0 comments/ 4122 views/ 0 favorites Gently Does It By: Laydon Note: This story takes a long time to get to the sex and the one in this chapter isn't that great. If all you want to do is to get off, this is not the story, although I guess if you wanted to get off, you wouldn't be looking in the "Novels and Novellas" section :D ------------>Tory Hi, I'm Tory. I'm apparently a girl genius, although you would never be able to tell when I talk. Extreme genius. I graduated from high school when I was 12. Now, I'm 18 and working on my Master's in English. I pretty much live at the university, rooming with another girl. This other girl, Hazel, has a small problem, which I will explain later. This first part's all about me, myself and I. As conceited as that may seem, you have a need to know this information in order to get my story. Like I said, I'm 18. When I was in high school, I was made fun of almost incessantly. They'd had various nicknames for me: Mantis because I was so thin (not my fault), Ginger because of my hair (not my fault either, except it's more brown now), Pancake because of how flat I was (I was 12, pretty self-explanatory) and there were loads more that I can't remember right now because it's been so long already. My worst tormentor was a boy who was 17 back then. His name was - is - Chase. He was a regular "bad boy", and he had been held back a few grades. It's not that he wasn't smart, it was because he was suspended so many times that he had to redo the grades over and over again. Despite the extreme teasing I got from him, I found myself developing a giant crush on him. Of course, I was only 12 back then and I was way too shy to do anything about it. He helped me, in a way, to develop some confidence in my age and my brains. It was a new school year, or at least, around the time when the high school graduates kinda trickled in nervously to check out their new, gigantic school. I did my part in ignoring them and stalked off to the bar. Now, in Canada, they had randomly decided to change the age minimum for alcohol consumption from 18 to 19, so I technically was not allowed in the bar, but the bartender, Brent, had a soft spot right in the center of his being just for me and allowed me inside. He kept the crazies away from me and he never gave me alcoholic drinks. I waited for Hazel's taxi to come up when the door swung open and a bunch of extremely raucous freshmen came stampeding in like they owned the place. They were all yelling orders at Brent and laughing when suddenly, a voice like a whipcrack just came out of nowhere. "GUYS!" They immediately shut up. A tall guy - I'd say about 6 feet - with sandy blonde hair and the lightest blue eyes I'd ever seen came up. I was about to thank him for silencing them when he climbed up onto the bar table and shouted, "PARTAYYYYY!!" So much for silencing them. Pretty soon, each and every single one of the freshers were drunk except for that guy. He just watched them with those amazing blue eyes, which I loved so much that I'll describe them just for you right now. There's actually really nothing that I can say that can do them justice. All there is to tell is that they were like the whites of his eyes tinted just a light shade of blue. Even though it was pretty dark in the bar, his pupils were not dilated. I started thinking about how similar he was to someone I had met before, but I had no idea who. Just when the name was ready to come bursting into the light, I heard a car honk outside and Brent shouted, "Hey, Tory, Hazel's here!" I never did tell you what was so special about Hazel, did I? Well, the thing is, she was, and still is, blind. I had a "special treatment" that I did every morning for her that didn't restore her eyesight, but gave her a bit more of a will to live. When I first met her, she was a complete outsider from the rest of the world, but with my "treatment", she got better and was even looking forward to the challenges. Since she's blind, extremely crowded places, like bars, aren't that great for her health and sanity. In fact, she'd never really socialized before she met me. I started dragging her into the bar every once in a while and she got used to it. We would meet every week at the college bar and she would usually arrive in a "taxi" as the campus staff called it (it was just a broken down golf cart that one of the autoshop people fixed). The taxi was driven by a nice but nerdy guy whose name I could never remember. Anyway, I went out to meet her. I dragged her in and we had a normal night out, except I could occasionally feel the guy-with-the-eyes staring at me (I have this habit of calling people nicknames before I find out their real names). At about 3 in the morning, Brent cleared out the bar. There were only me, Hazel and the guy-with-the-eyes. Suddenly, it came to me. "Chase," I whispered. "Shaddup," he mumbled, his face flat against the bar. Brent poked Chase gingerly with one of those cocktail-umbrella-toothpick-thingies and shrugged. "Looks stoned to me," he said, "better take 'im home." I protested against this idea and told Brent to take him or leave him. Brent gave me one of his death glares and I immediately started trying to get Chase off the stool. So, there I was, at 3 in the morning trying to get a drunk guy who was 6 feet tall and who seemed to be a giant muscle off a stool and somehow into his dorm. The saddest part was, I had to get Hazel to help. We