1 comments/ 43928 views/ 3 favorites A Beautiful Night By: krystyl251 Katie was having a bad day. Yes, some distant part of her was excited about her date tonight, but the rest of her was consumed with the mundane monstrosity that was her life. Annoyed, she glared at her hateful manager, who had spent the day griping at her about nearly every aspect of her job, driving Katie closer and closer to the ever present edge. Idly, she returned her glance to her computer screen and decided to check her e-mail. With any luck, she’d actually have a message to distract her. She was mildly surprised to see a message from Brian, the boy she was going out with that night. They had met each other online and had been talking on the phone for a few days, but had never actually met each other in person yet, and they both were excited about that eventuality. She read the e-mail and couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across her face. Brian had confessed to visiting the bank where she worked the day before, just to see what she looked like because he couldn’t wait until Friday. She wasn’t mad, as perhaps she ought to have been, but instead started to think about the day before. She remembered seeing him in here, he had even asked her a question, but she hadn’t been sure it was really him, so she hadn’t said anything about it. She had told herself she was being paranoid since there was no reason for him to be in her bank – he didn’t even live in the area. Yet despite all of that, she now knew it was true – she had already met her mystery man. Katie vaguely wondered what the other customers thought of her when she helped them while wearing a huge smile on her face, she was usually so reserved at work. She breezed through the last hour before she could leave and then went on to the next unpleasant task of the day – trying to get the money that her ex owed her from a few weeks ago. She wasn’t even going to ask about the $1500 he owed her from when they were living together and she supported them both by tapping into her credit cards. She was too tired and depressed to worry about that today. She drove down to the store where he worked and wandered the aisles for a few minutes trying to find him. She didn’t see him out on the floor. “Great,” she thought, “now I’ve got to try and fish him out of the back room.” She went to the back of the store and asked one of the other employees if Bill wa sin the back. “Bill! Someone to see you!” He finally emerged from the back and didn’t look any too happy to see his ex standing there looking at him pointedly. “I don’t have it,” he said, not even having the good grace to seem apologetic. “What’s your excuse this time?” “They didn’t pay me yet.” “You told me I could pick it up from you today – you’ve got to stop doing this to me. When will I be able to pick it up from you?” “When I get paid later.” “Look, I can’t come back here later to pick it up, I’ve got plans. I’m not gonna be able to see you again until at least Sunday…” “So?” “So, are you still gonna have it on Sunday, or are you going to spend it on me again?” “I dunno,” he shrugged. “Wrong answer. That’s when you’re supposed to say ‘Don’t worry, I’ll have it for you,’ not ‘I don’t know.’” “Fine, come pick it up on Sunday!” “Fine!” He turned on his heel and returned to his work, while Katie stormed out of the store, almost knocking a display over as she went. It was time for her next stop. The next problem of the day to solve had to do with her car insurance. Her insurance company had cancelled her coverage a month and a half before for no reason at all and she had unfortunately had to drive around without it for all of that time. She finally got together enough money to pay for the down payment for a new policy and so she had to go sign all of the paperwork and give them the check today. After getting lost trying to find the insurance office and signing her name about fifteen times, she finally had the problem settled and was able to head for home to start getting ready for her date. Katie had been trying to keep busy lately, and she had met many new people over the last few months, but for some reason she was more excited about meeting Brian than she had been about the others. Somehow over the course of a few e-mails and phone calls, she already felt close to him. Some of the things they had talked about were not topics she usually discussed with people she didn’t know well, and yet she hadn’t even felt uneasy or embarrassed as she usually would. It was a strange feeling to her. She had trouble trusting people and very rarely felt that she could trust someone as soon as she met them. It made her wonder about some things – why would she feel that way about someone she had never met? Katie finally made it home and got ready to go out that night. She took some time to read over the e-mails Brian had sent her over the past week and found herself smiling and her good mood and enthusiasm returning. When Brian finally came online to tell her he was ready to leave work and he’d be there to pick her up in about an hour, she was ecstatic. She stayed online talking to a friend until about five or ten minutes before Brian was supposed to pick her up, then she headed upstairs to wait for him. After waiting in the living room upstairs for about fifteen minutes, Katie decided to make it a little easier for Brian