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A Love Story

By: qualitywheat



My husband is a bit of a jack the lad, or so he likes to believe, ducking and diving, bobbing and weaving, he does come up with some good ideas that have made really good money, and some not so clever ones that have taken away the good, he has a regular job, but is always into or onto the next way to make us the proverbial millionaires.

It never happens, and I suppose it never will, he tries, but sometimes he does go too far and gets into trouble in some quarters.

He has had a couple of beatings by some he has tried to turn over or deceive into something, only to find that their idea of fair play is to give the 'wrongdoer' a good twatting!

We have been married 4 years, Im 24 my husband is 28, so we are still finding our way, I'm beginning to wonder why I married him, but he is good to me, never hurts me, and generally provides us with good income, he doesn't like me working so I'm a lady of leisure, I try not to overspend just to keep my end of the marriage solvent.

We have a decent sex life, I know he has been unfaithful, his character won't let him turn down a shag, I myself have been unfaithful too, just for retribution as it were, he would be horrified if he found out it was with his brother a few times, and once in a moment of weakness with his dad.

That happened one day when he had come round to do a little job for me, I was upset, Dan (my husband) had had it away the night before and I knew because of the perfume, and lipstick on his neck etc.

I went to his dad, and into his arms for comfort, he petted me, told me he was always there for me for whatever reason, we sat on the sofa, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed having fantastic sex, we spent the day at it, it was great and I knew I would do it again if he wanted to, but he was so embarrassed and horrified by what we had done he never comes around on his own now, or makes sure someone is there too with me.

Me? I'm Michelle, or Micky to all who know me, Im a natural blonde, it is long down to the middle of my back and it tapers gently from my shoulders, it's soft, glossy thick, I have it parted down the middle and it always looks good, even when I've just got out of bed.

I'm pretty rather than beautiful, but have always had plenty of attention from men, so I know I have what they would like to touch and feel, and like to look at.

Big blue eyes, his brother calls them his personal headlights, which makes me laugh, but he says it turns him on and then I get a good rogering from him, but he doesn't come round too often so the chances of us being caught are minimal.

He seduced me in my kitchen one day, by just suddenly exclaiming that he wanted me so bad he had to have me, he grabbed hold of me, I giggled not really believing he would go anywhere near that, but he pushed me backwards over my table and held me there kissing my neck then my lips. 

He is very good looking in a rugged way, he fondled my tits, and squeezed my nipples, I couldn't break free, I never thought of screaming or shouting, I just wriggled to free myself, waste of time that was!

I could feel his hard on against my leg, and it so turned me on, he really really did want me passionately, the evidence was there pressing on me wasn't it?

I went from protesting to mewling to giving in.

Then he moved from me, pushed his arms under me and carried me off to bed, and now he is my irregular lover, but he is great at it too, always leaves me satisfied, maybe its because its not often he fucks me.

I am 5ft 4" tall, have a really good figure, perky tits, narrow waste, shapely hips and good legs so I do like mini skirts etc, and all the women girly things to keep me sexy.

I know I have a lovely face, my eyes are wide, arched natural eyebrows, button nose, and full lips, and I learned to pout at an early age to get my way with the boys.

Then came Armageddon, it came in the shape of a man I had never met, it was Monday mid morning, there was a knock at my door as well as the ring of the bell.

I opened the door and there stood a man, with a white van reversed into our drive, I asked who he was and could I help him, he asked if I was Michelle Walker, I answered, 'yes,' and then he said, 'this is Dan Walkers house then?'

'Yes, is there a problem or something?' I asked.

'Well you can say that Michelle, yes.' He replied.

And with that he pushed his way into the house, this scared me, he was a big powerful looking guy, good looking too, but you could see there was hardness about him, and he was business like in his manner.

He took me by the elbow, and told me not to protest; he then closed and locked the door.

He walked me into my kitchen, and locked the backdoor.

'Now,' he said, 'your husband has made the biggest mistake of his life and I am here to collect, one way or the other!'

I was stupefied, 'what do you mean, who are you?'

I was scared now, already I knew one of Dan's deals had gone wrong big time.

'My name is Jonathon, but you can call me Jon,' he said.

'He conned me into lending him £30.000 and he has told me he cant pay it back for several months, if ever, so I've come here to see what there is to take for a start.' 

'But we don't have a lot, as you can see?' I timidly responded, not knowing where this was going.

I feared being beaten up or something, or worse, raped, I was frightened now.

'Please let me try and get hold of him, let me try and sort this, please?' I begged.

'Okay,' he said.

I rang his work, but he was out, I left an urgent message for him to call home, and that a man called Jonathan was here to see him.

We waited for 2 hours and still no response, he chatted with me so I felt a little better, he didn't seem too threatening to me, he asked me to make him tea, I did, as well as sandwiches, at least he wasn't mad at me, so I was feeling safer, he asked me who I was, where from etc etc.

He told me I was a beautiful lady, and that Dan was a lucky man, but that I was unlucky to have married him.

I couldn't disagree with that statement just then, and nodded my head to him.

It was then that things took another turn; he asked me if I was and felt as sexy, as I was beautiful.

I had to smile at his nice words, and admitted that yes, I thought I was.

'So how many times have you had to be unfaithful Michelle, I know what your husband is like so I know you must have had play away?' He said.

The look on my face had given me away, it was a totally unexpected question.

'Yes, I can see you have, and to be honest, I don't blame you, that fucking loser,' he growled.

'Well, plan B will have to come into play Michelle, Im sorry, but you are going to have to come with me for a while, but please don't worry, you will be as safe as can be, as long as you behave yourself,' he warned, he was next to me now, so I knew whatever it was he had in mind, I wasn't going to thwart it.

'What do you mean, go with you for a while?' I uttered.

'Your husband has to learn that he can't do whatever he sees fit, that actions can have bad reactions, and this is one he is going to learn about.'

'Now I know all about your life, no kids, parents live in another town, so you won't be missed straightaway, I will make sure your husband behaves himself, while I take some retribution,' he told me.

'Please, you are not going to hurt me are you?' I was shivering with fear now; his hard man demeanour was shining right through.

'No, I would never hurt a woman; it's not the done thing in my world,' he said.

'Now I want you to write a note to hubby telling him you have gone away with me for a few days, he knows who I am so don't worry, it will be okay, you are going to have to trust me whether you like it or not Michelle.' He told me.

'Just tell him not to worry, that you are with me, and that I will be in touch for a chat okay?'

'I need to focus his mind on his problem,' he said.

I got up, he got up with me, and I took out a pad and wrote him a note explaining what had happened and that I would be back in few days, not to worry Jonathan has promised I will be fine, and that I would be okay, Jon added, to keep this to himself, or things would escalate.

I started to sob in fear, I was sure this would come to a sticky end, if my husband had been here now it would have been his sticky end, that's for sure, I just couldn't see a way out of this, I had no idea what this Jonathan had in mind at all.

He ordered me upstairs where he made me put into a small case, my personal care items, including some sexy underwear, his orders, and changes of clothes, this done we went back down, I had half expected to be molested in some way, but he behaved honourably, as he had throughout I must admit.

Then I thought to myself if he is going to kidnap me, I may be able to escape once I was outside, he would have to get me to his van, so I could scream and cause a fuss.

That was my plan now, but he pulled a bottle out of his pocket, soaked a cloth with the contents, the smell pervaded the air, I didn't know what it was until he clamped it over my face, and I passed out in the struggle that ensued.

When I came to I was laid on my side on a bed, as my senses returned I started to remember what had happened, I came to fully in about 10 minutes, it was a bedroom, a well decorated and clean one too, but the oddest thing was there wasn't a window, well there was but it took me a while to notice it had been boarded over with very thick plywood screwed to the wall, and painted over to make it fit with the room.

It was then I noticed something else that frightened me, around my waist was a very thin steel wire that was bolted to the bed work, it also had a small but obviously strong padlock at my waist, I got off the bed, and tried to remove it, but it was useless, I could get to the en suite bathroom, whose window was also strongly boarded too.

But not to the boarded up window in the bedroom, I tried to move the bed but that was fixed to the floor.

There was an empty wardrobe; a dresser with a mirror and on it was my suitcase, and on the wall were a television, and a remote on the dresser.

Suddenly the door opened and there was Jonathan, I started to cry and plead with him to let me go, that I would get everything sorted, ho told me 'sorry babe, you are here till that twat of a husband of yours sees things my way, I am not a violent man so don't worry, not a hair of your head will be harmed, but he won't know that will he?'

'I have talked to him and laid it out dead straight he knows the situation you are in, and I've warned him no cops or he won't see you again, and I will still go after him, he understands me that's for sure.'

'Oh my God,' I said, 'what is he going to do?' I asked.

'He said he will get my money,' Jonathan told me.

He went out and locked the door that's when I noticed it had a keypad instead of a normal door handle; I was well and truly trapped and at this man's mercy, although he seemed to be trusting somehow.

