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A Drunken Tale Ch. 01

By: LolitasLegacy



Grant didn't usually like the club scene. He didn't like the hormone-driven drunks dry-humping each other on the dance floor. He didn't like the smell of smoke assaulting his nose and his clothes. He didn't like the literal and metaphorical trash that surrounded him. But, on this night, he was dragged by his best friend for a little bachelor party fun. 

Throughout this hellish night, sex-driven women had been blowing smoke in is face and up his ass. It's not that he was Mister Noble who never had a fling, but he didn't see the point of dealing with the hassle of bedding one of the many faceless women that approached him and then worrying about STDs the next day. Leaning against the bar, looking around, sipping his water, he was marveling at the amazing effects alcohol could produce. He was absolutely sure, however, that he was having the least fun in the whole joint. 

Again looking around, he noticed something new. Someone who looked even more miserable than he. She sat in a corner, apparently unaware of the spilt whatever seeping into her dress. She almost looked sick. 

She didn't seem to fit in and Grant assumed she was in a similar situation as his. She was decidedly cute, but undecidedly beautiful. She was wearing a delicate yellow sundress; not something someone would consider club clothes. Her long, brown hair could possibly be gorgeous if it weren't straggly and sweaty. 

Grant drew his attention away from her to check on his buddies and upon looking back, his view was obstructed by the ass of a very scantily clad woman. Watching the interaction of the woman of his attention and the scantily clad one, he realized they must be friends as the latter pulled the former to the dance floor. 

The girl began dancing and it was obvious to Grant that she wasn't sick or bored, but drunk and quite out of her wits. Her dance was more of a sway relying on other peoples' bodies to hold her up. Her friend began to point and clearly tried to get the girl to do something she did not seem willing to do. 

Slowly the girl started edging towards the side of the room. Climbing up the smail staircase, she removed her sandals and stumbled towards the empty pole deck. 

She found the pole, in an almost surprised manner, and looked around for approval. The men below her readily gave it and she began to dance. The dance was once again awkward and unpracticed, this time she was using the pole for balance instead of people. Her dance began to get more and more seductive as she was cheered on by the horny men. Though Grant definitely enjoyed this little display, he almost felt it was beneath her and it didn't seem fitting at all. 

As if suddenly realizing what she was doing, she blushed heatedly and quickly ran off the stage leaving her sandals behind. Grant watched as she half ran, half stumbled to the ladies restroom. He chuckled to himself, and decided he wanted to step in.

Grant pushed his way to the stage and picked up her sandals. They were soaked with another spilt whatever, so he returned to the bar and dabbed them with a napkin. He then moved towards the bathroom to await the young girl.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened and out came the girl, holding onto the wall to steady herself. 

"Hi there, may I offer you my arm, darlin'?"

The girl stopped, immediately put up a very visible guard and sized up her assailant. He was tall, dark and handsome, a dream for any girl who could hold herself upright but a nightmare right about now. She gave him a wry smile and declined his invitation. Moving past him, he called to her.

"I think it may be safer to wear these when walking in sludge." 

As he held up the sandals the girl turned and realized they weren't on her feet where they should be. It's funny how things turn out when you are under the influence of a good bit of rum.

She reached out for them and as if on cue stumbled. However, not into the heroes arms but nearly on her face as Grant quickly leapt to grab her arm. 

"Okay darlin', let me help you with these and then let's find you a seat," Grant said as she righted herself and like a child picked up one of her feet in preparation for the sandal.

"I'm not usually like this, I just, well..."

"What's that, hun?"

"This is my first club experience and I think I drank too much..."

Grant gave her his warmest smile and whole-heartedly agreed. He guided her upstairs to the less raucous area and sat her at a table. She was damn cute, and his protective instincts were in full swing. 

"I didn't introduce myself earlier, my name's Grant. How did you manage to get yourself in this little predicament?"

"Huh? Oh, well, I am not normally a uh, 'clubber' but my sister dragged me insisting that I was missing out." She looked at Grant, and his bright green eyes were captivating. She realized she was staring and was temporarily glad she was drunk so she would have something to blame it on.

"I'm guessing your sister was the girl that got you on stage, eh?"

She blushed furiously. "You saw that, huh? Did I do alright?"

Grant laughed. "You did absolutely terribly, but it made my night. What's your name?"

"Oh, sorry, I thought I told you...or was that that other guy? Anyway, it's Mary."

"That other guy?" Grant responded in feigned pain, "My feelings are hurt. I thought what we had was special." They shared a laugh as Grant got to his feet. "I'm going to go get you some water and hopefully crackers with any luck."

Mary watched him as he walked away. She knew what guys at clubs wanted, she wasn't so naive as to suspect otherwise of this guy. But, he was amazingly charming, and quite a relief from the fast-moving men she had met so far. Christ, was he cute, too; dark hair and those glittering green eyes, tall and with a strong physique. But, most attractive of all was how he presented himself. He wasn't arrogant but he was confident. He didn't need approval but he got it anyway. Mary guessed he was affluent in the currency of sex, which she really didn't like. But, for now he was an acceptable conversation.

He returned with the glass of water and some cherries. "Not to be crass, but all they had were cherries."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. I am definitely starting to get a serious headache. I should have thought about this club idea a little more before I agreed to it."

Grant stood up again and Mary looked up at him. "Are you leaving me?" Grant, acting like a long-time lover, responded. "Now I would never leave you. How could you think such a thing?" 

"Then, where are you going?" Mary asked.

"WE are going outside for a little fresh air."

Grant helped her to her feet and they walked outside. It was mildly cool, but in her drunken state, Mary was feeling the cold a little more harshly. 

"It's cold out here," she pouted.

"Well, what do ya say we go somewhere to get something substantial inside you?"

Instantly, Mary tensed. She saw where this was going and she knew she wasn't in enough control to dictate the situation if she left with him. She stepped slightly away from him. "I really should go and check on my little sis. Thanks though." She turned and began to walk away.

Grant, realizing how what he said could sound called, "wait Mary, I didn't mean that how it sounded, I swear. You've got me confused with all the other guys in the club."

She laughed curtly, "Oh, and now are you going to tell me you aren't like other guys?"

"Well, yeah. I don't normally come to clubs, I just came for my best friends bachelor party. I was relieved to find someone else who kinda shared my prerogative."

He honestly looked like a little puppy and Mary instantly regretted coming to conclusions based on ambiguous semantics. She decided, whole-heartedly, to give him the benefit of the doubt that he was not like the guys she had met so far. 

"I'm really sorry. A girl's gotta be careful. Where did you wanna go so late at night?"

Relieved Grant replied, "It's okay if you leave your sister?"

"Oh yeah, she's got a whole posse in there. Who would punish me for finding a designated driver?"

So they walked to the parking lot together and he let her into his car. She sat on the leather seat and began to shiver. But, she wasn't sure if it was because of the coolness of the seat or the sudden nervousness she felt. She hadn't really thought about the fact that though he seemed nice, she was going alone with a stranger without telling anyone her whereabouts. She could just see this being a story teachers tell in high school about the innocent girl who was raped and murdered by a psychopath. 

Grant walked around the car and got in. He looked over and it seemed that she had somehow shrunk. She looked so scared and unsure and her body language said loads about her feelings. 

"Hey, ya know what? Why don't you give your sister a call on my cell phone just to make sure she's okay?"

Immediately, Mary was relieved. Would a psychopath encourage calling people and giving information? Her sister was, of course, excited and yelled (loud enough for Grant to here), "Go get you some girl! Wooooo! Later babe!"

Grinning sheepishly, Mary gave the go ahead to Grant and they began to drive to a local 24-hour diner. Silence filled the car, a very awkward one. So Grant decided to start things light asking the generic "get to know you" questions. 

Mary was going to the local college to become a nurse, maybe even a doctor if the motivation hit her. She was 22, had a sister and a brother, and loved animals. Her favorite color was pale pink and she loved brownies. Grant thought she was adorable, but he was slightly jarred by her age considering he was ten years her senior. This caused him to start thinking on what his intentions were. This surely wasn't like some fling he could have had with the women at the club, but nonetheless he decided he definitely wanted SOMETHING with her. He just didn't know what. 

As they walked into the diner things seemed to be going splendidly. Mary realized that, in spite of herself, she was really enjoying his company. They sat down and ordered and began to chat some more. 

Grant was 32 and owned his own construction business. His father was a CEO at a leading insurance company and had sent Grant all the way through college so that he could follow in his footsteps. Obviously, Grant had different feelings and after finishing college he knew just what he didn't want to do. He seemed very genuine and so far Mary liked what she saw.

And then, things went downhill. After, eating 3 fries with some difficulty, Mary felt herself getting sick. She didn't want to ruin their time and pretended she was fine, hoping it would pass. She ate almost nothing, which worried Grant, but he couldn't force-feed her. 

They returned to Grant's car and mutually decided that Mary needed to get home. She barely directed him to a cute little neighborhood with cute little houses and finally to her own. She got out, her head spinning, her stomach turning, praying to hold it together until after she made it inside. 

Grant watched her and saw her turn a very alarming shade of green. He put his arm around her to help her door. Before they made it, she stopped seemingly without reason, made an appalling face to Grant, and threw-up in the grass. 

Mary knew she would be embarrassed, but at this point she was so sick, she could hardly link one thought to the next. She wasn't aware that Grant had picked her up, taken the key from her hand, and headed for the door. However, she became keenly aware that she was in his arms, alone, in her house, in the dark. 

Grant ran into a little table and cursed under his breath, searching for her bedroom. He laid her in her bed and pulled the blankets over her as she fell fast to sleep. He found a trash can, placed it beside her bed, and went to the living room where he passed out watching infomercials.

A Drunken Tale Ch. 02



The sun was beaming through her window and Mary felt like her head was going to explode, or maybe just crack down the middle. She couldn't decide what was worse, the sunlight, the loud, unidentified clanks, or the fact that she wasn't precisely sure what happened last night. Either way she knew she smelled like smoke and, unfortunately, vomit.

