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Blind Love Ch. 01

By: Demonic_Love_7



His hands were firm, as he placed one around my ankle, and used the other to grip the bottom on my riding boot. Warmth slithered across my skin, like the serpent that tempted Eve. He knew very well that touching my flesh was improper, yet he dared to be so bold. I knew I should chastise him, but when I looked down upon his bowed head as he bent to one knee, my anger fled. 

He was surely one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. His hair, while shorn roughly with a dull blade, fell softly to his brow, parted from the middle. His shining gold locks swept back from his face, to the closely cropped hair that graced his neck. He was still in his prime of youth, his face carrying naught but the faintest traces of laugh lines around his tender mouth and vibrant eyes. His skin, golden from his work at the stables, only accentuated the swirling depths of his brilliant blue eyes. His gaze was as all-encompassing as the bright sky. When he looked upon me, I no longer felt the years upon my body and the pressure of my station. In his eyes, I saw myself young and vibrant. Meekly, he kept his gaze lowered whilst I arranged my riding skirt. When ready, I placed my hand upon my mare's withers and steadied myself for the mount. 

"I am quite ready, if you would please," I stated. 

With one smooth motion, I was lifted free from the ground and gently settled into the comfortably worn saddle. 

"Pleasant ride, mi lady." 

His voice was like warm honey, slipping from a velvet tongue. So many times, we had played out this scene. So many times, I rode away no longer feeling the freedom of my foray, but the chains that kept me bound to my station. Each day he softly stroked the bared flesh of my ankle, and each day I rode off, burning for the freedom to accept his touches and every promise that his eyes held for me. 

"Thank you, Aidan. That will be all." 

With one final glance down upon him, I pressed my legs into the mare and trotted from the stable yard. 

Though the scenery about me was magnificent, the dew still kissing the blades of grass, I could not concentrate on the beauty before me. It was quite improper for me to be riding unaccompanied, but I could not bear to have my only time of freedom hampered by an attendant. In this, I was quite firm. I clucked to my mount and quickened our speed to a canter. Her smooth gate rocked me in the saddle, the worn leather reeking havoc on my already turbulent thoughts. With every stride I would be pressed into the saddle, my most tender womanly parts, sensitized by the steady pressure. My cheeks flushed with arousal, as the cool breeze rustled my loosely plaited hair, like a lover, searching for the means to free it. 

My thoughts wandered back to Aidan. It had been five years since he had come to be with us, hoping to find work to support his family. At the age of fifteen, he was already work worn and aged beyond his years. The difference between Aidan and the other youths whose stories were the same, was the fact that while his hands bore the calluses and scars of labor, his face was still bright with hope. It was as if something inside of him would refuse to let him wallow in the lowliness that could very well be his fate. He still saw the beauty in each passing day. I was already well into my womanhood, at the age of twenty and five when he came to us. My lord and husband was greatly my elder, yet he held me in very high esteem. While he loved me dearly, tenderly, our wedding night was the beginning and end to our bed sharing. I was secretly glad that he wanted me only for companionship. He was a great and compassionate man, my lord. It had been only one half of a year since his passing, and my heart was still pained considerably by the loss of his sweet company. 

I was, from that point, left in a very uncomfortable circumstance. I had never had authority in my years, so finding myself a woman of holding at the age of 30 was quite a challenge. There were so many things that I had no knowledge of. 

Being that I had far surpassed what was considered my prime, I had never considered the fact that I might have suitors after my lord's death. When the first crass fool made his attempt to woo me, very soon after my husband's funeral, I was sickened. From that point, I realized that my own virtues were not the consideration, as my newly inherited holdings were. I vowed to remain a widow for the rest of days, in order to preserve the integrity of my home and the happy lives of those that shared it with me. Though I had happily vowed never to again marry, as the time passed, my passions made my choice very difficult. 

Like a whisper on the wind, his name floated to my ear. Aidan. He was such a warm and caring boy. I shook my head. No, in all respects, he was very much a man. It seemed that times, I let my years speak for me instead of my body and heart. It wasn't as though all of my comeliness had faded. My body was still quite lithe. My daily rides had kept my body quite firm, and my breasts still remained full, though they had succumbed slightly to the pull of my years. 

Though my face was slightly lined around my eyes and mouth, my skin was still fresh looking and my eyes bright. Most of all though, I prized my hair. A rich sable, my mane fell just shy of my waist. When I loosed my hair in the evening to be brushed, I once again felt like a young girl, sensuous and inviting. As I turned my horse back toward the stables, I wondered at my loneliness. Only once had I known a man, yet my body still craved for the attention that it truly knew nearly nothing about. I longed for the excitement and passion that I commonly heard the woman folk of the house discussing in hushed whispers. Stubbornly, my mind kept racing back to Aidan. Surely, I thought, it must be sinful to want a man who was an entire ten years younger than myself. I was positive though that it was wrong for me to love him out of wedlock. 

"Oh God, how cruel it is to grace me with these passions, and keep me from fulfillment," I whispered as the stable came into sight.

I slowed my mount to a lazy walk as we entered the stable's yard. Aidan stepped from the darkness and approached to take the reins.

"We have walked for some time now, so there should be no problem in returning her for the morning feed," I said, trying to drag my wayward mind from the man before me. 

He simply nodded and raised his hands to my waist, to lift me down to the ground. His hands were warm and seemed to burn my flesh through my riding dress and cloak. I tried to steady my breath as he lifted me, but my heart beat even harder, as in revolt. Though he was only of medium build, he was strong from hard work. He lifted me carefully from my saddle and slowly began lowering me to the ground. I was startled to realize that he had not taken a step back from my mount, therefore, he had no choice but to lower me directly in front of himself. I could feel a flush creep across my chest and slowly wander up my neck and to my cheeks. I placed my hands upon his shoulders as he slid my body against the length of his. My every nerve was on fire with the need to touch him. My mouth opened in a gasp, not only from the contact, but also from the look I found in his eyes as I gazed down upon him. Their blue depths were alight with mischief, and something more, something darker. 

As my feet settled gently on the ground, he lightly rubbed the warm pads of his thumbs across the fabric of my dress, sending chills down my spine. With just the slightest touch, he had my body vibrating with a strange heat. My breasts ached with tenderness, their nipples tight and begging. As I locked gazes with him, my very core alighted with fire, causing a moistness to gather in my most private regions. Aidan had never been so bold as this. I could feel the heat of blush upon my cheeks, and he smiled down upon me, his face gleaming with the knowledge that I desired him. 

"Mi lady, hope your ride went well. It is such a beautiful and invigorating day," he said, in voice barely more than a whisper.

I could feel my pulse hammering at my breast, as I realized that he had still not removed his hands. 

"Aye, all was well. Thank you for..." 

My response was cut short, as his lips branded mine. I felt panic well inside of me, followed by pain, so deep in my core that I could not fully place it's origin. 

His lips were gentle upon my own, softly teasing at their entrance, until I parted them just slightly. His velvet tongue invaded my mouth to entwine with my own. I had never been kissed like this before, and was astonished by the intimacy of such a touch. One of his hands left my waist and buried itself beneath my hair, to cup the back of my head. As he drew me closer, he depend the kiss, adding a white hot passion to what was so gentle. I moaned softly into his warm mouth, as I slid my arms up from his shoulders, to nestle in his brilliant blonde hair. 

Though his locks were like fine silk, they were nothing compared to the texture and feel of his sweet tongue as it entwined with mine. I breathed in the sent of him, the smell of fresh hay and the muskier sent of his body. My knees trembled beneath me, yet I knew I would not fall, as his hands tightened their hold and drew me tighter against his hard body. He tenderly slid his hand from my hair, to rest softly against my jaw. He pulled from me, yet graced me with the most sweet of parting kisses, at the corner of my mouth. As he lifted his lips from mine, I looked up into his eyes. They had darkened with emotion, and his face was as flushed as mine. My chest heaved in fear and anticipation. To my surprise, he did say naught one word. Instead, he carefully took one step back and proceeded to walk toward the stable. A new blush colored my cheeks, a blush of embarrassment at being turned away by him. My body surged with a newly found energy, begging for it's own release, something so foreign to me. Feeling as though I were on the pinnacle of a great awakening, he had left me alone to face the day. 

I hurried up to the manor and quickly shut myself in my room. I called for meals to be left in my private sitting room, before throwing myself into my bed and burying my face in the soft blankets. Out of the view of any prying eyes, I wept. I had felt so full, if only for a moment, and he had stripped the feeling from me, leaving me no clue as to how I could again fill the void within myself. 

...to be continued.

Blind Love Ch. 01



Even before she said hello, Daniel knew that Sophie had entered the room. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the fruity scent of her shampoo, heard the soft tread of her footsteps on the kitchen floor. 

Clearing his throat, he said "Hey Soph." 

He didn't see it, but the sound of his voice made her jump, but he could hear that she had been startled when she replied, "Oh! Daniel! Hi!"

He chuckled softly. "I scared you, didn't I?" 

"No you didn't!" she protested. 

"Of course I did, I can hear it in your voice Soph." 

She made a face at him, sticking her tongue out. 

"Ok, fine, I admit it. You scared me." 

Even after all these years, it still unnerved her that he could intuit her emotions with such uneering accuracy. She knew that blind people had stronger senses to compensate for their lack of sight, but it always got to her. All her life, she had always felt that Daniel was the one person she could be completely honest with - not only because she'd known him forever, but because he could do what he had just done. No matter how she was feeling, he knew it just by the sound of her voice. More importantly, she knew that amongst all the guys she knew, he was the only one she could be certain was friends with her because of who she was, not because of how she looked. She knew she attracted plenty of male attention because of her grey eyes, her long, brown hair and her curvy, hourglass figure, and though she enjoyed the attention, it made her skeptical of any guy who tried to get too close to her.  

Except Mike, of course, the guy whom she had been secretly lusting after for months now. 

"So, what's up?" Daniel asked, hoping to keep the conversation going. 

"Not too much, I'm going to see a movie with some friends," she replied.

"Fun. Which movie?"

"Uh...not sure. Some sort of chick-flick, I think. Anna's picking."

Daniel laughed, hearing the disdain in her voice. 

"What, chick-flicks aren't your thing? I thought every girl over the age of 10 loved them?" he teased, knowing full well that she didn't like them. He'd made a mental list of all the things he knew about her, and this fact had been one of his earliest discoveries.  The solid punch to his upper-arm caught him off-guard. 

"Ow! No fair! You know I can't dodge that!" he exclaimed, rubbing the surprisingly sore spot. 

"I know. That's why I did it," she cheekily replied. 

Daniel had to fight down the mental image of tackling her and tickling her senseless, giving him ample opportunity to run his hands all over her luscious curves. Though he'd never felt them to confirm, the graphic descriptions of her shapely figure that went around the boy's locker room gave him a decent working mental image...an image that maybe, one day, would be made more complete by what he felt under his hands...He became uncomfortably aware of how constricted his pants felt, which did nothing to help the situation. Just then, Sophie's phone rang. 

"Ok, well the girls are here, so I'll see you later!" she said, as she gave him a quick hug before gathering her purse and running down the hall, slamming the door behind her as she left. 

He sighed softly. Much as he would have loved it if there were something more to the hug, he knew that it was the kind of hug you gave your brother. Or your brother's best friend, as it were. He knew it was useless to hope for anything with Sophie, but that didn't seem to make a difference. No matter how much he tried to rationalize away his feelings - you didn't fall for your best friend's little sister, you didn't fall for a friend, no girl as beautiful as Sophie would ever fall for someone who was blind - he failed.  

His thoughts were broken by the sound of Tom, his oldest friend and Sophie's brother, coming down the stairs. 

"Hey man, sorry to keep you waiting. Had to shower, Mom made me mow the lawn this morning."

"It's all good. Besides, I got to catch up a bit with Soph before she left." 

"Great. C'mon, let's go, I'm starving. I want to grab something at the food court before the movie." 

"Movie?" asked Daniel, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice. Even though Sophie had said she was going to a chick-flick, a guy could always dream, right?

"Yeah, sorry, I thought I'd told you. I got tickets for Transformers." 

"Sweet. Let's go, I'm hungry too." 

"Bye Mom!" yelled Tom, and with that, the two boys left. 

Twenty minutes later, stuffed with burgers, the two boys made their way into the movie theater, when they heard a familiar voice. "Tom! Daniel! Over here!" came Sophie's voice, rising above all the others in Daniel's ear. Daniel followed Tom as they found the girls, and then followed the sound of Sophie's voice, praying that nobody was sitting next to her. 

Coming to a stop in front of her, he asked, "Is anyone sitting here?" 

"Nope! Sit!" Daniel heard her patting the pleather seat next to her and duly sat down. He schooled his facial expression to remain friendly but neutral, but inside he was doing cartwheels. 

"So, what happened to the chick-flick?" he inquired, as nonchalantly as he could manage given the butterflies flitting around his insides. 

"Sold out, thankfully. The others aren't too happy, but I'm psyched. I've been dying to see this for ages." 

"You always did love playing with them when we were kids - you used to piss the hell out of Tom by stealing his Transformers."

"You remember that?" she asked, surprised, but Daniel thought he detected happiness as well. Sophie smiled with pleasure. Daniel had a knack for remembering the most random things about her, and it never failed to touch her. It was endearing.

"Well, yeah...I mean, wouldn't you remember a girl who would rather play with her brother's Transformers than with her Barbies?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Once a tomboy, always a tomboy. I always loved to play rough, didn't make me too popular with the Barbie doll set," she laughed, a soft, musical laugh that had always warmed Daniel's heart. 

Daniel groaned silently as another unbidden thought flashed through his head - what if she plays rough in bed too? He certainly wouldn't mind finding out...and then disciplining her by pinning her under him, leaving her at his mercy...he shifted in his seat as his pants grew tight again, thankful that the dim lighting probably hid his situation. He tried to focus on anything other than Sophie's presence next to him, and had almost begun to succeed when she grabbed his arm suddenly, sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. Surely Sophie had felt it too. She had. The energy flowed between them so strongly that she drew her hand back just as quickly, shocked by what she had felt, but determined to ignore it. 

"Soph, what's wrong?" 

"Oh my god," she whispered. "It's Mike." 

Daniel frowned. She sounded uncomfortably enthusiastic about Mike's presence. He was about to say something when the lights went down completely and the movie began. Partway through the movie, Sophie whispered in his ear, asking him if he wanted to split some popcorn with her, a proposition to which he readily agreed. The prospect of 'accidentally' brushing against her hands, the chance that he hadn't imagined the tension between them more than made up for Mike.  Unfortunately for him, Sophie had been so unnerved by earlier that she took advantage of the fact that she had the one-up of vision on Daniel and took pains to avoid having her hand come anywhere near his in the popcorn bucket. 

After the movie, Tom, Daniel, Sophie and her friends walked out together, and had paused in the lobby while a few of the other girls went to the bathroom when Mike approached the group. 

"Hey Sophie." 

