3 comments/ 20251 views/ 0 favorites Roses By: Silvercatseye Author's note: The writer in this story is 26, Lessia is 24. All actions described herein took place between consenting adults and the relationship was established the year Lessia turned 19. -Silver ------ DEAR DIARY, I think of roses every time I think of her. The glowingly soft, perfectly petalled rose so aptly described her as though it might have been her name, rather than the more exotic Lessia. My beautiful woman, the girl I knew and ignored for so many years. Oh, how I long for you, Lessia. Even though I know you'll be over later tonight, just after you get off of work and freshen up, I'm still aching for you. To see you walk through the door, slim and lovely beyond compare. To see the candlelight glisten on your dark hair, swinging softly over your shoulder. To see the silk blouses that you love so much slither to the floor and expose your perfectly formed breasts, high and firm and crowned with darkness. To feel the warmth of your glorious body press against me, and hear the hot breath of your voice as you whisper "take me." Diary, I would take her every day and every night, if I could. I know she has to work and so do I, but I wish there were a setting on the clock that made the night twice as long as the day. Or a secret formula for determining lottery numbers or something. What I would want above all else is to have my Lessia every moment of the day. To feel her. To taste her. Why roses, you ask? Well, for so many reasons. Her skin is soft, tender and silky to the touch, just like the petals of the rose. I remember one time I scattered rose petals all over the bed and she and I slept in it. The contrast of cool petals and her hot skin almost drove me wild. Then there's the way she moves, that dip-and-sway of a lissome blossom. She's so graceful. I hated her when I was growing up, because next to her I was the completely uncoordinated klutz. But now I know better. That's her signal that she needs something. Just like the flowers dance in the breeze to call the bees. And then, of course, there's her smell and her taste. She always smells like roses, the heavy-sweet fragrance of fully ripened blooms baking in the bright sunlight. The smell of the cleft between her breasts and the incredible, overwhelming scent at the top of her thighs. I smell roses and she is the only woman I can see. And she's so perfect, Diary. I can't believe how lucky I am to have her. She's all the world to me. Here I am, sitting in my bedroom, and telling you all about this. But I've got to wait. She'll be here very soon. Shall I tell you how this night will go? I know, you see. I don't think I'm psychic or anything, but I can definitely describe it. She'll be walking into my living room in about an hour. Wearing her favorite long-sleeved red silk blouse and a wraparound skirt. She'll be barefoot; she's always said she likes the feel of my super-soft carpet on her bare feet. I've spent hours cleaning this week alone. And there'll be candles only. She's so gorgeous by candlelight, or moonlight, but there are too many clouds for the moonlight tonight. She'll slide into the room, graceful as a flower. Even thirty feet away, I'll smell her, her petal-like skin already flushed with her dew of anticipation. The sharp incredible scent of roses, mixed with the unmistakable odor of an aroused woman. And she'll stop ten feet away. Stop and look at me. Then she'll dance. I wish I had the words to describe her dance. It's like nothing else on Earth. A dipping, swaying gently-smooth flow and interplay of muscles, echoed by the sway and fall of her long dark hair. I'll see glints of her teeth and her eyes as she shows off herself to my hungry, no, ravening gaze. Somewhere in the dance, somehow, the silk will puddle onto the floor, red against cream and she'll play coy, shaking her hair down over her breasts so that her nipples glimpse through the gossamer strands. And then, her skirt will fall away, uncovering her baby-smooth mound. She'll do that deep back bend I love so much, her breasts thrusting proudly into the air, and her legs flexing and spreading to display her dripping self. Back bend turns into handstand and then to some sort of yoga pose as she rolls back to her feet. She'll hold out her hands and I'll pull her into me, hugging hard, feeling the slick sweat of her body and her shuddering heat as she twines and writhes against me. Her breathing will already be heavy, and her nectar will be trickling down her thighs in a steady stream. Somehow, my clothing will be off as well, and she and I will be tangled on the big bed I bought just for us. She'll be ready, oh so ready, but I can't, not just yet. My second favorite activity, I need to taste her. I'll dip my mouth to her breasts, lapping at the already stiffened nipples, sliding my mouth of the curves and into her valley, feeling her hands clench into my hair and her moans as I stoke her heat even hotter. The tender kisses as I feather my way down to her navel, and then lick further down with a flat wet tongue. Her hands pushing me further and further down to the source of her greatest immediate need. The burst of rose as I reach her center will threaten to overwhelm me. The lightest dusting of peach-fuzz will tickle my lips as she spreads herself as wide as she can for my mouth. She'll groan in deepest pleasure at the long gentle pressure of my tongue as it slides up along her gaping slit, teasing the small muscles low down, gliding across the expanse from bottom to top until the tip of my tongue scrapes lightly across the rock-hard button now exposed from its sheltering hood. Two, perhaps three of those licks and she'll go rigid, her legs locking around my head as she teeters on the edge and then, with that last little rough flick on her clitoris, tumble over into orgasm. I can bring her to orgasm three or four times like that, Diary. Sliding my tongue into her channel to dine on her ambrosial fluids. Stroking her outer lips as she recovers from the little death, and then bringing her back up to the peak and tossing her over again by focusing on her clitoris and that super-sensitive expanse of soft skin right above it. But eventually, my mouth won't be enough. She'll push me away. Push me onto my back and smile in the candlelight. The edge of her hunger is sated, and she's ready to play a bit more. Before she and I got together, I really wasn't into blowjobs. They didn't do much for me. But with her, they're oh-so-special. She's so talented, and to think she never tried this before me. Everything she knows about giving head is because she practiced on me. The long slow licks along the sides of my shaft to bring me to an aching hardness. The bathing of my head in her saliva by swirling her tongue around it like an ice-cream cone. And then, she'll envelope me, sliding me into her mouth, one smooth slow move, back along her tongue, past the soft palate and into her hungry throat. She loves to do this, knowing that I can't hold out. Four or five of her slow moves to deep-throat me and I'll be gushing a creamy torrent straight down into her stomach. Which is exactly what she wants, Diary, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish her off. With that first blast done, I'll be ready for long-term action. She'll spend a nice long time on the shaft, avoiding the head until the nerves cool back down and I'm ready again. Then, she'll spread those impossibly long legs again and straddle me, looking down into my eyes from her own passion-hazed ones, as she grips me and edges me into her core. It's amazing beyond words, Diary. She clasps me in an embrace that feels like silk that been soaked in hot water, dripping her fluids along my shaft to lubricate my entrance. And she'll take it slow, pushing herself slowly down onto me until I'm fully seated in her. She likes to start slow, her legs trembling as she fights the urge to slam herself down on me. And then she'll start rocking her hips moving me deep inside her to rev her engine... ...and then... Then she'll lean forward, to give me the best access she can. And she'll whisper to me..."Take me." I will pound into her, and she'll slam herself back to impale herself on me. Every stroke will be savage, hard, brutal as she desires it. Hard and thick and fast slamming into her tight-closed cervix as she wails and pants for more more more. She'll come hard, clenching every muscle in her body. And then I'll roll her over, still inside her, and mount her. Folding her legs up so that she's almost bent in half. And I'll pound her again, holding her still, nearly helpless under my onslaught as she cries out for me to keep going, to keep hammering into her as she convulses into orgasm yet again. By the time her second orgasm has faded, I'm ready once more. And I'll lock my mouth with hers as she swallows my hoarse cry of her name as I erupt into her. Another torrent, just like I gave her into her throat. The blast will be enough to light her up and over the edge one more time. And we won't be done yet, Diary. After both of us have come down from the clouds of heaven, she'll teasingly whisper that she's all messy. That I should clean her up, since I'm the cause of that mess. And so my favorite part begins. I'll slide back down to those lovely legs, still parted, and with her center glowing a bright cherry red and swollen with lust. A small spill of my creamy seed will be trickling out of her when I arrive and I'll catch it on my tongue. And then trace it back up to dine on the mixed fluids of our lovemaking. She'll pulse and push as much of the creamy mixture, both hers and mine, as she can for me to eat. And towards the end of that incredible dessert, she'll top the whole thing off with one final mind-bending orgasm. That's what tonight is going to be like, Diary. And I'm sorry I have to leave you right now, but Lessia should be here any minute. I've got to go get ready. Light the candles. Make sure the bed is ready. I'll see you tomorrow Diary. After Lessia leaves for the day. * * * * * The investigator closed the leather-bound journal and looked at psychiatrist Dr Sweetwater. "And you say there's more like that?" "Oh my, yes," replied the doctor. "Dozens of such entries. " "And every one of them that...graphic?" "Indeed." The doctor polished his spectacles on his coat. "He's documented dozens of encounters with Lessia, and only with Lessia, I might add. Whatever his faults, he is at least constant. " "Constant," the investigator snorted. The doctor shrugged. "Many people with this kind of compulsive writing tend to move far past the single person, and range into the depths of extreme perversion. He hasn't. His stories are all about romance and sex as a backdrop to the romance. Of course, there's no telling where the stories will go, but as long as we supply him with pens and his diaries, he appears to be quite happy." "How long before he's capable of standing trial?" "Oh, I don't think that will ever happen," the doctor said sadly. "He's totally broken with reality. He'll undoubtedly live here for the rest of his life. This, I know, is no comfort for his family. I wanted to show you that diary to help you understand what was going on between him and Lessia." "You're saying that this was real?" "Oh yes," Dr. Sweetwater nodded vigorously. "There's no doubt that there was a fully realized and consensual affair between them. From what I've read, I believe that her announcement that she was getting married to someone else pushed his already fragile sanity over the edge. You've shown me the crime scene photos, and I can tell you that something of that nature requires rage. Rage mixed with obsession. It wouldn't have mattered to him that he and Lessia could never have legally married; the fact that he was going to lose her was enough to tear him loose from reality and cause him to kill. If it's any consolation, I don't believe he will ever be violent again; Lessia is his sole fixation." The investigator handed the journal back to the doctor. "And there's no other indication of why he killed Lessia? Other than the sex?" "None. Nor is there ever a mention of his relationship to Lessia other than as a lover." "He never mentions that she was his sister?" "No, never." "How..." The doctor shook his head sadly, thinking of the young man asleep under the sedative in the cell five doors further down the corridor. "It happens, Detective. Sometimes, it just happens like that." Roses Roses. They're remarkable when you think about it. All across the world, people