2 comments/ 21699 views/ 1 favorites Beauty Ch. 01 By: Roselle "I'm thinking of taking a lover." The words rose in the air between us like plumes of cigarette smoke. It's too bad, really, now that sort of cliché – manufactured foreplay - has succumbed with government law. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, of cigarettes, of rebellion, what and who my desires were. On this damp London night myself and this young nymph had met at this new art exhibition opening – very exclusive, of course. We had bumped in front of some strange bronze structure and we ended up talking about everything we could think of. Something between us had snapped and we had to bond together, figure each other out. Somehow, I could understand something special about her, but let's not be hasty, shall we? We made a devastating connection. Holding a small glass of '86 merlot I felt sexy in my best silken number – my calf length, v-neck purple dress with silver sequin detailing, and my new purple lipstick. I was facing a 23 year old nymph by the name of Beauty. Wearing a simple cream linen skirt suit, she had this gorgeous auburn hair that was short and urchin-like that curled around her ears, with wide green eyes, porcelain skin and soft, full lips. She wasn't very tall – only 5"5 – and was painfully shy. I waited for her response. "Ooh, very glamorous is it not?" She giggled and curled her slim fingers around the stem of her wineglass, flexing them slightly. I watched her with hunger. "Do you, erm, have anybody in mind? I mean surely you must understand all of the work involved, hmm? Finding a lover, finding your setting, a place, interests." She looked at me. Straight in the eyes. She smiled, but it didn't completely reach her eyes, off dancing somewhere else. A proposition. "Well, what makes a lover? The kind of black and white French movie perfection where everyone is tall and slender and, like – you, basically?" She laughs, but I barely hear her. This civilised, post-9/11 world was dissipating very quickly... "Where the only music is the sound of those last desperate, almost tragic gasps before..." She was going to continue if her damn date hadn't turned up. I had deduced he's some sort of geek-chic friend who studied art history and is just realising how pointless it all was. Anyways, he was a twitchy kinda guy. The kinda guy I couldn't ignore but I lost no sleep over him. At least Beauty looked uncomfortable. She'd send him away no problem. "What is it Simon?" She snapped. This time, his right eye twitched. I grinned. "Erm, I was wondering if you'd want to get out of here. You know, fob off the establishment types and all that." The thing was dressed in classic University Challenge attire – the monstrosity of square glasses, black trousers and bright green shoes. I almost wanted to help him, if only my mind wasn't so Beauty-fixated. "No, I don't want to go anywhere. With you, I mean, you can leave. I'm talking here to..." She glanced askance with hopeful eyes. "Marissa." I said. I don't think Twitch liked me that much, but his eyes held an appraising look in my direction. Before I could translate it he gave Beauty smirk that was far less than subtle, and slunk away into the crowd. No matter. I wasn't going to let whatever that was interrupt us, if she wasn't to. Yet she paused and it made me worry. "You were saying?" I looked at her with intellectual eyes. I refuse to desire people too overtly. All of those public displays of affection – teenagers French kissing on a Friday night – that chavvy girl in some pink velour tracksuit thingy and a scraped back ponytail, trying to convince herself "Vinny" is worth the Chlamydia, but I am so, so biased after all. I'm certainly not a normal, despairing kind of person. But I wouldn't say no to public sex – churches, offices, cinemas – the fun sort of places where the breathing is shallow and hot - like a marathon sex night in squeezed in between normal life on your way to work. Yes, that would all be great, if Beauty could get her bearings back. "Beauty?" "Yes?" "What is wrong? What troubles you? What makes you uneasy?" "I'm not supposed to be happy." She looked up at me for a second and all I could see is the threat of tears and twinkling green eyes. Oh, Beauty. "You see, I have problems. They are many and I haven't been able to solve them. And I don't know you at all but I have to...I have to...I have to let you discover me. I don't care how soppy and ridiculous that sounds. I'm not a prostitute. I've never done this thing before. I guess, I guess I just want to live life like a movie. I want to feel sexy, alive. I want –" I grabbed her wrist. It was the first time we had touched. I didn't think anything