"Oh, uh, hi Mike!" said Sophie, trying hard to conceal the nerves Daniel could hear in her voice. Daniel listened to them make polite small talk for a few moments, doing his best to ignore them by striking up his own conversation with Tom, and after what seemed like an eternity of torture, they left. 

Though she didn't say anything, Sophie noticed the sad look on Daniel's face in the midst of the thrill of finally talking to Mike, and it wrenched her heart knowing that she was responsible for it. No matter how much it hurt though, she knew it was the best thing she could do, for both of them. She valued her friendship with Daniel far too much to risk it on an impulse just because they'd felt something when they'd touched.



Blind Love Ch. 02



With a disgusted sigh, I closed the estate ledgers. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I dared not let it spread, least of all to my face. I could not bear to let the keepers of my home see what dire straits we had come to find ourselves. 

Suddenly, the warm library seemed too stuffy and oppressive. I had never before felt intimidated by mere walls, but for some reason, I felt that I should surely suffocate if I did not breathe fresh air. With haste, I drew back the heavy draperies at the great windows of the study, so that I might let light flood the room. When I reached the west panes, I gripped the window's frame and pulled with as much strength as I could muster. Begrudgingly, the window finally slid open, spilling forth precious new life into the closed and dusty room. I sat in the worn chair beneath the open window, and pondered my next move. 

From what I had read in William's records, the hold should be very capable of providing food well enough to feed all of those who tended the manor or plowed the fields, with enough left to sell at market or export. The earnings from market alone should be sufficient enough to keep William's credit holders at bay, yet if that were so, I would not have had such a terrible afternoon with one certain gentleman who had demanded payment of my lord's gambling debt to him. 

It seemed that something was very much amiss amongst some of my own help. Truth be told though, I had not the faintest idea where to begin looking for the cause of our problem. The only other option that I had was to seek out someone to help in righting this wrong. Until the time came that I could find someone suitable, I would just have to handle matters on my own. 

I was jolted from my reverie by the sight of Missus Hearthrow, standing at the threshold. 

"What might it be, Jane? Is there something that you need?" 

Missus Hearthrow stepped forward with a polite curtsy. 

"Mi lady, supper is waiting if you would care to take dinner in the main hall. I was not certain if you would like for me to carry a tray to your rooms, or if you would like company this evening. If you are not feeling better, I could arrange for some broth to be brought in for you." 

Jane was always so caring. It was a wonder that William had ever wished for my company, when he had such a fine woman tending his home. When I had first come, she had immediately calmed my fears of being an outsider and brought me into the fold. No matter how improper it might have been, I would always look upon her with a fondness fit for a mother. 

"I am quite well, thank you Jane. Actually, I tire of being alone. I have spent all day in the company of these dusty books, and would enjoy the opportunity to be around people. Besides, I'm in the mood for some of the latest gossip," I joked with a mischievous smile. 

"Very well, my dear. If it would please you, I will set a place for you in the kitchen with the rest of the folk. I'm sure that if it is gossip that you are after, you will surely find it there," she said with a chuckle.

+ + + + 

The kitchen was warm and bright, due to the cook fire. As I stepped through the doorway, the room fell silent of the good natured jesting taking place just minutes before. The large table was set with simple fare, warm and delicious. As I scanned the faces of those I had come to know so well, it struck me that no matter how kind I was to them, I might never be seen as anything but a burden of nobility. Aye, they were indeed polite enough, but in all but a few faces, I was still very much unwelcome among them. 

With a somewhat forced smile, I tried to dispel the tension in the air. 

"Go on now, do not quit on my account. It has been far too long since I had last heard a good tale, or heartfelt laughter." 

As I was seated, my companions once again became animated, sharing various tales of the field and pieces of gossip that had traveled from relatives far off. I was just beginning my soup when Aidan walked through the door. I thought that I would surely choke, as I inhaled sharply as the spoon full of soup touched my tongue. My broth felt like it had barbs, as I swallowed it down painfully, trying not to cough. It was at that time, as Aidan took his seat, that he looked over at me. He had the most devilish smile upon his face as he greeted me. 

"Good evening, Mi lady. It is good to see that you are feeling well again." With that, his eyes met mine, and I saw in them that he knew quite well that I had not been ill. 

My face felt warm, and I tried to convince myself that it must be the heat of the room, and not the heat of my body at the sight of him. 

I felt as though I was fighting a losing battle as I gallantly wrestled to keep my mind on my full plate. I sat silently, listening to the troubles and joys of the people around me, until she caught my eye. Sitting next to Aidan, was the girl called Laurel. Being from Ireland, her hair beamed with the fire of the noon sun. With her curly red locks and glowing skin, she was quite a sight to behold. All I truly knew about her was that she was a laundress, one of many for this keep. Truth be told, it was all I wanted to know of her the first time that I saw her smile at Aidan. I could not hear what was being said, but it didn't matter. Throughout the meal, I felt disgusted as I watched her run her fingertips down his arm and smile so sweetly up at him. Though he had not returned the displays of affection, he had done nothing to prevent them either. 

As I recalled our kiss earlier that morn, I felt the horrible monster of jealousy creeping under my skin. I tried to put things into perspective, but my heart would not listen to reason. I watched the two of them laugh and talk for as long as I could before the pain became too intense. I left the table with my meal half eaten. When I arose, Jane started to approach me, but I waved her away. I swiftly made my way through the flower gardens and into the stable yard. 

The tension was so tight in my body that I feared that I might snap in two. I knew that I had absolutely no right to him. Even whilst he was young and I took pity on him, teaching him how to read and make his letters, I had never considered him my equal. Though we were both humans, I had held myself above him, and even now I did not know how to breach that gap. By the time that I reached the stall that I had headed for, my dear horse was already rolling his eyes back into his head in excitement and anticipation. I knew that he could feel all of the tension coursing through every fiber of my body. Hurriedly I saddled my great stallion, the horse of my beloved William. Though I struggled mounting in my evening gown, I still managed with remarkable speed. It only took moments before we were racing from the stables as though the devil himself were chasing us. 

...to be continued. 



Blind Love Ch. 02



Ann was in such a good mood on the drive home. Her mother kept looking at the grin on her face and said, "Ann, what are you thinking about? You've had that grin on your face since we left the hotel."

Facing the sound of her mother's voice Ann said, "Oh Mom, I'm just in a happy mood, that's all."

"Well, its nice to see you in such a good mood and the trip was quite nice too."

"Yes Mom, quite nice."

When Ann was finally in her apartment and her mother had left, she pranced around like a school girl after finding her first boyfriend. She had never been happier in her life. Even the fact that she was blind didn't bother her in the least. She kept picturing in her mind, how beautiful Stan had felt.

She recalled every nuance of Stan's body and she even blushed a little thinking about his hard cock, how it felt in her hand and inside of her pussy. Just thinking of that was making her wet.

Then she thought to herself, Will I hear from him? Does he really care as much as he said he did?

As she unpacked her suitcase, all she could think of was Stan and her good mood continued. Later that afternoon while listening to the television, the phone rang. Thinking it was just her mother, she lifted the receiver and said, "Hello"

"Ann? Is that you Ann?

"Yes, this is Ann," she said to the unknown voice

"It's me Stan."

"Oh hello," she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"I was just calling to make sure you made it home."

"Is that the only reason?"

"No, not really! I miss you already and want you to come back." "Why Stan, how sweet. I want to be there too, but I can't right now."

"Yes Ann, I understand. Its just that I can't get you out of my mind. I've tried all day to do things and I end up sitting down and thinking about us."

I know what you mean, Mom probed me for information all the way home. She said I had this silly grin on my face."

"Did you? I mean have a grin on your face?"

"I guess I did."

"Is it okay if I call again, during the week?"

"Certainly, I don't go to many places, but if I'm not here leave a message and I'll call you."

"Okay, bye for now."

"Bye Stan."

Hanging up the phone, Ann then started dancing in the living room. Twirling and giggling and being just plain silly. With all the spinning she did, she lost track of where she was in the room. Reaching out in front of her with her hands, she moved slowly until she felt the familiarity of her recliner. 

Sitting back down, she smiled and thought to herself, He misses me and wants me there with him. God how I want to be with him too.

The next few weeks Stan called every day to talk to her. Sometimes it was for a few moments, just to say hello and at times it was for half an hour and not really saying all that much. Each time she hung up from a call, she would get all giddy.

Just yesterday (Tuesday) Stan called to let her know that he was going to be coming in to the city for the weekend and wanted to know if they could take in a movie and have dinner together. He told her where he was staying and when he would arrive.

Today Ann's mother was stopping by to take her shopping, so she was going to ask to go to a dress shop so she could pick out a new dress to wear. She was waiting for her mother on the front stairs and when she sat in the car and strapped herself in she said, "I'd like to go to Crandall's today, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure, but why there? You have plenty of clothes and that place is expensive."

"Well Mom, Mr. Wilkins called and said he was coming to the city and he asked me out to a movie and dinner"

"Who's Mr. Wilkins?"

"Mom, I swear, Stan Wilkins, the owner and manager of the hotel we stayed at three weeks ago."

"OH! Yes that's right. How did he get your phone number? I didn't put it on the registration."

"I gave it to him Mom, we've talked everyday since we returned home."

"Now I understand why you had that silly grin on your face all the way home that day."

"Mother!"

"Hell honey, its about time you get out and date. I was beginning to get worried about you."

"There's nothing wrong with me Mom, except maybe being picky as to whom I'll see."

"Yeah, so picky, you haven't dated at all. So tell me what happened to make you give him your number?"

"He came to my room and asked me to have supper with him and we had a nice meal and talked."

"And now, three weeks later your just telling me this."

"I don't kiss and tell Mom."

"Kiss? You kissed him?"

"Mother, stop it now. Just let it go at the fact that we had a nice evening, okay?"

"Okay, I won't probe for more information. There's Crandall's over there, so we'll stop and get you what you want."

In the store Ann's mother described the coloring of the clothing, while Ann felt the items and pictured them in her mind. Ann was being picky and it took some time before she finally settled on a light green strapless summer dress. Taking it to the dressing room, she tried it on and showed her mom.

Looking at her daughter in the dress, she was beautiful. Although the dress really did expose quite a bit of her cleavage, her mother only said, "To bad Stan is blind."

"Why did you say that?"

"Honey he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of your breasts, that's why."

"Is it to revealing?"

"No honey, you look beautiful in it, just make sure you keep the top up or everyone will be looking."

Ann giggled to herself and went back into the changing room and put her clothes back on. Paying for the dress, they left the store and did their regular shopping for food, then Ann was left alone at home storing the purchases in the proper places.

On Friday afternoon around two, Stan called to let her know he was at his hotel and she told him to get a taxi and come to her place because she wanted to cook supper for him, they could go to the movies and have dinner on Saturday instead. She also told him it was casual, no suits allowed. He agreed and would be there about five and would bring some wine with him.

The rest of the afternoon, Ann put the meal together, showered and changed (she was saving the new dress for tomorrow) into a sleeveless pullover and her jeans, so she'd be comfortable.

Checking her watch, she felt the handles and it was just about five, so she went to the front stairs and waited for Stan's taxi to arrive. She heard a vehicle stop and a door open and said, "Stan, is that you Stan?"

"Yes!, You didn't have to come outside to meet me."

As he moved closer to Ann, she said, "There's four steps."

Stan climbed the steps and when he was next to her, he leaned in and kissed her cheek and said, "You smell delicious, lead the way."

Stan took her elbow and they went inside. Once in the apartment, she walked him around so he would know the apartment. Then sitting him in her recliner, she told him she had to check the meal and turned towards the kitchen.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No Stan, I've got it just about ready as it is. Turn on the television and just enjoy yourself. The remote is on the table to your left."

He found a ballgame and listened to it, while she worked in the kitchen. 

In the kitchen Ann opened the bag that he had brought with him and she felt the bottles and removed them from the bag.

"Stan, two bottles of wine? You plan on getting plastered?"

He laughed and turned toward the sound of her voice and said, "No Ann, one is White and one is Red. I didn't know what you were cooking so I brought both."

"I hope you like homemade Beef Stew? I figured something simple for here, we can get elaborate tomorrow at dinner."

"I love Beef Stew, you must be a mind reader. Its really my favorite meal."

"Well, its just about ready, do you want to pour the wine for us?"

He got up and made his way to the kitchen and managed to not hit any furniture. "Where's the corkscrew?"

She knew where he was standing and told him, "Open the drawer in front of you and its to the front left inside."

Ann got the wine glasses from the cabinet and handed them to Stan and then they sat at the table. Ann ladled the food onto the plates and Stan poured the wine, then they sat and enjoyed the meal. They talked about everything they could think of and mostly about how Stan came about owning the hotel.

His family had owned it for the longest time and none of his brothers or his sister wanted the hassle of running a hotel, so he took it over after his parents passed away two years ago. He was making enough money to keep himself fed and still have a savings account, but he did complain about the rising cost of just about everything and that he may have to go up on his rates.

After supper, they cleared the table, and Ann put everything in the dishwasher. Taking their wine, they went into the living room and both sat on the couch. Stan was against the armrest and Ann had cuddled herself into his arms.

"UHMMMM, I like this," Stan said.

"Yes, I do too. It feels natural to sit here in your arms."

They sat there for a while, just enjoying the closeness of one another while not really paying attention to what was on the television. Ann felt so good, and she turned herself to face Stan and felt his face.

"You feel beautiful, I love the rugged features of your face."

"I'm loving the feel of your body so close to mine," Stan said.

"Tell me how I feel to you Stan, please, I want to know."

Stan placed his fingers in her hair and said, "Your hair so soft and silky to the touch. You face feels like the soft petals of a rose."

"That's nice, but now the rest of me too."

Moving his hands to her shoulders, he said, "Your shoulders feel like smooth cotton."

"Silly, that's my blouse, wait," as she reached down and brought the blouse up over her head and dropped it on the floor. "Now tell me how I feel."

As his hands touched her bare shoulders he smiled and said, "Nice, that feels real nice," and he moved out and down her arms. "Not to large, feels as though you have some strength, but still keep your skin soft. You have long fingers and maintain your fingernails, no sharp edges."

"Tell me more Stan, tell me more."

Moving his hands back up her arms to her shoulders, he moved down her back and felt her spine and said, "Good definition and still smooth and silky," as his hands again were on her shoulders and then moved down her front to the swells of her breasts.

"Now your breasts feel perfect, I love holding them and I can feel your nipples getting hard as I touch them."

"That's where I want your hands Stan, holding me, holding my breasts, touching me everywhere."

Stan lowered his face just a little and he flicked his tongue over her nipple, then he enveloped her breast into his mouth. His tongue dancing over the nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. 

"Now your nipples feel like a hard nub. I can smell your body soap and how it mixes with your own scent."

Ann moves, and is now laying with her head in his lap, "Touch me more, I want your hands all over me."

He felt her stomach and moved in small circular motions around her belly button. He felt her tummy twitch as he lightly made his way lower. Feeling her jeans, he opened them and slid his hand inside.

As his fingers moved, Ann moaned softly and said, "Take my pants off Stan."

