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The Slope

By: Krenna Smart



THE SLOPE

Disoriented and shivering, Kristen stood frozen at the precipice of a steep ski slope looking down. It was dusk and bitterly cold. Snow and hard pellets of sleet were falling fast and furiously. The trail looked hard and icy.

"Steep, huh?"

The deep, wry voice snapped Kristen out of her trance-like state. She had enough presence of mind not to ask "where am I?" and made no response.

"Do you need help?"

Yes, desperately, Kristen wanted to reply. What's happening to me? Kristen was no skier. She tried it once when she was twelve years old. She'd taken a terrible fall, torn the ligaments in her right knee and vowed to never even think about anything concerning skiing ever again. And she hadn't. Until now. A teardrop leaked under her ski goggle and froze instantly on her cheek. The man standing next to her noticed and flicked it away with a light touch of his leather-clad hand. Kristen started as if jolted by hot current.

It was sexual jolt. Where did that come from she wondered. She wasn't nearly as cold now. In fact she felt heat creeping up her neck to her cheeks.

He felt it too. He smiled inwardly.

"You can't get down, can you?" he asked, brushing her ear with his mouth.

Kristen shook her head. She turned to look at her companion. There was not much to see through the snow and failing light. He was a large man; that she could tell. Six foot two at least but not bulky. Even bundled up in cold weather gear she could tell he was slim and wiry.

"I'll take you down. Trust me. He secured his ski pole with a loop through his belt, then moved to stand behind her. He put gentle hands on her shoulders.

"I'm going to bring you down the hill in front of me. Don't worry; I've done this for my little sister." 

His hot breath on her neck didn't feel brotherly - not that she wanted it to.

When she didn't resist he moved in closer, just for a moment. He wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her to him. She felt his hard muscles and the bulge of his cock against her body. She leaned into him.

"That's right. Trust me," he purred.

She nodded her head and he moved away from her a bit. 

"Hold your ski pole by both ends with your hands. Like that." He placed her hands on the pole so it was horizontal. He positioned his hands outside, next to hers.

"We're going to snowplow down, slow and easy. Spread your legs a bit and bend your knees. Good. Now stand a bit pigeon-toed."

He positioned his legs around hers.

"I want you to stay flexible and move with me. Feel my motion. If I shift my weight, shift with me." 

Kristen was no longer trembling with cold or fear but with excitement and arousal. Her heart was thudding in her chest.

"Are you ready for a ride?" His voice was thick with desire. The wind picked up and ravaged Kristen's chestnut hair. It flew into his face and he smelled honey and lavender.

Kristen found her voice. "Yes, let's go," she yelled into the storm.

He laughed. "She speaks." They flew off the precipice and onto the hill. Kristen let out a yelp as they hit the slope.

It was not slow and easy. The run was icy and slick with new-fallen sleet. He was an expert skier and knew the run well. He didn't want it slow and easy but fast and hard.

Kristen didn't find her feet at first, so he lifted her up into his arms as he zigzagged down the mountain. They were glued together as he quickened the pace. But she quickly got the feel of it from his shifting hips.

It's like ice skating, she thought as started to move with him. Her hips swayed left and right with each turn they made.

"Good girl," he yelled into her ear, grinning. I knew she'd be good.

"Faster!" she cried. She was fully aroused. Oh my God I'm going to cum! Her body tensed. She rode the feeling; her breath was ragged and hot. 

She smells like sex, he thought. His cock was so hard it hurt. He hunkered down and the speed increased.

They moved as one; a sexual ballet on snow. Kristen couldn't stop herself from moaning in ecstasy as she came in a warm, smooth rush.

And then it was over; or was it? Kristen was sopping wet and practically steaming. He was hard and unfulfilled as he snowplowed to an angry halt at the door of the ski lodge. She pulled off her hat and goggles and gave him a glorious smile.

"That was amazing. I've never.... Uh.... Who are...?

She saw the glowering frown on his face. What did I do? She asked herself.

"Glad to be of service, Madam," he said mockingly. "Maybe you can come again some time."

Kristen flushed.

He gripped her upper arm, hard. "I'd like to complete the run. Are you staying here tonight?"

Kristen's sense of disorientation and fear returned in a rush. Suddenly cold, she shivered.

"I.... I don't honestly know."

He pulled off his hat and sunglasses and looked quizzically into her hazel eyes. 

"You can't go anywhere in this storm," he pointed out. "Let's get out of our gear and find you a room." 

They pulled off their skis and trudged into the lodge's changing room.

Kristen was relieved to have him re-take command of the situation. What's going on? She though angrily. I'm not like this. Clingy and dependent. She finally addressed the real question: How did I get here?

"Wait," she said. I don't even know who you are. Where I'm I anyway?"

He gave her another puzzled look. She stared back. Sapphire eyes. Black hair. Where have I seen them before? Where? She struggled with a vagrant memory which slipped away like a dream.

"I'm Max Pietro. " He stuck out his right hand.

She grasped it as if reaching for a life jacket in a heavy swell.

"Kristen Norquist," she said, trying to smile. Suddenly tears were coursing down her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She struggled to regain her composure. She was trembling uncontrollably. "I don't know what's come over me."

"You're frozen for one thing. Practically in shock, I think. We've got to get you out of these things and into something warm. A sauna or hot tub would be best."

Max started to undress Kristen, starting with her ski boots.

"Oh, no. I'm exhausted. I want to curl up into a ball and sleep. Let's see if they have a room avail.... Oh my God. I don't have any money or credit card or even ID. What am I...?" She burst into tears again.

"Forget about it," Max said with a tender smile. I'll take care of everything."

He stripped off her ski jacket. Underneath she wore a low cut, black, silk T-shirt.

"Stand up. Good." He pulled at the Velcro on her ski pants; slid them down her long, well muscled legs. "Now step out. There."

She was wearing mauve, latex tights and thick, woolen, thigh high socks. He raked her body with his eyes and his throbbing erection returned. Her cold depression lifted. He quickly discarded his own outerwear. He was long, lean and muscular as Kristen had sensed on the slope. He was clothed in black -- tight fitting jeans and a cashmere sweater. He pulled a key out of his pocket.

"Stay there. I'll be back."

He went to the locker room to retrieve his shoes and wallet. Kristen watched him move as he exited the room. Yum! His butt was tight and his legs were well muscled. He was back in three minutes.

He smiled. "You look much better. You're getting some color back. Do you still want to go to bed?"

Yes! Her mind screamed. "No. What I am is starving. Could we get dinner? Then maybe a sauna or hot tub? My muscles are going to be tortured tomorrow. I hate to impose...."

"I said not to worry. The lobby's over there." He pointed to his right. You go sit by the fire and I'll round you up a room. Then dinner and whatever."

Kristen grinned. "Yes. Whatever sounds nice." He grinned back. 

The lobby was pretty standard fare for an upscale ski resort. It was done up in roughly honed dark wood. There were tasteful prints on one wall. The second wall had a huge fireplace with a roaring fire. The third sported not so tasteful hunting trophies and the entrance was solid glass; some stained, some beveled lead. The desk was under an incongruous, lightly flowered Manet. 

Kristen sank into a deep, leather love seat in front of the fire while Max walked to the desk. After a few minutes he joined Kristen looking rueful. 

"They're booked solid tonight. It's the storm. But I have a double if you don't mind bunking in with me. I promise to be good."

"I bet you will be good," Kristen said, trying not to leer. 

He laughed. "Now that's settled, how about dinner."

"Later," Kristen said in a low voice. "I want to see the room."

That's my girl," Max thought happily. Payday!"

"But I'm ravenous," he said.

"Me, too."

Max chuckled. "For food, my dear."

Kristen faked a pout. "There's room service, right?"

"Good thinking." He pulled her out of the chair, laughing. They practically ran to the elevator which whisked them up to the eight floor. Within three minutes Max was slipping the key card into his door lock. 

He ushered Kristen in and shut and locked the door. 

"Alone at last. I thought I was going to die of lust on the hill when you came." He pulled his sweater over his head."

Kristen laughed. "You! What about me? That's never happened to me before. I might have lost my concentration and brought us into a terrible fall. We could have been killed."

"You might have caused an avalanche with your moaning."

"I wasn't that loud." Boldly, Kristen reached for Max's belt buckle. "Are you as good in bed as you are on the slopes?"

He yanked her T-shirt over her head. "Better." He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them.

"Hard to believe." Kristen sat and pulled her socks off, slowly.

"Hard, being the operative word. Lift your hips." He pulled off Kristen's tights revealing soft, peach-colored skin and a thick, black bush.

"Oh, my," Max said approvingly. He peeled off his briefs and his cock jumped out like it had a life of its own.

"Back at you." Kristen was stunned by Max's body. He had just enough hair on his chest, which trailed a line down to his thick, pubic thatch. His cock looked delicious. Not too long or thick. Not short. 

"I feel like Goldilocks."

"Huh?"

"You're just right," she said, reaching for it.

"Not so fast, little one. The Big, Bad Wolf wants some dinner," he growled.

She let out a husky laugh. "You're mixing analogies. Goldilocks.... Oh!"

Max had pushed her down onto the bed and pulled open her thighs. He gave each breast a cursory kiss. "Later, my lovelies." Then he tickled her with his tongue as he moved slowly down between her ribs to her abdomen. 

Kristen gasped with delight as he plundered her belly button. He moved with brutal restraint down, down, down. Kristen's eyes were screwed up tight and she clutched at the bed cover. 

"Open your eyes, babe. Look at me," Max demanded. Kristen tried to comply but could see nothing.

Finally, Max's mouth took possession of Kristen's pussy. He slipped two fingers into her. She was soaking wet. Then he started sucking very gently on her clit.

Kristen let out a shout, "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod," as she came around his slippery digits. 

He let up for a second. "Good?" He asked wolfishly.

Kristen couldn't catch her breath to answer. Her eyes were shut.

"Look at me. Is it good?"

Kristen's eyes fluttered open. "Yeah, good."