of it at the time, except perhaps I wanted my fingers to touch much more flesh than this. Now, of course it holds a stronger significance. I feel her fluttering pulse, the slight blush that rose up onto her cheeks. It was a very good memory. Perhaps the madness had started there... We left the gallery, and the night in Leicester Square is crisp and luxurious somehow because it's as if there's no one else left in the world. The stars twinkle almost menacingly like crushed ice. It's impossible, of course, it being the centre of London, but I felt amazingly powerful. I looked at Beauty and she seemed to desire me. I mean, wasn't 'old' by any means but she really wanted me – how was this possible? And how on earth do I discover someone when I all I see is splendour unspoiled? "Marissa, I have to tell you something –" I swoop upon Beauty and I kiss her. My purple lips capture her pale, soft ones and I seize the night with them. I am both gentle and fierce, tentative and desperate, but oh! so happy. My tongue teases the seams of her lips and she begins to reciprocate and our tongues dance together. Her long fingers are running through my long, wavy brown hair. I kiss her deeply and her soft moans are caught in my mouth. Suddenly I pull away and hail a black taxi. I feel Beauty's breath on my neck and I'm feeling very, very aroused. You should always kiss someone in the middle of a sentence. I was only being traditional, was I not? Beauty Ch. 02 I'm sorry the next chapter took so long - college, coursework and life in general endeavoured to distract me forever, but I really want to carry on this story. This is a lot more raunchier, and I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully my next chapter won't take so long. Enjoy! ********************************* Beauty Chapter 2 In the taxi, I am almost business-like but I still cannot keep my hands off her. They simply wander; her shoulders, collarbone, ears...I must find it all. It's all for myself. I do not spare a thought for the driver who drives slowly through the dark streets of London – he will run up a monstrous bill, jerking off, watching us. But I do not care; it will be worth it in the end. My lips are tender and nip at the smooth pale skin of her neck with a bit of tongue that she seems to like. Her pulse trips over my tongue as she places her hands round my neat waist, stroking softly with her fingernails, sending shivers all over my body. "Beauty." I gasp. She groans in response and raises her hand, placing it on my chest, rubbing up against me. "Wait, wait. We need to establish some rules first, some guidelines – " Beauty shushes me, clumsily kissing me as if she was kissing someone for the first time. She raises herself and straddles my lap in the taxi, making me lean back as she becomes more dominant in her kisses. She caresses my lips with renewed passion, and her long fingers play with my soft oak-coloured hair whilst her free hand plays rubs my nipples through the purple silk. She seems to suck the air out of my lungs and I feel dizzy. I must stop; must make boundaries, now, before this got too messy. When did she get so bold? Gently, I broke away from her with reluctance. "You are not my girlfriend." She stares back. "I just think you're amazing – amazing looking...an amazing personality. I want you, but I don't know how this 'discovery' stuff you're talking about will work out." She stays quiet; staring back at me with those emeralds, with such intensity for so long I get scared that she hates me. The erotic energy between us doesn't completely fall away, but I can't help but feel I'm going up to some strange new level of intimacy, even though I've only known this woman for a few hours. "Just fuck me, alright and we'll figure it out. Please, I want you so much right now." Before I have a chance to protest Beauty returns to sucking on my earlobes and touching me. My body is surrendering as she brings me in for another kiss, exploring my hot mouth with her tongue, and begins to grab at my chest for buttons to undo, of course only to find none. Frustrated, she growls in my mouth, biting my lip and begins to work at my zipper. This was all going too fast for me and I pulled away again. "Whoa, ok? Just...just, slow it down for me. We are in a taxi. I don't know your second name. Hell, I don't even know if Beauty is your real name – " As in cinematic perfection we arrive at my place in South Kensington. It's a flat, not amazingly big but comfortable and stylish. "That'll be 22.50, love." Grunts the taxi-man. I note his heavy breathing and grin a little. We must have put on quite a show. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his chest. His breath hitches and I almost burst out laughing, but I wanted to manipulate him a little more. "Aw, are you are all hard-up and no way to release yourself?" whispering into his ear, I look down at his lap to spot a large bulge. I must have drunk too much wine for I did something completely unlike me: I extended my own hand down and began to trace his member through his jeans. He's wearing this brown corduroy bowler hat and khakis, and isn't that ugly for a man aged around forty. He's well built with black stubble and a crooked nose, as if he had seen a thing or two during his lifetime. When I began to touch him he got very excited. This must be his ultimate porn dream, having to driving drunken customers and bad tippers all day: two sexy women going at it in his taxi, before inviting him for an awesome threesome to grin about for the next year or so. For now I just felt his prick with my fingers, nestling my nose into the crook of his neck. I feel Beauty's eyes burn into my back and she begins to kiss my neck again, stroking my bum, and I could feel my already wet cunt outdoing itself. If she carries on with this I'll ruin my dress. I moan into his ear. He must be going slowly mad. "Lady, if you're just teasing I'm charging you double!" He chuckles. I start squeezing his balls through his khakis, using my rolling them between my forefinger and thumb. In response he lets out a long groan that has me bursting with laughter. I am such a cocktease with men, but I like this one so I dip my hand briefly beneath his pants and gave him a quick pumping that leaves him gasping (and without orgasm) before snapping it out and paying him 50% tip. He stares after me, devastated that his dream doesn't come to fruition. Beauty and I take the elevator to the flat, laughing heartily. We enter the elevator and Beauty takes my hand. After her performance in the taxi I regard her with more suspicion. I must have been mad to think she was being shy. I had to wonder to myself how much of it all, with the kissing and the rubbing, was an act. Who was this person? She looked at me with coy eyes, whilst my eyes take in detail of each glorious curve. I tear my eyes away only to push the '12' button on the elevator. "You know, we never finished the conversation." Beauty says. "What do you mean?" "Well," she coos, "You never told me about how you planned to acquire your...?" "Lover? Hmm, well, first and foremost I have to choose a lover." "And what would this lover look like?" I was beginning to feel nervous, but I kept my composure and used one dainty index finger to pull her towards me with her chin. Long light brown eyelashes flashed in my direction. "Well, you see right now I have a very nice candidate. I see..." Without warning I place a sweet kiss on her small nose and I beamed as her nose wrinkled. "I see an almost perfect nose, and..." I lick her ears like I'm tucking into a delicacy, caressing the shell of her ears to hear her whimper "Oh yes, oh yes, yes..." "I find sexy ears..." I take a taste of her neck... "a long, smooth neck..." I suck on fingers, watching her blush... "Slim, smooth fingers – with clipped nails I must add. You must be well prepared!" She laughed and I use the opportunity to swoop down and run my tongue down the valley between her smallish breasts, stroking her pert butt, nipping and kissing her collarbone although I avoid her nipples. She begs please... "And she has curves to die for." I stroke her short layered auburn hair. My voice comes down to a whisper "She is stunning and very mysterious. She's also intelligent but I don't know who is, and until I do, until rules are made, I mustn't sleep with her." Beauty bites back. Without warning she shoves me against the wall of the elevator, crowding me instantly. "Oh, you are cruel. You think you can do all of that to me and get away with it? Think again." In a flash her hands are on my black lace panties, gently squeezing and rubbing against my outer lips, re-awakening the throbbing bud underneath. She stares into eyes, unblinking; there's no escape. "Please stop..." My protestations grow futile as my body begins to respond to the stimulation as my hips twist greet her, aching for a real touch from those fingers of hers. "Oh, you really want it, don't you Marissa? You really want –"she flicks my clit through the lace. I whimper. "- me! Go on, tell me you want it, tell me you want me and I'll tell you everything!" But I'm not taken in so easily. My own hand is soon wondering into her silk panties. I don't care to tease. I use my index finger to draw moisture from her hot liquid centre and run light circles around her throbbing clit. Her eyes burn jade green and she presses her hands into my pussy. I