5 comments/ 19247 views/ 7 favorites The Art of Adornment Ch. 01 By: Allyshaa If someone were to ask me how it all started, I would say that Seth did this. He brought it on. He was the one who went and changed everything. However, no one asks those questions. They just ask me how I feel about what happened, and what I would say to Andrew if I ever saw him again. The truth is, I do not really know...I remember it like it was yesterday though...I doubt that I will ever forget. It started that day when I went out with Seth, the counsellor at the high school I was working at, one one of our weekly lunches. He just would not shut up. "All I am saying is that maybe you should try an actual relationship, instead of avoiding the other sex all the time." He brought the water glass up to his mouth. I watched the water wet his plush lips and swallowed hard. "I'm not avoiding anyone." I denied hole heartedly. "Arianna, when was the last time you had a boyfriend?" He asks, but he does not need to know. Seth is very aware that the last time I was in a relationship I was sixteen, and I was with Andrew. I thought that I was in love. He taught me how to speak without my accent, how to pronounce words like 'button' and 'horror'. He also taught me how to duck and the best way to hide a limp. "You let people get too close, and they will hurt you." "Ari, it's not that cut and dry. There are plenty of nice men out there who would be more than willing to jump your bones and show you a good time. You just need to give them a chance." Seth inches his seat closer, scraping the restaurant's floor with the wooden legs, until he is right beside me. "I don't need a guy, Seth. I am happy. I have a good job and great friends. What more could a girl need?" I smile sweetly at him, not knowing what he is up to but certain that it is nothing good. "I'll show you." He leans down and whispers in to my ear, his breath is warm and sweet against the exposed skin of my neck. He stretches his tongue out and gently licks the lobe of my ear, causing chills to race down my body. "It's not your fault Ari. You just don't know what you are missing." I feel something warm between my thighs and suck in a sharp breath as I realise that Seth's hand is working its way up my skirt, to the soft cotton of my panties. I look around with a fear that someone has seen this, for we are in a public place. Yet no one seems to notice. My breath comes faster and louder as strong fingers begin to press against my most sensitive area, and I feel the tingle all the way down to my toes. "Stop..." But he does not, because we both know that I don't want him to. I revel in the sensation of his talented fingers as they pull my wet underwear to the side, for better access to my dripping sex. The moan that escapes my lips is all the encouragement that he needs, and he slips the first finger past my pussy lips and in to my neglected cunt. I cannot help but jerk in my seat and begin to grind against his hand. "I can show you what it's like to be with a man." He pushes further in to me. Slowly. Kindly. "Seth..." My protests are cut off, though I'm not sure they would have mattered anyway. Seth curls his finger and hooks it inside of me, using it to pull me to the edge of my chair. I gasp in air that smells of pasta and pizza sauce, and my surroundings are brought to my attention. "Seth, no." I say, finding the strength to slide back out of his reach. "We are in a restaurant." Just then, our waiter comes along to ask if we need anything else, and I use the distraction to straighten my clothing and gather my wits. Once he leaves to get the check, I capture Seth's eyes in what I hope to be a menacing look. "Seth, you are my friend. And as my friend, I ask that you never bring this up again." He smiles, a grin that shakes my entire being. "Too late, I brought it up." Seth nods to the bulge in the front of his jeans. It is all I can do not to reach out and rub it; I can already tell through the denim how large it is. Not for the first time, I wonder what it would be like to have something that long pushed inside of my tight body, breaking my womanhood. "I think that I brought it up." I laugh, trying to ease the tension. "That was me seducing you, not the other way around. I'm turned on by the thought of how tight you are Ari..." Seth moans slightly as he pushes his chair even closer to mine and reaches out for me under the table. His hands are scorching hot on my bare thigh. "No." I say, louder than intended, and jump up from the table. Without a second of thought, I leave the restaurant, and the temptation, behind. Seth doesn't call after me, does not get up to bring me back. I half want him to come and apologize, but I am glad that he doesn't. For I am not sorry, why should he be? Though the fact that I am not sorry might be what scares me the most. How could my body so