"Want more?"

Kristen's eyes widened. "I want you in me."

"Not yet." He went back down on her.

This time he rubbed his tongue very lightly along the outside of her clit as he sucked. Kristen thought she was having a heart attack.

"No. Stop. Too much. Too much. I need...."

Max laughed and slid his body onto Kristen. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Sure?"

"Yeah, yeah."

He plunged into Kristen sinking his shaft in to the hilt with one hard jab. She came again. He stopped.

"Go, go, go," she urged. Her hips had a life of their own.

He pulled out. She groaned. He jabbed her again.

"Ah!"

"Now!" he shouted and began moving -- slowly at first, then faster and harder. He tried to last but couldn't. He'd been put off too long.; too many times. She came again and he followed, first with a loud groan and then with low, deep chuckles as he spent and spent. The orgasm seemed to last a lifetime.

They rested. Outside the storm settled into a hard, heavy snowfall. Inside, Kristen and Max struggled to regain a semblance of sanity.

"Was that as good as the ski run?" Max asked when he caught his breath.

Kristen nodded, then snuggled into him. She was asleep within five minutes. Max stayed awake. When he was sure Kristen was really out he called room service. A large steak, baked potato, broiled asparagus, bottles of Bootles Gin, Cabernet Sauvignon, cheap champagne and an ancient brandy were delivered within the hour. Max lingered over drinks and dinner.

Finally satisfied he sipped a brandy and glanced at his watch. 

"Soon, now, I think," he said to the wall. 

He uncorked the champagne, poured a glass and added a few drops of a clear liquid from a tiny bottle he got from his suitcase. Five minutes later Kristen turned in her sleep and coughed. Then her eyes opened. She looked confused until she turned her head and saw Max.

Her mouth dropped open in horror. "You!" 

"Hello Kristen. Have a nice sleep? " He uncorked the champagne. "Here, have some wine. I'm sure you worked up a thirst."

He started toward the bed. She grasped the bedding and drew it up close to her body. "Stay away from me you....."

"Bastard? Pervert? Killer?" Mockingly he completed the sentence for her. "Have some wine. I insist." He picked up the glass of champagne and moved toward the bed.

"No. Get away from me! HELP!!" She started to scream and tried to scramble out of bed.

"None of that." Max grabbed her by the hair and clamped his other hand over her mouth. She struggled to no avail. He forced her mouth open and got most of the wine down her gullet. Her struggles got weaker and weaker. Finally she relaxed into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*

EPILOGUE

Disoriented and shivering, Kristen stood frozen at the precipice of a steep ski slope looking down. It was early afternoon and bitterly cold. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun was high. The trail looked hard and icy.

The Slow Bowler



Christine Morgan jumped in fright and turned when she heard her name. To her surprise a tall blonde young lad wearing a grocer's apron stood staring at her in supermarket aisle. "Were you speaking to me," she asked as the boy licked his lips and stared.

"Yes Mrs. Morgan, I'm Craig Smith you don't know me but I'm in your daughters class at school. I'm sorry if I startled you, I thought you might need some help."

Mrs. Morgan looked at the young man who was staring at her chest rather than her face. As she watched he licked his lips and shifted his gaze to look down at her legs then slowly back up to her face. When he saw she was watching he blushed and stuttered, "I'm sorry." 

She smiled to herself when she saw the lump under the apron. My god she thought, he's excited from looking at me. Later that evening Christine Morgan finished showering and sat in front of the mirror combing her hair. Recalling the episode with Craig she stood up and turned around so she could look at her body from all angles. 

A few wrinkles around the eyes and a small tummy were the obvious signs of her nearing forty. She cupped her breasts in her hands and smiled, still good enough to put a lump in a young man's pants. 

Craig Smith finished work and went home. He had lost his parents when the airliner they had joined for a much anticipated holiday trip to Europe crashed on landing in Beirut. He had moved to this small town to live with an aunt. 

She had thrown his plans in to turmoil when she met him at the station. "I can only take you for a few weeks. I have sold my home and they settle in two months. I am going to leave but that shouldn't stop you from finding a place to live. You have a tidy sum of money from the wills and both your parents grew up here so don't worry I am sure it will work out."

He was a good student. At his new school he turned out for sports and excelled at cricket soon becoming the schools best bowler. His six foot frame seemed to help him add to the spin and turn his fingers imparted on a worn cricket ball helping him to develop a wicked leg break and flipper. 

His success as a student and as a cricketer did not rub off on him socially. He was painfully shy stuttering and stammering with the bad habit of looking down at his big feet when he was introduced.

As he stood in the shower that night his thoughts returned to the episode with Mrs. Morgan in the grocery store that afternoon. PJ the store owner had told him when he gave him the after school job that his business was built on personal service. Welcome the customers talk to them, help them make it a pleasant experience shopping here and they will return," he said as he handed Craig his apron.

Craig had seen Mrs. Morgan before when she picked up her Daughter Beth after school. At the store he had watched her for a minute or two before trying to speak. When she was startled and jumped at his greeting he didn't know what to do. In his embarrassment he looked away from her face to her boobs and then when he saw she was watching dropped his eyes further until he was looking at her legs. "She must think I'm a bloody nineteen year old sex fiend," he groaned.

As he soaped his body he felt his cock harden as images of the firm hard shape of Mrs. Morgan's boobs and her shapely brown legs came flashing back. He gave his cock a rub wondering why this married woman old enough to be his mother had excited him. He was getting desperate he wanted a woman any woman but a woman like Mrs. Morgan wouldn't be interested in a boy him. He groaned as he thought to himself that not only Mrs. Morgan but all of the girls at school weren't interested in him. Nevertheless his dreams that night were all about Mrs. Morgan. 

Christine Morgan was a divorced mum; her husband had left her for a younger woman leaving their eighteen year old daughter to live with her in the home she received as part of the divorce settlement. She had always been a looker and worked hard trying to keep her body trim. Since her divorce she had ignored the overtures of most of her friend's husbands and the few single men of her group. She had been turned off men by her husband's infidelity. Since then she had immersed herself in her work and family ignoring the singles scene.

Her thoughts that night kept returning to Craig remembering how he stuttered and stammered as his eyes roamed over her breasts and legs. Before she went to sleep she decided it was nice to have someone admire her body even if he was only a kid. As she drifted off to sleep she resolved to talk to him next time she visited the store.

When he arrived at school the next morning Craig was met by the cricket coach and told to report to the head masters office. Craig was so nervous when he stepped into the office that even the Deputy headmaster who had a reputation as a tough hard man was moved to help. He sat him down and asked his assistant Mrs. Jones to give Craig a drink of water. "Don't worry lad," he whispered "you aren't in trouble," as a number of teachers joined them in the headmasters office. 

When the room settled down the headmaster spoke. "I've called you all here to hear some great news. It is no secret that I personally have been disappointed at our schools poor showing in the inter school cricket competition in recent years. As a former member of the national one day side I have always wanted my first school as headmaster to make a name in cricket circles. That was not to be until today. Until now we have never had a student selected in any city or state side." 

"Mr. Barry Hillman of the Institute of Sport came down here personally this morning to tell us what an impression young Craig's bowling has made on the states selectors. He not only wanted to tell me personally as a former cricketing colleague but he traveled here to meet Craig who I am proud to announce has been selected in the states colts' squad. They will play the Sheffield shield side in a practice match at the Gabba next week. Let's wish him every success and offer him the schools support."

Craig was overwhelmed that morning by school mates and teachers who all wanted to shake his hand and offer their congratulations. Miss Schmidt the buxom physical education teacher who had previously taken a little interest in Craig went out of her way to seek him out and tell him she would talk to school counselors about his shyness. 

To Craig's embarrassment many of the schools most popular girls showed an added interest in the schools new sports star laughing when he blushed bright red and hung his head. That afternoon at the store it was worse as the story of his recognition spread through their small community.

Christine Morgan had heard of Craig's success from Beth who laughed and told her mother, "He is so shy I think he nearly pees himself every time a girl speaks to him. We had a ball teasing him today." She slumped down in a chair, "They say he will be on TV and the girls think he will look great because he really is very good looking." She giggled, "But the people out there will never know because they will only see the top of his head when he mumbles and looks at his feet." Christine looked at Beth, "don't be so cruel, he really will need help if he is going to be interviewed on TV like those cricket stars. The school should do something."

I don't know what I'm getting excited about Christine thought as she parked her car and strolled into the store, he's only a boy. Then she smiled to herself, I like the idea of a nice young man growing horny when he looks at me. She had nearly finished shopping when she spied Craig down the back near the cold rooms cleaning up some broken items. She moved down the aisle keeping and eye out to see if he would speak to her again. 

Craig had been waiting for Mrs. Morgan; he had been embarrassed yesterday when she caught him staring at her breasts. He had rarely had any sexual thoughts about young girls let alone their mothers but he kept remembering how full and shapely her breasts had looked when she turned side on. He saw her coming his way and knelt down to pick up some broken pieces. When he looked back up he looked straight up her skirt at her legs. Embarrassed he stumbled back, "oh Mrs. Morgan," he gasped, "I'm sorry."

Christine Morgan smiled thinking he had deliberately squatted down so he could look at her legs. She knew her legs and her breast were two of her best features and was not unhappy that Craig seemed to agree. "Stop apologizing," she whispered as she took his hand and helped him stand up. "Beth tells me you are to be congratulated we are proud of you." 

Craig held her hand and couldn't think of anything to say. He licked his lips and dropped his eyes as he struggled to think of some words that would tell this beautiful woman that he was so very pleased she took the time to speak to him. His eyes fell on her chest. My god she has great tits he thought and licked his lips again.

Christine Morgan knew from Beth's description that Craig was very shy. She could see he was struggling to think of something to say but could not help notice that he kept looking at her breasts and licking his lips. I wonder what he is thinking she thought as she made up her mind to give him time to speak.

