4 comments/ 108763 views/ 16 favorites A New Kind of Love By: Jack123456 Kicking his shoes off, Jack made his way into the kitchen. Looking at the clock on the wall he saw it had just gone half past ten, he had been on patrol since eight that morning and was very tired. Jack had been part of the Devon and Cornwall Police Force for around ten years, five of which he served on the firearms department until he got injured in a hostage situation. Fortunately he had not been forced into a very early retirement but had been transferred to regular patrol duty in Plymouth, a town of his choice. Now he was out of the danger zone he was ready to try to settle down with a woman intent on starting a family. Opening a cupboard, Jack pulled out a packet of spaghetti and headed over to the oven where he already had a large saucepan out. So what if it was coming up for eleven in the evening, he was hungry! After putting the spaghetti into the saucepan he got out a packet of mince and a frying pan. Spaghetti bolognaise had been his favourite meal since before he could remember, he was half Italian and his family would often have this and other pasta dishes prepared by his mother, Vanessa. Soon enough the savoury odour of the bolognaise sauce was drifting throughout the downstairs area, he had made enough for two people purposely - in case he got home late the next day. Jack walked over to the fridge, placed the spare plate of food inside and grabbed a cold beer. Opening the beer he took a large gulp and settled down to eat his dinner. Once he had finished he placed his plate in the sink, knowing that unless his sister was coming round it wouldn't be cleaned for several days. He put his plate there none the less, stacking higher the tower of plates previously used. After putting his beer bottle by the bin he made his way upstairs and walked into the bathroom, he knew it was pushing on half eleven and that he had to be up the next morning but that still didn't excuse him from a bath. As he poured in the bubbles Jack's thoughts wondered to his sister. They had always been close, he and Lucy and as they grew older it only resulted in them becoming even closer. They had both chosen the same career path however Lucy had been based up in Truro whereas Jack had chosen Plymouth, a place where he had always felt at home. Lucy had been married for five years, she had no children. Due to their parents terrible death, James, Lucy's husband, thought it only to be right that he asked Jack's permission to marry her. Having known James for a considerable amount of time Jack agreed straight away, knowing that Lucy would be safe with him. As he turned the tap off and started to slide down into the welcoming warm water his mobile started to ring. "Sod it. They can leave a message." He said out loud, wondering who could be calling him at this time. A few seconds later the ringing stopped, Jack relaxed letting himself disappear under the mountains of bubbles, into the water. As he re-emerged for breath he once again heard the ringing of his phone. "Some people just don't know when to quit!" He stood up, got out of the bath and walked into his bedroom, not bothering with a towel. Without looking at the caller ID Jack answered. He was immediately greeted by the loud sobs of who he thought was his sister. "Lucy?" He asked, wishing he had answered the previous call. "Lucy is this you? Please answer I can only hear you crying." "J-Jack." It was Lucy. "What's the matter Lucy? What's wrong?" He asked, getting increasingly worried himself. "J-Jack..." She sobbed into the phone. "Lucy, just stay there, I'm guessing you're at home?" "Y-Yes..." "Ok, just wait there, I'll be there as soon as I can." He hung up and got dressed. Due to the rush he didn't bother putting on his shoes and rushed out to his car, running back to lock the door. Starting the car, he sped off down the road. Half an hour later he arrived at his sister's house, he couldn't believe the amount of traffic he had met on the way over. He rushed into the house without knocking and closed the door behind him, running into the sitting room he saw Lucy on the sofa sobbing into her hands. He immediately sat down by her and put his arms around her, gently pulling her towards him. At first she flinched, then, realising who it was she buried her head in his chest. "Hey, it's ok Lucy, I'm here." He said, kissing the top of her head. He felt her arms around his body, squeezing him, he didn't care that it was hurting, as long as she was fine. "I-I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't have called you." She raised her head and he saw the red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Kissing her gently on the cheek he smiled gently. "It's fine, I was worried about you, what's wrong? Is it James?" As if it were a trigger word Jack watched as her eyes swelled with tears once again. He was worried, he had never seen her as upset as she was now. Eventually she had calmed down, they had sat with her head on his chest for about fifteen minutes the only sounds being the sobs of Lucy. Being careful not to say her husbands name, Jack once again inquired what was wrong. "Eve, you need to tell me, has he hurt you?" She shook her head and removed her head from his now soaking wet shirt. "No...It's not that." She said. "W-We had an argument. I think he is cheating on me and so I confronted him." "Oh dear," Jack said, his arms still around her. "And I guess he was?" "I don't know, he just shouted at me for about five minutes before collecting some of his things and leaving." She resumed her place on his chest and continued to sob lightly. "Ok, well, do you want to come back to my house?" He asked. She shook her head. "No, it's far too late, it's nearly quarter to one." She said glancing up at the clock. "Could you stay here?" Jack smiled and nodded. "Of course, I'm going to need a quilt and pillow though, I'll take the couch." "I-I was wondering if you could sleep in the same bed as me? I just want to be able to feel someone there that loves me." "If you're sure Lucy, I can easily just sleep down here?" She shook her head and made her way upstairs to her bedroom, Jack followed, locking the front door and turning the lights out as he went. Taking off his shirt he followed her into bed. He allowed her to place her head on his chest and hold his hand as she tried to get to sleep. He had told himself he would not sleep until she did, it wasn't until an hour later when Jack noticed that she was still awake that he thought this may be a bit harder to do that he thought. When he next opened his eyes the early morning sun was shining through the window. He blinked. He wasn't entirely sure where he was. As he got up the memories of last nights events came back to him, he looked at the bed and saw that Lucy was already up. Quickly he grabbed his shirt and went downstairs. As he entered the kitchen he saw her sitting at the table holding a mug of coffee, he smiled at her and walked over. "Good morning." She said as she poured out a mug of coffee for him and set the coffee pot back on the table. Taking a sip Jack smiled. "You certainly seem to be happier this morning." "Thank you Jack, for staying over last night, I don't know what I would have done without you." Again Jack smiled. Reaching over, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Ever since mum and dad...you know...Anyway, you've always been there for me. I'm your older sister, I'm meant to be there for you." Jack shook his head. "No, I'm your brother, that's what I'm here for - to look after you. I would have hated myself if you hadn't called me and you were on your own." He looked up at the clock, quarter past seven. "Damn, I forgot, I have work today!" Jack sighed and turned back to Lucy. "If you like I can come around after my shift today?" Lucy nodded. "Yes please, that would be nice. I have to type up a report for my officer so I'll be occupied." Jack smiled and nodded. "Ok, it's a date." Getting up, Jack walked into the corridor. "Er, Lucy? When I came here last night, did I have my shoes on?" He heard giggling and headed back into the kitchen. "I take that as a no?" She shook her head. "Well, I'm going to have a shower and head home before going out to work today." "Ok." After stopping by at his house to pick up his shoes Jack headed of to work to pick up his partner. Fortunately the day was quiet and Jack was able to relax and think about what he would do about his sister. Before he drove back to his sisters house he picked up a bottle of wine, he wanted Lucy to be able to relax so they could discuss what she would like to do about James. As he opened her front door he was greeted by her, she was crying. Also it appeared that she had already helped herself to a couple of bottles of wine. "The bastard!" She yelled as Jack sat her down in the sitting room. "He was cheating! And he yelled at me..." She drifted off as Jack put his arm around her. "What's happened?" He asked stupidly, he knew what had happened. The bastard had left her. "What's wrong with me Jack?" She asked, her words barely coherent and her breath smelling of wine. "Why did he leave me? Why?!" Jack put his arms tighter around her and kissed her on the head, much like the day before. "There's nothing wrong with you, it's him! He's the jerk. You are beautiful, you are smart, you are everything a guy could want." He went a bit red as he said this. It was true though, she was very beautiful, she was very smart and Jack certainly couldn't see anything wrong with her. "I wish...I wish there were more men like you out there Jack. I'd marry you in an instant." She raised her head and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you Jack." Jack sighed and gave her a smile. "I love you too Lucy." He flinched as she ran her hand down his shirt towards his stomach, at the bottom of his shirt she pushed her hand up and under, touching his bare skin. Jack took her hand out of his shirt. "Lucy, stop it, you're drunk. Let's get you too bed." Jack lifted her up into his arms and carried her up to her bedroom. When he got there he used his foot to kick back the covers and lay her down. "Jack, can you sleep in here again?" Jack shook his head. "I'm sorry Lucy, you're drunk and you've had a bad day, you need to get some sleep." As he said this she say up and pouted. "No I'm not!" "Then why did you do that downstairs? Why did you stroke my stomach and chest?" Jack sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "I-I love you Jack." "I love you too Lucy." Jack said, he felt his heart beating faster, he knew he had to put this to a stop. "I don't love you like a brother though..." Jack jumped. He leant in to kiss her on the cheek good night. She purposely turned and kissed him on the lips. For a second it felt as if time has frozen, Jack didn't pull back at first, it had been so long since he had felt the touch of another. He felt her raise her hand to his cheek, he pulled back. "No, Lucy this is wrong. I'm sorry. I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." Jack lay her down on the bed and pulled the cover up to her neck, she had turned away, was she angry with him or herself? He sighed and walked out of her room, pulling the door shut. He took a spare pillow and went downstairs, he used the cover on the couch as a quilt and settled down to sleep. The next morning he woke up, there was a dim mist outside that he could see through the windows. He groaned at the prospect of work and then remembered it was Sunday. He had decided he wouldn't mention what happened last night to Lucy, if she didn't remember it then it didn't matter. His thoughts went back to how he had felt while they kissed, he dismissed it as a feeling of guilt, that he had known it was wrong and he had felt bad about it. He knew this wasn't the real reason, but it was just easier. As he stood up he realised that Lucy still wasn't awake, he ascended the stairs and opened her door slightly. He stood there for a second admiring his sister. No, not admiring her, he was checking she was ok. He quickly walked into the bathroom, hopefully a warm shower would wake him up. He shut the bathroom door and locked it, just in case his sister was still feeling weird today. He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, as he took off his trousers he saw his wound, the wound that had forced him to return to patrolling the streets. He ran two fingers over the old scar, feeling the rough skin beneath it. He resumed taking his trousers off, then his boxers and stepped into the shower. As he stood below the hot water he felt his body un-tense, he was right, this had helped. He had to do something to help Lucy. He would invite her around to his house while the divorce went through. Jack finished washing and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself and put the towel around his waist. Silently he crept into Lucy's room and went to the wardrobe, he felt weird looking for James' boxers but he needed a new pair. At last he found some, he slipped them on under the towel and exited the room. Walking back to the bathroom he got dressed again and headed downstairs. Thinking it best if he started of as if nothing happened the previous night, Jack decided to make Lucy breakfast in bed, she certainly needed cheering up and he was certainly prepared to do what it took to do this. Scrambled eggs. That had always been her favourite also it had been the one thing that Jack had never successfully cooked. Still, he thought that maybe this time Lady Luck would be there with him. Apparently, Lady Luck was busy. After the third failed attempt Jack gave up, he washed up the saucepan and put it back in the cupboard. Lucy would have to deal with jam on toast with a cup of coffee. Silently Jack edged his way into Lucy's room, it had taken him five minutes already to open her door while trying not to drop the tray so he wouldn't have been surprised if she had woken up already. Walking up to the bed, he placed the tray on the bedside table and sat down next to Lucy. As he sat there and looked at her face he felt the familiar feeling in his stomach. He reached over and gently stroke her hair, moving it out of her face, he smiled, for a minute he was mesmerized by the beauty before him. Slowly he lowered his head and gently kissed her on the lips, he didn't move as he kept his lips against hers. He felt movement and jumped. "That was a nice wake up alarm." Lucy said. Jack was mortified, he could have