He came back with a tray of food and drink, which while I felt terrible I was starving and so thirsty, so I ate and drank everything he gave me.

I spent the next hour thinking what I could do to get out of this, and the only thing I could think of was my looks, sexuality, and womanly guile, which I knew I had a lot of, I could just about seduce any man I knew if I wanted, and I'm sure he would be no different, but would it work?

He came in later and removed the tray and came back with items of food for snacks and drinks, so I would be able to nibble or whatever afterwards.

The clock on the side table showed it was 10:15 at night.

He told me my husband was a bit upset and that he had threatened to do Jonathan in if any harm came to me, he laughed when he said this.

I would have sniggered too if the situation wasn't desperate for me, my husband was no hard man in any shape or form and I'm sure that had he taken on Jonathan he would have regretted it very much.

Then came the biggest surprise of all, Jonathan told me to ready myself for bed, I couldn't believe he was telling me to go to bed!

I shouted at him, and asked him if he was stupid, how dare he tell me to go to bed, especially at this hour.

I flounced to the chair near the bed and sat down, saying I would go to bed when I was ready to and not when told to like a little school girl.

Big mistake!

He grabbed me and yanked me out of the chair, threw me over his lap and started spanking me, hard, very hard, I was begging him to stop in no time, pleading with him.

'Are you going to do as you are told,' he asked me?

'No.' I foolishly replied.

Again I was thrashed on my now painful bottom; I couldn't reach to stop him.

'Are you?' he demanded.

'Yes yes, please stop, I will,' I cried.

'Good girl, now take your things and get ready for bed okay?'

I gathered my case and hurried into the bathroom, I was going to lock the door and defy him, but there was no lock, and no catch.

I washed my face, pondered my fate, and slowly got ready for bed, all I had brought were negligees, and such, why had I been so stupid and not brought some more practical items?

The woman in me prevented me from returning at least as best as I could make myself look; I brushed my hair, made my face up a little to hide my red eyes from the weeping.

I put on a thong and went back, he face was a picture, and he looked at me and shook his head, 'wow you look amazing Michelle you really do.'

My pride returned and I beamed inwardly at his words, men were so easy when confronted by a beautiful sexy woman.

I must confess it did make me feel a little turned on too to be admired by my captor like this.

I waltzed to the bed, pulled back the covers and got in.

It was then I had my biggest shock, he started to get undressed.

'What are you doing?' I asked incredulously.

'Getting ready for bed too Michelle, what does it look like?' He enquired.

'You're not sleeping in here with me,' I told him, 'don't even think about it.' 

'Got no where else babe, so we are gonna have to share, so close the mouth right now okay, or you'll get another slapping.'

I hunkered down in the duvet at his words, I wasn't going to lay myself open to that again, that's for sure.

He undressed to his boxers, revealing a tight powerful compact body and he was hairy too, I do like that on a man, he turned out the light and got in with me; I was right on the edge of the bed as far away as I could get from him, my back turned to him.

'You are really beautiful Michelle, and I won't hurt you I promise.'

That made me feel better and I relaxed a little, and somehow later fell asleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night to find myself in the middle of the bed, with my back still to him, he with his arm around me and he was cupping my left breast in his right hand.

His head in my neck, his body up against mine, and he was asleep.

Then I did what comes natural to a girl, well it does and did to me, I wiggled my bum into him and made myself comfy without even thinking about it, and that's when I felt his prick tucking itself into the crack of my arse.

I turned myself on immediately, I gently lifted my right leg and moved backwards to him and trapped his prick completely, when I lowered it.

What was I doing, Im in a bed with what was really a strange man, who had kidnapped me, and forced me to sleep in the same bed, and I was becoming uncontrollably aroused!

That's when it became irretrievable, he prick started to harden in my crack.

It just grew and began pressurise my arse and pussy, he smoothed his right hand around my tit and his fingers found the nipple, I nearly went through the roof.

I knew he had woken up when began to gently kiss my neck and shoulder and then whispered to me softly 'Oh Michelle.'

All I could do then was let him know I was okay with what was happening by reaching my arm backwards taking hold of his hip and holding myself to him.

That's when I really snuggled into him, the hairs on his chest and lower body were tickling my back and bum so wonderfully, it became more and more arousing as every second went by.

I let go of his hip and searched for the now very hard prick in my crack, got hold of it and squeezed it, he moaned in my neck, I squeezed some more, and he yanked me around to more or less face him, looked at me in the gloom and said, 'Michelle, I can't hold out honey, I want you so much.'

'I do too.' I murmured.

My thong was shredded right off me, and he was on me and in me in a nana second, I didn't realise I was so slick, slippy and juicy; he went in up to the hilt right off, his lips found mine, my knees went outwards upwards and over his back like there was no tomorrow, he filled me completely.

Neither of us lasted very long we both came at the same time, like a couple of steam trains colliding, him hammering down on me, me hammering upwards at him, it seemed like a thundering collision when we both drowned each other in the love juice that exploded from us both.

We just lay there after settling down from what was a massive orgasm for me, he was kissing me, I was kissing him, arms around each other, both saying we couldn't believe that it had just happened like that and as fast as that, it was all so knew and natural. 

I knew we were going to continue this, I felt happy, cheeky, nervy, loving, and so sexy towards this man, and not in the least bit guilty or caring about what my hapless husband had done to himself.

He still had his prick in me although it had softened somewhat, I didn't care, I just felt so relaxed and calm, I pushed my face into his neck and told him that that was fantastic for me; he replied he felt the same.

I felt that a crossroads was entering my life, and I wasn't sure which way it was going to go either.

We started petting and loving each other as lovers do, but it became apparent to me that he was a dominant personality, because as we went along he got more lovingly aggressive, was it because I turned him on so? 

I hoped it was, he flipped me onto my back, climbed over me and started sucking, kissing and licking my pussy and he was so good at it I was writhing about on the bed searching for another orgasm, but as I was just about to hit the top he stopped reached between us and jammed his dangling cock into my open mouth.

I silently obeyed his demand and sucked it and bit (gently) at his knob head, reached and cupped squeezed at his balls, ran my hands over his arse and scratched at him pressed my finger into his bum hole, this made him slide off me, tipped my feet over my head and completed the mission on/in my pussy with his mouth, I came, I couldn't help it, couldn't stop it,

As I came down from my high, I asked him to let me lie still for a moment while I recovered, he smiled went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, when he returned he took me in his arms, kissed me in such a beautiful loving way it took my breath away.

'Michelle,' he whispered into my mouth, 'this changes the dynamics of this entire entire thing do you understand what I'm saying?'

'No,' I replied, 'what do you mean?'

'Well I brought you here just get my money back, but now this has happened, you are still going to be here at least the next 4 days, that's what I gave him, 4 more days, or you would disappear.

'Wha, Wha what do you mean disappear, were you going to kill me?' My fear returned 10 fold.

He laughed at that and said, 'Michelle I promised you that you would be 100% safe and you will.'

'But I am not going to be able to stop making love to you, with you and fucking you okay?'

'Well Mr,' I said as I grabbed his prick again, 'you had better start making good on that statement then, because I want you just as much.'

We made love on and off during what was left of that night, and he was so much better at it than my seemingly more and more worthless fucking husband. 


A Love Story



I thought about him and the biggest thing that came into my mind was that he was as people had often told me, but I refused to believe and that was, he was a loser, and do you know? They were right.

Jonathan was turning out to be a real gem, a true gent, a great lover, and he was kind to me, made sure I was the one who got the goods first, he was happy when I made him come afterwards as long as I had hit the roof in my orgasms.

But when he fucked me in my arse, that was different, I protested, I fought, and I still got fucked there, it was anal rape in a way, but he got me, I was left with no resistance, which was a first for me, as I usually led the way if I could in loving my man,

But as he pummelled me gently there, I softened and enjoyed the most unusual orgasm I had ever had, it was like no other.

I asked him to release me and told him I was okay now, and wouldn't try to escape, that I wouldn't fight him in anyway; I was his as long as he wanted me.

He did and we took an hour long shower, God did he make me cum, I was climbing the walls.

And I made him cum too in my mouth, beautiful sperm all the way down into my bank!

He went out in the afternoon but not before replacing the wire thing around me, I protested loudly, got a thundering triple slapping of my arse and an order to be quiet, that he was doing it and that was that, he kissed me and left me lying on the bed bereft, I wanted him to be with me, I loved him didn't I?

What did I just say to myself, I loved him? No you do not Michelle I told me, but I did miss him already.

I had only known him a day, and my life as I had known it was over, me and my husband were finished no matter what happened now.

He came back and said, 'good news he has promised me the money by tomorrow, so you'll be able to go,' with a sad smile on his handsome face.

He came to me and I put my arms around him, 'untie me right now Jon,' I said.

He did, I pulled him to me, 'Jon,' I whispered, 'I don't think I want to go, you are making me fall in love with you, I can't help it.'

