silence, and then placing one finger into a hole made by the other hand, he gave the signal to continue until orgasm.

Lapis nodded and began moving in and out with her hips as Jasper moaned with pleasure and yelped with pain and shame. With each thrust, more blood attached to the dirt, and louder groans came from Jasper. Lapis, with a smile that could frighten a wild beast, laughed as she violently ravaged the giant man in front of her. Within moments, Jaspers body began to convulse. He let out a groan that almost deafened the house. Semen shot from his erect penis and hit the red that was standing at the side of the ring, waiting for the signal to part the two. Lapis continued to ram her body against his long after his convulsions stopped. Finally she stopped, looked up at Nightshade, who signaled for the two to be separated, cleaned and sent to his room.

Ash began to yell as the grays and reds cleaned up the two slaves and pulled them out of the arena. "Thank you all for joining us on this day. Again, we would like to celebrate the birth of our great Master, Nightshade. You are all welcome to join in the feast, which will begin in twenty minutes. Unfortunately, the Master is unable to join us, for he has other engagements, which he cannot postpone. Enjoy!"

Ash stepped off the stage, as the house lights came on. He retreated into a doorway in the center of the arena as the audience slowly began to file out of their seats and towards the dinning hall. Nightshade, standing in the doorway greeted the other Masters and Mistresses, apologizing again for not being able to join them. "Politics, you know, they wait for no man."

After the hall was empty, he followed Ash, who had joined him, to his chamber. Entering, he saw Jasper, standing next to the fireplace, and Lapis, who was lying along the sofa. Jasper was still naked, and as hard as a rock, while Lapis had taken off her dildo, he legs spread open. When they saw Nightshade enter, they both moved to nadu, Jasper more slowly. 

"Thank you both for that lovely show. You owe yourselves a round of applause. Due to the other Masters loyalty to your size and record, Jasper, you have won me quite a large sum...I hope you don't regret losing too much."

"Anything for you, Master. I suppose I should not have underestimated her."

"Perhaps. I hope you are both still able to satisfy me. After all, I can't have the two of you having all the fun." They both nodded together. "Ash?"

"Yes, Master."

"Please join our guests in the dinning hall. Assist Cyan with anything he needs."

"Yes, Master." Ash exited, closing both doors silently behind him. As he did so, he watched the three move towards each other's genitals, Nightshade onto Jasper, Jasper between Lapis' legs, and Lapis going down on Nightshade. 



Jasper's Touch



Jasper felt so good as always. His warmth passive and constant inside me as he did what he always did when we fucked, he paused clutching my shoulders so tight in order to get a maximum penetration- leaning behind me as I was bent astride the kitchen table - with cushions heaped neatly beneath my front for my comfort.

Jasper was always the considerate lover. He liked everything to be as perfect as could be including when we fucked. He simply adored experimenting ;trying me in different positions which was always nice; and I felt one lucky guy to have as a loving partner and someone so caring as Jasper.

"It feels so good with you, Pete" Jasper whispered, adjusting his stance slightly which created a wonderful sensual sensation inside me, "How does this feel?"

Still in the trance of his fuck, he withdrew his heavenly cock out of me which created a sort of squelching sound which is the best way to describe it, but almost immediately inserted it again with a prominent thrust. Then he repeated the action several times, withdrawing and then inserting and I felt my rear end dancing about like jelly.

"That feels good Huh Pete? He breathed as he paused again, deep inside me - and I felt the intense throbbing again which really set me up for what was to come.

I whispered that it was wonderful and I knew he was having the time of his life. I knew too he would give me the most wonderful oral seeing too after the fuck, when everything there would be numb and well worked and very wide , the feel of his tongue rimming me was delightfully thrilling, he'd lick and suck me up like there was no tomorrow, and by the time he had spent some time doing that, he'd want what he called a second round, but usually this time with him laying on his back on the rich pile carpet and me crouching over him.

I loved that almost as much as I liked it bare back. It put me in charge and I was able to give his swollen cock my full attention.

I discovered the joys of smothering him was something that we both utterly loved the feel of his mouth around my balls and cock and then my ass, slowly easing down until his face was covered with my down and under, which he called aptly; going to Australia.

He urged me to move this way and then that; so that he could get the very best of me, with him doing all that was fantastic enough; but when he stretched back my foreskin revealing my knob and sucked my p-hole that was so very sensitive, the feeling was out of this world and he would suck and suck until it spurted like a proverbial volcano. And even then he wanted more of me, his passion seemed to be forever - he just grabbed my expended cock - squeezing it as one squeezes a toothpaste tube, and sucked up the residue, bringing it to life again - dragging both my cock and balls over his face which was glistening with my hot fresh spunk. 

His smile said it all and I loved him so much. I loved and cherished him doing all those things to me with so much fervour and zest and always looked forward to our weekends when most of our time was spent with wondrous foreplay and fucking,

I craved for the taste of him in bed, when we'd simply nourish and enjoy each other, the scent and taste of him was always out of this world. Feeling him grow so big in my mouth as I slowly sucked to enjoy the full flavour and nectar. We seemed to take it in turns so each could savour the feel and taste of each other - and then it would happen simultaneously which was equally as thrilling.

He was beautiful - he had a cock which I adored and could not leave alone, from the time we met until the time we parted. It was beautiful and for the week between our meets I could still taste the earthiness of his sweet cock and most of all I could still feel it wedged deep inside my hole like it belonged there.

It felt so beautiful I ached for it when we were parted But Jasper being the sweet guy he was, spared no expense in presenting me with an replica of his tackle Japanese style, those Japs certainly know a lot about how important sexual pleasure and gratification is.

It almost felt ;like the real thing, but in the middle of the week when I was pining for it, it certainly eased my pent- up urge for cock - and with a little imagination, which I am good at, the magical feel and vibration of this cute vibrator gave me many soothing fucks and solved that mid week crisis - sometimes with the added bonus of hearing the sound of Jasper wanking over the mobile phone. Delicious!

But come the weekend I was always ready for the real thing, to feel Jasper's wonderful primed heated cock inside me once more. Those always thrilling manoeuvres as he gave me quality time with so much sensuality, the ribbed condoms were magnificent - I always enjoyed them, and when he plastered me in edible paint which was a real thrill, his warm tongue licking over every intimate part of me until I was absolutely writhing for his hard stiff fuck and no messing, And he would give it to me, and how! He enjoyed spanking too, over his knee, sometimes he liked to spank me soundly over my tight jeans, other times when I wore my boxer shorts , or just bare ass, he spanked me until I plead for him to stop, my ass cheeks like big red plums. It bloody stung, of course it did, but knowing it was something Jasper so enjoyed from time to time I relented, but the feeling of his deep coconut oil massage afterwards soothed the pain away, and better still the way he said he loved to fuck me after a spanking. 

It was all so very wonderful and I always yearned to be quality ass for him. It was just something about his touch that spurred me on to do anything he wanted; and I know I have so much more experiences to enjoy with Jasper.