to find her house, so she went outside and sat on her car. She watched the road in the direction he would be coming from for about twenty minutes before she was distracted by the family across the street. As she watched them pile out of their house and into their van, Katie suddenly noticed a black jeep pull a u-turn a little way down the road and realized that, in the one minute she stopped watching the road, Brian had finally arrived. She climbed off of her car and into his and they drove to TGI Friday’s talking about her depressing day. By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Katie was no longer upset about her day, Brian had a way of calming her down and making her see that things weren’t really as bad as they sometimes seemed to her. They got a table right away and spent a pleasant meal chatting about this and that, mostly making fun of the teenagers hanging out in front of the mall on Friday night, with their Mohawks and lewd piercings. After dinner, they hurried to the movie theater across town, arriving just in time to catch their movie. The movie they saw was supposedly one of the scariest ever made, and it was scary, except that it was marred by the other audience members’ conversations. During the first half of the movie, Katie was having trouble getting comfortable in her seat; she kept shifting back and forth. Brian, despite a few pointed reprimands intended to quiet the other moviegoers, seemed fairly content with the movie. As the story progressed, however, it got scarier, and Katie was tensing and jumping in her seat, wishing she had something to grab onto. She hoped that Brian might catch her hand at some point, but then she realized that, after their conversations, he would probably refrain from making the first move in a romantic direction, leaving it up to her to make sure things went at her own pace. So after about half an hour of debate, Katie finally got up the courage to reach for Brian’s hand. The look on his face when his hand grasped hers laid all of her fears over whether or not he wanted things to go in that direction to rest. They held hands for a while and, on one particularly scary part, Katie put her head down on his shoulder, trying to move closer so she would feel safe. When another scary part came and she snuggled even closer to him, he put his arm around her so she could cuddle against his chest. Their other hands were still clasped and Brian was softly stroking her arm. Throughout the rest of the movie, he gradually moved his hand so that he was stroking her hair, then the side of her face. His soft touches felt so nice, made her feel special and cared about and, well, loved. Obviously it was far too soon to think about such things, but regardless, that’s how she felt at the moment. She thought to herself that maybe it was a shadow of what was to come, and, however premature, she was comforted by that thought. When the movie was over, they held hands as they walked out of the theater. In the car, they decided to go play a few games of pool, as neither was ready for the night to end yet. They spent the drive to the pool hall holding hands and talking about the movie. They both agreed that it was a good move, that a few parts were cheesy, but for the most part it was scary, and that it would have been much better if the idiots in the theater had known how to be quiet. Their first game of pool Katie decided to consider their warm-up game, since she played absolutely horribly. Brian beat her easily, and she was discouraged – she had been hoping to at least play decently tonight, so she had a chance. The next game, though, was better. Katie had warmed up a bit and was shooting a little better than before. It was a tied game at the end, both of them shooting for the eight ball, when Brian finally sunk it – in the wrong pocket. The score was now tied, one to one. By this time, Katie was getting kind of overheated in her turtleneck sweater, so Brian bought her a bottle of water and she stripped down to the skimpy tank top she had on underneath. (He would never admit it, but Katie saw him watching her now and again and could have sworn that he actually missed a few shots from looking at her instead of the ball.) The third game Katie managed to win on her own steam – she cleared the table and sunk the eight ball, a feat that she didn’t accomplish very often. On the fourth and last game, it was again down to just the eight ball between them, but on her shot, Katie scratched, sinking the cue ball instead and losing the game. She was happy that they were at least tied and she had not lost by a lot, as she had been expecting. (Of course, Brian later told her that he had not been playing as well as he could have – he had been deliberately missing shots so that she could keep up with him….) She thanked him for a good game and reached up to give him a hug before they left. They went back out to the car and spent awhile talking. Still neither of them wanted to go home, but they were running out of ideas of different things they could do. After sitting for about half an hour, Brian drove them to park by a beach he knew of nearby. They sat looking out at the waves on the beach and the stars above the water, talking to each other and holding hands. Eventually, Katie moved over as close to him as she could get and he once again put his arm around her, holding