1 comments/ 9854 views/ 0 favorites Smile By: dusty The seconds pass like hours; the world brushes past me wearily, like the students carrying themselves to their classes... English, algebra, biology, etcetera: the pattern I followed daily, without interruption, without motivation, without reason. There's this emptiness within me, but what seems to be missing is less missing than too much being. It is the power that forces me into this incessant repetition every day, the energy (or lack thereof) that won't allow me to break the cycle. And I, as every day, stumble into a classroom half drunk, or at least wishing I was, and am too tired to know the difference. Others in this enclosed realm of biochemistry seem happy to be here; they glow with the anticipation of dead larvae yet to come. But then, there's one girl. I've seen her every day, I've smiled at her, I've passed her petri dishes swimming with bacteria, but only today have I noticed her. I guess she feels me staring; she looks up at me. She smiles, not the way other people smile; gentler, softer...real. A few strands of pale, reddish hair hang in her face, and she wears glasses that I've never seen her with. They give her a look of innocence that I know probably isn't there, but it strikes me so harshly that I give in and accept her as pure. They obstruct my view of the eyes that so preciously adorn her flesh, but at the same time, they allow me to see so much more than I can comprehend in my current state of awe and infatuation. My mind slips for a moment, leaving the realm of adoration that I've nestled myself in. Without any precautions (her beauty makes me feel - lets me know - they are unnecessary), I find myself carried away to an enchanted place in my head; my consciousness is gone and my desires have taken control. I see her before me, her lips smiling like they did only seconds ago (the seconds that seem like hours). Her eyes are visible now, and they are as soft and truthful as the aforementioned lips that I would so like to press my own to. She stares at me, almost as if to stare through me. Her smile doesn't fade, and her gaze beckons me to come nearer. I stumble forward, lost in my tertiary thoughts of what was to come when I was able to understand her beauty without sight. She holds a hand out to me; without hesitation I take it in my own and we find ourselves dancing, waltzing on clouds and against the undertow of logic. We stop. I stare into her eyes, those beautiful eyes; I find myself being pulled into them, absorbed by the beauty that sings the poetry that defines her existence. I pull her close and I feel her breath caressing the flesh of my neck and lips. I smile at her smile, and I pull her against me and kiss her. My eyes are closed, unable to open amidst the passion she surrounds me with, but I still see her. Every colour, glance, smile, shape, all embedded within my very being. Our world closes gently, wrapping around us like a blanket, until we find ourselves in bed, tangled in that blanket adorned with the clouds and tears of what it means to exist. I feel her breasts against mine, heaving with the breath that is the only thing proving that beauty this powerful can be real. We kiss again, and I find myself crying, unaware of what else to do in the presence of such a goddess, such perfection... And I fall, back into the truth, back into the world that is freshman biology, where she, as beautiful as in my fantasies, continues to smile. Smile and Remember It was the sound of her contented sigh that woke me. Sleepily, I opened my eyes to the first faint rays of the morning sunlight attempting to peek through the still drawn curtains. There was just enough light filtering through the top of the window where the curtains failed to cloak the room into darkness, already chasing away the night with a promise of a new day. But a day I neither wanted to begin, nor end. She was still lying on her side facing towards me. Her eyes closed, still in sleep, perhaps dreaming, hopefully so. Only then did I notice my hand was still held within hers as I lay on my side facing towards her. Still firmly, yet comfortably entwined, my hand rested snuggly within hers, both trapped between her legs where the warmth of her femininity reminded me of the sweetness of that last explosive encounter. We'd known one another for years. But in all that time we had never once spent the entire night together. We had spoken of doing so more often than not. But both circumstance and scheduling had never coordinated together allowing us that one precious moment we had so wanted to share together. Late nights yes. But always followed by regret at having to slip from the still warm bed to dress, hurriedly afterwards going our separate ways, back to our separate lives. It was the only mar on the most beautiful, passionate, sensual moments any two people could even begin to imagine experiencing with one another. And I hated that. "God RayAnn... you're beautiful," I thought, as I lay on my side, wide awake now, looking towards her. The room was still warm, comfortably so. As though the heated passion we'd shared that past night had lingered within the room long afterwards, never dissipating, covering us both like a soft warm blanket. Uncovered by any need of sheet or comforter, her nude form stretched languidly atop the bed, still secure in her sleep, resting there like a perfectly sculpted statue that had been chiseled in place, meant to remain as the art she was, as the perfection she'd become. "I truly do love you," I actually whispered, as I continued glancing towards her. Her soft alluring eyes still tightly closed, though their expression hidden, still appeared to me in thought as I remembered her looking into mine, our eyes making love just as intensely as had our bodies. I painted her portrait a thousand times as I lay looking towards her. I sketched each and every expression of her face that I had seen, her alluring smile, the laugh she'd given me when I had tickled her, and finally the vulnerable surrender when her face grimaced in explosive ecstasy. Each one separate, yet a part of the other. A mosaic of such magnitude that in my own mind at least, I could rival the beauty of Michael Angelo's masterpiece adorning the high vaulted ceiling of the Cisteen Chapel. As my senses sharpened, awakening to the same degree, as had my thoughts, I could now smell the fragrance of her hair as I looked at it spread lazily upon the pillow. Jasmine, Violets perhaps, and herbal scents too numerous to mention, each one sharp, crisp, assailing my nostrils just as her womanly scent had assailed me earlier, driving me nearly insane with my lust and desire for her. Once again I heard her sigh, a reminder that time was passing, far too quickly and I found myself wishing for some magical potion that would freeze the moment, freeze time, keeping her asleep. An apple perhaps, though non-poisonous, just enough to keep her contentedly in place, my own Sleeping Beauty. Still she slept, though I knew that before long she would wake. I looked forward to her morning smile, dreading however that moment