3 comments/ 55657 views/ 8 favorites Socks and Stockings Ch. 01 By: livinglines Some of you lovely readers wanted some back-story for my first story. Parts of this story closely resemble actual events that took place between the unnamed characters in my first Literotica story. I hope you enjoy it. And I'm sorry in advance for my writing style. I do tend to get wordy. Chapter 2 is coming soon! :) ----------------------------- I stood before the mirror, watching the girl there stare back. I wore a towel; my freshly blow-dried black tresses fell around over her shoulders. I turned my head, checking her heart-shaped face for blemishes. For the moment, there weren't any. I pursed her full lips and then licked them quickly. Her honey-colored eyes shone back at me under thick black eyelashes. Last on checklist was my body. The girl in the mirror dropped her towel to the floor. Her pronounced shoulders dropped to slender arms and then to soft hands with long fingertips. Her collarbones dipped in pleasing symmetry. Below, her breasts hung round and full like ripe fruit. Her nipples were the color of milk-chocolate. I felt them grow taut at the rush of cool air sweeping over them at the absence of the towel. The crown of my figure dropped to a curve and then flared at the pronunciation of my hips. They had grown a little too full for my tastes, but I had accepted this progression of my form as a sign of maturity. My thighs continued thickly and then rescinded at my kneecaps, the line continuing over the hill of my muscular calves, to my ankles, over the feet I thought too wide, then to the floor. Lastly, my eyes rested on the point of my greatest pleasure... there was the center of my yearning. The small patch of fur at the apex of my womanhood was trimmed short to make it nearly undetectable. The rest of my tender sex was completely bare. I bit my bottom lip. My body was a desert, hot for the touch of a man during the day, cold in its singularity at night. I longed to be wet. I thought of my husband and immediately quivered. It had been a month since we'd last made love. We had been married eight months but we had been together for seven years. We had begun our relationship as any other couple. Sex was a mystery to be discovered. Once discovered, we rode the waves of each other's desires, loving each other in every way possible. Our sexual familiarity also allowed us to become closer friends- to trust each other more. Our young love deepened. Our souls bonded and after several years of hardship, trial, and indecision (on his part), he had finally popped the question. The night he proposed, we made love to each other, whispered each other's names in the heat of passion. Even the thought of him whispering my name made me moist before the mirror. Why hadn't he touched me all these weeks? We'd barely kissed- scarcely hugged. We'd hit rough patches before in the past, but never had our love life been so dry. I pressed my hand over my stomach and lower to let the sparse square of pubic hair tickle my fingertips. Goosebumps pressed up under my skin, my pores sucking in the air around me. Heedlessly, I slipped a finger into the moistening slit there, dropping my head back. "Bryan," I whispered. "Bryan..." My clit swelled under my fingertips, a drip of my own juices slid down the middle of my thigh. My other hand braced against my dresser-top. I dropped my head forward as I widened my legs to allow room for my fingers to delve deep inside of me. It was easy to imagine Bryan behind me, impaling me steadily. I had had to exercise the process of imagining him more than once in the past few weeks. I opened my eyes lazily, looking into the mirror, seeing my breasts hanging over the dresser-top as I bent fully over it. I could almost see him with his wide, tight shoulders- his strong arms jerking me back towards him, his hands gripping my hips. I punctuated the silence of my solitude with stupid utterances. I could hardly bear the thought of him fucking me anymore. I was coming closer. "Harder Bryan!" I screamed. When I closed my eyes, there he was again. I could taste his name on my lips as I came on my hand. I could smell the sweetness of my juices dripping over the swollen folds of my pussy. My fingers throbbed inside of me. I huffed for a moment, the goosebumps returning. I opened my eyes and stood before the mirror. The vision of Bryan had disappeared. Like a desert after rain, my skin was damp. This small rain of pleasure was not enough to blossom full satisfaction in me. I dried myself off and was glad I hadn't begun to sweat. I mopped the pool of love-juices between my legs and threw the towel at the hamper. I studied myself again the mirror shakily. Only a storm of good lovemaking could spring-up the oasis I needed so badly. The door opened behind me and I stumbled at the sound. "Are you okay? Did you call for me? I was just finishing in the shower." Bryan came in, cleaning his ears with a Q-tip. Just seeing him made me quiver again and I realized I was naked and flushed. "I'm fine. I just... wanted to see if you were out yet." I reached for my deodorant and quickly applying it, wishing he would take me right there and then. In my desperation, a mad inclination crossed my mind. Bryan had turned me down every other time I had tried to come onto him this month. Each of the other eight times (that I could immediately recall) I had been fair to him by hoping that he would accept. This ninth time, I wasn't nearly so optimistic. My brain tried to think rationally of ways I could seduce him. But with the suddenness of my decision, my body leapt at him, without a second thought, as a hungry dog might leap at a steak. "Ah okay. Are you ready to-" I stopped him with my mouth, my lips clinging to his, seeking a promise of satisfaction. "Bryan... oh Bryan I want you." The shock of what I was saying came and went. I was begging for his body, for his love. I sounded like a whore but I didn't care. I hummed as he let me put my tongue in his mouth. He tasted slightly like mouthwash, but the rest was all his natural taste. How I had missed this. I was dripping again with anticipation. I tore his towel from him and pressed my body to his, moaning helplessly. God it felt good to be near him, to feel our naked bodies mingling again. My hand wandered to his half-erection. It was like touching gold. Immediately his body tensed and he let go of a fevered breath. He pulled his mouth from mine and removed my hand from his shaft. I felt tears coming to my eyes. Frustration clouded my thinking. "Oh, Bryan. Please- please don't stop me." I dropped to my knees. "Please it's been so long." I licked the sensitive sack beneath his hand-covered cock. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and savored the dewy skin, the course pubic hair that textured them so evenly. "Eve..." I thought for a moment he would let me. He'd let me kiss him. I was sucking on him. 'Please...' I thought in desperation. I moved my mouth to his other testicle, licking gently. "Eve... stop. Stop, please!" He insisted. I stopped and the sting of rejection overtook me. I had failed to make him want me again. I looked up at him, my lips and breasts swollen with need. His semi-erection quickly went away before my eyes. "I'm sorry...," he said. "I'm just not in the mood right now." He helped me up from the floor and kissed me on the forehead. "Maybe we'll have sex tonight, hm?" He moved past me. I felt cold again. I didn't know what to say to him. "Plus if we start something now, we'll be late." We were due at his parents' house. They had invited us over for dinner, as was their usual custom nearly every week since we'd begun dating. I could think of many times we had been late to family dinner to have sex. What was it? I looked into the mirror as I gathered my outfit. Was it me? I wiped a rogue tear from my cheek and sucked in a deep breath. Tonight. I just had to wait a few hours through dinner and then there would be another opportunity. I pulled a black lace thong from my top dresser drawer and pulled it on. It was a little too sexy for a family function, but if Bryan was truly interested in having sex with me later, I wanted to look nice for him. The matching black, lace, 36-D bra was next. I put on the black pencil-skirt I had chosen earlier, along with the dark-red blouse I had picked to go with it. When the left partner to my favorite set of sandals was missing, I slipped into a pair of black pumps. I half-heartedly styled my tresses, securing them with a few barrettes. A pair of red-jeweled earring completed my ensemble. I powdered my nose and applied some lip-gloss and I stood fully dressed in front of the mirror. There she was... a look of hope on her face. Bryan came back from the bathroom, smelling like his after-shave. He was so handsome with his chocolate-brown hair in a Cesar cut. His chiseled face with its well-groomed moustache and goatee made him look sophisticated yet playful. His sweet, but crooked smile was wide as he rubbed his stomach. I could tell he was hungry. His emerald eyes considered me without care for my femininity. With my pumps on, I was tall enough to give him a lingering kiss on his jaw-line as I straightened his collar. I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling him with a sigh. He gave me a kiss on the forehead again and then tugged me out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the door. Dusk was settling on the city. The twilight mirrored the city-lights, making the sky blur with silver mist. We dropped into our respective seats in his silver BMW 4-series. He enjoyed the car and revved the engine happily after a smooth ignition. He wasn't a car nut, but he was smart enough not to buy an American-made car. On the radio, the DJ announced the next song, but I didn't hear. Instead, I noticed it during the silence between us. Ryan Adams' unmistakable voice began a mellow rendition of Wonderwall. This was the first time I had heard this version and I listened intently as the words melted into me. 'Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you/By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do/I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now... Backbeat the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out/I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt/I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.../ And all the roads we have to walk along are winding/And all the lights that lead us there are blinding/There are many things that I would like to say to you/But I don't know how Because maybe you're gonna be the one who saves me And after all... you're my Wonderwall Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you/By now you should've somehow realized what you're not to do/I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now And all the roads that lead to you were winding/And all the lights that light the way are blinding/There are many things that I would like to say to you/But I don't know how I said maybe you're gonna be the one who saves me And after all... you're my Wonderwall I said maybe you're gonna be the one who saves me And after all... you're my Wonderwall Said maybe/You're gonna be the one that saves me/You're gonna be the one that saves me/You're gonna be the one that saves me' Bryan had dedicated this song to me a long time ago, back when we were in school. It seemed that he didn't even notice the song was on. Ryan Bryans moaned sadly, "You're my Wonderwall..." The guitars plugged on, the notes sighed as the vibration subsided and then... silence. 'There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how...' The DJ came back on and began rambling on again. I turned down the radio. We were a few blocks from his parents' house now. I couldn't hold back. "Bryan?" "Hm?" "Is something... wrong?" I fidgeted, stuffing my suddenly cold hands between my knees. "Wrong?" His eyebrow quirked as he studied the road. He switched lanes. "You know... wrong. I know I asked you this last week, but..." We had argued last week, gone around in circles and ended fed up with each other. He sighed with frustration. I was ready for him to berate me again. "What is it? Are you bored with me?" I quieted myself, realizing I was raising my voice when I wasn't angry... just desperate. He looked as bothered as I felt. "Is there anything new you want to try? I'm completely open to trying new stuff." I continued. I put my hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly. I looked at my feet blushing, "You know I'll do whatever you ask." He scoffed, beginning to say something and then stopping. We stopped at red light and he rubbed his forehead. I withdrew my hand from his leg. "I'm not... bored with you Eve. It's just that..." he sighed again. We were a block from the last turn to be made and he spent a few minutes thinking. We pulled up to his parents' house and he turned off the car after putting it in park. "I don't really know how to put it." "Just tell me, Bryan... whatever it is we'll try it." I smiled expectantly, my hand reaching out for his and taking it gingerly. I was so sure this was the key. It had to be something new... he wanted some spice! "It's not that, it's just that... well you're like a comfortable pair of socks." He looked at me with a face devoid of expression. He looked at my eyes because I wouldn't let him look into them. They were open, trained on him in complete surprise for so long... that I thought they might bleed. "A what?" I mumbled, licking my chapped lips. "You know... a comfortable pair of socks. After a while, you just get used to a person." I just looked at him, my hand feeling limp and stupid inside of his. "But that doesn't mean I love you any less," he rushed to say. I wanted to move... away from him. Just away- in any direction possible. The car door came open and I stepped into the street. I stumbled a few steps from the car. I had managed to blink and take a deep breath. I was in such shock I couldn't cry. "Eve? Are you okay?" He got out of the car and shut his door. He crossed the distance between us and put a hand on my shoulder. I turned to face him, tightening my face into a nothing of an expression. "I'm fine." "I didn't mean to upset you." His words rattled through my brain but I recovered in a few moments. "I know what you meant. You were just being honest." I straightened my blouse. The emotional woman on the inside of me - the one that loved him so passionately - the one that could never 'get used' to him wanted to weep hysterically. However, the careful, calculated woman I had learned to be in stressful situations, forced me to reign in my reaction. He made a sound that suggested exasperation, even though he had no reason to be upset. Maybe he knew he had torn me up so completely. Maybe he was immediately regretting his stupidity and would make it up to me somehow... later. But what about now? Dinner would have to be forced and mostly quiet. I was not looking forward to it. "Let's go inside," I said, taking his hand and leading him up the tree-skirted driveway and to the front door. I rang the doorbell. Bryan's mother answered with a bright smile. "Jack, the kids are here!" She opened the door for us and the next few seconds washed away the worst of the shock. We were here and the least we could do was enjoy ourselves. Bryan's mother Katherine made it easy to relax. She propped up her son's feet and got him a drink. Against my usual regimen, I accepted a drink as well. I drank down the Long Island Iced-tea with uncommon fervor. I slowed down once I had sipped my second drink half-away. Jack came in from outside. "The steaks are almost done." The smell of grilling meat and charcoal floated in behind him. He was taller than his stepson was but with red-brown hair, a full manicured beard and deep blue eyes. His arms, legs and chest were thick with muscles. He was two years shy of forty and didn't look as if he were even close. I admired the way in which he carried himself- with power and purpose. He smiled at me, eyeing my drink with a chuckle. "Has someone had a hard day?" he asked sympathetically. He patted my shoulder with his meaty hand. "Yes, very hard." I immediately looked at Bryan, who sat drinking his White Russian. He must have thought I had forgotten the whole debacle outside, because he didn't care to look at me after I answered his stepfather's question. "Well at least you're here now. We can have a good time, right boy?" He prompted his stepson. "Yup. What's on tap tonight?" Bryan asked, rubbing his hands together. "There's some good ale on ice. Some New York Strips are fresh off the grill. Mom's made her famous potatoes." He kissed his approaching wife on the cheek. I envied the tenderness in the kiss. Anna, Katherine and Jack's seventeen-year-old daughter, came bounding into the room. "You guys are here!" She hugged her brother around his drink. He protected it from spilling. I put mine down and hugged her tight. We had become good friends since her brother and I had begun dating and even more so since the wedding. "How's school?" I asked. I was happy to get away from my problems and concentrate on someone else's. She explained the woes of upper-level testing as we sat down at the table to eat. For a while, our argument disappeared... simply put in the back of my mind in order to have fun. The night actually wasn't going too badly. We shared some great jokes over dinner and even Bryan and I seemed to be having normal conversation over coffee afterwards. "You know, I'm in the mood for something sweet." Katherine piped up. "Oh my gosh, you know what would be the best thing ever? Some ice-cream!" Anna squealed. "That really would be good," Jack agreed. "Let's go to the store, Annie! You can pick whatever you want." Anna scrunched up her face. "I've got to finish the last of my paper. It's due tomorrow. But I'll be done by the time you get back." She eased up off the couch and skipped down the hallway. "Get something good!" she called out before closing her bedroom door. "That girl. How could she eat so much and still be so energetic!" Katherine said. "And want ice-cream no less!" Bryan piped up. Everyone chuckled. "What about you Bryan? Feel like a trip to the store?" Jack inquired. "Gosh I'm so full, dad. I think I'll stay and help mom clear the dishes." He patted his belly. "Oooh, helpful man today! I should see if I have a dollar for you like you used to get when you helped me do the dishes," Katherine said from the kitchen. We all erupted into chuckles again. Bryan grabbed up mine, his and Jack's coffee cups and took them for deposit in the sink. Jack shook his head and smiled at me. "What about you little Eve? Want to go to the store with me?" That was his pet-name for his daughter and me. He called her Annie or 'little Annie' and from time to time he'd call me 'little Eve'. I smiled at the endearment because I was anything but small. I was twenty-two and tall for a woman for an Anglo-Indian woman. When he mentioned ice-cream, I thought of a great new cinnamon bun ice-cream that no one else had tried and today was the perfect occasion for it. 'Mmmm, maybe with some apple pie.' my mind amended. It'd be the highlight of the night to have some great dessert. "Sure! There's some great ice-cream that just came out." I stood happily and straightened my skirt. "I never buy the ice-cream, that's Mary's job. You'll have to show me where to go." He stood and grabbed his keys from a hook on the wall. "I believe the section is very cold and has frozen things." I said sarcastically with a grin. I slipped into my pumps again and we were out the door. I was slightly aware of Jack's hand on my back but paid no mind to it. We slipped into his black 1995 Jaguar XJS. He'd bought the car and had it restored a few years ago. Now it drove and handled like new. It was the first time I'd been alone with him, I realized as he started his car. Aerosmith was playing but I didn't notice it was "Sweet Emotions" until the chorus came. The engine reaction was smart. He drove us through the neighborhood and out to the main road. They lived amongst hay-fields and the night was crisp, so he rolled the windows down. The smell of dewy grass rushed my senses and the fresh wind brushed the stray hair from my face. I sighed. It was shame that I couldn't enjoy it fully. Perhaps it was the briskness of the night reminded me of my fight with Bryan, the cool frankness of its current. Socks and Stockings Ch. 01 'You're like a comfortable pair of socks.' I tried to rub away my resurrected headache. "Something wrong, Eve?" I lifted my head and smiled at the trigger-question. "I'm fine." It was the same answer I had given his son earlier in the day. I looked out the window and tears began coming to my eyes. A tear slid down my cheek and the passing breeze whipped it away. I was able to cry silently for a few minutes, but before too long my nose stuffed up and I had to sniff. Now Jack couldn't ignore me. He pulled into the twenty-four-hour grocery store's parking lot and put the car in park. He quickly pulled a tissue from a box under his seat. I'd never known a man to carry tissues in his car, let alone a modern-classic car. I took it and blew the telltale snot into the Kleenex. "Eve, won't you tell me why you're crying?" Carelessly I thrust myself into his arms. I cried with reckless abandon. My tears soaked his shirt and he sat with one hand lightly patting my shoulder. He eventually relaxed and held me tight with both arms. He shushed me quietly, rubbing his hands on my back. "He said I was a comfortable pair of socks," I sobbed. "Oh, honey. Oh Eve," he hugged me tighter and I continued to moisten his shirt. Finally, the waves of sadness tided away and I simply lay limp in his arms. "Why would he say that Eve?" Jack asked. I sat back away from him and wiped my raw eyes. "I asked him if he was bored with me and that's what he said." I breathed deep and huffed out. "Bored? Why would you think he's bored with you?" Jack offered me another tissue. I took it. "It's not important." I blew my nose. "Not important? If you're crying like this, then it's important." He put his hands on my shoulders, as if to transfer some of his strength to me. Incidentally, I did feel stronger and I was able to calm down. "I can't tell you Jack, it's personal." I heard myself call him Jack too late. I looked at him with my salt-marred gaze. "You can tell me. He's my son and you're his wife. I care about both of you and I want to help if I can." I felt tears returning at his kind words, but the relief of being able to unload to someone close to me made me feel better. "We haven't... you know... in a month." I tucked my hands between my knees as I often did when I was nervous around men. I sniffed noisily. "Do what?" He quirked his eyebrow. "You know..." I bit my lip and widened my eyes. "Oh! Oh... God... He said it was because you were like a comfortable pair of...?" "Socks." I sniffed loudly. "Socks? Christ, no wonder you're crying like this." The tears came again sparingly and he held me again but his arms seemed tighter this time... the comfort more intimate. I backed away and wiped my eyes. "Thank you, dad. I appreciate you listening. I'm sure... I'm sure he didn't mean it or something." I wiped the last of the wetness from my eyes. "How about we go get some of that ice-cream?" "Yeah. I guess. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" "What's to talk about? He said something dumb." I balled up the Kleenex in my hand and watched the thin kerchief shrivel in my tan fingers. "Eve," he lifted my chin "I would never say such an awful thing to Katherine and Bryan shouldn't say that to you either." He moved his hand but I was captivated by the honesty in his eyes. He really loved his wife. "Thanks, dad. I feel better. Let's go before they start to worry." It had been about ten minutes too long, so we searched and found the ice-cream in a few minutes. Before long, we were back on the road to the house. I tried to reassemble my hair, but it had been ruined by the wind. We rolled up the windows this time, the fields passing lazily by in the dark. I didn't feel much like ice-cream anymore, but I did feel better. In the background, John Coltrane played Body and Soul. It warmed the inside of the car. I was cheered by its optimistic tones. The piano tinkled happily and I sat back to take a deep breath. Things between Bryan and I would pan out... it was only a matter of time. Once back at the house, everyone was ready for dessert. Anna emerged from the bedroom. Her paper wasn't yet finished, but she was taking a break. Katherine pulled the pre-made apple pie from the oven and everyone stood in line with empty bowls held out. We decided to eat dessert in the living room together and watch a movie on the big-screen. By the time we were finished with the movie, it was almost eleven. It was now pitch-dark outside and Bryan was dozing off. Anna was snoring on her side of the couch. Katherine had gone to bed during the movie. "Shall we get going?" Bryan asked. I nodded. Jack stood and stretched his arms. I raked my fingers through my hair as we all made our way to the door. "Well tonight was nice, dad. We'll see you next week." Bryan began opening the door. "Yeah, hey you treat this little lady well, you hear?" Jack smiled smally and patted his son on the back. I bristled. 'Don't say anything!' I thought. "Umm. Sure dad." Bryan quirked an eyebrow but began making his way out the door. "Thanks for everything, dad." I said. For a moment, he only looked at me and then, wordlessly scooped me up in a tender embrace. I tensed and then eased. To my surprise, it felt good there. His muscles tightened around me and his lips pressed to my cheek. "It'll be all right little Eve," he said after the slight kiss. "Thank you." I whispered. He held on for a moment more and then let me go. I stumbled a bit and then smiled as I left. I dropped into the passenger seat and smiled wider. Jack was sweet. I looked up to see him filling the front doorway of the house, watching out for us to drive away. Bryan yawned as we drove and by the time we reached the house, he was nigh falling down. I hoped beyond hope that he would remember his half-promise from earlier in the day. I paced myself to the bedroom and once in, began removing my clothes, making sure he could see. Leaving my black pumps on, I slid off the red blouse that hid the black lace bra I'd put on earlier. I pretended to fidget with the hook above the zipper on my skirt. "Honey, could you help me with this?" I arched my back slightly, looking at him over my shoulder. "Sure," he said. It seemed he had noticed my shirt coming off. Maybe he was interested. His hands were gentle and light on my skirt hook as he fiddled with it. I was already facing the wall, so I pressed my hands to it slightly for stability's sake. I spread my legs slightly and pressed my ass against his crotch. He nearly stumbled. The zipper came down and with a wiggle of my hips, the skirt was at my ankles. I stood in only black pumps and a black lace thong now, pressing my round ass against him. "Thank you for the help baby." I said happily. His hands rested on my hips and my instant excitement nearly prompted me rip the drywall from its studs. "Losing your balance?" He lifted me easily to my feet, his arms around my middle. I hummed and laid my head on the shoulder behind me, my eyes foggy as they looked into his. His lips were inches from mine. "Bryan..." I whispered to him. "I love you, Bryan." I could smell the hint of cologne that clung to his skin and the deep musky scent that lifted from his chest. His lips would taste like Kahlúa if I licked them, his tongue would taste like vodka and cream. I closed my eyes and waited for a kiss even lifting my head as high as I could before my neck couldn't reach anymore. My lips were plump and I licked them wet. "Someone's tired." he said with a smile. He gave me a peck on the lips and released me slowly. My mouth was open when he left me there. It was like having all the right numbers for the lottery except one. "I'm not tired," I said, licking my lips again. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear. I crawled towards him over the bed, still in my heels and lingerie. My breasts were so swollen, that I thought they would split my bra right in half. I was close to him again, my mouth near his lips again. He didn't say anything, just sat and closed his eyes as I got close. Our lips brushed but instead of pressing himself into the kiss, he leaned back and his mouth flew open in a giant yawn. He covered his cavernous mouth, putting up his unemployed index finger. I fell back on my haunches, waiting for him to finish his yawn. He smiled at the end. He looked so adorable. "Sorry honey," he said. 'Keep trying,' my determined mind told me. "I'll forgive you if you kiss these." I giggled and reached back, unhooking my bra and throwing it to the side. My eager and wanting breasts fell out, the full weight of them bobbing around. I leaned towards him again but his yawn came before he could even attempt to kiss me. "Gosh honey, I'm sorry. I guess I'm more tired than I thought." He rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. He stretched his thick torso and arms. 'Good God.' I thought to myself. My eyes scanned his physique, one I'd come to know well. He had filled out since we'd graduated high school. I reached out and ran my fingers over his chest. If I could even pleasure him, I would be happy in the knowledge that I was still good at what I did. He smiled lazily. I let my hand trail down to the waistband of his boxers and then to the fold of cloth covering his lovely crotch. Before he could protest, I spread the cloth opening and pushed my fingers inside to take his cock captive. I was happy to see that he wasn't stopping me. In fact, he was growing in my hand. I dropped my head and licked furiously, relishing the taste of him. My panties grew damp and soon were soaked. I licked at the head of his cock, moaning as my excitement mounted. He let out a heavy breath as I began feeding on him ravenously. "Oh Eve...," he grunted, "Fuck... that feels so good." The sound of my name rolling off his tongue almost drove me crazy. I took the full length of him slowly, over and over again, choking occasionally but not stopping. My mouth was so wet that my swirling tongue rattled my sinus with noise. I stroked him with my hand at the base while sucking on the tip. My whole body beat as one organ, blood coursing like a hot river through my veins. I found myself hungering for his cum, wanting his orgasm to be good. Again, I set about the motion of sucking on the entirety of his long, thick shaft. His moaning and groaning stopped. He was close. This is how he usually acted when he was close. Then the throbbing of his cock stopped and the strength of his erection faltered. I opened my eyes as I felt the muscle in my mouth shrinking. I lifted my head away just in time to hear a gut-wrenching snore rip from his nostrils. His eyes were closed, his mouth hung open, a slight dew hung on his forehead... he was asleep. I looked down where my mouth had just been. He was limp. He snored again. "Bryan?" I said breathlessly. "Bryan?" I shook his shoulder, but another snore rumbled out of him. "...What?" I sat watching him sleep, alternating my attention between his peaceful face and his answerless penis. My shock kept me looking at him for the next few minutes, at the face I loved so much. I left the room, still wearing heels... still wearing my thong. I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed at my reflection. I kicked my pumps at the wall and squeezed my face with my hands. My body still buzzed with my stuck orgasm. I pulled off the thong and stood fully naked. I slapped the faucet until it turned on. The steam clouded the window of silver in front of me. "Fuck..." I whispered to myself. "Fuck..." I stood quiet with my eyes closed, hands braced on the basin in front of me, head bent over, letting the steam heat my face. My pores opened and breathed in the fresh air. The buzzing subsided but the thrumming of desire for my husband lingered. I ached for him from head to toe. I looked back into the mirror. Perspective. That's what I needed. I showered off quickly and went back to the bedroom, slipping naked into my place beside Bryan. He slept like a log. It took me a while to get to sleep, but eventually I drifted off. ----------------------------- Chapter 2 is coming soon! Socks and Stockings Ch. 02 Some of you lovely readers wanted some back-story for 'So Wrong but So Right", my first story for literotica. This is the second chapter of a story that closely resembles the actual story that has taken place (and still is taking place) between some very real people. I hope you enjoy it. And I'm sorry in advance for my writing style. I do tend to get wordy. I'll try to get Chapter 3 out soon, I promise! -------------------------------------------------- My sleep had been tumultuous and I woke the next morning to see that Bryan had already left for work. I had to be at work in an hour. I pulled on a teal, satin blouse and a pair of hip-hugging black slacks. Last was a pair of black, leather, wedged shoes. I only owned a few pair of shoes, but this was by far my favorite. I pulled my hair into large curlers and blow-dried it. I applied hair-spray and then took them out. The style was good enough for work. My object wasn't to look cute today. I wanted to get to work and talk to someone... anyone who could give me some answers! The foremost candidate in my mind was Tessa, a girl I had worked with at S&G Data Processing for the past three years. We'd shared some interesting conversation on philosophy, our work, and of course our various sexual experiences. And while we never did much outside of the workplace together, aside from a casual dinner now and then, I realized as I was driving to work that day that we knew each other remarkably well. Once in the building, I went through security and stepped onto the elevator. It was a long way to the thirty-seventh floor. Jason Krawley, an accountant who worked on the thirty-fifth floor, sometimes made it a longer trip than expected. He had been hitting on me since I'd begun working in the building. I never understood it; there were at least three or four good looking women on the elevator with us every morning, but he only hit on me. This particular morning he sidled up to me, closer than usual. "Good morning, Ms. Cordrey. How are you?" His eyes were drinking me in as usual. "Good morning Jason. And that's Mrs. Denton. I think I've told you that, oh, every day since I got married?" "I like the name Cordrey better." He smiled and winked at me. I shook my head with a smirk. The elevator dinged for the fifteenth floor. Janet Weise, an account manager that worked for another firm, walked into the elevator with a package under her arm. At 5'11", with her wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts and round ass, she should have taken Jason's attention away easily. Yet his gaze didn't budge. "There are a lot of things I'm sure you like Jason." I scooted into the corner of the elevator as a few more people came in after Janet. Jason stepped closer to me. He could probably smell my perfume. The elevator was getting warmer. "You look a little tense today. Everything going okay with Bart?" The incorrect name made my eyes shut in annoyance. "Bryan," I said as the elevator continued up. "Yeah... Bryan." "Things are fine," I lied. Jason was so close that I could smell his cologne. It was earthy and musky. It made my blood boil that he was wearing the same cologne as Bryan. I knew if I closed my eyes, I could easily imagine Bryan standing beside me. The thought of being alone with him in an elevator nearly made me wet. The things I could do to him. I gripped my bag. "Good to hear." He was smiling wide, looking ahead now. Maybe Jason knew. Maybe I was oozing my dissatisfaction... emanating the very essence of need. "How's your friend?" At least the subject was no longer on me and we weren't too far off from our destinations. "Which friend?" "That Tessa girl." "Still happily married." "Ah, right. I remember now. That's good to hear, too." The elevator opened at the twenty-sixth floor. Two people got out. The doors closed and the car continued up. Just a few more floors! "So, I have my break at eleven-thirty if you want to get some coffee." "Jason, I'm married. You know I'm married. Why do you ask me if I'll get coffee with you every day?" The evidence of my annoyance had to be astounding. He didn't move or answer, just smiled ahead as the doors opened on the twenty-ninth floor. For the first time in my three-year career at S&G, the planets aligned in Jason's favor, the fates smiled down on him, and everyone left the elevator. We were the only ones left. A chill rushed through my veins as the elevator door closed. For a split second, we stood beside each other. Then, in one swift movement, Jason dropped his bag on the floor, hit the emergency stop button and slammed his body against mine. The metal of the elevator wall pressed against my back. "Jason, what the fuck are you doing!?" His hand went over my shoulder, his tall body pinning me to the wall. "Eve, I'm going to kiss you... because you need it. And I need it." Waves of shock continued to pelt me like ocean waves against a cliff. I opened my mouth to protest. My eyes wide, I realized I was completely subject to his whim. I couldn't get away even if I tried. His lips descended on mine, his tongue slid against mine. I blinked as he ravaged my mouth, his arm going around me... pulling my body hard against his. Despite everything I hated about Jason... despite the obvious problems with kissing another man, I found myself enjoying the kiss. My hands remained glued at my sides, but my eyes floated closed. He tasted me as the emergency alarm screamed around us. I felt a rise in his pants, a defined ridge prodding just above my crotch. My body relaxed and my body began to react. I was kissing him back! Jason Krawley of all people! The only feelings I had for him were ones of disgust! Though he disgusted me, I couldn't deny that felt good to be kissed... thoroughly... hotly... passionately. And after I'm sure he had licked every corner of my mouth, our lips fell away from the other's like the petals of a wilted flower. Our eyes opened simultaneously. I was still stuck in partial shock. He was breathing hard. "You are the hottest woman I have ever met." He said. "Every time I see you, I want you." He closed his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closing. I couldn't tell if he wanted an answer to the statement or not. The alarm continued to screech. He took another fevered breath and slowly... let go of me. I had no words for him. He only went back to the emergency button and pressed it again to release the alarm. The car continued upwards. The red emergency phone rang inside the elevator. He picked it up. A voice warbled through the handset. "Everything's fine." Someone spoke to Jason. "No, it just stopped." He looked at me, his eyes hazy. "We're not sure why it stopped." The person's voice rattled on the other side once more. "We're fine... Thanks." He hung up the phone and picked up his bag. The car door opened a moment later on the thirty-second floor and he got out. It wasn't even his floor. Other people came in and I stood in the corner of the elevator- completely... dazed. I got out on the thirty-seventh floor and took a moment to collect myself. I straightened my blouse, which he had made crooked when grabbing me. 'Jason Krawley!' I shook my head. Wait until Tessa heard about this! I entered the office, where, in row after row of cubicle sat people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. All around me, people were processing information into various forms. Copiers ran, papers flipped, and the busy bees of S&G buzzed. I dropped into my cubicle, where Tessa was on the phone. Tessa, short for Contessa, was easily the prettiest woman I had ever seen. Her mother was from Brazil and didn't speak a lick of English and her father was from Egypt originally. She had the flawless, golden-tanned skin I had ever seen. I would have killed for her perfectly proportioned figure. It appeared that she didn't have an ounce of fat on her, and, in comparison to most women was not particularly curvy. Instead, she was all flat, tight, and well-toned. Her lips were thick and her green eyes were almond-shaped and framed by dark lashes. Her nose was tiny and narrow with the perfect little button-rounded end. Her cheek-bones and jaw were feathers. Her wavy, almost curly hair went on forever down her back, black as ravens' feathers. Her perfect, sweet smile could bring armies to their knees. It was like working with Helen of Troy. "Sure Alice, I can cover for you next Thursday. Hey, it's not every day that a death happens in the family." Alice was a co-worker of ours who worked on the thirty-eighth floor. "No... It's no problem. My condolences to Jim." She hung up the phone and swiveled her chair to face mine. I had waited patiently by until she was done. "Alice's mother died and I have to cover for her next-" She caught me biting my lip as I looked away. The elevator kiss was occurring to me again. "Hey what is it?" "Krawley." I said. "Not him again." Tessa rolled her eyes and chuckled, her perfect smile showing through. "It wasn't the usual today." I could feel my cheeks flush deep red. Tessa's expression shifted from amusement to concern. "Did he say something? Do you want me to kick his ass?" She popped her dainty fist into her hand. "He... kissed me," I said plainly, looking at the floor. "Kissed you? What, on the elevator?!" Tessa threw her head back and laughed. "I can't believe it! What was it like?" "It was..." I searched for a word for it and said the first one that came to my mind, "hot..." "Ooooooooh. You liked it, huh?" She grinned. "Ugh, he's a creep! But... wow, he's a good kisser." "How did it happen, give me all the hot details." She laughed. "I don't know. Suddenly we were the only ones in the elevator and he pinned me to the wall. Before I knew it, we were kissing!" Telling her the story made me feel like a pedestrian in the whole event and I mustered enough courage to chuckle. "Didn't anybody see you?" Tessa's grin widened. "He hit the emergency alarm button." I threw my head back and laughed, finally able to feel the excitement. "Wooooow. That is... shocking." She laughed with me. "It's hard for me to admit, but I actually enjoyed it." "Don't like it too much, you might be hitting the emergency alarm every day!" she teased. "No... I have a feeling it won't happen again. Do you know he got off at the thirty-second floor?" I said, fiddling with the edge of my skirt, grinning. "Maybe you two should take the stairs every day," she nudged me. "No, no, no. I'm a married woman." I accented especially hard on the 'married' part. "And I love my husband." "You sound like a robot," she said. I took a deep breath. "I see. That's not all, is it? Something with Bryan? Is the robot starting to doubt her programming?" "Don't be stupid Tess, I do love Bryan. It's just that... things are rough. I need perspective, but I don't know who to talk to." "Just tell me. We've known each other for years." She wiggled in her chair, adjusting her tank top. "Okay, go." I began to elaborate on the incidents of the past few months... how inattentive he'd been... how uninterested. "Gosh, honey. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" she said afterward. I'd spent at least an hour straight talking and I finally took a breath. "I don't know what to do. What's wrong with me?" I huffed. "Nothing is wrong with you. You're gorgeous. I mean look at Jason's reaction." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess that's a good point." "Bryan said himself that he's just... used to you. Isn't that what he said?" She rubbed my shoulder gently. It was nice to be unloading on someone. "He said he's comfortable with me. I must not be exciting anymore." I propped my chin up on my arm. "Apparently you've excited Jason every single day for the past three years." "Ugh. Yeah." I ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah but Jason's never slept with me before. He thinks about it all the time. God, why doesn't he just get a girlfriend! It's so creepy!" I buried my face in my hands, feeling my cheeks get hot. "I don't know but there are other guys in the office. I've heard they think you're pretty hot. I don't know what could be wrong with Bryan." Tessa shrugged, her hand dropping to my knee. "Has Julian ever said he was 'comfortable' with you?" "Julian? Hell no! He-" she stopped herself. "I mean he's never said that. He might have thought it or something." "Have you ever thought you were used to him?" I sat back in my chair, tapping my fingers on my armrest. "Not really. There are always new things about Julian. But I mean we're a different couple," she said. "But not too different," I reminded her. "Well maybe you just need to learn some new techniques. Read up in Cosmo or something." She reached for her Starbucks cup and took a swig of her latte. "I've read everything! I've tried everything! I even asked if he had fetishes or he wanted to do anything crazy. He knows I'm willing to do whatever he wants. I don't get it!" The ghost of yesterday's frustration returned. The thought of Jason's kiss returned too. "Maybe I'm just missing something." "Maybe you should just... sleep with another guy." She coyly sipped her coffee again. "Oh, haha. That's a good one." I swiveled my chair back to face my desk. "That's about as likely as me running off and becoming a nun." "I'm serious," she spun my chair, making my pen fly off across the office in the process. I was facing her again, her face stern now. "Look, you have given everything to this guy. You have treated him like a king. You've done everything in your power to give him what he needs. You told me a few minutes ago that you even left the floor open for freaky shit. You told him you would do anything he asked! Maybe he honestly doesn't like your technique and one way to find out if you're any good is to sleep with somebody else." My eyes stayed open wide, trained on her lips as she spoke. Her logic began to set in, which was dangerous. "I can't... I mean... I love him. I promised not to cheat when I married him." I don't think she'd blinked in the past minute. "And he promised to love, honor, and cherish you. From the sound of it, he hasn't cherished you at all. He hasn't shown you that you're special to him." "I mean, I know that he loves me. He showed me I was special by marrying me... you know... instead of someone else." "You've got to be kidding me. People marry each other all the time. It doesn't automatically mean that you're special to them. Think of all those arranged marriages that last forever but have no love in them. Just because you're married doesn't mean that person is special to you." Her gaze was steady. She meant what she was saying. "Are you honestly trying to convince me that Bryan doesn't love me?" "I'm not saying that. You know I think Bryan is great. I know he loves you. But you have needs, too. And sleeping with someone else one time isn't going to change the fact that you love each other." Tessa sat back in her chair. I sighed. "I know you're right but I still promised. How can I sleep with someone else and live with myself afterward?" I buried my head in my hands. "I think it's admirable that you're being so self-sacrificing Eve, but the truth is: you need to get laid and that has nothing to do with love. Plus, haven't you ever wondered what it's like to be with someone else? I mean you're a grown woman and you've only slept with one man." She took a long sip of her coffee, nearly finishing it. "I wanted to save myself. That was a personal choice." It was true; I was a virgin until I was married. In the meantime, I'd learned how to do everything else from porn and technique books. To try out oral and all the other various non-vaginal pleasantries, I had had a few sexual experiences with other boyfriends, but I'd never gone all the way with any of them. Even then, it had been so long since I'd dated anyone else besides Bryan. "And you saved yourself... for this?" That point left me quiet. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't mean to play the devil's advocate here. Bryan is great. You should do whatever you're comfortable with." She smiled her pretty smile. "Maybe there are ways to learn new things, without cheating." I quirked an eyebrow at her. "I have an idea," she said. "Come home with me after work." I had no concept of what she might be orchestrating, but I was desperate enough to try anything at that point. The workday came and went. I'd glanced briefly at my watch at eleven-thirty, thinking for a second of Jason and his offer for coffee. After thinking about it for a moment, I wasn't sure he'd be so keen on having coffee after he'd taken liberties with me in the elevator. I called Bryan after lunch and told him I was going out with Tessa after work, which wasn't entirely a lie. We just happened... to be... going to her house. She met me in the parking lot around ten after six. "So what are we doing? Your place?" "That's the plan." "Whose car do we take?" "We'll take mine," Tessa said. She unlocked her doors by remote and we slipped into her red Gallant. Some classical music came on but it was low. We drove a twenty-minute distance in forty minutes because of rush-hour. We were used to the stupid traffic. We made small talk but all the while, I couldn't help but wonder why we had to go to her place. We came finally to her townhouse community, where the homes looked almost like little white cakes, lined up on a pretty black asphalt platter. She punched in her code and the gate opened, the rot iron groaning. Her house was in the middle of the complex. I'd only been there a few times, but I knew it by the large American flag that Julian hung near the second-story window, just off the master-bedroom's large balcony. The house was well-furnished and nothing had changed in the two years I'd been going there. There was still the same over-stuffed, black, leather couch... the same dark-wood coffee and end tables. They still had the same wall-mounted 42-inch plasma-screen television. Pictures of both her and Julian's family crowded the walls. A large Vermeer reproduction hung above a brick fireplace. It was a cozy little house where any two people might cultivate a happy home life. She hung her purse on the coat-closet doorknob, dropped her keys on the entryway table, and kicked off her shoes. "Do you want anything to drink?" she walked past me, through the living room and into the kitchen beyond my view. "No thanks." I mimicked her earlier actions, taking my shoes off at the door and leaving my purse beside them. I sat down on the over-stuffed couch, sinking comfortably into its cushions. She returned with two drinks, even though I'd told her I didn't want anything. She offered one to me and I took it. I took a small sip. "Whoa! What is that, rum?" I shook my head, letting the sip burn all the way down. The fizz of a cola smoothed it out. "Rum and Coke," she said with a smile. "Whew. Talk about happy hour." I didn't drink very often and unfortunately, rum got me drunk fast. I set the drink down on a coaster. "So what are we going to do?" Tessa wordlessly, set her drink down on the coffee table. "I need you to relax," she smiled a modification of her usual sweet smile. The corners of her thick lips hooked into her cheeks. "I'm pretty relaxed," I told her, feeling just the opposite- as her smile caught me off-guard. "Close your eyes." "Okay." I did as she asked. And then... Her mouth was soft and moist. Her kiss was slow and grew increasingly deeper. Her chin brushed mine as she rotated her head and edged towards me. I'd been with a woman once before, but my entire experience with her wasn't as sensual as my kiss with Tessa. But then again, at least I was at prepared to be with the other woman! My first inclination was to push her away, but then I relaxed and decided to let her do whatever she wanted. 'I need you to relax.' she had said before. Whatever the reason for the kiss, it was to lend meaning to her point. Tessa had trained me at work... she was an excellent teacher. Socks and Stockings Ch. 02 Her hands went to my sides as she gently rubbed there. Then she pulled away from me. I'd only involved myself in the kiss a little bit, but already my stimulation-starved body sported hard nipples and firmer breasts... the swollen lips of a woman who loved to be kissed by man and woman alike. My tally for kisses from strangers had come up to two for the day. She smiled. "I wanted to break the ice a little," she said sitting back and taking her drink in her hand again. I cleared my throat. "Is there any particular reason why?" I picked up my drink again and took a larger sip than before. "I hope to teach you- or at least show you how I operate in the bedroom." "So, you brought me here to have sex with me?" I was honestly confused. "With Julian." "I'm having sex with Julian? I already told you-" "No, no. Here." She took my drink from me and set it down on the coffee table where she had set hers down. She took my hand and led me upstairs. The two guest bedroom doors remained closed most of the time. The master bedroom door was open. She led me in. Their mahogany four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room atop plush green carpet. The walls were a bastard color of tan and gold with white trim. Other mahogany pieces lined the walls and the cushions on the bed matched the carpet, drapes, and bedspreads. She led me to a door and opened it. Inside was the largest closet I had ever seen. She nudged me inside. "Julian and I will have center-stage. You'll be in here," she grinned. "You want me to hide... in the closet... while you fuck your husband? That's a little crazy. Are you sure he won't know I'm here?" "Believe me, honey. He won't be able to think about anything else." She laughed. "Wow. Um. I guess that's okay." "Here," she pulled a chair from the writing desk on the far side of the room. She tucked it into the closet. "Sit." I did as she ordered and sat down. She closed the door most of the way, leaving it open just a crack. She walked over to the bed and vaulted onto its pillowy surface. "Can you see?" she asked. I could see remarkably well from the closet. Tessa pointed her rear-end towards the closet door. I could just imagine Julian joining her there. "Yeah, I can see." "Good, but I still don't-" she pulled open the door, "I still don't understand why you kissed me." "You'll feel more comfortable with what's going on if you're more "acquainted" with at least one of us." "Right. I guess that makes sense. Okay... so when does this start?" I tugged at my blouse a little to free some of the wrinkles that had developed. "He should be home any minute. I'll go down and "greet" him. Until then we can hang out in here." "Okay. Oh, I hate to impose; could I borrow something to wear? I've been in these clothes all day." "Yeah of course." She came back to the closet and kneed the chair out of the way to inspect her shelves. She pulled down a black tank-top and a skirt. "How is this?" she said holding up the pieces of clothes for my inspection. "That's fine. Thanks so much." She pulled down two other non-descript pieces of clothing and draped them over her arm. She closed the closet door most of the way with her foot. She offered the pair of garments she'd chosen for me and I took them then made for the master bathroom. "Where are you going?" she asked. "To change." "Don't worry about it. Just do it here. Let's see what Bryan is so tired of," she smiled playfully at me. I could feel myself blush. "If it makes you feel better, I'll change with you." Her hands went to the top-most button of her vertically-striped shirt. She pulled each one away from each eyelet until most of her upper body was exposed. She wore a pretty blue-satin bra underneath the shirt. "Sure." I tossed the tank top and skirt on the side of the bed and tugged off my satin blouse. I dropped it onto the bed. My breasts hurt by now, still swollen from the intimacy of our kiss. She eyed them like she was an art-critic observing a sculpture. My bra felt tight at her inspection. I had worn a plain pink satin bra and panties underneath my blouse and pants. It was my most comfortable set of underwear. She reached behind her, unhooking and zipping down her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her perfect flat stomach looked like a stretch of wide toffee. How did she have such perfect skin? To my surprise, she wore... no panties. It caught me off guard. The whole time she stood without clothes, I couldn't help but stare at the tiny landing strip of curls that adorned the slit between her legs. I could clearly see the opening where soon her husband's cock would be. With one hand, she unhooked her bra and removed it, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Now she was completely naked. I remembered the last woman with whom I'd been. She had been substantially curvier than Tessa, but somehow Tessa's sensuousness outweighed that of the other woman. Despite the obvious wrongs of the situation, I found myself wanting to touch her. I fought the inclination but was encouraged to continue disrobing- unbuttoning and zipping down my pants until they lay on the carpet. Without asking, Tessa came over to me and unhooked my bra. I pulled it down my arms. While I did this, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of my panties and yanked them down below my hips. She let go and they slid to the floor. "I can't see why he doesn't like being with you. You have a lovely body," she said, looking over my shoulder. I looked to see why she was looking straight ahead until I understood that she was looking into the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. There I was... naked with another woman- blushing from head to toe with embarrassment. It'd been years since I'd been naked with another woman. I hadn't had sex in weeks and now that she knew... I was vulnerable to her. Her hands ran up and down my arms. It was possible she was doing this to comfort me. On the other hand, she could be trying to take things further. It was hard to tell. Her hands rested on my hips. Her lips pressed to my right shoulder. Her hair tickled my back. "You have a nice figure. I'm sure Julian would enjoy it if I had hips as wide as yours." She pressed her soft hands up my sides. She opened her eyes, watching my reaction in the mirror as her fingertips grazed my nipples. I could scarcely keep from shivering. Immediately a heat rose in the pit of my stomach and my lashes fluttered against my cheeks as she teased the aching tips of my breasts. She cupped each one, using her hands to weigh each of the fleshy globes made prisoner by her fingers. "These are fantastic. I've always wanted to ask you if they're real." "Yes." "They're beautiful. Bryan must be crazy not to want this body." She moved her hands back to my sides. "God knows Julian would tear you apart." The aggressiveness in her voice both scared and enticed me. "If you weren't so averse to sleeping with another man, I'd tell you to stay out here." Her eyes smiled at me in the mirror over the crest of my shoulder. A voice in my head told me to say yes. My gut told me it'd be the time of my life, but I was afraid of doing something that might hurt later. I just wasn't ready to take the step. "I think I'll just watch," I took a deep breath and licked my chapped lips. I saw her smile at me in the mirror as she backed into the bathroom. "Okay. Well I'm going to go freshen up. It's probably best for you to wait in the closet just in case he comes home before I come out." She went into the bathroom and closed the door. The faucet turned on inside. I pulled on the tank top and then tugged on the loose skirt. It had a drawstring at the top, which I let out a few inches to accommodate my wider waist. The skirt nearly came down to the floor, the entire length splashed with bold colors and patterns suggestive of a sunny day on the beach. I bundled my clothes in my arms and made my way back over to the closet. I plopped down in the chair and closed the door most of the way. "Jesus," I said, rubbing my forehead. The cooler clothes were definitely comforting- mostly for the fact that I was no longer naked with someone else touching me. I heard the faucet turn off and the door opened again. Tessa wore the clothes she had pulled out of the closet for herself. It was a cute outfit, a jean skirt and a blue tank top. The bounce of her chest was evidence enough that she hadn't bothered putting any underwear on. "Comfortable?" she asked me, looking in my direction as she smoothed the bedspread. "Yeah. I'm fine." "Okay, well I'm going to go downstairs. It might be a few minutes before we come up. Just wait there." "Okay," I almost whispered. I heard her pad out of the room and tromp down the stairs to the landing. For a few minutes there was silence, then something stirred, a key clanked into the front-door lock and the sound of children playing outside was faint before the door closed. I could hear Tessa's smooth voice say something. Then a deep masculine voice answered, cooing back to her. I couldn't hear anything for a few minutes after that. I couldn't help but ask myself what she was doing down there. I wondered how she might be seducing Julian. Though, I conceded, it wouldn't matter anyway- Bryan was a different man altogether. I tried to imagine what Julian would look like naked. He had to be almost seven feet tall. He had spent some time in the military and was now a personal trainer. He had the body to prove it. With his thickly-muscled arms and legs, he'd probably be able to tear someone in half. His eyes were hazel brown. He always seemed determined and focused to me always processing some deep and all-encompassing thought... maybe the effect of previously being a soldier. I could imagine vaguely, how he might look... but my imagination didn't serve me very well. I took another deep breath. It had been almost ten minutes when the quick thud of feet came up the stairs. The half-open door shook the walls as it was thrown ajar. My eyes flew open as I saw Tessa's lean body catapulted onto the bed. I immediately thought he might have hurt her, but apparently not- since she was smiling at him. His thick body covered her tiny one. He hid his face in her neck, kissing and feasting on her throat. Her eyes floated closed and she moaned. She managed to widen her stance and wrap her legs around him. Then he made a sound I had never heard a man make... it was almost animal in nature. He yanked her tank top up over her chest, her breasts falling into his hand. His other hand was shoving her skirt down her thighs to bunch at her waist. Her fantastic legs dropped to either side of him. He licked his way down to her chest, taking a nipple in his mouth. She groaned in tortured arousal. He switched his mouth to her other nipple, suckling greedily while his hand massaged her other tit. His free hand dove between her thighs and began pumping there. I couldn't see from my side-view but I didn't have to see to know he was good at what he was doing. His arm was pistoning at breakneck speed. Her screams reflected the expert way he finger-fucked her. My eyes stayed wide as I continued to watch. In my envy, my own nipples were hardening... my own pussy beginning to get wet. I clamped my legs shut and took a deep breath. Now was not the time or the place. Tessa's chin dropped, her mouth open wide as she gasped in ecstasy. Dew formed on her skin and after only a few minutes, the muscle-contours of her hips flexed tight and locked at an upward angle. Her cries crescendoed to a high pitch, her eyes rolling into her head. He slowed his pace as she calmed down from her orgasm. She lifted to give him a soft kiss and then pushed him lightly over onto his back. She giggled playfully and slowly unzipped his pants. "Don't play, girl. Suck that dick." He grinned at her. "Maybe I want to take my time," she teased, mischief in her face. "Don't make me get you like last time," he warned with a smile. She freed him from his pants and underwear, sliding them down slowly to throw them off the bed. Now his thick shaft was fully visible, shiny at the tip with pre-cum. Though his length was average, he was definitely wider than some of the cocks I'd seen in porn. I was surprised at my pussy's reaction to his sudden nakedness. My kegel muscles tightened as Tessa slid his purple staff into her mouth. My hand instinctively rushed to the warm wetness of my crotch. I stopped my fingers from pulling aside the cloth there. Resisting the temptation became harder as she began performing on him. All the white, I couldn't help but notice his facial expression mellowing and evening out. He was deeply concentrating, as if in a trance. 