'Oh Michelle,' he said, ' that's music to my ears, I hate what I have done, it didn't bother in the first, but when we kissed, I knew what I had done was a bad thing, that jail time was on the cards, but now I want you too.'

'Would you please stay with me, and not go back to him, I will take real care of you honey I promise, I am a wealthy man so there will be no financial problems.'

'I will tell him to forget the money if you will start a new life with me baby,' he almost whimpered.

'Oh Jon, I will/would, but I know nothing about you,' I told him. 

'You will in a minute,' he said, and he just plain dived on me and fucked me senseless, I never stood a chance he fucked me so hard, I was flopping about on the bed as he brought his sexual power to bear right down on me, I came and came it was wonderful, after he finished and filled me with his cum, I looked up at this almost stranger and said I was staying with him.

He rested with me for about 30 minutes, then got up and disappeared without a word, leaving me free, but still locked in the room.

He came back with a portable drill, I looked in bewilderment as he stepped to the boarded up window and proceeded to take out big screws, and then the board fell to the floor, 'come,' he said holding out his hand.

I stepped to the window and looked out, what I saw amazed me; I was looking at very well cared for and expansive gardens, with a pool to the side.

'My rear garden,' he whispered into my ear and kissed my neck.

'This is your rear garden?' I asked incredulously.

'Yes,' he said as he walked to the door taking my hand, we went across the landing of what seemed to me to be a huge house; I had thought I was in some dingy apartment block,

In another bedroom, I looked out again at his' front' garden it was like a football pitch, with a drive snaking through it.

He took me in his arms kissed me, and said, 'this can yours if you want Michelle, I have never fallen in love before, never even knew what it meant, but I do now,' he told me.

'Every woman I have ever met just wanted my money and my house, you had no idea of whom or what I was, but you are you, you have loved me these last 2 days like no other woman ever has, you have loved me with this,' he said pointing at my heart, 'I love that and I love you, so you can be with me forever, or go home it will be up to you?'

'This is unbelievable,' I said, 'we don't really know each other Jon, we will have to take time to do that, but I am more than willing to try if you really do mean it when you say you love me.'

'You are making me fall in love with you just by being the man you are here before me, you won't change will you?'

I kissed him as hard and as passionately as I could.

'I will lay down my life for you Michelle, we are going to have a fantastic life, I have found my soul mate, I know it.'

We made love again, I was insatiable, and he satisfied me every time, we slept, and when we awoke it was early afternoon.

'Come on Jon, we have to go to my house to get my things, there is quite a load to bring here, are you sure you really want to do this, there will be no turning back darling?'

'Michelle I have never been more sure of something in my life.'

He went out and I heard him on the phone, he shouted for me, and we were off in his big white van, but I noticed 2 high powered Mercs in the drive too!

I was worried about meeting my husband, but he wasn't there, what I didn't know was that the phone call Jon had made was to make sure he wasn't.

We went through the house taking all my personal things and things I wanted from it.

I never saw my husband for the next 3 years, his life was tits up, lost everything, the house, his job, and back home living with his parents, Jon had let him off with the 30.000 too, and no divorce costs.

My life was absolute bliss, a loving and worshipping husband, father to our 2 children, we were the happiest, and he still fucked me rotten whenever he felt like it, which was often thankfully, he loved tying me up, and I loved it too, he would fuck me mercilessly sometimes, in fact I had trouble walking on occasions, and I still got a good spanking now and again, I knew who was my boss, I was so in love, but as lovers we were incomparable.

I am a very lucky woman, but I have a man now that cannot escape me too, he is mine.



A Love Story



Men and women hunch together, twin planets moving in tortuous synchronicity with their moons. Men are sweaty, and imbued; women are giggly, and flirty, because booze takes them differently. If we were to use the planes focus, the sexes would be in different places, but visible, at all times, to their opposites.

A man lurks, the word deliberate, in the corner. He is not an attractive man. He is a mite overweight. His face is dominated by his nose. He is, however, of a more than moderate height, and he is strong, stronger than he knows, but that is just physical strength.

He spies a woman, waiting. She is correspondingly uninteresting. Her face is young, but spotted. Her body is shapely, but also overweight. Her hair is blonde, and she is wearing too much mascara. When she walks past, the man can smell her foundation, but to him that doesn't matter.

He walks to her, and they begin to talk. He is simply an ordinary sort; he enjoys football, and the simple pleasures, like getting drunk at a wedding. She is not dissimilar, but is of course of a feminine persuasion; she enjoys drinking, but not too much. She entertains thoughts of doing it with a girl, but only so far as her boyfriend would approve of or enjoy.

They two suffer the consequence of their inadequacy, this night. They talk; they meet their minds together. He thinks she is all kinds of good looking; she thinks the same, but hides it behind an irritation at his incessant attention. He asks for her number; she demurs. 

They go home separate. She sleeps alone in her bed, as does he. He quite likes the thought of her; she tries not to think about him. His voice, his face, his body; it all comprises into an irritant for her. It shits her that she can't get him out of her head, out of her thoughts; she goes to work, and tells her friends about this shithead who followed her around at her friend's wedding, and how unbelievably annoying he was. 

He talks to the groom, when he gets back from the honeymoon. They were both at paint ball, and at the pub after, they talk. He mentions her; she is the groom's cousin. They bag each other, but that in and of itself is standard. The groom offers to mention him to her, when they next talk; the man demurs, again. Won't be good to come across too desperate.

Eventually, there is another wedding, in the family. He and she both attend. His name is Nathan: hers is Chantelle. They both share drinks, hers being vodka cranberries, his beer or a scotch and coke.

They fall, drunk and dishevelled, into a hotel room. They are kissing each other; he is realising something he has fantasised sober and drunk, millions of times; she is revelling in the fact that she finally admits he is sexy, good-looking. The one she wants, for now.

The next day is awkward. He is twenty five; she is twenty seven. She thinks he is a regression; something she would do while drunk. He thinks she was good; a fantasy to look back on, later in life. 

That they both enjoyed the sex they shared is not new. They wanted to think the other liked them; as far as they were concerned, the other was hooked on them. He thought she wouldn't or couldn't say no; she thought he couldn't do any better. Both were right, at least in this instance.

She is a nurse. She works in Tuesday nights. One night, he is at a boy's night; his friend has just gotten engaged. They went to a strip club, then to a bar. A man took offence at his appearance, and got into a deliberate altercation; a fight. He was never going to take the thing lying down.

He never took his boxing seriously; that he had taken lessons at all enabled him to live, to move out of the position he was in, out of the true damaging range of the blow that felled him. It hit him hard enough to render him unconscious, but not to do further brain damage. Yes, he was already not of high intelligence, but the punch the knocked him out was clumsy, not within the range that made it damaging. An unfortunate blow indeed.

She saw him, in the ER; her mind translated to recognition, then panic. She instantly willed him to be okay; fine, she prayed him so as well. He, in his placid, unconscious state, was more attractive than awake and speaking; she takes note of this, idly, while changing his medication.

His face is peaceful, unlined, as she stares at him without realising it. She takes note of his features, as abstractly as she can; objective as is possible. She looks at his lips; she remembers moaning into them, her body vibrating as he moved around and within her. She remembers how he tasted, how hard his body was, yet how she felt when he kissed her.

She looks away, at the perfect time.

He is deep, deep within himself. He cannot see through his eyes, nor hear with his ears. He can feel, though, through the black; he can feel her warmth through the layers of his skin. 

He groans, and the sound is actuality. 

She hears the sound, and moves to his side. She presses the button that summons a doctor; this time, it is a pretty young woman, at least twenty four. She looks at least nominally Asian, but she lacks an accent when she speaks English. 

The doctor talks to the man, and Chantelle hates that she is standing there, unable to do anything of substance. She feels all kinds of unattractive, bordering on ugly. She wishes that they were alone; the attachment she feels for his prone body is uncanny, bordering on the insane, obsessive.

The man squints, hoping to improve on the dimness around him. He cannot see anything, yet he can hear the sound of his IV; the constant beeping of the machine a bed away. He can hear the doctors voice; a beautiful sound, despite the pounding of his head. He tries to put a picture to the sound, yet the only face he can get is hers. Chantelles. He tries to dismiss it; tries to de-attach it from the voice, but it won't go away. Could be that he can smell her, but he wasn't sure.

The doctor asks him what is wrong; he tells her he can't see. Chantelle looks at him, then at the doctor; she may not be brilliant, but she is a good person, and she feels numb, sad; her eyes are still drawn to him, forced almost against her will, to him. Always, to him. She wanted to think she was being silly, but her eyes kept moving, ending any and every thought, exploring the planes of his face. 

The next day is no better. She takes care of him; changes his IV, assists him on his way to the restroom. She falters at taking him to the shower; she cannot find the distance necessary to adequately clean him. He still cannot see. Was he aware that she was the nurse, the one looking for him now? He couldn't see her face, and it almost made her weep. She didn't even leave the hospital, even when her shift finished; she worried over him, sitting there, while he slept.

