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A Life Saved Ch. 01

By: Cheesesack



It was a miserable evening. I pushed back the blinds of my apartment and stared at the street below. The road was slick with rain and lightning flashed in the sky overhead. Thunder rolled ominously from far away. It was just the sort of night you'd expect to see Frankenstein's Monster walking down the street. The street was deserted though, save for a figure walking along the other side hunched under an umbrella. I could hear the clacking of her high heels on the cobbled surface of the pavement.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Emrys Jenkins, a 6' 20 year old with medium length dark brown hair and bluey grey eyes. I'm tall and lean, verging on the skinny side; I never have been any good at sport or physical activities in general. At school I got good results, although I had the tendency to be complacent and lazy. Still, I'd pursued the sciences at A-Level and had graduated from university with a degree in theoretical physics. That was a year ago, and I'd got a job at a research centre that was the southern UK branch of CERN. I could go on, but I'm probably boring you, I always have had a tendency to talk too much. I spent most of my childhood struggling against the fact that being skinny, wearing glasses and being smart made you automatically hated by 50% of the society. I would describe myself as a bit nerdy, but not to the extent of having no social life. Anyway, back to the story.

I closed the blind fully and retreated to the computer desk. My apartment was small, but cozy. There was a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and then a living room area with an open kitchen to one side. Fortunately due to a moderate inheritance left over from my dead grandmother I was able to buy the place without having a mortgage.

I was just preparing to settle down and do some research into a recent anti-nuclear newspaper article when I heard a cry from outside. I got up, slightly irritated at the interruption and peered out the window. It was too dark to see clearly, but in the dim glow of the street lamps and the brief illuminations of lightning flashes I noticed two figures struggling. One of them I recognized as the girl who I'd seen walking alone a minute earlier. She was shouting and clutching her handbag which the other figure was trying to rip from her. His silhouette was beefy and broad and he was trying to stifle her screams. I looked up and down the street frantically but no one else came, she was in serious trouble. I knew I had to do something.

Without stopping to put on shoes or a coat, I rushed out of my room. I'm on the second floor of the building and I raced down the staircase, covering four steps at a time and almost falling over. I crashed through the double doors and stumbled into the street. I knew I would have to attack the man, but I've never been much of a fighter and my only advantage was surprise. The rain soaked my t-shirt and water seeped through my socks to chill my feet. The man had now produced a knife and was brandishing it furiously at the terrified girl.

I knew that I may well get stabbed but I couldn't sit by and watch this poor girl get mugged or worse. I sprinted towards the pair, the man had his back to me and the thunder made my footfalls and breathing impossible to hear. Without stopping to think in case I lost my nerve I brought my knee up between his legs right onto his balls (hey, he had a knife, I wasn't going to play fair). He grunted with surprise and pain and doubled over, releasing the girl. She fell sobbing to a crumpled heap on the floor. I kicked the knife out of the mans hand, Bruce Lee style though with considerably less grace and finally brought my knee hard into the mans face.

I picked up the knife off the ground and brandished it none too confidently. The man looked up and although I couldn't make out the detail of his face, I saw his eyes lock onto the blade I held. He stumbled backwards then turned and ran off into the night. I allowed myself a moment's satisfaction at actually winning a proper fight (I haven't been in many) but it quickly vanished when I saw the girl lying unmoving on the ground a few feet away. I thought for a second I may have been too late, but my first aid training and the fact she was breathing proved the was simply unconscious. It was either from fright or from hitting her head when she fell.

I pondered what to do. I hadn't seen anything of the man and the rain would wash away all forensic evidence. There was no point phoning the police until she came around and could give a description. She wasn't injured, not worth sending for an ambulance. The best thing to do would be to take her back to my apartment and let her recover. Maybe even drive her home to be on the safe side. I slid my arms under her helpless body and with some effort lifter her up. I cursed, not for the first time, my lack of strength. I half carried, half dragged her back into the lobby of my block and called the lift.

As we ascended, I took a proper look at her. She was stunning, about 5'7" with long legs and from what I could tell a healthy tan. She was a little on the thin side, but she still had shapely curves around her hips and torso. Her hair was long and blonde and although it was soggy and dirty from her fall, I could tell it would radiate in the sun. Her eyes were a creamy hazel and complemented her round, innocent face perfectly. She was wearing a sexy black top that showed off her back while covering her front. It was accompanied by a pair of tight fitting jeans, adorned with embroidered flowers. I smiled a wry smile to myself thinking "Well Emrys, if you're going to play the hero you certainly chose a fine time to do it." I wished I had a jacket to put round her shoulders.