They stood in the aisle with Craig holding her hand for a few minutes until he spoke. "Mrs. Morgan I'm sorry I keep looking at you but you are very beautiful and I would be very pleased to do anything to you... I'm sorry I meant to you... you know anything to help... Oh shit," he groaned and walked away apologizing as he went, "I'm sorry, I hope you are not embarrassed."

Christine watched him move into the cold room and saw the lump in his pants under his apron. She smiled he was shy but he was every inch a man. 

At the parents and friends meeting that night Miss Schmidt waited until near the end of the meeting to raise the question of Craig's ability to cope with his sudden rise to local star status. "We should help with counseling and support, he will represent our school and he is so painfully shy that he hardly says a word. We should provide some training or at least surround him with support before he finds it too tough and gives up." 

The headmaster Intervened, "Craig wont give up he's shy not weak. He is a fine gutsy young man. Let's just go to the Gabba on Saturday and support him, if he succeeds then we may need to take on board Miss Schmidt's concerns."

Christine Morgan agreed to drive Beth and her three friends to the cricket. "Thanks mum," Beth said "we really could not go without your help. A trip to town will give us a chance to hit the city shops early and call in at the game later."

At the cricket things moved fast. The colt's side was overpowered by the bowling of the states fast bowlers and was all out just after lunch for one hundred and thirty three. Craig batted sixth wicket down and made twenty the third highest score. He was smiling coming back to the pavilion when he spied Mrs. Morgan. 

"Come and sit with us," Beth called, "we're your local cheer squad." He took of his pads and sat next to Mrs. Morgan loving the way her tanned body stood out against her plain white dress. He blinked and looked again when he realised he could see the top of her breasts in the square neckline. When his eyes left her breasts she was watching him and smiled.

He licked his lips and stammered. "Thanks for coming up to support me; our side will be bowling shortly, I hope I don't let you down." He was thrilled when Mrs. Morgan took his hand, "don't apologise," she whispered, "You will be fine, I'm sure you will make us proud." 

The two states openers scored freely and had reached fifty six without loosing a wicket when Craig was handed the ball. "They've got their bloody eye in," the headmaster said as he waited for Craig to bowl. "Its bloody slaughter to bring him on with these two top batsmen in full flight." Before he finished there was a shout from the field and he turned to see the team gathering around Craig after he had clean bowled the states top opener with his first ball. "My god," he said as he sat down, "this lad may be the bowler our country needs."

Craig's left arm leg breaks and googlies seemed to mesmerize the next two batsmen He quickly snapped up their wickets and had the good figures of three for ten off seven overs at tea. When they resumed the state side started to struggle when Craig kept one end tied down with a series of maiden overs allowing the other young medium paced colts to pick up wickets as the remaining batsmen started to take risks when they were not facing Craig. 

The chairman of the state selectors joined the headmaster and the few parents from the school. "That young lad has the best potential of any slow bowler I have seen in recent years. He's got a ton of guts throwing the ball up and tempting those world class batsmen to hit him in his first big match. Most young men would have taken a more conservative line." He slapped the headmaster on the back, "congratulations he is an exciting addition to our bowling line up. I think if he continues to develop you will have a future test star in the making. " 

The team manager sat with them for a while and spoke to Beth and the girls, "He's a good looking kid the media will love his wavy blonde hair and big blue eyes. These days good publicity is vital to the game, if he stops being so shy, holds his head up and speaks confidently they will make him a TV star." 

The girls talked about Craig as Beth drove home. "Maybe his girlfriend will help him," Christine said when they stopped chattering. Beth's best friend Sally laughed, "I don't think he has ever been out with a girl he avoids girls like the plague." She turned to Evelyn, "have you ever seen him with anyone." Evelyn blushed. "No but he can slip into my bed anytime he wants, I think he's hot."

Beth gasped signaling not to talk about taking boys to bed in front of her mother. "I suppose he is good looking but he stammers, so you would never get him to say anything." They all laughed when Evelyn groaned, "I wouldn't give him a chance to talk he'd be too busy." 

When Christine was putting the car away Beth grabbed Evelyn, "be careful," she whispered, "I don't want mum to know what we do when we date." Evelyn laughed, "Stop worrying she knows. Why don't we suggest that your mum help Miss Schmidt drag Craig out of his shell. I'm sure they would welcome our help and it would give me a reason to spend some time training him to like girls, especially this girl." She winked and giggled, "We could make him our special project." 

Christine loved the idea of the girls helping to build Craig's confidence. "I don't know if I can help, I'm old enough to be his mother. He really needs to spend some time with girls your age but I'll do it if you all agree to help." 

Miss Schmidt was twenty five and single. At previous schools she had left after suspicion arose over her interest in very young sportsmen. She had set her sights on Craig from the first day he joined the cricket squad. She had watched him train in the gym and at the nets. She admired the way he took care of his body and made plans to be the one the school appointed to guide him through the gauntlet of media and public attention. 

To her dismay the headmaster stepped in and canned any school involvement. "What a stupid idea," he thundered at Miss Schmidt. "Do you realise that the school would be saying publicly that we had no faith in his ability to weather a little media storm. You've read him wrong, he's not a bloody wimp he is both smart and tough. Stop interfering in the boys life just leave him alone." He shouted as he ushered her out of his office. 

Christine told the girls of the headmaster's decision as soon as they arrived at her home that afternoon. "Well I think he needs my help," Evelyn giggled. She looked at Beth's mum, "he seemed to take a shine to you. I watched how he sat and talked with you when Beth called him over at the cricket. Maybe you could persuade him to join us girls and we'll do the rest." 

"What would I do? What would I say?" Christine asked as they all started to toss Evelyn's idea around. "Why don't you invite him down for a BBQ lunch on Sunday and I'll do the rest," Evelyn said as she stood up and swung her body so her skirt swung out and showed her long slim legs. "He won't have time to stutter when I wrap these legs around him."

Christine found Craig in the produce section the next afternoon. He had been waiting for her and greeted her with a smile, "thanks for coming to the cricket," he stuttered as he started to lower his gaze from her face his eyes sliding down to her chest. Christine smiled she had worn a blouse that buttoned down the front and had left an extra button open to tease him. She was pleased at his reaction when he blushed and licked his lips but did not raise his eyes from the tantalizing glimpse of her erect nipple. 

She waited and then stamped her foot to get his attention. "Beth and her friends are having a BBQ at home on Sunday there won't be many people coming just the girls and I." She looked up into his face, "why don't you come?" 

Craig could feel his cock unfolding and growing hard in his pants. He wanted to get away before she spotted it and stuttered, "Yes, yes I'll come," before turning away and moving his body behind the fruit counter. Christine caught a glimpse of the lump under his apron and smiled, "The girls will be pleased see you Sunday morning." 

When Craig arrived at the BBQ he discovered he was the only male invited. Before he could bolt Beth grabbed him and sat him down. "Don't be such a pussy," she growled "we won't bite." Evelyn and Sally sat either side of him pushing up close so he was sandwiched between them. "Hi," Evelyn whispered sexily. "I'm Evelyn." She pointed as she spoke, "that's Sally, the bossy one is Beth and the redhead helping Christine light the fire is Kathleen."

"In case you don't know we all go to the same school. I have seen you around but you have never tried to chat us up or ask for a date. Don't you like girls?" Craig had been

Enjoying the feel of their bodies against his and took a moment to reply. Beth and Kathleen joined them and they huddled close waiting for him to speak. 

"Yes..." he said as he tried to gather his thoughts. " Yes, of course I like girls. I think I'm no different to any other guy except I find it hard to talk to people." He added after a second... "Especially girls," he paused again and took a deep breath, "beautiful girls."

"Do you think we are beautiful?" Evelyn asked. "Oh yes you're very beautiful," he gasped. He shook his head and looked around, "you're all very lovely." Sally laughed, "Well you're talking to us now and if you agree we want to help you get over your shyness." 

"Especially with girls," Evelyn whispered as she slipped her arm through his and drew him close. Craig felt his cock lurch in his pants as Evelyn's hard young breast rubbed against his side. "How?" he asked. "What are you going to do?" 

"Don't look so scared, it will be painless," laughed Beth. "If you agree we will help you to dress in clothes that will make you look good, we will teach you to dance and," she grinned at Evelyn, "each of us will teach you something we are good at, something we think will make you more confident with people, especially girls. If you agree one of us will always try to accompany you until we are satisfied you don't need us anymore."

Craig was overwhelmed. "Why are you doing this?" He stammered. Evelyn squeezed his hand, "because it will be fun, if its not, you can stop us anytime." She looked at him her breast pushing against his arm, "Ok?" She asked.

"OK," he replied quietly. 

From that day on Mrs. Morgan drove the extra miles to pick up Craig each morning when she drove Beth and her friends to school. The girls had found it surprisingly easy to talk her into doing this daily chore. She agreed when Beth said Craig would become accustomed to being with women if he rode back and forth with a car full of girls each day.




The Slow Bowler



Beth was right at the end of the first week he was quite relaxed laughing and joking with them all, without any evidence of a stutter or a stammer. At school one or two of them joined him in the breaks introducing him to their friends many of whom took new interest in him because of the attention he was getting from Beth Sally Evelyn and Kathleen. 

At cricket practice his team mates asked what he had done to have so many of the schools hottest girls spend so much time with him. "You can't satisfy them all. Set us up with one of them." His best mate Harry cried. "I'd love to date that Evelyn she'd be a hot little number." To add to his growing reputation amongst his mates Evelyn arrived in time to hear them teasing him and called, "eat your heart out guys I want him, he's mine." 

"Why did you say that?" Craig asked when they were alone. "Because it's true," Evelyn growled. "I have borrowed my dad's car for our date tonight and I promise you by the time you are home you will learn that I don't say any thing I don't mean." 

Evelyn and Craig were very quiet in the car on the way to school the next morning. When they left Craig and headed off to their first class Beth grabbed Evelyn. "Shit you two were so bloody quiet I could hardly wait till mum left to find out what went wrong." Sally growled, "come on tell us what happened or I'll strangle you."