get a real touch at long last. We moan together and our foreheads touch – our eyes burn into each other, our resolve setting in, moving into a kind of competition - who will come first? Beauty's uses two of her fingers to probe inside my wetness, curling them inwards to stroke the soft velvet inside me, all the while using her thumb to tease my clit. My technique is slightly different, aiming for the rest of her body with my lips, kissing her collarbone, her ears, biting her nipples through her top, even though she squirms to get away from me as it tickles her, awakening her whole body to the pleasure of mostly clitoral pleasure as I keep a gentle, yet relentless pace on her clit with my lucky right hand. I hear Beauty's breathing getting heavier, and her whimpers turning into louder moans, as if she was gasping for air. She was getting close to the edge, but was still being competitive, and scrambled for my G-spot. Every time her fingers grazed my innermost point of pleasure it sent shivers down my spine and my eyes seeing stars. Oh, fuck, it felt so good. I responded quickly with my final tactic and placed my left hand under top to tease those smooth nipples further. I was beginning to feel contractions in her pussy as Beauty began to lose: "Oh, oh god, fuck you, fuck you, Marissa, I'm gonna...ohh, I'm gonna lose, I'm gonna cum..." DING! "You gotta be kidding me." ...to be continued Beauty Ch. 03 * * * * * As quickly as we could we took each other hands out our knickers. I had to hold the trembling Beauty -- too far gone to really calm down quick enough, but still too far away from a full orgasm. I held her close to me in an embrace and smelt her hair for the first time during the night. To my surprise, they smelt of grass, along with cigarette smoke and something wet, and I felt memories stir in my brain. She cursed softly into my ear, conveying her own unintelligible message, most likely of frustrated arousal. Before I could dwell on this the elevator doors opened, and in came Mr Ex. It wasn't his real name, just my own nickname for my crap-fling cum stalker cum arsehole. And he did cum, a lot. Gross. And we lived in the same block of flats. Usually, whenever we ended up bumping into each other instead of exchanging embarrassed pleasantries, Mr Ex likes to remind me of all the "real pleasantries" we shared together on his sofa, his old creaking double bed, his Toyota, the journey on the Piccadilly line between Russell Square and Mansion House on our fourth, and second to last, date. I would at this point tell him to "bite me" and he would say "Really?" with that shit-eating grin only men can muster, and I then tell him I would let him but I'm too busy fucking other women and walk off. However, this time, I had a hot young thing melting into me, and Mr Ex looked like shit in his joggers and a letter in his hand, looking half asleep and lonely. He simply stepped into the elevator and valiantly ignored us. I stared at him, and stared and stared until he had to look at me. I waggled my fingers and gave him a mock-sympathetic kid pout. I couldn't help acting like a bitch; he was such an idiot who had it coming. He simply turned away, but I wasn't done yet. Knowing that any touch would drive near-orgasmic Beauty crazy. I let my fingers on my right hand glide up and down her sides, as gently as I could. Then I let my hand rest, almost casually, on the small of her back and lightly scratched along the edge of her backside. My warm breath trailed on her neck in concentration as she let out a long quiet moan. I combed my fingers through her hair almost territorially. "It's ok, baby we're almost there. We're so close, we're so close...so close." Knowing full well what my soft voice would remind her of our sexfight only half a minute ago. Beauty growled, "Stop teasing, bitch." At last, we reached my floor and could finally get off. We tottered off, myself feeling quite weak in the knees as well and secure in the knowledge I was not much further from an eye-rolling, mind-altering orgasm. Me and Beauty went towards my apartment and I didn't bother to look back once at Mr Ex. There were much more pressing matters at hand. The moment the door slammed shut on my flat I gave her a five second blister kiss, not bothering to turn on the lights, capturing her with my lips and breath and tongue before melting into the darkness of my apartment. Beauty laughed, a confident sensuous laugh "Ha! Like you're going to hide from me that easily. I'm gonna find you and you're gonna make me cum so hard you'll have to apologise to your neighbours the next morning -- " The whole time I had listened intently to the clopping sound of her high heels (I had taken mine off