She rolled to get out of bed and cursed when she kicked her toes right into her trashcan. Why not? Everything else hurt. Mary trudged to the bathroom and took as hot of a shower as she could stand. She figured the hotter, the more germs that were burned off. 

After getting out of the shower, she combed her now vomit-free hair and wrapped herself in a huge terrycloth robe. Refreshed, she walked out of her room towards the kitchen and noticed that those unidentified clanks that she had heard earlier were coming from there.

More than a little wary, she began to doubt her own integrity. Had she done something last night that she would really come to regret? As she peaked around the corner, she was praying it was her sister she would find cooking. Though, she knew that was just lunacy, her sister couldn't cook a microwave dinner correctly.

Upon seeing the tall, strong looking man in her kitchen cautiously turning over an egg in a pan, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to come out. Maybe if she went back into her room he would eventually leave. Of course, if she slept with him, he was also liable to come join her. You know, you hear about all these girls having one night stands and being bitterly disappointed because the man snuck out in the middle of the night. Why couldn't she be in that position instead?

Mary cleared her throat to make her presence known. "Uh, hi, there, how's the, uh, breakfast coming?" Jesus, what else was she supposed to say?

Grant turned around and caught his breath. She was so appealing in that overly large robe with her cheeks flushed from the shower, or hopefully, the sight of him. He had debated over whether or not to leave before seeing her and this made him instantly glad he didn't. "Hey there, darlin'." I haven't ruined it yet. You must be hungry, after emptying yourself on the lawn."

He noted the pure embarrassment that washed over her face and watched as she moved to sit. Her body language said she was perplexed and he was slightly disappointed in realizing she didn't have much, or any, recollection of him at all. He certainly didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

"Tell you what, though, you missed some really amazing infomercials last night. If I didn't have more self-control I would definitely be the proud new owner of a steam-utilizing-kitchen-cleaning- device."

Mary felt extremely awkward. How should she approach this? Should she just come right out and say that she couldn't remember him at all? Or maybe just play along till something clicked in her mind? Ultimately, she decided honesty was the best policy. 

Grant served her breakfast and sat down across from her to eat. Mary looked extremely tense and more or less just pushed her food around on the plate. To ease things on her, Grant decided to make the first move.

"So, I'm guessing you don't remember much about last night."

Slightly relieved, Mary nodded her assent. Now that she really looked at her kitchen companion, she thought he was gorgeous. He seemed kind and that wicked, warm smile really added to the effect. So what if she slept with him, Lord knows that she hasn't had much of anything for an extremely long time. The alcohol was just a friendly catalyst that made her forget all her usual misgivings and inhibitions. Now, to get him gone; she wasn't prepared for sober relations with him. She had managed to ward off many a horny man in the past, and this one should be no different.

"Hey, I really appreciate your, uh, help and the breakfast, but I need to get some work done. So maybe you should..."

Grant decided he definitely wasn't going to be brushed off that easily. From last night, though she may have been drunk, she seemed absolutely wonderful. She was so cute, especially now that she was squeaky clean. And, he felt a little something, a little excitement, that spark, that was very atypical with the women he'd dated in the past.

"Well, that's fine I s'pose. However, I was hoping maybe I could weasel your number out of you and we could go out on a date, maybe?"

He gave her his most pleading look. It sparked some memory in her; she recognized that little puppy face. But, that was then, and this was now. 

"I think that wouldn't be best. I really need you to go. I'm sorry."

Why did this feel so absolutely wrong? She didn't owe this guy anything. Well, maybe a little, since he did bring her home in one piece. Mary needed to remind herself of her own resolution. He was nothing but a man. Just a sex-driven, penis oriented man. Plus, she knew better. She was strong-willed. She did the right thing at all times, or at least tried. 

She stood to walk to the door, and with that signal, Grant rose to follow. He could smell her as she walked ahead of him. It was enthralling. She smelled sweet and he imagined she tasted the same. But, he told himself to slow down; she probably didn't even remember his name.

"By the way, I think I should reintroduce myself..."

"I know who you are! I wasn't THAT obliterated." 

Obviously bluffing he thought to himself. But, her little faux-tantrum was damn cute. 

"Well, in case you forgot, my name's Grant and you totally dig me."

She turned to him and looked up at his face. Mary was totally 'digging' him now. She wasn't quite sure what to say. She had it planned out for him to go. But, it was getting harder to betray her instincts. Grant reached out and tenderly held a lock of hair in his hand. He had to fight the urge to steal a kiss. He had a feeling that it might not be well-received just now.

"Well Mary, I had a wonderful time last night. You sure we couldn't see each other again?"

Her resolution was wavering. She wanted to see him again. In fact, she didn't want him to go at all. Butterflies were doing somersaults at the way he reached out and stroked her hair. It was such a small action but it did so much to her. But, she just couldn't bring herself to agree. She couldn't.

"Look, I really appreciate what you've done for me and you being so sweet. I just, it isn't meant to be. Please. Please, leave."

Grant was taken aback. There was a look of sad desperation swimming in her eyes. There's no way he could have caused that. Maybe she assumed something unfortunate happened last night. 

"Mary, I want you to know, nothing happened. I mean, I just laid you in bed and I slept on the couch. I didn't take advantage. Though, I was tempted."

"Oh Grant, I didn't think...well I did, but now I don't. I believe you, I just can't do this."

At that, she stepped back and slowly closed the door. She seemed so sad. Why would she push him away like that if it made her unhappy? Grant was frustrated. He ran a nervous hand through his hair and stared, slightly baffled, at her yellow door. Without knowing of anything else to do, he decided to go home, take a shower, and put in some extra hours at work.

On the other side of the yellow door, Mary leaned against it and slid down to the ground. She suddenly felt so tired. She knew it would never work, but for that one moment, a little light of hope had shone in her mind. But, wisely, she supposed, she fought it off. 

She couldn't let this one chance meeting dictate her life. She had some errands and studying to do, and they waited on no man. She wandered, as if drawn, to her living room and sat on the couch. Underneath the scent of smoke, Mary smelled a more unfamiliar scent that she knew was Grant's. It was intoxicating. It got under her skin: the smell of simple soap, a slight hint of cologne, and then a scent she knew was all Grant's. God, had she made a mistake? And how can she be so wrapped up in a man whom she barely knew. But, there was nothing left to do. He was gone, and she wouldn't see him again, especially after forcing him to go.

Mary tried to pass her day away by distracting herself with odd jobs. But, if for one second she wasn't focused on her task, her mind returned to Grant. Looking back, it was heartwarming to see a man in her kitchen cooking eggs just for her. She could imagine a familiarity felt only between lovers and sneaking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him, letting his warmth seep into her skin. Mary wondered if she would ever be able to have something like that. Probably not though, she would just ruin it.

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That night, Grant lay in bed thinking about Mary. There was something about her. He wasn't going to let her get away that easily, he firmly decided. He may have been brushed off this time but it wouldn't happen again. Grant fell smoothly into sleep thinking about her. He fell asleep oddly content.

In her little quaint neighborhood, in her little quaint house, Mary struggled in her sleep. She never slept well. She was always plagued with nightmares. She tossed and turned. This nightmare was just like all the rest:

It was Him. He was always there, always staring at her with lust, making her uncomfortable in her own skin. He made her dislike herself. He made her feel disgusting. 

He walks towards her with a self-satisfied stride. He knew what he wanted and if she didn't give it, he would have to take it. Again. She watches as he licks his lips and closes the gap between them. She wants to run, but she has nowhere to go, no one to turn to. He removes his shirt revealing a disgustingly obese body. She can't stand to look at him.

He reaches out towards her and strokes her cheek. He trails his finger down across her lips and tries to probe inside. He continues to move closer and presses his body against hers. She can feel is nasty erection and grimaces. Suddenly she is backed up against a wall. She tries to avoid his probing finger which only results in angering him. He raises his hand and she tries to shrink away, crying, uttering apologies. He brings down his hand and grabs her face hard and directs it towards him.

"Don't you fucking disobey me, you little whore. What's wrong with you? You should be starting to love this. I know you want me. You want me 'cause you're a little slut!"

He kisses her lips, hard. He bruises them. He forces his tongue deep in her mouth and nearly gags her as tears stream down her face. His kiss is sloppy and he tastes like alcohol. He hurriedly unbuttons his pants and zips down his zipper to expose himself. He grinds into her pussy hard. 

"You know what time it is, baby. If you wanna keep your precious cherry, you know what I want."

He puts his hand on top of her head as she lowers her face to his dick. His dick is too large for her to handle, and she has to struggle not to rake her teeth across his shaft. She begins crying in earnest and can hardly breathe. He grabs a handful of her hair tightly and forces her face hard onto his dick. 

"That's right, baby... suck me off good...ahhhh God...your sweet little mouth feels so good."

He pulls her head away from his swollen dick and stares in disgust at her tear-stained face. 

"You know what? I don't think your mouth is good enough anymore. I don't think your heart is in it. I think maybe, we'll try something new."

She stares at him in horror trying to deny what she knows is her fate. She tries to back away but he just presses harder into her. 

"Now, do you want me to take off your clothes? I could make it real fun."

She shivers with fright. She can't utter a single word. All she can do is cry. He pulls her shirt over her head and grabs her breasts with force. She whimpers in pain and that only seems to excite him. He pulls down the bra straps and nibbles on her perky tits. He nibbles his way down her body to her shorts. He unbuttons them and lets them fall to the floor as he takes in the sight of her white panties. He rips them off her and sticks his nose into her cunt.

"You smell like a bitch in heat. You want this so bad you can't control yourself."

He probes a tongue into her pussy. She hates what he is doing. She cries hard while she suffers. He reaches up and grabs her hair as he pulls her down onto the hard, cold ground. He begins to grind his cock between her lips.

"You better get wet for me, baby. Or this is gonna hurt a lot more."

Weeping bitterly, she tries to plea for him to stop. He reaches down and spreads her lips with his fingers while he aims. With one painful thrust, he tears through her innocence. He lets out a grunt of satisfaction and sprays spit onto her face. She screams, but that only spurs him on.