when she must rise and finally leave the sanctuary we'd created, the heaven we'd explored and existed within for a brief moment in time's eternity. I watched the rise and fall of her breathing. And in doing so, taking pleasure in the gentle heaving of her perfectly formed breasts. Though small, they were firm, perfectly molded like twin fawns of pleasure. Each, capped by two of the loveliest pink tipped nipples I had ever seen. The memory, countless memories in fact, of nuzzling that softness of her flesh, taking the hard taut nubbins into my mouth gently sucking, licking each one in turn. The feel of her hand resting lightly against the back of my neck, holding me close, stroking me as I in turn stroked her with lips and tongue, lightly...ever so lightly, ever so wondrously until her ever growing need beckoned to me. Looking at her, they were hard now, growing even harder while she slept. Perhaps the mere projection of my thoughts, so in tune with one another had we been, had aroused them in anticipation of my kiss, of my touch. I watched delightedly as they stiffened, bathed in the ever-growing light through the window. Yet another brush stroke, another canvas painted with the shapes and shadows of light as they stole across her chest, highlighting her perfections, accentuating her sensuality, awakening her soul. I felt the moisture gather at the corner of my eye. I had promised her...no tears. With my free hand, I swiped away the single droplet that had formed, betraying my thoughts, and my promise. Gingerly, I reached out, placing the tiny bit of moisture upon the tip of her breast, kissing it with my finger, watching the pink tip respond ever so slightly as it glistened briefly in the approaching light. I saw her tremble slightly, quiver as though cold, yet knowing in that subtle twitch of her body that she merely had responded to even that, the lightest, briefest of touches, just as she always had, always would. Her entire body seemed to be one continuous extension of her sex whenever she was aroused. I had never before met a woman, nor felt like I would ever know another, who was more in tune, more harmonic with her spirit and sensuality as RayAnn was. Every nerve ending seemed to connect to one another. The merest of touches sending out waves of goose flesh that exploded across her body in an apocalyptic display of arousal and need. I closed my eyes briefly remembering. Remembering the countless times I had lay by her side, her back facing towards me. I remembered the lightest of breaths caressing her skin, remembered the waves of goose pimples as they rose in excited anticipation. I remembered counting them in an abstract sort of way, marveling at even their beauty, naming each, as they stood shivering, the finest of hair downy soft and thin, standing up as prickled stems of electricity. And each tiny bump shared the same name...desire. And I would spend whatever time she gave me, kissing each one. Content to draw from her the rapture of my lips upon her flesh, devouring and savoring each tiny bump as though it were a feast in and of itself. And as I partook of her flesh, as I devoured that which was so freely offered me, it gave me strength, gave me the stamina, and gave me the determination to pleasure her for as long as it took before the purity of our combined coupling, combined ecstasy, robbed us of our hunger, satiated the thirst and pacified for the moment the longing of our internal souls. Though I wanted to remain within the memories of my mind, at least a moment or two longer, I felt her hand clench mine, fearfully opening my eyes, afraid of what I might see. But still she slept, still contentedly holding my hand within hers, against that which I had so frequently found pleasure in, both in giving as well as in the receiving. The silkiness of her mound tickled the back of my hand. I pressed, allowing my knuckles to further sink into the downy softness of her fur. How I had loved running my fingers through it, through her. I could still hear her gentle laugh echoing through my mind. Her near silent giggle as I toyed with those silky strands of hair as they slipped between my fingers, caressing each as though each finger had become a probing, penetrating penis seeking her depths, longing for the liquid pleasures I would find there. Never had I felt such loveliness, never had I explored or been a part of such inner warmth as that which she gave me, as that which she produced in answer to my touch, in response to my initial gentle stirrings, preparing the way slowly until unbridled passion and desire consumed us, washing over us in a fulfillment that no other could ever hope to duplicate. I wished that I were inside her now. Feeling her heat as it consumed me, wrapping me in such unbelievable passion that all thought of anything else vanished beyond the marvel of her femininity. I could almost feel her. Closing my eyes once again I envisioned how we'd so often made love. Slipping in behind her, as we lay on our sides, gentle, tender at first, my hands, lips, exploring her flesh. The length of her exquisitely shaped legs as my fingers danced along them, playing her like the finest of musical instruments. The firmness of her molded ass pressing back against me, melded into it, a part of it, a part of her as we lay together, hardly moving. So often we had made love in this position, warm, secure together. Her perfect breasts so beautiful as they filled my hand. The gentle cat-like kneading as I purred contentedly into her back, my lips and tongue savoring the essence of her smell, her taste, while my hands continued to cup those twin fawns, her hard nipples extended awaiting the touch of my finger tips. "You truly are an incredible woman," I thought; daring to open my eyes again, glad to see that she had hardly stirred from the position she'd been in since my wakening. And she was. Sensual beyond description, for those few that new her so intimately could ever begin to understand the incredible power she had. Complex, for she could be shy, act shy, yet inwardly resolved to those who truly knew her as I did. Strong, strong willed, intelligent, unafraid of seeking herself, but compassionate to those with whom she shared or gave her friendship. And I had been given the gift of her vulnerability. She had trusted me, allowed me to explore with her the sensations of heart, body and soul. I had so often drawn from her the climax of her being. I had witnessed and been a part of her pleasures that she gave so readily, so completely, so unashamedly. "How often," I thought, "had I nestled there between her legs," the thought of which even now stirred my lustfulness for her, wishing I were at that very moment, savoring the sweetness I'd so often found there with my tongue. Here I had found the heart of her passion, her sensuality as a woman as she allowed me to caress her so intimately with my lips. God how I loved doing that for her, with her...to her. The first time I had ever made love to her in that way, she had succumbed to it entirely. To me. I was thrilled that she would, that she did. It was one of the