somehow got to the cart and the nerdy guy came and tried to help us, not that he really did anything that helped us. "OK," he [the nerdy guy] said, "where to?" I realized I didn't know where Chase lived. "Umm... just drive to my dorm and we'll figure it out from there," I said. We got back to the dorm and got him all the way to the couch. I bade the nerdy guy goodbye, showed Hazel to her part of our dorm and crashed. --------->Chase You know, it was pretty weird how I met Tory. I remember going to this great prestigious university for the first time, running into the bar, getting drunk and then blacking out. I also remember, between getting drunk and blacking out, not being able to take my eyes off of this girl. She looked so pissed when I told my fellow freshmen to party and I was instantaneously intrigued. Her body was... different from most of the girls I'd dated, not curvaceous with huge boobs and a tiny waste or a skeleton. Tory was... willowy, I'd say, although even that's not quite right. She had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, with either brownish red hair or reddish brown hair, I could never tell. After blacking out, I woke up. Well, no duh, but I woke up to the smell of bacons and eggs and a huge-ass hangover. I ran to the bathroom and retched. The nausea was overwhelming. Then, I heard some foot steps and someone lifting my head up. Well, there I was, slumped over a freaking toilet and I felt my head dragged back, almost to the point of pain. I found myself looking into the deep green vortexes, for lack of a better word, that seemed to observe me coldly, clinically. Tory [although I didn't know her name then] smirked as she gave one last sweep of my face and released my hair, letting my head bang against the toilet seat. I heard her turn and go, with a... dark chocolate?... yeah, that's right, dark chocolate scent trailing after her. I breathed it in and instantly felt better. I stumbled through their dorm (it was huge, almost like an apartment instead of a tiny room) until I found the kitchen. There were indeed bacon and eggs on the table and I staggered over, plopping myself into the chair. There was already someone at the table, a strange girl with staring, cool grey eyes and mousy brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She turned to look at me and stuck her hand out. "Hello, I'm Hazel." I didn't know what to do, so I did what I would have done with anyone else. I shook her hand and said, "Hi Hazel, I'm Chase." She might have been attractive once, but her staring eyes, chapped lips and frumpy clothes made her look... really... freaky. Also, her face was completely expressionless and her voice was practically monotone. "Oops, sorry Hazel," Tory said. Sorry for what? I wondered. Tory then did something really weird. She put everything she was holding down and walked over to Hazel. She stood behind Hazel for a bit with both hands on her [Hazel's] shoulders, whispering something right into her ear. Slowly, Hazel turned her head around and twisted her body a bit until her face was looking right at Tory's face and Tory bent forward and kissed her. I felt myself getting a bit hot, watching Tory's tongue slowly push into Hazel's mouth and vice versa. One of Tory's hand wandered from Hazel's chin to her jaw and up to her hair, where it pulled off the elastic and supported her head. The other went south. I couldn't stop staring, and I just watched as Tory kept pushing until Hazel was practically horizontal on her chair (not really comfortably, but she took it in stride). Tory suddenly pulled from the kiss to look at me. My breath caught in my throat and I watched a strand of hair fall over her face and I could feel her eyes boring into mine. She had one knee on Hazel's chair that helped her hand support Hazel (still almost horizontal). Her other hand appeared to be working Hazel. I couldn't stop looking. "Enjoying the show?" Tory asked, a curious half-smile on her face. I couldn't answer. I just stared and stared, not saying anything even when Hazel suddenly climaxed, one hand gripping the back of the chair, the other clinging onto the table. Her body shuddered and her head was impossibly far back. She was completely soundless, except for her panting breaths and the occasional "Oh, God." Tory had stopped looking at me and was gently stroking Hazel's hair and kissing her. The strange half-smile was still there. Gently Does It Carlene's initial seduction had been a very gentle affair. And it had been a seduction, pure and simple. Carlene had had no intention of losing her virginity before she was married. She had definitely not intended to lose it at the beach, when she might have been caught in flagrant delicto, so to speak. It had started off simply enough. Carlene had a new bikini and the different strapping meant that the old strapping showed up as tan lines. Or, rather, as no-tan lines. Carlene had been having a quiet grumble about it. Adam, her fiancé, had a suggestion. "Listen, sweetheart," he said. "Why don't we just head back into the dunes a little. You can do a little topless sun-bathing. I'll be there to fend off anyone who happens to come along so it'll be safe enough. And we might be able to pash on a little," he added with a grin. Carlene had given him an up and under look. She knew damn well pashing on was his reason, not respect for her wants regarding tan lines. Still, a bit of necking