"Oh, you little slut! You are so goddamn tight for me. You've been waiting for me to do this haven't you. You've just been praying to God I'd take you."

She continues to beg for him to stop which he uses as an excuse to get angrier. He pulls out of her with an audible pop and roughly turns her over, lifts her hips, and forces himself back into her. Pumping hard he cums with force, shooting his seed deep inside her. After collecting himself, he gets dressed and leaves her there. Alone. 



A Drunken Tale Ch. 03



"Mmm, that was the most wonderful dream," Grant said to himself as he happily rose to meet the morning. Mary had made herself part of his dreams and was a constant figure in his thoughts. He was so excited. He hadn't felt this giddy over a girl in as long as he could remember, and this girl brutally shut him down. He jumped into the shower and spent much more time primping than usual. 

Grant decided since he didn't get her number, he simply had to make a house call, one that included flowers. At the flower shop, he couldn't choose. He didn't know what girls liked. He heard roses were the way to go but how cliché. He needed something special. Ultimately, he decided to go with the daisies. If they were lame he didn't know, but they sure looked cheerful and he thought that was just what Mary needed.

He drove to Mary's humming to himself the whole way. He popped out of his car proudly holding his little arrangement and nearly skipped to her door. He rang the doorbell and stood waiting, very impatiently.

Mary opened the door and Grant's mood dropped. She was pale, too pale, with dark circles under her eyes. She looked like someone just killed her father. Grant wasn't sure he should be there, but he wanted to help if he could.

"Hey Mary. I brought you these to brighten your day, and it looks like you need it. What's wrong?"

Mary knew how she looked. She looked that way nearly every morning. But inside the happiness was blooming. He came back. She dismissed him and he came back. She eagerly reached for the flowers and invited him in. 

"I have trouble sleeping. Have had for a long time. It takes me a little while but once I get moving I look better. These flowers are beautiful though, thank you."

Grant sat on the sofa and waited for her return as she put the flowers in water. He pondered whether she had a sleeping disorder. Maybe she was an insomniac. He thought smugly, "I could tire her out." He immediately put that thought away. He reminded himself that she wasn't one of those girls, she was definitely something more.

Mary returned and sat in the chair across the room. She didn't want to seem aloof but she definitely wasn't going to sit right next to him. That could be awfully dangerous. 

"So, not to be rude, but why are you here?"

"Well, I made the assumption that you didn't give me your phone number because you wanted me to just stop by." Grant gave a little chuckle to try to lighten her spirit.

Mary wasn't going to push him away again. Her instincts said not to, and even if she did ruin everything, at least she could prolong these wonderful emotions that she was feeling for a little while.

"Grant, I am really glad you came by. I feel like such a jerk for being so rude. You were nothing but wonderful and I kicked you out of the house. You didn't deserve it."

Grant was soaring again. She had wanted him to stay. She was glad he came by! Then he'll be coming by more. 

"Don't worry about it, hun. You were just surprised to see a man here that you obviously couldn't remember. But that's neither here nor there. Would you like to do something today, with me?"

There were those butterflies again. Mary could hardly hold back her excitement. 

"I would really like to. Lemme just go take a shower and get presentable. What are we doing?"

"It's a surprise, but where comfy shoes."

Trying her best to contain her excitement she tried to calmly leave the room. But, out of eyeshot, she jumped up and down and pumped her arm in and out in an "I scored" sort of fashion. She ran to her room and rushed through her cleaning and dressing routine, making sure to smell and look good for him.

While she was away Grant stood and looked at her photos. There were tons with her brother and her sister. It was obvious she adored both but judging by the pictures with her brother, she had a very specific adoration for him. It was heartwarming seeing her so happy in all of these pictures.

He turned at the sound of her and took in the wonderful view. She was wearing the most delicate white sundress and a cute pair of white Keds. She looked amazing. Her full lips gleamed with lip gloss and her beautiful hair was pulled back into a low pony-tail with a ribbon. He felt a familiar twitch in his pants which he quickly suppressed and walked with her to his car.

"So where are we going? I'm so curious."

"I told you it's a surprise, but I think you're gonna love it. By the way, you look...just so beautiful." Grant really couldn't believe his boldness but the look on her face made it completely worth it.

"Thank you, Grant. You look good too. I'm really happy you came by, I know I already said that, but I really am."

Grant smiled at her and made her heart skip a beat. His brilliant green eyes seemed to be taking all of her in, and she was willing to go. She couldn't believe the elation she felt. 

As Grant continued driving, it was obvious where they were going. This rode only led to the Fair Grounds, and Grant was right, Mary was going to love it. It had been a long time since she went, the few friends she had thought the rickety machines were scary, and so they said it was juvenile to go to the fair.

Grant bought the tickets and then they debated which ride to go on first. He let Mary choose and she chose her favorite ride, the Orbiter. As they boarded it was obvious Mary was brimming over with excitement. The ride started and quickly it started forcing all the passengers towards the outer seat. This was just fine for Grant as Mary's body was pressed against his. He took the opportunity to put his arm around her and she didn't seem to mind one bit. She was shrieking with glee and Grant loved the sensation of having this little girl under his arm. 

After the ride was over, it was Grant's turn to choose. So, he chose his favorite ride, the Gravitron. They walked into the dark, circular cavity of the ride and leaned against the side. The ride began to go, and they stuck to the walls. Both of them were laughing hysterically, when Mary turned herself upside down and struggled to keep her dress up. As the ride showed signs of slowing, she quickly righted herself, both still laughing. 

Mary couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun. She felt amazingly comfortable with Grant if you ignored the sexual tension. She wanted him to take her into his strong arms, hold her close, and kiss her like she never had been kissed before. But, luckily when you're stuck to the wall, you didn't really have to worry about keeping those yearnings in check.

They spent the rest of the day choosing rides back and forth and laughing till their sides hurt. They snacked on amazingly unhealthy foods, and enjoyed each other's company to the fullest. As the night was beginning to fall, they had both grown tired. So they agreed to end their night on the Ferris Wheel. 

The air was getting cool, and Mary got goose bumps from it. Grant moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her. Mary felt so good. She took in the peace above her, and the laughter below. She reveled in his warmth, and laid her head upon his chest. She felt more content than she could ever remember.

Grant also felt the same. He lowered his nose to her hair and breathed her in deeply. This moment, once so fun and exciting, had quickly become one of the most intimate moments that he'd ever felt. He wanted her more than he could tell, but he dared not move. He felt as though if he moved, he would break the circle around them that separated them from the world.

The Ferris Wheel came to a halt at the very top. Mary thought this was the perfect time to talk to Grant, the perfect time to convey some of her fears. She lifted her head and looked into Grants eyes, studied his face.

"Grant, I need to talk to you about something."

"Is it something unhappy, Mary?"

"Yes, I guess it is. Is that a problem?"

"Nothing is a problem with you, hun. But, let's talk about it later and enjoy the now. I can't remember the last time another person made me feel as wonderful as you do. It's not very often you're stuck at the top of a Ferris Wheel with somebody that makes you completely happy. Let's enjoy it and postpone reality for a little bit."

She gave him the sweetest smile and her eyes glistened. Grant felt like his heart was going to burst. He reached softly for her chin and lifted her face. Slowly, lightly, he pressed his lips against hers. She tasted like honey to him, the sweetest honey he'd ever known. 

Mary was nearly paralyzed with pleasure. Her senses were working in full force. The feeling of his arm around her, his body against hers, feeding her with warmth, his soft lips pressing on hers. She grasped at his shirt and kissed him back with all the emotion she had in her body. Hot tears of joy slowly trickled down her cheeks. Grant wrapped his other arm around her and held her close, as if he had read her mind. Mary wanted time to stop. She wanted to be stuck here, in his arms forever.

As though the ride had a mind of its own, it lurched forward and tore the two apart. They looked at each other in sheer awe. Both were surprised at the feelings that shot through both of them, like nothing they'd ever felt before. As they descended back down to the ground, harsh reality set in. 

They left the fair hand in hand, fingers interlocked. Grant kept glancing over at Mary, watching different thoughts play on her face. It was almost like reading a book. And as they drove home, Mary stared out the window into the dark night, still in silent thought. 

"Mary, is something wrong? Did I do something, move to fast?"

Mary turned her face to him. Her eyes were red and her lashes soggy, tears streaming down her fact.

"Oh baby, what's the matter? God, what did I do?"

Grant stopped the car as he pulled up to her house. He reached out to wipe away a tear and much to his surprise, she flinched. 

"You didn't do anything wrong, Grant. You were...are absolutely perfect. I just, remember that I wanted to talk to you earlier? Well, I have to talk to you now."

Grant's stomach lurched. He was afraid of what she might say. Was she terminally ill, becoming a nun, a transvestite? He sat and waited and put on a brave face as he nodded for her to continue.

"Well, I...the short of it is, I ruin all my relationships. I've pushed every man away thus far and already tried to once with you. It's like I won't let myself be happy and I have no control of it. I guess you could say that I have 'issues.' I don't want to hurt you so I think we should stop this before your feelings are too invested."

"What makes you think my feelings aren't already invested. Anyway, you are the most wonderful person I think I have ever met, and now that I know you have 'issues' I won't let them get in the way. If you have the same feelings for me that I have for you, then I will not be pushed away. Let me ask you something. Did you have a good time with me today?"

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy that kiss earlier as much as I did?"

"Yes."

"And would you like to have more good times with me," Grant gave a little chuckle,"and maybe some more kisses?"

"Yes."

"Then I think we should allow ourselves to be happy and deal with the issues when we have to and not a moment before. Now, may I walk you to your door?"

"Yes." 

Grant jumped out of his car and dashed around it to open the door for Mary. He reached out is hand to help her out of the car and they walked hand in hand to her door.

Grant stopped and looked down at her with a foolish grin.

"What are you smilin' about?"

"Well, this is a very important spot for us. This was the place where I first saw you throw up."

Mary let out a giant laugh and felt the leftover tension from before melt away. She through her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Grant looked down and brushed her lips with his.

"Thank you, Grant. Thank you so much."