greatest gifts she had ever shared of herself. I took my time with her, there was nothing else of importance that I wished to know, wished to experience. Only the sweetness of her inner lips, the heat and aroma of her sex as I came to know her so intimately, so expertly. With my mind I learned what she liked, how she liked it and when to stop or begin again. I knew when to lick, slowly, teasingly drawing the flat of my tongue upwards, and then downwards towards the tiny pearl that I found anxiously awaiting to be caressed. And I learned when to merely kiss, allowing her to calm, collect herself, yet keeping her teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. The soft moans that escaped her lips as my tongue danced upon the surface of her clit filled my head with the most incredible joy, increasing the intensity of my manipulations, hearing the increase of pleasured sighs begin to boil forth as she undulated beneath me in a matching rhythm of her own, as the tempo of the dance increased faster and faster. When her fingers clawed into my neck, shoulders or head, I knew. When her back arched with a force that often lifted me up along with her, I knew. And I came with her, a thousand times within that fragment of a moment. Seeing her face screwed up with indescribable pleasure was yet another painting, another portrait to be hung within the walls of the museum I had built for her. Something to cherish and remember always. Something to periodically stand before in reflection and admire. As I often did, always would. So absorbed in this memory, this incredible special memory of thought, I hadn't felt her hand finally releasing mine. Only when I felt the lightest touch of her delicate fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair from my forehead did I know she no longer slept. "Doc, make love to me," she said. It was all she said. It was all she needed to say. It was all she would ever need to say to me, and I would be there. I came to her in the only way I knew how. Giving myself as completely to her as she had so often given herself to me. Face to face this time, as we joined, our eyes never leaving one another. Kissing her passionately, yet softly. Feeling her lips as I kissed her, gently chewing and sucking each one in turn even as our bodies melded in union together, slowly beginning the dance that would eventually end in a frenzy of explosive ecstasy. God how I loved kissing her. I'd often wondered if given enough time if I couldn't actually climax simply from doing that. How many times at night I had drifted off to sleep simply recalling the press of her lips against mine. Her taste, the sweetness of her spirit as she gave herself to me in this way. Kissing her was just as intimate, if not more so than the sharing of her body. I could lay there with her forever just touching her lips, touching them with tips of fingers, or running the edge of my tongue around them until fencing with her own. Unlike before, our coupling was slow, soft and so very, very sweet. There was no sense of urgency, no unsatisfied lust or passion waiting to be quenched. For we'd already done that countless times in fact the night before. No this, this was unhurried, a melding of spirits forever joined. Even our mutual orgasm hadn't been as intense. But it had been complete. We lay for long moments afterwards, simply holding one another, quietly, listening to the sound of one another breathing. Time was slipping by. Eternity was slipping by. "I have to go," she finally whispered slipping away from within the confines of my arms. "I know," I told her. "He'll be waiting for me," Ry added. I knew that too. But I didn't answer her. Just looking at her as she stood, painting one last final canvas as quickly as I could sketch it. "You promised me you'd smile." I did. "You promised you'll remember," I told her. "I always will," she said looking towards me, the tears freely flowing now, for both of us. A promise neither one of us found ourselves able to keep. And with a final good-bye, she was gone. I didn't see her again for several years, and even then only in passing. Once when she was unaware that I had. And once, when we actually saw one another and smiled, though the distance too great for either one of us to speak. RayAnn had gone on with her life, as we both knew one day that she would, one day that she must. And she had. She was happy, content. Her life finally fulfilled as only she could make it be. # As I lay within the bed, the last moments of my life drawing near. I found myself smiling, remembering the woman who had shared such an important part of my life with me. Only minutes away now, the difficulty in breathing, the darkness already blurring what had seemed so sharp, so focused only a short time ago. Then suddenly the touch of a too soft hand upon my forehead. Forcing my eyes to open, I saw standing before me an Angel, an Angel who had come to direct me, help me towards that final place. "Doc?" "Ry?" I questioned, certain of my deliriousness for surely I had not as yet crossed over. "I told you I'd return one day," she told me. And she had. And for that I would love her forever. In another time, in another place perhaps. But I would truly love her forever. "Doc...I've always remembered," she told me as her voice grew fainter and fainter, the touch of her hand lighter and lighter upon my face. The press of her lips on mine one final lingering moment, and as she did, I smiled, felt her smile, and knew for but a minute more that I always would smile, and always would remember. Smile Dad, You're On Hidden Cam! I should have been doing my homework but my porn addiction got in the way. What were Mom and Dad thinking letting me have a computer in my own room? They actually thought I was going to my room every night after dinner to study but all I was studying were the sluts on cam. I closed my textbook and clicked into my favorite site, hoping to find what I wanted and... yes, there she was. Xandrina (likely not her real name) was online. Xandrina was not the typical kind of girl on these sites. One she wasn't Russian. Two she was a bit of a tomboy. Three, she was pretty much flat chested and had a short boyish haircut. Xandrina was an anomaly amidst a sea of fake tittied, fake blondes doing what they had to do to get paid. Xandrina also seemed like she really wanted to be the exhibitionist she was. Unlike the others, she didn't require online "tips" to go to the next level, which for me was great considering I had no credit cards. Every week, Xandrina would travel to a new location, set up her cam and invite guys over who she met online. I had no idea what she did for a living but she could obviously afford to stay in nice hotel rooms. She also knew what she was doing because none of the guys she ever had over seemed to be aware they were performing for the whole world-wide web to see. "Hey sexy," I typed into the chat. "Whassup," she replied back. "Got a show for us tonight?" "Yep." "Do tell." "Got a big dicked stud coming over in a while." "Where'd you meet him?" "Craigs" "What are you going to do with him?" She