readily react to one single touch? The heat between my legs stays consistent on the long walk home. I grind my teeth together in sexual frustration, begging for a release that seems impossible. All I can think about is the hard length hiding underneath Seth's pants, urging to be touched...All I can think about is how wonderful it would feel... Behind the safety of my apartment door, I cannot resist. I slid my own hand down the front of my skirt to the hem, and slip it up between my legs. The tingling sensation is instant, and my knees buckle from the wanting coursing through my veins. I feel fire run through me, leak out of my cunt. Passed my cotton panties, which I quickly abandon on the wooden floor, there is a secret that is yearning to be set free. One finger is all it takes. I'm so tight because of my lasting virginity that I cannot fit two without feeling excruciating pain, but it is alright. Because with one finger, I fuck my tight cunt hard. I plunge it in as far as it will go. Enveloped in wet and warmth, my finger moves inside me. With my other hand, I grip my breast and pull on my nipple, now hard and swollen with arousal. Distantly I can hear myself moaning like a wild animal, but I cannot quiet my ecstasy as I come close to orgasm. I begin rubbing my sensitive clit with my thumb as my finger moves faster and faster to bring me to that impossible release. Finally, right there on the floor of my apartment with my body arched against the door and my head thrown back in ecstasy... "Shit Arianna!" "Josh!" My roommate finds me. The Art of Adornment Ch. 02 Some people are against co-ed living situations. In fact, I used to be one of those people up until recently. I had been living with a friend that I met in college, Sarah, for a couple of months after we both graduated. We had become really close at school and were both looking to find jobs in the same area, so decided it would be mutually beneficial to just move in together. Everything was great until her boyfriend moved in with us. Cue in Josh. Don't get me wrong, he's a great person. A little too great...That was the problem. I tried to tell Sarah that our little make out session was a onetime thing, and only happened because the both of us were extremely drunk, but she didn't buy it. I think that she was done with their relationship before Josh and I made out in my bedroom during one of her many impromptu bashes. They were always arguing, throwing dishes around the kitchen and slamming every door in the apartment. They loved to hate each other. However, honestly, I could just be telling myself this to ease the guilt I've had ever since. I ruined their relationship, and our friendship. I did not see the need to kick Josh out, and truthfully, I needed the help paying the rent. Besides, we had begun to be friends in the months that he was there. The way I saw it, it was just as much his home as it was mine. I never really thought about the kiss again...No, that's a lie. Sometimes I would think about it late at night, trying hard to remember the exact way his lips had felt moving with my own, and the way his solid body had made me feel when it was pressed against mine. But that was all it was to me, another almost hook up at a party. I thought that was all that it was to Josh too, but this was the day when I found out how wrong I was on that assumption. I sprang up from my unconventional position on the floor and attempted to readjust my clothing as quickly as possible, to savage what little dignity I had left. Josh's interruption eased some of the stirrings in my most secret areas, but did not cause them to vanish entirely. I awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other to ease my discomfort. "Josh..." There were no words. "Jesus Arianna, I've never seen you like this before." There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes that sent shivers down my entire body. "Well, I thought you were out." I move towards my bedroom door, trying to look casual. It doesn't work. "So you usually masturbate in front of the door when I'm 'out'? Remind me to set up a video camera here, for security of course. Wouldn't want someone walking in on you." "Yeah, great idea. And I'm sure you have my best interest at heart. So...I'll be off then." I ran to my room without looking back, not caring so much about my dignity or pride, but just wanting to get out of his piercing gaze. The look in his eyes, the set of his lips pressing tightly to form an unwavering thin line, made me nervous. A good nervous, and a very bad nervous. The weather outside was picking up, and in the city it can be scorching hot. Even late in the night. I had taken to the habit of sleeping in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of light panties. Our air conditioner was broken, so blankets were not necessary. I would just lounge on top of