"Goodnight, Mary. I'll be by soon."

She walked into her house, slowly shut the door and smiled to herself. She could hear Grant walking away, whistling a happy tune. She knew this was something different. He was something different. 



A Drunken Tale Ch. 04



Mary skipped to her bathroom shedding clothes as she went. She couldn't believe the turn her life had taken. The night had been wonderful. Grant had seemed to know exactly what to say and do. And then, her heart seized at the sound of rapping at her door.

She began to get nervous as she peeked out of her bathroom to look at the door. Who could possibly be visiting unannounced like this? She trembled as she robed herself and tiptoed to the door. As she slowly closed the gap, she tried to think logically. No one would knock if they meant any harm, right? 

She slowly eyed the peephole and felt an enormous rush flow through her. So relieved, she lost herself and opened the door wide to behold her beautiful Stranger, Grant.

"I like the way this has been going, gettin' to see you nearly naked every time."

Mary looked down at her robe and realized it almost showed too much and, with a blush, pulled it tight around her. While her eyes were averted, Grant stepped in and took her in his arms as though it had been years (instead of minutes) since they last saw each other. He breathed her in deeply while he rendered her motionless with his sheer strength. 

As he let her go, Mary looked at him alarmed. "Grant, what's happened, what's wrong?" 

"Nothing, hun. You just forgot your sweater."

"I didn't bring a sweater."

"You're right; I didn't have a better excuse to see you again."

Mary smiled a broad smile that warmed Grant. "You don't need an excuse." Astonished by her boldness, she recoiled slightly, "I mean, I'm glad to see you."

"I was hoping that I could maybe take you to dinner, or rent a movie or something."

"Well, how 'bout a movie. Lemme finish my shower and I will go with you."

Mary tried to walk calmly to the shower as Grant went back to the living room, a place he was definitely becoming comfortable in. He heard the shower running and Mary humming something. Mesmerized, he followed the lovely sound.

As he reached the door to her bathroom, he gave it a slight nudge and faced an onslaught of steam. As his eyes adjusted, he hazarded a glance. There she was. Through the obscured glass, he could see her delicate form. She was lithe and more attractive than he could imagine.

She just stood there, letting the water cascade down her pale skin. It felt so amazing. She imagined Grant watching her and desiring her. She felt so wonderful in her own skin as she rubbed one hand from her neck, over her pert breast, and down in between her legs. She felt the slickness between her lips. She couldn't remember the last time she explored herself like this, or the last time she enjoyed it.

As Grant watched, his cock grew quickly and steadily. He couldn't believe the girl that had been ever constant in his mind was pleasuring herself right in front of him. His rigid cock ached for relief. He slowly moved his hand to touch it and as though a flash flood had washed over him, he came to his senses. He could not risk everything for one moment's satisfaction. 

Grant stepped backwards, slightly appalled with himself. How could he be so callous with someone so precious? He felt as if he'd been caught. He walked quickly to the living room and sat down. Somehow, he felt, the longer he sat there, the more it would make up for what he had done. 

Mary stepped out of the shower and her body tingled. She felt that the shower did more than cleanse her, it renewed her. It felt like a baptism of sexuality. 

She dressed quickly, not wanting to spare a moment with Grant. She put on a pair or khaki shorts and a white T then spritzed herself with a splash of lavender scent. Feeling nearly like a little girl, she dashed into the living room and bounced onto the seat next to Grant.

"Grant, what's this frown about? I don't like it one bit." She reached out and touched his arm softly. Grant shifted in his seat uncomfortably and looked down at this small, young hand resting on his arm. Though still feeling the guilt, he looked at Mary's beautiful face. He brought her hand to his face and cupped it around his cheek. He slowly turned his head and kissed it. 

"Then I'd better not frown anymore, huh? You still want to go get a movie?"

Mary certainly did not. She had a whole plethora of things that she wanted to do with Grant and none of them included watching some movie. 

"I dunno, Grant, why don't we just veg out watch some TV?" He would have said yes to anything. And while he tried to find something to watch, Mary went to make some popcorn.

She returned with the popcorn and much to Grant's pleasure, sat close to him. She reached up to turn off the lamp, and scooted yet closer to lay her head upon him. Grant felt pride well in his chest. He was astonished that such a fair girl could choose him. Lost in thought and reverie, his eyes became heavy, and he dozed into sleep as the world melted away.

..................................................

"Annie, what's wrong, Annie?!"

"Run Mary, run!"

Mary turns in the direction Annie points to. It's Him.

"You're just in time baby, I was about to show your cute little sister a good time."

Mary feels as though she might throw up. She runs and throws herself onto Him wailing her fists as hard as she can. She hits Him square in the mouth and turns ghostly white as she realizes she drew blood. He throws her limp body down to the ground and wipes the blood from His lip.

"What the fuck is this you little bitch? Are you jealous? I can do you both if you want." 

She watches as His gaze flits from her to her sister and back again. She runs to attack Him again and kicks him between his legs. She quickly runs to Annie and grasps her wrist with all her might, dragging her away. She comes to a wall, she has nowhere to go. 

She screams, "Help, anybody, please HELP!"

"Shh, shh what's wrong, hun?"

Mary's eyes squinted open to see, not Him, but Grant. Not completely sure of what was real, she pleaded with him to help her.

"Mary sweetie, it was a dream. You're just fine. We fell asleep watching TV."

She became aware her nose was pressed hard against his chest and she was gripping his shirt so hard her knuckles were white.

Her face looked terrible. Grant was literally scared out of his wits. He held her tightly and tried to calm her by whispering hushes in her ear. 

Mary gladly accepted this consolation. She moved onto his lap and curled up in his warmth. She wasn't exactly used to these dreams, but it did make things far more manageable with someone there to help her through. 

"Mary hun, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just have really bad nightmares."

"What are they about, sweetie?"

"I don't, don't really want to talk about them right now. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, whatever you need. Let's get you to bed."

He stood up and held her like she was made of air. He kissed the top of her head and carried her to her bed. He pulled back the covers and laid her down ever so softly. He pulled the covers back over her and began to leave.

Like a steel trap, her hand flew to capture his arm. "Please don't leave. Could you stay just a little while longer?"

Grant chuckled, which helped Mary calm down considerably. "I feel like I've seen this in a movie. And who am I to ignore fate?"

He sat down beside her and petted her hair. "Would you like me to go watch some more infomercials? Or pull up a chair right here?"

"You don't have to stay long if you don't want to. Just stay here."

She slowly fell back to sleep, as did Grant. She was still grasping his hand, and he certainly didn't want to leave. He lay down with her, facing her, and pulled her close. Once again, she managed to illicit his protective urges. He quietly pressed his lips against her slightly parted mouth. 

She awoke and they stared, like a doe caught in headlights, at each other. She closed her eyes in assent and he held her tightly and avariciously attacked her willing mouth. She writhed in his arms with pleasure and moaned against his mouth. 

At this cue, his hands began exploring Mary's body. His hand moved down the enclave of her side to the curve of her hip. He turned his hand and slowly moved towards her womanhood.

Suddenly, like a light switch, she went rigid and reached down to hold his hand in place.

"Mary, I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I gotta admit that you drive me a little crazy but that's no excuse to mistreat you. I'm really sorry."

Something clicked in Mary's head when she realized she was trying to push him away as before. So, she moved his hand back to her side and pulled him close once again. There they stood still, and she slowly began to lose consciousness.

Relieved beyond comprehension, Grant lowered his head, kissed her hair and fell asleep with her. Though the night had not gone the best way possible, he was more content than he could account for. He left the world with her scent hugging him tightly and he reveled in it.



A Drunken Tale Ch. 05



Mary awoke in Grant's strong arms and felt content. She marveled at the fact that she didn't have a single nightmare the whole night; well, aside from the one that got Grant into her bed. She definitely wasn't upset about that one either. He was still sleeping and so she took the opportunity to watch him. He was, as she already knew, simply gorgeous: strong chiseled chin, full, soft lips that looked utterly kissable, dark, nearly black, mussed hair, and she knew the eyes were killer without seeing them. She watched him slowly breathe in and out again and envied how soundly he could sleep. She lifted her hand to his face to feel the stubble that was showing. His face was warm, and the stubble was rough and she loved touching his skin.

Grant drew in a deep breath and moaned. He opened his eyes and Mary looked intently into the brilliant green. He looked back at her and she seemed to be nearly glowing. There was no awkwardness, no confusion. She looked radiant: her dark brown hair framing her beautiful face. Her skin was so fair and her cheeks rosy pink. Her big, brown eyes drew him in; they were so dark.

"Mornin'. Did you sleep okay this time around?"

"Mmm, perfectly."

She licked her lips and stretched in his arms. Grant was overtaken by the desire to make love to her. So, he settled with trying to steal a kiss. He pulled her close and held her tightly. He pressed his lips lightly onto hers, and much to his surprise and delight, she deepened the kiss and hesitantly slid her tongue past his parted lips. He moaned into her mouth and passionately reciprocated.

Mary couldn't believe the electricity flowing through her. All she wanted to do was stay in this cozy bed at sunrise forever. She felt she had lost control of herself and wasn't at all upset about it. For once, she lost her inhibitions and took what she wanted. She slid her hands up his shirt and found his muscled back. Lightly, she ran her nails down his back causing him to get goose bumps. She liked his reactivity and continued to let her hands wander the expanse of his back.

Grant was surprised at the touch of her little hands, but he didn't want her to stop. Taking her lead, he ran his hands up the back of her shirt. She seemed to tense a little but she definitely wasn't fighting back. He continued to explore and found the clasp of her bra that she was still wearing. At first, he decided to leave it be, but slowly, he began to fiddle with the mechanism. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. He hoped that she would give him just a little trust. He unclasped her bra and freed her small breasts. 

"May I take this off you?"

Filled with desire, Mary still wasn't sure. But, she wasn't about to back off now. The warmth had been steadily growing between her legs and it wouldn't be denied. She looked at him, his face, so handsome and open. She tried to read his eyes and only saw tenderness glazed over with a hint of lust. Mary decided that was exactly what she was hoping to see and helped him remove her bra.