'What the hell is she doing?' I thought. I strained my eyes to see. She was slowly swallowing him. She pulled away from him. He didn't dispute with her as she sat up and moved her hand to his throbbing cock. She put her index finger on the upside and her thumb on the bottom-side and gently began stroking. She changed her pressure until the slack skin on his shaft barely moved. I never would have imagined him getting bigger, but it was happening in front of my eyes. The slight coercing motion of her fingers seemed to be increasing his sensitivity too, he was breathing harder. This technique was new to me. While Bryan enjoyed what I usually did... this maneuver might be a new favorite. I would have to ask her later where she learned this. Meanwhile Julian looked as though he were going to explode. She dipped her head and began licking the length of him so quickly that her tongue was a blur against him. He let out a growl. It threw off my train of thought. My fingers were beginning to twitch. I observed Tessa's face. She was studying Julian's reaction attentively. She removed her hand from him, let him catch his breath, and then blew lightly on his erection. His head fell to the side as he smiled in my direction. I had never known a woman to actually blow on it before. He regarded the action as if it was an inside joke. She giggled again and sank his cock deep into her face, her lips clamping down on the base of cock. His amusement disintegrated and he tensed at what seemed to be a rush of pleasure. I marveled at how she had swallowed him so wholly in one stroke. I could do this, but only after I had worked my way into it. And not only did she do it once, she did it repeatedly. Soon his moans were too much for me. I couldn't keep my fingers from hastily pushing my panties aside and diving between the folds of my sopping pussy. The abandon brought a chill over my entire body. I felt the overwhelming ache – of naughtiness and of restraint – I'd been feeling for the past few minutes melt away. Just a few feet away, one of the hottest women I'd ever personally known was fucking an equally attractive man. I couldn't believe I was actually watching this... hearing him moan... hearing the wet congress of mouth on meat. I worked my fingers deftly. I held my mouth shut with my other hand. I could feel my own hot breath rushing over the horizon of my fingers, could smell my own wetness misting in the heat of the closet. "Stop, baby. Stop." I heard Julian whisper. I stopped my own fingers, trying to listen over the blood rushing in my ears. I opened my eyes. She had lifted her head from his cock and was smiling lovingly at him. She matched her previous technique from before, once again pressing her fingers so slightly... increasing his sensitivity. "You can't be doing that to me," he said with a chuckle. He licked his lips, taking a deep breath. "You know how worked up I get." He drew her down for a kiss and held her tight for a moment. Now I understood that most of what she was doing was proven to please at least Julian – even to the near breaking point. I suddenly appreciate what she was doing for me... letting me sit and watch the intimacy. They held each other for a minute as he gathered his wits. He guided Tessa onto her back and gave her deep kiss. I had begun pressing my twitching pussy again during their kissing. A half-ache made my chest swell. How I wished for this with Bryan. My clit jumped as I thought of my naked husband. Sitting here, watching this... this was for Bryan. I turned my attention back to the couple. He spread her legs and moved his hand between her thighs. He worked her there for only a second before slowly sliding himself into her. Both parties groaned. He pulled all the way out of her and chuckled as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. "You bastard, don't tease me!" she whined. "I gotta get my revenge baby," he said in his lusty voice. He growled and wiggled his hips between her legs. I could only imagine her anticipation rising. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and suckled there. As he did this, he pressed himself into her again. "Shit baby," she cursed in a whisper. "I should make you beg for it." He chuckled evilly, lifting his head from her heaving chest. She swirled her fingertips around his nipples. "I could wait all day, but I'm not so sure you can." She grinned at him, dropping her hands to his tight rod. "I know you want my pussy." She snickered and then moved her hands away, playing with her own tits as she smiled at him. Without notice, he drove himself into her. Her body quaked at his sudden entry. By now my own hands were working again, tearing at my pleasure-points without remorse. My pussy bloomed as my fingers slid against my g-spot, my thumb on my clit. Their screams seemed to shake the walls. My restraining hand had fallen from my mouth to my breast. I breathed heavily now and without regard for the couple. They were lost in their own world of lovemaking. She was coming closer to a third orgasm. I watched as his concentration began to waver and his brain began sending signals for release to his cock. He humped her like a mad man, making her body sing with every thrust. She moaned as he stirred her pussy, touching every available inch of her insides with his muscle. She cursed him lovingly, coaxed him with dirty words. Soon he was pushing all the right buttons on queue and it became too much for her. Her visibly chapped lips fell open, her eyes also fell open and we made eye contact. She was coming. I was coming. Julian was coming. My orgasm came hard and I bit my lip to hold back my yelp, until I was sure I had bit into my lip. Julian made the guttural animal noise again, Tessa exploded with him deep inside her. Not a moment later he lost himself there in the wet cavern of her depths. I caught my breath as quietly as possible, not that Julian would be able to hear. He had all but collapsed onto Tessa, her arms and legs were wrapped around him, her hands clasped at his back. He rested his head on the pillow beside her head. After a minute, he rolled away from her and lay on his back. His cock throbbed in time with his still-excited heart as it began to shrink. I retrieved my sticky fingers from between my legs, taking a deep breath. I didn't think either of them heard me. Julian had a wide smile on his face as Tessa rubbed his stomach lovingly. "You are too good to me baby," he said, his eyes wafting closed. "It's cause you're so good to me," she said with a giggle and kissed him softly on the lips. "I'm gonna go wash up," he said getting up from the bed. "Want to come with me?" "Yeah babe. Just give me a second to catch my breath. Go ahead and get the water ready." Though she was turned away from me, I could hear the smile in her voice. He disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear the shower turning on. Tessa walked shakily towards the closet. "You okay?" she asked. "Yeah," I answered. "Christ woman, you really tore him up!" She laughed and shook her head, "It's taken a long time to get everything down." She sniffed the air. "I can see you enjoyed the show." Socks and Stockings Ch. 02 "Sorry," I said, my cheeks getting hot. "Don't worry about it. I don't blame you." She laughed. "Go wait at my car, I'll be out in five minutes." I grabbed up my stuff and made for the exit just as I heard Julian call from the bathroom. Once outside I filled my lungs with fresh air. I hadn't noticed just how stuffy the closet was until I got outside. I spotted Tessa's car and inched towards it. The effects of my orgasm were wearing off, thankfully. Hopefully, once I got home, there wouldn't be any after-effects left. I slumped against her car and after a few minutes, Tessa emerged from the house with a bright smile on her face. We dropped into the car and sped away from the house as quickly as possible. "How did you get out of the house?" I asked, buckling up. "I told him I would pick up dinner for us." She turned the radio down. "Good plan," I said. "I'm full of them," Tessa said with a chuckle. "So did you learn anything?" "There were some new things. Where did you learn that stuff?" "Mostly dating other men. I'm not sure how I measure up to Julian's past lovers, but I've never gotten a complaint. He's always satisfied." She stopped at a red-light. "I don't really know about Bryan. I don't know how I measure up to his other lovers. I've never really thought about asking." I ran my fingers through my hair, suddenly realizing we had never had in-depth conversation about sex. "How many has he had?" Tessa asked, starting again down the street. "Two or three, I think." For a second I questioned that notion. But then again why would he have lied? "Hm, not very many," Tessa said. "No," I said plainly. "Hey. I hate to ask but have you ever thought he might be seeing someone behind your back and that's why he doesn't want sex?" She gauged my reaction carefully. "You know... I trust Bryan, but it's getting to the point that I'd consider almost anything as a reason." "Yeah... because I don't understand how it could be anything else. You have a fantastic body. You can't be that bad in bed." "Yeah. I don't know, Tess. I just don't know." Time had flown since we'd left the house and we were already close to work. Downtown was desolate after six p.m. There was barely a car in sight. She pulled into the parking lot and I got out, tugging my bag behind me. She rolled down the passenger window. "Well... I hope this was worth it," she said. "It was helpful. Thanks, I guess." We both laughed. "It was fun. Maybe next time we can have you along for the ride," she giggled and rolled the window back up. "Unlikely," I said, smiling as I turned back towards my car. She waited until I got in and started my car before she waved and left the parking lot. "Wow," I said to myself, taking a deep breath. My mind was still reeling from all I had experienced and I backed my car out of the parking lot and headed towards home. Socks and Stockings Ch. 03 I would like to personally thank everyone who has been diligently reading this series. I'm sorry it's been a long few months since Chapter 2 came out. Between losing my job and moving, I haven't had much time to do anything! I hope you enjoy Chapter 3 of this story. I believe it is the best chapter yet. * * * * * It was seven before I got home. I'd stopped to pick up groceries to make dinner. I shoved the door open with my hip and closed it with my foot. I dropped my purse at the landing of our townhouse and kicked my shoes off next to it. "Bryan, I'm home!" I called out. There was no answer. I set the groceries down on the counter and strained to hear the television in the den. There was no noise. It came to my attention that most of the lights were off in strategic parts of the house. This made me curious. Bryan never thought twice about leaving lights on. He was careless in that way, much to my dismay. It was one of the things I nagged him for. So why after so long, was tonight the night he decided to be electricity-conscious? I approached the landing to the first-floor staircase. I squinted at the dark hallway at the top. One foot on the first stair, I called out to him. "Bryan? Are you home?" I checked the time on the hallway clock. Ten after seven. Had he been detained at work? I scaled the stairway, peeking to my left and my right in the hallway at the top. Dark. I pushed our bedroom door open. The queen-sized, walnut, four-poster bed lay undisturbed, still adorned with the silver-embroidered, scarlet quilt and cushions. The door to our master bathroom was dark. I scratched my head but decided to change my clothes. I tossed my old clothes into the hamper and donned a casual white sundress. The light embroidery at the collar was a comfort. I'd had a similar dress when I was a teenager. Barefoot, I relished the feel of the carpet under my toes. I thought to check his study, perhaps he was on the phone and couldn't answer me. Exiting the bedroom, I was delighted to hear muffled sound coming from the study. I smiled, thinking of the wonderful dinner I'd make for him. He shouldn't work after hours, I thought. The study door came open easily at my fingertips, light flooded the dim hallway and... The muffled sound was the sound of a man and a woman furiously fucking, without love in their faces, without so much as a hint of intimacy between them. The glow of the computer screen shone blue on Bryan's face. His cock was rigid and rapidly lost in the in-and-out rhythm of his tight fist. A bottle of KY massage oil sat nearby, the lid of which wasn't even secured. His eyes were open wide at the screen, his mouth open as his stuttered, heavy breathing caused his chest to expand and retract rapidly. My jaw hit the floor as I watched my husband spray hot sticky cum all over his flat-screen monitor. His groan rattled the foundation of our house. Aghast at the scene before me, my eyes opened and didn't blink. My hand flew to my mouth, trying to stifle a gasp that managed to escape despite my attempts to hold it in. This gasp was enough to snap Bryan out of his sex-trance. He stammered as he made attempts to hide his dripping erection from me. He rose from his seat, his pants falling to his ankles. "Eve!" he called out my name, but all I could hear was the racket of my own heartbeat in my ears. His mouth moved but no words came out. I stumbled back into the hallway and then took off running down the stairs. I could hear him cursing from the upstairs hallway as I reached the base of the steps and clumsily... angrily grabbed my purse. "Eve! Don't go!" He caught up with me before I could find my keys inside it. His hand gripped my upper arm as he spun me around. "Let me go, you fucker! Let me go!" I struggled in his grasp, colorblind with rage! "Eve! Stop! Stop it!" He screamed, trying in vain to calm me down. "Let me GO! I'm getting the fuck out of here! You stupid asshole! Let me go! You-" I was reaching into my frazzled brain for names to call him but I only managed to reorder 'stupid', 'asshole', and 'fucker'. Finally my anger turned to intense bitterness and I collapsed in the foyer, yielding to tears. He dropped to his knees beside me, sitting with me. He had this look of dumb confusion on his face. It was as if he knew what he'd done, but couldn't figure out why it was wrong. I shoved his filthy hands away from me. They weren't just filthy because they were covered in his coagulating sperm and the massage lotion... they were filthy because they were, seemingly, better than my pussy. "You stupid... fucker," I said quietly in-between sobs. "You... stupid..." I took deeper breaths, wiping my tears on the brim of my shirt. He kept saying my name quietly... in whispers. Why was he trying to talk to me? He wiped his hands on his partially unbuttoned shirt and wrapped his arms around me. "Please don't." I said, pushing him away. "I don't understand," he said softly, sitting back on his haunches. "What the fuck were you doing up there?" I asked. "Well... Eve... you know what I was doing," he said nervously, looking at the floor. "Yes but why! WHY were you doing it?" My anger flared up again. "What do you mean why?" "You goddamn fuck!" I said shoving him backwards. "You selfish-" I stopped myself as I saw the expression of utter confusion blanket his face. "Is that why?" "Why what?" "Why we aren't fucking, you JERK!" I was up on my knees now, my shadow over his face as he lay on his back, trying to keep the back of his head from hitting the bottom step of the staircase. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "OH! You've got some nerve Bryan Denton. Some fucking nerve! We haven't fucked in weeks! For WEEKS you've barely touched me! I mean-" I couldn't help but trip over my words, but the only question that came was a simple one. "What the fuck!? Do you just jack off all the time? Is that what you do?" "Hey, it's a natural bodily function!" he said, his tone defensive. "SO IS FUCKING, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!" I stood up now, kicking him in the leg with my bare foot. "Fine! You want to jack off! DO IT! HAVE FUN!" I picked up my shoes, grabbed my purse and left the house. In the driveway, I managed to find the keys quickly. My body on fire with adrenaline, I shoved the key in the ignition and floored the car into the street. I didn't put on my seatbelt, didn't bother putting on my shoes once I got in the car, and didn't use my turn signal as I exited our development. I had no idea where I was going, I only knew I was driving. After a few minutes, I roared onto the highway. I fled west, but the nag of recent memory pursued me. Before I knew it, I was speeding. Soon I was going nearly ninety miles an hour. The highway was mostly empty. Rush hour had long-ago ended. It must have been about eight-thirty when my car hit something on the asphalt. My tire screamed as it popped. I slammed on my brakes, making things worse. A car behind me swerved and managed to get into the adjacent lane. My car spun once and stopped at an angle facing the guard rail. Smoke rose from my tires as I took a moment to recover from the new shock of nearly colliding with the guardrail. The next few cars beeped at me but went around my tail-end. Frailty seized my hands as I maneuvered the car onto the shoulder. I took a moment to recover form the initial daze, taking deep, metered breaths. Once I'd collected myself as best as possible, I squeezed over the center console of my front seat and out the passenger door. It was was almost pitch-black and I frowned at the damaged tire, barely visible in the intermittent flash of my hazard lights. "Fuck! What am I going to do now?" I said aloud. The sick joke of walking directly in the way of a passing car crossed my mind. But I knew I was thinking out of frustration with the aid of adrenaline. "It's just a flat tire," I kept saying to myself. "You can do this Eve," I told myself. I shoved over to the passenger seat, pulled on my heels, the wrong kind of shoes for the job... but I hadn't anticipated a flat tire after all. Plus, when any woman gets as angry as I was, she doesn't think about which shoes to grab as she storms out. I retied my ponytail and grabbed my keys from the ignition. I clunked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. A small red toolbox sat nestled against the inner hip of the trunk. I lifted it out, and fished out my mag-light from its rusty insides. I clicked it on and used it to brighten up the interior of the trunk. I lifted the flap of the trunk floor and heaved the spare tire from the gap. The jack came next. The rug dropped back down over the now-empty space as I held the mag-light in my mouth. I could smell the evidence of past use on the tire as I lugged it under my arm to the front of the car. The jack and toolbox clattered to the street. I leaned the spare against the car and dropped the mag-light into my blackened hand. I squatted to the ground and tried the bolts with my fingers, effectively singeing my fingertips. "Fuck!" I screamed at the tire. Shreds of it seemed to have melted onto the pavement. I scooted the jack underneath the car and began pumping the car upward. Once I'd succeeded on raising it just about high enough, I focused the mag-light on the large toolbox and lifted out a four-way wrench. I worked as fast as I could. The first nut came off easily. The second was nearly stripped during the process of removal. And just as I began working off the third lug nut... as if the gods weren't already laughing hard enough at me... the black clouds above me gathered and it began... to rain. I don't remember how many times I cursed, but if I were catholic, I would have spent all day at church atoning for each of them. I grabbed the flashlight, which grew increasingly harder to hold as the rain began to pour hard. I tripped around to the back of the car, shut the trunk and yanked my keys from the lock. I slid into the passenger seat as if I were stealing home. I eased off my shoes and observed my blackened fingers. I reached into the center console and pulled out a small pack of kleenex. I wiped my hands as best I could. As angry as I was at that second, I knew I couldn't get out of this alone. I sure as hell wasn't going to spend the night in my car, all wet, on the side of the highway. I huffed. The car's clock read nine-thirty. Who could help me at this hour? I sure as hell wasn't calling home. I took a deep breath and reached into my purse for my cellphone. Opening it, I saw that I had missed eleven calls, all within the past hour or so. Big surprise, they were from Bryan. All... except one. The last call came from Bryan's parent's home phone. I hit the call button and listened to the phone ring. "Eve?" came Jack's voice through the receiver. It was fraught with genuine concern. "Hi," I said. "Are you okay? Bryan said you left. Is everything okay?" I thought for a moment. Everything was not okay, but I didn't want to tell him what happened either. "We had a fight. I had to get away," I said, the torrents outside pounding the car even harder. "Well. Where will you go?" I thought of calling Tess... but I was almost afraid of going there in my current state. I knew there was a possibility I might do something rash. My silence must have unsettled Jack. "Why don't you come over here?" Thunder peeled overhead. "I can't," I said. "Why not? Where are you?" "I was going west on the highway when I hit something and my tire went flat. I was in the middle of changing it but it started to rain." I frowned, wiping some water from my forehead. "What mile-marker?" I could hear him moving some things around in the background. "Jack, you don't have to come get me. I'll be fine," I lied. In truth, I had no idea what I was going to do. "What mile-marker?" he asked again. "The last exit number I saw was sixty-seven," I said. "I'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Don't get out of the car. Lock the doors." He hung up the phone. I stared at the words, 'Call ended.' on the screen- baffled. I'd never done anything nearly as nice for Jack