present them to the ones they most adore. Not as a mere gift, but as a tangible symbol of sincerest love. A cynic might call such a universal gift 'uninspired'. After all, it's common knowledge that the gesture is replicated millions of times across the world, every year. Yet the vast majority of people who receive these humble offerings will feel truly special in doing so. To hold one between your fingers is to feel the very affection it represents. Their innate ability to express what is so often inexpressible transcends the borders of spoken language, politics, wealth and even time. Have you ever wondered why they have such a natural connection to the magic of love? The answer lies in a little-known tale that has never before been recorded for posterity. An ancient tale, that lovers share while embracing naked beneath the stars. A tale of a man named Epimonos. Epimonos was not a mighty warrior, nor a hero of the great epics. He was a diplomat of no consequence -- a minor envoy dispatched by the Athenian assembly to assist with their governance of Corinth. There came a point in his journey where Epimonos noticed the road to Corinth was becoming overgrown. Within an hour, he had lost the road completely amid the long grass. With no path to guide him, all Epimonos could do was continue walking in the direction of the setting sun. Epimonos' wandered across hills and fields until he came upon a lush grove at the foot of a small hill. Trees and bushes of all types and sizes stood all around, yet with enough space between them for a person to move about freely. Melodious birds filled the air with their song as they fluttered between the branches of the taller trees. The ground was covered with grass that was greener that any he had ever seen in his life. The beauty of this place was almost otherworldly. For a while, Epimonos worried that perhaps he was trespassing on Olympus itself. Some distance away, behind a dense bush, Epimonos heard what sounded like a soft, distinctly feminine sigh and a simultaneous huff of exertion. As he tentatively ventured towards the odd noise, he was stopped by the most extraordinary sight. Before him, countless patches of clover instantly blossomed into full flower, as if the motions of springtime had suddenly rippled right through the grove. Epimonos stared at the landscape in sheer amazement, unable to believe his own eyes. He wrestled with confusion until a figure rose up behind the bush where he'd heard the noises. Forgetting about the clovers for the time being, Epimonos strode briskly towards the figure. As Epimonos came within just a few feet of the bush, the obscured figure suddenly twitched as if it had heard him approaching and been startled. A moment later, it bolted towards a nearby tree, giggling sweetly as it ran. Whoever or whatever it was moved with impressive speed. Epimonos only caught a brief glance of the figure. But it was definitely a humanoid creature and judging by its slender proportions and hourglass curves, it was female. She seemed to be stark naked and, oddly enough, her shoulder-length hair was the same color as the grass. Upon arriving at the tree, the creature leapt up the trunk with inhuman swiftness until she had climbed to one of the lowest branches, several yards above the ground. Driven by curiosity, Epimonos followed her. As he came a little closer he noticed the wide brown eyes staring down at him keenly, from atop the branch. Epimonos was a little uncomfortable being watched from on high like a hawk's prey. Yet somehow he felt the creature meant him no harm. A second figure arose from the same place the first one had appeared. However, this one moved at a more relaxed pace. As he stepped out from behind the bush, Epimonos could clearly see that this being was just an ordinary man. The stranger was tall, with a robust physique and looked to be mid-twenties in age. He was cloaked in a toga that he was still in the process of wrapping. "Hail and well met, friend," the stranger said as he raised his hand in greeting. "I am Odigos of Thermopylae." "Hail! I am Epimonos of Athens," Epimonos replied with a nod. The slight bulge in the middle of the stranger's toga made Epimonos uneasy. He hoped it wasn't a sign that the stranger had a carnal interest in him. "You, too, have come to partake in the hospitality of the great dryads, Epimonos of Athens?" Odigos inquired with a smile. "Dryads?" Epimonos repeated in surprise. So that's what that flighty creature must have been: a dryad, a legendary tree nymph. He turned his head to see if she was still watching him from her tree branch. She was. "Uh, no..." Epimonos continued. "It would seem I am lost. I am an envoy making my way to Corinth." "Ah! You haven't lost your way so much as you've been led astray," the friendly stranger chuckled heartily. Upon noticing the confusion on Epimonos' face, he elaborated, "Many of us have travelled far and wide seeking this garden. Tales abound of its many beauties and pleasures. But then some visitors come to this place without ever seeking it. They are drawn here deliberately by the dryads, with their magic." "But why? What would they want with me?" Epimonos asked. "They want from you what they want from all of us, friend; to mate," Odigos explained with a jolly smile. "Every year, at the dawn of spring, the great dryads bring a handful of mortal men into their garden to be their lovers." Epimonos now understood why Odigos had had an erection when they'd first met, and was relieved to notice that by now it was almost completely gone. Odigos continued, "These dryads are the mistress spirits of all plants. In order for their species to bloom, they each need a man to fertilize their womanly valleys. We couple with them and flowers all across the world open as we fill them with new life. We are here to bring about spring, and I assure you, friend, it is a most agreeable task." Epimonos was speechless. Nymphs were notoriously very attractive and very uninhibited creatures. The dryad sub-class was no exception. To be 'chosen' as a consort for a tribe of these women was a marvellous prospect. Yet, an overwhelming one in some regards, also. "I mean you no disrespect, but it would be foolish to spend any more time conversing with a man, when there are many sweet maidens around willing to offer their company," Odigos said. He was already walking off towards some other area of the grove. "Go! Explore the garden! Enjoy its bounty. There is ample food and fresh water and many comely dryads still waiting to be seeded. The ones who have already been tended are not frigid, either," he advised, before turning his back on Epimonos and leaving. "Th... Thank you," Epimonos absently replied, after Odigos was already out of earshot. He turned his gaze up into the towering tree nearby once more. The dryad was still up there, gazing at him. She flashed him a flirty smile before turning and climbing higher until she disappeared among the leaves. With a bemused sigh, Epimonos left as well, deciding to take Odigos' advice and explore the grove for himself. He found the lovely birdsong that flowed throughout the garden particularly charming. As he made his way through the garden, he passed dozens of dryads, with their numbers seeming to grow denser the further he explored. Every single one of them was the archetypal ideal in terms of feminine physique. They were all slender, with long legs and fine hourglass figure. Their breast sizes varied, ranging from almost cantaloupe-sized to being virtually flat-chested. But each one knew how to carry her body in a way that made her extremely attractive. They all moved with confidence, and an enticing sway in their hips. Epimonos' maleness began to grow firm after only a few passing glances at some dryads. The dryads' were quite varied in their shades of skin (if one could call it skin). Some were as fair as pine timber, some were as dark as ebony, some were lime green, and there were all manner of shades in between. Yet regardless of her color, each dryad had a 'grain' running all across her body, like one would see on a plank of timber. Some even had swirling dark 'knots' upon them in place of birthmarks. In many regards, they had the appearance of wooden sculptures. Some even had a few leaves or small vines growing from their bodies. Yet they moved with the flexibility of a fit human woman. The breasts of the more buxom dryads were a paradox unto themselves. They didn't jiggle as the creatures walked, suggesting they were solid. Yet Epimonos discovered another human man locked in heated foreplay with a dryad, and he could see her breasts yielding to the man's caress like tender peaches. Most of the dryads wandered around nude, but some of them wore flimsy brassieres and loin coverings fashioned from large leaves and held together with thin strands of creeper. Their faces were each unique, yet similar in their faerie-like sweetness. Their features were delicate and they had doe-like eyes that would captivate any man who gazed into them. As he explored the garden, Epimonos noticed many of the dryads watching him with bedroom eyes. It seemed that satiation for his sexual cravings would be easy to find. Apart from the dryads, Epimonos had also noticed many fruit-bearing trees along the way. Some of which bore fruit significantly larger than their mortal-world counterparts. He had also seen several other human men. It seemed that fertilizing every plant on earth was a process that required many sires. He had not actually seen the fresh water that Odigos had mentioned. But he had heard the sounds of a babbling brook on a few occasions. The garden catered to a man's every essential need. It provided nothing more than the simplest comforts, which in a way was what made it so appealing. Epimonos was sure he would be very happy there. Even though he had not yet seen the entire garden, he had satisfied his curiosity for the time being. He thought about seeking out a comely dryad to proposition. But before he had a chance to do so, he was distracted by the distant sounds of harp music. Suddenly, his curiosity was piqued once more. The prospect of a harp seemed out of place in a garden that spurned civilization. Epimonos set off to find the source of the music. He soon realized that the sonata was in perfect harmony with the singing birds. As the notes became clearer, Epimonos found the melody more and more delightful. His investigation bought him to the top of the small hill at the back of the garden. A tall ash tree with a wide trunk grew at the summit. Just in front of it stood a squat bramble bush that looked almost like a couch in shape. Epimonos could see someone sitting on the 'couch,' with their back to him. At first, he assumed it was yet another dryad. But then he realized that this creature was unlike any dryad he'd seen thus far. A long, sharp spire protruded from each of its shoulders and the outer sides of its arms were lined with many smaller spikes. The creature's back was likewise covered in many pointy spikes, each between 3 and 4 inches in length. Its hair, which reached partway down its back looked like dark brown pine needles, yet somehow seemed far more hazardous, like porcupine quills. Epimonos kept following the music, soon realizing that the mysterious creature and the music's source were one and the same. Before the spiky creature sat a shiny golden harp, which she elegantly plucked at with her long, pointy fingers. As he approached her, Epimonos realized that the creature had much in common with the dryads. Her body was distinctly feminine in shape, with an ample bust swelling above her slender waist. Her olive skin tone had a wooden grain running all across it, too. In fact, the only marked difference between her and the dryads were the spikes all over her body. Like some of the dryads, the harpist wore a botanical and brassiere and loin covering. Her bra, however, looked like it was made from the tough shell of a seed pod. The cups were covered with thorns, like a prickly pear and the entire neckline looked as if it had been bevelled down to a razor-sharp edge. A skimpy, yet husky plate of bark protected her nether regions. It, likewise, had a razor-sharp edge on top, to cut anyone foolish enough to try to reach inside. The harpist must have sensed Epimonos' presence as he came within a few feet of her. The music ended and her head whipped around with anxious speed to look at him. Her face had foreboding characteristics much like the rest of her body. Big, hook-like barbs curled down and away