She raised her hips and he lowered her jeans down her legs and pulled them from her feet. He wanted to leave her panties on for a while longer. Now he ran his hand down her thigh and said, "You walk a lot, don't you?"

"Yes, I try to go for a walk everyday."

"I can tell by the muscles in your thighs. Nicely shaped, smooth but tough at the same time."

Bringing her leg up in the air, he moved over her knee, to her calf. "Feels very nice, I wish I could see instead of just visioning you." He brought her leg back just a little further and her foot was real close.

With his hand moving over her foot, she got goose bumps and he felt them on her skin. He kissed the upper portion of her foot and each toe. Then he kissed his way back up her leg to her thigh, his hand following each kiss.

Ann laid there enjoying him feeling her body, each kiss sent a small tremor up her leg and she was getting very wet.

Stan bypassed her panties and kissed up her tummy and then under the swell of each breast. He kissed each nipple and then between her breasts. Now her hand was on the back of his head as he moved again.

Small kisses to her upper chest to right under her chin and then on her neck. His hand was moving over her breasts, moving from one to the other, running between them and over them to her nipples. He kissed her ear and then down her cheeks to her lips. His tongue entering her mouth.

Ann's response was to shove her tongue into his mouth, her hand running through his hair. Her breaths were coming in small gasps as he continued to kiss and play with her breasts. Her pussy was leaking like crazy and she wanted him inside of her so bad, but she also wanted to know more about his body too.

Moving her head, she said to him, "Now it's my turn," as she took his shirt and brought it over his head. Dropping it on the floor, she ran her hands again through his hair and to his ears. She felt every nuance of his lobes and followed the lines of his jaw to his chin.

She kissed his chin as her hands moved over his cheeks to his nose. She felt a small nose, not wide and kissed the tip of it. Moving her hands down to his neck, then to his shoulders.

He wasn't a large person, his muscles were taunt but not like a weightlifter. He was strong as she felt his biceps and forearms. Moving to his chest, she felt his pec's and the slight amount of hair between them. She leaned in and kissed each pec and continued down his stomach following the tail of hair to his waist.

"Take your shoes off."

He used his foot to remove one shoe and then the other, as Ann unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She stood and brought his pants down his legs and tossed them aside.

She knelt on the carpet, between his legs and felt his thighs. They were very strong to her touch and she ran her hand over the lump in his briefs, but didn't stay there. Leaning back on to her feet, she moved down his legs to his calf's.

"You walk a lot too. Your legs are so strong to the touch." 

She moved back up his legs and this time her hands stayed over the hard knob in his briefs. His cock was so hard as her hands moved up and down the sides and over the top.

She moved a hand to the elastic band and tugged it down slightly, just enough for his stiff rod to pop out. Leaning in, she kissed the mushroomed head and licked the tiny slit at the tip. She put the head in her mouth and moaned in delight, while her hands moved the briefs down his legs.

He lifted each foot and she moved the briefs to the side, never letting his cock come out of her mouth. Her head dipped further and took in more of him. She loved his scent, the muskiness mixed with his soap. She took his shaft from her mouth and licked him from the base of his shaft to the tip and back down again.

"Do you like this Stan? Do you like my mouth on your hard cock?"

"Jesus Ann, Yes! It feels so good."

Ann returned her mouth to his cock and took the entire shaft into her mouth. It pushed against the gag reflex, but she managed. She took his balls in her hand and rolled them as she sucked his hard dick.

Stan just laid his head on the back of the couch and held her head to him. His hands full of hair as she bobbed up and down his shaft. She popped the mushroomed head in and out of her mouth and at times just licked him. The large vein was a favorite spot for her as she followed it up and down to his scrotum.

Sucking in one of his balls, her hand pumped his shaft. She sucked in the other ball and she could hear him moaning. She want nothing but to please him, she didn't care how either. She lifted his sack and licked underneath it, feeling the tiny ridges of the sack on her tongue.

"Oh God, Ann"

Moving her tongue, she lapped at his balls again and then back up his shaft and taking him in her mouth again. Her tongue wrapping around his shaft as she moved.

"Ann, stop! I'm going to cum."

She didn't stop, she wanted to taste his cum, to have it flow into her mouth and down her throat. His words only spurred her on as she pumped his shaft faster.

"God, I'm cuming Ann, I'm cuming"

His first spurt of cum shot into her and hit the back of her throat. Swallowing quickly she readied herself for the next spurt. It came quick as did the third, fourth and fifth. It was hard for her to keep up and some leaked from her lips and down his shaft onto her hand.

Ann just kept moving her head, savoring his taste as she continued to bob on his cock until it was flaccid and she let it pop out of her mouth. Leaning back, she brought her hand to her lips and licked his cum from her fingers.

Stan was trying to gain a normal breathing pattern when he heard her say, "MMMM, I like doing that for you."

"Ann that was so great. My God yes it was." 

Stan leaned forward and found her face and brought her to him. Kissing her, he tasted himself on her lips, but he didn't care. He held her body against him as their tongues were once again lapping at each other.

He moved Ann into a standing position and her pussy was right at his face. He pulled her closer to him and kissed the front of her panties and sucked in the material where they were all wet. His hands rolled her panties down her hips and legs.

When she was free of her panties, Stan moved his hands back up each of her legs and stayed on her ass. Moving her just a little closer, he brought his right hand around and felt her mound with his fingertips.

Softly, he moved them over her labia and felt the split with its juices leaking from her. Running a finger up between her lips, he gathered the juice and brought it to his mouth.

"MMMM, you taste good," as he moved his face closer and licked at her love lips. Sucking softly on her slit, he savored her flavor.

Ann moved her hands to his head and said, "Take me to the bedroom, I want you in my bed and inside of me."

"Lead the way and I will surely follow."

Ann took his hand and made her way to her bed. She had never slept with anyone in her bedroom. Stan was her first lover, but so many times she had laid on that bed, playing with herself, wanting more. Now Stan was here and her man was going to fuck her and she wanted that so much.

As she sat on the bed, she brushed his cock with her arm and felt that it was hard again. Pulling him down on top of her, they moved back onto the bed. Still on top of the spread, Ann spread her legs and said, "Now, I need you now."

Stan moved and placed his cock at her entrance. Ann took hold of it with her hand and moved it up and down her slit and over her clit. She tingled inside and then placed him at her love hole and said, "Fuck me."

Stan moved his hips forward and the head slid in easily, she was so wet. Pushing more, he went all the way in, feeling her body slap against his.

"Oh God Stan, you feel so good inside me."

He pumped his cock back and forth and the edge of his cock head could feel the ripples of her slick tunnel. Together they moved in unison. Grunting and groaning and moaning with each thrust of his cock.

Ann wrapped her legs around his legs and continued to mash her pussy onto his hard cock. Her hands holding on to his ass cheeks, wanting as much of him inside of her as she could handle.

Stan was busy sucking on her nipples and holding her breasts in his hands while he shoved his stiff rod in and out of her.

"Make me cum Stan, make me cum all over you hard cock."

Her words were driving him crazy. He pushed even more, wanting to please her. It was all he cared about right now.

The only sounds in the room were the slapping of their bodies and the moaning coming from Ann.




Blind Love Ch. 02



"OH Stan, Oh Stan, I'm going to cum. Shit, fuck me, fuck me," she screamed.

Stan gave his all, his only regret was the fact that he could not physically see her emotions on her face as he plunged harder and harder into her.

"Cum with me Stan, fill my pussy. Cum oh lord yes I'm cuming!!!"

Her warm wet cum splashed all over his cock and dripped from her as he grunted and groaned with his impeding climax.

"I'm cuming too Ann, cuming in your pussy."

"Yes Stan cum in my pussy."

His cock fired off another load of cum. It splatter against her cervix and mixed with her cum inside of her. As one they moved until Stan's cock began to soften once again.

Their lips found one another and they laid there just kissing and sucking in air. Reveling in the beauty of what they just did.

Stan rolled to one side and Ann turned into him, throwing a leg over him.

"That was so nice. I love the feel of your cock inside of me."

Stan giggled and said, "I love being there, but mostly, I love having you in my arms. I want you there always."

"Oh Stan, that's so sweet of you. I kind of like being in your arms too." Her finger making small circles on his cheek.

"So what are we going to do? I want to be with you all the time, but we live so far apart."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that I want you to move up to my place. To live with me, so we can have the time we need to know one another."

"Oh, I can picture telling mom that I'm moving in with you! She'd be yelling about her little girl, living in sin."

"Okay, I understand what your saying, but would you be able to come up and stay over weekend every once in a while?"

"I think I can do that, but mom would have to bring me, I don't drive very well."

They both laughed at that and he said, "No, she wouldn't, I could send a car down for you, if that was alright?"

"Okay, that settles that then, now, what do you want to do for the rest of the night?"

They made love again, this time under the covers and both fell asleep in each others arms.

* More to come



Blind Love Ch. 02



Two weeks had passed since that fateful day at the movies, and the situation between Daniel and Sophie had not improved; in fact, it had gotten worse. Their usually easy-going friendship had become awkward, and though he couldn't be certain, Daniel got the distinct impression that Sophie was avoiding him.  Daniel didn't want to scare her off, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity either, so he resolved to take matters into his own hands. 

He knew that Friday afternoons were the one day of the week that Sophie didn't have some activity to run off to immediately, so he figured this would be as good a time as any to bring it up. If she wouldn't talk about it, he would. Today, after the last bell, he would broach the subject and try his damndest to make Sophie admit that she had also felt the wonderfully startling electricity that had passed between them. 

Of course, with such an important mission at hand, the day crawled by at a painfully slow pace.  Daniel could barely focus on the drone of his calculus teacher's voice, preoccupied as he was with the far more important task of rehearsing exactly what he would say to Sophie in his head. He envisioned the scene over again and again - they would talk, she would admit her true feelings, and then he would lean in and kiss her, a slow, tender kiss that would gradually grow more and more passionate as their mutual attraction exploded...the long-awaited bell rang, jolting him back to reality. 

Daniel practically leapt out of his seat, making a beeline for his locker, and, taking as long as he possibly could to get his books out, waited to catch Sophie's voice. Finally, he heard it: the sweet voice with its slightly musical lilt reached his ears, causing his stomach to do flip-flops. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. C'mon. You can do this. She's beautiful, but you'll never know if she'll be yours until you ask her. Taking one last breath, he shut his locker door resolutely, and made his way down the hall, counting the fifteen lockers that separated his from Sophie's. 

She didn't say anything, so he assumed she hadn't noticed his presence. He tapped her locker door lightly. 

"Soph?" 

"Daniel! What's up?" Her voice sounded slightly strained. 

"Not much. I was wondering if we could talk, if you're not busy?"

"Sure, I've got twenty minutes before choir practice. What's on your mind?" 

Ok, she seemed warmer now, more receptive to hearing him out. That could only be a good thing, right? He took another deep breath, trying desperately to muster up all the confidence he possessed. 

"Well, remember that day when we were all at the movies together?" 

"Yeah. What about it?" The happiness had gone from her voice, replaced by a brusque, almost harsh tone. 

Daniel felt his heart sink. Still, he had to persevere, so he forced himself to go on. "Well, I just wanted to say..." 

He was cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching behind him, and Sophie calling out cheerfully, "Mike!" He could hear the happiness in her voice, and it tore at him that Mike was worthy enough to make her happy and he wasn't. It tore at Sophie too; she felt like an absolute bitch, but she had to nip this fantasy of Daniel's in the bud. Ok, so if she was completely honest with herself, it was her fantasy too - the memory of how it had felt when she had grabbed his arm made her flush with heat from head to toe, causing a delicious ache between her thighs each time she remembered it - but that didn't matter. You didn't trade on a solid friendship for a few mind-blowing orgasms. 

Mike came to a stop in front of Sophie and Daniel. 

"Hey Sophie," he said, flashing her his trademark dimpled grin. 

Sophie smiled back, her expression the perfect mix of coy and flirtatious, flipping her long, chocolate brown hair over her shoulder for added effect. 

"What's up?" she asked. 

"My parents are out of town this weekend, so I'm throwing a party at my place tonight. You want to come?" 

"Sure!" she exclaimed, momentarily forgetting how awful she felt about Daniel. 

"You can come too man," Mike added, directing the comment at Daniel. 

"What? Oh. Thanks," he said, half-heartedly. He had been lost in thought, berating himself for even daring to hope that he stood a chance with Sophie. 

"Anyways, I've gotta go set up, but I'll see you tonight," said Mike, giving Sophie a grin and a wink, making her heart skip a beat as he walked off. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, she started squealing with excitement. 

"Ohmigod! I cannot believe it! I've had like, the hugest crush on him forever, and he just asked me to his party. Ohmigod. Daniel, aren't you happy for me?" she asked, affecting an injured tone. 

"Oh yeah Soph, thrilled," he replied dryly, but she was too busy celebrating her good luck to notice his complete lack of enthusiasm. 

Once she had calmed down, she turned back to Daniel. 

"So, you wanted to talk to me about something?" she asked, as casually as possible. 

"Oh. It's not important, forget about it." 

With that, he turned and walked away, wanting to get away from Sophie before he completely broke down and made himself look even more pathetic. Sophie watched him leave, her heart heavy in her chest. She wanted so badly to call out to him, to tell him to come back so that they could sit down and talk, even if it went against all the rationalizing she'd been doing to make herself feel better all week.  If she was doing the right thing for both of them, why did it make her feel like scum? This line of thinking seemed dangerous, so she quickly squashed all feelings of guilt, focusing instead on her date tonight with Mike. 

Packing up her bag quickly, she made the impulsive decision to skip choir practice.  Even though it was highly out of character for her to even consider skipping an extra-curricular activity, she justified it by telling herself that she needed all the time she could spare to get ready. Tonight, she wanted to look hot enough to blow Mike's mind.  



Blind Love Ch. 03



Anger and humiliation burned through my veins, yet I could not place with whom it was that I was truly angry. It seemed so absurd to be hurt by seeing Aidan and Laurel together. After all, he was nothing to me... or so I told myself. I watched him grow from a boy into a man, marveling at the brilliance of the light and transformation of him. To me, he had been nothing more than a help-mate, caring for my beloved creatures. I took pity on him, wishing for him to accomplish so much more in this world, hence our study lessons. 

Even still, it had been years since we had spent time together, pouring over a primer. Only to myself could I admit that even then I loved him, as a boy, but nothing more. The greatness that I saw in him had never diminished, nor had my feelings, yet I had to admit that they had changed dramatically. 

The bitter wind beat at my cheeks, stinging them until tears sprung to my eyes. I was grateful for the pain, as it helped dull my embarrassment for having such lustful thoughts concerning one that I had cared for almost as a mother would. Surely, God would exact punishment on me. Just then, the voice of wickedness spoke out from within me. I knew full well that there was no blood between us, and though I felt horrible for the maternal feelings that I once had toward him, my body could no longer see him as a boy. Indeed, judging by his kiss, there was no means by which he could see me as a mother figure. The more I thought about his warm hands holding me close, the more my flesh burned, and the harder I rode. 