Still in her t-shirt, he looked down at her protruding nipples and his growing erection climaxed. "Mary, I think you're beautiful." He again pulled her close and assaulted her mouth. Even with a hint of morning breath, she tasted wonderful to him. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, having her in his arms, allowing him to explore.

He leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. Mary watched as he did this. She was so excited. He looked positively delicious. She ran her hands over his warm chest as he lay back down.

"Grant, I don't know how to say this. I, you look so amazing. And I'm really attracted to you, but..."

"You can never see me again?" Grant quipped playfully.

She let out a laugh that shocked even her. "No, no, nothing quite that dramatic. I just have had bad experiences with men, and I am just afraid of moving too fast.

"Well how's about we make a deal? If I do something you aren't ready for, you tell me and I will try not to act too disappointed. And you continue to see me. I want to see so much more of you, in all aspects."

Her heart was bursting. Though she had been somewhat difficult, he was still interested in her. "That sounds like a really good deal."

She leaned in a kissed him with a fluttering in her heart. He kissed her deeply and playfully nibbled her lip. She let out a gasp the made Grant's blood boil in his veins. He wanted to explore every curve and crevice. He figured, what the hell, she would stop him if she wanted. So he took a risk and gently began to pull the t-shirt up.

"Wait." 

Grant stopped and watched as the scuttled underneath the covers and came back up holding her shirt. She made sure to cover herself with the blanket.

"I'm just, I don't want you to see me."

"Mary, since I met you I have thought you were nothing but beautiful. Do you think my mind would change now that you've got me painfully excited?"

Mary blushed wildly and scooted against Grants chest. He could feel her warm breasts and stomach pressed up against him. He held her tightly, and for her comfort, attempted not to look down. He moved his hands from her hips, down the enclave of her side, and brushed a thumb lightly over her nipple. He was thrilled to find it hard and to feel her shudder in his arms. 

He gently left a kiss on her pouty lips. He moved to kiss her ear, her nose, her chin. He lingered at her neck, breathing his hot breath on it, kissing it ever so gently. He moved downward, sweetly kissing her collarbone. He could feel her begin to tense, but she hadn't stopped him yet. So he continued downward kissing her chest and finally, lightly kissed one of her erect nipples. She cooed longingly, so he moved to the other and kissed that one also. With an equal reaction, he continued to gently massage her nipple with his tongue. 

He came back up and passionately kissed her mouth. Suddenly, on impulse he rolled on top of her clearly shocking her. He lightly brushed back her hair with his hands and looked down at her, her eyes closed in pleasure. She was so small and young, but more importantly, incredible. 

"Can I ask you something, Mary."

Slowly raising her lids, she looked into his emerald eyes. "Anything." She wasn't sure if she was responding to his question, or was just willing to give him whatever he wanted.

"What happened that got you so gun shy about men?"

At that, she snapped back so reality and felt deflated. "I want to tell you. But, I can't. It's just too hard. Just believe me that I am going to try my hardest to not let it stand in my way anymore."

Grant looked at her intensely and petted her hair. He couldn't believe that where was someone out there that would hurt who so much. Lost in thought, his stomach let out a low growl, which had Mary giggling at him.

"I think I'm hungry. Would you like to get breakfast with me?"

"Only if I get to choose where." She had a sly, devilish smile on her face.

"Ooo, I dunno with that face. Where is it you want to go, darlin'?"

"You have to promise to go, first. Then I'll tell you."

"This is risky business, if you ask me. Okay, I promise."

She giggled and squirmed with delight. "We're going to Waffle House!"

Grant grimaced and groaned as if in terribly pain. He rolled off her dramatically and acted like he was dying. "Mary, I'm not used to injecting poison into myself."

"Oh hush, you're only saying that cause everybody else says that. Waffle House is delicious."

Grant rolled out of bed and put on his shirt. He messed with his hair a little as if he was doing something productive. Mary watched with such curiosity. He stopped, realizing he was being watched and stared back at her. "Well, we're never gonna make it there if you don't get out of bed, little missy."

"Um, could you just turn around for a second?"

He did as she asked and heard her run into the bathroom and swing the door closed. Grant smiled to himself about her modesty after he had just had his mouth around those beautiful, pink nipples. He stepped towards the door and heard the shower running.

"Girl loves her showers," he said to himself. He knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"Could I come in, possibly use your toothbrush. I promise I will try my hardest not to look."

She stood in the shower mulling over this request. It wasn't like he was coming in to shower with her, and he said he would "try" not too look. Imagining it, Mary felt that familiar warmth between her legs. Was it normal? Did normal, perfectly adjusted girls, not care if a guy came in briefly? If she stood sideways just right, he wouldn't be able to see much of her at all. And he had already seen her breasts.

"Um, okay." Her voice was shaky, and she hoped he didn't hear.

He walked in with his hand held up to blind himself. She giggled at that and felt slightly more comfortable. She lathered herself up with soap, unaware that he was sneaking a look. Once again, an erection quickly grew and he had to adjust himself. He tried to focus on brushing his teeth but he couldn't stop sending sideways glances her way. She really was, quite possibly, the most beautiful girl he'd ever looked upon. When he was finished, he raised his hand back up and walked back out.

He looked around, not really sure what to do while he waited. So, he lay back down and stared at the ceiling thinking about what was happening between Mary and him. He grinned to himself and allowed his mind to wander underneath her clothes. He heard the shower turn off and turned towards the door. Mary peeked out.

"Um, could you step out for a second so I could dress."

"No...no, I don't think so."

"Really?" Her heart fluttered a little in her chest.

"Of course not really, darlin'." Grant chuckled warmly and rose from the bed. He walked over to where her face was peeking out the door and laid a soft kiss on her lips. "I'll wait in the living room."

As he left the room, Mary released the sigh of rapture she was holding in. She was floating on cloud nine. She got dressed carefully. She pulled on a pair of satin white panties and put on a white, lacey bra. She then put on a flirty little skirt and a tank top. What the hell was she doing? Did she plan on having sex with him? He probably wouldn't even see the panties. Oh well, she was dressed.

She walked into the living room and saw him going through a photo album he had found.

"This is your sister and brother, right?" He raised the album for her to see.

"Yeah, that's Annie and Tommy."

Grant looked at her hungrily. Did she know what she was doing to him? He wanted to venture under that cute little skirt so badly. And that tank top seemed to push her little breasts up and out at him. He put down the album, stood, and walked to her. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist and lowered his head to taste her lips. She tasted divine and smelled like a lavender heaven. Pulling away he looked into her dark eyes and his stomach fluttered.

"Well thanks for that! You ready to go to Waffle House?"

Grant let out a groan. Mary quickly pulled his face to hers and kissed him with such passion that Grant almost lost his wits. She felt so amazing in his arms. And the way he desperately didn't want to go to Waffle House made her crazy. She delved her tongue into his mouth and tasted every part of it. She nibbled his lip hard making him grunt with lust.

He picked her up abruptly and continued to kiss her with her in his arms. She giggled and continued to kiss him back. He started walking back to the room, but she quickly reached out and latched onto the doorway.

"Oh, no you don't. I'm starving!"

He lowered his head into her neck in defeat. He breathed her in deeply, and then let her down. "Alright, let's get going."

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After a meal at Waffle House that Grant had to admit was tasty. They both go into Grant's car full.

"So Mary, you want to come over to my place? Maybe I could get a shower for a change."

Mary wasn't sure about this idea at all. She was afraid to be alone with him in his home. It was one thing for her to get comfortable with him in her own house, but his place? But, she was determined to be with him; to allow herself to enjoy him. 

"I guess so."

Grant looked over at her and she looked slightly worried. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I'll be sure to behave myself. You have nothing to worry about." He gave her hand a tight squeezed and smiled at her. She smiled back and they were on their way.

When they arrived, Mary was in awe at what she saw. His house was beautiful and much larger than hers. "You live here?!"

"Yeah. I know it's a dump."

She laughed and got out of the car continuing to stare at his house. She couldn't wait to see the inside. Though the house was beautiful, it didn't feel homey. She was hoping the inside would be much warmer. 

Grant walked around and grabbed her hand to pull her towards the house. He unlocked the door and let her in. It was just as she had hoped. It was warm and inviting. In fact, she was surprised a bachelor lived there.

"Come on, I'll show you my room if you want." He winked at her and began to pull her again. She laughed, and followed like a lost puppy, taking in everything she saw. When they had made it to his room, she gasped. It was huge, and the king-size bed was almost intimidating. She thought of how many women he had had in that bed, and quickly felt jealous and betrayed, though she knew it was ridiculous.

"What do you think?"

"This is just lovely! I can't believe you live here. You must be really rich."

She gasped, wide-eyed and covered her mouth with her hand. She was appalled that she just said that. "I'm so sorry! How rude of me!"

Grant only laughed and brought her into his room. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and Mary followed. That bathroom nearly made her own room look small, and the tub could fit four people easily.

"Do you take many baths?"

Grant removed his shirt. "No, not really. I don't get much used out of that. It's a waste really but all large houses come with large tubs."

Mary watched Grant as he removed his pants and was standing right in front of her in his boxers like it was nothing. She couldn't stop staring. His body was so fit and sexy. She wanted to throw him in the bed and have him all day and night. She blushed, embarrassed from her own thoughts.

Grant noticed the way she was basically eye fucking him. He could believe that this innocent, modest young woman was unabashedly staring at his body. He liked it and in response his dick twitched, which he hoped she didn't notice. He stepped over to her and pressed against her, laying a kiss upon her lips. Her hands explored him eagerly, and he was surprised when her fingers slid under his waistband slightly. 

"Take a shower with me."

Mary looked up at him in shock. She could never take a shower with him. It just wasn't possible. "No, I...I can go try and find the living room and wait for you."

"Take a bath with me."

"I really can't..."

"I'll add tons of bubbles. I won't see a single part of you. I'll leave while you undress. Take a bath with me."