from her cheekbones. A smaller pair protruded from the sides of her chin. The ends of her eyebrows twisted into long, straight spikes that extended several inches away from her face. Yet beneath those deterrents, her features were just as gentle and sweet as any of the other plant spirits Epimonos had seen. Perhaps even more so. Her wide, hazel eyes gazed up at him in alarm. "I... I'm sorry," Epimonos apologized. "I didn't mean to startle..." Before he could finish his sentence, the creature sank into the bramble couch and seemed to dissolve into its tangle of thorny vines. "No! Please, don't be afraid," Epimonos humbly protested to the brambles. He wasn't even sure if the creature was still inside. "I mean you no harm. I just wanted to see who was playing that music," he explained. There was no reaction whatsoever from the botanical couch. The sudden silence seemed somewhat eerie compared to the pleasant melody that had accompanied Epimonos up the hill. Even the birds had stopped chirping. "Please come back," Epimonos pleaded. "I won't hurt you. I promise." He stood there for almost a minute, waiting patiently for the mysterious being to emerge from her thorny sanctuary. Eventually he decided that she had either magically disappeared to some other place, or that she still felt threatened despite his assurances of peace. Feeling disappointed and guilty for scaring the poor creature, he started back down the hill. A few minutes later, as he wandered the garden, the music resumed. Epimonos smiled. Roses Once again, he climbed the small hill where the harpist played. Today, however, he made sure to approach her from the front. He was certain that if she could see him coming from some distance, she wouldn't be startled and flee. He neared the summit with a friendly smile. His eyes met with those of the harpist's at a distance of about forty yards. This time, instead being afraid, she glared at him in displeasure. That didn't deter Epimonos. He would eagerly make amends for yesterday's intrusion if need be. By the time he was within ten feet of the spiky creature, she was scowling in annoyance. She stopped playing and once again descended into her bramble seat. "No!" Epimonos called, breaking in to a jog "Wait! Please don't go!" The harpist's retreat wasn't so urgent this time. Epimonos was actually able to see her legs and torso 'fraying' into dozens of bramble stems as she sank into the couch and became one with it. But she was still completely gone by the time Epimonos reached her side. He sighed in frustration. "I mean you no harm! You have my word!" he reiterated to the motionless bush. "I came to tell you that your music is wonderful. I like it very much. "Please come out and play some more," he requested. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. I'd like to be your friend." No response. He waited patiently for her to realize he spoke the truth. He was certain that she was somehow inside the bush, and that she'd heard every word he'd said. While he waited, he took a moment to admire her magnificent harp. The workmanship was superb. A floral bas relief had been forged into much of the solid gold frame. Against the tall side of the frame, a figure of busty dryad leaned forward with a seductive smile. Epimonos reached out to feel the careful detail of the decoration. But just as he made contact with the harp, a rapidly-growing bramble vine snaked out of the bush and coiled tightly around the harp. Its branches encircled the frame and weaved between the strings, ensuring an unshakable hold upon the harp. Epimonos' hand quickly recoiled as the vine all but consumed the harp. He looked over to the bush and saw two hazel eyes imbedded in the stems of the bush, glaring furiously at him. All the leaves of the bush rustled wildly, though Epimonos had felt no breeze blowing. The sound was distinctly threatening. "You're right. It's doesn't belong to me. I shouldn't have touched it," Epimonos conceded as he looked directly into the bitter eyes of the bush. "I meant no harm, but it was wrong anyway. I'm sorry." His apology did nothing to soften the harsh gaze of the bush. It was clear the bramble spirit didn't trust him in the least. Epimonos realized that continuing to violate the creature's personal space would only make her angrier at this point, so he calmly stepped away from and returned to the main garden. Roses Epimonos chuckled triumphantly at the sight of her enjoying his offering. While she drank, he bit into a nectarine he'd been keeping in the folds of his toga. While he was down in the garden, he'd taken the opportunity to retrieve two of them, three apples and another full bunch of grapes, so that he wouldn't go hungry again today. Once she had drunk all the water, she glared at Epimonos in frustration again. But this time there was an elusive softness in her eyes. Some quality... perhaps the bitterness, wasn't there anymore. Epimonos gave her a friendly smile, still intent on forming a cordial, perhaps even fond connection with her. The harpist's gaze dropped to the ground, as if she felt ashamed for treating Epimonos so rudely before. The harpist took her seat and immediately began a slow, sweet sonata that warmed Epimonos' heart. Nightfall came. On this night, the harpist continued playing well after sunset. When she finished her last sonata for the day, she gave Epimonos a look as if to say, "The show's over. You can go now." There was no malice whatsoever in her eyes this time. Epimonos gave her an understanding nod. "Tell me something," he said to her, just as she was about to disappear into her couch. "What are you?" he asked, as he stood up and approached her. "You seem to be a plant spirit, like the dryads. But your features aren't like theirs." The harpist seemed to take slight offence at this observation. She stared at Epimonos reluctantly, as if she were inclined not to respond at all. "Please tell me," he pleaded. The harpist still hesitated. "You know, the other tree spirits give men a moment of their womanly favors in return for an offering of water," Epimonos remarked, prompting a look of shock from the harpist. "All I ask from you is one answer for a simple question." The harpist seemed humbled by his logic and nodded in agreement. "I'm a great dryad, too. Just like all the others you've seen," she told him. "Okay. But how come you're so... spiky?" Epimonos asked. "You have your one answer," the harpist bluntly retorted, before descending into the bramble tangles of her couch. "So I have, dryad," Epimonos nodded with amusement. "So I have." Roses As the song proceeded, Ponane slipped into a more natural demeanor. Epimonos had noticed earlier that she often seemed to lose herself in the moment as she played. Before long, Ponane's self-consciousness had melted away and her voice became utterly incredible as it found strength and smoothness she never knew it had. She sang as if no one were watching her, yet delivered a performance worthy of an audience of the gods themselves. Epimonos sat and listened with bated breath. Tears welled up in his eyes and his body was covered in goosebumps, from the sheer beauty of Ponane's song. He was so consumed by her that he could physically feel himself being lifted and lowered as the notes rose and fell. Her song carried him like a boundless eagle from the heights of happiness to the darkest depths of despair, to the breathtaking dashes of exhilaration. With her wordless melody, she eloquently conveyed tenderness and dignity, wonderment of nature's glory, suppressed sensuality, aching loneliness and dreams of love that never were, and of course, the pleasure and pride of playing the finest music. Epimonos lost all sense of time as he savored Ponane's song. When she eventually finished, he was left reeling from the emotional ride she had taken him on. Ponane opened her eyes after plucking the final string of her song and watched Epimonos expectantly, visibly apprehensive of what his response to her intimate performance would be. Epimonos simply gazed at her, motionless, his mouth gaping in awe. "You..." he eventually croaked, in a barely audible voice, "You are the most beautiful woman... ever." Ponane's gazed recoiled from him as she turned aside, shyly. For a brief moment, it looked as if she were trembling. "You should go," she uttered in a calm, yet clearly upset voice. "Ponane..." Epimonos gently tried to protest, but was swiftly cut off. "You have to go. Now!" Ponane asserted in a much harsher tone. "I didn't mean any offense," Epimonos assured her. "You were summoned here to fertilize the sisters, not harass me with your tiresome gawking," she ranted, almost to herself. "You wasted all these days, when you were supposed to be bringing forth the spring. "Go! Go down and mingle with the dryads who actually want you around. Go gratify yourself against their seductive bodies and bring them to flower. Leave me alone," she said, coldly. "Ponane, I don't understand," Epimonos countered in exasperation, marching over to her side, trying to get her to look at him. "We were getting along! I thought you liked me?" "I don't want to like you!" Ponane snarled, rising from her couch and staring Epimonos square in the eye. "I don't want to be fond of you! I don't want to have feelings about you! I don't want to want to have se..." she hesitated, awkwardly. "I don't want to want something I can never have. Look at me, Epimonos. I'm not made for affection, I'm not made for companionship; I can't get close to anyone. I'm covered in spikes. I'm meant to be avoided. "I don't know why you are so slow to realize that, but whatever the reason, it's a quality that I can't bear any longer. Go find a spirit who can indulge your advances. I... I don't want to see you again," she declared, turning away once more. Epimonos didn't respond at first. He was stunned by what Ponane said... and what she hadn't said. Eventually, Ponane, who was shuddering like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown spun back toward him and snapped, "Have you gone deaf? I said..." Epimonos wrapped his hands around her face, instantly lancing the flesh of his palms on the thorns of her cheeks and pricking his fingertips on the quill-like hairs above her ears. He winced in agony as he pressed his lips amorously against hers, silencing her mid-sentence. The feel of her warm, yielding lips filled him with intoxicating bliss that quickly numbed the pains in his hands. A confused series of delighted and distressed whimpers escaped Ponane's mouth as her tongue instinctively reciprocated the caresses of Epinonos'. "No, please! You can't do this," Ponane implored, as soon as the kiss broke. "I could hurt you so mu..." Again, Epimonos silenced her with a passionate kiss. He could feel the many spikes of her body prodding him through his toga as he encroached upon her. He knew they were only a couple pounds of pressure (if that) from puncturing both the garment and his abdomen. But that no longer mattered to him. No injury from those thorns could be worse than the terrible thought of never touching, never holding this remarkable, gorgeous woman. "No, Epimonos. Don't! Please. Please," Ponane wept when the kiss ended. Her spindly fingers were tenderly stroking the side of his face. By now, thick pools of blood were welling around Epimonos' hands. Epimonos lunged forward for a third kiss and the sudden movement caused Ponane's sharp index finger to make a bleeding scratch along the side of his forehead. He brought his body even closer to hers and felt the sting of a couple of spikes from her belly breaking his skin; small prices to pay for the tenderness of her kiss. Despite her protests, Ponane couldn't stop herself from wrapping her other arm around her admirer for a tentative embrace. "You have to stop. We can't do this!" Ponane whimpered, softly shaking her head. Epimonos gasped in pain as he lifted his hands off her thorns. "See?" Ponane said, noting the blood smeared all across his palms. "You have to go, before it gets any worse!" Epimonos responded only by tilting her chin up with his finger and leaning in for yet another long kiss, during which, he scratched his chin on a thorn from Ponane's chin. More of her bodily thorns made shallow wounds upon him as he moved even closer to her. He felt the many spikes from her husky bra pressing against the fabric covering his nipples. Luckily, the close concentration of those spikes seemed to create a 'bed of nails' effect that prevented them from breaking through the toga. Ponane's resistance dwindled