sworn that she was asleep. "O-Oh, I-I'm sorry Lucy, I don't know..." He trailed off, knowing there was no way he could talk his way out of this. Jack looked away as she opened her eyes, he felt her hand against his chin, turning him to face her once again. When he dared to raise his eyes he saw that she was smiling. "I'm not sorry, I enjoyed it." Jack wondered if the alcohol was still having an effect on her. "Last night I was quite sober when I ran my hand up your chest and when I kissed you in bed." The colour of Jacks face seemed to flicker from white to red and back to white as if it didn't know whether he should be more embarrassed than shocked or the other way around. After a minute or so Lucy looked at the tray by her bed. "That's sweet of you. You didn't have to do that." Jack smiled, relaxing a bit. "I wanted to, you seemed so upset and I wanted to cheer you up." She smiled back at him, sitting up she took the mug of coffee and took a sip. "Well, you've already cheered me up, that kiss was exactly what I wanted Jack." Jack's eyes looked away at the painting on the wall, at the carpet, anything but her face. "Jack, there's no need to be embarrassed, I liked it, I wanted it...I needed it." He looked up and saw her radiant face, he still was worried. "But, we're brother and sister Lucy!" He whispered, feeling like he was once again a young boy. "Jack, don't you understand? None of that matters, as long as we love each other." She raised her hand to his cheek. Raising his hand he moved hers away. "No Lucy, it isn't right...It's sick!" Standing up he made his way to the door. "I'm sorry Lucy." He looked back and saw his sister with tears in her eyes. "Eat up and get ready, we've got a lot of stuff to sort out." A New Kind of Love I was bent over at the waist with my head under the hood of a brand new Porsche. I finished working on the alternator and closed the hood. When, to my great surprise, there was a gorgeous woman walking towards me. She looked about my age (26); about 5'3", long curly blonde hair, legs for miles, nice tits. (I'm 5'9" and I have straight black hair and bright green eyes.) She was a stunning woman in general but she didn't look too happy. "Uh, excuse me, I'm looking Frankie Cara...co...lo..." She stuttered and looked severely embarrassed and pretty pissed to boot. She had gorgeous bright blue eyes that made me stare. "Caracciolo?" I asked with a smile. "Yeah that." She had an arrogance about her that was annoying but I liked her anyway, I can't explain it. She looked like a spoiled little rich girl. She was wearing tight designer jeans, a top that probably cost several hundreds of dollars and her shoes would probably cost the average American a few paychecks. She was dripping with diamonds. A choker with enough diamonds to pay for a house adorned her neck. A solid platinum and diamond tennis bracelet made its home on her wrist and her earlobes were blessed with several carats as well. "I'm Francesca Caracciolo, Frankie to most. How can I help you?" I leaned on the car behind me and watched the woman. I wasn't dressed as nicely as she was but I wasn't too bad. I wore jeans and a plain white tank top. Thankfully I hadn't been under any cars it was still white for the time being. "You?" She was dumbstruck. "Look, I was told I was coming to find some supposed Car God not Auto-Sport Barbie. I really don't want a pretty little girl playing dress-up to work on my car." She was being a real bitch and it made me laugh... and kind of want to hit her with a wrench at the same time. "What do you do, Miss...?" "Roberts, Lauryn Roberts, and I'm an account manager." She answered smugly. "Well Ms. Roberts, I own this shop and I don't know about being a 'car god' but I'm very good at what I do. I work here because I want to not because I have to. So if you need something please get on with it, if not feel free to get the hell out and get back to your account managing." I smiled and nodded before moving around to other side of the Porsche so I could test it out. I sat in the small car and pressed the ignition button. Like clockwork it fired right up and purred beautifully when I pressed the gas pedal a bit. Lauryn was flabbergasted by the way I had spoken to her. She had probably never been spoken to like that in her entire life. "I'm sorry; I'm just having a bad day. I'm usually not such a bitch." Lauryn walked over to the driver's side of the Porsche and leaned on the door so she could look at me. "I'm having some car trouble; could you please give me a hand?" I couldn't contain my grin. "Let me move this car then I can get your car in here and see if we can't have you out of here before the end of the day." I drove the little sports car to the adjacent building, the indoor parking lot. I parked the bright yellow Porsche at the end of the row and I walked out to meet Lauryn. We walked to the outdoor parking lot and I looked at the cars for a moment. "Let me guess, you're the white Mercedes." I told her with a bit of a laugh. She looked surprised but nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?" She handed me the keys and I drove her car into the main garage in the spot that was reserved for me to work in. "I see people with nice cars in here all the time, especially beautiful women. I practically knew before you walked in." We got out and I shut the door. "I've been having a problem with the..." "The brakes. I can feel it." I finished her sentence effortlessly. "I think there's something up with the engine too. Something doesn't feel right." "Uhh, okay." Lauryn nodded and watched me for a moment. I waved over two of the other mechanics. "Mike, Rich, do me a favor and get new brake pads on this Mercedes. Oh and run diagnostics on the engine, something is up with it. I need it done ASAP." "Sure thing, Frankie." They said in unison. I tossed them the keys then gestured for Lauryn to follow me into my lush office. I sat behind my desk and Lauryn sat in a cushy chair opposite me. "How much is this going to cost me?" Lauryn asked after a moment of silence. I laughed and shook my head a bit. "Without looking at the books to check the exact prices I would say roughly $200 per brake and about $20 dollars for an oil change, not including labor." I looked at her for minute. I knew what I was going to say but I had no idea why I wanted to say it. "But dinner with me wouldn't cost you a cent." "Excuse me!" Lauryn had a semi offended look on her face but I knew better. I had seen her checking me out. "You're excused." I was amused by her level of indignation. Who was she kidding? Not me, that's for damn sure. "I'm not a..." "Lesbian?" I laughed again and shook my head slightly at her. "Of course you're not. I watched you check me out. I'm only asking you to come out with me for dinner. One meal. It will be about two hours of your life." "I don't know..." Just as she was about to speak I hear a knock on the door then Rich entered the room. He was a short shy man but brilliant when it came to cars. "Frankie, I ran the diagnostics like you asked. I don't think it has ever had an oil change. I'm going to have to flush the whole engine tomorrow." "Damn it!" Lauryn groaned and shook her head. "Do you have any plans tonight Rich?" I asked, knowing full well he didn't. He was a single man who was far too nervous to go out and do anything fun. "Nah, Frankie, I don't have thing to do." Rich looked a little embarrassed but didn't let on too much. "It's four o'clock. If that car is ready to get out of here by seven then I'll give you the usual overtime bonus in cash." I told him calmly. I felt bad for Lauryn and worst case scenario I would've done it myself. Lauryn had come in for brakes and needed her whole engine flushed. It was a bit overwhelming to say the least. "No problem, Frankie. You don't have to pay me anything extra, it's no big deal." Rich smiled and left the room swiftly. "It's going to take him at least a couple of hours. You can sit in here awkwardly or you can come and have a nice meal with me. Choice is yours." I stood up and grabbed my leather jacket then headed for the door. Lauryn paused for a second but I assume she didn't like the thought of being alone because she jumped up and followed me. She silently trailed behind me as I walked to the parking garage where I kept my cars. "Which one is yours?" Lauryn asked as she looked over each of the cars that were nestled securely in the back corner of the garage. "All four are mine." I told her as I stood back and watched her amazement. "Which one do you want to go in?" "Oh, I don't care. It's all the same to me." She shrugged and played indifferent but I knew better, she had an opinion and I wanted to know it. I had a feeling. I walked up behind her pointed to the first car. My arm brushed her shoulder. Lauryn flinched slightly but didn't move away. "The black one with the white stripe is a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda." I whispered slightly close to her ear. I had a few inches on her so I was right next to her face. I moved my arm slightly and pointed her towards the next car. "That red one is a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle." She nodded weakly and I moved down the line. "That dark green one is a 1969 Mustang Mach 1." I moved once more and got to the end of the line. "And that little black one right there is a 2011 BMW M3. You pick. I drive. We eat." "The green one is nice." Lauryn said with a slight stutter and I noticed her face was flushed. I knew I was getting to her. "Nice choice." I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the car. I opened her door for her then went over to my side. The Mustang was a great car and a great pick by her. I drove out of the parking building carefully but once on the road I let the car do the driving. I kept a decent speed and pulled up to one of my favorite Italian restaurants. We walked in and, after a reasonable wait; the maître d gave us a great little table that I had used many times, both alone and with company. We ordered quickly and our plates were brought to us rapidly. She drank a white wine and I chose a simple sparkling water. I laughed as we joked about a man who we had seen ogling a waitress. "See coming out with me isn't so bad." "No it isn't. Listen Francesca..." "Frankie." Lauryn smile and started again. "Frankie, I want to apologize for being so mean to you earlier. I was being a bitch and you didn't deserve it." She honestly looked sorry. "Don't worry... I got you to come out with me anyway." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. I expected her to pull from me but she didn't. She just grinned back at me and chuckled. The rest of the meal went effortlessly. We joked and laughed as if we had been old friends. I couldn't believe how comfortable she was with me. I had expected her to be silent and awkward but she seemed to be relaxed and at ease with me. I really did like her more than I thought I would. I had initially asked her out because I liked the challenge but the more our 'date' went on the more I genuinely enjoyed her company. She wasn't nearly as uptight or pretentious as I had imagined. I couldn't believe I was... dare I say it, falling for her. I tried not to think about that. It frightened me. I looked at my watch and realized it was 7:50. We had been at the restaurant for hours. Lauryn and I finished up at the restaurant then I drove her back to the garage. Her car was waiting right where I had left it and there was a note attached to the windshield. 'Frankie, the car is done. I hope you had a nice time and please don't worry about any extra money. It was my pleasure to help out. Love Rich. P.S. Congrats she is totally hot.' I laughed at the note then grabbed the keys from the key-locker for her. "Here you go princess." I laughed as I placed them gingerly into her opened hand. "Now you don't have to deal with a pretty little girl playing dress-up anymore." "Oh jeez Frankie, I'm sorry about that. I... It wasn't... I didn't know you..." "I'll forgive you if you go out with me again." I waited for the inevitable argument from her. But I was surprised once again. "Alright." She said. Then she paused for a moment and walked towards me a bit. "Frankie, I'm really not a lesbian. I don't know about all of this." "It's no different from regular dates except it's with me and not some guy. Relax Lauryn, you worry too much." I leaned in swiftly and kissed her cheek. She looked severely shocked but said nothing. Then she just smiled and nodded. I reached into my purse and grabbed one of my business cards. I scribbled my cell phone number on the back of it. "Now go home and relax. Have some wine or a bubble bath or whatever it is that you enjoy then call me. We'll make plans. Or you can drive away and throw the card out the window. It's up to you." "I'll call you." She snapped suddenly as if to calm any 'worry' I had about her not calling. Trust me, I knew she would call. I could see it written all over her face. "Alright, that's great." I flashed a knowing smile then looked over at the car. It was sort of the uncomfortable moment when neither of us really wanted to leave but we both knew we had to. "Good night Lauryn." I whispered softly as I leaned onto the open door. "Good night Frankie, I'll talk to you soon." For not being a lesbian she sure was interested in talking with me again. I had really lucked out with her. She wasn't as bad as I had thought at first. Rough around the edges, yes, but there was definite potential with her. It might work out, but then again she hadn't ever been with a woman and she hadn't seemed too interested in the beginning. But honestly there was no way to tell the future. I would give it a go and see where everything turned out. I hopped into my car and drove home in a dash. I owned a cute little two story house in a quiet little neighborhood with fabulous neighbors. The house was expensive due to its location but it was well worth it. I was close to work and had 1700 square feet all for me. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, two car garage and a swimming pool were all perfect for me. When I got home I opened a bottle of my favorite red wine and ran myself a bath. It had definitely been an interesting day. When the water reached the perfect temperature I dropped the drain stopper and watched it fill with the hot water. Steam rose from the surface. I added bubbles and kept an eye on the water level. With the click of the remote, soft music was playing in the background. A few candles added to the mix and I was totally ready to relax and unwind. I peeled my cute leather boots from my feet and freed my aching toes. My jeans, although more fashionable than ugly overalls, they did get awfully hot and stuffy. The white tank top and jacket were simple and the most comfortable part of my wardrobe. My bra and underwear came off last and I was ready for my bath. I used my foot to turn off the water then I was free to enjoy the silence... for about 12 seconds before my cell phone rang. I reached over and pulled it out of my jeans pocket. 'Hello?' 'Hi, Frankie? This is Lauryn... Lauryn Roberts.' 'Oh, hey.' 'Well, you told me to call you so I am. I hope this isn't a bad time. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to wait until later or...' 'Don't worry about. Now is fine. So I'm assuming this means you are willing to go out with me again.' '... I'd like that a lot.' 'Fantastic. Come by the shop tomorrow at about 6. I'll take you to a fabulous restaurant. Best you've ever been to.' 'How should I dress? It is formal or semi formal or...' 'Lauryn, babe, you really need to relax. Dress the way you were today.' 'Okay.' 'Alright. I look forward to seeing you.' 'Me too.' 'Night, Lauryn.' 'Good night.' I laughed and shook my head at her. She was so uptight. She seemed to worry about everything. I would have to work on that and I totally planned to. I finished up my bath sooner than I had intended. Thoughts of Lauryn inhibited any real relaxation so I gave up. I crawled into the sheets and sought some relief by means of sleep, but still I thought of her way too much. I don't know when I finally fell asleep but I knew it was in the early hours of the morning. The next day at work went better. I was able to focus on two highly expensive cars that demanded my complete focus. 6 o'clock rolled around sooner than I thought and I was slightly breathless when Lauryn walked up to me and put her hand on my arm. I hadn't seen her so I was a bit shocked by the sudden touch. Lauryn just smiled and looked at me silently. "Oh god, Lauryn I'm so sorry. I completely lost track of time." I looked down at my watched and cursed. "If you can't make it it's okay." The obvious sadness on her face hurt me more than I would've guessed. "Don't be silly. Umm... Okay, go park your car in the parking lot." I told her with a smiled. Her mood brightened up and I walked to the parking lot. Lauryn parked her car in record time. I gestured her over to a car I hadn't showed her the day before. "Is this yours?" she asked with a level of amazement that amused me. The Ferrari in front of us did have a tendency to gain a lot of attention. "No... Well, yes. It was a gift from the company. Well, not really a gift. More like a thank you. I do some work for them sometimes and this was a gift. I help out with engine development and stuff like that." I unlocked the door and we both got in. I drove towards my house faster than possible for most cars. Lauryn had no idea where I was going. "Are you like kidnapping me or something?" She laughed nervously. Not nervous that I was kidnapping her but nervous because she trusted me enough to just hop in a car with me and she had no idea where we were going. "No. We're going to my house so I can change quickly. Oh damn, I have to call the restaurant." I fished my phone out of my purse and dialed. An woman with a thick Italian accent picked up the phone at the restaurant and we carried on a conversation briefly in her native language. I explained the situation and she made the appropriate accommodations. "That was interesting to watch." Lauryn said. She was looking at me oddly. I'm not sure what the look in her eyes was but it certainly looked like lust to me. "My parents were Italian. My dad taught me to speak it." "It's very cool and beautiful." I laughed loudly. "Lauryn that is the second time you have said I'm attractive." "No... I didn't mean... I was just..." Lauryn stuttered wildly, causing me to laugh even more. "Oh Jesus, relax would you? I was kidding." After a moment I looked over at her and smiled. "I think you're gorgeous by the way." Lauryn flushed a bright red color but stayed silent until we made it to my house. "This is your house?" she asked in wonder. I was getting a little bored of her being so shocked by the fact that I had money. It was almost like she expected me to like in a shack somewhere. "Yeah." I said as I pulled into the garage. "Make yourself at home. I'll only be a couple of minutes." I rushed her inside then ran up the stairs to get ready. My hair was a mess so I just brushed it back and pulled it into a ponytail. I pulled a pair of black slacks from my closet and a tight black sleeveless blouse. It was low cut and showed off my chest nicely. Lauryn would have a pretty good view for the night. Plain black pumps and my leather jacket finished up my outfit. PRESTO! I was done and it had only taken me 17 minutes. I rushed back down the stairs to find Lauryn standing at my fireplace looking at the painting that hung over it. At the sound of my heels she spun swiftly to see me. "You look... amazing." She muttered before she could catch herself. She blushed then played it cool. "Thank you. You ready to go?" I asked with enough pride in my voice to send me straight to hell. She nodded slowly and we were off once again. It's a miracle I didn't get pulled over, I was speeding so fast. But I arrived at the restaurant and I eyed the young male valet as he looked at my car in wonder. I didn't feel very comfortable giving him my keys so when his supervisor walked up I was thankful. He looked like he was Italian and I was pleased that he walked up confidently towards my car. He looked like he knew what he was doing. I handed him the keys, then Lauryn and I went inside. I immediately found that the woman standing at the front counter had been the one with whom I had spoken to on the phone. We carried on a quick conversation in Italian then she showed us to a private and secluded table. A waitress came over and got out drink orders, once again Lauryn ordered white wine but I simply ordered a sparkling water again. I never played around with drinking and driving. I also asked the waitress to send some live music over. The waitress, who I had seen many times in the restaurant before, started hitting on me from the get go. While normally it wouldn't bother me if I was at a business dinner, it was obvious that what I had with Lauryn wasn't business and I didn't appreciate the way the waitress was coming onto me. I tried to ignore her as I waited for the music. A mandolin player arrived a few minutes later and Lauryn looked thoroughly impressed. For some odd reason I wanted to make her happy and I was thrilled when I could do so. I was so happy to just make her happy. It caught me a bit off guard. We each ordered our meals and dined and listened to the beautiful music. More than once I felt her brush against me when she would uncross then re-cross her legs. I knew she wasn't touching my legs on purpose. She was just trying to keep herself comfortable but the motions were driving me mad. I was slightly tempted to run my foot across the length of her legs but I managed to restrain myself and I simply watched her instead. When the mandolin player finished I thanked him and handed him a hefty tip. At just about that time the waitress returned and asked what we wanted for dessert. A New Kind of Love "I don't really know what I want..." Lauryn began to say but I swiftly grabbed her hand that was resting on the table. "Do you mind if I order for you?" I asked. Lauryn blushed but shook her head slowly. "We'll have a zeppole, a cannoli, and an amaretto cheesecake." I ordered as Lauryn looked at me in amazement. I definitely had a plan for all that food. "Wow it all looks so good." Lauryn said a few minutes later when the desserts arrived. "Here try this first." I passed her the cheesecake and watched as she took the first bite. She definitely enjoyed it. "Oh this is good..." Lauryn continued to pick at the cheesecake while I looked at the plates in front of me. I knew I had to turn the level of this date up. We were getting along fabulously as friends but I wanted more than that. My answer to that was the two plates in front of me. The zeppole was definitely going to be the first move and dependent on that went was how I planned on addressing the cannoli. The zeppole is like an Italian doughnut. It was stuffed with custard, powdered with confectioner's sugar and chuck full of opportunities. I grabbed it and took a small bite of it; cutting would've just made a mess. "Oh wow. I haven't had a zeppole like this in a very long time." I knew I had to take my opportunity. My one chance had arrived and I had to take it. I just had to. I grabbed the rest of the portion of the doughnut and extended it sensuously to Lauryn. "Try it. I know you'll love it." Lauryn tentatively leaned forward and took a bit of the dessert between my fingers. She looked like she really liked it, but then gave me a shy look and blushed again. Then she nodded and said, "It's really good, thanks." "If you think that's good then you have to try this one." I tossed the remnants of the doughnut on the plate and I grabbed the cannoli. I extended it across the table and she took a small bite. Once again she told me how good it was. I took a bite of the dessert and agreed that it was amazing. Now I have to admit I'm a bit clever so when I saw that there was only a small portion left of the cannoli and that the filling was dripping on my finger I knew I had an opening to make a big move. "You can finish it." I told her as I offered the last piece between my thumb and index finger. She leaned forward slowly and took it into her mouth. My index finger extended a little and made it between her lips. Lauryn didn't seem put off and even let her lips close around my finger. I was in heaven. I reluctantly took my finger out of her mouth but my eyes were locked on hers and she blushed once again. I finished sucking my finger clean. "You should try the cheesecake." She said as she pushed the plate towards me. There was a reasonable portion left. "I'm getting kind of stuffed; just give me a little bite." I know I was pressing my luck but I just had to. I wanted more with her; I'll even go so far as to say I wanted everything, all of her and not just her body. Lauryn cut a piece of the cheesecake with her fork and held it out for me. By the way she was holding it I think she intended for me to take the fork myself but I simply leaned forward seductively and ate from the fork she held. Looking back at it now, I guess I figured it was my turn to move things on so grabbed what was left of the Italian doughnut and offered it. This time Lauryn smiled playfully and took a swift bite, coming close to my fingers. "Damn girl." I laughed genuinely. "You nearly took my finger off." "It was that or I figured you were going to put your finger back in my mouth." Lauryn told me playfully. I couldn't have been more pleased with how playful she was being. She wasn't the least bit uptight. "No risk no reward, honey." I punctuated my sentence by offering her the last bite. I almost wanted to jump up and down when she took the dessert into her mouth, while staring into my eyes, and she sucked my finger blatantly. I was positive I was very near an orgasm. It was a lot of sexually charged eating for my poor body. I couldn't even remember the last time I had had a girl in my bed. "I had to give you points for bravery." Lauryn smiled cheekily, as she wiped at her lips. Just then I saw the waitress walk by, I called her over. She approached and reached out and grabbed my arm gently running her fingers against my skin. The petit woman looked at me and smiled, Lauryn knew the waitress had been hitting on me. She had been the whole night, not even remotely inhibited by the fact that I was obviously there with Lauryn. "Il conto." I said a bit more coldly than necessary but the young woman was starting to irritate my by her level of disrespect. I was there with a date and it was incredibly rude of her to act that way. The waitress looked at me silently for a moment, nodded and then walked off in a better mood than I thought she would. "Oh my god Frankie, what did you call her?" Lauryn asked with the same indignant look she had the day before. As if I had personally insulted her. "I asked for the check, Lauryn." I told her offhandedly. It was kind of insulting that she thought that I had called the woman a cunt, which is what I knew she thought. Lauryn gave me one of those 'Oh shit, I really fucked up' looks and I barely looked at her. It was our second date and I was insulted that she thought I would talk to anyone, let alone a young woman, in that manner. I got the bill and I left more of a tip than the waitress deserved. The drive back was silent and I sort of missed the conversation between Lauryn and myself. I returned to the auto garage and parked beside her car. "Look Frankie, I'm really sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention. I was having a good time... before." Lauryn said as she gazed over at me without getting out of my car. "I had a good time too." I was being completely honest about that. "Would you want to go out again? I'm free for the whole day tomorrow since it's Saturday." Lauryn gushed and now I knew she was totally interested. "I actually have something..." I was going to tell her I had agreed to go and judge a car competition but the sad look on her face broke my heart. She thought I was ditching her because of the thing with the waitress. "You know what, why don't you come with me? It'll be an all-day thing but I'd love it if you went with me. " "Okay, I'd really like to spend the day together. Where are we going? I need to know what to wear." I chuckled a bit then shook my head. "It's very casual, Lauryn, dress however you want to. We have to get going a little early though. I have to leave at about 9 in the morning." "Okay, I'll meet you here tomorrow." I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers for a fraction of a second. It could barely even be called a kiss. I didn't want to freak her out or anything. It was too soon for a full make out session but I wanted to show her just how interested I was. "I look forward to it." Lauryn looked surprised but not upset. I was pleased by that and by the fact that she didn't slap me across the face. She had told me she wasn't a lesbian but I had kissed her none the less. Lauryn looked like she was about to say something but changed her mind. Before she exited my car she leaned over and pressed another lightning fast kiss upon my lips and that was the end of our second date. She drove off then so did I. It was another restless night for me. I woke up at 7 and took a quick shower, trying not to think of Lauryn as I washed my body and got dressed in casual clothes like I had told Lauryn to. Tight black stonewash jeans, a white and black long sleeve concert tee (Velvet Underground for all those concerned) and a pair of black high heeled boots were what I chose and I topped it all off with my black leather jacket I was ready to go. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail like I had before and I walked out the door ready for a full day with Lauryn. I arrived at the garage at 8:30 and 15 minutes later Lauryn's little white Mercedes pulled up. My heart jumped a bit and honestly I freaked a little because of it. When I saw what she was wearing I had to laugh. She had on a pair of white shorts that came about half way down her thigh and a cute little yellow, collared, button up top. White sandals graced her adorable little feet. I called her over and we hopped into my car and took off. "You look very cute." I told her honestly as I drove down the highway. "You look really good too. I feel a little weird though, you should've told me not to dress all... you know..." Lauryn paused and looked for the right word. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her a little closer to me. "You mean you look too 'girly'." "No of course not... well kind of... I guess... Oh I don't know. I just don't look like you. I won't fit in." Lauryn surprised me further by pressing into my shoulder a little and staying there. I kept my arm locked around her shoulder and even rubbed along her arm a bit. "Don't worry about it. This is usually how I dress on the weekends. It doesn't mean you won't fit in and it doesn't matter anyway. I like you this way and everyone else will have to deal with it." Lauryn laughed a bit nervously but let herself fall more into my shoulder while I drove. It was at least a forty five minute drive to the convention center and somewhere in that time period Lauryn fell asleep on me. Her cheek brushed against my shoulder, her shoulder pressed against my ribs and I loved every minute of it. I was slightly tempted to keep driving but I knew I couldn't do that. I parked my car in the special spot designated with my name on it and I took on the task of slowly waking my sleeping companion. "Lauryn wake up, we're here." I tried to pat her arm a little but she didn't budge. I touched her face slightly with my fingers and I kept whispering to her. "Baby, you have to get up. We're here." That seemed to do the trick and she popped her head up and looked at me. "Oh jeez, I'm sorry. I..." "Don't worry about it." I told her as I kissed her cheek. We both got out of the car then walked hand in hand into the enormous building full of cars. There were a few categories I was judging. My opinion in the automotive community was well respected so I expected the day to be a blast. Lauryn, who seemed a bit lost in the environment, just clutched my hand and walked by my side happily. I pointed things out to her and she followed along fabulously. She gushed about how 'pretty' the cars were. I pointed out things that seemed to confuse her but I loved how responsive she was. "Yeah I guess that kind of makes sense." Lauryn said at one point as she leaned up closer to me with her fingers locked with mine. After the first award was given, it was close to noon, and I noticed that Lauryn seemed a bit cold. The building was well air conditioned and I felt a bit bad. She was a little surprised when I let her hand go, since I hadn't since we had arrived. I pulled of my jacket and offered it to her. "Here you go, it'll keep you warm. I should've told you to bring one." I extended the jacket and Lauryn took it slowly. She put it on and grabbed my hand once again. We then traveled to the next section. Cars were lined up and it looked like there were at least a hundred. I thought Lauryn would be a bit bored but she held onto me tight and let me lead her all over the place. Sometimes Lauryn would ask questions and other times she would just stand patiently by my side while I talked with the owners. About half way through I realized I hadn't gotten Lauryn anything to eat for lunch. "Why didn't you remind me?" I asked her as I whisked her away towards the food court area. "I feel terrible." "Don't worry about it. I didn't even think about it." Lauryn shrugged off my complaints and bumped my shoulder with hers. I walked up to a food stand and asked Lauryn what she wanted to eat. It wasn't gourmet or anything but it was a good test to see if she could just relax a bit. She told me to get her a piece of pizza and a beer; I ordered a hotdog and a soda. We both took a seat at a little picnic table and sat to eat our grand meal. "Want a bite?" I offered her my hotdog. She took a bite then covered her mouth as she laughed with a mouthful of food. We shared all our food and I even took a few sips of her beer. An hour later, when I could finally joke around no more, we returned to the cars and I made quick work of choosing the next winner. I let Lauryn help me pick the last winner. Well, she picked it and I very much agreed. It was about 4 o'clock but it still wasn't time to leave yet. I still had to check out some of the vendors and some of the cars that weren't competing. Once again, my little trooper just stayed close by and seemed to fit in fabulously. At about 6:50 we were both finally ready to leave. Once we were safely in the refuge of my car, Lauryn cuddled up next to me again. My arm went around her once more and we were headed home. About half way home I noticed Lauryn clutching one end of my jacket and she had her face pressed against it with her eyes closed. I was a bit worried that she wasn't feeling well or something. "Is something wrong?" I asked her gently as I rubbed her arm slowly. She looked up at me and shook her head, blushing all the while. "No, it just smells like you. It smells good." Now I think it was me who blushed. She was such an adorable woman; I couldn't believe she was the same person who I first met. I gave her a quick nod and focused again on the road. It was about 8 o'clock when we got into town so I told Lauryn we could hang out at my house for a while since it was still early. She accepted and my heart soared. I would get to be alone with her, at night, in my house, did I mention ALL ALONE. I was thrilled. I pulled into the driveway, and then hand in hand we went inside. She asked for some wine and I hesitantly agreed. I knew at some point she would have to drive home and I didn't want her drunk. But I figured one glass wouldn't hurt. We both sat on the couch, closely, and we began talking. We didn't talk about much really. Then several hours later, and several glasses of wine later as well, Lauryn asked me about the drawing that was above my fireplace. It was a simple charcoal line-drawing of a woman. "It's beautiful. Where did you get it?" Lauryn said as she pointed to it. I remembered how she had been staring at it the day before. "I made it." I told her. I grabbed her hand and lead her over to it. I pointed in the bottom corner and showed her my initials and the date I had done it. Lauryn stared at the woman in the drawing then turned to me. "Was she a..." Before she could even finish, I cut her off. I didn't know what she was going to say and I didn't want to know either. I spoke before she could say another word, "It's my mom. She died a very long time ago. I found this pose in an old picture my dad had and I loved it. Drawing her made me feel closer to her. I don't actually remember her." The pose was of my mom sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was seat slightly sideways and smiling. "Oh, I'm sorry..." "Don't be..." Right as I said that Lauryn leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and warm against me that I felt I could get lost in them forever. After a second she pulled away. "I'm sorry about that too." She said softly with a shy smile. I just grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the couch. Once there I kissed her; I couldn't help it, I wanted her so badly. We pushed together a little harder and I could taste the cherry lip-gloss, it was divine. She was divine. I was pretty sure I had a mini orgasm when her tongue slipped into my mouth. We were making out like a couple of horny kids but the position was awkward so I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap. She jumped right up and straddled me. My hands were on either side of her face holding her gently and her hands were around my neck. She backed away from me a bit to catch her breath and I used that as an opportunity to kiss her cheek and neck. "Oh god... mmm..." Lauryn held my head and moaned and I sucked and licked at her neck. She pushed me tight against her skin then I went lower towards her chest. I was beginning to get a little crazy for her so I grabbed at her shirt and pulled it open. Luckily none of the buttons broke but she just gasped and kept me on her skin. I took that as a good sign so I moved down to the front of her throat, that's when I noticed she was trembling a bit. I looked up at her face and noticed she had her eyes closed tight. She was terrified. I sighed and sat back a bit. Lauryn looked at me, barely opening her eyes, and I could tell the wine had helped her to loosen up, too much. But I didn't want her drunk and scared, I wanted her lucid and excited. "What did I do wrong?" She asked weakly as she moved her hands from the back of my head down to the back of my neck. "You didn't do anything, baby." I kissed her just to prove my point. "But you don't want this, at least not yet. Look at you, you're shaking." "I'm sorry." Lauryn let out a sigh then slumped in my arms a little. "I do want you, I'm just a little nervous." "Lauryn, you look petrified. How were you going to let me finish if you couldn't even look at me?" I wasn't angry at her, I was simply wondering how she was planning on going through with it. I knew she didn't really want it. "I don't know Frankie. Please, I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I reached up and grabbed her face in my hands and pulled her down to me for another kiss. "Whenever we have sex, you have to want it. Until then I can wait. But you need to talk to me, if you aren't ready or if you're scared just tell me. I'll always stop but I can't undo something once it's done." I grabbed her edges of her shirt and began buttoning it up for her. She smiled and hugged me tight when I was done. Since sex was off the list, I grabbed the remote and we watched a couple re-runs of COPS before we both fell asleep snuggled up on the couch. I woke up at about 5 in the morning. I was on my back on the edge of the couch and Lauryn was snug in my arms on top of me. We had been up late making out, watching TV, and she had definitely been more than a little tipsy. The noise from the television had woken me. I gently woke Lauryn up so we could go lie-down somewhere more comfortable. "Huh?" She asked sleepily when I sat up and woke her. "Babe, let's go to bed. This couch is going to kill our backs later on." I kissed her forehead and stood up, reaching out for her hand as I did. Lauryn looked at her watch and got a little frantic. "No, I have to go home. I can't sleep here all night..." "Lauryn, you shouldn't drive right now. Let's go to bed and I'll take you to get your car when you're better. Come on, there is even a guest room if you want. I'm not trying to do anything you don't want to." I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto her drowsy little feet. "Frankie, I know you wouldn't..." I silenced her with a kiss and I dragged her up to my room. Once there, I changed out of my clothes and I threw on a pair of comfy silk shorts and a tank top. Lauryn just asked for a shirt so I found her an oversized t-shirt I had and she changed as well. "The guest room is down the hall to the left if you want. It's all made up so feel free to sleep in there if you feel more comfortable." I busied myself cleaning up my room as I spoke. I was tired but totally embarrassed. There were clothes all over the place, including thongs and bras thrown near, but not entirely in the clothes hamper. "Not necessary." She said with that adorable smile that I loved so much. She hopped into my bed and cuddled down into the sheets. She breathed deeply into the sheets with her eyes closed as she had done with my jacket. "It totally smells like you." A New Kind of Love "I would hope so; I'm the only one who sleeps in it." I laughed then got in next to her. I snuggled in behind her and wrapped my arm around her stomach. She sighed loudly, and seductively, as I pulled her back against my chest. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and it felt so right to have her with me at that moment. "Are you really the only one who sleeps here?" She asked in a tone that I hadn't noticed before. She sounded sort of jealous or suspicious. "Not anymore apparently." I told her kissing her exposed neck. She sighed in a disappointed manner and I realized she wanted a better answer. "I'm not seeing anyone else. You have nothing to worry about." She seemed much happier with that answer and held my arms tightly around her. Soon we were both sleeping soundly again. I spent the remainder of the night with my face buried in her hair. I could smell her gentle fragrance and it was more comforting than I could ever describe or put into words. Several times she would scoot closer to me and those times I would hug her tighter and burry myself further in her neck. I even kissed her neck a few times when she woke me. I couldn't help myself. I woke up late the next afternoon and much to my surprise my bed was empty. I knew Lauryn was in my house somewhere but I was hurt by the fact that I was alone. She had left me alone. I had taken such care of her, in so many ways, and she had just left me alone. I was sad because of it, and kind of pissed. At that moment I wondered what the hell I had been thinking. I hadn't been thinking, I had been feeling. I had let myself have feelings for her and now there I was alone in my bed. And it was no one's fault but my own. I crept out of my bed and made my way down the hallway. I started making all sorts of excuses for her in my head. Maybe she was in the bathroom. Maybe she was looking around. Maybe she got hungry. Maybe... I walked silently to the top of the stair case and I saw Lauryn pacing around the living with just the shirt on that I had let her borrow. She didn't hear me so I watched her for a moment silently. "Come on Lauryn, what are you thinking? What are you doing?" Lauryn mumbled to herself as she walked back and forth. "Come on... That was crazy... Think about it..." "Think about what Lauryn?" I asked from the top of the stairs. My arms were folded across the banister and I leaned over a bit so I could see her better. Her face was shocked for a split second but then she had a genuine smile. "Nothing, I was just talking to myself. Are you going to come down here or do I have to go up there for a kiss?" Lauryn smiled and walked to the base of the stairs. I was torn between bitching at her and running down the stairs to see her. I decided to do neither. I decided to just feel out the situation and find out what she was thinking. I walked down the stairs slowly and met Lauryn at the base of the stairs. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight hug. "So what are you up to down here?" I asked with a pointed look. "I was surprised when I was all alone." "I... I...Can we sit?" Lauryn grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. She sat at one end and I sat a few feet away from her. She looked like she would've preferred if I would've sat closer. "I want to be honest with you, Frankie; I came down here to clear my head a little bit. When you were holding me I couldn't really think straight...Last night, I... " She hung her head down in her hands and I instantly felt bad for her. She had told me in the beginning that she wasn't a lesbian and I hadn't listened. I had forced myself into her life. I had made her like me and she was confused as a result. "Last night was a mistake. I made a mistake and I'm sorry. " I grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. "I shouldn't have forced you to come out with me in the beginning. The dates and then yesterday was all too much. I shouldn't have ..." "No, it wasn't your fault. I really did want to go out with you. I only regret leaving you this morning. And about last night, I just really like you and I wanted to give you what I thought you wanted, even though I wasn't ready, and that scared me. This is just a lot for me to deal with but please don't try to push me away or anything. I'll try to be better." I reached out and grabbed her swiftly. She fit into my arms as though she belonged there, as though she was made just to be held by me. "I'm sorry baby. You're doing fine don't worry." I whispered into her ear as I held her tight against me. I held the back of her neck and I had one arm secured around her waist. I don't know how long I held her there but it seemed like an eternity, a fabulous eternity. Eventually Lauryn leaned back and looked at me with loving eyes. "So what are the plans for today?" She sat back into my lap and smiled with a childlike expression. Everything was fixed in her eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, just because I felt like it. "Today is up to you." I told her as I placed my hands on her hips. It was nice to just touch her in these small and inconsequential ways. "I want to spend the day in your bed..." "Lauryn, you aren't ready and we both..." "Gosh, would you let me finish?" She laughed then she hit my shoulder playfully. "I was going to say I wanted to spend the day in your bed watching movies. I saw you have a bit of a collection so I figured we could relax and watch some. I'm a bit tired of walking after yesterday." I agreed and that's how we spent the day. Lauryn and I continued our relationship for a good deal of time with no sex. I kept myself in line most of the time but there were times when things would get a bit hot and she would stop me. I never became angry or upset by that. But as time moved on I noticed that it was taking Lauryn longer and longer to stop me. In the beginning she would stop me if our kissing became too wild. If I would lean her back against the couch or press her against the kitchen counter to kiss her she would stop me after a few moments. But then she didn't stop my kissing, she would stop my touching. I would trail a hand across her ribs or her hips and she would stop me. Then that was alright too and the issue was kissing her neck. I couldn't do that, she wasn't ready and it tempted her too much. I understood this and soon I was stopping myself from getting too far. I knew the next step in her protestation would be me reaching her clothes and I didn't want to be tugging on her shirt just to have her begging me to stop. So by the end of the 4th month, I was working on my self-control more than anything. One night I invited her back to my place to hang out. It was a Friday night so I assumed she would spend the night. She parked her car in my drive way and walked into the house. I was in the kitchen plating some Chinese food I had ordered for us when she entered. She sauntered up into the kitchen and gave me a sweet kiss. "Hey there." She said in her cute little voice. "Hey babe. How are you?" I asked her as I continued getting the food ready. She pulled herself up onto the counter and stared playfully. "I'm good, honey. I missed you today while I was at work. It seemed like the day would never end. " she crossed her legs and sat back as though she was seated in a proper chair. "I already told you that you should quit." I slapped her thigh as I reminded her. I don't know how many times I had told her to quit her job at her father's company. She hated the long hours and demanding clientele but she loved her father. She tried so hard to please him and she loved spending time with him, her mom was a different story but she was daddy's little girl. He praised her work ethic and rewarded her by giving her more work which tired her out more than she would ever admit. "I can't quit, you know that." Lauryn leaned forward and pulled a piece of chicken off my plate. Then she continued talking. "Besides who's going to pay for all my pretty little outfits that you like so much." I knew Lauryn was joking but deep down I also knew that was part of the issue. She couldn't quit. Her dad's company managed hundreds of huge corporations and that meant that Lauryn made a great deal of money. I was incredibly lucky that I loved my job so much... It was at that moment that I realized a solution to her problem; well at least I thought so. "What if you worked for me?" I asked as I walked over to her. I stood in front of her legs and she opened them so I could get closer to her. I stepped between her widespread legs and she rewarded me by hooking her ankles around my hips. "Very funny, Frankie." Lauryn laughed and put her arms around my shoulders. She loved to hold me and be close to me. "I'm serious. I make tons of money personally and my shop is not only a multi-million dollar business but it is also international. I have cars shipped here from all over the world. If you managed it you could make enough to quit your job." I told her enthusiastically. I was completely exhilarated until I saw the look on her face. She didn't look so excited. "Frankie,..." She said my name admonishingly. It was like I was a child and my fantasies were becoming too big to ignore and they had to be shot down. So like any wise adult she was about to bring me right back to reality. "Baby, I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of step. I mean, I know we are doing great but what if something happens? What if you realize that you don't want to wait around for me? I'll be out of a job and I'll be out a girlfriend. I just don't know." "I won't stop wanting to wait for you. But I understand." I told her honestly as I grabbed her hips and pulled her close for a kiss. I added a kiss to her cheek just for the hell of it, and then I walked away from her, pushing her legs off of my waist. I handed her her plate and I walked with mine to the living room. The tension in the air was palpable. It was almost like a fog that seemed to fill the house. Neither of us really knew what to say. I was always trying to take steps to move our relationship to the next level and Lauryn was never 'ready' for anything. I offered her a drawer at my house, when I noticed she just kept using her purse as a mini suitcase, but of course Lauryn declined. I offered her a key to my place, after she ended up waiting at my door step for over 40 minutes while I was running late at work, once again Lauryn declined. I bought her a necklace that I was in a little jewelry store but Lauryn couldn't accept it. She said it was too expensive although she knew I could buy much more without worrying about money. So the necklace sat in my safe in its little box, the spare key was sitting on the kitchen counter where I had left it, and the drawer I cleared for her remained empty. What Lauryn didn't know was that every time I tried, and she denied me, I would cry just as soon as the door was shut behind her. I was at my wits end. I didn't know how to make her a part of my life and worse off, it seemed that she didn't want me to. I picked at my food, having lost my appetite. What had begun as a quiet and pleasant meal had ended up being an awkward mess. I was on one end of the couch and Lauryn was on the other. I placed my plate in the empty space between us and I pulled my legs up to my chest. For some reason my eyes traveled to the portrait of my mother over the mantel. I was seated in a similar position as the drawing. I don't know why that made me sad, well sadder. I wished she could've met Lauryn. Hell, I wished she could've met me. My dad had done a good job with me but as a child many a night I could stay up and cry, wishing she could comfort me. But I hadn't done that in years and suddenly as I looked at the portrait, I myself had made, I felt that urge to cry. And to make matters worse I no longer even had my father to comfort me. I was so blatantly alone in the world. I did have my cars though. My bright shiny huge chunks of metal that were, at the end of the day, inconsequential. A car couldn't hug me, or comfort me or cuddle with me at night when I got lonely. I was completely and utterly alone and Lauryn had no desire to change that in anyway. "Is everything okay?" Lauryn asked, gently bringing me out of my trance. It was like I had almost forgotten she was there. I looked over at her for a moment and remained silent. I watched the concern in her face as she waited for a response. I wasn't sure I had one. Was I okay? Probably not. I was like a fish trying to swim up Niagara Falls. I knew there was no chance in hell I would actually get where I wanted to be. I wanted a happily ever after with Lauryn but how could I when she didn't want ANYTHING with me. I sighed and chuckled sarcastically. "Peachy." I told her without even bothering to fake a smile. My eyes gazed back at the drawing. I didn't cry, I honestly think I was out of tears. I had been so lost about my relationship with Lauryn that I had no tears left to shed for my dead parents. THAT was depressing in and of itself. I heard Lauryn placing the dishes on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. Then I felt her slide next to me, her gentle hand caressing my leg that I was holding on to for dear life. I had my knees to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs, my chin on the top of my knees. "What are you thinking, baby?" Lauryn's hands trailed up and down my shin. I didn't really want to talk so I just shrugged. "You've got to let me in Frankie." Lauryn's voice was only a whisper but it enraged me. I had to let HER in. SHE was the one keeping ME out. I stood from the couch and walked towards the fireplace. I rested my head against the cold stones on the mantle as I tried to clear my head. I was going to yell at her, yell everything I felt inside, so I turned on my heels and walked towards her again but then I changed my mind. How could I pressure her into wanting me, again? As cliché as it sounds, I wanted her to want me; to want to be with me. I returned to the mantle only to turn around one more time. I had to tell her how I felt. It wasn't fair to leave her in the dark. "I'm not keeping you out, Lauryn; I'm trying desperately to let you in. I don't know how else to 'let you in' than actually giving you a key INTO my house, into my life, but you didn't want it. I don't know what you want from me. I don't know how else to try." I turned back to the mantle and tapped my fingers against it for a moment. Never in my life, until that moment, had I ever under how people could speak of silence as deafening but it certainly was right about then. I turned and walked over to Lauryn, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry for ruining dinner." And with that I walked out of the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom. I placed my hands on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, trying to think of my next step; my next with Lauryn, my next step with life in general. I was treading water and it seemed like I was sinking fast. I needed something to save me and I had to find it. I needed something... I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my hips pulling me backwards. I knew Lauryn's touch. Her graceful hands were embedded into my memory. I had their touch memorized. Just then, it felt like she was saving me; pulling me out of a swift current that was sure to drown me. At that moment I had to tell her how I felt and why I was so lost. "I'm in love with you." I whispered as I kept my back turned to her. I couldn't look at her face, into her eyes. I was horrified of what I knew would be there; fear, uncertainty, shock, insecurity. But honestly I was more afraid of what I thought would NOT be there; LOVE. Again there was silence. "I'm sorry about all of this." But this time I had nowhere to walk off to. I was already as far as I could get. Two feet from my bed and I couldn't move an inch. There was silence again but Lauryn's hands were still at my hips. I was torturing myself, and her for that matter, but I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. Lauryn took a step forward and her grip on my hips tightened. Her body pressed against my back and her hands wrapped around my stomach. Her head neared