For him, the days are empty, bleak; the images he cannot see cannot be filled by the multitude of meanings he finds through sound, taste. His hands feel texture harder, rougher; he senses meaning in voices more. The young lady who is his doctor holds no hope his vision will return; she doesn't say so, but her voice does. The nurse that serves him doesn't like him; she never speaks. She smells so familiar; he wishes so hard it hurts that he could see her. It burns him that he can't, that he doesn't feel like he will, ever again. 

It took a month for him to be capable of leaving the hospital; on the last day, he smells her. She is split in two; she doesn't want to speak to him; she wants to run to him, to press herself to him, and not just because she feels enormous sympathy for him. She so unbelievably wants him now; she admits it to herself, after she wakes, and before she sleeps. She hasn't slept with another since him; she glorifies that night, the one she dismissed at the time. He was fireworks for her, in her head. 

He is dressed: his sister begins to push him out of his room, but he asks her to wait. Chantelle stands there, outside; too afraid to walk in, too scared of actually admitting to him, Nathan, that man who existed in her head and in the actuality beyond. 

He speaks out: "I remember you. You have been there every day. I wanted to thank you for looking after me, even though you don't like me. I'd get you flowers, but I wouldn't know who to give them to. Anyway, thanks."

Nathan's sister sees her tears, and smiles at her. She pushes his wheelchair down the hall, then feeds him a shit excuse, and walks back to the room.

Chantelle is still there, sitting down in a chair. She almost hates herself; she tells herself she is being silly, unable to actually talk to him, to tell him she doesn't hate him, that she loves him. Her hand stalls to her lips at that last; she hadn't admitted it to herself, and her tears fall fresh as Nathans sister passes the doorframe.

They talk; they share. They almost become fast friends. The sister knows; Chantelle knows she knows. She invites her to the third wedding; the day for that most ominous of bachelor's nights. Chantelle says she was invited anyway, but please don't tell him I knew he was here. The sister nods; just, please talk, see him. Let him know it's okay; that he's still alive. 

"Why don't you come downstairs with me, Chantelle? Say goodbye?" The sister asks; Chantelle shakes her head, hating herself for her weakness. 

The wedding is muted. One of the groomsmen losing his sight will do that. But it isn't without joy; Nathan is almost happy, again. When his friend, the groom, asked him if he wanted him to put off the wedding, he punched him in the shoulder, hard; he was unbelievably happy that the blow connected. It corked the man's shoulder; the groom's tone of happy surprise was even better. 

Indeed, Nathan is surprised at the degree his life had not changed, since he couldn't see. He gained the capacity to stand; he knew his room well enough to get dressed, go to the bathroom. He hadn't forgotten about the girl, Chantelle, but she wasn't at the forefront of his mind. 

But when he sat there, next to a table, and smelt her, he made the connection; she was there, the nurse from the hospital. He nudged his sister, and got her to give him a bouquet. She wheeled him over, and he tried not to sweat. 

He struggled for the words; he didn't really know what to say to her, that her, that had looked after him, that hadn't told him she was there. Chantelle; the name shivered over his tongue. He wanted to say it again, but he held it in; who would want him now?

She blushes, as their fingers touch, over the ribbons surrounding the flowers. He takes a seat, next to her; she never leaves the chair and the table. The groom asks the best man to see they both get drinks, without either noticing. They didn't. They, still, aren't that smart.

They spend time together. She visits; he calls her. When he can arrange to visit her, he does. He cannot believe how happy he is around her; she loves him. She admits it to herself, again and again. She cannot deal a day without hearing him speak, seeing his face. 

She moves to kiss him, one day; he feels her lips close over his, and his hands move to her shoulders. He rises out of the chair, and feels his way onto the couch, large enough for them to share. He doesn't think long enough to wonder why; he moves. Instinct drives him on. 

She is nearly weeping at her happiness. She knows she is crying. And yet she is aroused, so much. Her eyes close, and stay that way; in this she is as blind as he is. 

They both move, one being under the blackness of their feelings. I love him, she thinks; he cannot admit it to himself, anything. 

Her skirt rumples upwards, to hover over her hips; he feels his way to lift her shirt. He kisses her, on the lips; he feels her collarbones, her shape, imprinting it in his head via osmosis. Her hands are on his neck, in his hair; they follow as he moves low, his tongue on her bare navel, tracing the line of her skirt edge. Denim is not the nicest tasting of fabrics. 

She guides his fingers to a zip, at one side, as his tongue dips into her belly button. She laughs, breathlessly. He kisses her, pulling the dress down, and feeling the way back up to her panties. If he could see them, he would know they were pink, and new. He traces them, with his hands, creating their shape. He can smell her desire, and he feels something rise within him, to meet it. 

He traces her groin with his tongue. He sips the air around her; it vibrates, thrumming with her desire. He doesn't take long to taste her, impatience getting the better of him.

He had gone down on women before, but not since the accident; better to think of it as that than what it was. It was so much better than it was before. He was so hard, but he felt no need to rush, or to move into her. 

She tastes amazing. Not quite tangy, not quite salty, nor sweet, nor sour. Not anything other than ambrosia to his self; not that he would term it such. 

She trembles. Her eyes are still closed, but they flutter, as she feels him touch her over and over. He is even better than she remembers, and she bites her tongue to stop from speaking and crying out. She arches, as he parts her with his mouth, and he french-kisses her centre.

He cannot breathe, not one bit, but that doesn't stop him. He knows her name, and they had talked over and more since he was hurt, but this solidified her in his head. It wasn't Chantelle, nor any other person. Now, she was her, that essence; it looks, sounds, tastes. By osmosis, her imprinted onto him.

He rises up, but he never loses contact with her. She thinks, idly, about how before this she hated to kiss her own desire off a man's face, but it's nothing. She would do anything, say anything, to kiss him now, and when he does, she swoons into the embrace, not fainting but losing herself into him.

Neither can think, can ascribe where one of them ends and the other begins. She is blind; he can see. When he enters her, over and over, neither can tell who is moving. Both are, both aren't, the world around them ascribing motion to their bodies that defies physics. 

He is so hard, so ready within her. It begins, at the base of his spine, a tingle, a caress of warmth. It spreads, slowly, down, between his legs; it moves, away from his body, with his soul, into his cock, and surrounds him fully. 

He pours himself within, and she can feel it, amazingly. 

They lie together, and do not ruin the timelessness by speaking. She smiles, and he feels it against his chest. Her hair tickles as she moves against him, her lips finding the corner of his jaw, beneath his ear.

They whisper, together, little platitudes of love. Both are honest, completely for once. If they don't tell each other the sealing words, it is due to a fear of rushing. Their foolishness pales to wisdom. 

She does not go home, that night. They stay together for the weekend. She comes over every day for the next week, and they sleep together every night. He doesn't dare to ask her to marry him, not yet. If this had happened before he lost his sight, he would have, but now things have changed. In his mind, he has gone from being a catch to a burden. He can't work, nor do anything for her; his heart aches for both what he has lost and for her if she stays. 

She is literally on cloud nine. Her days are as spring clouds so fleeting as to pass no shower over a summer existence. She smiles to herself, thinking of him, and goes about her duties. However, she is far more perceptive than we give her credit for. She knows how he feels about himself, more or less, so she won't rush him at all. Let him reassure himself that she is there, next to him, because she wants him, and that she is going nowhere. 

Nathan's mother visits him, and with her she brings a man. If Nathan could see him, he would observe the cane, the beautiful golden Labrador, and the black glasses. But the man is businesslike, as he sits, and introduces himself. The man opens a suitcase, and brings out a sheet of paper with bumps on it, and runs his own fingers over them, lightly.

The man gives Nathan a sheet, and directs the index finger of his right hand to a space. There are six indents in place, and he explains that in these six places a form of written language exists. Braille, the man said. With it, you can read again. You can write, and you can type. 

The words hit Nathan like a blow. He was as unaware of the existence of blind people as anyone; he remembered that the doctors had mentioned reading, but it hadn't sunk in properly. He is excited, but apprehensive; he never liked reading, before. He wasn't any good at it in school. 

Over the next few weeks, the blind man returns. Sometimes his mother brings him; others, Chantelle drops him off. Nathan can find his way around his home, easily. It became almost easy to picture the room as it was, how it would have looked if he could see it; that realisation surprised him by the lack of bitterness that accompanied it. He could find a milk bottle by feeling the texture of the bottle, herbs by their smell. The blind man had supplied him with little stickers, which Chantelle had put on the keys of the microwave, so when he felt them he knew what number he had, which setting he found. And he could read them, with ever growing ease.

That he found it difficult to learn was true; as he knew, he was not the best student. But he tried, and practiced; he would not be a burden on those he loved. He would not.