Xavier was a wild spirit, and for that, William had always loved him. His coat was black as the night around us, his large head thrusting with each stride. We flowed together, each with our chests heaving as we ripped through the darkness. As we entered the woods, branches reached out to me, tearing at my gown and pulling my hair from it's restraint. As each twig ripped at me, I felt nothing but the exhilaration of letting go the troubles that plagued me. All would have remained well, if I had not glanced back long enough to notice the glint of white, another horse in pursuit. 

Panic filled me and Xavier fed off of every ounce. Being as hot-blooded as he was, raging, he picked up our pace to break-neck speed. We sailed over one fallen tree after another, as I fearfully buried my hands in his mane. It seemed that no matter how fast we would run, we were never free of the fiend that chased not far behind. Xavier stumbled, yet kept his feet beneath him, all whilst scaring me witless. Sternly, I tucked his head and sat back in the saddle, the shift of my weight cueing him to stop. As we hit a patch of damp leaves, his hindquarters slid from beneath him, and I found myself tumbling from his back. 

Though I was thankful to have been going so much slower, it did not stop the pain from lancing through my hip as I landed in a heap on the ground. I gasped and raised my arms to protect my head as the large white horse slid to a stop only a couple feet from where I lay. Aidan left his horse with such speed that all I could do was stare up at him, dazed. A look of sheer panic screamed across his face as he fell to his knees beside me. 

"Oh Dear God! Morgane, tell me that you are not hurt!" 

For a moment, all I could do was stare up at his beautiful face, marred by fear. 'Twas the first time I had ever heard him call me by my Christian name. His hands roamed my body frantically, searching for broken bones. I could not help it, touched by his great show of concern, I broke down in tears. 

"I am well. I really am. How stupid of me to ride out so recklessly... and to scare you so," I sobbed. 

Instead of saying another word, he just held me, curled up in his lap. I cried out what seemed to be every last tear within my body. Tired and sore, I pressed my warm forehead into the curve of his neck. 

"I do not deserve this," I whispered. "I acted foolishly, and because of that, you could have been hurt also. I don't think that I could have ever forgiven myself... " My words trailed off as his hand cupped my jaw and raised my eyes to his. 

Though I could barely see his face in the night, his eyes shown as black pools in the absence of light. 

"Do you think that it was ever myself that I worried for? I only ever cared that you were safe. I could see that something had upset you when you left, so I followed you out, hoping to catch you in the garden. I know that I have no place to make demands upon your time, but I had hoped to be a friend to you. " 

"I was being childish, like a school girl," I sniffled. "I saw the way that you and Laurel were with each other, and it pained me to watch, especially after our... " 

I let my words trail off, suddenly feeling awkward about our heated embrace earlier that morn. As if Aidan knew exactly what I had been thinking of, he gently cupped my chin and raised my face so that I could look up at him. 

"I would never hurt you. Do you understand? Through you, only good has entered my life. I have waited so long for you to stop looking upon me as a young boy, and to realize that I could be so much more to you... that we could be so much more for each other. "

"I realize that I could mean nothing to you, except for what labor I provide, but please tell me otherwise. " 

He looked down upon me, with such pleading eyes that I felt my heart ache with tenderness for him. Whether he be servant or master, nothing mattered now, but for the fact that he wanted me as much as I yearned for him. With the barest sigh of relief, I nuzzled into his hand that cupped my face. When he lowered his lips to mine, the whole world seemed right again. 

As our tongues danced together, it felt as though my very soul was entwining with his. With one last lingering kiss upon my lips, he began trailing kisses lightly upon my jawline, and down my neck. I was grateful for the cover of darkness as I felt a hot flush spread through my body like wildfire. Everywhere that his lips touched, I burned as though branded. My entire body vibrated with desire as I ran my hands through his hair. I gasped when I felt his hands trailing up my waist, to gently cup my breasts, pushing them upwards to swell above my modest gown. His mouth seemed hungry as he devoured my pale flesh, all whilst earnestly searching for my dress' closure at my back. It felt as though I could not catch my breath, and I gasped for air with every touch of his hands and kiss from his lips. 

When Aidan had finally worked my bodice free, the cold air hit my body, causing me to cry out in surprise. My breasts, now exposed to the chill air, immediately hardened. My nipples pearled so tight that they ached. With a low groan, nearly inaudible in the wind, Aidan lowered his hot mouth to one of my nipples and began suckling as if he were a starving babe. 

I had never felt such a feeling before in my life, and I flooded with so much passion that I felt that I might burst. With each pull of his eager mouth, I became more aware of the effects he was having on me. My body trembled, I felt such all encompassing need. Most astounding though was the feeling of yearning that settled between my thighs, and the wetness that accompanied it. As Aidan fondled and pleasured my tender breasts, I felt as though I might never get enough of his touch, and my feeling reached a painful point when he raised his head from my heaving chest, to look into my eyes. 

I was not the only one affected by our closeness. Aidan's eyes shone brightly with passion, his face tight with what almost seemed to be an intense pain. His hands gripped me so tightly that it seemed as though he wanted to climb inside my very own flesh. It was so naive of me to think that so innocently, as it was indeed his deepest need. Though his desire equaled mine, he pulled away. 

"Morgane, no matter how much I need you right now, this is not the place. " 

He carefully helped me to my feet, and we walked over to where his horse stood grazing. 

"We will come and look for Xavier in the morning. It is so dark now that it would be nearly impossible to find him now. " 

Together, we rode back home. As I sat sideways across his lap, I leaned into his body, listening to his heart beat strongly against my ear. When we arrived home, I had no knowledge. Somewhere along our ride, I had fallen asleep, nestled in Aidan's arms. 

... to be continued. 



Blind Love Ch. 03



Stan woke the next morning, a different scent permeated the air in the room. It was Ann, she was lying so close to him, he could smell only her. He listened to her softly snoring, feeling her body rise and fall with each breath she took.

Lying there, he thought to himself that he had only know her for a short time, and has only been with her less than twenty four hours all total. He had never felt these feeling towards any other woman in his life, not that there had been many at all. He felt in his heart that he was in love with her.

When she had left his hotel, after that first night together, he could not get her out of his mind. The same for when he called her on the phone, just to hear her voice for a short time was so soothing to him. He knew it was to early to ask her to marry him, so he was going to bide his time and hopefully some time in the future, it would happen.

When he rolled to his side, facing her, he was rewarded with a face full of hair. It tickled his nose, but he stayed there taking in her aroma. He wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Wake up sleepy head, can't sleep all day you know."

She heard his voice and a smile appeared on her face. "Mmmmmmm, I don't want to get out of bed. We can live here, can't we?"

"No, we can't, as much as that would be nice. We both need people food to sustain ourselves."

She reached behind her and her hand brushed his flaccid cock and said, "Looks like it needs heating up," as she laughed and turned to face him.

Stan slapped her ass softly and said, "Come on, lets shower and go out for breakfast."

"OH! Alright."

They showered and dressed and Ann phoned for a cab and told the dispatcher to have the driver honk the horn, as they were both blind. Waiting for the cab, Stan asked if there was any place special she liked.

"I don't go out much for breakfast, usually just have coffee here, but I heard that the Mid-City Diner served a great breakfast."

"Looks like that's where we'll go then, I am starving."

When the cab arrived, they left and told the driver where they wanted to go. When they arrived, Stan pulled out his wallet and asked how much it was.

The driver said, "Six-fifty, sir."

Feeling the bills in his wallet, the one's were not folded, the five's were folded lengthwise, the ten's were folded width-wise to the left and the twenties were width-wise to the right. He took a ten and handed it to the driver and said, "Keep the change," as they exited the cab.

Inside the diner, a waitress named Shelia escorted them to a booth and took their order. Coffee arrived quickly and Shelia told them where the sugar and cream was located. Fixing their coffee, they talked about what movie they would go to and if they would go after supper or before.

Shelia watched the two from her station a few feet away. She thought about how sad it was that they were unable to see the smiles they brought to each others face when they spoke.

When their food was ready, Shelia brought it to the table and told them where everything was located on the plate and then said, "Would you mind if I said something?"

Their heads turned toward her and Stan said, "Go ahead."

"I just wanted to mention that I have not seen a lovelier couple in here in all my time here. You both have made my day for me."

Ann said, "Why thank you, that is very nice of you to say so."

Shelia walked away and as she did, she said, "Let me know if there is anything else I can get you."

They both said at the same time, "More coffee, please."

During the meal they decided to go see Tuck Everlasting, before supper. Which meant he would have to taxi to his hotel to change for supper and then return to pick her up. His friend has told him about Ricardo's, a very fine dining establishment and that they would be treated real good there.

Stan had called Ricardo's before he arrived in the city and made reservations for eight o'clock. He didn't tell Ann just where they were going.

After breakfast, they taxied to Ann's and then walked to a near-by park. They talked about what they wanted out of their lives and realized that both wanted the same things basically. They sat on a bench for a while and just listened to their surroundings.

The birds chirping, kids running by, laughing and bits of conversations from people walking by them. There was a slight breeze, but the sun was shining brightly. They walked a little more and around two o'clock, headed back to Ann's home.

From there they took a cab to the theater and sat through the movie, just holding each others hands and listening to the dialogue. After the movie, he dropped Ann of at her home.

Stan took the taxi back to his hotel, and told Ann he would pick her up at seven-thirty, She spent the time by calling her mother and asking her to come over and lend a hand in getting ready for the night.

Stan, once at the hotel, used the weight room for a light workout and then spent a little time in the hot tub. He had a drink at the bar after he dressed for the evening and waited for the time to go get her.

Right at seven-thirty, he arrived back at Ann's and told the driver, "I'll go in and get her, it may take a moment before we come out."

The driver said, "I'll be right here."

Stan knocked on her door and her mother answered it, "Hello Stan, nice to see you again."

Stan recognized the voice and said, "Its nice to be able to see you again too, is Ann ready to go?"

"Yes, yes, come on in."

Ann was standing in the living room, somewhat nervous, in her new summer dress. Stan could smell her perfume and went to her and kissed her on her cheek and said, Are you ready, the taxi is waiting?"

Her mom said, "Where are you going to Ann?"

Stan looked at her and said, "Ricardo's, I made reservations there for eight."

"Ricardo's!, that is a very nice place."

"So I've been told."

"Ann, I'll lock up after you leave, you two go ahead."

"Okay mom," she said as they were walking out the door.

At the restaurant, they listened to the music softly playing from overhead speakers when a waiter arrived and asked if they wanted to see a wine list.

Stan said, "Do you have one in Braille?"

"Yes sir, we do, I'll be right back with it."

Stan then said, "No, that's not necessary, bring us some champagne, please."

The waiter handed them some menu's and left to get the champagne.

During the meal, both talked about how they felt about one another and talked about their future. Stan wanted Ann to move and live (for free) at the hotel until they got married. Ann told him that she would feel like a "kept woman" if she did that, but she did want to spend as much time with him as she could.

"If we do end up getting married, I'd be more than happy to help you at the hotel, but I just can't move there. I know there are miles between us, but if this is going to work, then we need to not think of them and do what we can. Besides Mom would just keel over should I tell her I was just packing up and going to live at the hotel."

"I know all this honey, its just that I want to be with you and I'm racking my brain on how we can be together."

"It will work itself out Stan, I'm sure it will. Maybe I can talk Mom into driving up next weekend or the following weekend, I'll ask."

The rest of the meal was spent enjoying the duck they had ordered and sipping the champagne. Stan paid for the meal and had them call a cab.

At the house Ann told Stan, "Come inside, you can call another cab later."

Inside the apartment, they sat on the couch. Ann had poured them some wine and they sat and listened to some easy listening music. 

Stan was struggling in his mind. He knew he didn't want to return home and not have her with him. He knew she was the right one for him. His feelings have just grown stronger from the very first time that he had met her. What could he do? What should he do?

Ann said, "Your quite, a penny for your thoughts."

"Thinking, about us, again."

"I like it when you use "US", she said.

"Ann, what kind of wedding do you want to have?"

"I'd love to have a large elaborate wedding, but I really don't many people, so that would be a waste."

"Would you elope? Tonight, with me? I have rings in my room and we can get married tonight."

"Stan, did you just ask me to marry you?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"Then the answer is yes, I'll marry you. Tonight if you want to."

"Then lets not waste time, call a cab and we'll go get the rings and find a Justice of the Peace."

Ann reached for the phone and called a taxi. They waited for its arrival and when it arrived they were standing on the stoop. In the cab Stan told the driver the name of the hotel.

Ann was very excited and asked if she could wait in the lobby. The driver was asked to wait and they went inside. He went to his room while she waited. She asked a passer-by to take her to a phone.

Lifting the receiver, she dialed her mother's number.

A groggy voice answered, "Yes"

"Mom, it's me."

"What's the matter, are you okay?"

"Yes mother, quite okay as a matter of fact. I just wanted to tell you that if you wanted to see me get married, you better get dressed and go to 781 Maple Avenue, and meet Stan and me there."

"You're getting married? Tonight?"

"Yes, so get dressed please."

"Okay, but your father is going to pitch a fit, you know that."

"I do, but he'll be happy too. Hurry mom, we'll be leaving Stan's hotel soon."

She hung up the phone and found a seat and waited on Stan. She heard his cane tapping on the floor and rose to greet him. "Over here Stan."

They walked arm and arm to the taxi and when inside, Ann gave the driver the address, then turned towards Stan.

"I called mom and dad, they're on their way too."

"Good, don't want to get off on the wrong foot. I'm glad they'll be there. Besides you need a Maid of Honor and I need a Best Man."

It took a little time to arrive at the JP's address, but they paid the driver and waited on the sidewalk for her parents.

A car pulled to the curb and Ann listen for someone to say something.

"Ann", It was her mother, Ann honey, we're here."

Both her parents held her and her father asked, "Are you sure this is what you want Ann?"

"Yes dad, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Well then, how about introducing me to my soon to be son."

"Stan, come here honey, This is my dad, Richard Robins."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Robins"

"Nice to meet you too Stan. I think we'd better get inside, before the justice turns off his porch light."

Knocking on the door, a short woman answered, "Yes, can I help you?"

Mr. Robins said, "My daughter would like to get married tonight, is that possible?"

"Certainly, all we need is the blood test results and the marriage license and we can have them married in no time."

Ann said, "Oh God, we didn't even stop and think about any of that, we don't have them."

The woman said, "Sorry, can't marry you unless we have them."

"I'm sorry mom and dad, neither of us thought of that stuff."

"That's alright honey, sometimes we all get ahead of ourselves. Look tomorrow is Sunday, you can't get anything done, so you'll have to wait until Monday. I can drive you downtown and to get the blood test then, and if you can wait until Friday, we can have the wedding at our house. Is that okay with both of you," her mother asked?

Stan said, "I'll have to call my Assistant Manager to see if he can fill in for me on Monday, I'm sure he will, when tell him why. But yes, if Ann can wait until Friday, I can too."

"I can wait that long, and having the wedding at Mom & Dad's would be a lot nicer too," Ann said.