Evelyn signaled for them to join her away from a group of nearby students. "Nothings wrong I don't know why Craig's so quiet but I do know he eats pussy like no one I have ever met. I could hardly drag him away from between my legs once I told him what I wanted. I had to get up early to clean the cum stains and the smell of sex from dads car." She looked round when the first period bell rang, "I can't miss this class, meet me down under the big fig tree at lunch break and I'll tell you about a night I'll never forget."

The girls gathered around Evelyn at lunch time as she started to tell of her date with Craig. "Those mornings and afternoons traveling backwards and forwards to school were a waste of time because other than stuttering good evening he didn't say a word while I drove downtown. In fact he backed as far away from me as he could and sat quietly leaving me to do all the talking." 

"At the movies I found us seats near the back and sent him off to buy drinks. When he came back he seemed to have gained a little confidence and spoke without stuttering. When I asked how come he actually smiled when he said it was easier with just the two of us in the dark."

"After a while I pointed out that the couples nearby were all making out and took his arm and moved in close so he had his arm around me. When he didn't start anything I did. I kissed him. That was all he needed. He never stuttered or stammered for the rest of the night. His first kisses were very tame. He apologized and said he wanted to learn so I taught him. We kissed for a while until I realised that he really was prepared to do what ever I asked. So I suggested we leave the movies and go for a drive."

"In the car park we kissed some more. Standing near the car kissing I could feel what seemed like a good sized cock pressing against my stomach. Knowing that the movie crowd wouldn't come looking for their cars for at least another hour or two I pushed him into the back of dads car." 

"In the car I pulled his head down to my boobs and told him to take them out and kiss them. He was awkward opening my bra and when my boobs popped out he just sat staring at them obviously not knowing what I wanted him to do. When I groaned and pushed my chest up at his face he kept apologizing saying he had never done this before." 

"He was so sweet pleading and apologizing to me that I could hardly stop myself from laughing. Naturally I gave in and showed him what he should do to make me happy. By the time we left the car park he was making the most wonderful love to my boobs." 

She looked at the wide eyed girls "I am sure you have all dreamed of a lover who would treat your boobs to hours of gentle love making. Well that was what Craig did. He kept telling me how adorable my boobs were as he gently stroked and caressed them with his hands and his mouth. When I expected him to make a rush for my pussy he kept returning to kiss me thoroughly. Time and time again after kissing me all over my face and neck he kissed and stroked his way down to my boobs. I tell you girls I have never had anyone spend so much time nibbling on my nipples and sucking and slurping my breasts like a baby like Craig did last night. In the end my pussy was so wet that I just had to push his head down and instruct him how to lick me out." 

"He seemed stunned to have my pussy pushed in his face but needed no instruction, his tongue and fingers stirring me to a fantastic orgasm within minutes." Evelyn`s face grew red and she giggled as she went on. "It was so bloody fantastic that it took all my will power to push him away and take him home before the movie crowd hit the car park. Even then he tried to keep his mouth on my pussy while I drove but the steering wheel made it impossible so he played with my pussy like a kid with a new toy and only stopped when I reached our place." 

"I was so bloody hot I didn't care whether my mum and dad were up or not. I parked the car in dad's garage and pushed him in the backseat again. This time I made him undress me. When he finished stripping my clothes away I undressed him and for the first time saw that he has a great body, a little thin but the bit that matters is far from thin and more than adequate." 

She stopped and ran her hand up under her school uniform then licked her fingers. "Unfortunately dad woke when he heard the garage door close and didn't hear me come upstairs. He switched on the garage light and called out to see if I was alright. Thank god he didn't come down stairs. The upshot Craig's still a virgin."

"So now my plan is to teach him to pleasure me not use me like the jocks. I'll take care of his virginity. In the meantime I recommend that each of you take him out and personally check out and enjoy what he was doing to me before I sent him home this morning."

Craig had sat quietly in the car on the way to school he was embarrassed knowing that Evelyn would probably tell the girls what they had done on their date. Remembering how she had urged him to lick and kiss her pussy after she had let him kiss and suck her magnificent tits he didn't know what to say or where to look. He greeted her shyly and sat away from her in the car hoping his cock wouldn't grow hard and give him away.

It was only seconds before he realised that he didn't have to sit close to recall the taste and scent of Evelyn. Seeing her this morning brought back the smell and taste of her pussy just as if he was still on his knees with his head between her legs. 

That afternoon Mrs. Morgan took pity on Craig when she saw the way the girls were whispering with Evelyn and ignoring him. Stopping the car she told Beth to sit in the back with her friends and let Craig sit up front with her. In the front Craig sat against the window on the bench seat and looked at Mrs. Morgan. She was his idea of a sophisticated sexy woman. Her body was just a little bigger than the girls but it was not its size but some unspoken sexuality that turned him on. He decided as he studied her more closely that she was the woman who could really make him believe he was a man.

He couldn't help picturing Evelyn's nude body stretched out on the back seat of her father's car and wondered what Mrs. Morgan would look like with no clothes on. Looking at her from the side as she drove them home he could see the top of her leg and the swell of her breast as it moved under her top. He licked his lips as he recalled the thrill of playing with Evelyn's breasts and sucking her firm hard nipples. The thought of sucking Mrs. Morgan's much larger breasts made his cock tent in his shorts. 

Christine Morgan knew Craig was studying her closely. She could feel his eyes on her legs and realised her skirt had ridden up when she climbed into her seat. She waited until his eyes went back to her breasts before pushing her skirt down. She blushed as she realised that she was enjoying his attention. The way he looked at her body and the growing tent in his pants even after a date with young Evelyn made her feel good. 

Craig's cricketing career took off as the summer season got underway. His popularity amongst his school mates especially the girls grew when the press started to refer to him as a golden boy. His public recognition grew as more and more reporters wrote him up and interviewed him for both local and state TV stations as well as the district paper. 

He lived up to this reputation by taking a five wicket haul in a local one day match against a visiting international team. Then he became the most talked about local cricketer when he followed up that performance by starring in a Prime Ministers eleven against the international visitors. 

Two notable milestones in his young life were achieved on one long summer weekend. He took ten wickets in a match and made his first fifty in a district competition. "Now," Harry said as they showered after the match, "all you need to do is get your first naughty and it will be a weekend you will never forget." 

Craig smiled to himself because Evelyn had promised to join him after the game. She had made her intentions clear when she kissed him thoroughly in front of his team mates before he climbed on the team buss. "Don't worry about bringing him home if he plays well I'll look after him, he'll be busy," she laughed as the team left for the match.

Evelyn had decided that no one else was going to help him loose his virgin status. She publicly declared he was her man and rarely left him alone where another woman or girl could seduce him. Craig couldn't complain on the rare occasions when they were alone no matter how short the time she treated him to cum swallowing, mind blowing oral sex. 

Full of anticipation and lust Craig was disappointed when Evelyn wasn't there to take him home.

"You've been dumped boy," Harry cried when Kathleen sought him out to explain that Evelyn's mom was sick and Evelyn's father wanted her to stay home and look after her mum. "I promised to look after you," she blushed as she led him away from his teasing mates.

Red haired Kathleen was one of the girls he rode to school with each day. She was not noisy or aggressive like Evelyn in fact she was just the opposite. Her appearance mirrored her personality. The way she applied her make up combined with what Craig would call an old fashioned hair do gave her a fragile rather wan appearance.

As she drove she talked about the day's game and surprised him with her detailed knowledge of cricket. She laughed when he expressed his surprise. "My father wanted a boy. He was disappointed when it became clear that mum couldn't have anymore kids so he taught me many of things he wanted to teach his son." 

"I'm captain of the local women's cricket team we play in a club competition. I'm an opening bat, I can handle fast bowling but I have trouble with spin. If you ever have time I'd like to have you bowl me a few overs so I can get some practice with a top bowler." 

Craig found it easy to talk to Kathleen he wasn't tongue tied nor did he stutter and stammer. By the time they reached the outskirts of town he was laughing and talking

In a way he had never accomplished before with someone of the opposite sex. 

They were nearly home when Kathleen stopped near a well known making out spot on the river bank. "Evelyn said I was to bring you straight home. She threatened me with all sorts of penalties if I didn't. What do you think? Should I do as I was told or should I park down by the river?"

Craig looked over at her smiling face, "let's park, I'd like to spend some more time with you," he growled as he felt his cock grow hard in his pants. Kathleen drove down to the river bank and turned to him when she parked. "Well what do we tell Evelyn?" she whispered. "Nothing," he groaned as he slid across the seat and reached for her. Their first kiss was tentative growing into a passionate embrace as they let their inhibitions go.

"Let's get in the back," he groaned when Kathleen didn't object to him slipping his hand up under her top to find she was not wearing a bra. On the backseat their kisses and fumbling intensified. Kathleen had listened to Evelyn's description of the hours Craig had spent kissing her pussy. She had little experience with boys. Her only attempt at going all the way was a bitter disappointment when her partner came quickly and then wanted to go home showing no further interest in her waiting pussy.

She was too shy and embarrassed to ask Craig to go down on her but she was hoping he would. She lay back and helped him remove her top then raised her head so she could watch him gently and lovingly caress her breasts. This is what I have been waiting for she thought when she felt her pussy grow moist and a tingling sensation hit her nipples. 

She groaned and took his head in her hands, "that's wonderful." Then her groans turned to disappointment when he lifted his head away from her breasts and did not head for her pussy. Her disappointment was short lived when he slid his hands under her skirt and whispered, "Help me," as he tried to slide her panties down.

Evelyn had taught him right she thought as his mouth and tongue moved along her thigh and his finger opened her pussy lips. The sensations created by his tongue as it sought to burrow into her pussy and up to her clit triggered a shudder in her stomach that she could not control. "Oh my god," she cried as she felt her body buck up into his face. 

"My god," she groaned again as she realised she was having her first organism with a man. She had cum when she masturbated but it was nothing like this. This was mind blowing, making her body buck violently against his face and her legs tighten around his head until she felt him grunt and pull away. "Oh I'm sorry," she cried as the sensation slowly subsided. "Did I hurt you?" 