He got a payout from the government, weekly, to assist with his living. He used the first payment to purchase a keyboard, one that could be plugged into his computer, which had their letters bumped into them. 

Did it take long for him to begin writing? Perhaps. But when he did he found it amazing that the things which emerged were more like a cacophony than a tune; so much detail and life. He kept going; he listened to the radio, to the television, and wrote reviews. He maintained a blog, which he asked Chantelle to post for him, and she did. 

Then, he thought about it, and decided to sit down, and write about her. The woman who changed his life, so much for the better. He put everything he knew about her onto the pages he couldn't see, and how he loved her. 

And around that theme, he illustrates a world, and a plot.

He asks his mother to read it, to tell him if it was any good. She loves it; beautiful, amazing. It isn't poetic so much as it's honest, brutally heartbreakingly honest. And it speaks, of him and his simplicity, his pain, his love, his life. 

He has it sent to an agent, who calls him as soon as she read it. Chantelle drives him to the city, and leads him inside; they haven't quite gotten around to getting him a dog yet. They all joke that they would get jealous of a dog that was smarter than them. 

She never told Nathan that she had not renewed her lease, which he hadn't asked about. It was fine, because she was always there, with him. Did she resent how much she looked for and to him? She looks within, and asked herself that question, over and over, and she finds, quite surprisingly, that the answer is not really. She privately always saw herself as a bit selfish (before, she would have said 'independent'). 

His novel, about her, gets published. She smiles, as she reads the paperback he gets her, her face reddening as the words recall their first time together; the fumbling drunken hands clutching at formal clothes. 

She is speechless, when she finished. The novel says 'I love you' better than any words. He lifted his head, from the back of the armchair he was in, putting a book aside.

He finds his way to her, and kneels before her, between her legs.

"What'd you think?"

She kisses him softly on the cheek. "I love you, too, dear."

He smiles. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I still can't believe you wrote a book."

He laughs. "I can't either."

She leans back, as he starts to get up, but starts when he stops halfway.




A Love Story



"Chantelle Whitting, will you marry me?"

Her eyes swim with unshed tears as she nods, then laughs at herself, the things descending to the carpeted floor, as she kisses him again, and says, "Yes."



A Love Story



Hello, my name is Jennifer I was born in the UK where I spent most of my childhood, by the young age of four years old, I was given an opportunity of appearing in a small local television show as the granddaughter of the main characters.

Overjoyed with the prospect, my parents allowed me to take on the small role which eventually became a recurring one and finally, when I was a few years older, I became a regular member of the cast. 

An acting career had begun for me, which I had thrown myself into with everything that a young girl had. Cast as the cute little freckled and pig-tailed girl, I loved the role and all payments where placed in a trust fund for me, for when I reached 18 years old. However, by eleven years old I had hit puberty and I was eventually dropped from the cast only to be replaced by a younger actress.

Heartbroken by this horrible betrayal by people I considered as my friends I eventually returned to something of a normal life of a growing young girl, but my dream of being a professional actress had still lived on inside of me. Trained on set of the show for many years, I fell into a local theatre group at the age of twelve or thirteen where I remained for years and occasionally, I was offered small roles in television. It was nothing major, just walk on or minor speaking roles on shows that where well, pathetic really. Three weeks after my eighteenth birthday, I cashed out my accounts and with dreams of becoming an full time actress, I set my sights on the US. 

Upon arriving in the US and while searching for acting roles, I changed my name to Jenna Coleman after all I thought it sounded a little better then Jennifer Annabel Boggs.

With a large trust fund account from my earlier work and the interest it gathered, I bought an amazing home in a large private and secured estate where I followed my dreams and for two years, I took up minor roles on American TV shows until one day I was spotted by the executive producer of a new show she was working on. 

Set in the distant future, and set on-board a deep space exploration spaceship of some kind. After being given the role, almost instantly and without an audition I was in heaven and months later I arrived on set for my first day of my new career.

The first episode was exhausting work, my character was named Jamie Wiseman was Chief of Security on the spaceship however, it wasn't the many lines and physical acting which tired me out, it was the constant clashes with one particular member of the cast which had tired me so. 

I knew her the moment I saw her, Charlotte West an amazing actress in her early-30's who was cast as the commanding officer of the spaceship. But off set, it's fair to say she was a real diva. She had fought with almost everyone on the set, cast and crew alike but being the only one from the cast or crew who did not hold a US citizenship, it appeared as if I was her favourite target. 

Later on, during filming of the third episode I had heard from another cast member the real reason behind her animosity towards me, it was petty and stupid, since she had gone through the usual audition phases to earn her role and I was spotted by a producer while buying coffee and hired almost on the spot. 

After an audition with another show I failed the role and was in no mood at all when I pulled into a gas station for fuel in a car which looked as if it was being held together with good hope and duct-tape. Deciding to take a break, I stepped inside for a much needed coffee only to find myself arguing with the young man who was serving. Instantly she noticed me and my attitude towards the man as I was angered beyond belief as all I wanted was a strong black coffee.

It seemed as if I was speaking in a foreign language as he poured me a cup of cappuccino coffee, to which I refused to pay for and instantly demanded for his supervisor, while not allowing anyone to step in front of me. 

Stood behind me, she watched with amazement as I argued my point with the manager of the station a man who was twice my size until finally they relented and gave me what I asked for in the first place, even paying me for the fuel I had put in my car. Impressed by what she saw, she introduced herself and told me that she had a role in a new show she was working on. 

Originally written for a male actor, she had the character rewritten and I was instantly hired since the role was then recreated specifically for me.

About eight episodes into filming the first season as the studio had ordered twenty, I had some bad news from home and could not leave due to filming constraints. On set and engrossed in memorising my new lines for the next scene to be filmed, I could feel a darkness spread over the set as she entered. 

I sat in the first chair I could find as I read and instantly memories the new lines as Charlotte walked towards me as she yelled for me to move from the seat, her seat, her character's seat. On occasion, I had bent to her will for a quiet life, after all if I was kicked from the show, I would probably have to leave the US. 

But this time, I stood and confronted her as the set fell silent while all eyes fell upon me as I stood facing her, my eyes a flame with anger and my own grief which was only known to a handful of my friends on set, and that is when she made her first mistake.

Since I had little choice but to grow up quickly while on a TV show back home and the youngest with four older brothers, I had no choice but to train in self defence for many years, I had even installed a private gym in my home. Charlotte stood before me with her fists clenched as she threw a punch directly at me. 

Instinct overcame me as I grabbed her fist and threw her onto the floor with a harsh thud as the cast and crew gasped with shock. I had always been the quiet one on set with very few close friends outside of work, I always on time or early for shooting and always as professional as I could be, but this woman had been chipping away at me for months by this time and I was angry beyond belief.

Shocked at what had happened, Charlotte looked up at me as the Producer walked towards the both of us and called the two of us in her office immediately for a private meeting. I thought I had messed up now and was worried about loosing my dream job. She yelled at the both of us for what seemed like hours until we where sent home for the weekend. 

Anger swelled within me as I drove the three hours back to my home as flakes of snow began to fall. slamming my door shut with anger, I tore off my costume I was still wearing and took a hot bath in the hopes of calming down. I sat down before my log burning fire with a case of icy-cold beer as I tried my best to calm myself. Knowing that my brother had been injured in a car crash and was on life support and that I could not phone home to check in and find out how he was because of the time difference, for the first time since I had arrived in the US three years earlier I was alone and afraid.

My night progressed of drinking beer and watching movies in an attempt to raise my mood as I sat naked before the log fire and laughing at the movies I had chosen in my half drunken state. Around 9 pm, there was a knock on my door. Pushing onto my feet, I grabbed a blanket off my sofa and wrapped it around myself as I left the main living area and walked towards the door and pulled it open. 

I was shock by what I saw and I do not mean the deep snow which had fallen in the few hours since I had returned home, but by Charlotte stood on my doorstep, shivering as a yellow taxi-cab pulled away from my home. I wanted nothing more then to punch her in the face and slam the door closed, but the temperature outside was biting cold. Sighing deeply as I shivered, I stepped aside as Charlotte entered while pulling the hood from her thin jacket off her head. 

Seeing her shiver, I led her into the main living room and towards the hot fire before she sat down and thanked me for allowing her to enter and sit by the fire. Before I could speak, she instantly apologised for her attitude towards me over the last few months as she warmed herself by the fire. Playing at the good host, I offered her a hot drink of coffee and a hot shower, hopefully to warm herself with, something she gratefully accepted.

I couldn't believe this, the woman whom had made my life a living hell for the last few months was being nice to me, so I returned the favour in a coffee and a hot shower as I cleaned and dried her clothes for her while we both sat before the log fire and drank the now warm beer as she wore one of my bathrobes. 

Now, I had no idea when or how it happened, but it did. I had noticed that sometime earlier, I had removed the blanket covering my naked body and placed it on the back of the sofa as she sat facing me laughing and joking with me while her robe was on the sofa next to us.