the back of my neck and I could feel her warm breath on my shoulder, causing me to shiver. Then she did the one thing I hadn't expected. She leaned close to my ear and hugged my body tightly to hers. "I love you too." She told me gently. Her lips kissed at my neck and I let my head fall back on her. I was lost and she had just said the one thing that brought me back to the path I had been searching for. Nothing mattered. Jewelry, keys, drawers, nothing mattered. I had her heart and she had mine, that's all there was and that's all I needed. With my head on her shoulder she kissed at my cheek and neck over and over. "I'll take your key if that's what you need to believe I'm really in this. But I want you to know a necklace or a drawer or a house key isn't why I love you and it certainly couldn't make me love you more than I already do. I think about you all the time and I don't need something around my neck or hanging on my keychain to remind me of what we have. I love you more than anything, nothing can change that." I knew I wouldn't shed any tears, I couldn't bring myself to. I had wanted her to say those things since the first moment I saw her. I knew I loved her on the very first date that I practically kidnapped her to. She was perfect in every sense of the word and she was perfect for me. "I'm going to grab our food and we can finish eating in here." Lauryn kissed my neck once more and then her calming and tempting touch was gone. She returned a few seconds later juggling both our plates, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. How she was doing it, I have no idea. She pretty much looked like one of those circus clowns who balance fragile glass and sharp objects. She placed the food and drinks on the bedside table then grabbed my hand and dragged me into bed. When she noticed that I didn't seem like I was in a much better mood she pushed me back onto the mattress and jumped onto me. Her fingers went to my sides and tickled me without mercy. "Come on. You totally need to lighten up." I flipped her over and pinned her down. I didn't tickle her, I didn't do anything. I just kept her down with my body, then after simply staring into her eyes for a moment, I jumped off of the bed and headed over to my closet. Lauryn was mumbling something about 'where the hell did I go' but I ignored her and journeyed to the back of my walk-in closet. In the bottom corner tucked away was my safe. I spun the dial, hitting the appropriate numbers and the door clicked open. I rummaged around like an idiot; shuffling papers, dropping jewelry, scattering the neatly stacked bills I had had so particularly placed. I finally found what I had been looking for in the very back under a stack of my important personal documents. A wide black velvet box with gold trim had been my goal and I had found it. I clutched my prize tightly in my hand. I walked back out to the bedroom and sat silently next to Lauryn as I stared at the box. "I'm not asking you for a lot. I'm not trying to pressure you into more than you can deal with. I'm not... I'm not trying to make you do anything. I just think that since I love you I should be able to give you things, small things like this. It made me think of you in the store and it reminded me of looking into your eyes and how I feel when I do. I bought this to show you I was thinking of you, not to spoil you or try to impress you." I held the box towards her and waited for her to take it. "I don't expect you to wear it all the time or on special occasions. I don't expect you to treat this any different than any other piece of jewelry." Lauryn finally took the box from me and just held it in her hands, playing with the golden edges. It looked like she wanted to open it but she simply refused to do so. A New Kind of Love "Even after I told you, you just can't accept it, can you? I love you, why do you need to give this to me? Why can't it just be enough? I tell you that I love you and you run to the closet to make me wear a necklace. What is that? This was supposed to be THE moment for us and you turned it into a power struggle. You used it as a way to win. I can't do this, I'm sorry..." Lauryn then stood and returned the box to me. She walked towards to door but I grabbed her hand before she was able to get away from me. She spun around and faced me with tears in her eyes. She tried to turn her body away from me but I grabbed her hips and forced her to look at me. I pulled her closer between my widespread legs. Her knees pressed the inside of my thighs but she kept trying to turn from her. My arms went around her waist and I held her firm. "This has nothing to do with power or winning or anything like that. The reason I grabbed the necklace was because the first time I saw it was the first time I realized I can't be happy without you. I looked into that shop window and it was like you were looking back at me. I want you to know how much I love you but I can't... I can't make you understand. I can't make you feel what I feel so I do the next best thing; I try to show you. It has nothing to do with money or pretty things. It has nothing to do with power and NOTHING to do with winning." I stood quickly and Lauryn and I were face to face. I tossed the necklace box across the room onto the ground and I took Lauryn's face in my hands. Our lips touched gently at first then more passionately. Her hands moved under my arms and crept up my back, holding me tight. Our tongues crashed together and Lauryn started backing up with me in her arms. We stumbled all over the room making out. Her soft hands trailed all over my back; from my hips to my shoulder. Lauryn suddenly backed up into the bed and I was shocked when she didn't stop. I paused our kiss long enough to back up and look into her face. She just smiled, a cute and very sexy little smile, and fisted her hand into my shirt and pulled us both back into the bed. She fell onto her back and I came down on her gently and we continued our kiss. She sucked gently on my tongue and almost refused to let go. I pulled my tongue from her mouth then took her bottom lip between my teeth. She giggled and picked up our kiss again. My lips trailed across her cheek and down to her neck. Her skin smelled and tasted like vanilla. It was sensational. Her hands held my back tightly. I used one arm to prop me up and the other was playing across her ribs. I didn't push her further than that, I knew her limit, so I was completely shocked when I felt her hands pulling up the back of my shirt, Lauryn had never been that aggressive before. Never. "Mmm..." I moaned out at the feeling of Lauryn's cool hands touching my bare skin but I knew I couldn't continue if she wasn't ready. I grabbed her hands and pulled them to her sides. "Baby, we should stop..." As I spoke Lauryn broke free, and ran her fingertips across my ribs causing me to shake a little. "Lo, we shouldn't..." Lauryn's fingertips moved to the front of my body, under my shirt, and ran her finger along the underwire of my bra. "Lauryn..." "Frankie, I know what I'm doing." Lauryn moved her hands back to my back and started kissing at my neck around my ear. "I love you and I'm ready." Her words immediately turned me on. I had never been that sexually charged in my entire life. I wanted to rip her clothes off and taste every inch of her but I calmed myself. I let her remove my shirt with no further protestation. A black bra was all that covered my chest. I lowered my head again and ravenously sucked and kissed at her neck. I trailed down her neck to the front of her throat but then I stopped. I sat up and pulled her top off. I went back to her lips and kissed and licked her entire mouth. I couldn't get enough of her. I kissed down to her throat and further down her chest. Her chest heaved under my lips. I was about to ask her if she really wanted to keep going but her fingers tangled into my long black locks and she just held me. I looked into her icy blue eyes and she stared back into my bright green ones. She gave me a slight nod and I returned my lips to her skin. Her bra had a clasp in the front so I unbuckled it and let it fall back. Before me where the most perfect pair of breasts that I had ever seen in my life. They were a full C cup, a good deal larger than my barely B cup sized boobs. Her nipples were hard, practically calling my name. They were beautifully pink; mine in comparison are more a light brown color. I looked into her beautiful bright blue eyes and she gave me another half nod with her eyes partially closed. I lowered my head once more and set out to complete the most important task I had ever undertaken; giving her more pleasure that anyone else had ever been able to do. I held her breasts gingerly in my hands and placed loving kisses all over them without touching her nipples or areola. The closer I got her nipple the more Lauryn moaned and heaved her chest at me but I stayed the course and made sure I had kissed every inch of her chest before I got to her tiny erect peaks. I ran my thumbs over her nipples to gauge her reaction. When the pads of my fingers made contact with her firm tips she shuddered and moaned loudly. She was VERY sensitive. I kissed her left nipple; she shuddered again and pressed herself towards me. My tongue snaked out on her cool flesh and she jumped a little. I looked up at her discreetly and noticed her eyes were closed tight, but this time there was no fear on her face only pleasure. Watching her face, I closed my mouth around her nipple and sucked. My other hand was giving her other nipple a generous massage. "Oh Jesus..." Lauryn called out and arched her chest towards me as she pulled me harder into her tits. My arms snaked around her back and held her there while I greedily sucked and licked her nipple. I nipped at the flesh in my mouth and Lauryn jumped in surprise. I used that time to switch nipples and give the other one the same treatment. Suddenly it was if my hands had minds of their own. They were gently rubbing all over her body. Her thighs, her hips, her ribs, her arms, her shoulder, all succumbed to my wandering fingers. "Please Frankie,... I can't take this anymore...Please..." Her breathy pleas were too much for me. Her fingers locked in my hair pushed me lower. As soon as I ventured to her stomach she was no longer forceful. She just played with my hair and let me have my way. I kissed, licked and sucked the sensitive skin on her stomach as I undid the button on her shorts. The zipper came next, and then I eased the shorts off without taking my mouth off of her. My tongue snaked around her cute little bellybutton and even dipped into it before she began pushing on me again. "Come on, baby... You're killing me here..." Lauryn complained as she tried to force me onto her panty covered pussy. I grabbed the inside of her thighs and rubbed firmly, causing her to spread herself for me. Her cute light blue panties had a very large and very noticeable wet spot. They were expensive and beautifully delicate which meant one thing, handle with care or else. Or else would mean it would shred into tiny pieces. I grabbed the waist band, in both hands, and tugged in opposite directions. Lauryn gave a little squeal as her last piece of clothing was torn off of her. "Take your clothes off... Hurry." Lauryn's sweet voice was driving me insane as she spoke. I could barely stop from driving my fingers into my own dripping sex to relieve the pressure. I backed off the bed though and tore my clothes off as fast as I could. I was pretty sure most of what I was wearing would have to end up in the trash. I climbed back into the bed and kissed Lauryn on the lips before even thinking of going between her legs. I needed her to know this was about love, not just sex. It was never just about sex with her. When I finally trailed down her body again, giving her gentle kisses every time I moved, Lauryn resumed playing with my hair again. Not leading, not pushing, but simply twirling her fingers in my long locks. She rubbed the back of my neck and I finally made it between her thighs. She gave out a loud sigh when I pressed my head against her thigh and breathed her scent in deeply. It honestly made me a bit lightheaded. I started in by kissing the smooth area between her sex and her thighs, that sensitive little area that made her jump and moan my name... oh how I loved that spot. I could finally hold back no longer. I parted her folds with my fingers and gave her a single broad stroke with my tongue from bottom to top, wisely avoiding her clit. "Oh dear god..." Lauryn moaned out loudly and bucked her hips a little towards me. I savored the taste of her before diving back in, pushing my tongue slowly as far into her as possible. I licked her wet inner walls and then I let my finger move stealthily to her clit, she writhed wildly when I flicked it at first. "Frankie, I'm so close baby..." She groaned out when I found her little button. I pressed her clit harder and began to push my tongue in and out of her, wiggling it while I moved. Her fingers in my hair got a little tighter and I knew she was close. My tongue became more and more saturated with her fluids until I finally felt her tense up under me and she practically bathed me in her juices. She let out a long string of ooh's and aah's and naughty words and sounds that I had never heard before. I sucked and licked her clean; running my tongue over her hypersensitive clit. She jumped a bit at this then pulled me up next to her. I kissed all over her face, smoothing out her hair and running my fingers across her face as I did. I whispered gently to her, "Are you okay baby?" My love for her was greater than anything I had ever felt. "Frankie, that was... amazing." Lauryn kissed my lips, ignoring the fact that I was covered in her sticky fluid, or maybe she wanted a taste. I kissed her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth just like I had done to her pussy. "I am nowhere near done with you." I moaned into her mouth. She shuddered a bit then nodded with a gorgeous blush covering her face. I kissed her cheek and trailed my hand down to her still moist pussy. My finger tapped her clit for an instant then slipped between her slick lips. Lauryn sucked in her breath as I eased my index finger into her. I curled it up immediately and searched for her special spot. It didn't take me long to find the sensitive spongy tissue that had her crying out and bucking all over me. I pressed the heel of my hand onto her clit