her close. They must have sat that way for an hour, sometimes talking, more often simply enjoying each other’s company. Every once in awhile, Katie would shift her position, making herself more comfortable (she was half-lying on top of the console in the center of the car, and it was understandably not particularly comfortable.), each time succeeding in bringing herself more snugly against Brian’s side. She was pleasantly surprised by how well they fit together. Despite the console between them, they were closer together and more comfortable than she had even been able to get with her ex, with whom she had thought everything was perfect. This was the first time she had felt that she fit better with anyone other than her ex. In fact, that was the reason she had not really been daring for the past few months – in her mind, she compared who she was with to her ex and they always seemed to come up lacking. This was frustrating for her, but tonight, for the first time, she didn’t have to worry about that. Occasionally, Katie would look up at Brian from where she nestled against him, and he would look back down at her, and the tension in the car was thick. It was obvious that he wanted to kiss her, but she was afraid. It had happened to her before that everything about how she related to another person was perfect, until they kissed. The other boys that she had kissed recently were either not good kissers, or else she had different standards than most people. She hadn’t yet been able to find someone who kissed her the way she wanted to be kissed, and so she was afraid to ruin the companionship they had discovered throughout the night because of a simple kiss. Yet at the same time, there was nothing she wanted more at that moment than for him to kiss her. He was stroking the side of her face gently and it was getting late – they both knew that they couldn’t stay much longer. Katie had work in the morning and Brian had a class, so they had to head home soon. Brian’s fingers on her chin became more firm, turning her face up to his again. Their lips were an inch apart, and they stayed suspended in that moment for what seemed like minutes. “I should get up so we can go,” she whispered softly. “Yeah, you probably should,” he whispered back. “Do you want me to get up?” “Not really,” he admitted in a whisper so soft it melted her heart. That was all it took. Her fear forgotten, Katie moved that last inch and they were kissing each other. It was a kiss so soft and sweet and yet with such underlying passion that it took her breath away. It was rare that she experienced a kiss that moved her so much as this one, and certainly never on a first kiss. They were always awkward and uncomfortable – you had to get used to the other’s kissing style, and worry about taking things too far… This, though, was perfect. They kissed as if they did it every day, with no hesitation, no fear, no embarrassment. Katie’s arm wound around his neck, pulling him to her. She was leaning back, him supporting her on his arm, as minutes went by. When she finally pulled away with a gasp, she buried her face in his neck and was amazed by what had just happened. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I wasn’t planning that…” “It’s ok, I’m definitely not complaining,” he replied with a small laugh. They hugged for a minute more and then she reluctantly moved away so they could begin the drive back home. They held hands as they drove, Katie sometimes putting her head down on his arm in an attempt to be closer to him again. When they got back to her house, she thanked Brian for a wonderful night and gave him a quick kiss and a hug. She kissed the side of his neck and made him promise to call her soon, then said goodnight and went inside. She fell asleep thinking about the night she had had and imagining the others that were to come as they explored these newfound feelings they had discovered, and Brian followed her into her dreams. A Beautiful Night What is the meaning of life, anyway? You can go down roads that bring happiness for a while but ultimately everything loses excitement again. So what brings lasting contentment? I can really only advise my own sex on that. Lasting happiness can only come from two sources: God or girls. Since I've never really known the former, I've always relied on the latter. Anyway, I wanted to take Janelle to the under 21 club that night. But again and again, I'd called her cell phone and had gotten no answer. Eventually, I decided to leave and go to the club alone. This was a rather risky prospect for me because I'd found that more than half the time I went to clubs alone, no girls wanted to dance with me. Naturally, this was a waste of money and self esteem. But I had very little to do that Friday night and reckoned it didn't matter much. Around 7:30, I drove up to the club in my battered brown LeBaron. I walked up to the club door but saw it was empty. But the sign on the door said open so I strolled in. Strangely, the lights were off and nobody was there. I was just leaving when two teen guys, a mexican and a white guy with a large silver chain, walked in. "What's going on?" one of them asked me. "I don't know. It's empty," I said. I was pretty sure from their expressions that they were trying to go to the club, too. Don't ask me why but we all walked back in. It was dumb but innocent enough. We