Her body was amazing, natural and evenly tanned with no white lines on her breasts of bikini line. Her figure was perfect with large firm breasts, a slender waist perfectly proportioned thighs and long slender legs which seemed to go on forever and yes I looked at her neatly trimmed pubic hair in a thin triangle above her tight and inviting lips. 

I had no idea how or when we both stripped off but from the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me in the same way as if examining my body and comparing it to her own. Oh, don't get me wrong now it wasn't as if we where about to jump onto each other at this moment, it was simply looking at another's body in shock past our half drunken haze as we complemented each other on our bodies. 

I had no idea how it started, which as you will read if you carry on with this story is something of an ongoing thing, but our conversation led to sex as she explained about how gentle and loving her husband is, how the was her first and only lover she had had and then she asked the question I had been dreading, she asked about my past lovers. 

I explained that I had been so engrossed in my search for acting work that I had yet to find a lover and that I had not had sex, something she found shocking as she looked at my body. Her hand gently touched my shoulder as I blushed with embarrassment at still being virgin before she told me to use the two things I definitely had at my disposal, two things that men want.

Cupping my breasts playfully, she laughed as she told me that she wished she had a figure like mine with my large D-Cup breasts and an athletic build which was perfectly proportioned for my height and my age, even my natural long blonde hair. 

Laughing slightly she pushed her shoulders backwards and offered her breasts for me to hold in the same way, which I did slowly as we both sat facing each other before an open fire, cupping each other's breasts as we both laughed.

For the rest of the night, we simply talked with each other about our past life, I couldn't believe how I had opened up before her. The woman who not four hours ago I had hated and now we sat naked before each other laughing and joking about our past lives which seemed to echo each others in some way. 

I told her about my early career back in the UK, about the TV show I once starred in as a child and how I had pursued my dream past several disastrous auditions, event the short stint I had done as an underwear model not so long ago and how one photographer had attempted too get me to take off my clothes for him and pose naked for his private collection, something which still made me shiver with disgust. 

Although I knew that she still couldn't get past the fact that I was still a virgin. At around 12 pm we finally looked at the clock and laughed before brought her clean and dried clothing back to her as we had enjoyed our time and now she had to leave for home. Looking out of the window, I saw that the snow had continued falling and the long hill before my house and had very quickly covered with deep snow, she was stranded and with no idea of what to do. 

I had enjoyed my time getting to know Charlie as I now called her and the basis of a good friendship had been finally been forged between the two of us and I could not in good conscience allow her to attempt to go home in such deep snow and freezing temperatures. Although I had four other bedrooms in the house, most where either empty of furniture or filled with boxes since I had yet to unpack all of my belongings even though I had lived here for over two years so I offered her the left side of my bed. 

Agreeing, she made a phone call from my home to her husband Paul and informed him of the situation and that she would be spending the night here in a guest room. Laughing and enjoying ourselves, we finally polishing off the case of beer, we both hugged each other and finally went to bed around 2 am and instantly fell asleep due to the effects of the many beers we had both drank that night. 

The morning after, I awoke slowly with the feeling of a hand over my shoulder and a warm body pressed against my back as a leg hung over my waist, for some reason that did not concern me as she awoke next to me with a smile. Slipping out of my bed that I had shared with another naked woman, not like that! I walked towards the bedroom window and threw open the curtains as she dived under the covers. 

I told her that no houses where behind mine and that was the reason that I had bought the house outright and with purpose since my large back lawn over looked a valley and hillside. Laughing at herself, Charlie stepped out of the bed and joined me at the large, full length window as we saw the snow our reflections in the window as the still falling snow was much deeper then last night. I was so used to being naked in my own home that I didn't realise nor care that another woman stood next to me in the same way. 

Laughing I laid out a challenge before her, I challenged her to follow me out into the snow and have a naked snowball fight with me, something to which she almost turned away from until I said that I would run a hot bath for afterwards. Laughing at me, she called me crazy as we both agreed on the challenge and pulled out a pair of boots before running out into the snow after I ran a hot bath. 

Laughing and having fun, we threw snowballs at each other before it became too cold for us both and we ran inside shivering and still laughing as we entered the large marble bathroom and stepped into the bath facing each other as we warmed ourselves in the hot bubbly water we had ran before stepping into the deep snow. 

The snow continued to fall as she remained at my house for the rest of the day while we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, drinking beer and watching movies and TV shows as we rehearsed our lines together over the two days she stayed at my home, without either of us wearing clothing. 

Finally, early Monday morning, the snow had been cleared and I drove her home which was closer to my house then I thought, barely one hour away. On the Tuesday, I received a call that filming had once again begun and we where to report back on set 3am the next day. Quickly, I phoned Charlie back and explained the news and picked her up for work early the next morning.

The cast and crew where shocked in the change in us both, we spent all our free time together while not on set, laughing and joking as if old friends as our friendship had developed between us both and even her attitude around the rest of our co-workers had changed and we became a favourite of those we worked with. 

Nevertheless, our earlier argument off camera and dark chemistry on screen had been played upon by the writers of the show, as our characters where thrown into a spiral of distrust and hatred. 

As we both became very close friends Charlie and her husband Paul had sold their old home and moved into a house in the same estate as I lived in and when not filming our show Charlie an I spent lots of time together since she used my personal gym whenever she could, I even gave her a key to my house and permitted her access when ever she wanted. 

Since her husband was a movie director himself, he spent much time away from home. Almost afraid of being alone in their large house they bought together Charlie spent her free time with me at my home, we had a silent rule between us that all clothes would remain in a closet and we would do whatever we felt like we even slept in the same bed, showered and bathed together as the growing friendship between us blossomed and we became closer then ever. 

Now, some people may find that strange for two grown women to shower bathe and even sleep together but for the two of us it not sexual it was just the way as our friendship grew while our characters on-screen where thrown into a web of hatred, deceit and mistrust. As our show was granted a second and third season, we had become closer then friends. 

I had never trusted anyone as much as I trusted her and I know that she felt the same way about me. By the start of the third season the news broke that Charlie and her husband where getting a divorce as he had been having an affair with an actress he worked with on one of his movies and that is when Charlie moved out of their home and as her closest friend I opened my home to her for as long as she wanted. 

Filing for a divorce, Charlie took the house which she bought with her own money and quickly sold in a private sale as she now had a larger home with me and she quickly moved on with her life as I did everything I could to help my closest friend and we lived together.

We both had no idea when it started or why but one night several months later, we both went to bed after rehearsing lines for the next day of shooting, as we pulled the covers over our naked bodies we both looked into each other's eyes, leaned close to each other and kissed each other good night. 

Not a kiss on the cheek or a simple meeting lips, but one which was full on kiss of passion as our bodies and breasts pressed against each other's and our hearts beat in unison for that brief moment and her hands gently lay on my hip during our kiss before she rolled over with a large smile of content upon her face. It was the most natural thing in the world to us both to do as I lay with my breasts pressed against her back, my left arm over her waist as we both fell asleep. 

The morning after, I awoke with my head on her shoulder and my hand softly placed on her left breast as we both awoke together and deeply kissed each other good morning. 

Stepping out of what had long since become our bed we both walked hand in hand towards the bathroom and gave each other our respective privacy before we stepped into the shower cubical together and without saying a word, just content with what our daily lives had now become. 

Acting with our now well timed daily routine, we cleaned ourselves before I turned around and allowed Charlie to wash my back as we had done for who knows how long. Her hands gently washed the soap off my back and firm buttocks before running over my sides and breasts as we both did with each other every morning. 

Yet now, something different had happened as I pressed myself against her body while her hands sensually moved over my breasts caressing them softly before she pushed my long blonde hair aside and kissed my shoulder while I gently moaned with satisfaction at another's hands and lips on my Virgin body. 

Gently I turned my head and our lips and tongues met while her fingertips moved down my body and found my aroused lips. I moaned gently at her sensual touch while I pressed myself against her softly and squeezed her long black hair tight while we deeply kissed and she ever so gently pressed one finger inside of me and gently masturbated me towards orgasm while squeezing my breast with her free hand as we kissed with growing passion.

After the first orgasm given to me by another and I was burning with passion and lust with the most erotic experience of my life as I turned quickly, my long wet hair moved like a whip and slapped my breasts hard as I grabbed Charlie and pushed her against the side of the shower before pressing my body against hers and kissed her with all of the passion I could find as her right leg wrapped around my waist. 




A Love Story



We both didn't care about anything at this moment as her hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled my waist closer to hers while I lovingly bit her ear before kissing her neck and shoulder as the hot and soothing water flowed over the both of us. 

Slowly my lips and tongue moved over her breasts and down her body as she squeezed my hair, my hands ran up her inner thighs as I kissed her stomach while I our eyes locked onto each other's. Although I had seen her amazing naked body many times before, but never this view of her stunning beauty as I looked up past her perfectly shaped 32-C cup breasts and into her eyes as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation and excitement. 