and she embraced him more intently. With her other hand, she cupped the back of his head as firmly as she dared. By the end of their next kiss, she had given up asking Epimonos to see reason and instead simply gazed at him pleadingly. By the end of the following kiss, her eyes were filled only with apprehensive longing. The conflict inside her was maddening; she desperately wanted to be with him and she desperately wanted him to be safe, but she could not have both. Epimonos wrapped his arms around her. He caressed her back with intermittent bouts of care between moments of reckless abandon. He cut and scratched his arms countless times on the spikes growing from Ponane's back and sides, yet his desire for her only grew stronger. His hands bravely persevered past every hazard that assaulted them, determined to discover every single place where they could safely be intimate with her. Their kisses grew longer, hungrier. Epimonos' grunts of pain whenever he injured himself became indiscernible from his sounds of arousal. Ponane was swooning and moaned accordingly. Her embrace was quite intense now and her sharp fingers and barbed arms snagged and eventually shredded Epimonos' toga. As she continued adoring him, her fingertips accidentally made long scratches across his back. They were so close to one another. A subtle turn of Ponane's leg was all it took for one of her long spikes to make a three-inch long cut across Epimonos' thigh. They'd been kissing for what seemed like ages when they finally paused. Their breaths were ragged, their bodies possessed by impractical urges that neither of them could resist any longer. Epimonos set about removing her shell-like brassiere. He cut his fingers on its sharp edges and pricked himself on several of its thorns just trying to get a workable grasp of it. Eventually, with no little exertion, he managed to tear the sturdy coverings asunder. Ponane's breasts were full and extremely pert, yet delectably lithe to the touch. Shallow nipples were centered on her large, chestnut brown areolae. Much to Epimonos' delight, her breasts were unmarked by any prongs or sharp edges -- it seemed that her bra had been all the protection they needed. They kissed passionately some more as Epimonos cupped and fondled her erogenous tits, which up till now had never even felt the caress of a gentle breeze. Her nipples tightened and hardened after just a few seconds. With their mutual arousal rapidly building, Epimonos soon abandoned Ponane's breasts to remove her botanical loin covering. They were of a similar nature to her brassiere: hard, bark-like with many spikes and razor-sharp edges. Though his previous efforts with the brassiere were a helpful guide, he nonetheless cut and scratched his hand and forearms numerous times before tearing the garment away from her sacred slit. The smell of Ponane's arousal made Epimonos' heart pound like a drum. It was the most magical aroma he had ever smelt - floral, mildly sweet and bracingly erotic. It elicited the fondest thoughts for this hazel-eyed nymph and redoubled his yearning to be as close as possible to her. It took all of Epimonos' reason not to pull her body right against him right then, likely skewering himself on her bodily spikes. He caressed her mons in a circular motion, working his way down to her nether lips. His maleness, already throbbing with anticipation, quickly grew to full erection as he gently massaged the outer folds of her sex. Ponane seemed even more excited by his vaginal teasing. By the time he began to slip a finger inside she was moaning intensely and shuddering. "Are you okay?" Epimonos whispered, a little unnerved by her overt reaction to such timid foreplay. "I think... I don't know -- I've never..." Ponane panted in excited confusion. Then she noticed the reluctance on Epimonos' face and cast her uncertainty aside. "Yes! Yes!" she asserted, sealing it with a kiss. "Don't leave me... Don't stop," she purred against his lips. Epimonos was quick to resume his foreplay and briefly caressed Ponane's womanhood a little more before moving his hand around to squeeze her shapely butt. By this point, much of her body was already painted in streaks of his blood. Meanwhile, Ponane peeled off his partially shredded toga, taking care not to damage it any further. Now both completely naked, the virile man and virgin dryad kissed and tenderly embraced a while longer, until they gazed into each other's eyes and knew it was time to share the act of love. Ponane layed down upon the ground and Epimonos knelt before her. She parted her thighs as much as she was able; hoping to give Epimonos safe access to her opening, but a couple of thorns from her inner thighs remained in hazardous positions. Epimonos wasn't deterred. With a smile he shuffled up between her legs and placed the head of his cock upon her glistening hole. The clearance between the thorns and his hips was no more than an inch on either side. Ponane gasped and arched her back slightly as his ample maleness filled her quivering snatch, inch by blessed inch. The sun departed beyond the horizon, leaving the couple to relish Aphrodite's spell. Epimonos began to gently thrust against Ponane's loins, leaning over her slightly and bracing himself with his arms. It was a precarious position. One slip and he would fall right on top of her, impaling himself upon her spikes, which would likely prove fatal. But sharing this moment of closeness with her was worth that risk. Her barbs and brusque manner no longer disturbed him. He could see the lovely, vulnerable soul hiding within and he was smitten. Ponane began to writhe and sigh as pleasure welled within her nether regions. An uncharacteristically delighted grin washed over her face. After a while, she sat up and stole kisses from Epimonos -- tender kisses, which soon became incongruous with the vigorous motions of his hips. The thorns of her inner thighs scratched him periodically, as his gyrations became more careless. Epimonos' breath became heavy and Ponane could tell that he would climax soon. She layed back down, to savour the final moments of her first sexual experience. The heady warmth that had spread throughout her body had plateaued nicely. It elicited a sense of contentment in her heart as she felt Epimonos filling her, stroking her most personal depths. Then, it happened: for the first time in her adult life, she let her defences down. It wasn't even a conscious decision. But after all his unfaltering patience; all his respect and kindness; his romantic bravery in simply touching her, she couldn't bear to let her wall of distrust remain between them for another moment. She submitted to him completely, letting him bring her to any physical or emotional sensation, no matter how frighteningly intense. The stirrings of coital rapture began to envelop her almost immediately. With her emotional defences gone, her outward ones soon followed. The thorns all across her body rapidly became dry and frail, eventually crumbling to brittle slivers or dropping off like dead twigs. The tremors of their sexual activity shook the last splinters of the spikes from her belly. The long, rigid quills of her hair collapsed in an instant, becoming as loose and innocuous as regular human hair. Even the gruesome, elongated tips of her fingers broke off to leave agile, rounded fingertips. Within seconds her body was as smooth and luscious as any other dryad in the grove. Their eyes met for a brief moment and Ponane caressed Epimonos' face with her new fingers. Her look of gratitude spoke volumes. Although he didn't fully understand the process, he realized that their feelings for each other had somehow caused her transformation. Epimonos began to pant ominously as his maleness throbbed with irresistible excitement. Ponane cooed and squirmed uncontrollably as her womanhood teetered on the brink of something wonderful. Three short gasps precipitated her magnificent climax. It began with a spasm in her sex that rocked her entire body, leaving a wake of unbearable ecstasy. She let herself go and dissolved into a storm of pure sexual energy. Her arms and legs seized around her lover -- clinging to him desperately as tears seeped through her clenched eyelids. Epimonos came with a bestial roar. His cock surrendered immediately to the orgasmic embrace of her womanhood and unleashed his hot load in a frenzied discharge. He buried his throbbing organ inside with all his might, spilling his essence into her deepest flesh. Ponane's manic moans echoed throughout the sacred grove, much like her enchanting melodies, except for its chaotic manner. Her song excited many of her dryad sisters so much that they sought out a human companion for immediate release. A few were so aroused, they preferred to share a convenient partner rather than prowl any longer. Ponane and Epimonos trembled as their mutual orgasm smouldered into a state of warm, blissful exhaustion. They absently nuzzled each other as they struggled to catch their breath. Ponane was the first to fall gently back to earth, followed soon after by Epimonos. He padded soft kisses upon her shoulder and gently caressed her heaving bosom for a few seconds, before rolling away to recuperate by her side. "We... we made love?" Ponane asked with an air of disbelief. "Mmm, Yes," Epimonos happily confirmed. "I never dreamed I would ever get to make love," she confessed, emotionally. She sat up and gazed down at her lover, at first with unspeakable gratitude. But the sight of him quickly became horrifying as she took stock of all the damage she had inflicted on him. His entire body was covered with bloody scratches, scrapes and punctures. Many of the wounds were weeping significantly, though not enough to be life-threatening. She almost broke down at the realization of all the pain her stupid bitterness had caused this wonderful man. But before she could, he reached up and tenderly caressed the side of her face with a loving smile. His forgiveness only humbled her all the more. As the carnal cries of men and dryads periodically sounded from distant points of the garden, Ponane cleansed Epimonos' wounds with her tears of joy and bandaged the most serious ones with the shredded remains of his toga. After every injury had been tended to, she layed down and snuggled up to him. Epimonos wrapped his arms around her lusciously smooth body and held her close -- now able to do so without injuring himself. As they rolled around the grass, kissing, they kept their bodies pressed firmly against one another, so that not even the smallest gap of air divided them. Then when they were ready, they shared the adventure of sex a second time, before falling asleep in each other's arms. Roses Epimonos grinned broadly. "I lo..." he began, before being overwhelmed by extreme drowsiness. His beloved harpist became a blur as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The last thing he saw was the last-quarter moon... climbing to its zenith. It was time for him to go. Roses Sam Stafford is a grouchy old man who lives up the road from us. Well when I say old, he's probably in his early thirties, but from the arrogant young age of eighteen, thirty is old. Especially the way he acts at times. He does, I will admit, have a green thumb, and his garden has the best roses for miles around. Come spring he had an amazing display. That's partly what led to the trouble. I'd been on my way home one evening and I was walking past his place. The roses smelled wonderful. As soon as I got home I nipped into the garage and grabbed mum's secateurs. Then it was back to Sam's garden. I was quick. I snipped of about a dozen beautiful roses in no time at all. I was just reaching for one last rose when Sam came charging out. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you thieving little bitch," he bellowed, charging down the path towards me. I didn't stop to explain. Explain what? I was caught red-handed. Or rose handed, anyway. I just gave him the finger and bolted, carrying my loot with me. Fortunately he didn't bother to chase me, although some blood-curdling threats came floating over the air. Geez, I thought. All that fuss over a few roses when he's got hundreds. I was feeling quite resentful, and if I'd known a way to get at him I would have. That was the frame of mind I was in when I was putting the secateurs away and my eyes fell on a can of spray paint, aptly coloured Rose Red. My brother had been using it on his bike. A high gloss enamel. Did I dare, I wondered? I did, I decided. Sam Stafford had yelled a few very rude things at me. That evening I went back and used the spray paint to draw flowers and smiley faces all over Sam's car. Mean, I know, but he'd really got my goat. He might suspect it was me but he'd never prove it. I thoughtfully dropped the empty can in someone else's rubbish bin. Heading to work the next morning I was freshly irritated to see that Sam's car was spotless. How, I wondered, had he been able to see the paint and how the hell did he clean it off so quickly? I made a note to ask my brother. Arriving home that evening I was surprised when Sam rang the house asking for me. I thought he was probably going to have a go at me about the paint and the roses, so almost refused the call, but then I realised that he had no proof. All I had to do was deny everything and that would be the end of it. "Good evening, Karen," Sam greeted me when I took the phone. "I was hoping that you might see your way clear to coming over later so that we could have a little chat." "Oh, I don't think so, Mr Stafford," I said regretfully. "I don't see that we have anything in common to discuss." "Really?" came a rather dry reply. "What about such subjects as roses and spray paint?" "Neither of those interest me in the slightest," I said rather smugly. "Hmm. How about closed circuit television, with night eye, full video recording and potential police reports?" Oh my fucking god. I'd got so used to those silly little cameras on his house I'd forgotten all about them. Could they really see at night? I had no idea but a nasty feeling in my tummy said probably. It explained how he saw the graffiti early enough to clean it off. He probably saw me spray it on. I wondered why he hadn't barged out and caught me in the act. "Um, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I prevaricated. "And I'm sure that you do. I'll expect to see you at eight. If you're not here I'll file an official police report and you can fight it out with them and good luck on that. They're hot on graffiti right now. So shall I expect you?" "I'll be there," I muttered, cursing the man. "That's good. Oh, you might want to bring a chaperon." A chaperon? What century was this guy from? "Why on earth would I require a chaperon?" I asked. "To make sure I don't molest you when I put you across my knee and spank your bottom," came the reply, and the bastard hung up before I could react to that. Spank me? Who did he think he was kidding? He wouldn't dare! I was uming and ahing all evening, wondering if I had the nerve to go and front up to Sam and then wondering if I had the nerve not to go. Would he report me to the police or not? I wouldn't put it past him, I finally decided, which meant I'd have to go. I fronted up at Sam's place right on eight. I was dressed to kill and I'm very attractive when I go all out, even if I do say so myself. He didn't even bat an eye, blast him. Was he gay as well as old and senile. Sam escorted me into the front room and we both sat down. Looking at him sitting there it finally occurred to me that the early thirties isn't really all that old. And while Sam wasn't film start handsome, neither was he a gargoyle. And I'd never noticed all those muscles before. "No chaperon?" he quizzed me. "No. Nothing is going to happen that would require one." "Really? Obviously I should have warned you that the spanking would be on your bare bottom," he drawled. "I see you have dressed for the occasion. A dress is so much easier to lift up compared to wrestling off a pair of jeans." "Oh, come on," I protested. "All this fuss about a few roses and your car's not damaged. Why be so selfish about a few roses when you've got hundreds." "Oh, perhaps because I may have hundreds of normal roses but only a few prize winning ones," he informed me. "Someone stripped a dozen of my best roses and now I'll have no entry to the flower show. Such a pity, isn't it?" Prize winning roses. I hadn't even given the potential value of the roses a thought. They'd been pretty and so I picked some. He apparently saw the shock I felt, because he continued. "You know, if a young lady had asked if she could have a few roses, I'd have picked out a nice bunch for her. As you say, I have hundreds. I'd have just made sure they weren't the ones scheduled to be taken to the flower show. Pity about that, isn't it. Shall we address the issue of the car?" "Um, yes, I was way out of line there," I admitted, eating humble pie. I had to do something because I was in more trouble than I'd expected. How was I to know he showed his roses? "Damn right you were. If I hadn't spotted you at your mischief and got out there with some WD40 that paint would have ruined my panels. If that had happen it could have cost up to ten thousand to get a quality repaint job. I suspect that both the insurance company and the police would have been having discussions with you about it. You may thank me for acting quickly and hauling your ass out of a shitload of bad news." Ten thousand dollars to repaint a car? Was he kidding me? He was looking at me and nodding his head. "That's right," he said. "Up to ten thousand dollars for a quality job. I googled it earlier as a matter of curiosity. Now do you see why I'm feeling a little peeved?" "What are you going to do?" I asked, feeling sick to the stomach. "I've already told you that. I'm going to spank you. Just a little something to help get the message across. Now come here." That last bit had the snap of a command that will be obeyed and I was on my feet and moving towards him before I even realised it. I faltered to a stop a couple of feet away. "Now lift up your dress while I take down your panties," the monster ordered. "You're not serious about a bare bottom, are you?" I whispered. "I can understand wanting to spank me, and I'm sorry, I was stupid, but do I have to take down my panties?" "No, you don't," he said smiling and my heart jumped, only to sink when he continued. "I've already said that I'll take them down for you. Lift your dress, please." "What happens if I don't?" "Irrelevant, because you're going to." He just seemed to pin me with a look. I swallowed and started easing my dress up. He kept looking at me, obviously expect the dress to keep going higher. I stopped when it was showing the edge of my panties but he didn't move. Just kept watching and waiting. I gulped again and hitched the dress higher. "Very nice," Sam murmured when my dress was nearly waist high. "It would have been a shame to paddle your tush while wearing those. Imagine if they got torn." How nice that he should be concerned about my panties. I'll admit they were a nice pair, abbreviated and lacy, and they suited me, but I would be quite happy to keep them on, and I told him so. For answer he just reached over and hooked onto them. Then he drew them down. He didn't just pull them down so I could step out of them, job done. The swine pulled them down really slowly, just edging them over my bottom, doing a slow strip tease. And the whole time he was doing it he had a fine close up view of my bush. His face was so close to me he could probably count the individual hairs in the little tuft I keep. Finally my panties were down and I reluctantly stepped out of them, my face bright red. I hastily let my dress drop back into position to at least give me the illusion of modesty. Sam was looking at me thoughtfully, shaking his head slightly, and I had a premonition I wouldn't like what he was about to say. "You know, that dress will get fearfully crushed, bunched up around your waist while I spank you. You'd find it hard to explain. You'd better just take it off." "Do you really expect me to take my dress off so you can ogle me?" I flared. "I have already seen what you've got," he ruthlessly pointed out, "and very attractively packaged it is. And I'll see it again when you're bent over my knee, so why worry?" Put like that it almost made sense. And he did have a point about the dress getting crushed. Throwing furious looks at him, I unzipped and took it off, standing there in my bra. The rotten swine laughed. "You look lost and naked standing there with just a bra on. You might as well take it off and then you'll just be nude. You'll find it a lot easier on your nerves." I wasn't going to argue. If I did he'd probably have excellent reasons why I should take it off or just insist that I do so. I reached around and unclipped it and let the bra drop down my arms. Oddly enough, I did feel a bit relieved to have taken it off. I'd been feeling decidedly naked and exposed while it was on, and now I was just nude and a little relieved. Sam was giving me an odd look. For the life of me I couldn't work it out. "What?" I said, crossing my arms across my breasts. "I'm just a little surprised," he said. "I've always assumed that you wore well-padded bras. A bit of harmless deceit. Apparently not. You have a magnificent pair of breasts." Just like that I was feeling naked and exposed again. And, just to be contrary, flattered that he'd admired my breasts. Now the monster patted his lap, wanting me to bend over. Oh, god, my poor bottom. Look at those damn muscles on him. I was very nervous as I edged towards him and nearly screamed when he took my arm and coaxed me over his knee. I was lying there, bottom up, breasts swinging below me, very conscious that he was looking at them. "Tell me, Karen, are you still a virgin?" "What has that got to do with things?" I demanded, infuriated. "Just answer the question." "None of your business, but no." "That's fortunate," he said. "Why?" I was feeling awfully suspicious. "If you were a virgin I would have to spank you and let it go at that. As it is, I can now happily seduce you afterwards." He had to be joking. Seduce me? In his dreams. "There is no way I'm, Ow, that hurt." The brute had spanked my bottom. He really had. Until his hand landed on my bottom I hadn't really believed that he would. And he wasn't stopping. His hand kept on coming down, hard, and I was yelping and protesting. Fat lot of good that did me. He was really giving me what-for. He seemed to have been spanking for ages before it slowly dawned on me that he was also playing with my breasts. His non-spanking hand was running lightly over my breasts, and my nipples were being dragged lightly over his palm. I tried to protest, but that hand bouncing off my bottom was effectively stopping me from getting my thoughts together. When he finally stopped my bottom felt as though it was on fire. I was crying and my hands were hovering over my bottom, wanting to touch it but scared to. I was almost relieved when Sam started to very gently run his hands across my bottom, soothing it. I just relaxed a little letting his fingertips glide across my bottom. I didn't even mind when he accidentally brushed against my mound. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't mentioned his hand playing with my breast. I hurriedly brought it up. "Your hand. It's touching my breasts. You'll have to move it. Not like that!" As soon as I said to move his hand it closed firmly over my breasts and started massaging. "You said to move it," he said, continuing to gently massage me. And he was good, I'm quite willing to concede. My breasts were taut and my nipples were thrusting out and I could feel excitement in them. "Oh, god," I groaned. "Shift your hand." "Not that one," I wailed, when he let go my breast. "I meant the other one." The hand that had been gently rubbing across my bottom and had drifted down to my mound and was massaging me there. That was the one I wanted moved. Stupid me. As soon as I said not that one, his hand glommed back onto my breast, effectively with my permission. I was squirming back and forth, breasts and pussy both under assault. I was feeling hot and bothered. When Sam suddenly swung me to my feet I was lucky to be able to stand. I was trembling and I had been stirred up considerably. I wasn't sure what would have happened if he'd kept going. He stood up and then he undid his trousers. I mean he just undid them and dropped them and his undies and he had this erection and I nearly died. Then he sat back down on the couch, took my arm and lowered me across his knee again. There I was, back in the spanking position as before, while his hands were making free of my body. And it was worse now. He had his erection out and it was pressing against my side. I mean, it was just there, leaning on me, and I knew what he wanted to do with it. What the hell was I supposed to do? I was just a quivering wreck. My bottom was smarting, my breasts felt full and heavy, with peaked nipples, and fingers were intruding inside my pussy, poking around and exploring inside me. I wanted to scream but when I tried all I could do was let out a little squeak. And I could still feel his cock pressing against me. I had to do something. I wasn't a toy for him to just play with. I twisted my bottom and pussy away from his groping hand, sliding my legs off the couch and down to the floor. Now I found myself kneeling between his legs, his erection just inches in front of my face, swaying gently from side to side, like a snake trying to hypnotise me. Sam, the swine, was laughing at me. "Ah, what do you intend to do now?" he asked, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. What was I going to do? I'd show him what I was going to do. My hand closed over his cock and my mouth descended upon it. The startled squawk he gave was music to my ears, and I don't care what he says. He squawked. This I knew how to do. My first boyfriend had insisted. This or bed, and I wasn't going to bed with him at that stage, so I learnt this. I applied a gentle suction while my tongue and teeth raised havoc with his cock. I'd found that the head of an erection is especially sensitive and teeth rasping over it is likely to drive a man nuts. It certainly worked on Sam. When my teeth grazed him and my tongue teased him I thought he was going to explode. His hands closed either side of my head, but that was all - he wasn't game to try to stop me. Oddly enough I found it exciting. Big muscular Sam was at my mercy, and I was enjoying it. He finally gave a groan and pulled my head away. I looked up at him, smirking. That had showed him what I was going to do. "I'm going to give you a choice," he told me, and his voice sounded oddly hoarse. "You can finish what you just started, grab your clothes and run away, or lie back on the carpet and get ready to be ravished." One for my side, I thought. He was no longer dictating the terms but asking. What did I want to do? Common sense said, grab your clothes and run. The little devil in me said, finish what you started. So I went with option three and lay back on the carpet, looking up at him, smiling confidently. Sam settled onto the floor next to me. He pushed my legs wide, bending them up and moving between them. Looking along my body I could see him there, his erection poised near me. Suddenly, all that bright confidence was draining away. When I had admitted that I wasn't a virgin I'd been telling the truth, but that wasn't saying much. The first time had been in the dark and quite painful. The second time it had also been dark and, while not painful, it seemed awfully messy. This would be the third time and the lights were on and I could see everything that was happening and that thing of his seemed to be getting bigger the more I looked at it. I'm not an overly large girl. Quite petite, in fact. Sam on the other hand seemed to be a very large man. At least twice my size, or even more. And he was getting ready to stick that thing in me. My insides were curling in fright while I waited. Sam eased my lips apart and slipped inside me with a motion that was almost delicate in its gentleness. I was barely aware that he had started and then he was easing down my passage, which was relaxing and stretching, eager to accept him. All my trepidation just died away as I felt him gliding smoothly into me, filling me. Then he was rocking gently against me and I was instinctively moving against him. Heat was filling me and that gentle rocking was both soothing and arousing. I wouldn't have thought that such a big man could be so gentle, and I just lay back, eyes half closed, going with the flow and wanting it to just go on and on. Was I using words like gentle and soothing and rocking? How silly of me. As we moved together there was a subtle change, so subtle I didn't really notice it happening. I was just responding naturally and eagerly to the demands Sam's body was making on mine. When Sam started moving a little faster I just adjusted and moved with him. When I found that I wanted him to go deeper it was just right that I wrap my legs around him, giving him easier access while I pressed up against him. And of course, with my legs around him I could help pull him in faster and harder when he wanted to go that way. It finally dawned on me that Sam was making free of my body in a big way. His cock was pounding down into me, and it was long and hard and making its presence known. I, on my part, was clinging to him, bucking under him, urging him on, demanding he do more, more, more. The wildest sensations were running through me. I couldn't keep my head together. All I knew was that Sam was there and passion was raging and I had no control and didn't want any and would Sam please go harder. Go harder was what he did and I lost it. I climaxed, having an orgasm, my first orgasm caused by a man screwing me. Far better than anything I'd achieved on my lonesome, I assure you. I simply shrieked when it hit me, boiling over me and simply sweeping me away. When I got myself together again Sam was dressed and relaxed on the floor next to me. He saw me looking at me and frowned. "I hope you take this little reprimand to heart," he said. "No more pinching my roses." "No, Sam." "Definitely no more graffiti." "No, Sam." "If you want a few roses, you knock and ask, like an adult should." "Yes, Sam." "And you'd better be prepared to pay for the roses." "Pay for them? I can't afford to pay for roses." Roses "Easy terms will be made available," said Sam, his eyes running over me. "Have you ever been ravished on a lawn while surrounded by sweet smelling roses on a bright sunny day?" "Ah, no, Sam." "Well, if I see you tomorrow, you will be." "Um, your front lawn is in plain view of the street," I pointed out. "True. Have you seen the roses I have in the back yard? You'll like them." Roses Prologue: She gave me that sexy side ways glance that spelled out attraction in more ways than one. I knew in that moment the fun had just begun. As we sat in her car my nerves found no settling point and my breathing was far from my control, yet I did my best to hide it. I found in that moment that I had found love. ******* It was an early summer morning and the warm air caressed my skin like a long-lost lover. I drove to my best friends house, so that we could ride to work in her car. We both worked at the same hospital. Her name was Renee she was about 5'2 light brown skin the color of caramel, her body proportion was amazing. She had the perfect sized breast, a wonderful 36 DD paired with a flat stomach with an ass that would make any man stop and stare. She was a mature 30 years old, and had a sexy confidence that no one could ignore. She was an RN at the hospital,working on the prenatal floor. I on the other hand was 5'2 as well but I did not have the body that would make any one stop and stare. I had skin the color of dark chocolate and a 32-C breast size. My figure was very athletic because I workout in my free time, by which I did not have much because I was a surgical technician. As she drove down the highway we began to talk about the day ahead and other things best friends talk about. As she spoke my mind began to drift, my thoughts began to betray me as I thought of her in ways I knew I shouldn't. She was beautiful and intelligent and I cared for her more than I should. "Victoria!?" I jumped as her voice pulled me back to reality. "Are you OK?" she asked as she looked at me puzzled. "I am fine, just have things on my mind, is all." I replied. She gave me a look that said she was not sure if it was true but her face softened as she said, "OK, are you sure we can talk about it." I gave her a soft reassuring smile and changed the subject. It was not uncommon for us to ride to work together, it became a daily routine. We pulled up to the hospital and parked on the fifth floor of the parking garage. We made plans to meet for lunch later that day in the cafeteria, as we always did when our schedules allowed. I did not have a surgery until 10 and we had arrived at work at 8:30. I decided to go to the floor where all the kids that were terminally ill or need a serious surgery of some sort. As I walked in I heard a tiny energetic voice calling my name. "Victoria, he yelled, as he sat up in his hospital bed. "Adam!" I said with an equally enthusiastic voice. "How are you sweetie?" I said as we embraced. His face began to light up as he spoke. "I'm great, they finally found a heart for me. I'll be having surgery soon. Adam had waited 9 months for a new heart and I found myself almost in tears of joy when I heard the news. I had visited him for the past five months and I had grown attached to him, in this businesses it is hard to not be emotional around the patients.Yet I did my best. My phone began to ring, poetic justice playing over the speakers. The caller ID read Kendra, my heart lurched out of my chest as I quickly answered the phone. "Good morning Hun.." A soft voice said on the other end. "Good morning Kendra." I replied with an elated heart. "Are we still on for Friday night?" "Yes most definitely, I already have my dress." I replied Kendra and I had dated for about 3 months and my heart was beginning to find hers. We met at a poetry event downtown one Thursday night. She was performing and I was immediately hooked, she was beautiful. She was an accountant at a law firm in the city. She had it all beauty brains and a great personality. I had dated women since I was 19 years old. I never really enjoyed the company of men, I have only dated one guy, I suppose it was then that I realized that I didn't really find guys interesting. But ultimately I knew the day I had my first encounter with a woman. I was 19 years old and my college professor was a tall tanned woman with long brunette hair. Everyday I would go to class and admire her from a far. At that time I had not really come to grips with the fact that women was what I truly wanted. I figured, that my attraction to professor Montague was just that, some one I found beautiful. As the days went by things began to change she was the main character to all my fantasies at night. At first I was afraid, because I grew up in a house where being a lesbian or gay was a sin. Then one day every thing changed. It was a Friday, mid semester and I had a paper that was late, professor Montague had told me I could turn it in on Monday but I decided that it was best that I bring it early to show some intuitive. I walked down the hall to her office, I was expecting to find her door locked and I was going to leave the paper in her drop box. Yet as I looked her door was slightly cracked. I don't know why but something didn't feel right so I decided to look in through the crack. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. As i looked in her red button down shirt opened at the top and one hand was squeezing her nipple as the other hand was below her desk. It did not take much effort for me to know what that hand was doing. Her head was back and her eyes squeezed tight as if to shut out the world and focus. I walked in quietly and closed the door behind me without a sound. As I walked in I heard her soft moans escape her lips. I cleared my throat loud enough for her to hear. "Are you having fun?" I said in a dark sexy voice. She shot straight up and asked "What are you doing here!?" in a startled shaky voice. With her face flushed and her eyes were wide, she shot a scared look at me. "I should ask you the same thing Professor." I looked at her amused and slightly aroused. I gave her a sly grin and stepped closer to her desk. "I wanted to turn in my report. But it looks as though you are busy." I walked around to the other side of her desk and gave her a quick once over. Her clothes were a mess, yet it was sexy her long brunette hair was in waves down her chest. She was breathing heavy and I could see the frustration in her eyes,from not being able to finish. She quickly began to straighten her clothes, as she did so I grabbed her had and stopped her. She gave me a puzzled look, "what are you doing?" she said in heavy breaths. Her face told me she already knew. Without a word I put her fingers into my mouth never taking my eyes off hers. Her eyes went wide as I lightly sucked on the fingers that were just inside of her. Her face flushed and went completely scarlet. I looked at her and slid my hand down her stomach to the hem of her skirt. I looked at her to get the green light, she opened her mouth as to protest but I slid my hand down further in one swift movement and found her lips. They were hot and wet. She was perfectly shaved and I loved it. As I began to rub her slowly at first, then more forcefully. At first her face conveyed emotions of confusion, fear, and then changed to wanting curiosity. In the back of my mind fear illuminated, yet so did excitement, for I had never been so bold, but in that moment I thought now or never. I continued to rub her clitoris and then I slid two fingers inside her and she gasped as her head fell back. Her moan became more forceful as I worked my fingers in and out of her as my thumb continued its torture on her clitoris. Finally I felt her body begin to stiffen and her walls began to squeeze around my fingers. She began to moan louder and almost screamed but I kissed her quickly so no one would hear. I had wanted to kiss her soft pink lips since the day I saw her. As she came down from her climax I backed away and licked my fingers as I looked her in the eyes. She had a tangy sweetness that kind of shocked me, she tasted so good. She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a wink and reached into my backpack and grabbed my report, and set it on her desk. Her eyes followed my every movement. She was a beautiful in that moment. As I was walking out she stopped me and said "You should defiantly come by my office more often." I gave her a smile and walked out the door from that day on I was never the same. We dated for about 2 years but life played its hand in our relationship and we split but she knew she was always my first love. Kendra and I continued to flirt and talk about our plans for Friday night and I found myself engulfed in anticipation. The hospital intercom called for the staff working on the minor surgery at 10 that morning. I said my goodbyes and went downstairs to prep for surgery. ****** A few hours later Renee and I sat in the cafeteria discussing the day. When she blurted out, "When are you going to go out on a date? You know Elliot really likes you, and he's so fine. Girl you should talk to him or I will." I gave he her a shy smile and laughed. "I am good girl, a man is the last thing I need now." I sat there hoping she did not see my nervousness to her statement about Elliot. "I am just not interested in him, besides he is more of your speed." Renee had a knack for dating sexy successful men. She gave me a questioning look and then said, "You should at least give him a chance, I have known you for a while now and I have never seen you talk to anyone. Are you gay?" My eyes went wide and I quickly said "No!" "I am just kidding girl but you need to get out there more and find Mr... Right. At least get laid." Still hiding my nervousness, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't have the time or the patience for a relationship." Hoping she would take that answer and leave well enough alone.Yet Renee was the type of woman who was persistent and never gave up. She gave me another one of those looks that let me know she did not like my answer. "We are going out this weekend and we are going to find you someone or at least get you laid." My heart stopped as I hoped she would not say Friday night. And sure enough the words slipped from her lips. Frantically I searched for away out of this situation. "I don't know I began" Then she gave me a look that said I'm not taking no for an answer. "Maybe Saturday night, Friday night I just want to stay home because I have a long surgery that day and I just want to go home and relax afterwards." I continued searching he face for acceptance. Hoping my nerves don't betray me. "OK Saturday it is." she said brightly and we continued lunch with light conversation. The rest of the day passed in a blur and finally it was time to head home. I walked to the board where the surgery assignments were for the next day. As I looked I saw that I was the surgical tech for Adams surgery tomorrow. They had switched my schedule and I don't know why. I sighed deeply and knew he must have asked for me or maybe they figured he would more comfortable with my presence. I headed home, walking in my plane apartment I threw my things on the nightstand by the door. That night in a daze, I drank a glass of wine and got in the tub. While I was in the tub the silence consumed me, I needed it more than anything. I got out the tub put on my bra and panties and sunk into my bed that awaited me. My thoughts rushed back to me, more than anything was the guilt in my head that I was lying to my best friend. And then there was the matter that I cared for her, but I could not tell her how I really feel. My mind lingered on that thought as I drifted to sleep. ****** I woke up the next morning with a jolt as my alarm blared in the background. I got up and began to prepare for work when my phone rang, Renee's name and photo popped up on the screen of my phone. My enthusiasm shot up 10 points as I answered the phone. Renee's voice blared through the phone , "Wake up, turn on the radio, our song is on!" A song called "Fancy" bounced off the walls of my apartment as we sang and danced to our theme song. She asked if I would be riding with her to work and I replied with a sullen "No." because Adams surgery would take longer than her shift. We continued to talk about Adam and then hung up. That day went by, at a slow and steady pace. I did my best to control my emotions while in the operating room with Adam. I began to think about the next night that I would have with Kendra. Yet some how Renee crept into my mind and apart of me was sad that I had lied to my best friend. I didn't know what I was going to do. Keeping this secret from her was killing me inside. Adams surgery went well, but when he came out of the operating room, he went into a coma in recovery. I sat with him until his parents arrived. I walked away as they entered with tears in their eyes. I went home and cried myself to sleep as well. Friday night came, and my excitement was not contained. I drove to the Red Ribbon Lounge, my mind began to think about Renee and how I wished it was her that I was driving to, to go out on a date. I had four pink roses on the passenger's seat of my car wrapped in a silky black ribbon. I began to dismiss the thought because deep down I knew we could and would never be. I gave my car to velvet. As I walked in roses in hand, my thought slowly faded, then completely faded when I saw Kendra standing at the bar looking beautiful in a royal blue cocktail dress that put my plain black one to shame. I walked up to her and watch her face light up with that brilliant smile of hers. I gave her a soft kiss then handed her the roses and we found our way to the bar. We sat and laughed and drank and drank some more. Good conversation, laughter, and flirting filled the air. It was getting late so we stumbled out of the lounge. We drunkenly walked to her car, before she unlocked her car I grabbed her, and pressed her against the car. I closed the distance between us as my lips pressed against hers. My hands slid down to the hem of her dress, searching for her bare thighs. My hand slipped her dress a little higher until it was on her ass. I squeezed it hard and she moaned lightly into my mouth. We drunkenly made out on her car. We finally came up for a breath and she looked at me with eyes that said she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I kissed her one last time and said, "I will meet you at your house." Then gave her a sexy wink as I turned around. I began to walk, as I did so, my heart stopped dead in it tracks. There standing about a yard away was Renée. Her face spelled out shock and confusion all over it. It seemed as though time was going in slow motion as I walked over to her. My mind raced, I had no idea what to say to her, yet there I stood face to face with my best friend that I lied to. Why didn't you tell me?! She screamed I began to speak but the words refused to come out. YOU LIED TO ME! YOU LIED! She continued. As tears began to form in her eyes. I'm sorry, I did no... Then I felt the unmistakable sting of her palm to my face. I stood there shocked for a moment then the tears began to run down my face. Stunned I couldn't move, and I watched as she angrily walked away. I began to cry, not because of the pain yet because I knew that I had lost my best friend. I was so numb I could barely feel Kendra grab me. Victoria, who the fuck was that? She asked with a puzzled and shocked look. A moment passed and I said nothing, I just watched as Renee continued to walk away. My eyes never left her until she was no longer in my sight. "She was my best friend but I lied to her, she did not know I dated women and now we are no longer friends." I cried. She looked at me and began to wipe my tears and said "I am sure she will come around just give her time. She just needs time to calm down. But in the mean time let's go back to my house. OK?" ****** The next week dragged on in sadness. My heart-felt as though it weighed a million pounds. As I walked the halls of the hospital running on auto pilot. I would send text messages leave voice mails, anything and everything to talk to Renee. I even went by her house yet all my trying to reach her was to no avail. I continued to spiral into depression. The only moment I felt some sort of joy was the days I would sit by Adams bed side and read him stories as he slept in his comatose state. In away the books I read him were my escape as well. I would read elaborate stories of the adventures of a hero or heroine. Never did I read stories of romance or love for it was too much for me to handle, besides I figured he could use a wonderful dream. One day I was in the cafeteria of the hospital weeks after the event and my heart began to heal some what and life was beginning to become easier without her, then, I saw her. I watched as she shared a laugh with the cashier, she was oblivious to the fact that I was there. As I watched that sinking feeling came back all to fast and missing her was all I could feel. She turned to walk away then stopped and stared at me. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, Neither of us saying a word. I could not read her face the emotion that showed on it was nothing I had ever seen from her. It was not anger or happiness. I would not say, that pleased to see me would be the way i would describe it, yet at the same time it was not as though she did not want to see me at all. No one said a word, although I wish I had. I just let her walk away. That night I was to meet Kendra at her place for movies and dinner. I arrived at 6:00 sharp. Kendra answered the door in the most cheery voice. I gave her a soft kiss and a hug as I walked through the threshold. The house smelled of Italian spices, that filled my nose immediately. I walked to the Kitchen and saw that dinner was ready already, so I opened the bottle of red wine that Kendra had me procure from the store. We sat and talked over dinner then retired to the living room for movies. About half way into the second movie Kendra disappeared. When she returned. She had on Black lacy bra with a black thong to match. Also she wore a black guarder fastened to lacy thigh high stockings and tall stiletto Louis Vuintton heels. I sat there in awe of what was in front of me, I quickly turned off the movie and found my way to Kendra's side. I rapped my hands around her waist and kissed her passionately. As our mouths began to tango I felt her slowly reach down and begin to pull my shirt over my head and proceeded to throw it to the side. I lifted her in my arms and began to make the journey down the hall to her bed room. As I walked in, I saw there at the end of the bed was a red strap-on dildo with black straps. I gave Kendra a look and she gave me a sexy smirk. I laid her on the bed, I ran my hands lightly down her body her dark skin was smooth and intoxicating. I reached up and grabbed her face and continued to kiss her soft lips. My hand ran down her neck until it found the swell of her right beast. I cupped it lightly and massaged her nipple through the fabric of her bra. I pulled the black lace down and took her erect nipple in my mouth. I began to roll my tongue around it then sucked it hard. A gasp escaped her throat, as I continued the pleasurable torture, switching between the left and right perfectly sized breast. They were big enough to fit in my hand. I slid my tongue down her body until I reached her belly button and dipped it in. I continued further down and removed her guarder, then took