as he was doing for me now. Not that the occasion had ever come up. But, I knew, if it ever did come up, I would pay him back for this favor. As I waited for him, I tried my best to clean up. I pulled as much stray hair out of my face as possible, using up all the kleenex to get the wet, black rubber off my hands and out of my dress, though the latter of those seemed impossible. Before too long, a car pulled up behind mine. For a split-second, I was worried it was a stranger, but my interior light revealed that it was, indeed, Jack's wide figure approaching through the rain. I grabbed my purse and keys and opened the door. He held the umbrella high until I had could get out. I stepped against him under the small umbrella, locking my car with the automatic remote. His arm went around me and he hugged me to his side as we bobbed and weaved to avoid the fat droplets. He opened the passenger-side door for me and I squeaked into the leather seats. He'd laid a towel out for me and the heat was going full-blast. I relaxed as the vents began drying my dress. I hadn't noticed before, but the rain had caused it to stick to my body. And since I wasn't wearing anything underneath, I might as well have been naked. I scrambled to cover myself with a spare towel as Jack dropped into the driver's seat. He didn't drive right away, instead he turned to me. "Eve, I want you to listen very carefully to me," he said, looking me straight in the eye. I shivered... was it because I was cold? or because I knew Jack meant serious business? "Any time, you get stuck like this, I want you to call me," Jack said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I have triple A Mr. Denton, I just don't have the number in my new phone." I smiled nervously. "It doesn't matter. Even with triple A coming, I want to know you're okay." I was mute at those words. He merged the car back onto the highway, which, by now, was completely empty of traffic. I was astonished that he would care so deeply for me. I mean, sure I was his daughter, but he was treating me more like a biological daughter. I nodded to him, unable to answer since my lips were now ice-cold. I leaned back, feeling terrycloth touch my naked legs. The heat felt better and better. The car clock read ten till ten and it finally occurred to me just how hungry and tired I was. In the aftermath of the fight, I hadn't exactly remembered to eat dinner. "We'll get you a hot bath and some clean clothes when we get back. I'm sure I've got something we can whip up for you to eat," he said, surely reading my mind. "Bryan said you left close to eight-o-clock." Anger at Bryan displaced my pleasure at being out of the rain with someone who cared about me. I bit my lip to hold back a barrage of curses and insults. "I didn't look at the clock," I said as we neared the Denton house. The ranch-style home looked gray in the attenuating storm. Jack repeated his courtesy of shuttling me under the umbrella to the entry-way door. Soon we were inside, where there was a large log in the fireplace, ready to burn. He removed his shoes and then set a course for the master bedroom. "This way," he called. I followed. I expected to see Katherine any minute, but she was nowhere to be found. "Where's Mrs. Denton?" I asked. "She went to a seminar in South Carolina. She'll be back day after tomorrow." He reached over the California king-size bed, retrieving a laundry basket that sat on the opposite edge. He pulled out a fresh towel and handed it to me. I cautiously pulled away the wet towel that concealed my otherwise exposed body. He offered me the towel but I missed it and bent quickly for it, blushing as I rose again. He looked at the floor, picking up the wet towel. "Everything you need should be in the shower stall," he said, licking his visibly chapped lips. He strode from the room quickly. I promptly shut the door behind him. There was something odd about that moment. The exchange between us was awkward. I couldn't put my finger on it. I shook off the feeling and observed the bedroom. There wasn't a corner of this room that wasn't inviting. The bedspreads, pillows, and drapes were a rich plum color. Everything was clean, not a speck of dust in sight. All the clothes, decorations, and desk implements were organized surgically. I was afraid to remove my dress and leave it in the wrong place. I elected to hang it over the shower-curtain rod while I bathed. I peeled it away to find, much to my disgust, that some of the black tar-like substance had soaked through the thin material of my dress and onto my torso. I turned the water to the hottest temperature that I could handle and stepped under the jets. Along the wall were various shower gels, shampoos, and conditioners. All of them were expensive salon-quality types. I feverishly poured soap over my chest and stomach, trying desperately to remove the black char that clung to my skin. I rung my hands under the water, picking the crud out from under my fingernails before washing my hair. I couldn't help but think of Jack's face as I'd dropped that towel. I shivered again... this time there was no explanation for it. Even under the hot water, my nipples hardened as my mind strayed... just for a second into the unknown realms into which most women wander when they're naked and alone... when they probe their innermost... deepest... darkest fantasies. Even for a split-second, I imagined him naked. But I paid for that moment when I thought of Bryan in the very next. "Fucker," I said quietly to myself. I turned off the water and grabbed the closest dry towel. I dried off as best as possible inside the stall, then pancaked my hair inside the towel, shimmying my hands around it to try and dry it. Once I was dry, the towel was too cold for comfort. I peeked around the rather large bathroom, with its blue and tan mosaic tile and complexly-patterned wallpaper. My eyes rested on a fleece bathrobe folded neatly on top of an armoire against the far wall. I stepped out onto the bathmat, tolerably dry, and pulled the heavy fleece over my shoulders. I tied the belt and thought I could fall asleep right there, right then but my stomach began to growl. I scoffed. My body wanted to go to sleep, but the rest of me wanted fuel of some sort. I knew that if I didn't eat, I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I chose to visit the kitchen. I expected to see Jack on my way down the hall, but he was no where to be found. "Mr. Denton?" I said, just above a whisper. He didn't answer. I shrugged and stepped into the kitchen. At the very least, I could make some tea while I waited for him. I rummaged through the cupboards until I found a box of peppermint tea. It was my second favorite tea after Chai tea. I made ridiculous yummy sounds as I pulled a silver kettle from a nearby shelf and fired up the gas stove. I filled the kettle with water and set it on the burner. What am I missing? I thought. Sugar. I pulled open the cabinet that had just housed the tea, pushing things out of the way, reaching for a higher shelf. I could have easily pulled a calf muscle trying to reach that height. I huffed and continued reaching but the sudden presence of Jack in the kitchen startled me. His hand on my back, he reached with his free arm to retrieve the obscured sugar. The proximity of our bodies made me blush again. Now I was sure he'd seen a peek of my body when I bent over. My face burned. "I just wanted some sugar for my tea," I explained nervously. "Sugar is always in this cabinet," he said, smiling. I almost chuckled. He had that daddy smile that daughters come to know well. That smile is full, wide, and kind as if all the knowledge of life is contained behind those lips. And magically, the perfect advice appears anytime you have a problem or life's challenges present themselves. Socks and Stockings Ch. 04 If you have been patiently waiting for Chapter 4, the wait is over. I am happy to release this chapter to you, though I'm nervous about it. This chapter involves hypnotism and guided sexual experience, so if you find that type of thing offensive - you don't have to read this. I, however and pleased with it and hope you will be too. I apologize for my wordy writing style, I'm trying to improve. I have absolutely no E.T.A for Chapter 5, but I hope it's soon. Thanks for reading! ---------------------- My eyes opened as the rain danced on the windows. The phone rang down the hall a moment later. I heard a beep and Jack's voice said, "Hello". I knew who it was, but I didn't want to talk to him. I sat up in bed, my thoughts disjointed. I yawned deeply and looked towards the window. The morning light filtered through the window. My summer dress hung on a hanger and the light shone through, casting lacy patterns on the bedspread. It had come clean, thankfully. No black marks were to be seen. There was a knock at the door and seeing Jack in the doorway reminded me of the dream. My cheeks grew warm. "It's Bryan," Jack said, his lips pursing. "I don't want to talk to him. Tell him to fuck off." I clamped my hand over my mouth. I tried not to use foul language in front of his parents. Jack chuckled and then said into the phone, "She doesn't want to talk." Bryan's voice was sarcastic, but unintelligible. "Well she actually said 'fuck off' b-" I almost forgot my anger at those words. Something about the way Jack said them made the whole thing hilarious. Bryan said something quietly over the receiver. Jack looked back at me. "He says he's sorry and he wants to talk things over." Jack waited for an answer from me. I could smell bacon in the air. It was evident Jack had cooked breakfast for both of us and I wasn't about to leave him alone after he'd been so great to me. But I would have to leave eventually. I couldn't stay at mys' house forever. I couldn't hide from the problems between Bryan and I, even if facing them was painful. I breathed deep. "Tell him I'll meet him for lunch," I said, running my fingers through my hair. My lids felt suddenly weighted and I knew if I didn't get up now, I might drift off to sleep again. I heard Jack negotiate a place quickly as he walked down the hall. It hardly mattered to me where the meeting would take place, it was the content of our argument that worried me. I wandered to the window and lifted the hanger from the curtain-rod. If it were possible, the dress' material was even softer than before. I laid the dress over the rumpled bed and slid the pajamas off with ease. Exposed to the cool air of the room, my skin reacted in its natural fashion. My nakedness was a sudden reminder of the dream I'd had last night… and the unbelievably hot sex I'd had in it. Though, I thought as my face twisted with disappointment, the dream hadn't had a proper resolution. I straightened my dress in the bathroom mirror and lifted Katherine's hairbrush from the organizer on the counter-top. As I brushed my long black hair into submission, I remembered the care with which Jack had comforted me once I'd woken up. I'd told him I had a nightmare and he believed me… at least I hoped he did. I'd cried so hard, tears of anger, sadness, and pure desire. For the better part of an hour, I'd shaken in Jack's arms, soaking the shoulder of his housecoat. And he'd borne it all without a complaint. It'd taken a few minutes to fall asleep but I finally sank into a coma-like sleep. Now my eyes were swollen and I couldn't decide why I'd dreamt what I had. I cleaned the brush and put it back in the organizer. I looked into my own eyes and grounded my feet against the floor. The truth was, it was the intimacy I wanted, not the man. And while Jack was attentive, attractive, and caring… so was Bryan. The fact that their mannerisms, looks, and even their smells were so similar must have been the replacement of Bryan with Jack in my dream. There was no other explanation. I sighed, my cheeks flushing. Then again, the actions of my dream-man were nothing like Bryan's. "No," I told myself. "This wasn't a fantasy." My adamant words were wasted on the emptiness of the bathroom. I took a deep breath and smelled bacon. I smiled. Breakfast time. My stomach was growling, probably from all the energy spent on having the dream. I felt just like a little girl sitting at the table. The tall barstool kept my bare feet from touching the floor. Already waiting for me was a tall glass of orange juice. Jack set my plate in front of me. Along with the fragrant bacon was a healthy portion of eggs, a pile of glistening, fresh fruit, and, tucked on the edge of the plate, a buttered English muffin. I drooled and, unabashedly, began forking food into my mouth. "The mechanic shop said they'd have your tire put on in about an hour. That gives us some time to eat before we get going." He sat down in front of me with his plate. "That's great," I said, my mouth full. A rogue cloud of egg fell from my lip to the plate. He lifted a questioning eyebrow. I just chuckled stupidly. "Hungry?" He smiled his daddy smile. "Yeah. I guess so." I wiped my mouth and sat up properly in my chair. I dabbed my mouth with a napkin. "So, are you ready to talk about what happened?" At his words I swallowed the remnants of my last bite. I didn't guess he was going to let up until I told him what happened. "Last night, I came home and Bryan was…" I stopped, trying to phrase the scenario politely and cleanly. "He was masturbating," I said, sounding like a newscaster. "Hm… masturbating." Jack studied me, making me nervous. He waited for me to elaborate and when nothing came, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "So he was masturbating. What else?" "Nothing else. Well, he was watching porn while he was doing it." "Porn," the word sounded foreign on his lips as he repeated it back to me. "Mm hm." I nodded. "And this made you upset?" He lifted his orange juice and took a sip. For a second I was surprised. "Well… yes." My face grew hot. Maybe his dad wouldn't sympathize with me on this. "Why did it make you upset? Masturbating is normal. You masturbate don't you?" I thought my head would explode. Immediately my pussy was aching. A little slutty voice in the back of my head, one that often spoke when I was unfulfilled whispered, "Tell him all your dirty secrets." "No," I said aloud to the voice. "No?" he said. Both of his eyebrows ascended his forehead in puzzlement. "I mean, yes. But-" I stopped. The cogs in my brain were beginning to smoke. "But what?" he asked after a few moments. "I don't watch porn. I only watch it to learn and it doesn't usually turn me on. When I masturbate, it's because Bryan's not there. He was doing it just to get off, not because he wanted me and I couldn't be there. He could have waited until I got home, but he didn't!" My thoughts had tumbled out carelessly, in a long stream of words, barely separated by breath. I felt tears clouding my eyes. I made a concerted effort to suck them into my sinuses. Another deep breath gave me the strength to open my eyes and study my audience. His lips were pursed, as if he was trying to say something as delicately as possible. "I can see why you're upset. But you have to think of things from his perspective. Maybe there's something he needs," Jack said in a negotiatory tone of voice. "Something he needs? Why doesn't he just ask? I've asked him if he has any needs. I've told him that he can tell me anything." I remembered just a few nights before when he'd labeled me, 'a comfortable pair of socks'. "That's a question for him. But, maybe he's just not ready to tell you." My mouth clamped shut as that thought soaked into my addled brain. My eyes dropped to Jack's plate which was mostly empty. My vision blurred as I thought. I was silent. "Anyway, I don't think I'm the right person to ask about Bryan's mindset." Jack scooped up a forkful of eggs. "I don't understand why he doesn't wise up. You're a beautiful, talented, and captivating young woman. There's no reason why he shouldn't take advantage of his luck." He smiled at me and our eyes met. There was warmth in his eyes that reassured and disarmed me all at once… just like the night before. The phone rang. Jack swallowed and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I took the last bite of bacon on my plate and took it to the kitchen. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe Bryan wasn't ready to tell me what he wanted. But how to convince him to do it? I scraped my plate and rinsed it before leaving it in the sink. Behind me Jack spoke quickly to someone. "Thank you," he said. The phone beeped off. "The mechanic said your car is ready." "Okay," I said, my eyes still glazed over with deep thought. I hardly noticed Jack approach me. His hands settled on my shoulders as they often had the past few days in order to ground me, to help me be still. "There are two possibilities, little Eve." My eyes refocused on his blue ones. I was suddenly aware of our proximity and the warmth of his hands on my skin. My lips plumped as I smelled the richness of coffee on his breath. Without permission, my mind wandered to dark thoughts… how it might feel to be kissed by those lips. Lips so full of understanding and wisdom. My fingers twitched as I imagined intertwining them in his hair. I felt my lids grow heavy. It's just the dream talking, Eve. I thought to myself. You don't want him. You want Bryan. "…or he won't and there's nothing you can do about it." I drifted back into reality as his sentence tapered to a finish. I hadn't heard his heart-felt reassurance. I'd been too preoccupied with daydreaming. "You're probably right," I said mechanically. He smiled and patted my shoulder. I half-expected him to ruffle my hair. He returned to the table for his plate and cup. I huffed. "Let's get going," he said, resting his dishes atop mine in the sink. Soon we were on the road. The brisk morning air rushed in through the window. The smell of cows blew in and I rolled my window up. Light jazz was playing on the radio. Lost in thought, I was useless for conversational purposes. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the mechanic shop's parking lot. "Here we are," Jack said. He lifted my purse from the back seat and handed it to me. "Thanks again for everything," I said. "Anytime," he said, his daddy smile shining. I saw my car in a far parking spot. The tire had been replaced and everything looked to be in order. After paying inside, I slid into my car. Water spots graced the seat where I'd climbed into the car the previous night. I started the car and checked the clock. I had time to kill before meeting Bryan. But what to do till then? I pulled out of the parking lot and got back on the highway. I couldn't go too far, since the diner where I was to meet Bryan was just in between our house and his parents'. I found a strip mall just a few exits before the diner's exit and was delighted to find a bookstore. I dabbed concealer under my eyes, some powder on my nose, and some gloss on my lips. I was far from picture-perfect, but it would have to do. It felt odd to be traipsing into a bookstore in work heels and a casual dress, but that feeling was overcome at the prospect of finding a new book to read and finally getting some time to myself. I perused the novels, wandering from sci-fi to romance, until I thought of my problems outside of the bookstore again. I wandered to the self-help section of the store. Painstakingly, I found the bay containing tomes on relationships and sexuality. I slid one from the shelf and picked at it for a few minutes. There was a chapter on 'diminished male libido', which hooked me immediately. I found a comfortable chair and sat down to read. 'Always know that this problem isn't your fault. Try to remember your best qualities when-' "Eve?" I looked up from the book. It was Tessa. Today, even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked stunning. "Tessa? What are you doing here?" This store was far out of the way for her. "I ordered a book and it got here today," she said indicating the book she was carrying. "I know the guy that owns this place, so he orders books for me." She smiled brightly and took the seat opposite me. She caught a glimpse of my book's cover. "What are you up to so far from home? Not hiding out here... looking for advice in books are you?" "I was just curious. This book has a chapter on something called diminished male libido." "Hm. I've never found relationship books helpful. I'm a firm believer that every relationship is different. Books try to use blanket-principles." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I just thought getting another opinion would help," I said, closing the book. "It seems like this book might be a good place to start." "You don't know where the author is coming from. He could be a psycho. Here let me see," she lifted the book from my fingers. "'Dr. James Morgan Ph.D.'" she read from the back cover. "See? He's a doctor," I said, pleased with myself. "Apparently he lives here in town, with his dog… Preston." Tessa giggled. "Hm. He's single. Where do you suppose he gets off giving married people advice when he's not even married himself?" She squinted at the back cover, mouthing something to herself. "Single? How do you know he's single?" I attempted to peer over the edge of the book. "No ring on his finger in the picture," she said, flipping the book over to show me the back cover. A man with dark hair, blue eyes, and a bright white smile looked back at me. He couldn't have been older than thirty. Tessa was right, there was no ring on his finger. He was handsome enough for my eyes to linger. I could hear the slutty voice in my head remarking on his well-dressed body in the back of my head. "Well it's not like I care whether he's single or not. It seems like he knows what he's talking about." I took the book back, now just looking at the picture. "Here's an idea. If you really want a second opinion, why don't you go see this guy and tell him about your situation?" She grinned and sat back in her chair. I laughed. "No way! I'm not insane! I just have a problem." I shook my head, setting the book down on the coffee table between our chairs. "I don't think it's so crazy to seek a second opinion. I mean what's the difference between trying to find an answer in a book and talking to somebody? Not to mention, he's the guy who wrote it." I took a moment to consider. Tessa was my friend and she was just trying to help. But more than that, Tessa had been helpful in the situation until now. Plus… if this Dr. Morgan was no help, I didn't ever have to see him again. "You're right," I said in conclusion. "There's no reason not to go see him." Tessa nodded, smiling. "Well, I've got to get going," Tessa said, gathering her things. "Yeah, me too." I said, checking my cellphone for the time. I'd be late if I didn't leave immediately. "I'll see you on Monday." She turned to go. "Thanks for your help," I called after her. "No problem, honey," she said playfully. I struggled for a moment, trying to decide whether I should buy the book or not. I decided not to and left it sitting on the coffee table. I could see Tessa's car leaving the parking lot by the time I got to my car. Clouds had floated over the sun and made the day seem hazy. My blue car looked gray and sick in the changed weather. I wondered whether the misty demeanor of the sky was a bad omen. I pulled onto the highway again, wonder if it would rain again. But not a drop fell during my drive to the diner. I pulled into the small parking lot and observed the boxy diner. I locked my car and looked around for Bryan's car, eyeing it on the far side of the parking lot. My lips tightened as I suppressed reawakening emotions. But when I pushed the diner door open and heard the bells tinkle above my head, seeing Bryan made it impossible not to be angry. I resisted the immediate urge to curse him out, turn around and leave. Instead, I made my way over to his booth and slid into it. It was the first time I'd seen him for longer than five minutes in two days. Aside from catching him jacking off, we'd barely seen each other for one reason or another. We didn't speak, we just looked at each other. For the first time, perhaps in our whole relationship, he was strange and foreign to me, like a limb that had fallen asleep. I barely recognized his scent as his. I noticed his disheveled hair... saw fresh wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. "Hi," he said quietly. He licked his chapped lips. "Hi," I answered. "I ordered you a sweet tea," he said, his voice close to a whisper. He sounded humiliated. "Thanks," I said. There was silence then. I didn't look into his eyes, though I felt his on me. I looked through the menu. He sighed, his shoulders slouching. The waitress appeared with our drinks and set them on the table. I took a sip of my tea, without a word. "We need to talk," he said finally. I looked up at him, bringing my hand up to stop him from speaking. His mouth remained agape. "Before you say anything, I need to say this," I started, "I'm mad at you and it's going to take a lot of work for us to come to grips with what really happened last night." A storm of confusion passed over his face, "But I was just-" "Please," I said, my hand up again. "I'm not done," I said. I crossed my arms in front of me. "I know what you were doing. And it's not so much what you were doing as why. And don't say it was to cum. I know that's why it's done ultimately. But how could you have been so… selfish?" I couldn't come up with a better word. He stayed quiet, watching me speak, his hands between his knees, or at least I supposed they were between his knees. I closed my eyes at that thought. "We've been together for a long time. We love each other. Why aren't we having sex? I do what I can to try and inspire you, but nothing ever works. I'm frustrated!" My voice had risen to an uncomfortable pitch and I took a deep breath. "And I try to do that on my own. But doing it on my own, it doesn't…" I hadn't thought so deeply about why masturbating didn't really do it for me. "It's just not enough," I said, putting it simply. "I just want to know… why? What's… wrong with me?" I said, looking down at the white, cloth napkin folded on the table. "Nothing's wrong with you," Bryan said, reaching across the table to touch my hand. "You're beautiful and sexy and sweet. I don't know… I just…" I could see the cogs turning in his head. "I don't know," he said, withdrawing his hand. The warmth of his touch had nearly brought me to tears. He hadn't told me outright that I was beautiful and sexy in a long time. My heart stung, but my initial pain and anger rescinded a little. "I've tried almost everything I can. I wear sexy clothes, listen to everything you have to say, ask you if there's anything you need. I don't know what you want from me." I sighed deeply. "I mean, are we going to be one of those couples that schedules sex?" I winced at the thought. It would be so mechanical to have a schedule for sex. "I don't want that," he said firmly. "I don't either. I want sex to come naturally to us both, but I just don't know what else I can do. I've worn lingerie more than once in the past few weeks and I've suggested sexy things to do. I was so excited when you let me go down on you the other night, but for God's sake, Bryan… you fell asleep with your cock in my mouth! I'm just… frustrated!" I tamed my voice again. "I don't know what to say," he said, his eyes downcast, his lips pursed as he thought. Socks and Stockings Ch. 04 "I've thought of a way to maybe help the situation," I said, sucking my unshed tears to the top of my head. He looked up at me, a glimmer of hope in his eye, relief passing over his face like a ray of sunshine. "I am going to see a counselor, to see if maybe I'm not doing everything I can for you. If I can get a professional opinion, I might be able to find a final solution and we can move on from this." "If that's what you want," he said. It sounded as if there was more to his thought but the waitress interrupted us. She had a look of half-concern on her face, seeing our hard expressions. Mine loosened the moment she approached. I ordered a club sandwich. Bryan ordered one his old favorites, a hamburger with ketchup, mustard, and pickle only. I had a feeling we wouldn't eat much. "What do you think about my idea?" I asked him once the waitress had gone. "If that's what you want. But, none of this is your fault. I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry I didn't think of your feelings first. I was just…" I looked away, "I know." I blushed and without thinking, said quietly, "But you could have shared something special with me and you chose not to." He was quiet again. I sipped my tea. "So, are you coming home?" he asked. I froze. I hadn't thought of that. "Do you want me to come home?" I asked. In all honesty, I could have stopped the statement at 'me'. "I'd like you to come home. I missed you last night." His eyes were full of remorse now. I felt a twinge of guilt. "Then, yes." I said. "I'll follow you home after lunch." The waitress returned with two bowls of vegetable soup. She set them down in front of us along with a basket of crackers. She smiled at us and left us alone. "I'm glad," he said. Then something occurred to me that hurt me to repeat aloud. "But we can't have sex," I said. My chest ached, my brain screaming in rebellion. "What?" he said, his eyebrow quirking. "We can't have sex," I reiterated. "But this whole argument was about sex. Why-" "Because the last thing I want is a pity fuck," I said. He looked puzzled. "I'll talk to the counselor. I want to see if the deeper problem can be solved first. Until then, you can do what you've been... doing up until now." I chuckled a little. The comedy of his decision to pleasure himself instead of being with a woman made me laugh outright. It all seemed like a joke now. After we ate, I drove home, following him. I was able to think clearly for the first time in a day. No longer suffering so much anger and frustration, I was able to think of other things. My dream flashed back to mind and I felt my cheeks grow warm. I was still baffled at how strong an effect the dream had had on me. I hadn't had many like that, but I had had vivid dreams as a child and over time – had learned to differentiate between the possible and the impossible – the symbolic and the actual. I supposed, as I followed Bryan home, it had been a nice dream. And that's how it would be remembered. I made an appointment with Dr. Morgan's secretary for Monday afternoon and left work early. Tessa couldn't help jabbing at me once or twice about me having to see a shrink, but her humor helped more than hindered me in my decision. And though I had made a decision not to back down, I was nervous about seeing the doctor. Moreover, I was nervous about what he might say. Where might he lay the blame of the situation? Then there was the part of me that remained hopeful, thinking there might be counseling or a treatment for the issue. Deep down, my utmost desire was to fix my problem with Bryan. Because, I reminded myself, as I sat in the office waiting to be called, there had been a time when Bryan and I had had more sex. Surely this problem couldn't last long? Could it? The door to the private office opened and a pretty brunette walked out, smiling wide and slightly flushed. Her gait was stuttered and she straightened her skirt a little before exiting the lobby. "Send in my next appointment whenever they get here, Carol," a man's voice called out from the office. The private office door closed and the secretary looked at me from her desk, small wrinkles creasing at the corners of her smile. "You may go in now, Mrs. Denton." There was a glint in her eye, as if she'd just been reminded of an inside joke. I only thought about it in passing and let myself into the office. The doctor stood on the other side of the office, looking intently into a manila folder that he held in his hands. He was a tall man, wearing black dress-slacks, a snug-fitting white shirt buttoned down his chest to the tuck in his pants and a black blazer coat draped over his broad shoulders. Black dress shoes gleamed under the cuff of his pants and a gold watch twinkled from his right wrist. I stood stupidly for a moment. He looked up from the folder. "Good afternoon, Mrs.-" he closed the folder in his hand and picked up another, looking inside it, "Denton?" He looked up at me, his eyes looking startlingly more blue than they had appeared on the back-cover of his book. "Hi," I said, then realized perhaps it was too brief a salutation. "I'm pleased to meet you, Dr. Morgan." I reached out my hand. He took it in his for a moment, not shaking it, just holding it. His hands were large and soft, manicured, though he had a few callouses, no doubt from sifting through paper for hours a day. "I'm very glad to meet you," he said, making direct eye-contact with me. The perfect clarity of his eyes was mesmerizing. It was unmistakable by the look on his face, that he knew the effect he had on women. He knew that he was not only handsome but beautiful, though the way he carried himself and spoke didn't support that he was conceited. "Please have a seat," He said offering me his couch with a deep, reassuring voice. I sat down on it, though there was plenty of room to recline. Light streamed in through the window, the sill of which was adorned with a small, potted cactus and several folded cards – no doubt 'Thank You' cards from his satisfied patients. He sat down in a plush chair across from the couch, crossed one leg over the other and opened my manila folder. He clipped the contents under the silver restraint of his clipboard. He pulled a gleaming, black pen with gold accents from his shirt pocket and turned it to push out the tip. He looked over the papers for a moment and then looked up at me, the blunt edge of his pen against his cheek. "How are you doing today, Mrs. Denton?" It wasn't a particularly specific question and I wasn't sure how to answer it at first. "Very well, thank you." I smiled, fidgeting a bit. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable," he said, possibly detecting my uneasiness. I set my purse on the floor by my feet and pulled my jacket from my shoulders. I folded it over itself once and set it beside me on the couch. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. He just smiled. "So, why would you say you decided to pay my office a visit today?" "Well..." I was unsure where to start. "My husband and I are having trouble at home." He wrote down a short word. "Trouble," he repeated. I nodded in response. "What kind of trouble are you having?" "Well... he...we..." My face involuntarily scrunched up. I scratched an itch on the side of my head. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. Everything is completely private here." He sat up then, his smile warm. I tried to think of a way to explain it politely and without rushing but the situation came out in a rush of words. "We haven't had sex in weeks. I don't know what could be wrong. The other day I caught him jacki... masturbating and I'm not really sure why. He knew I'd be home any minute and he couldn't wait fifteen minutes for me. I figured if he was horny he could come to me for sex, but I don't know what happened. What's happened to us? I can't tell whether it's me or it's him or what. I don't know what to do for him." I took a deep breath and fought back the threat of tears. Anger rose in my chest and cheeks, burning there as I looked at the floor. He scribbled a few lines down quickly then looked up. "So you feel as though his attention is misplaced. You don't understand his inability to wait. You feel as though this is your fault." The butt of his pen was on his cheek again. "Yes," I raked my fingers through my hair. He was silent while I tried to sum up what I was thinking – the main reason for why I was really here. I looked past the doctor at the cactus on the windowsill. "I just wish I knew what was wrong with me." I looked at the doctor, his eyes still maintained the look of clarity. "I don't think I'm ugly. I'm not model skinny but I'm not a walrus. I dress sexy for him fairly often. I don't know." "Let's look at you, just you for a moment. Where do you see yourself in this relationship?" It took me a few minutes to think about it, he calmly waited for my reply. "I'm a wife but I'm also a lover. I'm a woman," I bit my lip. "But more importantly, I'm his friend and even if he didn't, you know, love me anymore, you'd think he could trust me enough, as a friend, to tell me if he needed something." I closed my eyes, feeling as though I'd hit on an important point. He scratched something down again and set his clipboard on an end-table beside his chair. "I'd like to try an that some find to be strange but which most of my patients find extremely helpful. It helps me diagnose my patients properly. It's a very thorough exercise." My ear felt a tickle at the mention of some kind of treatment. "It's a form of hypnosis. Now it's completely up to you. We can try it and see if it works. If you don't want to try it, it's perfectly all right." "Hypnosis..." I thought aloud. "Does it really help?... In diagnosis I mean?" "Oh it's very... very effective." His hand touched my knee, but I hardly noticed. It was a light, comforting touch. I took a deep breath and shivered out of fear that he might discover something secret or terrible. Maybe there were things inside of me that I didn't even know were there. "Yes. I'll try it," I said resolutely. "All right. I want you to lie back and close your eyes. I have to get a few things before we can start." I did as he instructed and heard him walk over to what must have been a cabinet. He shuffled a bit and pulled out a few items. He returned and I heard the squeak of his chair as he sat back down. "Are you ready?" I nodded, my eyes squeezing shut tight involuntarily. "I'm going to burn some incense to help relax you." He said. I heard a lighter click and a flame whispered out in the silence. In a few moments I picked up the faint scent of smoke, then a nondescript perfume. "Now, listen carefully to the sound of my voice. Block out all other sounds... concentrate on the sound of my voice... until all you can hear are the words I'm saying to you. If you understand my instructions, nod your head. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly. The thrash of blood in my ears quietened. My heart stopped roaring and began to slow down. "The stress in your head and neck is washing away... down to the tightness in your scalp. Every muscle in your neck is loosening." Immediately I felt my neck relax and blood rushed into my head making my ears tingle. I nearly felt sleepy. "Now your aching shoulders... they're beginning to ease into the couch. Your arms... your chest. The heaviness is going out of them now." Another shiver crawled up my spine. His voice was coming in waves now, the light in the darkness behind my eyes dancing. I couldn't help but smile. For the first time in weeks I was beginning to relax. "The knots in your stomach are unraveling. Your hips... your thighs..." My whole body warmed at his voice and I breathed in deep. My lips fell open. The air felt ice cold on my eyes. I felt like I was breathing out steam. I could feel every drop of blood in my veins moving into my muscles as if they'd never been there before. "The feeling of relaxation is traveling now... it's in your knees... your ankles... your feet." Now the warmth became more intense. My whole body was coursing, each part almost feeling separate from the others. I felt delirium settling in. It felt so good to lay there and feel nothing but my blood rushing... and the strangeness of being so energized and calm at the same time. "Now..." his velvet voice melted into my ear. It sounded as though he were speaking directly into it. "Do you smell the smoke?" I did still smell the smoke, which I realized didn't smell like anything but regular smoke, but I didn't bother asking him the purpose of it. I nodded 'yes' at his question. "Mrs. Denton. I want you to take a slow, deep breath of the smoke. It won't harm you. But as you do, I want you to imagine that it is the scent of your husband's cologne." The word 'cologne' echoed pleasantly in my head. I could feel myself smile dumbly again, feeling every muscle move in my face. "Do you smell his scent, Mrs. Denton?" I could still only smell smoke, but I nodded 'yes' anyway. "Take a few moments and let the smell enter your mind as much as possible." His voice tickled my hot ears. I continued to breath deep and slow. Then it hit me... The smoke did smell like Bryan's cologne. 'What the hell is going on!' I thought. I almost screamed it. But for some reason... I couldn't sit up... couldn't react fully. Something in my mind tingled at the smell of Bryan's cologne. I realized with mounting shock that something else in my body was in control of me... some other part of my consciousness was controlling my body. The sensible Eve wanted to sit up and leave... this new part of me kept me lying there... helpless. 