She was flattered by his persistence; his want to be with her. They had only known each other 3 days but it seemed much longer. Though her head said no to this idea, her body screamed yes at the top of its lungs. 

"Okay...But I'm leaving on my underwear...and you still have to turn around!"

He scrambled to turn off the shower and turn on the bath. He added tons of soap and turned on the jets to get the bubbles really building. "Okay, I'll go over there and turn around and you just hop in." He was so excited. He felt like a 16 year old boy, all hormones and no brains. He turned away from her as she undressed.

"Okay, you can get in."

He turned around and she looked absolutely adorable with bubbles up to her neck. Grant walked over to the tub and leaned down to kiss those beautiful, pink lips. "Would you like me to stay in my boxers, hun?"

"No. I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to. You can do whatever feels best." She was so nervous, it was difficult to swallow.

"Well turn around then. And no peeking, missy. I know what a sex fiend you are."

She giggled and put her hands firmly over her eyes. She heard him slip down his boxers. She peeked through her fingers and saw his round, tight ass. She closed her fingers before he caught her. Unbeknownst to her, he knew she snuck a peek, and he rather liked it. He slipped into the warm water and sighed.

"I forgot how wonderful baths can be." He looked at her intently. "You look wonderful surrounded by bubbles. Would you mind if I swam over to your side?" Before she got a chance to answer, he scooted next to her. She looked at him so unsure of what to do.

"Is this too fast for you, hun?"

"I don't know. You keep doing things that I am not sure are too fast."

"Would you like me to back off some?"

"Let's just not go any faster. I am very attracted to you, and I can't believe you're so attracted to me. But, I'm just not used to all this attention. I guess I need to adjust a little."

Grant leaned in very slowly. He kissed the lightest kiss on her lips. She looked at him in amazement. "So what are we going to do today, Mary?"

"Today? Well, um, I have no idea."

"We'll figure something out, I'm sure," he said with a sly smile. He brought her face to his and pulled her onto him. 

She was shocked. She could feel every inch of him. Every single inch. He knew precisely what he was doing, but she certainly had no idea. She tried to ignore the erection pressing into her and looked questioningly into his eyes. He kissed her nose and laughed a little. 

"You want to get out, don't you?"

She grinned sheepishly. "Could we?"

He got out unabashedly and gave her a full look at his gorgeous body, and his hard cock. She couldn't believe he was so confident. He wrapped a towel around himself. He fetched his robe and opened it in front of her welcomingly. Well, if he could boldly stand in front of her, than she could do the same, especially since she was still wearing her underwear. 

She stood, unaware that her underwear we almost completely transparent. He took in the sight and gave thanks. He wrapped the robe around her and tied the belt around her. She looked delectable in his huge robe. It swallowed her, and he like seeing her in his robe.

"Lemme get you something comfortable to get into." 

He came back with a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts. She dressed in them quickly, and came out of the bathroom to face him. She felt terribly embarrassed. She had a perfect opportunity to let out her sexuality with him, and she did nothing and said nothing. The whole bathtub experience felt like a big wash.

"Look Mary, I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't have pressured you to join me. You were uncomfortable, and I know you are trying to get over those feelings, but you were slightly unsuccessful this time. What would you like to do, what would make your day more fun since I tried to ruin it?"

"Well," she thought, "could we maybe dry my underwear and go to the park?"

"That sound like a wonderful idea. I'll show you the dryer and you can do your thing." Moments later, her panties were slowly drying and Mary and Grant were sitting with on another on the couch. Mary looked at Grant, who seemed lost in thought, and felt guilty. She was hindering something that could be so wonderful. He was probably so used to normal girls that he was having a difficult time matching her pace. She hoped that he wasn't getting frustrated with her.

"Grant, I want to try and maybe tell you a little bit about my experience, and maybe it would be easier for you to understand why I'm such a...prude."

Grant snapped out of his stupor and stared at Mary. "Are you sure?"




A Drunken Tale Ch. 05



"Well, I feel like it's only fair. You have been so patient with me."

"Okay...if you want to tell me, I won't stop you. It may not seem like it, the way I've been all hormones around you, but I am interested in everything about you.'

Mary tried to collect herself as best she could. She didn't want to cry or lose her head over this. She wasn't going to tell it all to him, just enough for him to understand. She took in a deep breath.

"Well, the short of it is...a long time ago, when I was very young, " another deep breath, she could feel herself losing control. "Well...I was forced to have sex."

Grant couldn't believe what he was hearing, and suddenly he felt like an ass. This young, beautiful, intelligent woman was hurt more than he had thought. He would have assumed some moron cheated on her, or maybe even hit her, but this was so much more than he had anticipated. He looked into her eyes and noticed them brimming over with tears. He felt his heart go out to her in pain. Grant pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

"Mary, god sweety, I am so, so sorry for acting the way I have. I didn't even guess that what you dealt with was so terrible. I would have never, ever been so persistent."

Grant hugged her tightly and smelled the scent of lavender waft past his nose, and for once his groin wasn't screaming for attention. He just wanted to hold this young girl that had had enough problems for a lifetime. He pulled back and looked into her dark eyes. 

Mary looked at him as was relieved. She was relieved she had told him, and now things would more easily run at a slower pace. And though this thought was dancing in her mind, his alarmed face and full lips entranced her. She pulled his face to hers and nearly clashed their teeth in haste.

Grant was absolutely at a loss. He wanted to ravish her, the way she was throwing herself on him. But, he was trying his hardest to hold back. However, it was nearly impossible with her on top of him, kissing with more force than she had yet. Her tongue was vehemently exploring his mouth and her hands had his head securely put. 

Mary had no idea that his understanding would send her over the edge for him. She was still scared as hell but she wanted him, and she wanted him badly. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her pelvis. She backed off of him and looked down at it.


"Mary, I'm sorry. I have no control over it. You were kissing me and it just happened..." His voice trailed as she reached out her hand and lightly rubbed it over his dick. She looked curious and enthralled. 

"Oh christ Mary, do you have any idea what this is doing to me?"

She looked up at him with wide eyes and bit her lip. He couldn't resist her. He should, but he couldn't. He put his hand over hers and guided it up and down his shaft. He laid his head back in bliss and Mary was amazed at what she could manage to do to a man if she so chose. She gently put more pressure onto is dick, and he groaned with pleasure. He couldn't believe that this amazing woman was making him feel so wonderful. 

"Grant, you like this?"

"Uh huh, Mary you don't have to."

"I want to. I want to try."

"You're doing wonderfully." And she was. Though Grant was usually able to last, the excitement of having the girl of his dreams stroking him off was making it difficult to hold himself together.

"Mary, if you do this much longer, I'm going to cum."

That spurred Mary on. She rubbed more vigorously with more enthusiasm. For once in her life, she felt in control over her sexual experience, and she loved it. But, she wanted to shock him more. She stopped rubbing, causing Grant to look down at her. She smiled up at him and reached for his pant's button. Unbuttoning it, she pulled the zipper down.

"Mary, you don't have to, I swear. Oh god...."

Mary slipped his hard cock out of his pants and slowly began to rub it more. Mary took in every ridge. It was hot and velvety, and much larger than she would have expected. But, it was in her hand, and she had the power. She stroked steadily, watching Grant's face contort. 

Suddenly, Grant grunted and his seed spilled out over her hand. It was hot and it turned Mary on incredibly. Grant opened his eyes and stared at her in disbelief as she lifted her hand and curiously licked his cum off. He wanted to have her that moment. 

Mary was surprised at the taste. It was slightly bitter, and the flavor seemed to cling to her tongue though the substance was down her throat. But, it also had a very deep, earthy taste that was interesting, to say the least.

"Did you like that Grant?"

"God yes, I did."

Grant grabbed Mary's chin and kissed her lips, almost in thanks, it seemed. "I'm glad you opened up to me. And I'm glad you're trying to ignore your terrible experiences for me. You are so sweet and so sexy. Thank you for giving me the time of day."

Grant got up to clean himself off. Mary was stunned and amazed with herself and Grant. Thanks to him, she was beginning to live life again, and he made her feel ready for it. 



A Drunken Tale Ch. 06



The sun was shining, there was a soft breeze blowing, and the air smelled sweet of grass and flowers. Mary and Grant walked slowly hand in hand; Mary slightly blushing watching her feet as she walked. Grant looked over at her and was warmed. He was so amazed with this young lady. After all she had been through, she was opening up to new experiences with leaps and bounds.

"Mary, what do you think about this spot?"

Mary looked over at the grassy null and thought it looked welcoming. So she nodded and they spread Grant's blanket across it. They both sat and looked at each other, idly smiling. And as if a light bulb went off in her head, she realized that though she knew Grant as a person, she knew nothing about him and his past. She wanted to know everything that made him tick.

"Grant, tell me some about you, please."

"Should I just start anywhere?"

"Everything that makes you is important to me."

Grant blushed a little at her candor and decided to start from the beginning. "Well, let's see. I had a really nice childhood. My dad was fairly affluent so I wanted for nothing. My mom was just wonderful. I don't think I have a single bad memory about her. She died when I was 13 of cancer. It wasn't so bad as one would think though. She had really prepared me for it. So when she was gone, I missed her, but there wasn't uncontrollable grief or anything. However, I was left with my dad. He isn't a bad man, but he was more or less detached. No playing catch in the yard or anything. And when mom died, well, he secluded himself even more. So, I was basically left to my own devices, got into a hell of a lot of trouble all throughout high school."

"So how did you ever turn out so wonderful?" 

"Ha! Well, after experiencing all that, I knew I wanted to live life differently. I did the drinking and tripping and the sexin' and then I'd had enough. I really don't regret it though, I had a good time then and it led to who I am now. So, I went to college, but since my dad was putting me through, he basically checked the courses I signed up for to make sure I was on the right path: his path."

"So, I take it you didn't follow that, huh?

"No, definitely not. And I don't regret it a bit. Dad was a lot of things, but he never seemed very happy. All I know is that I haven't been happier." Grant looked at Mary seriously and Mary's heart twittered as he reached his hand up to her cheek. "Mary, you make me so happy. I want to share so much with you. You're the only girl...woman I know who has ever made me feel satisfied the way you do."