No he groaned. "I want to fuck you. Will you let me?"

Her voiced trembled as she quietly whispered. "Yes please." Craig had the first chance to study her pearly white skin and the few freckles that covered her arms and neck as he struggled to remove his pants. He couldn't believe his eyes when she rolled over on the black seat of the car her white breasts highlighting her shiny bright red nipples still covered with moisture from his kisses. He dropped his eyes and barely noticed the rumpled skirt that covered her midsection. It had been pushed up when he was first seeking to kiss her pussy. 

Below the skirt he spied a shock of red hair around her pussy. Its deep colour standing out against the pearly white skin of her thighs. He licked his dry lips and took a deep breath, "you are beautiful," he groaned, "very beautiful." Kathleen could tell by the tremble in his voice that he meant what he was saying and reached for him, "come here you big lug," she groaned.

It was awkward in the confined space of the back seat but it only took seconds for Craig to have his cock rubbing the lips of her pussy. Kathleen moved her legs further apart and encouraged him whispering words of love. Then she groaned and held her breath as he pushed the head slowly inside the warm velvet sheath of her pussy. 

Hearing her groan he stopped for moment thinking he may be hurting her. Looking down he could see a happy smile on her face and reasoned that like him she was groaning in pleasure. He knew he was right when he felt her hands move up to his waist and pull his body down until his cock was fully enclosed in her pussy. He stopped for a moment then started to pump slowly at first then speeding up as their body moved in consort.

They seemed to speed up their bodies slapping hard against each other as they both tried to reach a climax. Then he felt a wonderful sensation in his balls and knew he was about to cum. The feeling was awesome making him grunt in satisfaction as his cock pulsed and his cum flowed. 

Kathleen felt Craig shudder and felt his cum flood her pussy and knew she too was only a heartbeat away from Cumming. Tears welled up in her eyes as her body shuddered and bucked up bumping harder and harder against Craig until a wonderful feeling of release hit her and she fell back letting it flow. They lay together gathering their breath both savoring the moment when the lights from a car leaving the river bank made them remember where they were.

Evelyn confronted Craig after church on Sunday morning. "Walk me home," she demanded as they left the church grounds. When he did not speak she waited until they were walking down the path through the old graveyard them pulled him over behind a line of trees. "Kiss me and tell me the truth, did you fuck Kathleen Saturday evening?" Craig took the easy way out and kissed her. Her hungry lips encouraged him so he kissed her again and again.

Evelyn lost all interest in Kathleen pulling Craig further into the trees to what looked like a well used parking hideaway. She pulled him close her hands running down to his butt while her kisses continued to ignite his body.

When Craig did not take the lead, she did. She ran her hands down to find his zip and tugged it down. He was breathing heavy now as she quickly found his cock and massaged it vigorously. His cock responded surging up as hard as a rock. "It still likes me even if you have found another lover," Evelyn whispered as she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. 

All sorts of thoughts ran through Craig's mind as he stood in the church graveyard while Evelyn sucked his cock. He hated the way his mates bragged about their conquests or their pretend conquests. He hated the way girls who put out were branded as sluts when their partners were no better.

He decided as he came filling Evelyn's mouth that he would never tell anyone about his evening with Kathleen.

Looking down to watch as his cum spewed into her mouth he realised for the first time that Evelyn had dressed in heels and stockings to go to church. He helped her to her feet and knelt down to brush a few leaves and tiny sticks from her stockings where she had knelt on the ground while she sucked his cock. "Brush higher," she whispered as she lifted her dress until he could see her tiny silk panties the straps of her garter belt and the wet outline of her pussy. 

He had spent hours looking at men's magazines where women were displayed in poses designed to excite men. He shook his head in disbelief but had to admit that what he was seeing in the flesh was the most sexually arousing sight he had seen in his short life. Leaning forward his face close enough to feel and smell her arousal he licked his lips and eased her panties aside. Evelyn pushed his face away, "Don't suck me, fuck me," she whispered.

"Some one might come along. The grounds rough," he cried as she slipped out of her dress. "Stop being a wuss," she laughed, "makes love to me." 

Craig was late for cricket practice that afternoon. Even a long soaking in a hot bath had done little to his back still sore from he time spent on the blue metal gravel site Evelyn had picked in her words, " to deflower him." 

Kathleen was waiting at the cricket net's. "She said you promised to bowl to her," Harry said with a leer. "Yep that's right she is in the local ladies side and wants spin bowling practice. You can go if you want. You know I'm always looking for more time at the nets so both Kathleen and I will be happy to stay longer and lock up." Harry hung around for a while watching Craig bowl to Kathleen. "She's not bad for a girl," he conceded before he bade them goodbye and left. 




The Slow Bowler



As soon as he disappeared from sight Craig danced down the wicket and grabbed Kathleen. "I deserve a reward for all that bowling," he growled. "Come into the gear shed and pay up." Inside the shed was dark there was no light other than what came through the window as it was only used during daylight hours. "We have about half and hour before the sunsets," he whispered as he lowered her down on to piles of matting and old gear.

The towns leading car dealer announced in Mondays press that he was going to help sponsor local cricket and wanted Craig to appear in his new car advertisements. The headmaster intervened to ensure that Craig didn't infringe any rules and it was agreed as payment the dealer would supply Craig with a car and cover its running costs. "That's only a start the headmaster told Craig. More money and deals will flow if you continue to improve. You will need a good manager or advisor."

When Mrs. Morgan drove them home from school that afternoon Craig told her of the head masters advice. He waited till they all stopped talking, "As you are the only ones who have helped me so far I was wondering if you could help me find a manager and teach me to drive a car."

Evelyn volunteered to teach him but the others wouldn't hear of it. "You aren't a very good driver and anyway I know what lessons you would be teaching him," Beth said as they overrode Evelyn. "Mum can do it, can't you mum?" 

Craig was pleased when Mrs. Morgan agreed. He liked the idea of spending time alone with her thinking he would get to know her better. She too was happy to teach Craig. She liked him he made her feel special. It was nice to have a young man pay her so much attention. "You will have to stop calling me Mrs. Morgan," she told him when he turned up for his first lesson later that afternoon.

When they met she was wearing a pair of high heels a loose white top and tight fawn shorts that displayed her muscular legs to perfection. 

With his new found confidence Craig looked her over and cried "you look very beautiful this afternoon. I love those shorts." Christine was pleased she had agonized over what to wear before deciding on shorts and heels because they made her legs look great. She smiled at Craig, "Thank you I have a pair of slippers in the car for driving and the shorts are more practical than a dress or skirt."

Craig was happy when she drove out of town to a quiet back road. "We won't run into any traffic out here, the only things that you could run into are a few cows," she told him as she stopped the car in an open paddock so they could swap places. Craig opened her door and took her hand. "You smell nice," he whispered as their bodies touched.

Christine Morgan looked at Craig. My god I think he is going to kiss me she thought as he bent towards her. Craig had not planned on kissing her; he was intent on smelling her perfume. Afterwards he would not be able to explain what he did next. When she looked up at him her eyes blinked and she ran her tongue along the edge of her deep red lips, so he kissed her.

"Oh," Christine groaned as his lips touched hers lightly. Then she felt his tongue tentatively reaching out seeking to fill her mouth. She felt his arms surround her and pull her close. It was quite some time since anyone had kissed her like this and she was enjoying it while telling herself that she mustn't.

Craig was surprised when she didn't push him away. Her body had felt stiff as if scared when he first kissed her but he felt it relax as the kiss continued. Christine was enjoying the kiss it was nice and she was in control nothing more would happen she assured herself. 

She felt his hands start to wander down her back caressing her lightly. His hands reached her shorts then slipped up under her loose top circling lightly on her backs bare skin. She felt his hands bump across her bra strap then move on ever so lightly caressing her sides as they moved towards her breasts. This is nice she thought as she responded to his kisses and felt him sigh.

Craig's heart was beating wildly. His confidence was starting to wane as he tried to make up his mind what to do next. If I make a wrong move and she gets angry I'll never get another chance he thought as his fingers felt for the catch of her bra. Deciding he could not stop now he 

fumbled and opened the catch letting the bra slip forward.

Christine Morgan felt her bra slip and knew she had to stop things now before it was too late. She stopped their kiss and pushed her head back to look up into his big blue eyes. "You are gorgeous," he whispered as their mouths separated and his hand moved under her hanging bra to cup her large breasts. "We shouldn't," she whispered as she felt his fingers roll her nipples. "I want you," he groaned, "please don't stop me now."

His fingers on her nipples and the feel of his hard cock pressed against her lower body weakened her resistance. "We shouldn't," she repeated weakly as his mouth closed on hers. 

She loved his kisses they were both gentle and demanding stirring a heat in her body that was overriding her objections. Still her conscience pricked her, he is too young, it whispered as his hands caressed her breasts and his fingers pulled lightly on her now hard nipples.

His hands and lips swept her conscience and her fears aside as her heart beat faster her breathing changed and she let her juices flow. It had been years since she had felt so good. Even though she was worried about his age and their age difference she had for weeks been leading herself to the conclusion that she should take him for her own and teach him the things her daughter's friends couldn't at their age.

Her nipples quivered and an orgasm shook her body as she gave in. 

"Gently sweetheart," she murmured as she helped him remove her top and lower her shorts. Kicking them away she let him lift her on to her cars bonnet and ease her legs apart. She moaned aloud as his mouth closed on her clit and then sucked as though he wanted to swallow it. 

The feeling of well being she had been experiencing turned to one of lust as she took control pulling him up so she could kiss him and at the same time place his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Wrapping her legs around his back she took hold of him and fed him home." there," she whispered "there."

Craig loved the feel of Mrs. Morgan body. It was so different to Kathleen's and Evelyn's in the way it seemed to welcome and mother him making him feel a real man. Neither moved at first then he started and she quickly joined him. He was surprised how quickly they found a common speed as their bodies moved in unison faster and faster, harder and harder. 