didn't answer my last question and she never did. What was to come was what came naturally to Xandrina. Sometimes it was just a blow job, other times, she did more. Xandrina was a take-charge kind of girl; she did what she wanted, with whom she wanted and pretty much used the guys she had over. I chatted on with her as did a few others and collaboratively, we eventually got her to take her t-shirt off. Those small breasts of hers were so fucking hot. Barely bumps on her chest, each had a pair of hard, pink nipples that just begged to be sucked. Oh how I wanted to be there, making her the first I'd ever make love to. Kissing her big pouty lips, moving down to her slender neck and almost boyish breasts, sucking on her tiny little nipples then going lower and lower to her flat torso and below that, her completely shaved feminine region where I'd kiss her, lick her and explore the pleasure zones the fools she picked up online never fully appreciated. Everyone online filled up her chat box so she sat back in the chair and teased us all by rubbing her little breasts and sticking her hands inside her panties. "Oh Xandrina, how much more you'd enjoy yourself if you only knew me. These guys you have over don't appreciate you. They only want to stick it in you, get off and leave. You deserve so much better." I was obsessed with Xandrina and as much as I couldn't bear the thought of her giving herself to anyone but me, I couldn't stop logging in week after week to see her do just that. Who would be the lucky guy tonight? More than likely some Goth loser with a bunch of piercings and tatts. "Stud just arrived," she typed into the chat. She did something to the computer and the cam. I have no idea what she did to hide what was going on but none of the guys she had over so far had ever discovered what she was up to. She had gotten up to answer the door but was back into view soon with him and... OH SHIT! It was my dad! Xandrina was here in Greenville and was going to have sex with my father! Shit! Shit! Shit! That lying bastard said he was going out to his lodge meeting. I can't believe my own dad was cheating on my mom and with random girls online. Plus, I can't believe he was even able to get a date with a girl like Xandrina. Xandrina was probably 24 or 25 at the most but my dad was 57. He had also really let himself go over the past several years. At 6'7" his weight had pretty much been stretched out my entire life, but now he had a belly and his once full head of hair had pretty much fallen out on top, leaving him with a shine and some thin patches of gray around the sides and back. Never a handsome man, his face had gotten pretty craggy after smoking for so long. There was no sound so I had no idea what they were saying to each other. The chat room sure lit up though with posts like "damn, that guy is old and ugly." I thought about logging off but I couldn't. Dad stepped across the room and out of view while Xandrina positioned herself strategically in the center of the bed, threw her legs up and over her shoulders and seductively pulled up and off her red panties. So much for the two of them getting to know each other! She brought her legs back down but kept them spread open for us to see. That shaved pussy was so beautiful. Ugh, I can't believe my dad of all people was going to enjoy it tonight. Dad stepped back into view at the side of the bed. He was totally naked now and fully erect, stroking it for the whole world to see. Xandrina was right: he was big dicked and the vultures in the chat room all began to change their posts from criticizing his age and looks to praising how well endowed he was. He got onto the bed with her then positioned himself kneeling over her face. He put some pillows behind her head to raise her up, and then he got busy and started to face fuck her. No kissing, no foreplay. With this position they were in, I couldn't see much except my dad's ass bobbing up and down, hiding her face. At first he rode her gently but he soon picked up his pace and began to really stick it in and out. I wondered what he was saying to her as her warm mouth and throat got acquainted with his big penis. I had gotten used to Xandrina being in charge but this time, she had met her match. Dad stopped face fucking her then laid down on his back and without mouthing a word, pointed to his massive erection for her to continue. Xandrina looked up at the camera as she panted, grinned and went down towards his chest. She started to lick his nipples but he put his hand on the back of her head and moved it towards his throbbing penis sticking straight up. She grasped the base of it and began to lick it from his round head, down his long shaft and back up again. She was on her knees now with her ass away from the camera. It looked like dad had his fingers back there probing one or both of her holes as she began to suck again and work her mouth deeper and deeper over his manhood. I can't believe I was getting hard watching my dad getting his dick worshipped by a girl I lusted after but I was. Mine was so small compared to his. Oh how I hated my dad right now in so many ways! Xandrina was now doing what she did best – sucking cock. Looking up now and then at the cam, she sucked on his mushroom head then would bob up and down gradually until next thing you know, she had taken him entirely down her throat. Dad thrusted his pelvis up and down, feeding her every inch he had to offer. His big low hangers jiggled with his thrusts while Xandrina deep-throated away on him. I could see the chat room going crazy through my peripheral vision but I no longer cared what was being said. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my inferior member and did what I never would have ever expected: masturbate while watching my own father get sucked by a girl I had the hots for. She was doing great but everyone has their limits and Xandrina pulled off him and looked into the cam to catch her breath. Dad didn't let that go for long though. He sat up and rolled her over on her back and said something to her I couldn't make out. He then got off the bed and walked around to the foot of the bed where Xandrina's head rested at the edge. Back onto the bed he went, this time with his right foot on one side of Xandrina and his left knee on the other. He then lowered himself down and dipped his big, low-hanging testicles into her mouth. I couldn't believe she could even open her mouth any more after the relentless deep-throating she just went through but she laid there and took it as he tea-bagged her over and over again. "Oh Xandrina," I said to myself. "Are you enjoying this? Do his big, sweaty balls really taste good?" His testicles began to draw up but he kept on tea-bagging her, alternating with sticking his rock hard penis back into her mouth. Back and forth he went until he reached down and started to stroke the base of his shaft while feeding the rest of him into her mouth. As I started to ejaculate myself, he raised his head toward the ceiling, howled like a wolf and filled my Internet fantasy girl's mouth with the seed from which I came. As his