wouldn't hurt and Adam did have a gentle touch. Accordingly, Carlene went quietly with Adam into the dunes. Things went very much as Carlene expected. Adam selected a relatively private place and spread out their towels. Settling Carlene on her towel, Adam thoughtfully unclipped her top, letting the sun work on those unsightly tan-lines. After a while, with the sun warming them nicely, Adam suggested sunscreen wouldn't go amiss. Carlene nodded and reached for the bottle, only to have it held out of reach. "I can do it," she was told. "Lie on your tummy." Carlene laughed and obeyed, and Adam started rubbing on the sunscreen. Starting at her feet he worked his way up. He paid particular attention to her inner thighs, Carlene noticed, but didn't actually trespass onto areas that they'd agreed were off limits for the time being. A slap on her bottom told her it was time to roll over. Smiling, Carlene did, and Adam started back down at her feet. Again Adam appeared to spend extra time around certain areas as he moved up, pushing the limits a little but not, quite, breaking them. It was different when he reached her breasts. If they were bare they were fair game according to Adam, and he enjoyed playing with them. Truth to tell, Carlene enjoyed him touching them as well. The sunscreen was tossed aside. Now Adam was making her pay for his services, kissing and fondling. There again, Carlene was right with him, kissing and fondling him back. Not that she let the monster out of his bathers, but she could feel it pressing against its restraints, and enjoyed teasing it. It was while Adam was suckling on a nipple that Carlene became aware of imminent trespass. A hand was tracing along her bikini waistband, slipping under the rim. OK. With a bikini that small it couldn't be called a waistband. Possibly a pussy shield? Whatever, it was a no-no. "Adam," Carlene warned him, pushing his hand away. "No going under the clothes. You know that." "Never hurts to try, sweetheart," murmured Adam, "but I'll stay with uncovered areas if that's what you want." Relieved, Carlene let the fun continue, confident that Adam would respect her wishes and go so far and no further. She enjoyed his hands running over her and couldn't wait to be married. Carlene barely noticed the hand running up and down the side of her leg until it changed directions and moved sidewards, crossing onto her mound. Her uncovered mound, she realised with a shock. "What?" she gasped, looking down at herself. The tie to the side of her bikini was no longer tied. Adam had then brushed the bikini aside, leaving her completely exposed. Or she would have been if Adam hadn't been covering her. "Adam," Carlene protested. "Hey, it's uncovered so it's OK," said Adam, laughing at her. "It is most definitely not OK," gasped Carlene. "Cover me immediately." "I've been waiting to hear those words," said Adam, and before Carlene could grasp his meaning he had rolled over and was lying on top of her. And the monster was loose, she realised. He'd slipped his bathers down and now his erection was pressing against her slit. "Adam," Carlene protested again, already knowing it was too late and he was sliding between her lips and into her. Before Carlene could protest again Adam was past her hymen, leaving Carlene with a fleeting memory of a sudden sting, and was sinking fully into her. Carlene glared up at Adam who continued to smile down at her. Even while she glared at him Carlene could feel Adam starting to move. She tried to hold herself stiff, angry at him for breaking their agreement. Unfortunately, she was already excited and ready for him, and Adam's gentle movements quickly had her responding. Adam continued to take Carlene gently. They moved together slowly, excitement building. Neither felt the need to go faster. They were enjoying themselves. Adam deliberately controlled the pace, just slowly building up Carlene's tension and excitement. Carlene was tossing her head back and forth, knowing something was happening and wanting that something. Adam's gentle movements were driving her to distraction. Excitement was raging through her and she didn't know what to do. Adam ploughed gently onwards, holding Carlene poised at a near climax, enjoying the way she twisted under him, gasping with need. Finally realising he either had to stop or finish, Adam gave that little extra push that took Carlene over the edge, shuddering and screaming, the screams muffled by Adam's hand covering her mouth. He lay there, looking down at her, smiling as Carlene struggled back to rationality. "Carlene," he murmured, when she finally seemed to have it all together again, "we are not going to continue to wait until we're married. When we want to do it, we will. OK." Carlene looked up at Adam. Mentally, she shrugged. Too late to say no, now. Besides, she'd enjoyed that. She nodded. That initial seduction established the pattern for Carlene and Adam's sex life. Adam always initiated it, repeating the gentle performance of their initial coming together. As far as Adam was concerned, if something works once, why change it? The wedding day came and went. After marriage, Carlene would occasionally let Adam know she was in the mood, but it still fell substantially on Adam's shoulders to make the running. Until the day of the barbecue. It was a hot day and it seemed half the neighbourhood was at the barbecue. It was noisy and it was fun. The host had