The sound of their bodies slapping together as he pounded her body against the bonnet of her car made him look around wondering if anyone had ventured close enough to hear or see what they were doing. To his surprise a few cows had come down the track and stood chewing their cud watching. 

He was starting to laugh at the idea of the cows watching when her pussy seemed to lock on his cock and her fingernails dug into his back. "Now," she groaned. "Oh yes that's it," her voice trailing off as she came. Craig tried to continue but her shuddering thighs and her moans were too much his cock spurting its load into her hot wet pussy.

It was awkward on the bonnet of her car but they did not move for some minutes as they regained their breath. When his heart beat settled down he pushed his body away from hers and ran his hands up to her breasts to squeeze her nipples. "I love these fantastic tits," he whispered. "I have wanted to touch them since the first day in the supermarket."

Her lowered his head and kissed each nipple. "Let's find a more comfortable place. It must have been hard for you on the bonnet. I want to find a place where we do not have any spectators and I can spend all my time loving your body. "It," he stuttered and stammered, "it's oh hell," he said I can't think of a word or even words that can describe what I feel." 

"Did you say spectators?" she yelled sitting up. "Yes," he laughed "the cows have been watching us for the last hour." Christine Morgan took a deep breath and ran her hands up from his hips to pull his head down and kiss him. That was fantastic," she growled, "let them watch." 

As they drove home much later both were very relaxed recalling memories of their afternoon. Closer to home Craig asked Christine to pull over. When she asked why he hushed her, "be quiet this is serious. I don't want you to tell me we cannot be with each other again. I know you will be worried that people will see what we do together as wrong. After today I could not and will not be interested in girls like Evelyn and the others. I know what I want. I want to be with you." 

She started to speak and again he hushed her. "You know I'm looking for a place to live. You have that large rumpus room and the other area your husband used to use for his den downstairs. Beth told me you haven't used it since he left. Beth suggested that you could renovate it and then you could take me as a boarder." He smiled; "Beth doesn't know how helpful she may have been. If you agreed with her idea, being your boarder would give me an excuse to spend time with you at your place without arousing suspicions." He took a deep breath, "what do you think." 

Christine Morgan leant over to Craig and said, "Kiss your landlady." 



The Slow Burn



This is not a quick fuck, so if you're looking for a quickie, this story ain't for you. If you indeed want a slow burn, with a side of romance, hopefully this helps with your ache. All characters are over 18. Thanks in advance for any feedback!

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He was looking at me with dark eyes that blazed hotter than even he was. He had promised that when we'd touch, it would be like fire. I was of a mind to believe him, just his eyes touching me - on the pulse of my neck, my breasts, the area between my thighs where I was sure he could see the wetness that made my panties damp - electrified me. He was older than me, and it showed in his self assurance and the stored power in his forearms. He had beautiful forearms, teaming with veins and tanned to a dusky shade. His hands were ideally clasped in his lap. I began to realize that I had been staring this whole time at his arms, as he sat there on a leather chair in the corner of his bedroom. I was sitting awkwardly on his bed, at the very edge, periodically wondering why he didn't advance towards me.

My thoughts were broken at the sound of his deep voice asking me if I knew what exactly I was asking him to do - he knew I was a virgin. His steady quiet confidence made my belly want to turn inside out. Perhaps it too just wanted to be exposed to the sound if his voice? I focused when he made a noise from the back of his throat, almost like clearing it but much more graceful. When I grasped what he said, I began to wonder how obtuse he must believe me to be; to assume that even I didn't know what was happening. I grew up curious of sex yet hesitant to talk of it or express it; he knew this of course though, we had talked over the internet for a year now. He had been my first in this; I had told him of all my desires, had told him of my body. I guess he thought that the reality would scare me.

I nodded vaguely, finally looking up at him. He was curiously taking in my facial expressions and every nuance of my movements with a small smile touching his firm lips. His lips were what I had fallen for, those lips that were perpetually kinked to form some smirk or another in all his pictures. He was a psychology major; I assumed he got some kick out of just watching me react to my unknown settings. 

My thoughts were everywhere, touching everything. My eyes had fallen from his to gaze at my dress on the soft carpet. I had tossed it haphazardly on the floor before; it now looked ridiculous, like a gauntlet between us. I had indeed issued a challenge, telling him that he would be my first physically as he had been mentally. I wanted him to be. At least I had, I wasn't so certain I wanted anything anymore after he sat down and surveyed all I had to offer him. I decided to nod again, raising my face to his. I wasn't scared, I decided.

His beautiful lips broke apart to bear a smile. He addressed my challenge with one of his one then, asking me politely to remove my bra. 'Sweetheart' he had said. I still remember it. So I did, awkwardly unclasping the back of my lacy bra that I had thought would provoke him to touch me. I should have known better, he was always so in control. I slowly edged the shoulder straps off and followed their path with my fingers lightly. I maintained eye contact this time; I couldn't look anywhere but. He was looking at my eyes too before darting his to caress my breasts. My bare small breasts, with their coral nipples peaked. I wondered what I looked like to him as I raised my hands up my own waist, prompting goosebumps across my pale flesh. I cupped my breasts then, watching his reaction. His tongue touched the left side of his upper lip, and his eyes flashed. 

I tugged at my own nipples and let out a small moan, observing him as he had me. He sat cool and composed, except for his hands, which now gripped the arm chair fiercely. I let out another mewling noise when the beauty of his flexed forearms struck me anew. My eyes dipped to his crotch briefly, where a thick bulge in his dress pants greeted me. He had caught the direction of my gaze and his lips formed yet another easy smirk. I was in love I realized, right then. I arched my head back as I realized that the feeling from my nipples couldn't be ignored any longer. I didn't hear him get up.

The bed weighed down on either side of me, I presume he had pressed his hands there. His breathe was hot and slightly moist again the fragile skin on my décolletage. I shivered upon the first contact, even thought it was hardly anything. He whispered that he could feel my body heat and smell the citrusy perfume I used. He finished with a curious, slow lick up the column of my throat. I had dreamt of this; his voice, his passion, the heat that did indeed ignite in my veins. He nipped at my throat, biting down ever so softly. Those lips, those beautiful lips, were finally on me. I let go of my nipples to rest my hands on his shoulders. He felt solid and real, not just some screen name and pixels from the internet. He was so beautiful.

He moved his face up and touched his lips to mine. A peck, a soft peck. His facial hair provided some contrast to his soft lips as it rubbed harshly against my pale skin. I was sure the affected area was turning a delicate shade of red but I didn't care. I wanted him to mark me more, touch me everywhere. He readjusted his angle, claiming my bottom lip between his and sucking. I sighed, my hands gripping his rigid shoulder muscle. He licked the seam of my lips then and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He swirled his around mine, massaging it, taming it. His tongue tasted like the coffee we had drunk before. This comforted me, even though his actions were making me squirm against the comforter. His hands were on my hips, gripping them firmly. He kissed me and kissed me until I was breathless from trying to chase his tongue. He then lifted me to toss me down further on his bed.

I lay there, supporting myself on my elbows. I remember feeling my swollen lips with my tongue and the coolness of the comforter against my body. My panties were even wetter than before but hopefully not damp enough to mark his bedding - I felt embarrassed all of the sudden without him or my thoughts distracting me. My bravado faded as his hot gaze touched my most private region, as he pulled his shirt out of his pants. It went up and over his head, revealing a torso that was perfectly sculpted with only a trail of hair disappearing into his pants. His hands grasped his belt and tried to yank it off. I loosened up and giggled as the fabric got stuck a couple times before the belt finally disengaged. He stepped out of his shoes and toed his socks off. At least I assumed so since he gripped the bed with his tanned hands for balance. Beautiful, beautiful man.

He was left with his pants, which he promptly pushed down his hips. His hips were muscular and formed a beautiful V shape which bracketed his line of dark hair. I reveled in the perfection of his form, forgetting all about my discomfort. I looked up from his magnificent dusky flesh to his all knowing eyes, which at this point felt like they could see through me. I knew he was checking if I was backing out; his psychology major made him able to decipher everything about me. I took one look at his tight underwear and the hard cock waiting underneath and I couldn't stop myself. I placed my fingers carefully inside my soaked underwear unabashedly and scraped my clitoris. My nerve endings came alive and rejoiced at the contact. My mind of course was waiting for him. 

He murmured something in Spanish, his native language. It resonated with in me. His English was so flawless and his Spanish was wild in comparison. He was losing control finally! I eyed him as he slowly circled the bed, tracing his fingers along the comforter. I wanted his fingers on me so badly. I had at this point begun to mewl incoherently as I rubbed and rubbed my clitoris, coaxing it from its hood. It felt so good having his eyes bore into me, but I wished his cock, his tongue, his fingers would as well. 

My eyes had closed as my body began to grow slick with sweat. The comforter grew sticky to my skin, its initial coolness a sad loss. He watched me from the side of the bed before he decided to join me; his weight pressing down near me made my body taut with expectations. He grazed my stomach with one rough knuckle and softly took my hand away from my panties. I watched him kiss my finger tips, my palm, and placed it against his chest. His heartbeat was steady; mine at this point resembled more of a staccato. Yes, I was in love.

He pulled my face towards him and bit on my bottom lip, scraping it with his teeth. He stroked my hair and lightly massaged my scalp. I tried to get the upper hand at the beginning but eventually I just surrendered to the bold thrusts of his tongue. I gyrated against the comforter, rubbing my bare ass checks against the soft fabric. He placed a hand firmly on my hip and steadied me, preventing me from focusing on anything other than him inside of my mouth. He was inside of my mind too; he was all knowing it seemed. All too patient, determined to go slowly. I wanted to rip the black fabric off his hips and hump his penis until the ache went away. He had more finesse than this.