Mary blushed. She scooted closer to Grant and tasted his bottom lip. Grant moaned putting her insides into frenzy. Grant laid back and Mary leaned over him looking down into his warm eyes. 

"Grant, there is something more I wanna tell you. About...about what we talked about earlier."

Grant reached out to pull her down into the crook of his arm. He kissed the top of her head and petted back her hair. He silently stared into the sky.

"Well...the man who raped me...was my father."

Grant snapped up straight and a look of disgust and anger washed over his face. He wanted to destroy that man. He wanted to break his face on the pavement. He felt like he needed to get up right now, track him down and make his life as miserable as he had made Mary's. And then, like a strike of lightning, he realized just how hard Mary had been trying.

"Mary, you are the most amazing person I have ever met. I wouldn't even be able to function properly, and you are...amazing."

Mary's eyes were filling with water and Grant could see that. He brought his hand to her face and left a tender kiss on her lips. As the tears streamed down, she continued, "But, I just wanted to ask you something, a favor. Would you, someday, make love to me? I mean, just that, be patient with me and show me how?"

"Mary, I don't want you to ever have to cry anymore and if that's something you want to share with me, I wouldn't rush a thing. I wouldn't want to rush anything with you. You know what? I have a great idea. I'm not going to tell you but you're going to love it. So how about I take you home, you get yourself all dolled up and I will pick you up in a couple hours. How does that sound?"

Mary was so relieved and calmed by his response. It was obvious he cared about her past and how terribly it affected her, but more importantly, he wanted to help her get past it and be there when she did. 

"That sounds wonderful, I'd love to do that."

They picked up their things and made the journey back to her house. In the car, Grant leaned in and gave her another soft kiss before she hopped out. She was so elated that she nearly bounced to the door, opened it, waved him off and leaped into her house. In as long as she could remember, she hadn't been this purely happy and excited. Grant was definitely one of the best things...the door wasn't locked. Mary's heart skipped a beat as she turned to look at the doorknob. She ran to the door, opened in and looked outside hoping more than anything that Grant was still there. But he wasn't. She looked around the neighborhood and saw nothing suspicious. She closed the door and ran through the house in search of anything out of place. She found nothing. Everything was completely as she had left it.

It was possible, she thought to herself, that in her excitement before, she had left the door unlocked. It seemed probably actually. She hadn't really been herself lately and perhaps all this excitement got her a little silly. She tried to breathe in some calming breaths and made her way to her bedroom.

It was difficult to refocus her attention, but she decided to start with picking out her clothes. She opened her closet to search through her clothes, but she really knew just what she was going to wear. Luckily, amongst the many unwanted gifts from her sister was a little black dress. Mary thought that was precisely the thing she should wear. She laid it on the bed along with a satin thong, a garter belt, and stockings. She blushed at the way they looked, lying there on the bed. But, she knew they would look good so she trotted into her bathroom and started the shower. 

She walked back out of the bathroom and again admired her outfit. She giggled imagining the look she expected to see on Grant's face. Still, the door being unlocked was nagging her. She walked through the house one more time to check everything thoroughly, but she found nothing wrong. Feeling more confident after this check, she strode into the bathroom, and nearly fainted.

Written plain as day on her mirror, in the steam, was, "Hey baby," written inside a heart. Her blood ran cold in her veins. She just stood there, like an idiot, staring at the mirror. She willed her legs to move and ran to the phone. Quickly, she picked up the receiver and began dialing for the police when she slowly put the receiver down, thinking to herself. 

It could easily have been Grant. Boy, she just wasn't used to being around someone else. It had to be Grant; he was in the bathroom when she was taking a shower. Duh, how could she be so paranoid? She mentally chastised herself for being so lame and returned to the bathroom, hastily blurred out the message, and took a shower. 

After getting out and getting dressed, she began to work on her make-up. She was by no means a make-up artist; she just never used the stuff. But, tonight was a special occasion. She decided to completely avoid the eye-liner to make sure she didn't end up looking like a Goth or some hussy, and ended up just putting on some lip gloss, eye shadow, and a touch of blush. She looked into the mirror and decided that she did a pretty damn good job. 

Just then, the doorbell rang, causing her to jump. She again chastised herself and opened the door to greet Grant. He was clearly stunned and the lusty, surprised look on his face excited Mary.

"Wow, you look stunning. You really look so stunning, and sexy."

"Thank you, you look wonderful too."

And he did. His smell was intoxicating and Mary couldn't control the thoughts of throwing him into her bed and ravishing him. But, it was time to go, and she definitely wasn't about to do all that. 

He was the perfect gentleman the whole evening. He opened the car door, the ritzy restaurant door, pulled out the chair, the whole deal, and Mary was in heaven. The food was delicious, the ambiance was romantic, she couldn't have asked for more. But she got more. Grant brought her to the local community theatre and she had the most wonderful time. They whole night had been perfect.

"I have one last little surprise for you."

"And what's that?"

"Oh no no, I'm not tellin'. You will just have to see for yourself."

They drove back to Grant's house and Mary began to worry that he intended to do her little favor for her a little sooner than she was hoping. Grant could tell she was getting a little nervous but he only chuckled to himself. She had no idea what she was getting. He held her hand tightly and led her to his room.

She was shocked to see that the room was aglow with candles (which she hoped that a maid had lit) and that the covers to the bed were pulled back. She was about to protest when she noticed a rental "When Harry Met Sally" sitting on the bed. She turned to Grant giggling and gave him a huge hug.

"Grant, I hate to say this, but I was afraid you brought me back here to...you know, and I just don't think I was ready. But, I shouldn't have doubted you. This is wonderful."

"And that's not all, I got us some popcorn and ice cream for later and some comfy clothes for you to change into and maybe...stay the night?"

"That would be wonderful."

"Okay, well here are your clothes..."

"Grant wait. Sit on the bed."

He did as he was told, slightly perplexed. But, he was totally shocked when she started slowly removing her dress. He was even more shocked when he realized not only wasn't she wearing a bra but she also had some very sexy knickers on. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her pink nipples were very hard and inviting. He wasn't sure if he should move to her or wait for her to make the first move. 

He reached out for her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms around her torso and pressed his face onto her smooth stomach and breathed her in. He didn't know a woman could be like this. He'd only known the fast, careless type that mostly took what they wanted until there was nothing left. 

He kissed her stomach lovingly as she entangled her fingers in his hair. He rubbed his hands up and down along her back and left kisses all over her torso. She smelled sweet and tasted sweet too.

"Grant, do you like the way I look?"

"I love the way you look."

"There's...nothing wrong with me?"

"You're absolutely perfect."

Mary pulled Grant up and brought his face to hers. She kissed him passionately and pressed her bare skin against him. He grunted in satisfaction, which turned Mary on. She let her tongue explore his mouth, hesitantly at first but then more avidly when she found Grant thoroughly enjoyed it.

Grant backed up, removed his shirt and smiled at her. He took off his pants and his protruding erection was even more evident than it was before. He moved back in and pressed his hard cock against her, which made her gasp.

"Grant, you can tell that I am a little turned on, but I don't know if I am ready yet..."

"Mary don't you worry at all. You just say the word and I will stop where I am at and back off. You wanna just lay back and watch the movie?"

"No."

"No?" Grant chuckled, "And what would you like to do?"

He wrapped his arms around her and fell to the bed, pulling her with him. She giggled as he pressed his mouth against hers. He could kiss her for days. 

"Mary, will you let me do something for you?"

"What's that?"

"Let me show you? You trust me?"

"Okay."

He scooted down on her and slowly pulled down her panties. He could tell she wasn't sure about this but he knew she would enjoy it. He could smell the aroma of her arousal and it made him want her all the more. He started slowly by resting kisses along her legs and pussy lips. He began to slowly, lightly let his tongue explore the outer regions. She cooed a response, so he figured it was okay to continue. He began to lick more eagerly, tasting her feminine juices. 

Mary was in total ecstasy. It all felt so amazing, and to look down and see this beautiful man carefully satisfying her made her feel like a queen. She dug her hands into his hair and moaned blissfully. She had never known this could be so amazing.

"Oh Grant, don't stop....mmm...god, don't stop!"

Grant fervently continued, delving his tongue into her crevice and then returning to delight her clit. She tasted amazing and his dick was painfully hard. He wanted her so badly and knew he would have to wait. So he continued to lick her ardently. He could tell she was coming close and he wanted her to get there more than he could say. He wanted to show her how wonderful things like this could be.

"Grant! Oh GOD! I'm gonna....gonna...AHHH..."

He savored her juices as she came all over his face. She felt amazing, the rush, the high of it. She didn't know what she was missing out on and she was so glad she had Grant to share this with. Her father had nearly ruined it all for her, but luckily, Grant brought her back to life. 

Grant moved up to kiss her. It was strange for her to taste herself on him, and she liked it. She liked that he had her on him. She felt like he was hers. Mary hugged him tightly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She was so happy it was literally making her cry. Grant got up, obviously trying to ignore his own erection and got her sleep clothes. 

"Grant, thank you. You're being so wonderful to me."

"You're worth it, and you've been so silly to think you aren't."

He put on the movie and before the first chapter was over she was asleep in his arms. He looked at her face and marveled. This was precisely what he needed and he didn't know he needed anything.



A Drunken Tale Ch. 07



His arms are around her, strangling the air out of her as if He was merely holding her lungs in his hands. Gasping for air Mary wriggles to try to get free and realizes the stiffness pressing into her backside. She panics, she screams, she pleas, nothing seems to work. 

"Oh my little princess, how sweet you are to me."

Something's changed. He's cool and collected. She can't smell any trace of liquor. What on Earth could be happening? She stops squirming, trying to grasp the situation.

"That's right honey, don't fight against me. I won't hurt you like I have before. I am so sorry for ever hurting my precious daughters. All I wanted was your complete and total love."

This new side He is showing is confusing. She feels chills run the length of her spine. Mary can't remember the last time she felt this scared; including all the times he took her. 

"Da...daddy, what are you doing?"