just wanted to confirm that the club was really empty and no employees were there. I called out, "Is anybody there?" No answer. We were walking out when the alarm went off. "Shit," we all thought simultaneously. I started to stroll back to my car to drive off but one of the teen guys said, "I'm gonna wait for the cops." "Okay. I'll wait, too. We didn't do anything wrong. We can't get in trouble," I said. And so for about ten minutes, we sat outside this club chatting. Though we had nothing in common, we talked like friends. There may not be honor among criminals but there certainly is camaraderie. The alarm was blaring but cars were driving by and nobody seemed to care. I began to think the cops weren't coming. The Mexican kid said, "Shit, I'm not waiting here till they come. It's too cold." And so we started to walk off. We'd gotten about a block when we saw two cop cars, sirens blaring, come speeding up the street. We walked back to the club and I waved a cop car down as it pulled up to the club. A cop got out, looking at us inquisitively. "We're the ones who set off the alarm," I told him. "The sign says open and the door was unlocked. We just walked in and the alarm went off." I said all this with a calm sense of leadership. I was raised in an intellectual, wealthy family and had learned how to present myself. The cop was a tall white man with short black hair. He was just slightly chubby. He looked us over smugly, stopping to glare contemptuosly at me, because I was wearing a leather jacket and a black safari hat with two metal spikes coming out the front. He was a typical pig if you ask me. "Come over here", he said and he led us over to the club. He asked for all of our IDs. I was the only one who had one. Another cop got out of the car and for a few minutes they sat around asking us rude questions like "Did you pry the door?", while the black haired cop held my ID the whole time. Eventually, the cops decided to let us go, believing our story. Before they let us go, they went in and found out when the club opened. It turned out that the club didn't open until 8 pm, in about fifteen minutes. "You could go over and get a Subway Sandwich and wait for the club to open," a young, especially rude cop said. "That's not a bad idea," I said. "I was just joking. You don't have to," the cop said contemptuously. I obeyed his orders anyway and got a six inch vegetarian sandwich. I saw a pretty blond girl in Subway. Shyly, I introduced myself. She was a nice girl and let me share her table. It turned out that she was a college student in Montana. She'd come back to little Klamath Falls, Oregon to visit her parents. She gave me her cell phone number but she was leaving in just a couple days. After I got done eating, I went over to the club, which was empty as hell. I played the Pacman arcade game and waited for some girls to come. The first girl I saw was a girl who'd been infatuated with me for a brief while about two years before this story. She was still in high school where I was in college now. I went up and said, "Hey." "Hey Sean. "How's it been going?," I asked. "Okay, I guess." I was noticing how much her breasts had grown. "How bout you?" "Great, great," I replied. "I've been going to college and I got a four point last term. And then I've been doing some fiction writing." She seemed very uninterested in all this. "My son barfed on my shirt before I left so I had to clean it up," she said. "It makes it more see through than it already is." She was pretty in a slutty way with huge tits and a fat ass. "You have a son?" "Yeah, I was pregnant all last year. Did you think I'd just gotten fat?" I looked down at her belly, which was still a little bit chubby. I was pretty jealous that another guy had gotten her pregnant. I'd never gotten a girl pregnant, not that I'd want to marry this girl or anything. She was immature and really crass. But that didn't matter because I was chasing ass. Besides, although we weren't connecting in any meaningful way, she had this attitude like she wanted me to fuck her." "I don't know," I explained. "I guess I didn't see you that much." She started to walk off and I was willing to let her. But she turned around and said, "Come on, let's go play pool." "I really suck at it but okay," I said. She started out kicking my ass. But pretty soon I'd come back and was way ahead. I only had to knock the eight ball in and she had four or five balls left. All the while, I was looking for girls but none came in. And then I was having trouble hitting the eight ball in. Who knows why? I didn't care that much. Somebody tapped me on the shoulder. It was Janelle, looking beautiful and smiling at me. "Hey, how's it going?," I asked. "Good, how are you?," she said in a friendly way. "Okay. Do you wanna hang out here tonight?" "No, I can't," she said. "Why not?" "I'm 24. This is an under 21 club." "I'm sure they wouldn't care," I said. "I don't wanna hang out here." "Okay. Do you mind if I finish this game?," I asked. "No, go ahead." After I'd lost, I gratefully walked out with Janelle. The night had just taken a distinct turn for the better. I knew she wouldn't do anything physical but I didn't care. It was great to be around her. A beautiful girl just has this lush aura about her; she's a mecca unto herself. "How'd you find me?", I asked. "I called your house and your mom told