heavy panting subsided, he stood up and pulled his still hard penis from her mouth; a trail of a semen and saliva mixture followed him out. He then got up and walked off-screen to put on his clothes. An exhausted Xandrina rolled over, rose up on her elbows, looked at us in the cam, opened her mouth and let his semen roll out and down onto the floor below. She smiled and licked her lips at us and over at him in the corner. Dad got dressed quickly, said something to her and quickly left. Xandrina sat up and walked over to the cam. After she got things set back up, she sat down and typed. "I hope all of you enjoyed that as much as I did." I hate to admit it my dear but yes, I enjoyed watching you service my lying, cheating father. Damn him! Smile For Me I giggled as my back bounced on the mattress. Kevin climbed on top of me, his crooked smile making my heart flutter. It had been weeks since we last had a night together. We were newlyweds for goodness sake! We should be able to have more than one night a month to show each other just how much we loved and missed them. "I've missed you." I smiled at him as I started to unbutton his white shirt. It was our night, and no one – not even the stupid fire department –could take this away from me. Kevin chuckled and started to rub my arm. "Impatient, aren't we?" He asked. "It's been a month." I growled at him, unbuttoning the last button, revealing his hairless snow white chest. He was the only man I knew that had a hairless chest without shaving or waxing. He also can't grow a beard, trust me, he's tried. "Oh my goodness." I laughed my hand rubbing across his almost hairless chest. "You really do have a chest hair." Kevin's smile grew into a grin. "I told you!" He was europhic. "I can take care of that for you." I smiled, grabbing onto his one strand of hair. "No," He turned his body to the side. "It took me twenty-five years to get this chest hair. You're not taking it away from me." I clamped my hands over my mouth so I could muffle it. I was afraid that I would ruin the mood by laughing at the fact, it was a fact, that he got his first chest hair after twenty five years of trying. "Don't laugh at me." Kevin laughed. "I can't help it." I choked out through fits of laughter. "I'm just so proud of you." I lied, which sent me over into another round of laughter. Kevin growled at me playfully. His hands grabbed onto my wrist and lifted them over my head. I stopped laughing and tried to be serious as he held my hands over my head. It was hard to be serious around Kevin, especially when we were sharing such an intimate moment. "If you tear this dress, I'll have to hurt you." I warned him when he smiled at me, mischievously. "I like this dress." Kevin mused, his free hand sliding under it and rubbing on my thighs. "I do too and I would like to wear it more than once." I growled at him when his hand found my waist and started to pull at the elastic of my thong (I didn't usually wear thongs but Alice, Kevin's sister, had bought me a pair so I could wear it for Kevin tonight. "You got to wear it tonight." He started to pull my thong down away from my womanhood as he continued to talk about my dress. ¬ "I didn't get to wear it anywhere." I frowned at him. "You're the one that wanted to stay in and cook me dinner tonight." "True," Kevin agreed. "But I couldn't possibly let my wife out of the house without any underwear on, could I?" He was holding up the thong I was once wearing. My mouth dropped and I looked down to see if I could figure out how he had managed to remove my thong without me knowing but the dress was in the way. I looked back up at him. He was balling up the thong in his hand and leaning over to set it on the dresser next to his pager. "I should really send that to Mike Newton in the mail." Kevin said to himself. "I wonder what he would think about finding my wife's dirty thong in his mailbox." I rolled my eyes. Mike was an old friend of mine that had a crush on me and had made many attempts after my heart, even when I was dating Kevin. He didn't get the idea that I wasn't interested in him until I was married. "I wish you wouldn't." I mumbled. "It's not fair to him. He just broke up with his girlfriend." Kevin shrugged. He didn't seem to really care, which I didn't blame him. Mike wasn't one of his favorite people. In fact, he wasn't really my favorite person either. But he was tolerable and I wasn't that cruel. "Now where were we?" Kevin asked. His green eyes shined brightly at me. "I don't remember." I lied. I knew exactly where we were. Kevin frowned at me. "Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You have no idea what we were doing before I took off your thong with one hand." I knew he was bragging about being able to take off my thong without me realizing it, let alone with only one hand. But I had gotten use to Kevin's ability to surprise me over the years. "I don't remember." I continued with my lie. Kevin smiled at me. "You were always a bad liar." He laughed letting go of my hands. "You didn't say that last time we had sex." I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh. Kevin had to think about it for a second. His face went through three different emotions. The first, confusion. The second, shock. The third, anger. I swallowed audibly when the angry smile formed across his face. "You're going to pay for that." He smiled at me, his voice broke with anger (or maybe he was trying not to laugh). "You're so going to pay for that." He repeated. It was like he was a broken record. I screamed and tried to crawl from underneath him, but his hands grabbed onto my waist and his face hovered above mine. "You're so going to pay for that." "I'm sorry." I laughed trying to pull myself from his grip. "I was lying. I didn't fake an orgasm...last time we had sex." I added the last part under my breath. "You're going to pay for that to." Kevin told me. I didn't get a chance to take my words back. His lips quickly found mine and we started what would be, because I was going to make it, the hottest night of our marriage – next our honeymoon of course. My hands wrapped around his neck and my fingers tangled into his hair so I could push him closer to me. My tongue poked out of my mouth and started to trace his bottom lip, or at least tried. Kevin opened his mouth soon after I opened my mouth so he could deepen our kiss. His hands were pulling at my dress. I had never been more grateful for a strapless dress before. His mouth left mine as soon as my breasts were exposed. A loud moan escaped my lips when his mouth clamped onto one of my nipples. I stared up at the ceiling, trying not to let my eyes roll into the back of my head. "You're playing dirty." I groaned when he switched breasts. A shiver ran down my body when the cold air hit my now damp nipple. "How?" Kevin asked, his voice vibrating against my chest. My back arched and my eyes widened. "You know what this does to me." I growled at him. Kevin lifted his head from my chest. "Oh I know." He smiled at me. "I also know what will happen if I do this." My eyes widened when I felt a cold finger trace the lips to my womanhood. My eyes bugged out and my hands gripped at our bed sheets. I didn't look at Kevin as his fingers decided to enter me. It was a very welcome visitor. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth onto mine. I didn't care how pathetic I looked. I wanted him more than I wanted anything else in the world. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to make him moan out my name, as I screamed out his name. I wanted to let him know that he was the only person that could make me feel this way. I rolled us over so I was on top of him. His fingers didn't leave me. "You're amazing." I told him. "You're the most beautiful creature in the world and if you don't get your fingers out of me, I'm going to shove them where the sun doesn't shine." I growled at him. "I think I already have." Kevin smiled at me. I hissed at him. He laughed but reluctantly removed his fingers. I could feel my body react to the warmth and the pleasure he was taking away. It didn't like it. I leaned forward and continued the kiss that I had broken. His hands started to roll the dress over my stomach so he could pull it over my head. I pulled away from the kiss and lifted my hands in the air so we could get the dress off of me. "I like it when you're on top." Kevin told me, tossing the dress to the side. I smiled at him. "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "It's easier to do this." He grabbed onto my breast and started to massage them together. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over his almost hairless chest. I was looking for the chest hair he was bragging about earlier. I wanted to play with it so I could boost Kevin's ego. But I couldn't find it. I think it might have been pulled out when Kevin pulled his chest to the side when I threatened to pull it out. I kind of felt sorry for him. Instead of rubbing his chest, I decided to make use of my hands by unbuttoning his pants. I could already feel his manhood as I zipped down his zipper, revealing my favorite pair of his boxers. I laughed as I leaned forward and gave Kevin a kiss on the cheek, my hands wrapping around his neck so I could hug him. "I love you." I kissed his cheek again. "I thought it you would like it." He laughed along with me. "I love it." I gave him gave him a peck on the cheek before I went back to removing the rest of his clothing. I had to crawl off him, so he could lift his hips in the air. I made sure to get his pants off first, just a normal pair of black slacks, before I grabbed onto his Spiderman boxers and pulled them off. "I'm saving these for later." I smiled at him, crumbling up his boxers and putting it next to my thong and his pager on the dresser. Kevin laughed. "You're such a bad girl, Maddie." I mocked gasped and put my hand over my mouth. "Me? Bad?" I asked. "How dare you?" I smiled at him. Kevin put his hands over the back of his head and smiled at me. He was enjoying this too much. I rolled my eyes and crawled on top of him so I was hovering over his manhood. He quickly pulled his hands from the back of his head and held onto my hips. My nails dug into his chest as we (he was helping me) lowered me onto him. "Oh God." We gasped out together. It had been a month since we last shared a moment together. And we didn't have the patience for anymore foreplay. ¬ He was careful not to hurt himself when he pulled his back off the bed so he was sitting instead of lying down. He scooted himself so his back was against the headboard of our bed. When he was finally situated, I was panting heavily into his chest with his my hands pulling on his hair. The way he was moving was hitting things that had never been touched before. It felt amazing. "Did that feel good?" Kevin asked, rubbing my back. I nodded. I wasn't even able to moan. His hands grabbed onto my waist again and helped me start a pace that we could both enjoy. I had forgotten just how well we fitted together. It was as if our bodies were made just for each other. It was like we could do no wrong when it came to sex between us. We were meant for each other and by doing this, we were only showing each other more just how much we belonged together. I started to kiss him, as my hands wrapped tighter around his neck. My body was starting to tighten around him, earning a very loud growl from Kevin. I pulled my lips away from him and licked his earlobe. "You're doing this to me Kevin." I encouraged him. "You're making me tighten around you. You're the only man that has ever been inside of me and you're the only man that will ever be inside of me." I took his earlobe into my mouth and started to grind it between my teeth, earning a low hiss from Kevin. He started to thrust his hips forward so he could meet me. My grip tightened around his neck and my head leaned back, my eyes finally rolling into the back of my head. Kevin took this a cue to start to suckle on my neck. "I'm about to come." I warned Kevin. He just groaned and bit gently on my neck. I gasped and my body started to shake. My grip tightened around Kevin and I slammed my head into his shoulder. Groaning, loudly, as my nails dug into the back of his neck. He hissed before following after me. His body shaking just as violently as mine was. It was hard to let him pull out of me. I let out an audible whimper as I rolled off of him and laid in bliss next to him. I rubbed my hand against his hairless chest, attempting to find that strand of hair again. Kevin grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. "That wasn't very long." He whispered before giving me a light kiss on my wrist. I giggled. "We haven't had sex in a month sweetie." I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "Besides, I could go another round..." It didn't take long for Kevin to roll over so he was hovering on top of me. His hands were on either side of my head and he was smiling at me. I giggled and rolled my eyes. Of course he would be ready for another round. He was Kevin. "That didn't take long." I smiled at him. "You said sex." Kevin grinned back at me and lowered his head so he could kiss my lips. I was about to wrap my arms around him and try to get him hard enough so we could go another round when undeniable sound of a pager vibrating against the dresser caught our attention. My head fell back onto the pillow and I fought back the tears that were building up. It was my night. Not there's. Kevin frowned and reached across the bed for the pager. He read it quickly and rolled himself off of me, grimacing as he did so. "There's been another-" "Fire." I finished his sentence. "Hey Maddie." Kevin frowned pulling out a drawer so he could get another pair of boxers. "Don't be like that. You know this is just as hard for me as it is for you." "This was supposed to be our night Kevin." I growled at him, the tears that were welding in the corner of my eyes falling down my cheeks. "You promised that I had you all to myself tonight." "I know I did." Kevin frowned. "But I can't change what has already happen. You knew this before we got married –" "It's fine." I lied rolling over and grabbing onto the blanket. I