He let go out my lips, and trailed his mouth down my collarbone, leaving hot open mouthed kisses wherever he went. When his breath finally teased my nipple, I shuddered beneath him. He chuckled, ringing a circle around it with his nail, before pinching softly. My back tried to come off the bed but his hand on my hip left me immobile. He however rewarded my enthusiasm with his mouth on the coral peak as he had begun to suck it between his lips. His facial hair was a either delicious graze or unbearably rough. He finally moved his hand from my hip to lazily tickle my rib, teasing the curve of my other breast but never it. He bit on my nipple and soothed the pleasant sting with his tongue. His hand finally grasped my other one and tugged lightly. I groaned and felt the sweat beading my hairline. He had only just begun.

He let go of both my nipples and let his hands mold my breasts. He stared up at me as he squeezed my flesh, barely large enough to fill his hands. I felt a jolt of awareness all the way down to my core and forced myself stare back. He approved of this, murmuring to me that I was lovely and that he had dreamed of this too. I nodded, smiling. Then he told me he could smell my arousal after the sound of his deep inhale rested in the air. He gazed at me with a wicked smile on his face. He told me he was eager to taste it, to know that about me. He returned his attention to my flushed breasts, pinching both my nipples. I moaned harshly into the silence from his words; I felt this spiral in me coiling faster with every little tug he delivered to my aching flesh.

He proceeded to tell me that he had dreamed of the texture of my skin and whether it would flush if I was aroused and needy. He reassured me that he approved that it did indeed. He returned his mouth to my nipple, my hand now clasped in the rough silk that was his hair. I pushed him against me, and his laughter sent vibrations across my skin. He sucked harder, bit rougher, squeezed my other breast to a quicker rhythm. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. 

His hand left my breast to trail down to the edge of my panties. He skimmed them and began to tickle my thighs. He drew figure eights along my tender skin, finally paying my other nipple some attention with his tongue. I pulled his hair painfully, trying to push my pussy closer to his fingers with my hips. He didn't allow this and softly reprimanded me with a soft slap to my pussy. His first touch on my privates lit me on fire, his beautiful lips now tugging at my nipple. No other man had touched me there this way. He was so very beautiful.

I felt the sweat keenly on my sticky back as he moved his fingers over my pussy finally. My back arched up and he began to take gentle bites of my breasts. I was his instrument at this point; I moaned and mewled when he hit a certain sensation. He stroked my pussy slowly through my panties. My soaking wet panties which clung softly to the curves of my labia. He outlined them with the tip of his large finger, careful to avoid my clitoris. He bit and sucked the underside of my left breast obsessively, leaving hickeys on the flesh. I didn't care what he did; the pain mixed with the pleasure of his hands to form a potent combination.

I realized I was going to come if he touched my clitoris. I finally opened my mouth to do something other than make noises; I formed words together to beg. Please touch me, I had said in breathless anticipation. I'm touching you everywhere already, he replied with a chuckle. His body did indeed lie mostly on top of me, but his dick remained at my side and his fingers remained away from my clit. Please, there.. I couldn't contain myself anymore. He ignored me. He moved his finger over my vagina and slowly pushed my panties into the hollow. The lace on them abraded me; my vaginal opening was so sensitive. I was going to come soon, the spiral coiled within me harshly now. He pressed his pelvis against my hip and the feeling of his hard cock was driving me wild. I needed a firmer touch and no matter how I twisted my hips, he didn't care. He inserted his finger slowing in and out of my vagina, as he reached up and claimed my mouth again. He pushed his tongue into my mouth with the rhythm of his fingers.

I hit a peak, trembling on it as my whole body did as well. I couldn't stop uttering please breathlessly when he had pulled his tongue off of mine. Everything wasn't enough; the smell of his cologne and raw sweat, the feeling of his leg hair upon my skin. Every little detail was in sharp focus but still not enough. He growled that he wanted me to scream his name when I came. I acquiesced, telling him I'd do anything. 

He finally stopped the rhythm of his fingers and pressed them firmly on my swollen clitoris. He only abraded me once, twice over the lace of my panties until I felt myself come apart. He had promised fire and it felt like I had indeed been consumed by flames. First he listened silently to me shrieking his name. He covered my screams eventually with his mouth and continued rubbing. Baby I love the way my name tastes on your lips, he rasped out. His dick was so hard against my hip as he had pressed it against me. I wanted it, I wanted it so badly. 

I came down from my high, determined to have him. I pressed all my weight against him and he flipped onto his back, a languid smile playing with his lips again. His eyes sparkled, burned, embers of fire indeed. They gazed at my lips, my reddened nipples and finally my panties. He told me in no uncertain terms to take them off. I told him I would in due time and reached for his underwear. He seems amused by my reluctance. His hands came up to play with my breasts again, squeezing, rolling them in his large hands. I was on a mission however; I didn't care anymore how good it felt. I suppressed my moans and tugged his briefs down his hard hips. His dick popped out, engorged, with a large purple head and veins running along the sides. My mouth went dry and I realize what exactly it is I wanted.

I ran my hand up and down his shaft, his hands cupping my breasts as if weighing their slightness. My hand's movements caused my breasts to bounce against his fingers. He groaned at the sight and pushed his dick towards my hand, upward in response. I began to press harder and move my hand faster just to hear his strained breathing. This wasn't enough for either of us. I suddenly pushed myself off of him to face his side; my eyes only inches away as I watched my hand squeeze his turgid flesh and the other play with his ball sac. I wanted this indeed. I lowered my mouth to the head and quickly ran my tongue along the slit of his bulbous head. It tasted salty, not unpleasant and thoroughly of him. 

He broke out into his sweet Spanish again as he placed his larger hand over mine at the base of his cock and pushed it into my mouth. He fed it to me, as his other hand caressed my hair and neck. I swirled my tongue around the head of the cock and sucked on it, careful my teeth only grazed it gently. The noises he was making were exciting me so much that I felt my wetness go down my thigh. He must have seen it as he suddenly hauled me by the hips so my crotch was above his face. I had seen this done in the porn flicks I watched, but never did I think I would. In retrospect, I was glad I didn't accidently knee him in the face.

I tried to work him deeper into my mouth - he was so big - as he ran his tongue up my thigh, licking the residue there away. It was so hot, I moaned around his cock. I sucked at it furiously, trying to massage it with my tongue as I moved my hand up and down the remainder of his dick. His hands were on my ass, pushing my pussy down to his mouth. He was annoyed with my panties; he suddenly had gripped the back and torn them off. I pictured the muscles in his forearms, his beautiful forearms, flexing. I groaned and let the vibrations in my throat wrap around his cock. He savagely began to lick my pussy between my labia, holding it apart with one hand and using the other to firmly plant his fingers inside me. First one finger as if testing the grounds, than 2. He pulled his mouth away and said how  wet and tight and hot I was, how perfect. He then used the tip of his tongue to place long, general strokes across my pulsing labia, before focusing his efforts on my aching clit.

His facial hair triggered the nerve endings everywhere to delight in their oversensitivity. He fingered me to some elusive rhythm I could never master myself. Fire snaked up my skin. I sucked harder and harder, trying to assuage my need of his cock somehow. The spiral has picked up the pieces from before and was now demanding justice again. I sucked for all I was worth, groaning and moaning around his cock as his tongue thrust it's self into my vagina, his fingers clenching my ass cheeks. I smelt my arousal in the air and it took me higher as well. I felt his ball sac tighten against my hand when he gently inserted a finger into my mouth and pulled it off his cock. The finger tasted of my arousal. He was panting, his finger returning to join the rest in kneading my ass. I tried to move my head back to his dick but he spanked me hard when my lips touched his cock.

I turned my head to gaze at him and he told me to stay how I was, as he shifted his body from under mine. I didn't want to disobey as I was in love with him and his cock now; I needed both desperately. I needed to come and he would be the one to give it to me - I knew he would. I didn't fear losing my virginity, I yearned for it as I watched him get a condom and tear the packaging off. He rolled it down his thick penis, squeezing himself briefly. I groaned, needing it now. He felt similarly I assumed as he had a wild expression in his eyes. His control was slipping away, it was beautiful to witness.

I stayed there with my ass in the air, the cool air touching my pussy where his hot tongue had once been. It felt so good, yet so bad that he was no longer there. My vagina clenched upon itself, searching for his cock. He wouldn't make me wait much longer. He passed me by to get behind me. Doggy style, I realized from the porn he had sent me himself. His favourite. I didn't care anymore about the logistics, I cared about his cock. My nipples were so hard as they pressed against his comforter.

I rubbed them against it, hoping that would be enough to fulfill the ache. Nope, how wrong I was; it inflamed me more. He firmly gripped my hips and bent his head down to my shoulder. Is this what you want baby? I remember his voice, hoarse as he rubbed the smooth condom covered head of his dick against my quivering labia. He continued until I was screaming his name. He bit my shoulder and slowly pushed his dick in. I was so wet from his saliva and my own fluid that it slipped it well enough. It produced a feeling of fullness that my fingers never managed to achieve. Finally my vagina clenched and there was something substantial there.




The Slow Dance



The sun was beginning to set, sliding slowly through the evening sky to rest behind the hill. Princess Ivy watched from the west wing of the castle as the red hue filled the sky before her, bathing the kingdom in a beautiful glow. It had been an awful day and she was nestled in her favourite window seat, watching the sunset in the hopes that it would cheer her melancholy mood. 

It had a calming effect on her and she used it to think over her day without too much anger rising within her. It had been a day organised by her mother to find her a husband, as most days were now that she'd turned 21. 

A dozen suitors had been paraded in front of her over the time, each more dull and lifeless than the one before. Some were snivelling things, brought forward by some Lord from here or there, the heir to an estate who wanted to ally themselves to the royalty. Some were strong men – warriors, grown rich by war and now wishing to secure a title. She could see no beauty in them, no creativity, just a greedy, grasping need. 

Ivy knew little to nothing about men, but the thought of being matched with any of them filled her with dread. She was lucky, her mother was letting her choose from the selected suitors, but she would only have that chance for so long before impatience would set in. She needed to marry, this much she knew, but she couldn't bring herself to take that awful step and she was sure that soon it would be forced upon her. 