and she let go of what little restraint she had. She turned her head from me and buried it in the pillow beside her, muffling her screams of ecstasy. I pumped my hand in and out of her then joined my middle finger to the first. She erupted almost immediately. She had an orgasm like none I had ever seen. She cried and bucked and thrashed and shook. I let her calm down before removed myself from her body. After licking my hand clean, and drying it on the sheets, I grabbed Lauryn's face and turned her to me gently. "You don't have to hide from me." I whispered as I kissed her lips briefly before moving to her cheek, nose and forehead. "I love you and I want to see you enjoying yourself. I want to see how good I can make you feel." Lauryn nodded then kissed me back a little. We lay cuddling silently for a long time. It wasn't an awkward silence. It was comfortable and relaxing. Neither of us felt the NEED to speak until Lauryn finally leaned towards me and spoke. "Frankie, can I ask you something?" I held her body, nodded, then waited for the question. "I was wondering if you could... maybe like... well during sex.... in the future if ...you're willing, at least once. I want you to...use a..." Lauryn paused and blushed. I knew what she was asking. She wanted me to get a strap-on and fuck her silly. She wanted me to express that power over her. In reality I would love to. To be able to slide in and out of her while holding her tightly and being able to run my hands all over her. It sounded like a marvelous idea. "I know what you want, baby-girl." I kissed her and got out of the bed for a moment. I returned a few minutes later with exactly what she had wanted. "How did you...?" Lauryn eyed the pristine package and looked at me in wonder as if I had produced the box by some magical force. "I got it about a week ago. I know you and I figured you'd want to try it eventually. I picked it up and stored it here for the perfect time. Everything I do, I do with you in mind." I kissed her again and handed her the unopened package. "I don't know if I can right now, I'm so sensitive..." "Yes, you can." I leaned close to her ear and nibbled on it a bit while I spoke in a harsh gravelly voice. "And we are." Lauryn shuddered a bit but nodded and opened the box. She gave the instructions a once over and began to strap the device onto me. It was on odd feeling having THAT appendage attached to my body. But it wasn't a bad feeling; I had simply never experienced it before. Lauryn's eyes went wide when she saw that it was a bit bigger than average. "Frankie, I don't think I can take..." "Lauryn, baby, don't think so much. Let's feel it out. If it doesn't feel good then we won't do it." I kissed her cheek then gently pressed her back into the bed. I knelt between her legs and rubbed her swollen and wet pussy with the tip of the fake phallus. She closed her eyes softly and leaned her head back into the bed, rolling her head around a bit with obvious pleasure. I pressed the tip into her and she jumped a little. I immediately stopped and leaned down to kiss her. Our tongues met and danced and teased each other. I was only in her an inch but I didn't feel the need to push into her any further. I enjoyed simply kissing and touching her but my slight movements were suddenly maddening for her. "Come on babe, stop teasing me." Lauryn's nails glided across my back, down to my ass and she pulled me into her. I plunged all that was left into her tight body and she screamed out... what an impatient woman she was. I held her body tightly and kissed the pain away as much as I could. Her nails dug into my ass and I knew I would have marks all over me for a long time. I can almost still feel her claw marks on my back. "Oh my love, what am I going to do with you?" I whispered into her ear as I rubbed her hip gently hoping to alleviate some of the pain from in-between her legs. "Sorry..." Lauryn mumbled out. Her eyes were shut tight and I could see the anguish on her face. I stayed still and didn't move an inch. Pulling out could hurt her just as much if she wasn't ready for me to move. "Don't be sorry, baby. You didn't do anything wrong. We just need to take it slow and you got too excited for your own good." I whispered my words gently into her ear and kissed all along her neck. As I rubbed her hip I used her own body to her move her around the fake cock. It was only a fraction of an inch but Lauryn was whimpering then moaning with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over gently so that she was riding me. The back of the strap-on rubbed obnoxiously onto my clit, giving me the pleasure I had needed so much. "It's so big..." She moaned as she began slowly rocking back and forth. Her hips were against mine so it was buried all the way in but she was taking it all like a trooper. "Are you okay? I mean, is it too big? We could get a different one and try again a different day. " My pleasure took a back seat to her comfort. If she said stop I would've, like I had done every other time. This was no different. Lauryn shook her head and kept sliding back and forth. My hands grasped Lauryn's hips. I didn't push her or pull her or guide her in any way. I simply rubbed at her sides and followed along with her motions. "I'm getting close... Ohh..." Lauryn panted out as she began moving faster. "Me too." Lauryn's pumping was becoming less fluid and relaxed and more rushed and wild, not that I was complaining. I just knew she would be sore later on. As soon as her body started to spasm I flipped her back onto her back and took over. I placed her legs on my shoulders and got a good even rhythm going. She was making a low grunting noise that let me know although she wasn't completely comfortable with it inside her, she was enjoying herself. Her orgasm picked up again just as mine did. I felt my knees grow weak. Then we both lay completely spent on the bed. I threw off the strap-on and cuddled closely to my love. Lauryn was still shaking a bit. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her head over and over. She cuddled tight against my chest and panted wildly. She kissed at the skin around my shoulder. I had never felt more comfortable than at that moment. Her breathing calmed and I was pretty sure she had fallen asleep or that she had passed out. I couldn't be sure which. Lauryn woke up a few hours later. I was the one who wasn't in the bed this time. I was seated about five feet from it in a small and very comfortable leather chair. I had my sketch pad in my hands; I had been doing charcoal sketches of her while she slept. I had filled my book with at least a dozen drawing of her as she had been tossing and turning in my bed, completely naked. She rolled over and opened her eyes sleepily. "Hi." She said in a gravelly voice that sounded both sleepy and sexy. Her bright blue eyes seemed even more brilliant when she smiled. "Hi." I grinned and started a whole new sketch. "I heard a noise... Are you drawing me?" Lauryn asked with a lazy yet puzzled look. I just nodded and continued with it. "How very sexy of you." I laughed a little but kept on drawing. When I was finally done I closed the book up and placed it back in my nightstand. I sat on the bed next to my girlfriend, who was lying on her side, and I gave her a sweet kiss. My fingers grazed her cheek and brushed a few blonde locks of hair out of her face. I reached behind me, to the corner of the bed and I grabbed the jewelry box once more. I handed it to her and she just looked at me in a sad and semi depressed way. She thought I was going to ask her to wear it. "This is yours. It doesn't matter what you do with it. Dump it, sell it, pawn it or flush it down the toilet if you want but this is yours. It was yours the moment I saw it. I'm sorry if you felt like I pushed it on you before, it wasn't my intention and that's not my intention now. It's simply a gift. No more important than a bouquet of flowers or a card or anything else I get you." I kissed her again then jumped in behind her in the bed. She turned the box over in her hands a couple of times; I assumed she was thinking about what the hell she was going to do with it. After a few moments she placed the box on the nightstand and rolled over in my arms. "Of course I'm going to keep it. I would never throw it out or sell it or whatever else you said. You cared enough to get think of me while you were out and I appreciate it I do but in my life these types of gifts meant bad things. It meant 'I'm sorry I cheated'. It meant 'Sorry I hurt you.' It meant 'I'm sorry for leaving'. I don't want those types of gifts anymore." Lauryn's words hurt me for some reason. She had immediately thought the worst then she hadn't known how to take it back. "I'm not trying to apologize with gifts, Lauryn. I didn't do anything wrong. I love you more than anyone else ever has or ever will, and even if I do do something one day, I won't try to fix it with a present. I won't ever leave you. Not in a million years." I pressed my lips to her lips and kissed her. "I won't hurt you. Ever. I promise." I kissed her cheek. "And I won't ever, ever, ever cheat on you. Of those three things you can be completely positive." A New Kind of Love Lauryn threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me deeply. I stayed calm, even under her abrupt attack of love. When she was satisfied that my tongue did indeed belong to her, she relinquished her hold on my mouth but she gave me dozens of little kisses around my face. I loved her so much it is literally impossible to describe the feeling that overtook me when I held her tightly in my arms, or when she drifted off into a deep sleep. Three months, one week and four days after that glorious night when we first made love, Lauryn and I were happy, as we had been every night since then. We had been together for about 7 and a half months total. It was a cool and breezy night when Lauryn and I dealt with our toughest battle. The night was beautiful and we were at her house for a change. It was a little smaller than my place but I loved it more than my own simply for the fact that it was hers. Lauryn was lying in the bed, naked, and I was standing by the opened window with a sheet wrapped around myself enjoying the fresh air. "You look really sexy over there." Lauryn purred in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. I glanced over my shoulder to look back at her. She was lying on her back with a thin sheet loosely covering her exquisite form from me. Her blonde hair was tussled and carelessly thrown about all around her beautiful face. Her face was a bit flushed from the round of passionate sex we had just recovered from. I could've sworn I could still see a bit of my juices on her lips. "Yeah well how about you come and do something about it..." Just as I spoke the sound of an engine and a flash of headlights caught my attention from outside the window. "Hey babe, looks like you have company... Black Lexus?" "Damn it." Lauryn groaned in frustration as she jumped swiftly out of the bed and ran to her closet. "Lauryn?" I was beyond confused at that point. Lauryn rushed back into the room with a pair of jeans. She rustled about trying to find a shirt to hide her perfect tits. "Baby, what wrong? Who is it?" I asked just as she put on a bra and then a loose t-shirt. Lauryn rushed over to me, grabbed my face in her hands then placed a divinely sweet kiss on my lips. "You know I love you more than anything but I need you to stay in here. My parents..." I stepped back from her in shock. She didn't need to finish her sentence for me to understand. "They don't know..." "Frankie, I've wanted to tell them and I know I promised that I would but..." Lauryn stepped closer to me and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my lips onto hers. "I love you so much. Don't let anything make you doubt that but please do as I ask. I'm begging you." Lauryn forced another kiss then rushed out of the room just as the doorbell rang. I paced around the room for a second before sliding to the ground near the door. I rested my head back against the wall and listened. There was nothing else I could do. I heard some light chatter before I heard them all enter the house. Her second story bedroom overlooked the living room so I could hear every word they said without even wanting to. "So, what are you guys doing here?" Lauryn asked in a noticeably shaky voice. "Your mother and I were having dinner nearby and decided to stop by and see how you are. How are you, darling?" A man's voice said. I assumed it was her dad. "I'm great..." "Honey, there is a car parked behind yours in the driveway. Is someone here?" It was a woman's voice that time; her mother. "Uhh... No. Of course not; a friend left it here over night." Lauryn answered. "That's terribly rude. They blocked you in." Her dad quipped in an uninterested voice. "It's a nice car though. What friend of yours drives a Ferrari? It looks awfully familiar." "Just a friend dad..." "Wait doesn't that car belong to that mechanic girl?" My blood was boiling as I sat there on the ground. "Yeah dad it does. She is a good friend and decided to leave her car..." Lauryn was interrupted once again. It was sad to hear how little her mother valued what she had to say. "I heard she's a lesbian." Lauryn's mom said in a gossipy voice. At that point I was about to bust out of the bedroom completely naked but I refrained out of respect for my girlfriend. "She is, mom." Lauryn answered back. "I don't know why you would want to hang out with someone like that. I'm sure she is planning on making a pass at you. You're a beautiful young girl; it's only a matter of time." Her mom's condescending voice infuriated me. I sat my ground waiting for the love of my life to come to my rescue. I waited for her to defend me in some way... but she didn't. "She's my friend, mom..." "Alright, honey, that's great. But we better get going, it's late." Lauryn's dad said. I heard him kiss her and move out of the living room. "Remember what I said, dear. I know about these things. Be careful." Lauryn's mom kissed her daughter then left as well. To my total and complete shock Lauryn said "Alright, mom, I will. See you later." right before her mom left. I stood and began pacing again. I listened to Lauryn's parents' car drive away then Lauryn finally returned to the room with a relieved look on her face. She pulled off her shirt then walked over to me slowly. "I'm so glad that's over." She said as she tried to kiss me. I took an involuntary step backwards. That was what she had to say to me after THAT. 