My fingers lovingly ran through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and over her lips softly before gently separating her pink pussy lips with my fingers as she gasped at the feeling of my middle finger sliding inside her warm wetness as I gently masturbated her, another woman, my best friend.

Bringing her towards orgasm slowly as she did with me, her knees shook as she slid down the wall and sat before me while her body continued to release her orgasm. Moving at her side, I held her in my arms as we both kissed deeply once more while our hands caressed each other's breasts gently.

I don't know what was running through her mind at that time, but I knew that I was falling in love with her and that is when she looked into my eyes with a smile as my fingertips once again explored her curves. 

Laying on the cold floor as the water flowed over us like our own private waterfall, we wrapped our arms and legs around each other as we lay together, my head resting on her left breast as she stroked my wet hair gently as my fingertips ran through her pubic hair. 

We both knew that we now had much to discuss since we had taken a step together that would change both of our lives forever. We either didn't know or didn't care that each moment we spent together in the past years, laughing and having fun while being naked together, we where in fact slowly seducing each other and everything we had done together in the past had led the way for today and this moment where we would both pleasure each other in the most intimate way possible for two people, for two women.

I wanted nothing more then to lay with her here forever pleasuring her anyway she wanted, I didn't care that we where almost freezing as we lay on the hard tiled floor of the wet room, we would keep each other warm as we now had lots to explore with each other. 

But we knew we had little time together since we had a meeting with the studio executives in almost five hours, and since our home was a long three hour drive, we had to hurry. As we stood, we ran our soapy hands over each other's body while our eyes locked onto each other's, we made a vow that tonight we would both take the next step in our relationship which must remain secret for the moment as that night we would pleasure each other, we would become lesbian lovers. 

We finally dressed each other before heading out into the world in my car since Charlie did not own one of her own, something we both found hilarious since she had the money from selling the house, she worked on a movie where she did her own driving. 

However, it never worried us since for my last birthday six months ago, Charlie bought me my all time favourite car, A classic Shelby Ford Mustang. After arriving on the studio lot, we took the long meeting with the executives whom had a 'Bad News, Good News' deal for us. Carol Wallace, the woman whom had originally hired me for the role had left the show due to ill health and retirement. 

We where both shocked by the bad news, however we could feel the good news working in our favour as the executive in charge of the show had now explained. During the last year, I wrote four episodes for the show, episodes which where directed by Charlie and had become an instant success. 

Effective the next episode I would be brought on-board as a Creative Consultant for the show, a position formerly held by Carol and a significant promotion within the show itself which came with a large raise in pay. In addition, Charlie would be bought on-board as a Producer, also in Carol's place.

I was shocked by what was now happening, not only had we been given a serious raise in pay from the Studios, but both had been elevated within the organisation itself in recognition of our past work together. After signing the new contracts, we left the studio with a new sense of amazement in how this day had run since our most intimate moment to date in the shower that morning, to a meeting with the studio and large promotions for us both. 

My only condition was I had the opportunity of putting out a new script for the show, which Charlie would direct as a part of the deal and lets just say we returned home in a great mood. Charlie had driven the car home as I sat at her side, trying to keep my hands off of her while attempting to come up with a new story idea for my next challenge. 

Upon returning home, we barely closed and locked the door as I leapt into her arms kissing her neck and almost tearing at her clothes. We got half way up the stairs, with my hands almost ripping off her dress as she received a phone call from her divorce lawyer, the final paperwork had gone through and she needed to sign. 

For a moment, we both stood laughing as we looked at each other and the state we where both in, my blouse had been torn open to expose my bare breasts as the skirt I had been wearing was pulled up to my waist while my panties had been pulled down slightly exposing myself to the world.

Charlie fared almost in the same way as her dress had been opened to reveal her naked body. We both had lipstick marks from each other smeared on our lips and breasts and bodies. Laughing slightly, I helped Charlie fix her dress and clean the my lipstick off her perfect body as she once again left our home for the Divorce Lawyer's Office.

I had calculated the time it would take for her to reach the office, sign the papers and return perfectly in my head, so I knew I still had a few hours to put my plan into action to seduce my beautiful girlfriend once more.

I had planned a romantic meal before the log fire, with candles burning and a bottle of champagne to celebrate our day of what had become the greatest day of our lives, not because of the new positions we had taken, not because of her Divorce, but the love for each other we both now shared.

I cooked a great meal for the both of us, with a bottle of the finest champagne I could find in the house and once I had received her phone call and she told me the great news she was finally free of her husband, I put my plan into action as I placed candles around the room to give a romantic glow in the room and to set off the evening for her, for my beautiful girlfriend Charlie. 

I had pulled on an almost see-through lingerie I had been given years ago after a photo-shoot, skin tone see-through panties with matching bra, suspender belt with thigh high stockings and a short silk robe with high heels. I now wanted her to feel special as I stood before the log burning fire with two glasses of champagne and the faintest echo of her favourite music playing in the background.

My stomach churned with nerves as all I wanted was to taster her body and please Charlie as finally I heard the large wooden doors open and close as her high heels clicked on the marble floor, gaining closer with each step until she appeared in the open doorway like an angel as she stopped for a moment and looked at me with a large smile upon her beautiful face while her eyes ran up and down my body which was clearly visible from the slow burning fire behind me. 

Smiling widely, I walked towards her slowly as I handed her a glass of the ice cold champagne as our eyes locked onto each other's. Gently taking the glass from my hand, we both took a sip before placing them on a table at our side as we leaned in closer for a much needed kiss. Her hands gently wrapped around my waist as she pulled me closer, my body pressed against hers while her hands ran down my back and gently squeezed my buttocks while my hands ran up her back. 

We stood in the deep embrace for what seemed like hours as our tongues mixed together in the eternal kiss of love between us. Until I felt her hands tugging at my panties, breaking the kiss I backed away slowly and seductively as I took her and led her towards the meal I had made for the both of us before I gently removed her jacket and threw it onto the sofa softly as she sat down while her eyes locked onto my body with hunger I had never seen in her eyes before.

The meal seemed like more seduction and foreplay as we toyed with our meal before each other, after clearing the plates from the table, I placed the dessert before her. 

No, not me although I thought about it many times as I became uncontrollably aroused as I watched her toy not with her food, but with me as she eat the meal I had made for her. Finally, we had both finished with the long meal and moved the large coffee table away from the fire as we both lay on a large blanket before the roaring fire and sipped on the champagne. 

I wanted nothing more at this point but to pin her onto the floor and take her towards new heights of pleasure, but my plan was still in motion as we lay in each other's arms, kissing, fondling and cuddling each other as if we where lovers for many years. Gently, I refused her advances as she tried to peal off my clothing, something which sent Charlie crazy with each passing moment, it was a tease that had lasted for almost an hour as our anticipation grew with each passing moment and loving kiss.

Finally, I sat upright before her and smiled as she sat before me. Mere inches from each other's bodies, I could feel the warmth of the fire which paled in comparison to the heat echoing from her as her hands ran over my body, yet we both refused to touch each other for as long as possible. 

I could feel her hot breath on my lips as we both ran our hands over each other's bodies. I wanted nothing more then to rip her clothes off of her and taste her womanhood for the first time as she confessed the same to me as finally after an eternity of foreplay, our lips touched in a kiss of the most passion yet. 

I don't know how I did it, but I restrained myself even longer as we both slowly stood and I unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to drop onto the floor at her feet before I unzipped her skirt as it fell slowly from her hips before she kicked it aside gently. For a moment, we both stood and looked at each other's bodies before she pulled the silky robe off my shoulders with a smile of satisfaction as she softly cupped my breasts and kissed neck gently. Moaning with pleasure, I took her hand and led her towards one of the sofas before the fire and lowered her onto the sofa with a large smile on my face. 

I had perfectly planned this moment all evening, and it would go exactly as planned as I stepped backwards slightly and stood between her and the open fire as I softly moved my hips and gently ran my hands over my body.

Seductively dancing for the one woman I had come to love as she sat on the sofa watching me while her arousal grew with each moment. Her hands ran over her breasts and down her stomach towards the growing wet patch between her legs while she watched the light from the candles dance on my half naked body as the flames of the log fire burned behind me.

Softly I once again moved my hips while my hands ran up my tight body gently teasing myself as Charlie watched me with excitement at what I was doing, I knew that she could see every inch of my body through the lingerie I was wearing specially for her. 

My nipples where hard and erect, almost pushing out of my bra as they stood proud on my 28 D-Cup breasts, my own excitement was clearly visible through my wet panties as my waxed pussy was clearly seen by her and I did not care as neither did she as she pushed her left hand inside her own panties as she gently moaned while I danced for her as she teased herself before me. 

Sliding my bra off slowly, her eyes instantly locked on my breasts as I squeezed them, gently toying with my nipples while her hands pushed inside of herself and squeezing her own breasts gently as she moaned at her own touch while her eyes locked on me and my dance for her. 