didn't even bother to get dressed. I was sleeping alone tonight anyways. "You have fun." I closed my eyes so the rest of the tears wouldn't fall out. "Maddie," Kevin's voice was closer than I wanted it to be. His hand grabbed onto my shoulder and he leaned down to kiss my cheek. I looked up at him. He was frowning at me. "I promise that as soon as I get home. You're going to have the best morning of your life." He kissed the top of my head. "Now smile for me." My lip twitched and I couldn't help but to smile at him. It was the only thing that anyone could say that could guarantee a smile to crawl across my face. I smiled through the rest of my tears and leaned up so I could give him a kiss goodbye. It wasn't fair for me to blame Kevin for his job. He was right. I did know what I was getting myself into when I married a fireman. But it didn't change the pain that stabbed my heart and the fear that twisted my stomach every time he was called into work. I had seen movies and TV shows where the fireman didn't come home and I knew that one day Kevin wouldn't come home and it scared me senseless. The sound of Kevin starting his car made my heart jump start and I squeezed onto my pillow and buried my head into it. It was going to be another night that I cried myself to sleep. -- The phone was ringing. It took me a minute to realize that I wasn't dreaming this and it was really ringing. My heart jumped into my throat and I jumped across the bed so I could get my cell phone off the dresser. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't say hello when I finally flipped it open. "Mrs. Cullen?" Chief Swan asked when I didn't answer. My legs gave out from out of me and I fell to the floor. My fingers gripped loosely to the phone as I held it against my ear. My body was trembling and I let out a whimper. Tears were falling down my cheeks. "There's been an accident." Chief Swan continued. He was saying more but I didn't get to hear him. My body was trembling so hard that the phone had dropped to the floor. I was hyperventilating and my sobbing at the same time. I was starting to fear that I would pass out if I didn't get enough air into my lungs. But then again, I didn't care if I died. There was only one reason that the chief of the fire department would call me. If there was an accident and if Kevin had been – I couldn't get myself to think about it. It would hurt too much. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on breathing normally. "Mrs. Cullen?" Chief Swan asked again when I was quiet for a long time. I reached hesitantly for the phone. "I'm here." I whispered, bringing it to my ear. "There's someone that wants to talk to you. Would you like to talk to him?" He asked. I nodded but then realized that he couldn't see me. "Yes." I finally choked out. "Maddie," It was still Chief Swan. "It's going to be ok." His voice was annoyingly hopeful. I didn't say anything back. I just nodded and wait for him to bring the person onto the phone. It was hard not to catch the low murmurs coming from the people on the other end of the phone. I closed my eyes and let gripped tightly to the phone as I waited for someone to speak. "Hey Maddie." The voice was hoarse. My eyes widened. "Smile for me..." ¬ A small, slightly hysteric, smile crawled across my face. Smile for Me It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was beaming and the birds were chirping in the trees. Irene sat on the park bench reading her book enjoying her afternoon off, one she desperately needed. Between work, school, and trying to make her relationship with her boyfriend last was starting to take a toll on her. She finally had time for herself and she wanted to spend it at the park on her favorite bench next to the river. As Irene sat people watching and reading she smiled at the happy couples and the children chasing after each other without a care in the world, but was oblivious to the fact that she too was being watched. Garrett combed the park with his camera in hand taking pictures of the couples that passed by and the children running about on the playground chasing after butterflies. He continued to get beautiful shots of nature when he spotted a gorgeous girl sitting next to the water on a bench reading a book. She looked absolutely stunning in her sun dress, the yellow fabric made her dark brown skin glow even more under the sun's rays. Garrett couldn't help but try to get closer so he could get a better view. He smirked as he inched closer walking up behind her very coolly. "Excuse me, miss?" Irene looked up from her book searching for the voice that summoned her. She looked over her shoulder to find a tall, rather handsome guy walking in her direction with a friendly smile on his face. "Yes?" She said holding her book to her chest. Ooh he's kinda cute. She thought to herself as she looked him up and down.He closed in on her extending his hand "Hi, my name is Garrett, I'm a photographer for UT's art department" he said holding up his camera "and I saw you sitting here, and I was wondering if I could take a few pictures of you?" Irene sat confused for a second but shyly said yes and allowed him to take a few photos. "Fantastic, well for starters do you think you could look out towards the river?" He said holding up his camera. She did as she was asked and looked out into the river trying to seem fixated on something. Garrett paused before letting the shutter close looking at her profile she's even more beautiful up close he thought to himself. The sun's rays seemed to make her chocolate-hued skin gleam. Her lips were plump and kissable, brown just like the rest of her except for a tiny patch of pink in the middle of her bottom lip begging to be nibbled on. Long eyelashes bordered her bedroom eyes which were a deep mahogany that captured his attention immediately. They made her seem sweet and innocent but had a feeling there was something else, something more profound other than innocence behind them. Snapping out of his trance he forgot he hadn't taken the picture yet and tried to break the silence. "So what brings you to the park on this fine day?" Garrett asked as the shutter sounded. "Oh, well I thought I'd try and get away for a little part of the day, I've been so busy with school and work I haven't had time for myself lately." She continued to look out as she heard the continuous sound of the shutter. "Oh yeah? Where do you go to school?" "UT" she said as matter of fact turning her head to look at him and smile. The shutter snapped again "Oh yeah? How come I haven't seen you?" "How come I haven't seen you?" She said with a smile. "Ha probably because I spend most of my time in a dark room developing photos for ad's for the school. I finally got the chance to come out and do some work for the university and shoot for the new catalog they're putting out in the fall." "Ah I see, so do you make it a habit of taking pictures of random girls?" Garrett just smiled "No, just the pretty ones" he said winking at her playfully. Wow he has a gorgeous smile. She thought. Garrett was definitely a looker! He had welcoming green eyes to go