me you were here. She said you'd rather spend the night with me than at the club. Your mom's really honest," she informed with a smirk that hinted that she had some damaging secret. "Did you have a little heart to heart with her?," I asked in a purely casual way. "Yeah. Hey, we've gotta talk." My heart sank in my stomach at these words. Usually, when a girl wanted to have a serious discussion with me, it was to reject me or tell me we were only friends. "Okay." "Let's go somewhere," she said. We both got in her car and drove to a truck stop outside of town, "Molly's" I think it's called. We both had tea and nothing else. We chatted for a couple minutes and then, jokingly, I said, "Okay, let's get down to business." "Yeah," she said. "Okay, you like me, don't you? I know you like me. Your mom told me you like me." I'd never told my mom anything about Janelle but since I liked her, I didn't say anything. Then came the bombshell. "Is it true that you're a virgin and you've never had a girlfriend?" My mom had told her things that only a mom would know. Now, don't get the wrong impression. I'd had lots of romantic interludes but a girlfriend is something else. "Yeah," I said bluntly. "Okay. I usually just don't hang around with guys because they're not content just to be friends but they don't want to marry me. You know I have a kid so that's out of the way. I gave you a chance because you've already shown two things that I really want in a man. You asked me out after you'd known me for a whole year, something a guy's never done before. Plus, I'd already said ‘no' once before. That shows perseverance. And you gave me flowers, which was all I ever wanted. You hadn't even done anything wrong but you gave me flowers." I was a bit taken aback. This wasn't the carefully worded rejection speech I'd been expecting. "I can do that. I can marry you but...I want a kid." I got the words out. "I want ten," she said with a smile. I smiled back. "And I want a man who has a personal relationship with Jesus." "I'm happy to have a personal relationship with Jesus if I can have a personal relationship with you," I thought to myself but I said, "I can do that. I'll start praying." "I could teach you about Jesus but that's not biblical. Women aren't supposed to teach men about god." "It's okay," I said. "I can do this." You see, Janelle was a recovering drug addict and former stripper who needed God in her life. She needed conservative values and something to believe in and I was willing to play along. "This is such a trip," she said. "Yeah, this is awesome. Here, give me a hug." And we hugged each other closely for a long moment and everything was all right. Then I paid the bill and left a tip before we drove off. The relationship fell apart within days. A Beautiful Nightmare My head was spinning and my heart pounding as we walked home together, hand in hand he was keeping me upright in my skyscraper heels. This wasn't the way tonight was meant to end. I was meant to go back to my normal perfect life, back to my boyfriend or to my nice little flat on my own. But it wasn't my boyfriend's hand I was holding right now and it definitely wasn't my flat that I was going back to. I was drunk; the acidic after taste of way too much wine was still burning the back of my throat making me very much aware of that fact. For months Alex and I would always be flirty, always having a laugh, always trying to ignore the massive undercurrent of sexual tension that swirled through every single one of our conversations. The chemistry between us felt like it could well have been real electric sparks flying, giving me tingling electric shocks at every touch, every brush of his skin on mine. I felt his danger in his every stare and his power was evident by the size of his muscles, yet that only ever made me feel safe. He wasn't patronising like Mark would be, telling me that he thinks I've had quite enough to drink. Alex knew full well that I was drinking to try and lose myself, I'd only this evening been talking to him about the arguments Mark and I had been having lately and how vanilla and boring our sex life was. But instead of telling me that I was a drunken idiot when I started to fall asleep at the little corner sofa at the side of the bar, it was a much more gentle "come on, let's get you to bed" that roused me from alcohol-infused, sleepy haze. "I thought you were meeting Amy?" I mumbled staring into the glass of water he had placed in from of me. "She's gone somewhere else with her friends. She's a big girl, she can look after herself. Now, come on you." Amy was Alex's girlfriend, they'd been together a while now but their relationship was fiery and rocky at the best of times so I knew not to probe further. With that I gathered as much of my sense as I could find and started to make my way towards my best friend Vicki to tell her that I was done drinking and going home. Fighting through the crowds to the exit I found Alex there waiting with my coat to put round me. He helped me into it and all I could think was how much I was enjoying feeling his hands caress me as he struggled to button me into it. The heady attraction between us was making my head spin more than the wine was. I really needed to sleep this off! Walking back from the bar, the cool spring air whipped at my face as if it was, in some way, trying to make me see