She had picked her bedroom based on this view. It certainly wasn't the biggest in the castle, but it had its own cosy charm and looked over the lake with the backdrop of hills and mountains that she adored so much. Her four-poster bed took up much of the space whilst most of the walls were covered with bookcases. A few metres from the foot of the bed there was a magnificent fireplace with two arm chairs before it. 

The fire was unlit and with the sun setting, the room was starting to chill. That meant that Luke, one of the servants, would be in soon to light the fire. She hoped he wasn't in too much of a rush so that she could ask him to stay for a while, entertain and distract her from her spinning thoughts. 

He had joined the castle staff years ago with his father, and being only a few years older than her meant that he'd often been given the task of playing with her when they were young. She had no friends her age, and he was the closest thing. However, as they'd grown older his duties had changed from odd-jobs boy. He was now helping run the whole staff, in charge of security for the castle and advisor to the king. He still made sure to light her fire each night though, even though it wasn't his job, just so they could chat for a while before he left the castle for his own home in the town. 

The door creaked open and she made sure to keep her gaze firmly set on the hills before her. She listened as his confident footsteps moved to the fireplace and heard as he began to move logs from the basket by the hearth and into a skilful pile in the grate. 

"How're you today then, Ivy?" he asked, still shuffling around with the kindling. He was the only member of staff who had the courage to call her by name and it would usually make her smile but not today.

"Oh, Luke," she sighed, "not great to be honest." She heard him still, the sounds of rustling ceased for a second, before he continued with his ministrations. 

"Really? That's not like you. What's wrong?" She chewed on her bottom lip, trying not to be overwhelmed by her thoughts, twirling a strand of her long auburn hair between her fingers.

"Luke..." she began nervously.

"Yes, Ivy?" he answered, concern was heavy in his voice.

"Do you remember when you first came to the castle?" 

He had stopped rustling now, the fire possibly ready to be lit, and she heard him stand up to come over and speak with her properly. He made his way to the window seat and leant against the wall by it. His thick arms were crossed over his torso, his dark curly hair messy and unkempt as always. He looked down at her with furrowed brows. He looked concerned.

"Of course," he eventually replied. He stared down at her, his face urging her to continue. 

"I was just thinking. The games we used to play, they were such fun," she stopped to chew at her bottom lip some more, and Luke's gaze flickered to her mouth for just a second before returning to look into her pale green eyes. "And we used to play so often. Remember when we'd play hide and seek?"

"You always found the funniest places to hide," Luke said, the memories now filling his mind too. He turned to gaze at the hills and chuckled. "The coal basket was ingenious." Ivy giggled too at the memory.

"Oh gosh, yes, I forgot. I was covered in black soot when you found me. Nanny was so mad." She sighed again. "It's just.... I wish I was still that age, still young, still able to just play games with you all day." 

She gazed down at her palms, her fingers twining and then untwining around each other. Luke turned his head to look down at her once more. He watched her hands fiddling. It wasn't often Ivy was sad, and it made him sad to watch.

"We can still play, Ivy. You never get too old to have fun," she glanced up at him and he winked down at her, grinning. The sunset was casting an orange hue across his face, the light playing along the lines of his cheek bones, making them stand out even more than usual. He leant down so that their faces were level with each other. He tried to muster his most menacing face, which to Ivy seemed very menacing indeed, and in a low voice he whispered; 

"Run." 

She giggled and squealed all at once, leaping from her seat at the window and dashing behind the far armchair by the fire place. He began to stalk towards her slowly, a predatory grin heightening his already dangerous good looks. She gripped the chair in front of her, momentarily frozen by the look in his eyes – the way he was looking at her made her cheeks flush and her breath come in shallow gasps but she didn't have time to figure out why. He was getting closer. 

Realising he was about to catch her, she mentally shook herself and bounded across the room, jumping up onto the bed. She stood there, hands on her hips with a haughty look on her face. He spun on the spot to face her and cocked his head.

"You think you're safe there, little one?" he drawled. He stayed where he was, just before the fire, and stared straight at her, waiting for her to move. He feigned a dash towards her, causing another delighted squeal to escape her lips before she sprung off the bed, heading once again in the direction of the window, just as he'd expected. 

He dashed forwards in three long strides and caught up to her just as her feet hit the wooden floor. With one hand he encircled both of her delicate wrists with his fingers. She giggled and tugged away, becoming increasingly breathless. He grinned and tightened his grip. 

"Tut tut, princess," he teased, "you need to learn to recognise when you've been caught." He moved a little closer to her. She shook her head stubbornly at his words and thrashed about as hard as possible, trying to wriggle her wrists out of his grasp but it was hopeless. She was petit and he was much taller, much stronger, than she. 

As she struggled, his other hand rested firmly on her waist. Suddenly and without warning, he pushed her backwards a few steps, until her body was pressed up against the wall. As he did so, he quickly raised her arms above her head and pinned them above her. 

The position forced her small frame to be stretched out before him, her back slightly arched as she was raised up on tiptoes. It all happened so quickly she barely knew what he was doing until she felt the cool stone pressed against her, the temperature seeping through her clothes and cooling her skin. She suddenly became agonisingly aware of how close his body was to hers, though not quite touching. She wished they were touching, she realised. 

The thought caused her breath to falter for a second and she bit down on her lip, confused by her own mind. She risked a glance up at his face, just inches from hers, and saw a similar anxiety in his eyes. His breathing was hard and fast, his breath warming her face.

In truth, he was acutely aware that he had gone too far. Her body, pressed up against the wall like this, her wrists held by his hand, she was completely at his mercy and he was trying desperately to calm his body down so as not to act on this realisation.

"You're trembling" he whispered. He was shaking too. He could feel the blood flushing his cheeks and neck, and watched as the same happened to her own pale skin. He noticed beads of sweat began to form between her small but plump breasts which were rising and falling with an increasing speed. He could scarcely breathe as he registered these distinct signs of her arousal. 

He began to swirl his thumb in slow circles on her wrist, still pinned to the wall above her head, and gasped as she let out a quiet moan. 

"Let's test something," he whispered, more to himself than her, and moved his body away from hers by just an inch. In any normal situation it would have been unnoticeable, but in her flushed state it felt as if he had moved a mile and she instinctively arched her body more to follow him.

As he registered her movement his body took over from his mind, he gripped her wrists tighter and moved back to where he had been, before deciding to ignore his better judgement entirely and move even closer. He moved forward more, pressing his body flush against hers, his thigh resting in between her legs, pressed up against her pussy lips beneath her dress. It forced her legs apart slightly and she began to pant delicately, slight mewling sounds were coming from her throat. 

He could feel her trembling increase, could almost see her heart thudding beneath her breast. She could barely breathe as her body became awash with new and strange sensations. As he had moved towards her, her stomach had seemed to swoop and dip, an intense pool of heat was building between her legs and her skin felt prickly and hot. His thigh, pressed against her like this, felt delicious in ways she couldn't understand. 

Instinctively, not knowing what she was doing, she moved her hips slightly to rest more of her weight against his leg. Her nether regions were now pushed against his strong, thick thigh and it was causing an odd tickling feeling deep within her. He growled, low and guttural, scarcely believing what she had done, the way she had moved her hips against him, what that meant she was feeling. 

He moved his gaze so that he was staring directly into her eyes, wanting to watch her reaction, to make sure. She was biting her lip but her eyes seemed dark with lust. He slowly moved his thigh up to press harder against her, watched as her eye lids closed slowly for a second before fluttering up again to continue looking at him. He watched as her gaze then darted down to his lips, heard her moan softly. His stomach erupted in butterflies and he completely lost his self-control. Slowly, agonisingly, he dragged his thigh up against her and then back down again, expertly ensuring that it would brush the spot where her clit would be beneath her skirts. 

She shivered and moaned louder, closing her eyes and dropping her head at the intense sensations he was causing. He gripped her wrists tighter again, pushed them even harder against the wall, and with his other hand reached up to cup her chin and neck, forcibly tilting her head back up to him. He needed to be sure, to read the look on her face.

Their eyes locked together, he slowly began to trail his hand down her neck, feeling the quickening pulse of her blood coursing through her body. He moved his hand down further, stroking over the delicate mound of her breast, tracing the lace neck line of her dress, grazing his thumb down and over her nipple. He let out another growl as he felt her nipple, which was hard, beneath the fabric of her clothing. 

Ivy's body seemed to jump at this contact and suddenly, a flicker of fear crossed over her face and he froze. His conscience was warring to be heard over the rush of blood and lust that was coursing through him, urging him on. In a cold moment of clarity he suddenly realised what he was doing, or rather who he was doing it to. He instantly let go of her wrists and stepped back, away from her. 

She dropped her arms down and her body seemed to slump against the wall. She wrapped her arms around her tiny frame in, what, protection? Luke suddenly felt intensely sick. She looked confused for a second and then he saw what he thought was relief cross her face. He cursed at himself and began to take a step towards her, wanting to comfort her, but she turned her head to stare at a point on the wall across the room from them, crossing her arms over her chest. Her delicate features were scrunched up as a war seemed to be going on inside her mind. She dropped her head and curtain of auburn hair obscured her beautiful face from his view.

She was panting but obviously trying to get it under control. He tried to speak but faltered, not knowing how he could explain his actions, what he had done, what he hadn't ever planned to do. She was so innocent, he knew that, and he had always kept that in mind during the course of their long friendship. She was delicate, she was young, she didn't know the world that he knew. As beautiful as Ivy was, as alarmingly sexy as she was, she didn't know it and he had never allowed his mind to wander in that way. He had never wanted to corrupt her. He swore to himself again. 

Straightening his clothing, he tried once more to speak but gave up. Eventually, after what seemed like an agonisingly long time, he simply turned on his heel and strode out of the room, pulling open the door a little too forcefully. Collecting himself, he shut the door gently behind him, leaving her alone with her thoughts.