'How can I be a prisoner in my own body!' I thought. The muscles on my face twitched. "Don't be alarmed if you experience real feelings or smells in the hypnotic state, Mrs. Denton. It's normal. It's part of the process. I promise you, through this process we will find out what needs to be done about your situation. Do you understand?" I nodded. The smoke continued to smell more and more like Bryan. My brain prickled more every second. The temperature of my body continued to rise. Even though I was thoroughly alarmed at the situation, my body was completely limp. "Now, as you remain completely relaxed. I want you to describe your husband, sparing no detail." I breathed deep at the words and thought I might hold my breath to try and break out of the trance, but there wasn't anything I could do. My head tingled and my lips began to move. My voice vibrated in my throat and somehow... words began to stream from my lips. "He has dark hair. He's tall. He has a wonderful smile. His eyes are beautiful." "Now I want you to imagine he's standing naked in front of you. Continue describing him." The word 'naked' flooded my whole body with sensation. Suddenly I was less resistant to my state of non-control. Perhaps this was the way it had to be. I felt split apart but if I struggled now, the hypnosis may fail and the solution may never be found. I could still feel little pin pricks of electricity in my skull and I listened to myself speak... separated from my body in a way. I could see Bryan standing there in my mind, fuzzy and almost translucent, but there none-the-less. Now the scent had a face to match and my own body began to react almost violently. I shivered and my fingers gripped the couch. My nipples unashamedly pressed up against the inside of my blouse. I could hardly keep up with my own description of him. It was growing more intimate and specific. "His nipples are small, he has a birth mark just above his left hip. He has a beauty mark to the right of his cock. His pubic hair is slightly copper in color. His cock is hard and dripping with pre-cum. His balls are tight and full of cum... all for me." If I had been fully conscious I never would have said such things – not even to my doctor! I felt as though I were on fire now, possibly from embarrassment or arousal, maybe both. It was hard to tell. "Now..." his dark rich voice sank in again. With each word there was lightning in the base of my neck. "Describe the last time you saw him this way. What was the situation?" My face muscles twisted in anger and my eyes stung though there tightly shut. "I came home from work with groceries. I went upstairs and found him there. He was jacking off to porn instead of having sex with me." My throat muscles tensed and my teeth ground together. Then I said something that sounded almost infantile. "That cum wasn't for me. It was for something else." The normal Eve would have gasped at the observation. It was such a new revelation and yet it was so plain to be seen. Besides being confused and hurt... I was jealous. "You say it was for something else. Do you know what that something was?" I didn't think I knew the answer... but the answer came from the back of my head and sprinted from my lips. "It was for the porn. He thinks they're better than me." I was trapped in my head with a perfectly honest creature, licentious but honest. "Are they better than you?" He asked. Now I was sure he must be speaking directly into my head. I waited for the answer to come cascading out in the same manner in which the others had come out... but it never came. Bryan stood there smiling in my head, oblivious to anything else, a perfect figment of my imagination... his hard cock still forcing me into madness. "It sounds as though some of the problem lies in yourself. You suffer from a terrible case of bad self-esteem. Of course this is only part of the problem." An ache and a longing filled me. The heat dipped low and my shivers of arousal buzzed into nothingness. Bryan stood, still smiling casually... lovingly looking back at me. "We will close this session with an exercise that will help you with your self-esteem." My brain tingled again, but this time without its former enthusiasm. It was almost a response of resignation... of sadness. I was overwhelmed with the urge to cry but was able to hold back. Dr. Morgan's voice reentered my head and placated me, distracted the primal creature inside of me. "I want you to re-imagine the situation differently. Imagine that you are standing at your front door, the house keys are in your hand." The smell of Bryan left my head abruptly, the regular smoke smell returned and then changed again into the smell of grass and wood-chips. My brain tingled at the change, and my right-minded self turned again to the feeling of panic. But this time it lasted only seconds. For here I was... standing at my front door. It felt so real... smelled real... looked real. I could feel the metal of keys in my hand. My work clothes were restricting me again. The baguettes in my brown-paper grocery bag smelled so fresh, as if I'd just been to the market. I looked around then at my watch. It was six-fifty in the evening, exactly the right time for me to have driven home from the grocery store. I touched my own hand in disbelief, it felt so real. A few birds chirped around me and gray clouds drifted by above me. It would be raining in half an hour. But in this... hypnotic dream would I be breaking down on the highway again? I put the key in the lock and opened the door. There were Bryan's shoes in the foyer. The house was dark just as it had been before. I shook my head a little and tried to think rationally. I took my shoes off and took the groceries into the kitchen and set them down on the counter. 'Should I call out to him?' I thought. Fear and anxiety gripped me. What if I wasn't doing something right and had to relive that awful time again? "Mrs. Denton?" The doctor's voice echoed gently in the kitchen. I looked around. "Where are you right now?" "I'm in the kitchen," I answered, looking around at the walls of my house as if I'd never been there before. Intermittently I would smell smoke, then the smell of dish-soap or laundry detergent... then my perfume. Socks and Stockings Ch. 04 "And where is Bryan?" My eyebrows lowered at the question. "I don't know." "You do know, Mrs. Denton. Where is he? Remember, you're in control of the situation." I sighed, trembling a little. "He's upstairs," I said, the anxiety making me feel nauseous. I closed my eyes. "What will you do next?" The doctor asked. "Remember, you are in control." I bit my lip. "I'm going upstairs," I said, leaving the kitchen. "Continue." "I'm walking up the stairs," I climbed the stairs apprehensively and came to the office door. "I'm here." "Where is 'here'?" he asked. "My husband's office door." I reached for the doorknob. "I can't..." "You can't what?" the doctor asked. "I can't go in, he'll be jacking off. I don't want to see him do it." "Eve this is your situation. You're in control. Your mind will determine what happens when you open that door." I swallowed hard and turned the doorknob. I opened the door. It was the same as before. There he sat, the same faces and bodies on his computer screen, the same glow coming from the monitor. His hard cock spasmed in his hand. I slammed the door shut. There was no sound from behind it. I immediately burst into tears and sank to my knees. "You're crying, Mrs. Denton. What happened when you opened the door?" "He was... he... It happened again," I whimpered. "I can't do this. Stop this..." "We're getting very close to the root of your problem, Mrs. Denton. Now tell me. Where are you?" "Ugh..." I sucked up my tears and tried to center myself. "Sitting in the hallway." "Stand up, Mrs. Denton, and listen very carefully to me." I stood up as he continued. "I want you to release your feelings of inferiority. Let go of it all. Imagine that you are the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. But don't just imagine it... KNOW it. You're sexy and passionate. You have a beautiful body. Don't just tell yourself those things, know them. You are the most beautiful woman in the world." I squeezed my eyes tight, feeling a surge of strength shoot through my chest. My nostrils flared and my tears evaporated. My face tightened in determination. My brain was tingling again, but this time I felt much less detached from the feeling. "Now, when you open this door what will Bryan be doing?" "He'll be working... but not for long." I couldn't suppress the smile that spread across my face. I did feel in control... for the first time in a long time. I didn't just wonder that I was going to fuck Bryan... I was going to. I threw open the door. Bryan sat at his desk, a spreadsheet on his screen. "Oh, you're home. I'm just-" before his sentenced was finished, I was straddling him in his office chair. My lips were hard against his. My heart drummed with triumph. I could smell him, right up against me just like he was real. I ran my fingers through his hair as my tongue forced his lips apart. My hands deftly undid his shirt buttons. I yanked the last two buttons from their anchoring threads and they flew across the room. Not bothering to remove his tie, I ran my hands up and down his chest. The fire from a few moments before raged up inside of me again, my blood thrashing into my veins again. The electricity in my head felt like it was melting me. I gripped Bryan's shoulders tight in my hands and pressed my body against his. Every part of me was ready and sure. I slid my hands to his belt and made quick work of the buckle. The button yielded to my fingers. The soft cotton boxers underneath parted and I found his cock waiting for me. I realized with growing excitement that he was kissing me back, that he wanted this just as much as I did. His hands were sure and steadily pressing over the curve of my ass, rubbing up my back. By the time they made it back down to my ass, I had his cock secure in my hand and was stroking it tight and fast. My other hand was combing through his hair as I sucked his tongue into my mouth. It was a familiar sensation, but the taste was different. Perhaps it was the side-effect of the hypnosis. My brain tingled madly as our kiss continued in its frenzy. Every fiber of my being screamed, even those which were just newly discovered. Then our kiss ended and I felt the overwhelming urge to have him inside me, probably stronger than any sexual urge I had ever experienced before. "Fuck me," I growled into his ear. I urged off my pants and the underlying undergarments. His cock was at alert attention, waiting for my cunt as if it had never been inside of it before. Every inch swelled tight as it slid into me. I shuddered with immediate release, but not the release I knew from orgasm... but of emotional relief. Here we were man and woman, in this nothingness. And even though it was a delusion, I could feel he was truly fucking me. My body on fire, I rode him, ignoring the protest of the chair on which we were sitting. I knew nothing but the feel of his amazing penetration and the wet sounds of joy slipping from my slit. My body prepared for the shock of the long-waited orgasm, the intensity of clamping around a delicious cock. I breathed as though I had never tasted air, my back arched and I held on to him as if I were afraid of the three-foot drop to the floor. My cunt urged him, begging for his cum. I had to have it. The torture would surely kill me. I drove my full weight into his lap, cursing and begging his cock to keep hammering into me. His hands gripped the cheeks of my bouncing ass, pulling them apart. My pussy stretched wide and I relished the feeling of being full and then so suddenly empty. "I'm coming!" I called to him, through the chasm that separated, held and enveloped us all at the same time. In a moment, my open eyes blurred the ceiling into darkness, my body exploded into a million burning stars. His heated breaths rolled over my tits, each full and quick. I could feel his heart beating through our clothes. A shower of juices bathed his cock, soaking my thighs. It only occurred to me after I looked into his eyes that he hadn't come yet. Instead, every muscle in his face registered that he was wrestling with the urge to finish. Our lips connected and held. His tense hips relaxed and his fingers loosened their grip. I lifted away from him and stood, my knees like jello. We tore away our clothes desperately, our arms tangling clumsily at brims and folds, our eyes locked – sharing the heat that simmered there. It wasn't long before my lips rejoined his, my tongue reacquainting itself with the corners of his mouth though our last kiss had only been a moment ago. Fingers gripped flesh, so tight that we could have left fingerprints. I felt a surface rise up to cushion me as I lost my balance. I was only half aware of the chaise lounge. My legs fell apart and every ache in my chest dragged out of my throat in a groan. My brain began to tingle again, the same detached feeling of thoughts coursing through my head at a thousand miles an hour. This time the tingle followed a rhythm, almost like an alarm. But soon I was lost again, unable to handle both the silent, separate inclinations of a mind so far away and the sex that was consuming me so swiftly. His cock reoccupied the deepest part of me. We cursed wetly into each others mouths as he reached hard and fast for the end. The alarm still echoed in the back of my head, but the pleasure overruled it once more. I overflowed around him, my aching cavern squeezing. He yelped out helplessly, strained with the apocalyptic sensation that filled him from toe to eyelash. His muscle flexed and stretched me. The jets of heat collected to a point inside of me, but the telltale gushes didn't fill my womb or collide with the walls... the evidence that he had cum was markedly absent. I felt his breaths echo mine as our chests slowed their pounding. Darkness crept back over me, the same emptiness that had held me in a cool calm when first the hypnotism was taking over. The alarm had increased to an electric pain. Half-conscious, I could hear Dr. Morgan's distant voice. "Relax Mrs. Denton. You suffered through some type of fit during the session. Juuust relax." My body felt numb, still not having fully recovered the faculty of my limbs. I could smell just a little and hear only slight noises that I could only presume were close to my body – one being the steadiness of my own breathing, then some little inexplicable clicks, tinks and snaps here and there, soon the air blowing from a nearby vent. Then, slowly, I could feel the air drafting into my clothes, causing my skin to goosebump. I heard Dr. Morgan breathe deep, then he began to pull me out of the hypnotic state. With each phrase, I was reawakened. Legs, arms, neck, head... all returned to full consciousness. Immediately, I was aware of a layer of sweat that had dampened my clothes. My panties were soaked through. My hair was disarranged. Everything about who I was when I woke up was different. I sat up and my terrible headache attenuated to a minor throb, though remnants of a tingle still remained. Once my eyes opened, after an honest attempt at recalibrating my center of gravity, I saw Dr. Morgan sitting in the chair just as he had been before the hypnosis. I shook my head a little, as one might shake their head to rid themselves of the aftereffects of a small shock or scare. He offered me a glass of water and I took a hearty gulp from it. My vision sharpened and I noticed that he wasn't as put together as I remembered. A few buttons of his shirt had been undone and, though I blush to mention recognizing the fact, a few notches of his pants' zipper were unclosed. One of his pant legs had ridden up, exposing the cuff of a slipped-down, black sock. One of his shoe-laces was undone. He smiled in the same reassuring way he had before. "How do you feel? Are you all right?" I breathed out in a huff, rubbing my forehead. I drained the glass of water then nodded. "That was intense," I said. "Did it help any in your diagnosis?" "I think it was beneficial. I'll need a few days to put it into a report, you should come back for another visit next week. We'll talk about the results then." I mopped my forehead with a tissue from my purse and stood. My knees were very weak and I almost fell back down on my back side. Glancing behind me, I saw a wet spot on the couch and blushed with aggravation and embarrassment. I couldn't believe that the actions during hypnosis had effected me so drastically. My next priority was to get home and in the shower as soon as possible. I grabbed up my purse and jacket, reaching out my hand for a shake. "Thank you Dr. Morgan. I appreciate your attention to my case." He took my hand in his, moist palm against moist palm, and shook it almost undetectably. My eyebrow quirked a little at the meeting of our sweaty palms. "Please, Call me James." Socks and Stockings Ch. 05 Once I arrived home I flopped down on the couch. Brian wasn't home yet. I was exhausted and immediately went upstairs. I peeled off my clothes. I dropped them haphazardly into the floor and squeezed my breasts to ease their ache. It felt good to be free of clothing after a long day, especially a strange one. I turned on the shower, running the water on a medium high temperature as I usually did. I liked very hot baths. My muscles almost instantly relaxed under the cascade of steamy water and I couldn't help but sigh contentedly. This was the first time in a few weeks I was able to use a shower to relax instead of just get clean. I piled fancy, strong-scented soap on a bath poof and scrubbed off the day's dirt and sweat. The smell of violets, amber and musk filled the bathroom. My mind drifted back to the hypnotism session, how the incense had aided in my trance. It had been amazing to be touched again and so refreshing to be in control, even if it was just in my mind. Maybe there was something to what the doctor had said. For the second time that day, I felt in control of my situation. My body was aware of itself under the hot water. My eyes closed and my brain eliminated all sound except the millions of high-pitched tap of each drop slapping my body and the tub floor. In my mind I replayed the scene from earlier. Surely if I could think it, it could happen. If it was so strong and felt so real, it had to be possible. I was resolute. Tonight I would seduce my husband and it would not fail. But I had little time. I quickly washed my hair before leaving the shower. I dried off quickly, not worrying about styling my mane. It was shamefully natural looking, the unruly waves appearing as I raked fingers through it. I thought quickly as I entered the bedroom. What to wear? What to do? He could come home any second. I heard the front door open and footsteps. 'Oh lord!' I thought. I was giddy and panicked all at the same time. Without thinking much, I grabbed the comforter in my fingers and ripped it off the bed, throwing it into the floor. I snatched the white top-sheet from their careful tucks and wrapped it around my body. "Eve?" Brian called out. I felt stupid, flushing as I realized I was only wearing a sheet. This wasn't sexy at all! I looked around, 'Where to wait for him? Should I call out to him?' "Eve?" He called out again. He was on the landing! I eased onto the bed in the dead-center. 'Look seductive?' How did one go about doing that consciously without seeming fake? 'Fuck!' "Eve?" His feet tromped up the stairs. 'Oh God!' I thought. As if a last defense against looking stupid, I slammed my wide eyes shut and pretended to be sleeping. 'Why did I do this?!' I screamed at myself in my head, somehow managing to slow my breathing. He walked down the hall past the office and his feet stopped at the bedroom door. "There you are, I-" he stopped himself, I guess seeing that I was "sleeping". I thought he might turn and leave but instead he stepped closer. 'What is he doing?' I thought, 'I'm sleeping?' I tried not to breathe harder as anticipation covered me with goosebumps. He stopped at the bedside. I wished more than ever that my eyelids were like those two-way mirrors. If only I could read the expression on his face. The silence was killing me. Just as I was milliseconds from opening my eyes and pretending to wake up, I felt fingers on my face. It was such a small tender touch, something I hadn't felt in a long time from him. He was watching me sleep and must have felt an impulse to reach out and touch me. His thumb traced over my lip and I couldn't help but shudder. Tenderness transferred into such deliberateness could make any woman shudder. My eyes stayed closed. I was too afraid I would stop him. His thumb moved and I felt the angle of his hand shift on my face and his lips replaced his thumb tip. Paralyzed, I let him kiss me. Small, soft, luxurious kisses. Each one meant the same thing... they all made me melt. Instant arousal nearly drove me to wrap my arms around him, but I fought with all my power to let him do what he wanted. After all, that was all I ever really wanted... for him to spend his pleasure on me whichever way he wanted. Though chaste touches, they were not weak or pedestrian, they were special. He moved his mouth away and I thought my heart would shatter into a thousand pieces. Was he going to leave now? Involuntarily, I let out a little moan and immediately regretted it. I was sure that damned noise would destroy everything. It almost startled me when he... chuckled. It didn't sound snide or mean, it seemed to be a chuckle of genuine amusement. He quietly whispered to no-one, though I could hear him clearly, 'Don't want me to stop?' I wanted to vehemently scream, "No!" but again I fought hard. His hand moved from my face, down my throat and over my collarbone then to the folds of the sheet over my breasts. Again I thought my heart might shatter but for a different reason. I was almost surprised he remembered where my nipple was, but he found it after a moment, stiff through the sheet. He turned the tips of his fingers lightly around the swelling bump and my whole body blazed to life. Surely I couldn't handle it anymore... how much longer would I let him touch me like this?... till I went crazy? Letting go of the aching diamond-hard bump, he ran his fingers down my stomach. 'I can't stop a response if he touches me there... I can't!' I yelped in my head. Index finger and middle finger pressed into the sheet between my thighs. His flat hand rubbed lightly from the place where my paralyzed knees almost trembled to the crest of my thighs. I was sure I would explode, the heat so intense where his fingers rested that he had to know I was conscious but he continued. Lightly pressing, he stroked at the top of my slit, where my clit would be if he spread the soaked lips apart. A moan slipped out again and I cursed inwardly, though I wasn't sure whether it was at the mistake or at the power the stimulation had over me. I was powerless to stop him, unable to react lest he stop... Then his hands left me altogether. I heard him take a deep, long breath. Was that deep breath because he was aroused too? But why? How? I felt some weight one either side of my head, his palms maybe? He breathed over my mouth, as if he was hesitating... thinking of kissing me. 