sense. I wanted sleep and I wanted someone to curl up next to me and make sure I was ok, I trusted Alex, I thought I trusted myself. It wasn't until the key turned it the door of his house that I began to think that maybe I shouldn't be there. I should be with Mark. I was physically shaking from the cold and through nerves as I automatically took off my coat and shoes. As I stood back up our eyes locked and I saw a hunger in them that I'd never seen before from him. Fuck. I thought this might happen. In a split second he grabbed my body and sandwiched it between his and the cold, hard wall behind me, his hand on my face to keep my eyes from turning away. He studied my face briefly, I was scared, not because I didn't trust him not to hurt me but because, at that point, I no longer knew what I wanted. I closed my eyes in a panic to try and make me think more clearly but I felt his breath next to my ear and the words "open your eyes". I was so confused, I wanted to sleep, I wanted a hug but I knew that I shouldn't be here with him to do either of those things. What about Mark? My eyes flew open, I knew my face had the look of sheer terror on it. He just smiled, scaring me more. "I'm going to kiss you now, ok?" I heard him say in a low growl. As his face lowered to mine I couldn't do anything to respond, my body sagged beneath his weight only being propped up by the wall I was leaning against now. What was I doing? All of a sudden I struggled to find my balance as he pulled away from me. I scrambled to grab onto his arms for support. "I know you want this as much as I do, don't pretend not to be interested babe. Amy's not coming back tonight, don't worry." To that I was unable speak now, I was paralysed by fear and self-loathing as he easily scooped my slight frame up and carried me upstairs. This man, who I had always been attracted to, always fantasised about this happening with but now, now I was here in this moment all I could feel was guilt. I still loved Mark and this wasn't fair. Nor was it fair on Amy, the poor girl had no idea. Alex set me down on my feet next to the bed as he undid my dress and ripped it over my head. No one but Mark had seen me this naked in over 3 years and the thought stirred a feeling of excitement that was soon quenched as he pushed me backwards roughly onto the bed. His hands went straight for my underwear and rolled my favourite pair of knickers down my legs kissing as he went. As I felt his breath on my pussy I finally found my voice to speak. "STOP Alex, please stop! This isn't fair. Neither of us are single!" He stopped and looked up for a second, our eyes locked again and months of built-up chemistry and tension seemed to explode in him at that moment, I saw the fire in his eyes. I waited for his reply but instead was met with his tongue plunging deep into me then back out to toy with my clit. I half moaned half cursed his name as he continued his feverish assault on my clit whilst his long fingers began to probe deep inside me, expertly massaging my G-spot. Fuck he was good at this, I was so screwed. My head was torn and spinning on a whole new level now. I couldn't think straight anymore. Half of me wanted to just succumb to him and all my fantasies but I couldn't do this to Mark or Amy. I used my right foot on his shoulder to kick him away. "STOP IT! Stop it now!" Until I heard my words come out all broken and in between sobs, I hadn't realised that I was crying. He stopped and again I waited for an apology but this time his hand dove between my legs and two glistening fingers came back out. Even in the moonlight I could see that they were dripping with my juices. He brought them to my face so I could get a closer look. "If you really wanted me to stop, you wouldn't be so fucking wet right now. So I suggest that you clean my fingers up then shut the fuck up." I couldn't look at him now. He was scaring me. Holding my mouth open he inserted his two, dripping wet fingers and my tongue automatically ran around them licking all the juice. I moaned involuntarily, it had been at least a year since Mark had gone down on me and we were never this dirty about it. "See? You love it really you filthy slut." At that moment I saw red. My body responded by biting down on his fingers and he replied with a slap across the face. I don't know why, but I moaned again, not in pain but with a deep, primal pleasure. What was happening to me? Before I knew what was happening wrapped around me and flipped me onto my front so that my mouth was buried in the duvet and my moans and sobs were silenced. My face was still burning when another slap landed on my ass. It was soon replaced by his mouth, kissing so expertly and taking away all the pain. He stood up and walked away. I was too horrified with myself my reactions to him to look round to see what else he might have in store so I lay, like a lifeless rag doll, face down on his bed, my naked ass in the air like the wonton slut he said I was. The next thing I felt was rope around my wrists, tying them tightly together behind my back. "That should stop any more of your little temper tantrums. Oh and babe, just admit it now - you've never been this turned on in your life, have you? I know you've wanted this from the very first time we laid eyes on each other so please don't ruin it." I groaned and pulled against my new restraints, the