There was something about her that seemed familiar, but before I could dwell on it the lift dinged open. After a brief glance to check no one was around to ask awkward questions I hefted her up and padded through my still open door back into my apartment. Laying her on the sofa I locked the door and briefly changed out of my soaking socks. I only had one bed, but she deserved it more than me so I carried her through and lay her down. I stripped off her wet clothes. My apartment wasn't the warmest in the world and I didn't want her catching hypothermia. Fortunately she was wearing a full compliment of under garments, white panties with pink lace around the edges and a matching, 34b bra. I admit I was slightly turned on, but I kept myself professional and didn't cop a feel or anything like that. I was looking at her face when I made a shocking realization. How could I have been so stupid? It was Eliza, the girls I'd fallen in love with at secondary school five years earlier. Suddenly everything seemed so complicated. What should I do? Dare I keep her here? I'd been infatuated with her but had never worked up the guts to say it. She was popular, charming, intelligent and funny while I was a nerd with nothing really except intelligence. It was doomed to failure from the start and I cursed myself time and time again for falling for such a perfect girl.

I covered her over with a big warm blanket and added a few extra pillows. I could sleep on the couch if need be. I looked at her face, now at peace after her terrible ordeal. I could still see the glistening tear streaks in the grime on her face. I gently bent down and with the knuckle of my forefinger, brushed them away. Then I bent slightly lower and placed a tender, gentle kiss on her cheek. Her skin was so soft and I felt completely content in that second. I sadly realized nothing had changed. I was still the nerd and judging by her dress, she was still out there partying and living life to the full. I never did anything like that, my work taking up most of my time. I'd never had a proper girlfriend. I'd had a few kisses and tit gropings, but nothing else. Now I had the love of my life in my bed. I went to the bathroom and rinsed my face, I had always been a gentlemen. Even when some girls had offered themselves to me at the few parties I had been to I had declined, knowing they'd regret it in the morning.

I had a shower, changed into some nicer clothes (no harm in being prepared) and prepared a hot water bottle for her. I took it into her room and placed it over her forehead. She appeared to be coming down with a fever, and I was determined to make her as comfortable as possible. I retrieved a thermometer from the bathroom cupboard and placed it in her mouth. She definitely had a temperature. As I removed it I took her hand and squeezed it tight. The moment took me and I bent down and very softly lay my lips on hers. I had a slow and tender kiss, my tongue lightly parting her lips and brushing the fronts of her teeth.

It took me by complete surprise when I opened my eyes and realized what I had done to find myself staring deep into her gorgeous eyes. I reluctantly broke away the kiss, feeling like shit. I'd exploited her and now she was about to find out. However she appeared not to notice but instead began to sit up and look around. I gently laid a hand on her bare shoulder and guided her down to the bed.

"It's okay, you're safe, no one's going to hurt you." I cooed softly into her ear. I felt her body begin to shudder beneath me and a few small tears escaped her eyelids. The sight made me want to cry as well but instead I cradled her to me and whispered again.

"There there, please don't cry, all that matters is that you're okay, please don't cry my love." She was delirious, and half asleep, but my soothing tone seemed to calm her down and as she lay back, I once again wiper her tears away. She smiled as she closed her eyes and it lit up her face like a ray of sunlight. Unless you've been in this situation, you have no idea how joyous it feels to know you've made your love happy. She was sleeping peacefully now. I thought about returning to my research but realized I'd never be able to keep my mind on it. Instead, I set my alarm for 7.00 in the morning. I wanted to be awake before Eliza was so I could compose myself for what was ahead. I lay down on the sofa with a few blankets and drifted into a restless sleep.

A Life Saved Ch. 02



The incessant whine of the alarm clock woke me from my fitful sleep. I groped around, accidentally knocking the alarm clock to the floor. Cursing, I got up and switched it off. For a few seconds I couldn't remember why I was sleeping on the couch. Then the memories of last night flooded back, how I had saved Eliza, my childhood love and how even now she was sleeping in my bed. My legs felt weak beneath me, but I took a steadying breath and went into the bathroom to have a shower and take a slash. I expected Eliza would want a shower to get rid of the grime, so I had a sluice down in cold water, leaving the hot water for her.

After getting dressed and having a simple breakfast of Coco Pops and Apple Juice I phoned my boss and explained to him in the loosest terms possible why I couldn't come in today. He was understanding and said he'd put it down as 'family business' in the record. Then I peeked into my bedroom to see if she was awake. She was still sleeping peacefully. She was on her side, her hair hanging over her shoulders and down to between her shoulder blades. Her hands were curled up in front of her face; she looked like a small child. I smiled to myself, that'll soon change when she wakes. Back at school, she had been very outspoken. Maybe that's why she'd never had any boyfriends while I was there. That or she was a lesbian.

I removed the hot water bottle which was now cold and slid the thermometer between her lips again. Her temperature seemed to be recovering, a few more hours and she would be fine. As I slipped the thermometer out again, she rolled over onto her back. I could see the lovely smooth skin and taught muscle of her belly, rising to the swell of her breasts, although they were securely hidden behind her bra.