Stan was dropped of at his hotel and Ann was driven home. She was so excited and was happy that her parents were happy about the up-coming marriage too. In her bedroom, she danced and sang like a little child. She knew she was to excited to sleep right now. Ann undressed and went to take a shower.

The water cascaded down her body, It was warm and felt so good flowing over her. With soapy hands, she moved over her body and when she touched her breasts, she shivered slightly. Her nipples stiffened and she tugged on them, wishing it was Stan's hands on her. As she encompassed her breasts, her pussy was starting to moisten.

She dropped a hand down her stomach, over her bellybutton to her labia. A finger split her lips and she again was chilled from the nice feeling. Moving slowly, her finger entered her wet pussy and she moved it in and out. It wasn't her finger, it was Stan's and her juices were building inside of her.

She licked her lips and let her other hand move to her clit and she tugged on it slightly. It felt sooooo go her. Reaching out, she took hold of the shower handle and moved it from it's hook and brought it down. Changing the setting to pulse, she aimed the spray to her crotch. One hand opening her pussy lips, the other moving the shower head up and down her slit and onto her clit.

The pulsing water sent chill bumps all over her body as she paid a lot of attention to her clit with it. Like a small tapping finger, the water pulsed on her love button and she quickly climaxed.

As she felt the thrilling tingles throughout her body, she envisioned Stan on his knees, with his mouth sucking on her, sucking down her love liquid. Her knees weakened and she almost fell in the shower, but managed to hold onto the wall, spraying the pulsing water in her face.

Drying off, she went back to her bedroom and sat on the bed. Her phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi Hun, couldn't sleep, to worked up," Stan said.

"I know what you mean, I was too."

"Was?"

"Well, I kinda released some tension."

Stan laughed and said, "I did too."

Ann said, "Get a taxi and get back here, I want you here, holding me, please?"

"Yes, I want to be there too. Don't be too dressed up when I get there."

"Just my robe honey, just my robe."

They hung up and Ann went to her closet and felt for her silk robe. Pulling it from the hanger, she wrapped the material around her and tied the sash. Sitting on the bed, she waited for Stan.

The twenty five minutes seemed like a lifetime to her. When she heard the knock on the door, she jumped and went to the door. Pulling it opened, she felt Stan come into her arms and hug her.

"Now what if it was some stranger at the door," he asked?

"Then he'd be holding me and not you."

Kicking the door closed with his foot, he reached down and lifted her into both his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Luckily, they didn't hit anything on the way. When his legs touched the bed, he placed her on it and stood back, removing his clothes. 

Ann untied her robe and tossed it to the far side of the bed and said, "Hurry, I want you in me right now."

Stan dropped onto the bed and they were in each others arms in a second. Ann rolled onto her back, bringing Stan with her. His cock was hard and he was between her legs and pushing the head inside of her. Ann pushed her hips up and shoved all of his stiff rod inside of her.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Fuck me Stan, she grimaced.

Together that slammed themselves into each other. His cock imbedded as deep as he could go. Her pussy was so wet, he slid in and out easily. Her fingers raked his back, leaving small welts and drawing a little blood too.

There was nothing to either of them except the connection between her pussy and his cock and they worked it in and out of her.

"Stan, Oh God Stan, I'm gonna cum.

"Me too baby, me too, cum with me."

Ann's pussy throbbed and her body was sent into the throes of the best orgasm she ever had. Her nails embedded into his shoulders and she nearly passed out from the shear excitement of the moment.

Stan felt the pain of having her nails breaking his skin, but none-the-less, his cock shot loads of cum into her pussy. She was bucking like crazy, but he held on to her and they were both in their separate worlds, together.

Finally, they slowed down and his cock began to get flaccid while he was still inside of her. As he fell on top of her, she felt his weight, but her erratic breathing and his was still so intense, she just held him to her.

Soon he realized his full weight was on her and he rolled to the side and brought her with him. They kissed and soon fell asleep in each others arms.

To be continued...



Blind Love Ch. 03



The blaring music deafened Daniel, leaving him feeling slightly adrift without the aid of his hearing to get his bearings. He wondered why he had decided to come in the first place, and then he remembered: Sophie. It didn't matter that she currently seemed to hate him, something about Mike's attention towards her made him feel uneasy, and he felt an overwhelming urge to protect her. 

Yeah, like my good intentions have paid off, he grumbled to himself. Tom had vanished off with some chick to one of the numerous bedrooms upstairs, and Sophie was probably with Mike. Still, the evening wasn't a total waste - several girls had flirted with him, and even if he wasn't genuinely interested, he had to admit it gave him a nice ego boost. 

Feeling useless and somewhat stupid standing around doing nothing, Daniel decided to make his way to the kitchen to get a drink. Asking someone the way, he found the wall and began to follow it out into the entrance hall, and then walked straight until he found the kitchen table. Someone offered to pour for him, and drink in hand, he headed back out, when he heard a familiar voice coming from a side room. It was Mike, and from the sound of things, he was surrouned by his usual posse of idiots. 

Daniel continued on, determined to ignore his rival when he heard Sophie's name mentioned. He paused, curious about what Mike had to say. 

"Dude, nice work, scoring with Sophie. She's smoking," came the congratulatory tone of one of Mike's buddies. 

"Yeah man! I mean, that tight little ass in that miniskirt of hers, those legs, those tits..." added another. 

"Promise me you're gonna nail that," came a third. 

Daniel felt his stomach tighten. How dare those bastards talk about Sophie like she was some piece of meat. 

It didn't surprise him though. After all, he couldn't honestly say he expected more from these guys. Then came Mike's reply:

"Totally dude. I mean, she's only the hottest little pricktease in the school, but I'm going to cure her of that. I bet she'll give it up easily too, you should see the way she looks at me, it's like she's begging for it." 

He laughed, a lecherous, arrogant laugh, and his cronies followed suit. 

Daniel couldn't stand it anymore. His rage had reached immense proportions, and he longed to barge in and deliver a stunning knockout blow straight to Mike's smug face. As tempting as the idea seemed, he thought the better of it - one blind guy versus a group of buff but brainless guys probably wouldn't end well for him. 

Regardless, he couldn't do nothing about what he had just heard, especially since it confirmed his worst fears about Mike. The thought of him defiling Sophie made Daniel physically sick. He didn't want to disturb Tom, so he decided to do the next best thing: go straight to Sophie, and tell her everything he had just heard. Surely then she would see why she shouldn't be with Mike, even if she wouldn't consider being with him. 

He hurried off, wondering how he would find Sophie in this strange and disconcerting environment, when suddenly a smaller, female figure crashed into him. He put his arms around her waist to steady both of them, breathing in the scent of this stranger and realized that his prayers had been answered. His body responded instantaneously to the knowledge that the girl currently pressed tightly up against him was in fact Sophie. 

He sensed her take a step back, and he waited for her to say something. She struggled to find the right words, momentarily stunned by how good it felt being held against Daniel's surprisingly firm chest. 

"Oh Daniel, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there, I was trying to find Mike," she stammered.

Daniel knew then that no matter what she said, she had definitely felt the chemistry too. The thought emboldened him.

"Actually, Soph, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something important."

"Does it have to be now?" she asked, exasperated. 

"Yes," he replied firmly. "Now come on, let's find somewhere quiet to talk." 

"Fine," sighed Sophie in resignation, as she lead them to a guest room. 

"Sit," she ordered. 

She did not like the fact that the room offered no other seating than a plush, four-poster bed, but at least Daniel didn't know that. Except he did. He sat down as told, and then bounced lightly up and down. 

"Soph," he asked, his voice slightly amused, "are we sitting on a bed?" 

She swore softly under her breath. 

"Look, what did you want to talk about?" 

The sooner she got out of this bedroom, off this bed with Daniel sitting dangerously close to her, the better. 

"Ok. So, right before we ran into each other, I...I heard something." 

"What?" She sounded impatient. 

Better to get this over with as quickly as possible. 

"I know I shouldn't have been listening, but well, Mike's friends...they were talking about you, and they were discussing you, like you were some, some trashy piece of meat." His voice had risen, and gotten steadily more indignant. 

"That's what was so important?" she sounded incredulous. "God Daniel, between you and Tom, I don't know who's worse. So what? Guys talk about me, deal with it." She stood up. 

"No Sophie, you don't understand, that's not it. Please, sit down," Dnaiel pleaded. 

The look of earnest concern on his face melted Sophie's heart a little, and she relented, sitting back down next to him. 

"Ok, what was it?" Her tone had softened ever so slightly. 

"Well, one of them told Mike he hoped Mike would "nail you," and Mike called you a pricktease, and said that you were practically begging for it, and that he would be the one to "cure you." Soph, you have to stay away from this guy, he's bad news." 

There, he'd said it. Surely now she would see reason, thank him for saving her from a big mistake, and everything would be fine. Which is why her reply caught him completely off guard. 

"You have some nerve! Just because you don't like Mike, you go making up some bullshit excuse to convince me what a bad guy he is. Go to hell!" 

With that, she stormed out of the room, leaving Daniel feeling utterly dejected yet again. How could this have backfired so badly on him? How could she not see how completely wrong Mike was in every way? That she deserved so much better? 

Still, he wouldn't gain anything from continuing to feel pathetic, so he headed back out. Only to run straight into Mike and Sophie, and judging from the appreciative grunts emitted by Mike, they were probably grinding. 

He couldn't bear the thought of Mike running his hands all over Sophie, and so when Stacey, one of the girls from earlier sought him out again, he decided to drown his sorrows in some mindless grinding of his own. Sophie watched them, surprised at how upset it made her to see Daniel groping Stacey, whom Sophie looked down upon as a blonde bimbo, but her hurt made her more determined than ever to enjoy the fact that she had finally snagged Mike's attention.



Blind Love Ch. 04



When I awoke, it was to piercing light, quickly following the opening of the heavy drapes. As I groggily opened my eyes, blinking to relieve the blurriness, Jane whirled past, pulling back the bed linens. 

"Oh my dear, I should have come and readied you sooner," she said with an edge of panic to her voice. 

"Your father has arrived early for breakfast this morn, mi lady. He is waiting in the sun room with a cup of tea." 

With a sigh, I untangled my feet from the bedsheet and slid to the edge of the bed. It was astounding the way that my father's presence could affect the servants of the household. It never ceased to amaze me how he could so easily panic the entirety of my help. 

Of course, growing up in the same manor as my father, I was well aware of what kind of person he could be. I also knew the fear that he could issue. When I was a young girl, my father wanted little to do with me. Only on Sundays, as we were presented to the masses, would he attend to us. At those times, no one would ever guess that he was less than the most perfect father in our home. Contrary to what one might believe, he was never one to strike us, my sister and I. Instead, he would use the very things that we held dear against us. 

One winter day, when I was quite young, I made the mistake of falling asleep during mass and embarrassing my father. Later that evening, I found my favorite doll ripped to shreds lying on my bed. From that day on, I learned that my father could be very cruel when he was denied what he wanted. Most times though, he kept his true face guarded by a charming and gentle exterior. He honestly reminded me of the old story of a wolf in sheep's clothing. 

Odd as it was, father had been treating me quite well lately. Of course, that really only served to make me wary. I have come a long way in overlooking his past, though. After all, if it were not for him, I would have never met and married William. 

I slipped from the bed and made my way over to the wash basin. 

"Oh Jane, there is no need to fuss. Father will just have to wait. I'm sure that he is well aware that a lady needs more than a couple of minutes to ready herself." 

I sat down at the vanity table and began brushing the tangles out of my hair. Meanwhile, Jane continued to whirl around the room, gathering my clothing and ribbons. After I had finished my toilet, Jane helped me dress in a simple wool dress of a soft grey color, trimmed in a broad blue ribbon. With my hair swept up on top of my head in a loose bun, tendrils tickling my neck, I was finally ready. 

As I walked down the hall to the sun room, my mind drifted back to my ride the evening past. I quickly tried to pull my thoughts back to the present as I felt a flush heat my cheeks. I would have to remember to ask Jane how I found myself nestled in bed. 


As I approached the small dining table, my father rose to greet me. He was dressed well and wore a half-smile upon his usually tight lips. 

"Good morn, Morgane. I hope you slept well. Had I known that you were ill last evening, I would not have come so early this morning." 

So, that was what Jane had told him. She was definitely a smart one. I would have to thank her as soon as we were alone. 

"I am well, father. It is good to see you. Please sit down," I said, taking my seat. After we were comfortably nestled for our meal, I continued on. 

"So, father, what brings you to visit? How are Lillian and her little ones? It has been so long since I have heard from her." 

Setting down his tea cup, father looked over to me with an odd look of concern, something that I thought to never see on his face. 

"Your sister is quite well, actually. Benjamin and Cass are doing incredibly well, growing like weeds. I am not concerned for them really, after all, Duncan will take good care of them. Your sister married very well. 

Actually, Morgane, I came to inquire as to how you are managing. I know that it has been very difficult for you, dealing with William's death. From what I hear, things are not faring well for you in a business sense. I do not blame you at all, of course, it is a man's responsibility, not for gentlewomen. I was hoping that you might take me up on an offer of assistance. I would like to send one of my finest men over to look after you. Mr. Ashton is brilliant with the books and even more so with the workers of the field." 

While my father was being nice, that is what worried me so. I had never known him to take such an active interest in my well-being. I hoped that maybe he had seen the error of his ways and wished to have a friend in me, but there was something in me that said otherwise. 

"Father, it is so kind of you to care for me so, I appreciate your efforts. In all honesty, I am finally understanding how William ran things, and how to better our situation. While I thank you for your offer, I believe myself to be quite capable in handling my inheritance." 

While a smile still graced his face, I could see my father's eyes alight with anger. 

"Very well then, Morgane. You know that I only wish the best for you. If you should ever need anything, I am here. Now, if you will excuse me, I am needed back for an afternoon meeting." 

With that, he arose and placed a light kiss upon my forehead, something that he had not done since I was a tiny child. He made his way from the room, declining the invitation for one of the servants to show him out. He had always been stubborn like that, but at least I knew where I had gotten the trait from, I thought ruefully. 

One half of an hour later, I found myself walking toward the stables, a cold lunch in tow. When I stepped inside, I heard noise coming from the far stall and went over to investigate. Inside the stall was Mystic, the beautiful mare that had almost trampled me the night before. Bent over, carefully stroking Mystic's forelegs, was Aidan. I crossed my arms over the top plank of her stall wall and rested my chin upon them. 

"How is she?" 

While I had mischieviously hoped to startle him, Aidan simply straightened and looked me directly in the eyes. I knew then that I had failed, and that he knew of my presence all along. 

"She is surprisingly well, mi lady," he said in a soft voice. 

"After such a hard ride last eve, I wouldn't have thought that she would have faired as well as she has." 

"Speaking of last eve, Aidan, what happened after our ride home?" 

As he stepped closer to me, I lifted my head off of my arms. I could feel my ears enflamed with the brightest of red. My eyes raked over his body, taking in every detail, committing him to memory. His bright hair was disheveled and I yearned to run my fingers through it. 