the covers in my Monty Pythons shirt and fall asleep watching the ceiling fan bobble, in an effort to serve its purpose of cooling me down. There was a hesitant knock on my bedroom door. Josh entered without waiting for my response. "This might be a little...forward of me, but I wanted to talk to you about today." He came right in and sat by my head at the top of the bed. The mattress squeaked as his muscular body pressed down on it. "Really, we don't have to mention it. Ever." I pleaded, avoiding looking at him. "Ari, I don't want you to be embarrassed. We live together; you should be free to be yourself around me, in your own home." He reached out and stroked my hair comfortingly, tucking a few strands behind my ear. "God knows you've walked in on me watching porn enough times. I'm not embarrassed." "You shouldn't be. It's natural for guys to have urges..." This conversation was quickly making me feel uncomfortable, and soon the picture of Josh touching himself to the sounds of moaning girls on the TV had me feeling warm in certain places. I doubt that was due to the weather. "It is natural for women to have urges as well sweetie." "Don't talk to me like I'm a child Josh, it drives me crazy." I sit up and turn to look at him. Putting on a brave face and squaring my shoulders seemed like a good idea at the time, but the eye contact with him made whatever confidence I had mustered dissolve rapidly. That look in his eye was back, the look that made me think he wasn't really in my room to comfort me. "You want to know what's driving me crazy?" He shifts closer to me on the bed. "I've got a picture of you touching yourself playing over and over in my head. I can hear you moaning. I'm going out of my mind here Ari. Don't you know what you do to me?" He looks at me with a wanting so real that I feel it tugging at my heart. "Josh, we're friends. Just friends." "You're always just friends with people...Take a chance on me." Before I can respond he is there, his lips are there, pressed against mine. The kiss is soft, but urgent at the same time. I feel his strong, rough hands moving up the length of my arms to my shoulders, and then they are gently tugging me closer to him, until our bodies are melded together. His mouth is tastes sweet, his hands are scorching in the heat of the room, the heat of the moment. I find my resistance crumbling, if it was really there to begin with, as he pulls me down to lay beside him on the covers of my queen-sized bed. "I want you Ari. I have wanted you for so long." His words are whispered, his eyes are hooded with desire. He rolls on top of me and manages to get my shirt off, throws it in a crumpled ball on the floor. For half a second I am embarrassed at my nakedness, ashamed of how obviously my nipples stand out in their arousal. For a half of a second, I have the urge to shrink away and cover myself, but that doesn't last. His mouth is on my breasts, hot and sweet against my exposed flesh. His stubble scrapes against the sensitive skin surrounding my peaked nipple before he takes me between his teeth and teases me as I have never been teased before. He bites down hard and I cannot suppress the gasp that escapes past my parted lips, which is followed by a shameful moan. Josh cups one hand behind my head and brings my mouth up to his, and soon my lips are captured in a passionate kiss once again. His other hand kneads my full breast and has me squirming on the bed. His fingers grip me so tightly I want to scream out in pain and pleasure. Intense pleasure. "Oh god..." I moan against his lips. He uses this as an advantage and slips his tongue passed my open lips and in to the warmth of my mouth. It touches places I'm not sure I knew were there, sending tingles up and down my spine. His other hand moves from my breast and slowly slides down the curve of my waste and around to the small of my back, before venturing lower to cup my butt cheek. His other hand cradles my ass and he lifts me up, pulling me on to his lap. I can feel the hard bulge of his erect penis pressing against my soaked cunt. I cannot resist the urge. The womanly urge. I wrap my arms around his strong, thick neck and pull him closer to me until my bare breasts are pressed tightly against his chiselled chest. I press my aroused sex closer to his hard shaft, grinding against the strength of it through the denim of his blue jeans. I pushed my hands under the hem of his shirt and slid them along his rock hard body, perfectly sculpted from working in the gym. I pulled the material off and up, over his head, to expose his muscular chest to my roaming fingers. His jeans were the next to go, and before I knew it, we were sitting there, our most private parts separated only by the thing material of his boxers, and my cotton panties. His voice was a sensual whisper against my ear. "Arianna..." And I was lost.