to be deceptive), and was able to sneak up behind her. I breathed lightly into her right ear and she stopped talking immediately. It seems she's into being played with as well as playing games herself. I smiled into the silky darkness as the air grew expectant around us. Resting my nose into the crook of her neck, my hands reached round and caressed her breasts, trailing my fingers around the base of her chest, and Beauty gasped. Well, it wasn't as much a gasp but a slight intake of breath only I could hear, which quickly trailed into a long deep moan that made waves into the rest of the building. Her breath caught in her throat as I began to rub her nipples through her outfit, using my index finger and thumb to apply varying pressure -- soft and slow, then fast and insistent to get her worked up. It wasn't long until I slipped my hands underneath her bra and touched her breasts for the first time. The skin of her breasts was smooth and warm; her nipples reacted to my every touch. I could feel her torso twist in pleasure, as if she wanted to get away from me, although I knew she wanted to do anything but. I kept rubbing her nipples exclusively, feeling her body tense up. It made my pussy twitch, and twinge, and ache for some attention NOW. Just as it was becoming unbearable, I melted into darkness once more. The flat was silent except for my heavy breathing and Beauty's frustrated mutterings, really a kind interpretation for all out swearing: "For fuck's sake, I can smell you! You cunt, I want you on me, now." "Then find me." I replied. I turned and walked into the bedroom, stripped into my ivory underwear -- my balconette bra and French knickers that hugged my bum (and hid any imaginary cellulite), climbed onto my bed and turned on my Portishead CD and waited, spread eagled. My eyes were closed, and every part of my body tingled with the excitement of my first time with any new woman, especially one as radiant as Beauty. But a minute later, she hadn't come. "Beauty! Follow my voice," And then I heard the clip-clopping again, a crash as she surely walked right into one of my plants and a distant, not so erotic 'ow!' With the lights still off, I grabbed her from behind, and asked if she was alright. "I think your gigantic plant hit me in the stomach!" Well, I'm sure I could make that better. I took her wrist, and felt her pulse for a moment, feeling all of that life upon my fingertips, before taking her into the bedroom at last. I laid Beauty down on the bed and appraised her form in the dim light. Her skirt had ridden up exposing her slim ankles, her long legs and most of her smooth, pale thighs. Her hair was messy, lips swollen from our kisses. My ministrations had left her shirt dishevelled and her areolas peeking out from the top of her bra. Her heavy breathing made her breasts rise and fall. I couldn't bear to resist them and swept down upon her mounds (?) with my tongue. I took care of the shirt and the bra and finally took my first sweep of her nipples with my tongue. Beauty took a shuddering breath which also seems to take in three higher and higher registers of moans. I'm a breast woman, if you can't tell and hers were a marvellous feast. I gave them great sweeps of my tongue and bit them gently, and then harder, making Beauty bite her lip in half-pain, half ecstasy. I worked with them, rubbing the rough part of tongue up and down, up and down as I saw her fight within herself to keep still and feel the tingles rippling through her body. "Oh, god, Marissa, yeah, keep licking my nipples, mmm...ohh..." And my fingers trailed down to her skirt, roughly pulling down the zip and tugging them away. Beauty lifted herself and exposed her hips to me. A tuft of pubic hair teased its way out of her black silk panties and I wanted her more than ever. I got on top of her and pressed my body against hers, my fingers once again delving into the warm wetness of her pussy, quiet clicking noises as I manipulated her. With all the kissing, the nipple play and my fingering her crazed movement of her hips brought out her orgasm quickly and suddenly, shuddering and gasping and clenching and pulsating. She called out my name and I felt so proud, grinding my own cunt on her smooth thighs as I stared into her eyes, grinding down as if I wanted to imprint my DNA onto her skin, my clit making me groan like I haven't in a while her hands on my butt urging me, compelling me, and I came myself and felt the tremors come from deep within my clit warming me and enlightening me. I thrust onto her a few more times and collapsed next to her, only just noticing the sweat on her skin. She stared at the ceiling, but I was very happy looking at her. We went to sleep.