'I'm so glad that's over'? That was the best she would do? "Come on Frankie, that didn't mean anything." She continued. "It didn't mean anything?" I repeated. I was sure she could sense my anger but more than that my pain. Just 30 minutes prior Lauryn had been holding me tightly telling me how much she loved having me in her life but now, according to her mother, I was a dangerous lesbian threatening to 'turn' her. "It meant everything." I added. I moved past Lauryn to grab my clothes and I put them on in a hurry, ignoring the fact that the t-shirt was inside out. "Frankie, don't be like this. Please baby, I'm sorry. My parents are just... they don't understand." Lauryn kept trying to grab my hands but I kept pulling away from her. I snatched my shoes from the corner of the room then left the room. Lauryn followed close behind. I grabbed my bag from the kitchen counter, which luckily for Lauryn, her parents hadn't noticed. I walked towards the front door but Lauryn stood in my way. "Baby, you just don't understand..." "I guess I don't." I admitted angrily. "See, because I thought that you loved me and that I loved you and that's all that mattered but I guess I wasn't as clear as I thought because I'm just your 'friend' and you have to be careful around me and my kind. You never know what we lesbians are up to, right?" She had a look of shame on her face. It was tough for me to her beautiful features contorted that way. Her eyes looked down to the ground and her shoulders slumped forward. She felt bad, it was written all over her body but that didn't change her words and it certainly didn't change how much those words, or lack thereof, had hurt me. Lauryn's eyes finally looked back up at me. It was saddest look I had ever seen on her lovely face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say to them, I don't, but I know that I love you more than anything. Please don't leave me, not like this." My heart broke at her plea. She could've been confessing to murder and I would've forgiven her. I dropped my bag to the ground and Lauryn took that as a sign that I wouldn't leave. She rushed forward and threw her arms around me. "Thank you baby, thank you so much. I swear I'll fix all this. I'll tell them and I'll make it all better. Trust me." Lauryn leaned in to kiss my lips put I pulled away from her. "You told your mom we're just friends. I would hate to make a liar out of you." I turned around and headed back to Lauryn's room. I had a feeling that things were going to get tough for us. Lauryn and I slept on opposite sides of the bed that night, instead of snuggling close like we always did. I left early the next morning before she woke up. She called me a few hours later; I guess it was when she woke up. "Hello." I answered my phone and I was totally pissed. I didn't even look at the caller id. "Hey, baby, it's me..." "Lauryn?" I asked in mock surprise. "You must have the wrong number. This is just Frankie. Your friend, remember?" "Frankie, don't be like this. You know that I'm totally and completely in love with you. I just can't tell them but I know it's what you want..." "Funny, because that's not what you said last night. Besides, I shouldn't be the only one who wants it. Don't do it for me, do it for you... for us. Well that's if you need an 'us'. I don't know if a 'BFF' relationship is what you really wanted all along." I spat back at her. Lauryn sighed then went on for twenty eight minutes about how I didn't know what her parents were like and how I couldn't understand how hard it was for her; she loved me but didn't know what to do. Then when she realized she wasn't going to get anywhere with me she sighed and reminded me that we had dinner plans at her house. I curtly agreed then got back to work. The guys at the shop noticed my foul mood and a couple even ventured to ask. I responded by telling them to mind their own fucking business. The hours dragged on and so did that night. I barely spoke to Lauryn and she didn't have much to say to me either. We went to bed that night in separate houses. Our lives dragged on like that for four days before there was any change. On that fourth day I was working in my garage at home, working out some of my frustration when Lauryn drove her car up and stomped angrily into my opened garage. I was going to think of a wise-ass comment but she acted before I could. She walked up to me quickly then pushed me roughly. I stumbled back a couple steps but I kept my balance. "I hope you're happy now. This is all your fault." she yelled at me. "I told them and now neither of them want to see me again. They said they're ashamed of me. I did it because I need you. I did it so you would love me again and now my parents don't love me anymore." Lauryn broke down and started sobbing. She fell to her knees on the oil stained ground of my garage and just wept uncontrollably. My heart tore into a million pieces and a few tears began to fall from my eyes as well. I dropped my tools and rushed over to Lauryn pulling her tightly into my arms. "I'm sorry." I said slowly as I rocked Lauryn back and forth. She grabbed my arm tightly and cried heavily on my shoulder. I helped her to her feet then walked her into the house. We both sat on the couch and Lauryn continued to cry on me. At that moment I had no idea why I had demanded that from her. I wasn't sure why having her love hadn't been enough for me. I wasn't sure why I had made her destroy her family. Her career as well I assumed. If her dad didn't want to see her I guess he didn't want her to work for him either. I had made her lose both her family and her career to make her prove she loved me when in reality I had known all along. "Lauryn, I don't know what to say to you. I never wanted you to end up like me, without parents to turn to. I shouldn't have..." my tears gave way again and I couldn't speak. I had ruined her life. How could she even stand be next to me, let alone want my love? "Just tell me that you love me again. Tell me I didn't do it for nothing..." I could barely understand Lauryn through her sobs but I did understand her desperation. "Baby, I never stopped loving you. I was hurt and upset but I never stopped. I couldn't if I tried." I pulled her head close to my chest and kissed the top of her head over and over again. I then dragged her up to my bedroom and pulled off her clothes. I placed her crying frame into my bed and tucked her in. Over the next few hours I brought her all the things I could think of to make her feel better. I spent three days by her side trying to nurse her broken heart. Nothing worked. She barely ate anything, even when I demanded it. She just slept and sobbed and repeated the cycle. Finally when I could think of nothing else I kissed her forehead and told her I would return to her soon. "Promise you'll come back to me." She said desperately even though she was in my house and it wasn't like I would just run away from her and never go back. "Always." I promised with one final kiss. I ran out the front door and got into my car. I drove straight to Lauryn's work where I was sure her father would be. I walked swiftly into the building bypassing a snooty front desk clerk who ran after me asking me about my 'scheduled appointment'. Then she threatened to call security and so on and so forth. I spotted the biggest set of doors which had the words "MAXWELL ROBERTS" written across it. That was the door I wanted. I barged in and the older man, who I assumed was Lauryn's dad, looked at me like I was insane. "My name is Francesca." I told him. The bitch of a secretary offered to call security but Mr. Roberts declined and told the girl to leave. "May I help you with something?" He said with an obvious look of distaste. I was sure he already knew exactly who I was and why I was there. "She needs you." I said, practically begging. I was no longer angry; I was ready to grovel if it would help Lauryn. "Look, Ms..." "It's just Frankie." I said quickly, although I didn't know why. "I don't know what you think but I'm not the bad guy. Lauryn is... She is my pride and joy, my little princess but I can't let her make this mistake. I can't stand by and let her ruin her life." He seemed so sincere that it was hard to dislike him even though I wanted to. He honestly thought he was doing what was best for her. Then he continued talking. "I love her more than anything. I don't want to do this but I have no choice." "Mr. Roberts I don't know what to do to help her. She is currently at my house, lying in my bed crying her eyes out. She has been for three days. I know what you and your wife think of me and I'm not here to make you like me or to make you think I'm best for her. I just need her to be okay and she needs you. I love your daughter more than life itself but she loves you that way too." "Frankie, I can't. My wife doesn't approve of this... 'lifestyle' and I can't let Lauryn throw away her future to be with you. I wish I could help." He sat back in his chair and shook his head softly as if he was trying to make a decision. We sat in silence for several minutes. "You really love her don't you?" "More than anything and I'll do whatever she needs and if she needs me to go away so she can move on with you guys then I'll do that too. I want her... I need her to be happy and she can't be happy without you." Mr. Roberts rubbed at his face then looked up at me. "I let my wife convince me this was for the best, that if Lauryn was forced to make a decision she would choose correctly. My wife told me she hadn't chosen correctly but now I'm positive she has. I'll apologize to Lauryn but I can assure my wife won't change her mind. This will break up my marriage but I can't let my wife do this to my daughter." "Please come and see her." I would've gotten on my knees and begged if he would've asked me but he only nodded his head and grabbed his coat. I drove back to my place in a hurry with Lauryn's dad close behind. I parked askew in my drive way and Mr. Roberts just pulled in behind me. I led him into my house and Lauryn called out to me from the kitchen without even seeing me. "Baby, you're back already? I was kind of afraid you had run away from me and my craziness forever..." Lauryn's voice sounded so small and she sniffled as she spoke. It broke my heart. She walked out to see me and gasped at the sight of her father. "Daddy?" Lauryn looked from her father then back to me over and over again. She finally ran into my arms and hugged me tightly. She whispered how much she loved me about a million times. When she finally let me go she looked at her father sheepishly. "Kitten, I'm so sorry. Can you forgive your foolish old man?" He stretched his arms out and picked her up a bit when she went to him. He swung her around like a toddler and at that moment I fell for him. I loved him simply because she did and because he loved her enough to forsake his wife, the love of his life, to make sure Lauryn was okay. "Daddy, I love her and I can't leave her. I won't." Lauryn cried on his shoulder. "I know honey." Lauryn's dad kissed her cheek then put her back down on the floor. "I won't ask you to. I've never met anyone, besides myself, who loves you as much as that woman does. I wanted you to do what was best for you but I had never stopped to think you already had." Lauryn looked back at me and walked over slowly into my widespread arms blushingly. "I love you." I whispered into her ear as we hugged. She whispered the sentiment back. "I'm going to give you two a few minutes alone. I'll be upstairs, baby, whenever you're done we can talk." I kissed Lauryn's cheek then walked off. I lost track of the time but some time later Lauryn found me sitting on the back balcony drinking a glass of wine. She sat in my lap with a huge smile across her face. I could tell she had cried but she looked happy. Her bright eyes shone brightly and I marveled at how gorgeous she was, inside and out. I had been so wrong about her when I first met her. There was no greater person in the entire world. "Is everything alright now?" I asked her as my arms encased her waist. Her arms took a hold of my shoulders and she shook her head slightly. "No... but it will be. I have you and everything else will work itself out. I don't know how to thank you for whatever it is you did to get my dad to reconsider." Lauryn pressed her face into my neck and breathed in deeply. "I just asked. I honestly didn't think it would work but I had to try. You were completely right it was all my fault... it still is. I shouldn't have asked you to force that on your family. I never got to tell either of my parents about me and I never even thought about how it could affect your relationship with them. I just thought you were trying to hide me and it hurt me that you wouldn't want..." "It wasn't your fault, I'm sorry I said that. I knew what would happen so I guess I did prefer to keep you all to myself. Which I guess is the same as hiding you but I was just so scared when I thought you didn't love me anymore that I had to do something...anything to make you..." Lauryn spoke directly into my neck but I couldn't let her think that I had stopped loving her. "Baby, I could never stop loving you." I held her tightly to my neck and kissed the side of her face. "I will love you forever and nothing will change that. You're everything I ever wanted and everything I need." I felt gentle tears brush on the inside of my neck and I knew Lauryn was crying. Her chest convulsed softly against me. I wrapped my arms around her back and pressed her body tightly to me. I whispered words of love and devotion to her in Italian although she had no idea what the hell I was talking about, I felt it was right and she did seem to call down a little. I kept kissing her face and she clung to me as if it was the only thing she could do, I guess maybe it was. She took a deep breath again and kissed my neck before whispering to me. "God, I love how good you smell. I've been obsessed ever since I met you." "That's what 200 dollars an ounce will get you." I joked as I kissed her playfully. "No," Lauryn was soft about her words but she was firm in her delivery of them. She kissed at my neck and I could even swear that I left her tongue on my skin. "I know your perfume and I can smell it when other people wear it but it's never the same as it is on you, never as yummy. You just smell so good all the time."