along with his beautiful smile, short black hair cut into a faux hawk, from what she could tell he had a nice body too, broad shoulders with a great set of pecs paired with pulsating biceps. Oh yeah he was a looker alright. Garrett cleared his throat and stood upright revealing his full height of 6'2. He stuck out his hand "Well miss..." "Oh, Irene" she said placing her hand in his palm standing up simultaneously. He flashed a smile at her and licked his lips, "Well Irene, it was nice meeting you and thank you for letting me shoot you." "Oh it's no problem at all." "Hopefully I'll catch you around campus?" "Hopefully," She said with a coy smile. With that Garrett walked away with a content smile pressing the display button on his camera flipping through the few pictures he took of his mystery lady. Irene walked back to campus and then to her apartment where she lived with two roommates. She turned the key in the door accessing her suite when she heard a girl moaning. She stopped in her tracks listening closely thinking it was her roommate Rita getting busy with her boyfriend. Irene continued to turn the corner into the hallway heading to her room as the moans proceeded to get louder. She cut the corner into her room only to find a naked girl sitting on her desk with her hair everywhere with Drew in between her legs going at it like he hadn't seen a lick of pussy in his entire life. "DREW!?" Drew stopped mid stroke and looked over his shoulder at Irene. "Oh shit....Irene, babe, babe it's no-" "It's not what it looks like!?" Irene stalked over to him and started wailing on the man. Drew pulled out of the girl and stood there naked with his cock in the air arms shielding his head trying to block the hits from Irene. "In MY room!? In MY apartment!?WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" she was punching and slapping at him so hard her head was starting to hurt. "I'M FUCKIN SORRY!" "FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! TWO FUCKING YEARS DREW!" Between all the screaming and punching, the redhead saw her opportunity to escape slowly pulling on her underwear and bra and tried to sneak out of the room struggling as she tried to hop into her jeans. Irene saw her out of the corner of her eye and turned her aggression to the poor girl. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING!?" Irene grabs a clump of the girl's fire red locks yanking her back causing her to fall flat on her ass. Drew ran to her rescue and tried to part the two females knowing that Irene was fully capable of doing serious damage. Drew's efforts from trying to protect his mistress proved to no avail, he only found himself back in the mist of Irene's fury. Nothing but screaming and yelling was echoing through the apartment but finally Irene had grown tired and halted her assault on Drew's skull. Her chest heaving, trying to fight back tears she backed away far enough to look at the both of them. "Get out." She said firmly "Irene baby I lo-" "Don't you even think about lying to my face Drew, you don't love me" "Babe, I, just give me another cha-" "Get...THE FUCK OUT!" Drew stepped close to her and tried to take her cheeks in his palms but Irene slapped his hands away before he could even lay a finger on her. Her breath was becoming regular again but her eyes held a gaze that not even the devil himself would want to come head to head with. There was nothing Drew could do other than leave. He slid his boxers on and then his jeans, he grabbed the redheads hand and guided her out of the apartment. Irene just shut her bedroom door, tears slowly streamed down her cheeks as she slid down to the floor pulling her knees into her chest. Her sobs rang out through the entire apartment she couldn't stop thinking about how much she had gone through with Drew in the last two years. She thought he was the one, they had recently talked about getting their own place, and even getting married after they both graduated college. She wanted so bad to understand why she always got the short end of the stick, she thought Drew had finally put an end to her heartbreak when it came to cheating bastards, but it only proved temporary. Her sobs quieted down and she tried to compose herself wiping her tears from her bloodshot eyes sniffling loudly. "Well, Rene there's no point in crying over spilled milk girl get it together" She said to herself. She sat quietly staring at her closet looking at the clothes that Drew left there over the months since she had moved into the apartment with the girls. His favorite sweatshirt was sticking out of the rest of her clothes and the sight of it infuriated her. She got up and found an empty box and proceeded to stuff anything that had belonged to her now ex boyfriend into it. Sweatshirts, dress shirts, even underwear, he practically had his own wardrobe at her place whenever he came over and spent the night, all of it was stuffed into a box. After taking out his clothes her closet and draws were half empty and it satisfied her because this meant she could go shopping without the worry of trying to figure out where she was going to put her stuff, the thought of that seemed to bring a smile to her face but only for a short time. She grabbed the box and a barbeque lighter, and lighter fluid and proceeded out of the door, when her phone started to ring, dropping the box she pulled her phone out of her back pocket looking at the caller ID. It was Ronnie, her boss from the bar. "Hello?" "Irene!" "Hey Ron what's up?" "Irene I really need you tonight can you come in and cover Jodie's shift?" "Again? That's the third time in two weeks, what the hell is she getting herself into?" "Ha well this time got arrested for fighting her boyfriend," "Hmph, well ain't that something" She said the thought disgusting her in a sense. "What?" Ron asked not hearing her, Irene just sighed and rolled her eyes "Nothing," She said dismissing her thought "I'll be in later tonight at the usual time." "Thanks Irene I owe ya one, that's why you're my favorite bartender" "Ooh do I sense a raise in my future?" "Haha hey I don't love you that much" Ron said with his hardy laugh "Very funny, I'll see ya tonight bud" Closing her phone and shoving it back in her pocket she finally got outside and dropped the box where she stood. Drenching the contents in lighter fluid she didn't notice a car pulling up into an empty parking space in front of her with Lydia in the driver seat and her best friend Reese as the passenger. Both girls looked puzzled as Irene hadn't even glanced up in their direction since they pulled in. Reese and Lydia hopped out of the car calling her name. "Irene?" Reese called out to her but she ignored her. "Irene!" Lydia cried, the girls just looked at each other confused. Reese looked over the car door as she noticed a box full of clothes and picture of Drew and Irene in a black frame that said forever on it. Irene lit the box on fire and stepped back as the contents were engulfed in flames. Irene turned her head to look at her roommates as they stared back at her still confused. "He cheated on me" was all she bothered to say.