'Please!' I called out in my head. He breathed shallower now and lowered his lips against mine. My body trembled as his tongue pushed apart my lips and slid over mine. I kissed him back, still restraining as much as I could, suppressing the moans that rose in my chest. After a moment, I tasted him with equal fervor. The sloth of the kiss became hurried and fumbled. It wasn't suspension that held us in the air of anticipation, but the weight of lust that drove us downhill... our passion turning over itself until his shirt-buttons snapped and flew across the room, his zipper screeched apart and his pants were around his knees. Ineptly, I was touching his glorious cock like a virgin who'd never felt one. There was no mystery as to where it would be as soon as that last white impediment was removed. Soon it was and my legs fell open. One of his hands grasped the sheet along with a fistful of my long hair, another fumbled clumsily at my chest. Almost immediately he was between my legs. He ground his hips against mine attempting once then a second time to press into me, our groans shaking the walls, rattling our skulls. With one able thrust he fully embedded himself in me and began repeating the motion as fast and as hard as possible. Senselessly, I laid there cursing as he stroked himself with my body, unable to tell up from down. There was no time and not enough wit between us to employ any special skills... this was raw, stupid barbaric mating as perhaps the creator had intended it to be. Accompanying my dizzy inability to tell the difference between up and down was the inability to distinguish one orgasm from the next. My orgasms instead heated, cooled, swelled and contracted violently into each other - instead of a definable moment, an immense, stupefying, inescapable state of being. He eventually climaxed, some eons or seconds later and still thrusted until he was no longer erect. He never-the-less stayed buried inside, his weight bearing down on my heaving chest. And afterward, he rolled to my side and we laid there quietly. Glowing, I couldn't help but smile. But once our breath was caught, I lay there confused as to what had just happened. What had this meant? Was it all primal? Was this an 'I'm sorry?' Were there feelings behind the events? Was this the end of our dry spell? I knew what this had meant to me. I had felt loved and beautiful. I felt like he appreciated me. It had been very primal for me once I let go. I perceived it had been primal for him but what about the feelings behind the actions? They had been so tender and reserved at first but was he just testing the water or had he meditated on my body? He had apologized before... but was this the final physical way he expressed it? Was he ready to obey his more primal urges, to let go of worry and go for me anytime? I certainly hoped so. I decided not to feel upset about it but instead to deal with things as they came to a head. Why spoil this moment when it felt wonderful just to lay beside him feeling somewhat like a sexual equal... feeling so united with him while remaining a separate being. Socks and Stockings Ch. 06 I realize that this chapter has been a long time in the making and for that I apologize. I was dealing with chronic illness and several moves and job changes. For those of you who claim that Eve is very naive, this story is about going from what is widely considered "normal" to what is actual. Some people aren't taught from day one, the things you or I may know about sex. Even the lessons you know may have only come after years of experimentation and self-discovery. Her brand of naivety is actually fairly common, especially to girls who are virgins when they marry. Not everyone has or entertains his or her natural sexual curiosities, so be charitable and thoughtful before criticizing my choice of her actions. I meant for this to be a story about metamorphosis and I believe, as a whole, it is but you readers might have to be patient with the story and with Eve as a character. If you aren't familiar with this story, go back and read the preceding chapters to get used to the characters and situations - they are all quite sexy. And as always, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy! ---------------------------------------- "That's great news!" Tessa said over her yogurt at lunch. "I guess so." I shifted in my chair. "I'm actually still a little sore; not sure why." My knees knocked together under the blue frills of my skirt. "Well, it had been a while, right?" Tessa said, scraping the bottom of her plastic Yoplait container. "Yeah." My chicken and roasted red-pepper sandwich was still in its wrapper on my desk. "So I've been giving it a little thought. I wonder if you should ask your sex shrink how often men lie about what they want in the bedroom," Tessa said, twirling her plastic spoon in her cup. "That's a good question to ask," I said, retrieving my planner and flipping to a blank note page. I grabbed a pen to take down the question. "How was your first visit? Did the treatment help?" she asked, wiping a glob of yogurt from the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, it helped. He was very thorough," I said, knocking my knees again. "Awesome! So make another appointment. If he's good at what he does, he'll be able to answer questions as they come up." I was lost in my own world, day-dreaming, mentally calling up details to ask the doctor about. Segments of Tessa's sentences floated in my left ear and out the right. Until finally she flicked my shoulder. "Ouch! What?" I said, rubbing my shoulder like an injured child. "Aren't you listening?" "A little... I'm sorry. I'm just preoccupied." "Well, you missed my news while you were out in space." "Sorry." "I was saying... I'm pregnant." The resulting celebration was sprinkled with hugs and exaltation. "I'm due in December, around Christmas. We're hoping for a boy but my mom thinks it will be a girl." Her face was alight with smiles and every pore and dimple was full of optimism and joy. We both tried our best to eat our lunches, discussing baby showers, schedules and other fun mommy stuff. But as soon as Tessa finished her yogurt, she left for a meeting and I found myself alone in a distressingly quiet cubicle. I fell back into the old pattern, asking myself why things had to be the way they were. Why couldn't life be simple and people act the way you expected them to? But, I had to remind myself, there was no point in speculating, only to handle this situation as best as possible. I felt flooded with helplessness all of a sudden. It was lucky all of my work was done for the day, because I couldn't concentrate. Coffee would do the trick, it would wake me up and maybe give me more ideas for questions to ask the doctor. With my planner in tow, I took the elevator to the cafeteria and got my favorite iced coffee. When I turned away from the counter, my eyes met with none other than Jason Krawley's. He'd been watching me buy my coffee, no doubt. Instead of walking directly away or ignoring him, a quick glance at my planner gave me an idea. Instead of leaving, I decided I could use his opinion. But how to convince him to talk to me? 'Be sexy... well... as sexy as you know how to be,' I thought. I tossed my hair over my shoulder, walked a tick slower than usual, jutting my hips out with each stride until I came to his table. I'd worn a slightly sexy outfit. A tight black, skirt that came down to my mid-thigh and a somewhat revealing v-neck blouse under a well-cut blazer. I set my book on the table along with my latte, Jason, obviously taken aback, sat straight up. His eyes wide, his mouth clamped shut, his fingers squeezing his coffee cup. I bent over, my face coming dangerously close to his. I'm sure he could smell my perfume and possibly see down my shirt despite the coat. "Jason, would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" I smiled and tried to look smoldering - unsure of whether it was working or not. "Uh," his mouth hung open in silence for a minute then he muttered, "Okay..." "Good." I sat down quickly and threw open my date book to a note page. "This is unexpected..." he said slowly. "I figured after... the elevator you'd never speak to me again." He took a sip of his coffee, trying, I assumed, to steady himself. "It's been two weeks and every time I've said hello, I got the cold shoulder." His words held a hint of indignation. "What do you expect? You basically assaulted me in the elevator." I quirked an eyebrow at him. He winced a little then sipped his coffee. "Good point." "Now, questions," I said matter-of-factly. "What do you like in the bedroom?" The ease with which the words came out of my mouth surprised even me. His eyes were wide and I'm sure his mouth would never shut again. "Um, what?" He might not budge if I didn't give him a little something to motivate him... I sipped my latte, set my pen down and began unbuttoning my blazer. Slowly, one button at a time. He noticed my hands. Then he noticed I wore a push-up bra. "What do you mean specifically?" he asked, swallowing hard. "What do you like in a woman you intend to sleep with?" I rephrased. "One who has dark hair, dark eyes, soft skin, is a great kisser, is willing to please as well as willing to be pleased." "Hold on I can't write that fast. '... soft... skin.'" I stopped and looked up. He was grinning. "Are you describing me? Cause that's not funny." I shook my head. He leaned over the table. "Isn't that what you want to hear?" "No. I want to know the truth. I've had it with being lied to." I tossed my pen at the table and it skid before flipping against his chest. I dropped my back against the chair's back, crossing my hands over my chest. "Fuck, I'm so tired of being lied to." "Hey, calm down. Fine. Serious this time. What I like in a woman?" He picked up my pen and offered it back to me. I frowned and rubbed my forehead. "What I like in a woman:" he began, sliding my date book towards him. He began to write and after punctuating a few lines, he slid the notebook to me. "Read." "'Dark hair, dark eyes, soft skin, great kisser, is willing to please as well as willing to be pleased. Confidence, power, intelligence. Things I avoid: Flaky, ridiculous, super... supercilious...' What the hell does supercilious mean?" I looked up. He was grinning again. "Disdainful. I don't like hateful women," he said. "You could have just said hateful," I said drawing a width-wise line under his list. "I like the word 'supercilious', it sounds smarter," he said, still grinning. "Well this isn't going into a newspaper. It's staying in this book between us," I started to close the book, but he grabbed it away. "Oh really? Okay I forgot a few things then." He scribbled a few things below his list but I grabbed the book back before he could write much, "Great ass, like yours. Great face, like yours. Long beautiful legs that go on for miles, like yours." He pointed to the last item on the list. "So you can wrap them around me," he added. I laughed stupidly and scratched through the added list. "My husband would go crazy if he saw this." It seemed that no matter how many times I marked through the words, they wouldn't disappear. "I have a feeling he won't see it," Jason said, his voice sure. "I write the answers from now on," I countered. He was grinning again when I looked up. "To save time." The corner of my post-it note peaked out from the page behind which it was tucked. I cleared my throat. "How often do you lie to women about what you like in the bedroom?" "That's a hard one. How long have I known the woman?" He said, tucking his chin in his hand and rubbing at the stubble there. "Years... and," I added, "you have a developed sexual relationship." "I dated a girl for a few years. Her name was Allie. We met in a bar and from the very first night we met the sex was amazing. I mean hours and hours. Neither of us got tired. She was amazing. Independent, drop-dead gorgeous, talented. I was in Heaven. I figured it would be just a one-night stand. Then she called me the next day. After a few months, we moved in together. Two years went by and I made the choice that I wanted to marry her. But the night before I was going to propose to her, we had sex. Which normally would have been a good thing. But this time, in the heat of the moment, I did something new..." I was enraptured... waiting for him to say what it was exactly he'd done. "And anyway, she freaked out and here we are. After that, I've been wary about mentioning new things," he said quickly. "Well?..." I asked. "Well, what...?" "What was it?" I was grinning so wide my cheeks hurt. "She was on all fours and I was behind her... and I... spanked her." I couldn't suppress laughing out loud. "Wow Krawley, you surprise me. I wouldn't have pegged you as a guy who liked bedroom games and role-playing." I chuckled. "Hey, it was my first time taking a step in that direction. I always wanted to do it and I decided to try it. Turned out she thought I was a freak because of it, even though there are much much more worse things in the world then getting a swat on the ass. Needless to say, though, it didn't work out." He took a long drink of his coffee. "I don't think you should stay away from being honest about the bedroom just because she took it wrong. There just needs to be a buffer. She has to get used to the idea." He looked thoughtfully into his coffee cup. "If you want to know the truth... I think it's kind of hot," I said, before I could stop myself. 'Shit! Where the hell did that come from!?' I thought. "Really? I'll make sure to remember that," he said, his confidence and grin returning. He seemed to forget Allie altogether. "Don't remember it for my sake!" I said, shaking my head with a frown. I closed my book. "You didn't even answer the question. This interview is over." "No, no, no, no! I'm sorry. I promise to be good," He said, giving me a boyscout sign with one hand, his other, probably following some backward instinct had reached out to grab my hand. I yanked my hand away and sat down quickly. "You have to admit you're asking for me to say stuff like that with that blouse you're wearing." I huffed. "Is this your definition of good?" "As good as I can be without an emergency button and an elevator." He grinned even wider, if that were possible. I rolled my eyes. "Why are you asking me all these questions, anyway? Trouble with the Mister?" He chuckled and drained his coffee cup. "No. No... It's for a... book I'm writing." I opened my book back up, twirling my pen. "Next question..." "So you're becoming an expert on sex, aye? You can always try your theories out on me," He said, tracing the top edge of my book. "That's it, I'm done," I shut the notebook again, squishing his finger between the pages. "No, no! I'm sorry. I can't help it. Please!" His finger was holding down the book, which was holding me down. "You can help it..." I said. "Eve, you know what you do to me. And then you come up like this out of the blue. I can't help but remember what we did last time we were alone together. And I have to say that blouse is very... effective." "We didn't do that together. You did that to me," I pointed out, pulling the v-neck of my blouse closed. "There's so much more I'd still like to do." I wretched my book away from his hand. "Well you won't get to do any of it. Especially since I'm about this close to never talking to you again!" I pinched a millimeter of air between my index finger and thumb. "Eve," he said, sounding more serious than ever. He was looking into my eyes again. "I'm sorry. I will stop. If you want to talk to me, talk. I won't interrupt. I won't say anything out of hand, unless it's an answer to something you've asked me. Finish asking your questions." His hand was on mine. Then his fingers wrapped around my hand... tucked into my palm. The contact was warm and sincere. My pulse quickened and I gently slid my hand out of his, tucking it in my lap between my knees. I took a deep breath. "We aren't having sex," I said suddenly. "Hm? You and me? I could have told you that." "No, Bryan and me. We're not having sex. It's a dry spell, I guess." "When was the last time? ... If you don't mind me asking." "Well, it was last night." My cheeks were immediately hot. "Last night..." he repeated slowly. "Well, yeah... but before that it was weeks and weeks. It's been that way for something like six months," I explained. "I hate to sound irreverent but what the fuck is wrong with him?" he ejected as he shook his head. "I don't think anything is wrong with him. I know he has sexual needs. I found him... having some alone time, so I know he has sexual urges. I've come on to him countless times. I've tried everything. It just doesn't work for some reason," my eyes were getting misty as my frustration made my chest ache. "Wow. I know you love this guy and you're married to him and all... but he's a damn idiot," he shook his head. "What? Why?" I felt injured for Bryan's sake. "With a woman like you, unless you were out of town and completely out of reach, I wouldn't ever need to jack off. Why would I when I had a smoking hot wife? Unless you're a bitch to him. Are you a bitch to him?" he asked quickly. "Um. Not that I know of..." I said, slightly annoyed. "Then there's definitely no excuse. I'd do everything I could to get your attention and then if you weren't interested, maybe then I'd jack off and only as a last resort," he said, thumbing the rim of his empty coffee cup. A jolt of anxiety struck my heart. "You're just saying that because you're single and you don't get laid," I answered. "If we were married it might be a different case altogether," I said trying not to think of the endless fucking he and I would end up doing. "Hey!... First of all, I get laid. I get laid a lot. Like... so much. And if were married to you, you'd be complaining that were having too much sex... so don't go there." "Fine whatever, the point is-" "No. The point is, for some reason, you find it hard to believe that, out there, there is a man who enjoys making love to his wife more than masturbating?" Jason shook his head. "That's sad. And, your husband's an idiot." "Please stop saying that. He's just complex," I tried to not to sound too insistent. "Well then I must be fucking simple, cause I don't get it," he leaned back comfortably in his chair. "I just can't help but feel like he wants something and he's not telling me about it. I went to see this shrink and he helped a little. Now I'm trying to figure out what might be going on in his head." I took a deep breath. "So that's what this interview is about," he said nodding. I drank half my latte in one sip. "I'm the wrong person to ask why a man wouldn't want to sleep with you. Cause every time I see you, I want to sleep with you. And I'm sure no amount of closeness or familiarity would change that. I'm pretty sure you and I wouldn't have any trouble communicating about what we want. I'd spend time getting to know what you wanted. And I'm sure you'd do the same with me. Fear keeps us from saying what we really want." I could feel his body heat from across the table, sinking into my clothes, turning my sweat to steam. "Thinking about it isn't enough. Talking about it isn't enough. Sometimes, you have to just do it." My whole body blushed, on fire at the thought of what he said. For the first time, hypothetical situations between he and I entered my mind. The idea of being touched head to toe was intensely arousing to think about. But these myriad fantasies were pictures in a far away gallery, to be dreamt of but never truly experienced. "Thanks for your help," I stood, my knees quivering a little. "What about your other questions?" he asked, not making any attempt to restrain me from leaving. "I've got all the answers I need." I took a step away but stopped. "If I come up with any questions I'll let you know," I said over my shoulder. The last hour of my day, I poured over the list he'd written down. I knew the first few things he'd written down were almost certainly directed at me. Some of the other items were brewing in my brain, "power" being foremost of them. But what kind of power? Simply, sexual power? The kind that gives you enough courage to spank someone? For clarity's sake, I decided to go to the dictionary. "Pow•er - noun 1. ability to do or act; capability of doing or accomplishing something. 2. political or national strength 3. great or marked ability to do or act; strength; might; force. 4. the possession of control or command over others; authority; ascendancy: power over men's minds. 5. political ascendancy or control in the government of a country, state etc." Ability. Strength. Might. Force. All were words that seemed foreign to me in the bedroom. The fourth definition especially struck me as the most interesting. Control or command. Authority. Power over a man's mind. Was this what I was really looking for? Power? Did I want control over Bryan's mind? I'd never thought about it before. Was it right to want to control someone's mind? To have ultimate power over them? I was raised to believe in equality, in fairness and justice - in giving every man his due. Could I pursue a course of action that went against that tenet?... Ones that might take away his rights as a lover, perhaps his ability to make choices regarding sex and love? Why did one question's answer always lead to more? I picked up the phone and dialed Dr. Morgan's office. I set an appointment for the next day. My day didn't end soon enough. I was still lost deep in thought. This was becoming less about finding out what was wrong with me and more about discovering what I was made of, the lengths to which I was willing to go. What was I willing to give up? The complexity of the question, "What do I want?" increased several fold. What did I really want from this whole experience? This wasn't just simple inquest anymore, it was evolving into an epic list of questions. While driving home, I nearly hit someone at an intersection because of my distraction. When I finally pulled into the driveway, I couldn't have been more relieved. I slid my key into the lock, opened the door and heard from upstairs a faint but definite moan. Panic flooded my chest. It was going to happen again. I was going to go upstairs. He would be there, doing... that again. But I had come to peace with the fact that this was going to take work and the first thing I had to accept is that whatever I wasn't giving him, required him to spend time alone. I stalled on each step, straining my ears to hear. Bryan was moaning, only every once in a while, softly. On the landing, I summoned my courage, dug my toes into the soles of my shoes. I knew what to expect. I had handled this before. I curled my fingers around the bedroom doorknob and turned it. I opened the door and saw...