effectively thrown his house open and everyone was coming and going. Carlene was in the house, just returning from nature's call, when Mike suddenly pounced. "Ha, Carlene," he snapped triumphantly. "Just the person I was hoping to find. I want to show you something." Mike turned and headed up the stairs, apparently assuming that Carlene would follow him. Curious, she did. Mike was more just a neighbour than a friend. He was a big burly extravert, loud mouthed and seemingly always happy, a real glad-hander. Mike stopped outside a closed door and indicated that Carlene should be silent. He then opened the door slightly, indicating she should look. Puzzled, Carlene peeped through the gap in the door, blushed and turned away. Although she couldn't identify who the people were it was obvious what they were doing. "Why show them to me?" she demanded, shocked. "Because," said Mike with an evil smile, "the woman is Melanie, my wife. And guess who the man is?" Adam? Carlene saw red. Turning towards the bedroom she was prepared to go in, snatch Melanie bald and choke Adam with the hair. She'd kill him. She'd kill both of them. Mike moved first, blocking off her attempt to go charging in. Holding her arm, he hustled her across the hall and into another room. Another bedroom, Carlene noticed in passing. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander," said Mike tritely. "What?" said Carlene, glaring at him. Mike raised his eyes to the heavens. God save him from idiots. "What I mean is that while Adam is in there screwing my wife, I'm going to be in here, screwing his. That's you," Mike added, in case Carlene failed to get his meaning. Carlene blinked. In the mood she was in that seemed fair and reasonable. Maybe some gentle loving would help her to regain control of her temper. "Oh," she said. Her hands dropped to the waist of her yoga pants. "I suppose you'll want me to slip these off." Carlene heard a muttered "give me strength," from Mike, and then he was reaching for her. Carlene found herself spun around and pushed forward until she was leaning over the bed. Her hands automatically landed on the bed to hold her propped up. "There's no need to be rough," Carlene started to say, but found herself gasping in surprise before more than a word or two escaped her lips. Without wasting any time Mike had taken hold of her yoga pants and simply yanked them down, taking her panties with them. A foot on her ankle pushed her legs further apart and a hand roughly closed over her mound, squeezing it. "What are you doing," gasped Carlene, and promptly found out when she felt Mike push her lips apart and his cock invade her. No gentle easing in of an erection, this. Mike just charged ruthlessly into Carlene, possessing her as though he had the right. All Carlene knew was that one moment she was standing talking to Mike and the next she was bent over the bed, her pants and panties were gone and she was full of cock. And not, she realised, a cock that was going to gently take her up to a nice little climax. This cock didn't seem to give a damn about her feelings and was going on a wild rampage within her. Carlene squealed, hurriedly trying to adjust to Mike's demands upon her body. She was quite sure she had never been fucked so hard and fast as she was being fucked now. Mike was ploughing full strength into her, leaving her to respond as best she could. At the same time his hands were pushing up her top and bra and grasping for her breasts. Now she was being assaulted by cock and hands as Mike made free of her body. Gasping, Carlene was frantically humping her bottom, eager to match Mike's driving lunges. She could feel herself twisting, pushing her breasts harder against his groping hands, relishing the way he was mauling her, enjoying the rough way he was tormenting her nipples. Carlene couldn't believe the feelings that were racing through her. She hadn't known sex could be like this. Why hadn't Adam shown her? She pushed herself hard against Mike, taking him deep with each thrust. The sheer violence of their mating kept the whole thing brief. It seemed to Carlene that she'd barely started enjoying herself when Mike started driving home harder than ever, effectively picking her up and throwing her at a climax. Carlene snatched up a pillow and buried her face in it as she screamed her release. Carlene lent on the bed, shuddering in the aftermath of the rough sex. She vaguely felt Mike disengaging and moving away. She was fumbling to pull up her pants when she heard Mike swear. Looking over at Mike, Carlene saw that he was staring out the window at something. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing's wrong," said Mike cheerfully. "Melanie is outside chatting with her friends. That wasn't her in the bedroom, after all." Three steps and Carlene was looking out the window. Following Mike's line of sight she quickly spotted Melanie, sitting with a group of friends, chatting. Carlene's head swivelled to where most of the men were gathered. There was Adam, still at the same place where she'd last seen him, skulling another beer. "My bad," laughed Mike, giving her a friendly swat on the bottom. "Sorry about that. Still, no harm done." Carlene stared after Mike as he departed, whistling. No harm done? She wondered if Adam would agree when he found out his sexual performance had to improve dramatically? Tidying herself, Carlene returned to the barbecue.