"Well, mi lady, nothing happened," he said as he ran his fingers across my brow, smoothing my errant curls. 

"When we arrived, I carried you to your bedroom, with Jane's assistance of course. After that, I know nothing more. No matter how much I wished to have stayed with you, I did not." 

At his last words, my face erupted in a brilliant blush. I lowered my eyes, feeling acutely awkward because my body had given away my feelings, something that seemed to be happening quite frequently in Aidan's presence. 

He took a step closer and placed his lips to the lobe of my ear. His words were soft and warm, sending chills down my spine. 

"Please do not be ashamed, Morgane..." he whispered, " I love you, and I believe you love me." 

With that, he placed a soft kiss upon my lips. Wearing a sweet smile, he pulled away and stepped out of the stall. 

"I believe that you and I have an errand to run this morn, shall we attend to it?" 

Slipping my hand into his, Aidan led me down the corridor to a stall that held a percheron of unknown years. His coat was faded from long hours working in the sun, but his eyes were bright with affection. He wickered softly when he saw Aidan approach. 

With deft hands and a mischievious smile, Aidan led him from his stall, carrying only a bridle. My question must have been blazing across my face, but all he did was place a finger across my lips to silence me. Entwining his fingers in the work horse's mane, he swung himself up onto the large mount. With a grin, he extended his hand to me. When I hesitated, he chided me lightly. 

"Oh Morgane, live a little. You do not always have to be the proper lady. This is your home, and you should enjoy every freedom that it offers." 

His excitement was contagious, and I soon found myself handing up our cold lunch to him in order to free both of my hands. Clumsily, I raised my skirts enough to place my foot atop of his as I reached for his hand, and the horse's back. Aidan helped a little more than I had anticipated, and I found myself precariously sliding off of the other side of our mount. With a laugh, Aidan settled me square. I quickly arranged my skirts, and I found that in order to ride bareback with Aidan, I was going to have to press my exposed legs into his. I felt almost like a fairy tale princess, with my skirt draped over my prince's steed. I wrapped my arms around Aidan's waist, and off we went. 

While we trotted across the fields, I became aware of how beautiful the day was. Although there was still a bit of chill to the air, the sun was warm enough to stave off the worst of it. The trees were decked in brilliant colors of gold and red, spilling their bounty to the earth in shining clouds. I began to feel that little else could make this day any more magnificent. While we rode in silence, taking in the beauty around us, I could feel myself drawing closer to the man pressed to me. I snuggled my face into the back of his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him, and he used his left hand to lift my fingers to his lips for a tender kiss. I curled my fingers into a fist as they rested against his abdomen, sealing in the treasure that he had given me. Afer riding for about an hour, Aidan suddenly reined to a stop. 

"Look," he whispered, "I think that might be Xavier." 

He pointed to a small clearing in the trees, to a black figure. We continued walking slowly, and when we had gotten a little closer, we found that it was indeed my horse. Aidan quietly slipped from the percheron's back, leaving me alone. I slid forward and waited as he greeted Xavier, hoping that he wouldn't startle him. All went well, and soon Aidan was waving me over to him. 

"I think this is our spot, mi lady. It looks as though Xavier has very good taste indeed. Why don't we stop here for a bit?" 

A shiver ran down my spine when I looked into his eyes and delivered myself into his waiting arms. 

...to be continued.



Blind Love Ch. 04



"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Sophie moaned as Mike flicked at her earlobe lightly with his tongue before moving to suck the side of her neck, causing her to writhe against him in pleasure, her eyes shut as she reveled in the sensations he provoked in her. 

The last few weeks had been utterly perfect - Mike had been nothing but sweet and attentive, and him continually telling her how hot she looked was definitely something she could get used to. They'd spent nearly every day since his party at his house each afternoon, making out passionately for hours, taking full advantage of the fact that both his parents worked late hours. Could life get any better? 

The feel of Mike's cool hand against her skin, sliding its way up her shirt jolted her out of her reverie. She wriggled away from him, removing his hand from under her shirt with her own. 

"Hey there, easy big guy!" 

"Aw c'mon babe," Mike pleaded, nibbling at her earlobe as he spoke. 

"No, I told you, I'm not ready yet," she said, placing his hand firmly on her hip. 

"Oh, fine," he grumbled, his facial expression indicating his general displeasure at the situation. 

Sophie leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. 

"Awww, don't be such a sour puss. Let me make you feel better." With that, she kissed him again, this time a longer, hotter kiss, full of tongue. She had just begun to lose herself in the kiss when she felt Mike's hand move away from her hip and back to the hem of her shirt. 

"Mike, cut it out! I told you, I'm not ready!" 

His reaction caught her off-guard. His face had become dark with anger, and, without warning, he had flipped her so that she lay flat on her back, her hands pinned together in one of his. Suddenly she became acutely aware of how powerless she felt, especially when she took Mike's muscular physique into comparison. Her heart began to race as she mentally tried to calm herself down, trying her best to school her fear. 

"You little bitch," he growled, "you've been nothing but a cock-tease these last few weeks and I've been patient with you, but I've had enough of your fucking bullshit. Someone needs to teach you a lesson." 

He used his free hand to roughly push her shirt up and immediately began pawing at her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to bring tears to her eyes and causing her to gasp in pain. 

"You like that don't you, you bitch. You pretend to be so innocent and pure but I know you're begging for it, you're fucking begging for it. I can see it in your eyes." 

Sophie struggled to think coherently, to articulate the terror she was currently experiencing, but her mind had gone blank. It seemed as if she had shut down completely, become incapable of thought or action, almost as though she were observing the scene from afar, icily detached from everything around her. She ceased wriggling, even as Mike continued to maul her breasts, and one hand began to slip down under the ww aistband of her jeans. 

Her mind screamed in protest, both from the pain of his manhandling and from the dreadful uncertainty of just how far he planned to take things, when it happened. Somehow, in the distant recesses of her mind, it registered that Mike had, momentarily, let her hands go so that he could undo the button and zipper on her jeans, which he had been fumbling with for a few moments. She went onto autopilot at that moment, and without thinking, felt her elbow make contact with Mike's solar plexus, as her knees jerked upwards into his stomach. He rolled off her, grunting in pain and hurling abuse at her. 

Frightened beyond belief, she grabbed her bag and fled from the house, running several blocks before slowing, convinced that he would have followed her. Panting for breath and holding her sides, she glanced back over her shoulder, only to find that the road was entirely deserted. After taking a few deep breaths, she fished around in her bag for her cellphone and pulled it out, dialing the first number that came to mind: Daniel. Please, please pick up, I beg of you, she prayed silently, pacing up and down the sidewalk nervously. On the third ring, Daniel's familiar voice came over the line. 

"Soph?" His voice sounded puzzled.

"Daniel, I know you probably don't want to talk to me but please, you have to listen to me." 

The desperation and scared tone of her voice brought Daniel to full attention. 

"Calm down Soph, what's wrong?" he asked in a soothing voice. 

"Oh, Daniel, he...Mike...I can't...can you please just come and get me?" Her voice broke as she tried to get the words out, and she began to sob hysterically. 

"Soph, tell me where you are and Tom and I will come and get you asap. I need you to take a deep breath and tell me where you are. Can you do that for me?" 

"Ok," came the tremulous and tear-filled reply. "Umm...hold on, let me go see what the intersection is...umm...I'm on 47th and Vine. Please, Daniel, get here quickly." 

"I promise. We'll be there in ten. Are you going to be ok?" 

"Yeah, I think so."

"Ok, we'll be there soon." 

With that, he hung up the phone. She sounded so vulnerable.It tore at Daniel's heart knowing that she was in pain and scared, possibly even hurt. The thought made him sick to his stomach. He dialed Tom, explaining as quickly as possible what the situation was, and within minutes the two of them were speeding as fast as possible towards Sophie. 

Ten minutes later, they had pulled up by the side of the road and Daniel got out of the car. Sophie saw him and ran towards him, flinging her arms around him tightly as she dissolved into tears again. For a few moments, Daniel didn't say anything, but merely held her, stroking her soft hair with one hand and whispering soft, reassuring noises into her, rocking her back and forth. Finally, Sophie broke the silence. 

"Thank you so much for coming," she whispered against his chest, moving slightly to wipe away the tears that were still streaming down your face. 

"Are you hurt?" The concern in his voice and the fiercely protective look on his face melted Sophie's heart, causing her to dissolve into another round of tears. Here he was, her knight in shining armor, even after she'd been such a bitch to him. And he had been right all along, and she hadn't listened to him...she felt like the slime of the earth but at the same time, had become gradually aware of how good it felt just to be held in Daniel's arms. How comforting they felt around her, how it felt like nothing bad could possibly ever happen to her as long as he held her. 

This last thought gave her courage, and so she finally replied "No. Just badly shaken." Relief flooded through Daniel's body. He hugged her even more tightly, then pulled back, saying, "C'mon, let's get you in the car and get you home." Sophie didn't say anything, but allowed herself to be lead to the car, and felt comforted by Daniel's body heat next to her. Instinctively, she laid her head down on his shoulder, snuggling in closer, and though the feeling of her head on his shoulder filled him with joy, he schooled his emotions. 

This is neither the time nor the place to feel like you've hit the jackpot, he chided himself. She needs you, she's hurt, and she's vulnerable. Control yourself. So he settled into his place, contenting himself for the time being with wrapping a protective arm around Sophie. He enjoyed the sense of peace and calm being with her like this brought him, and his heart sank when the car pulled to a stop and Tom announced "We're here." For her part, Sophie also felt sad that the car ride had come to an all-too-quick end, and began to disentangle herself slowly and reluctantly from Daniel's embrace, but she couldn't bear the thought of being alone, so she slipped her cold hand into his warmer one, and felt a surge of happiness as he squeezed her hand softly and began to rub it to stimulate her circulation.  

Once they had gotten inside the house, she refused to let go of his hand, instead, leading him up the stairs to her room. Daniel didn't quite know what to make of this, but certainly didn't feel like complaining, so went without questioning her. He heard her shut the door softly behind them, and then felt her take his hand again, pulling him down on the small couch he knew she had in her bedroom. 

Sophie's heart raced. Not only did she currently have Daniel in her bedroom, mere inches from her bed, but more importantly, she had to apologize. Before her courage failed her completely. She took a deep breath and then began, nerves making her words come out in a rush. 

"Ok, I don't know where to begin, but I just want to say I'm sorry. You were right about Mike, and I should have listened to you instead of getting angry with you, and I'm sorry I've been a bitch, and I don't deserve a friend like you, that is, if we even are still friends." 

This burden off her chest, she began to cry again. Daniel sat in stunned silence, unsure of what to say next. He wanted to tell her how he had worshipped her and always would, how he wanted to make her tears go away, how he forgave her because that's what friends do, but he didn't know where to begin. He got lost in his thoughts and didn't realize how much time had passed until Sophie's tearful voice pierced his consciousness. 

"Daniel? Please, say something. Please. Anything."

He turned his head towards her voice. 

"Soph," he said, gently, "of course I forgive you. You're one of my best friends, now and forever." 

Deprived of his eyesight, he didn't see her practically lunge for him, wrapping her arms around him ecstatically, hugging him tightly. 

"Oh Daniel," she whispered, "I'm so, so sorry." 

He pulled her back from him, and reaching for her face, felt where the tears were falling and wiped them away softly. 

"Shhhh," he whispered. "It's ok, everything is ok." 

And then it happened. Neither one of them knew who moved first, but suddenly Daniel's senses were reeling as he felt the soft sweetness of Sophie's lips under his own, gently sucking on her lower lip, then breaking apart for a moment. They paused only for a moment before resuming where they had left off, but this time, Daniel was ready. He cupped Sophie's face in his hands, using one hand on her chin to tip her lips upwards to meet his own. 

Slowly, he kissed her, chastely at first, then using his tongue to flick at her lips, teasingly demanding entrance to her mouth but at the same time holding back. Sophie moaned, a soft, guttural utterance of the pleasure sweeping through her body, and parted her lips ever so slightly, her tongue meeting Daniel's, and the two became entwined in a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. When they finally pulled apart, gasping for air, neither of them dared speak, dared to break the magical feeling in the air, nor question the hum of electricity between them. They continued to kiss, soft, slow kisses that grew ever more tender, until, wrapped up in each other and the exhaustion of Sophie's ordeal coupled with this newfound exhilaration, they fell asleep in each other's arms on the couch. 



Blind Love Ch. 05



I could see the plea in his face, as he reached up for me. With a carefree smile, I placed my hands on his shoulders and let him lift me down. Instead of catching me in a kiss, as he did last time, he simply settled me to my feet and began scanning the clearing. With purpose, he headed off to a spot where the sun shone brightly. Sinking down to one knee, he put his hand to the earth before looking up at me. He laughed at my quizzical look. 

"Oh woman, you don't want to find yourself sitting in a soggy mess do you?" 

I joined in the laughter. It felt wonderful to have something to laugh about, especially since the sadness of losing William. Aidan reached up and tugged at my wrist, causing me to land in a giggling fit in his lap. 

"Oh you! You are horrible!" I laughed. Aidan settled me next to him and we stretched back into the soft grass, gazing up at the beautiful canopy of trees surrounding us. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Aidan turned to his side to face me. Carefully plucking a leaf from my hair, he twirled it by its stem before running it down the bridge of my nose. As he ran the golden leaf down across my chin, he said, "Why don't you tell me more about yourself? I know so much about you from our times together, but there is so much more to know." 

"Well, I could say the same thing," I threw back with a smile. 

"Alright," he countered, "We will both share. I do insist however that you share first." 

I couldn't say how long we spent simply laying in the sweet-smelling grass, just talking. The sun was high in the sky, warming us thoroughly, and in such comfort, time was lost. 

I watched the animation of his face as he told me of his family, and how they were faring. I wondered at the myriad of emotions that danced across his face as he told me of the times before he came to live with William and me. It was with pure wonder that I looked upon him, a strong boy grown into a hard, but caring man. 

After some time, we again settled into silence. Somehow, through our storytelling, we had managed to pull even closer to each other. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the warmth of his body, pressed against my side, his face pressed into my hair. I sighed, unconciously catching Aidan's attention. As my eyelids fluttered closed, I felt his soft lips press gentle kisses to each. With a joyous smile, I opened my eyes to look up at him. Without thinking, I lifted my hands to his face, gently pulling him down to me. I pressed my lips to his and was rewarded with entrance to his sweet mouth. My hands slid through his hair and down his neck as he deepened the kiss. Moving slightly, he slid one of his knees between mine and pressed me gently into the ground. Our tongues slid together in a primal dance, trying valiantly to convey our deepest needs, yet falling short. 

I could feel my blood racing through my veins as he pulled his lips from mine. There was a sharp ache in the center of my being, and I felt as though it was driving me to devour the glorious man before me. As he trailed kisses down my neck, I fought with the buttons of his shirt until they finally gave way, the first couple ripping free of the fabric. He groaned against my hot skin as I slid my hands across his bare chest. 