He releases her and she falls onto the bed. Her skirt rises up but she quickly tries to conceal herself.

"Oh baby, all this time, I've never been satisfied. I asked myself why? Why can't I get enough? And I realized the answer this morning. I need you to want it. So this is what's going to happen: you give me what I want with all your heart and soul, you make me believe that you are loving every minute, and I will leave you alone for a month. How does that sound?"

Her mind is reeling. She can't even grasp the perversity of it. 

.................................................

"Hey cutie, what are the tears for?"

Mary slowly came to. What was that dream she was having? She couldn't place it. She couldn't remember that situation ever happening before. Her eyes blinked open to behold Grant smiling, attempting to hide his worry. She reached around his neck and pulled him as close as she was able.

"Hold me, Grant, please."

Grant was more than happy to oblige but he was so worried. What was this about, had she had another nightmare? 

"Oh sweety, what can I do to make you feel better? I hate to see you sad."

"I don't know Grant. I think I just need some time alone. Will you take me home?"

Grant's heart fell. He wanted to be what she needed, he wanted it so badly. But, he had to try to understand, and help. 

"Of course. Lemme fetch you something to wear home."

Grant dropped her off at home feeling totally and completely impotent. He thought he was making so much ground with her. He tried so hard to make her feel safe and now it felt like she was pulling away. Grant was angry. It was building. He knew logically that none of this was her fault, that she was doing the best she could. But, he couldn't help the anger and frustration bubbling underneath the surface. When would she trust him? He drove home quickly to brood. 

Mary walked into her house feeling lost and confused. What was she doing, how could she brush Grant off? But, maybe she was silly thinking she could find happiness in a man. Though he was a completely exceptional man, he was a man. Maybe she needed to find happiness in herself. Perhaps Grant just provided the catalyst she needed. 

She decided to run herself a bath. She felt amazingly apathetic. Something felt wrong deep in her. She undressed and soaked herself in the hot water. She began to doze...

...............................................

"So, does that sound like a deal, baby girl?"

"Daddy no, don't do this. I don't like it. I can't pretend that I do."

"That's not the answer daddy was looking for. Are you sure you don't want to try, or maybe I could just take you every day, maybe THAT would satisfy you."

What can she do? A month without Him touching her sounds like heaven. But, how can she pretend to like something that made her feel despicable and dirty. She looks around, trying to find some way to stall. He is standing in front of the door.

"Sweet thing, you don't get forever to make this decision. I need you now, but you get to decide how often. Come here baby, give your daddy a kiss like a good girl."

She can't see any way out of this. Should she take this "deal"? Can she really pretend to enjoy this? Seeing no way out, she slowly gets up and walks towards him. She is within an inch of him. She looks up, forces herself to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Mmm, baby, you have no idea how nice that is for me."

Mary feels tears welling in her eyes but she tries to force them back best she can. She doesn't want to ruin her chances at a month free of molestation. She looks into his eyes and feels her spirit slipping away. The pain arising in her heart is unbearable. He leans him and brushes His lips lightly across hers. She sucks up her pride and presses a kiss upon his lips. He moans into her mouth and wraps his arms around her.

From the outside, they would look like two lovers locked in a passionate embrace. But, Mary knows better. She knows with every acquiescence she makes, she loses herself. 

His tongue slithers like a snake in and out of her mouth, and she accepts it without hesitation. He breaks the kiss and examines her face. She hides her tears and pain and forces a smile. 

"Oh Mary, this is what I need. You little devil, you know exactly how to please me." 

She backs away seductively and lies on the bed. She opens and closes her legs teasingly.

"Mmm, I knew you wanted me. I knew all your fighting was just a game."

He takes off his clothes quickly to unveil his throbbing cock. He licks his lips and strokes it while he watches Mary's little show. 

Mary felt like dying. She couldn't believe herself. What was she doing? Was it really worth it? No, of course it is, of course.

She reaches out for Him and pulls him on top of her.

"Oh no, no, no, my sweet. You're not going to get out of giving me everything you have to offer."

He quickly rolls her on top of Him. She straddles his hard cock and smiles at Him. She reaches between her legs and moves aside her panties. Slowly she sits on Him, taking all of Him in. He moans and makes a disgusting face of pleasure.

Suddenly she realizes she's destroying herself by giving in. Quickly she jumps up and goes to run. He grabs her by the hair and throws her hard against the wall. Her eyes blink in and out. Blackness is falling over her. She turns to look behind her in time to see a fist rushing at her face.

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Gasping for air Mary pulled herself out of the water. She couldn't believe the dream she just had. Was that something that really happened? Did she repress all that? The water around her had gotten cold and there was no longer sun shining through the window. She couldn't believe she had been out all that time. 

She quickly got out and dried off. She looked around. She felt so strange and lost and alone. What was happening to her? And where the hell was Grant, hadn't he called? She quickly padded her way to the phone. She picked it up but there was no tone. She deftly followed the cord with her eyes and saw with a shock that it was cut. She started getting frightened and she didn't know what to do. 

"Hello? Is there someone here?" 

Behind her, a man stepped out of the hallway and smiled. 

"Hey, baby doll. Did you miss daddy?"

She turned around as he was walking towards her. Her voice caught in her throat, she couldn't talk, she couldn't scream. He grabbed her arms and pressed his face into her hair. 

"You smell as good as ever my sweet. Where have you been these last couple of days? I've been waiting for you."

"Don't daddy, please, please don't."

"Oh sweety, your pleas never have fallen on deaf ears, have they? I'll be so gentle with you."

He reached for her shirt and slowly lifted it above her head. She looked in his eyes and a look of shock and pain washed over his face. He fell to the ground and behind him stood Grant.

She raced into his arms. 

"Oh Grant! Oh my god! How did you know? How?"

"Oh darlin', I'm so sorry this happened. Let's call the police and get this man out of your life forever."

Hours later, after the police had finally left with Mary's father, Grant and Mary were finally alone.

"Mary, I don't want to just be some guy in your life. I don't want you to fear me or not trust me. I don't want anything like that. So, I've decided to end this. Everything has been so wonderful and surreal. But, I don't want to be someone temporary for you to help you turn your life around. I think you need to do that yourself and hopefully, when you have, you will come find me again. I love you, Mary. So much."

Tears formed in Mary's eyes. It was all so sad and wonderful. He loved her. He loved her so much that he needed her to find herself so that later, they could spend a lifetime together. She hugged him tightly.

"I understand Grant.  But, I can never thank you enough for all that you have done for me. You have shown me that I don't have to be stuck in my own little world, fearing everything else. Thank you."

Grant pulled her arms from his neck, turned and left silently. Mary didn't know how to feel. She understood exactly what he was saying and thought it sounded very logical. But, how could she go on now. Now that she had tasted a romance so wonderful. She sat down in her living room to think. So much had happened. So many things she needed to ponder and weigh. 

Ever so slowly, she began getting angry. Why should her father prevent her from having what she wanted and when? Hadn't he had enough power over her life up till now? It was time for her to take back her life and reach out for what she wanted. And all she wanted in the whole world was to experience life with Grant. 

Quickly she changed and drove to Grant's. She stared out her window at the large house he lived in. She noticed few lights were on. Wondering what he was feeling, she silently slipped out of her car. When she reached the door, she was thankful to find it unlocked. Slowly, quietly, she searched the house for Grant. 

Where she had finally found him was in his study, facing away from her with his head in his hands. Her heart wept for him. She hated to see him in this kind of pain. 

"Grant?"

Startled, Grant quickly turned around.

"Mary, what are you doing here?"

"Grant, see the thing is, you could never, ever be temporary for me. You have shown me who I am and you have given me strength I never knew I had. No temporary man could do such a thing for me. I don't want you out of my life. I feel like every experience is now fresh and new, and I want you to show me everything."

"But, I never want you to look at me and see a man like you saw in your father."

"Grant, you ninny, I could never look at you like that. And anyway, as I recall, you owe me something."

"I owe you something? What do I owe you?"

Grant stood as Mary walked over to him. She pressed her body against his and slowly, softly kissed his neck. 

"I'm surprised you have forgotten so quickly."

"Oh god...that...mmm."

"You're the only man in the world who can teach me about how wonderful it is. Teach me, Grant, now."

In a blink of an eye, Grant picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, Mary giggling all the way. He laid her softly on the bed. 

"I'll be so gentle with you, and go as fast or slow as you want."

Mary reached for his shirt and pulled him on top of her.

"Will you just shut up and make love to me?"

Grant nearly growled and quickly pulled off her clothing. Fully nude, Grant admired every contour of her body. She had the softest, fairest skin he had ever seen. He ran his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts as they moved downwards. He kissed every nook and cranny of her body. He breathed in her sweet scent and was again intoxicated.

Mary's pulse quickened as he explored her. She was more turned on than she had ever been and was ready to give herself to him. She reached to pull off his shirt and nearly swooned at his physique. She felt a not so familiar warmth grow between her legs.

"Oh Grant, I can't believe the way make me feel. Don't make me wait, take me, please, take me."

He quickly got up and removed his pants. His cock was hard and angry. He hardly had control over himself as he laid himself above her, holding himself up by his arms.

"Are you sure you are ready?" He panted.

"God yes Grant."

He slowly slid himself inside her warmth. He groaned with the sheer pleasure of it. He had never made love to anyone like this before. The pleasure enveloped him. She silently whined in his ear, which spurred him on as he began moving in and out of her. 

The feeling was exquisite. Mary never knew the act of making love could be so wonderful. Losing control of her senses, she clawed his back fervently, pleading for more. He quickly obliged, sinking into her more quickly with every stroke. She could feel tension rising inside her, building and building, and she knew Grant was feeling the same. 

"Mary, cum for me. I need you to enjoy this."

As if almost on cue, Mary's mounting tension gave way with a blast of sensation. Her eyes glazed over and she nearly screamed in delight. She had never known anything to feel so wonderful. And as her orgasm began to wan, Grant collapsed onto her as his orgasm passed too.

"Grant...?"

"Hmph?"

"I love you, too."