bite of the rope digging into my skin was delicious - I'd always wanted to know what it feels like to be tied up. The end of the rope he was using to slowly trail over my back, down over my buttocks and over my pussy, stopping to whip me with it and eliciting yet another low groan. He propped a pillow under my pelvis, lifting and exposing my ass even further. I felt his breath once again on my pussy then over my anus. He paused, making me shiver in anticipation before lavishing both holes again with his expert tongue. I was struggling to keep control and, at that moment, I wanted him inside me. My moans were getting louder and louder as his fingers joined in the exploration of my pussy and ass and I could feel the juices running freely down the inside of my thighs. Just as he placed a finger in each hole and his tongue on my clit I came violently, screaming and moaning like I'd never done before in my life. To be fair I don't think I've ever come so hard before in my life. "Fuck me, Anna. You're incredible." I couldn't respond. I was exhausted and had too much going on in my head to deal with anything but sleeping but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I could just about come to terms with him getting me off, maybe I could get away with that, pretend it never happened. But I couldn't have sex with him - If I have sex with him I could never look Mark in the eye again. I closed my eyes and let sleep start to cast its dark shadow over my mind. I couldn't move, paralysed by exhaustion, panic and pleasure. In the back of my mind I heard Alex's trousers fall to the floor and assumed he was just going to get into bed next to me. How wrong I was. The next thing I knew, I was very much brought me back from the edge of sleep. "Now, are you going to struggle or are you going to be a good girl? Because if you're going to struggle I think I'm going to have to do something to keep you quiet before you wake up all the neighbours." "Alex, please don't do this to me. You might be able to go back and look Amy in the eye but I'm not like this. I don't do this!". I felt a tear leak from my eye and trail across my face. I was so humiliated and torn. "So you're going to fight that temptation are you? You know, you wouldn't wear yourself out quite so much of you didn't fight against what we both know you're feeling." The next thing I felt was something being pressed into my mouth and roughly fastened behind my head. Had he just gagged me?! A small tingle of anticipation ran through my blood that was already cold with fear. I tried to speak but no words came out. Oh my god. By the time I could come to terms with what was about to happen I felt his thick, hard shaft slide achingly slowly into my soaking wet folds, stretching me and making me feel deliciously full. Immediately I felt like I was going to come all over his cock. But he surprised me and pulled straight back out again. I groaned at the overwhelming feeling of loss. I wasn't ready for what happened next, the cool oil dripping over my anus, his fingers massaging it in before I felt his huge cock at the entrance to my ass. He pushed, slowly but firmly, until he was all the way in. I cried out around the gag at the stab of pain mixed with a whole new world of pleasure, no one had ever done this to me before. Slowly he moved in and out a few times before finding a steady rhythm that made us both moan in unison. I was completely under his spell now. His fingers moved around to toy once again with my hard clit and engorged folds I was coming apart at the seams and he was too. His breaths were getting heavier and heavier and I was getting nearer and nearer the brink of an orgasm unlike any I'd ever had before. "Babe, are you going to come soon? Because I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to last in your perfect, tight little ass before I fill it with my hot cream." I groaned into the gag, his words pushing me off the precipice, sending me spiralling down into free-fall. My entire body convulsed as I felt his hot cum shoot deep inside my ass as my juices poured liberally from my pussy. He collapsed on top of me, immediately undoing the gag that had stifled my screams and moans and untying my hands before locking his lips over mine in a deep passionate kiss to which, this time, I responded. He moved back off me, I could feel his eyes on my ass watching his cum trickle out of me and sliding down to my pussy to join my own copious amount of juice. He groaned before scooping some up on his fingers and bringing them round in front of my face. "Don't even think about biting me again" he said as he plunged his sticky, cum-laden fingers into my mouth. He watched me carefully as I obliged, licking and sucking them clean, groaning in appreciation but too tired to speak. "That was amazing. I've been wanting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you." He whispered in my ear before gently kissing my forehead as he carefully tucked my limp and exhausted body beneath the covers before climbing in right behind me, wrapping me up with his huge muscly arms. Finally I was able to relax against his warm dewy body in his embrace, I felt safe again. My head was still spinning when sleep eventually began to consume me, I'd have to deal with the consequences of this in the morning but right here and right now, this was all I wanted.