As he continued to blaze hot kisses along my flesh, I could feel the need within me rising, causing me to writhe beneath him. With every movement, I could feel the hardness of his organ pressing into my hip. Aidan quickly unlaced the back of my gown and bared my breasts. With a groan, he settled his hot mouth onto my tight nipples. The feeling was so intense that I arched my back, pressing my breasts harder into his warmth. When he lightly nipped my tender bud, I bucked, grinding my hip into his hardness. With urgency, he pushed at my dress, freeing my body. When my camisole refused to slide free, he clenched it in both hands and tore it from my body. 

In mere moments, my gown rested in a puddle next to us, and Aidan grasped my hips in his firm hands as he rolled onto his back. I felt awkward, suddenly finding myself naked, with my body exposed to the elements, and his eyes. 

"Oh Morgane," he moaned, "You are so beautiful. What did I do to warrant such a gift from heaven....." 

His words felt like warm velvet running along my skin, and I felt as though my heart would surely leap from my chest. I leaned forward and kissed him, hoping to convey my most tender feelings. When my breasts came to rest on his chest, my passions were doubly renewed. The light covering of hair upon his chest teased my nipples to the point of pain. I felt such raw need that I had no choice but to let go of my inhibitions and follow instinct. 

Slowly, I trailed kisses down his jaw and neck, claiming victory with his every sigh and moan. I slid down his body, tracing wet trails across his chest, until I found his nipples. Taking his example, I circled my tongue around his nipples until they hardened beneath my touch. With playfulness, I lightly nipped at them before continuing on my journey. 

I continued to bathe him with kisses as I worked my way down his abdomen, placing a special kiss at his belly button. When I reached his trousers, I quickly released their fastening, and carefully slid them from his body. As I dragged the material over his hips, he arched his back to give me clearance, and thrusted his beautiful phallus toward me. I slid his trousers free and continued with my ministrations. 

Softly, I ran my tongue down the trail of soft golden hairs, eliciting deep moans from my lover. When I came in contact with his passion, I was amazed. I had never actually seen William's private areas, and honestly had no knowledge of what a man looked like. Aidan was hard, and I could feel him throbbing when I took him in my hands. 

He was like nothing I had ever seen. The shaft of his passion was flushed bright red from the swelling beneath my hands. At the tip of him was a head that resembled a mushroom, and was topped with a pearl of clear liquid. My curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned down to lick the pearl from his throbbing phallus. Aidan leaned his head back with his eyes closed. I could feel his body throbbing below me, and could hear the soft moans slipping through his lips as I placed soft kisses on his most tender flesh. The sounds of his passion made me wild. I slipped the head of him into my mouth and circled my tongue around it. I was rewarded with Aidan burying his hands in my hair, freeing it from its confines as he moaned. With more confidence, I took him into my mouth as far as I could. I ran my tongue up and down his length, and sucked at him until he suddenly pulled me up to him for a passionate kiss. 

Aidan's hands roamed my body as his tongue invaded my mouth. I gasped softly as his hands slid down my hips to grasp my bared bottom, before one of his hands slid lower. My thighs were damp with womanly need. His fingers were gentle as they stroked the soft petals of my flower. Our kiss deepened, as though he were reaching for my very soul. His fingers slid across my sensitive flesh and found my nub, rubbing lightly over the tender bud, causing my knees to shake. I thought that I would surely lose myself and fall upon him. 

"Aidan," I moaned, before my legs gave way and I found my wetness pressed against the heat of his erection. With a moan, he thrust his hips up, rubbing himself against me, teasing both of us. Boldly, I reached for him and began to slowly lower myself down upon him. As his head entered me, it hurt at first, but with only a little burning sensation. I kept sliding down, eliciting a moan with every inch of him that I engulfed. I gasped as I settled on him completely. His warm hands reached up and caressed my breasts as I began to slowly move on his hard flesh. 

After just a couple of moments, Aidan forcefully grabbed my hip, pinning me to his groin. With his other hand in my hair, he held me to him as he rolled me onto my back. He was more wild than any creature I had ever seen, his eyes, his chest heaving. As he settled his weight on me, I wrapped my legs around him. 

Slowly he began thrusting into my welcoming body. With every thrust, his body would grind against mine, sending sparks of electricity through my sensitive nub. I could not contain myself and I began grasping at his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside of me. My breath mingled with his as we panted. With his every thrust, I lifted myself to meet him, the urgency of our bodies pushing us on. 

My body was hot, his passion racing inside of me, our bodies building up to something. Within moments, I knew what it was. My body pulled at him, begging for more. Suddenly, I felt a building of fire inside me. I buried my face in his neck, kissing and biting at the salty skin. Passion's flame licked from inside of me and sent me to the stars whilst grasping at my lover. My whole body clenched as I raked my nails down his back and whispered his name. As if driven on by my ecstacy, he plunged into me with an animal's lust. As my body clenched him, he released a loud groan and thrust himself deep within me, allowing my tender walls to milk him of his seed. 

To keep from crushing me, he settled to my side and pulled me into his arms. I slid my leg over his hip and snuggled as close as I could. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper softly, "I love you". 

...to be continued.



Blind Love Ch. 05



It's been ages since I last posted, and I apologize, but these characters won't leave me, so the story continues. 

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Daniel awoke inhaling the scent of flowers, feeling the soft, silken brush of hair against his arm. Confused for a moment, he recalled what had happened. Sophie had kissed him. He had kissed Sophie. And now here he was, laying next to her in bed, holding her gently in his arms. 

The joy that flooded through him at this thought was only tempered by the fact that Sophie had seemed so distraught when he and Tom had picked her up. She had been sobbing hysterically, but refused to talk, and had regained her composure in the car. Still, Daniel could hear the fright in her voice, and had picked up on the firm, yet insistent pressure of her hand as it held his, refusing to let him go, clinging to him. 

Unconsciously, his arms tightened around her waist, drawing her closer to the protection of his arms. If that bastard had done anything to her...

His thoughts were interrupted by Sophie stirring beside him, and she turned around and snuggled into him, pressing her face into the hollow of his neck and shoulder. 

'Mmmm, you smell good,' she murmured, sleepily. Daniel felt his heart skip a beat. Finding her nose, he kissed the tip of it, smiling as he spoke:

'So do you. Your hair smells nice.' 

Sophie smiled at him, and though he could not see it, he felt her cheeks curl up, found the indentations of her dimples and ran his finger over them lovingly. 

'Aww, thank you,' she said, as she reached up to give him a soft kiss on the lips, which quickly turned passionate. Daniel groaned as Sophie's tongue swept over his lips, teasing them, loving the way she sucked his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled at it, soothing it once she was done. He wound one hand through her hair, her gorgeous, silky hair, and the other found its way to her waist, pulling her in closer until she was on top of him. 

Daniel reveled in the feel of her weight on top of him, the way her perfect breasts felt pressed against his chest, and before he could help himself, his hands began to wander, wanting to trace every curve of her body and finally complete his mental picture of what she looked like. Sure, he knew she had curves from hugging her and dancing with her before, but they had just been friends then. 

Now he wanted to feel the weight of her breasts in his hands, wanted to feel over the scars he knew she must have from all the roughhousing they had done as kids, slide his hands over her ass and squeeze what he was sure was perfection (he had heard the other guys discuss Sophie and her shapely behind before) and know for himself what others had had the privilege of knowing all along. 

However, as his hands began to make their way down her back, tantalizingly close to the dip of her lower back, he felt her freeze, if only momentarily. Acutely conscious of her discomfort even through his lust-induced haze, he stopped his hands from going any further and pulled away. 

'Soph, you ok?' 

'I was, until a moment ago,' she teased, kissing him lightly as she nuzzled his nose. 'Why'd you stop?' 

'Because I felt you stiffen up when my hands started to go a little too low, and I'm sorry for that. I would never, ever do anything to you that would make you uncomfortable, you know that, right?' 

Sophie ignored the first part of his remark, but felt relief flooding through her veins at Daniel's promise to her, his words erasing the memory of Mike's hands on her body. She shuddered at that thought, involuntarily, which Daniel noticed, just as he heard the shake in her voice as she whispered 'thank you' into his ear before hugging him tightly. 

Daniel knew now beyond a shadow of a doubt that something had clearly happened to upset her, but realized that Sophie was not ready or willing to talk about it yet. And as much as it killed him to do so, he didn't trust himself not to startle her again because kissing her and touching her was every fantasy he'd ever had come to life. Controlling himself past a certain point with her was simply not possible, so he contented himself with holding her close, giving her all the strength and safety she needed as he absentmindedly kissed the top of her head and smoothed her hair with his free hand as they dozed off again.



Blind Love Ch. 06



***I know this is short, but the next chapter will make up for it, I promise. Thank you to all those who've read, rated and commented, I deeply appreciate it. However, if you're going to send nasty reviews, have the balls not to do it anonymously.***

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Several weeks had passed since the incident at Mike's house, and Sophie still hadn't been able to bring herself to talk about it with Daniel. He knew now beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mike had done something to Sophie that night, a thought that filled him with pure rage. Though Sophie had said nothing, her body had said everything; every time he and Sophie began to get closer physically, she would pull away from him, even if she didn't realize it. 

He didn't want to push the issue, but there was only so long his patience could last - the constant on-and-off nature of their physical relationship was driving him insane. He decided that if Sophie wouldn't say anything tonight, he would bring it up and hopefully get her to open up to him. 

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As her English teacher droned on about the analysis of the Shakespeare sonnet the class was studying, Sophie chewed her lip distractedly. 

Although she usually loved English class, she'd been having issues focusing lately as thoughts of Daniel ran through her mind. 

She knew she had to tell him, but she didn't know how. Her greatest fear though, was that his patience would give out and he would end things with her, and though she knew in her heart of hearts that Daniel was a far better person than Mike could ever hope to be, she could not silence the evil voice in the back of her mind that whispered that maybe, just maybe, Daniel would sympathize with Mike, would think her a cock-tease as well. 

As the bell rang, she pushed away her darker thoughts, steeling her resolve to go find Daniel and tell him they needed to talk. 

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Later that afternoon, Daniel found himself back in Sophie's room. The tone of her voice when she'd asked to talk to him indicated that she was finally ready to open up to him, which relieved him greatly. He had his dream girl, now he wanted them to be as happy as they could be. 

He sat on the side of her bed, waiting for her to begin. 

'Soph?' he asked, gently, and heard the sharp intake of her breath as she shakily replied, "yeah?"

"You ready to talk?" 

Come on Sophie, you can do this. 

She inhaled again, steadying her nerves, and then she began to speak, the words pouring out of her without her really realizing what she was saying. 

"Remember that night when I called, crying? Well, I'd been at Mike's and I know you tried to warn me, and I should have listened, but he...we were kissing, and I know I probably shouldn't have been such a tease, but he got angry, and he started to touch me and grab me and oh my god, Daniel, I was so scared..."

"Then what happened?" Daniel's voice came out as a low growl as his arm tightened protectively around Sophie's waist. The knowledge that that bastard had laid his hands on Sophie, his Sophie, and hurt her so badly in the process consumed him with thoughts of murderous revenge. 

'He...he tried to undo my jeans, and he couldn't, and I don't know how it happened, but I think I hit him somehow, and the next thing I knew he was swearing at me, but he wasn't pinning me down anymore, so I ran...I have no idea if he followed me, I was terrified he was right behind me, and when I finally stopped, that's when I called you, and I'm so glad you came. I was such a bitch to you, and you still came.' 

At this, Sophie lost the remnants of her composure and the tears began to fall quickly down her cheeks. Daniel pulled her in towards him, using his thumb to gently wipe away her tears, kissing her cheeks softly, while trying to calm her down. 

Once she had stopped sobbing, he turned her face towards his, for even though he couldn't look into her eyes, he wanted her to be able to see his face as he spoke to her. 

"Soph, listen to me. Mike is a bastard. A slimy, no-good, scum of the earth bastard. It doesn't matter what you were doing with him, no man ever has the right to touch you if you don't want to be touched. Him telling you you were being a tease was his way of excusing his asshole tendencies." 

"Do you mean you don't think I'm a tease?" 

The timidity and fright in her voice ripped through Daniel's heart. 

"No. Don't you ever think that, at least not in a bad way. Soph, you are beautiful, and you are perfect, and if I could do anything to erase the memory of what that bastard did to you, I would do it in a heartbeat." 

She pondered this thought for a moment. 

"Actually, there is," she replied, softly. 

"What is it? I'll do anything if you think it'll help." 

Daniel knew there must be a smile tugging at her lips, for he heard it in her voice, but that didn't stop his body from responding with an instant hard-on when she leaned in and whispered into his ear: 

"Touch me."



Blind Love Ch. 07



Sorry this has taken so long - I've been reading lots of stories for inspiration, and this is my first time writing any kind of sex scene, so feedback is appreciated (good or constructive). Enjoy!

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"Touch me." 

Daniel's brain took a moment to process what Sophie had just said to him, even as other parts of his body reacted instantly to the mindblowingly sexy combination of her words, her whisper, and the way her warm breath tickled his ear. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, swallowing hard, wanting to make absolutely certain that this was real, that he had not died and gone to heaven. 

"Yes." 

Sophie's consent was all Daniel needed. 

He began with her face - tracing its shape with both of his hands, running the tips of his fingers over her cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, chin, filling in the shape of her face in his mind's eye.  He ran his thumb over her lips, dragging it over the fullness of her lower lip, a sense of smug satisfaction filling him as he heard the subtle change in her breathing as it became heavier. 

From here he moved to her ears, marveling at their softness, then down the sides of her neck. He felt the hollow of her collarbone, imagined what it would be like to run his tongue along the groove it made, and losing his restraint, leaned in and bit lightly at the curve of her neck, his tongue soothing the spot. She tasted sweet, like vanilla. He wanted more. Hearing Sophie gasp, Daniel moved back up and took her earlobe between his teeth, tracing it with the tip of his tongue, causing Sophie to squirm against him. 

"Do you like that?" he whispered, huskily. 

"Mmmm hmmm" was the only response Sophie could manage. The way Daniel was flicking at her earlobe was driving her to distraction, and causing a whole host of interesting sensations throughout her body. Fiery, liquid hot sensations. 

Regaining her senses, she said teasingly "but I asked you to touch me, not taste," . 

"Fine," grumbled Daniel as he moved away, but not before making her see stars by sucking at an absolutely delicious spot just below her ear. 

It took all the power he possessed not to rip off her clothes right then and there, to tease her mercilessly with his hands and his mouth, and the only thing holding him back was the knowledge that Sophie was not ready. Though her tone had been light-hearted, he knew she would not stop him had she felt comfortable. 

He resumed his explorations, finding, to his delight, that Sophie was wearing a tank top that day. Lightly, he skimmed his fingers over the expanse of her skin, reveling in how soft it felt. He ran both hands down her arms, and then focused his attentions on one hand at a time, rubbing his thumb over each palm, feeling its grooves, its lines, before intertwining his fingers with hers. 