My excitement grew with each second that passed while I turned and leaned forwards, running my hands up my long slender legs and pulled down my panties before stepping out of them and turning to face her with a slight smile on my face. 

Now wearing only the suspender belt, thigh high stockings and high heels, I stepped towards her as she sat forwards before wrapping her arms around my waist, grabbing my buttocks and kissing my wet pussy lips as I smiled while my hands caressed her hair. Feeling her tongue separate my lips I stepped backwards, teasing her once more as she squealed with delight at my taste before delicately licking her own lips and savouring my flavour.

Kneeling before her, she reached forwards and tried to kiss me before I leaned backwards with a smile, I reached for the front clip on her strapless bra and released her breasts from their silk prison and gently caressed them before I ran my hands down her body and tugged at the waistline of her panties. 

Slightly she lifted her buttocks off the sofa allowing me to pull them off and throw them onto the floor behind me before I grabbed her waist and gently pulled her towards me as she leaned backwards onto the sofa and spread her legs.

Licking my lips in anticipation of what would come next, I leaned forwards and kissed her inner thighs while her fingers ran through my hair once more. My lips and tongue explored between her legs as her aroma filled my senses until my tongue separated her lips and tasted my best friend's pussy for the first time as she screamed with delight at my touch and her hands pushed me deeper inside of her as she told me where to go and where to continue.

Hearing her moan and scream my name as I delicately licked her made me almost explode myself as my inexperienced tongue continue on its exploration deep inside her tight wet pussy and my hands firmly squeezed her large breasts until she cold no longer hold back and finally released a powerful orgasm as she screamed with pleasure.

Slowly, I ran my tongue up her tight body before we kissed deeply as she panted, her arms and legs wrapped around me as I felt her wet pussy pressed against my stomach and her tongue eagerly tasting her own juices. For a moment, we both broke our kiss and looked into each others eyes deeply as we laughed slightly at what had just happened between us, her fingertips gently ran over my lips as she caught her breath with a large smile upon her beautiful face. 

Standing slowly, I held out my hands as she reached out to me with a smile and we both walked the short distance to before the fire and we I lay down on the warm stone floor as she lay on top of me, passionately kissing me once more. 

I had given her the most intimate satisfaction possible and now it was clear to us both that she wanted too do the same with me as she gently ran her tongue down my body and stopped at my breasts, her lips instantly locked around my left nipple while her hands squeezed them firmly as I moaned with delight. 

Her left hand softly slid down my body until it found my swollen lips and gently pressed inside me for the second time today. Her hands, lips and tongue moved around my body almost expertly as they mirrored my movements before her tongue gently ran over my clitoris causing my body to shiver with delight as the fingertips of her left middle finger searched around inside of me as she sucked and licked at my clitoris, teasing me with each lap of her tongue. 

My back arched almost to the point where I broke into two pieces as her tongue pushed inside me deeper with each stroke and just when I thought I could no longer hold it back, she changed her approach and allowed my release to subside before beginning all over again. It seemed to happen for hours as she remained between my legs, sweat dripping off my body at every point until finally she let me climax and my legs wrapped around her head as I screamed her name once more with satisfaction and my orgasm exploded onto her beautiful face as I gasped for breath.

Forcing past my exhaustion, I sat up instantly and pulled her on top of me before kissing her with everything I had, kissing the one who was my best friend, the one who had taken my virginity, my lesbian lover, Charlotte West. 

For hours we remained locked in the throws of passion before the open log fire as even the many candles had given up and burnt out, we both did not want this moment to end. Nevertheless, we where both exhausted. She fell asleep before I did on the floor before the fire as I watched her breasts gently rise and fall with each breath she took. 

I remember thinking of how much of a goddess she looked as she slept before me, her body glistening with sweat and the bodily fluids we had shared together. My body ached with almost each movement as I stood and grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and gently lay it over the both of us as I lay at her side, content with my new life and my first lover as I fell asleep at her side.

The morning after, I awoke to her lay on her side with her head propped up on her hand as she watched me awake with a smile on her face. It seemed that we had both slept late into the morning and with filming due once again in mere hours, we had no choice but too hurry. 

After taking what was by far our most erotic shower to date, we finally dressed and arrived on set on time after wardrobe, hair and make-up and we filmed our scenes late into the evening. Eagerly we arrived home and the instant the doors where closed and locked our lips met once again and we tore each other's clothes off in a sexual frenzy as we both made love before the front door. 

Our lesbian affair had continued for months with filming during the day and making love each night, we even bought lingerie and toys too experiment with. By day we where little more then friends who shared a home together and by night she was my lover who took me towards new heights of pleasure that we both never knew existed. 

Our show ran for eight successful years, I wrote many of the most well received episodes as Charlie directed each up too the last episode which I wrote amidst rumours continuing to circle around the cast, crew and the press of a sexual relationship between the both of us. 

For six months, acting work dried up for the both of us however I continued to write for TV shows as Charlie's directing career took off, but more importantly our love for each other grew with each passing day while the rumours continued within the press and internet. Finally after one year had passed since the series ended the greatest news we had received came to us, the series had been revived as a movie franchise. Eagerly, we both signed a three movie deal with the studio. 

After the first draft of the script was placed forwards, I was hired too rewrite the second and final draft of the movie which was based on a fan submitted story idea for an earlier episode and two years earlier, filming began on the first feature length movie based on our TV show.

Finally the movie was ready for its Premier which took place in London, England due to much of the filming was done in the UK. Needless to say, I was nervous not due to the fact that it was the first movie I wrote and Charlie directed or the fact that it was given a Royal Premier or even the nude scene I had done as part of the movie. (nothing major, just my naked body on screen filmed from behind) it was due to the fact that my family was to be at the premier and they where the only ones that knew of my relationship with Charlie.




A Love Story



After the World Premier the main cast sat before an eager worlds press as questions flew around the room as finally the question we had both been waiting for came up to a silent room, the question of are Charlie and myself lovers. 

All eyes fell on myself and Charlie as we both laughed slightly. We had both spoken about coming forwards with our relationship as finally we both held hands, stood up and in unison we both said yes before a stunned crowd and cast.

Instantly it felt as if a great weight had been lifted from our shoulders as we stood before our friends, family and the world as Charlie and I kissed each other to the flashes of the many cameras in the large room. The cast, or friends went wild as they all spoke amongst themselves for a moment before standing and applauded us as we finally broke our deep kiss and looked around the room, blushing deeply. 

Finally we had come clean about our relationship before the world as questions floated around the room about how long we had been together and why we kept it a secret for so long. After the press conference, we where both told by the hotel that our rooms had been cleared out by the staff needless to say that we where both shocked by what they had said until they told us that we had been given the bridal suite for the remainder of our stay which was four nights before we left for our next Premier elsewhere. 

For the first time since our relationship began not so long ago, we where both overjoyed at the news and spent the next four days in bed together, ordering room service and making love. Not everywhere we went where we met with such attention, some hotels in different countries refused to give us a room together or even on the same floor. 

But after months of touring with the cast and crew, we ended our planet wide tour in Australia. It appeared as if we had become the stars of the show since everyone wanted to see the new lesbian couple. At the final press conference for the show and almost at the end, I stood before the gathered cameras and proposed to Charlie to a rapturous applause as she said yes.

Finally returning to our home, we fell exhausted into bed together as we instantly fell asleep for the first time in years fully clothed. 

The movie finally opened world wide and received amazing reviews and instantly offers came past our front door, writing movies for me and directing for Charlie. Six months later, we where called back into the studios to discuss a second and third movie which would be filmed back-to-back and released six months after each other in the hopes of cashing in on our new found fame with the only condition was that our relationship be kept off-screen. 

Although It seemed that nude scene had become a favourite with the male audience and I was offered a huge pay check to write the second and third stories, which I jumped at the chance to do. 

Although working on other projects I threw myself into my work and finally presented the first draft of the script which was almost rejected however, due to one scene, a death scene in the second movie, my character's death scene until they read the next script and agreed. 

With editing from previously unseen footage from the series I put myself in as more of a cameo appearance at the beginning of the movie and one of only three scenes where I would appear in the movie with the exception of archive footage. 

After the opening credits I would appear in bed asleep and finally stepping out of bed, I stood before a full length mirror which had been obscured, covering my breasts and pussy while a full rear view of myself was clearly seen on film. 

My next newly filmed scene was my character leaving the ship for the final time as finally during the credits, I had my final scene within the franchise, my character's death scene as Jamie Wiseman was killed by an unknown person. 

The third movie, would pick up two days later as news was broken about her death and followed Charlie's character and the crew as they tried to uncover the truth about the murder which would set up for a spin-off show as I was brought onboard as co-creator and chief writer and my Charlie once again stepped up as Director and we both finally earned our credits as Executive Producers, the studio executives only stipulation was that two female characters would be lesbian lovers in a relationship which would mirror our own.