her thong between my teeth and pulled them down in one swift movement. I looked up at her and her eyes were wide in anticipation, I licked the out side of her lips slowly never taking my eyes off hers. She began to moan as I did this and her head fell back on the pillow. I continued to lick her slowly as I tasted her sweetness. I began to dipped my tongue inside of her, as I heard her moans I could feel my wetness growing more and more. I slid two fingers inside her and began to suck and lick her clitoris. She moan loader and her breaths became more needy, and quicker in pace. I knew she was ready to cum, so bit down lightly on her clitoris, her walls contracted around my fingers and as her orgasm rushed through her she screamed my name. I got up as she was coming down from her climax and finished undressing. Roses I put on the strap-on and the little nub on the inside of the holster pressed against my clitoris lightly and it took everything in me not to cum. I climbed on top of her and spread her legs wide, her stockings and heels remained on. I enjoyed that fact. She was still very wet so lubrication was not needed. I positioned the tip of dildo directly in front of her opening. I grabbed the back of her knees and pressed slowly into her. I began to slowly move in and out of her, taking long dropout strokes. I began to pick up speed and I could feel myself getting to the point I was ready to cum, so I stopped and laid on my back. Kendra began to ride the strap-on fast and hard. She began to ride me with great vigor and I could feel my self climaxing. I shut my eyes tight and Renee's face flashed in front of my mind. Renee!! I screamed. Kendra stopped, "What the fuck did you say?" My eyes shot wide open in shock, I could not believe I said her name. I just looked at Kendra without saying a word. "What the hell did you say Victoria? I can't believe this shit, I have been here since that night and heard you cry over her and said nothing but this is the last straw. I'm done, you are in love with that bitch and she won't even give you the time of day, and here you are thinking of her while we are making love. But I guess it isn't love." she cried. She moved from on top of me and cried. "I am so sorry, Kendra I'm sorry." I said softly. "Get out, Get the fuck out!!" she screamed. I got up got dressed and went home, as I was driving I found that I was sad but I could not bring myself to cry. I did feel terrible and i found that i was making a habit of hurting people i cared about. I knew that my heart was not with Kendra and it never could be I was in love with Renee and I was going to make her understand that. Even if we never speak again I wanted Renee to know how I felt and get it off my chest once and for all. In my head I knew it was the only way I could truly move on, without thoughts of her creeping into my mind. A part of me did not fully understand why I was still holding on to her and seeing her again did not help the situation. ****** I woke up that Saturday afternoon determined to get through to Renee. I paced back and forth figuring out the right words to say, when, and if she answered the phone. With my phone in hand I began to dial then fear took over and I hung up. I repeated this about five times. Then a knock at the door broke me away from my thoughts. I walked to the door and opened it. There standing in my door way was Renee. My heart stopped, I just moved to the side without a word and motioned for her to come in. Renee just looked at me and walked in. "Hi." I said in shock. "Hi Victoria, we need to talk." she said in a small voice. She walked towards the living room and took a seat. I began to fear what she might have to say, and my mind began to race. I could not think of what to do so I began with what I had wanted to say for the past few weeks. "I am sorry that I lied to you Renee." "You are not the one that should apologize Victoria." I gave her a puzzled look when she said this. I could not read her expression, then I said "What are you talking about?" "Let me explain." She began. " I had always know you were a lesbian, I just did not say anything about it. I was just mad that you lied to me. When I asked you in the cafeteria that day, without hesitation you said no. I asked you because I thought you would tell me. When you said no I thought I was wrong about you and I dismissed my suspicions. Then when I saw you with her in the parking lot it broke my heart." She said in a voice that shocked me because being vulnerable was not her strong suit. Once again I tried to apologize but it was to no avail, she just stopped me and continued to talk. "I wanted to come talk to you sooner but I could not face you, you are not the only one that has secrets." Renee continued. Once again I looked at her confused, but I let her continue to speak. She paused for a moment as if contemplating the next thing that she was going to say. "I am not a lesbian, I have never been with a woman, and until recently it was never a thought of mine. The last few weeks have been hell for me, I have missed you. When you were no longer in my life I realized I was missing something, I soon realized that I cared for you more than I should, it took me a long time to come to grips with that fact." I sat in shock not fully understanding what I was hearing, yet I mustered up the strength to speak. "I have missed you as well, Renee I have had feelings for you for a while now, but I did not expect you to feel the same, I don't know what to say." "Say we can start over Victoria." she said with a small smile. "Renee can we start over?" I asked with a smirk. We both burst out in laughter. We sat and talked for what seemed like forever and for the first time in what seemed like forever things were starting to look up and be normal again. Time passed and our friendship began again although we knew we had feelings for each other for some reason we did not go that far. Until one day I mustered up the courage and asked Renee out on a proper date. It was a Friday night and I found myself getting dressed nervous as ever. I don't think I had ever been as nervous as I was that night. We decided that we would go see a movie and then have dinner afterwards. I drove down the high way heading to her house, in the passenger's seat sat a bouquet of 6 red and 6 white roses. It was beautifully wrapped in a red and white ribbon. I looked at the roses with a proud smile knowing I was going on a date with someone I had been in love with for so long. I parked in her drive way and turned off the car. I grabbed the roses and knocked on her front door, as I waited I began to check to make sure I looked OK. I began to look myself up and down checking my short white dress and making sure there was nothing on the white heels with gold buckle that I paired with it. My hair was in a tight French bun that showed off the gold dangling earrings I wore. I looked up as I heard her fumble with the lock on the door. I smiled a big smile when I saw her, she was gorgeous. It shocked me when I saw her in a red halter top dress with black red bottom heels. Her hair flowed down her shoulders fitting her beautiful face. I proceeded to hand her the roses never taking my eyes off of her. She walked to the kitchen and put the roses in a vase as she walked away I found my eyes gravitating to her ass down her legs and back up. She turned around and giggled a little when she noticed my eyes on her. She walked to her room and set the roses on her nightstand beside her bed. We went to the movies first early that evening for I had made reservations at restaurant that she had wanted to go to for a while. As we sat ate and drank and talked it was hard for us to break away from our conversation so much so that a waitress came by our table and told us that they were going to close in five minutes. We got our things and got into her car. On our way to her house I could not help myself but to look at the beautiful woman in the driver's seat next to me. She gave me that sexy side ways glance that spelled out attraction in more ways than one. I knew in that moment the fun had just begun. As we sat in her car my nerves found no settling point and my breathing was far from my control, yet I did my best to hide it. I found in that moment of racked sanity that I had found love. As we pulled up to her house she shut off the car and turned to me. "Will you come in with me?" she asked with a smirk. "Yes." I quickly replied. As we entered her house, I closed the door behind me then grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to me. I looked into her eyes waiting for the go ahead. She leaned forward and kissed me softly. I continued to kiss her more passionately. I pressed her against the wall beside the front door. I began to unzip the side of her dress and began sliding the halter part of her dress over her head,I watched as it fell to the floor. To my surprise she had on no bra or panties. I stood back and stared at her naked body and my arousal heightened. She began to touch her beautiful DD breast. "Watch me." she said in a sultry voice. I watched as she began to play with her nipples. They were like chocolate drops. They began to get hard as she squeezed them between her finger tips. She began to walk to the back of the house where her room was, still wearing her heels. I followed her and watched her body sway back and forth. I began to undress as I followed her by the time we reached her room I was fully nude. She walked over to her bed and laid down, she slid her hands up and down her body until they finally came to rest on her wet lips. I watched as she massaged it with her finger tips. I walked over to her bed and climbed in. As her fingers worked I began to kiss her more passionately. I pressed kisses down her neck until I got to her breast. I pressed light kisses to the top of her breast then lightly licked her nipple. I heard a small gasp escape her lips. I closed my mouth around her nipple and sucked on it hard. I continued this until her moans became loader with each suck. I dragged my fingers down her body and moved her hand away from her wetness. I slid two fingers inside her slowly, she was surprisingly tight. I began to rub her clitoris with my thumb and she began to moan as I picked up rhythm. Her climax ran through her and I could feel her cum run down my fingers. I lifted my fingers to my lips and tasted her. Her eyes went wide, and I just smiled and kissed her softly. I got up and walked to her closet and pulled out a thin black belt that went with a dress of hers. "I am going to need you to keep still, OK." I said with a mischievous grin. I proceeded to bind her hands to her bed post. I knew from earlier conversations we had about guys she had dated that she liked the idea of being tied down. I crawled back into bed with my face between her legs. "Watch me now." I said with a smug look on my face knowing what I was getting ready to do to this fantastic creature in front of me. I took hold of her thighs and spread her legs wide. I looked down at her lips and they were already glistening with arousal. I looked up into those beautiful brown eyes of hers, her caramel face was beautiful when she is aroused. I lightly blew on her pussy and I felt her body shiver. I stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly over her wet lips. She tasted wonderful better than anything I could imagine. I continued my slow torture. Then I began to pick up speed as she began to cry out and squirm under my hands. I slid my hands under her ass and gripped it tight as my face pressed deeper into her I began to dart my tongue in and out of her vigorously. I began to focus my attention to her clitoris more and more as I sucked and licked then I bit down lightly. I put two fingers inside her and moved in and out to the rhythm of my tongue. She was soon screaming my name and I could feel her getting ready to cum. I continue until she squirted into my mouth. I was in shocked at first because I have never have that happen before. Yet I loved every moment of it. I did not move until she came down from her climax. As her body relaxed I got up and kissed her on the forehead and went to grab a towel for my face. When I returned I untied her from the bed and held her in my arms. "I love you Renee." I said in a soft whisper. "I love you as well, Victoria." We fell fast asleep in each others arms. The last thing I saw as my eyes closed were the red and white roses on her nightstand. My heart flouted into hers, for we had found each others love. *The End*