Moving back up her arms, he began to slowly caress the top of her chest, his fingers gently playing over her skin until he felt the swell of her breasts begin under the tips of his fingers. He teased them both by running his hands back and forth at the neckline of her top, grinning when Sophie made a tiny whimpering noise in the back of her throat, urging him lower, which he willingly obliged. He ran his hands down to the underside of her breasts, cupping them in the palms of his hands, and just to be a tease, glided his thumbs over Sophie's nipples, groaning silently as he felt them instantly stiffen under his touch. 

He continued to tease her, brushing slowly, rhythmically, back and forth over her nipples, loving the knowledge that he was making her moan softly as he felt her back arch slightly off the bed towards him. 

Sophie was stunned by how incredible this felt, how each movement of his thumbs across her sensitized nipples resulted in sparks shooting downwards, causing a deep ache between her legs.  It had never felt this good when she'd touched herself this way, and the tender way in which Daniel was caressing her could not have been more different to the painful, frightening groping she'd suffered at Mike's hands. She pushed all thoughts of Mike from her mind and focused instead on the delightful sensations of Daniel's hands on her body, aware that she was rapidly becoming extremely wet. 

As he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs, she realized the mewling sounds filling the room were coming from her throat, as the feelings Daniel created in her took her to a new level. 

As awesome as it was hearing Sophie groan with pleasure, Daniel reluctantly decided he had better continue his explorations. Running his hands down the soft curve of her waist, and over the round fullness of her hips, he kneaded her belly lightly. 

His fingers grazed down the curve of her hip as it directed him down towards hidden treasures, and a burst of inspiration prompted him to press his palm firmly against her pubic area, producing even more spectacular sound effects from Sophie. 

He ached to touch her, tease her, make her moan, drive her slowly insane until she could take it no more, but he wanted her to ask for it. To beg him to touch her, to make her explode with pleasure. 

He knew though, that he would have to coax this out of her, and so he diverted his attentions to her legs, his hands never stopping until he reached her feet.  They felt tiny and perfect, just like Sophie. He began to rub her feet, then her shapely calves, before finally returning to her thighs, massaging the outsides but barely touching the insides. 

Sophie could not focus on anything except the feel of Daniel's hands on her body, the ache between her legs that had become persistent, stronger. Somehow, her brain regained its senses long enough to find some words to communicate just how badly she craved his touch.

"Daniel...ohhhh...please...please...' 

The urgency in her tone drove him wild, but he couldn't resist teasing her. 

"Please what?" he asked, innocently. 

"Touch me..." 

"Touch you where?" 

Unable to respond because of the light circles Daniel was tracing on her inner thigh, where her shorts ended, Sophie simply grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her clit. 

"Here." 

For the second time that afternoon, Daniel's mind believed he had died and gone to heaven. He wasted no time in slipping her shorts down her legs before returning his hand to where she had placed it. Even through her panties (which, though they seemed to be made of just plain cotton could not have been hotter to him) he could feel how hot and damp she was, but he wanted her to see stars. To be the one who made her see stars. 

His thumb slid in slow, deliciously agonizing circles over her clit, occasionally pressing down on the hardening nub so he could enjoy her gasp of surprise and pleasure. One finger dipped lower, feeling her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties.  Finally, unable to take it any longer, he deftly pulled down her panties to allow him better access. 

Once they were out of the way, he resumed his attentions. He stroked over her clit, easy to find in its engorged state, then delicately traced the outline of her lips before letting his finger go lower, relishing how wet she was, how wet he had made her. Finding the spot he sought, he slid his finger into her in one, fluid motion, producing a shout of pleasure from Sophie. 

"Ohmigod Daniel ohhhhhh my god!" 

She bucked sharply upwards, causing his finger to hit her g-spot, and rendering her incoherent. Pleasure overwhelmed her brain, all she could focus on was getting his finger to hit that spot again. When Daniel slipped a second finger inside her and simultaneously rolled her clit between his fingers, she exploded, crying out his name as she came. 

Daniel drank in every moment - the trembling of her body, the contractions of her muscles around his fingers, the flood of wetness between her thighs as she had climaxed in spectacular fashion.  And he had done it. He could not help but feel smug. 

As her climax waned, he continued to thrust his fingers slowly in and out of her, causing small aftershocks of pleasure to course through her body until she softly laid her hand on top of his, signaling him to stop. He pulled up her panties and then slid up the bed until he found her head, and propped himself up alongside her. 

He grinned at her. "Had fun?" 

She snuggled against him before replying. "Oh my god. Where did you learn to do that?" 

"Oh, you know, here and there. I've had lots of practice," he teased. 

Sophie smacked him lightly on the arm. "Yeah, right. Seriously though, that was..." her voice trailed off as she realized she didn't quite have the vocabulary to tell him he'd taken her to the stars and back again. 

He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I kid, I kid. I've done some online learning in the hopes of furthering my education," he said, he with as much seriousness as he could muster. 

"Uh huh," came the light-hearted reply. 

"What?! A mind is a terrible thing to waste!" 

Sophie grinned at him, and he heard it in her voice as she leaned in closer and whispered, "I would hardly call that a waste, would you?" Daniel said nothing, choosing instead to give her his reply with a kiss. As she rolled into his arms and flung her legs over his, Daniel smiled to himself. 

No, this wasn't heaven. This was something much, much better.



Blind Love Ch. 08



**I apologize, first of all, for the horrendously long time it has taken me to get this chapter written, but as I promised, the story is not dead yet! I also apologize for the darker tones of this chapter and the lack of sexual content, but that will be remedied shortly, I promise!**



Sophie could not stop smiling. She probably looked completely foolish, but she just did not care. Daniel had put that smile on her face, and over the past few weeks had made her nothing less than deliriously happy. Their relationship was still a secret, even from Tom, but Sophie kind of liked it that way. The secrecy made things more fun, and definitely much hotter. 

She grinned, thinking of the half-dozen times a day their hands "accidentally" brushed against each other, how they played footsie under the table during lunch in the cafeteria, the way they would sneak into the stairwells just before class started to steal all-too-brief kisses. A part of her felt irrationally afraid that once the newness and the secrecy of their relationship wore off, their passion would fade, but the more rational part of her brain chided her for thinking such ridiculous things. She knew that there was no way of knowing what the future held, and that they had been together barely a month, but somehow this felt like a sure thing. It was all she could do to prevent herself from planning out the details of their future together. She just couldn't help it. 

She was still lost in happy thoughts when she walked into the bathroom, so preoccupied that it took her a few moments to realize that the other girl in the bathroom was sobbing. Sophie thought she recognized the girl, a freshman or a sophomore, she wasn't quite sure, from her French class, and she felt that she ought to do something to comfort her, but had no idea where to begin. 

"Are you ok?" 

The other girl, a very pretty brunette, continued to sob, but managed a "yes" between hiccupping sobs and gulps of air. Sophie said nothing, waiting patiently for the girl to calm down, handing her tissues so that she felt like she was doing something at least slightly useful. When the girl seemed to be over the worst of her crying jag, she splashed her face with some cold water. Turning to face Sophie, she spoke. 

"Thank you," she said, her breath still coming in uneven gasps. 

"You're sure you're ok?" Sophie asked, kindly

"I was," the girl replied, "until Mike Simpson came along." 

Sophie felt her heart give a tiny lurch at the mention of Mike's name. 

"What did he do to make you so upset?" Sophie realized she dreaded the girl's response. Her heart was racing, her stomach filled with nausea-inducing butterflies.   "I really liked him," the girl said, sadly. "And then he started paying attention to me, and I thought I was someone special. I mean, he's Mike Simpson, and I'm just a freshman and he noticed me." 

Sophie felt sick. The girl's feelings were uncomfortably familiar. She could have been Sophie only a few short weeks ago. 

"I know how that feels," she murmured sympathetically.

The girl gave Sophie a grateful smile, fresh tears flowing down her face. 

"It's just, you never expect a guy like him to notice a girl like you. And then he starts talking to you, and inviting you over for some beers and to play pool, and then before you know it, you're alone in his bedroom..."

Sophie's stomach lurched again, the bile rising in her throat. What had she saved herself from?

"What happened?" Sophie asked gently, not wanting to force the girl into talking about her ordeal, but she sensed that the girl desperately needed to tell someone what had happened. Her instincts proved right when the girl seized the opportunity, gathering her courage and spilling out everything in one long stream of words:

"So we'd had a few beers, and we went up to his room, everyone else had left. And we started making out, and then his hands started to move, and that's ok, but then they started to go lower and lower and I didn't want to keep going, and I told him that, but he wouldn't listen. He said I really did want it, I just didn't know it, and he was going to show me how much fun it could be. And...and I tried to stop him, I really did, but he wouldn't listen and the more I struggled the more he kept going, and he had this sick smile on his face, like he knew it was hurting me, but he kept saying if I relaxed, I would enjoy myself. I don't really remember what else happened, I kind of blanked out. I know he was telling me I was enjoying it because I was getting turned on. The next thing I know he's hitting my arm and pinching me, telling me to be more interested, to stop being such a frigid bitch, and then he kicked me out of his room. And when I saw him this morning, I smiled at him, and he looked at me as if I were a piece of trash, and then he said something to his friends and they all kind of looked at me and started laughing. I just feel so worthless. And stupid. How did I ever believe he could really like me?"

She looked suddenly spent, the torrent of emotion behind her words draining her. Sophie didn't know what compelled her to do so, but she found herself reaching out to the girl and hugging her, tightly. "Don't worry," she heard herself say. "You are not a piece of trash, trust me. Mike is. I know - he made me feel the same way." 

The other girl looked at her in shock. "I'm not the only one?" 

Sophie shook her head, a grim look on her face. 

"If that bastard has tried to force both of us, I'm willing to bet he's done the same to other girls. What's your name?" It occured to Sophie that if they were going to take on Mike and take him down, she would at least need to know the name of her first ally. 

"I'm Hannah," the other girl said. 

"Alright, Hannah. We need to do something. I don't know what, but we need to do something. This douchebag has pulled this crap for the last time. Are you in?" 

Hannah hesitated a moment, then smiled tentatively, extending her hand. "I'm in." 

----- Sophie left the bathroom feeling highly perturbed. It was obvious that Mike had taken advantage of numerous other vulnerable girls - he had to have. But then why had she never heard anything about Mike? She wasn't the world's biggest gossip queen, but she considered herself to be fairly upto date on most of it, and yet, she had never heard a single thing, not even a rumor about Mike's treatment. The silence was both frightening and unnerving, and she wanted to find out why. These thoughts ran through her mind for the rest of the day, distracting her from everything else around her. She remained so distracted when she went to get her books from her locker at the end of the day that she didn't notice when Daniel appeared beside her.  

He quickly realized that she had not registered his presence, so he leaned in from behind to whisper into her ear. 

"Hey, beautiful, you've been driving me crazy all day. I can't wait to get you alone." 

His words, however, failed to have the intended effect. Instead, his sudden appearance startled Sophie, and his voice made her leap forward slightly before turning around to face him and realizing it was Daniel. Upon seeing him, she relaxed a little, and gave him a quick hug. 

"What's wrong?" he asked? He couldn't see her facial expression, but everything else he could sense about her screamed tension. "Bad day?" 

"Something like that," Sophie replied, amazed once again at how well he could read her. 

"Want to talk about it?"

She reached out and gave his hand a grateful squeeze. "I do, but not now. When we get to my house?" 

"Sure thing." He gave her hand a squeeze in return and restrained his urge to question her until they arrived. 

--------------------- Later that afternoon, Sophie and Daniel lay comfortably entwined on her bed. Leg over leg, Daniel's arms around her, her head laying gently on his chest - it was the safest, best feeling in the world. As Sophie snuggled in a little closer to him, Daniel tightened his arms around her, kissing the top of her head softly. He still couldn't believe this was real. 

Finally, Sophie broke the silence. 

"So this morning, I was in the bathroom, and there was this girl from my French class in there, crying. We started talking, and it turns out Mike tried to basically rape this girl, and then he said he would tell everyone what a whore she was if she said anything. And I just...I want to stop this bastard. He can't keep doing this." She began to cry softly. Daniel pulled her in even tighter, and kissed the top of her head. He didn't tend towards violence normally, but this was the one time where he felt he would be willing to make an exception. 

"What are you thinking of doing?" he asked, gently, after a few moments. 

"I don't know yet, but I'm going to do something. If he's tried to force me, and force Hannah, then chances are, he's tried to force other girls too. I just need to get them to speak up."

Daniel found her face with his hands and used his thumb to gently wipe away the damp trails left by her tears. 

"Sophie Jones," he whispered, "You are amazing and strong and it is an honor to know you." 

She tilted her face upwards and kissed him, softly, tasting the saltiness from her lips on his. 

"Thank you," she whispered back. 

They lay in comfortable silence for a few more moments, kissing occassionally for comfort, and before they knew it, they had both drifted off. ---------------- "What the hell?!?!" Tom's angry voice awoke the two of them with a start. "What the fuck is going on here?" 

'Oh shit,' thought Daniel. The two of them had discussed how best to tell Tom about their relationship, but Daniel was certain none of the scenarios had involved Tom walking in on them like this. 

"Tom, calm down," said Sophie. 

"What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded, again. He turned to face Daniel. "What the hell are you doing in my sister's bed?"

"Tom, man, listen..." Daniel began. 

"Not that it's any of your business," Sophie interrupted, increasingly irritated with Tom's tone of voice, "but the two of us are together." 

"What the hell, Daniel, she's my sister!" 

"Look, Tom, it's not what you think..." Daniel tried desperately to find the right words, knowing full well that when Tom got angry like this, he became impossible to reason with.

"I think it's exactly what I think. You are in bed. With my sister. WITH MY LITTLE SISTER" Tom yelled, his face flushing with anger. 

"TOM!" shouted Sophie, "Shut the HELL up! This is NOT your business, I am NOT a baby, and I want to be with Daniel, so you had better get used to it, whether you like it or not." 

Tom did not look at all pleased to hear this, and focused his ire on Daniel instead. "Goddamnit, we've been friends for our whole lives and this is how you repay me? Some friend you are, cradle-robber." With that, he turned and stalked out of Sophie's room, slamming the door behind him. 

As enraged as she still was with her brother, Sophie knew that his words had hurt Daniel, deeply. "Hey," she said, tugging his arm gently, "don't listen to him. You are not a cradle-robber. He'll realize he's being an ass sooner or later." With that she gave him a peck on the cheek. 

Daniel sighed. "You're right," he said, "but it still sucks. I would have thought he'd be happy for me, happy for us."

"He will be, once he gets that stick out of his ass," said Sophie. "You know how he gets when he gets up on his high and mighty horse, and you know he's always been protective of me. Let him calm down and then we can try talking to him again. C'mon, cheer up," she urged, playfully. 

Daniel still looked subdued and glum until Sophie began to place teasing little kisses along his jaw line, inching ever closer to his mouth. When his lips finally captured hers, the two of them collapsed back on her bed, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and sweet, tender kisses filled with love.