She was beginning to stir, and I too felt a stirring, like butter flies and frogs were doing acrobatics in my stomach. I'm but a religious man in any way, but I offered a silent prayer that the next few minutes would go well. She opened her eyes, groggily blinking. The room was bathed in the light of early morning, filtering through the curtains to cast a yellowy glow over the bedroom. She raised a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes. She finally seemed to notice me and said in a sleepy and somewhat confused voice, "Emrys? Is that you?"

My heart skipped a beat, she remembered me which had to be a good sign. I sat on the end of the bed and made sure to look anywhere other than her breasts, "Yes it's me Eliza, I was hoping we'd see each other again. Shame it had to be this way."

"Where am I?" she said, propping herself up shakily on her elbows. I looked deep into her eyes and gently rested my hand on her shoulder, she didn't flinch away.

"You're in my apartment; I brought you here after dealing with that mugger last night."

She looked astonished and then she flung her arms around me, hugging me tightly to her. I was too surprised to move for a second, but then I gratefully returned the hug. I held her there for about a minute, my fingers softly caressing her middle back, running up and down her spine. She whispered in my ear.

"Thank you so much, I was praying that someone would hear my screams but no one came. I felt him releasing me and heard sounds of the struggle but I was too scared to open my eyes. I guess I must have passed out after you picked me up because the first thing I remember is waking up just now."

"Try not to dwell on it." I said, still comforting her "Fortunately I know a bit of first aid, but I couldn't prevent you getting a fever." I released her and said "Oh, by the way, your clothes are on the chair over there. I had to take them off or you'd have got hypothermia."

She looked down and noticed her lack of clothing; she was blushing when she looked back up at me. "Don't worry." I said nervously, "I preserved your modesty."

She seemed reassured and she began to rise from the bed but as soon as her weight was on her legs, she stumbled. I caught her and put her arm around my shoulders, holding her up. "Woah, careful now, take it slow, you're still not fully recovered from last nights fever."

I took her into the bathroom and left her with some clean towels, her strength was recovering. As I turned to leave she put her hand on my shoulder and said quietly.

"Emrys, I...ah...I know you didn't have to do this, you know...coming to my rescue and giving me your bed and, well...thank you, you've been so kind."

I turned around again and stared deep into her eyes. Her face was so innocent, so cute and she was so beautiful. I realized that it was now or never and I began to move towards her. The moment seemed to have grabbed her too and she moved towards me. Time seemed to slow as we met in a tender kiss. You have no idea how good it felt, like all the problems in the world were suddenly gone and all that existed was the sensation of her lips on mine. They were so soft and as I embraced her, I very gently parted them with my tongue. She opened her mouth slightly to accommodate and I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips. She gasped ever so slightly and her own tongue nervously touched the tip of mine.

We kissed for several minutes, our tongues roaming around each others mouths. I savoured the sweet taste she had, never wanting the moment to end. I moved down slightly and sucked her bottom lip between mine. Her head arched back and she gave a slight moan. Finally I broke the kiss, but I remained holding her and staring deeply into her eyes. She was blushing again and mumbled, looking at the floor.

"I've never experienced that before."

I gently put my hand under her chin and lifted her head to look into my eyes. I said softly "A gorgeous girl like you has never kissed anyone?"

"Oh I've kissed people all right" she said "just never in the way we did just now. It was so passionate and loving, not like the meaningless fumbles I've had before."

I decided the time had come to tell her the truth, I muttered under my breath, "Eliza...there's something I need to tell you."

"What?" she replied, barely more than a whisper.

"I...I...I love you, I have ever since I first met you in high school. You're the most charming, intelligent, compassionate and beautiful girl I've ever met. I never had the guts to tell you how I felt because I knew it was stupid, I barely knew you as a friend."

She was staring at me, tears welling in her gorgeous eyes, but they were tears oh happiness and a wonderful smile lit up her face. She replied in a wistful tone. "Oh Emrys, I had no idea you thought that way about me. At school you always seemed so far away, I...I had feelings for you but I stupidly thought that expressing them may damage my reputation. I was an idiot, I...if I'd known how you felt I...please forgive me."

She was silently crying now, and I too felt tears in my eyes. Partially thinking of what may have happened sooner if we'd known, but mostly with joy at the thought we may finally be together. I cradled her in my arms as we both waited for the intense emotions to subside. At last she looked up at me; I kissed the tears off both her cheeks. Her voice came out shakily.

"Look at me, I'm dirty all over. I need a shower."

I smirked at her and said "Well seeing as you're my 'patient' I must insist someone accompanies you into the shower to make sure you don't collapse." She smiled a mischievous grin that I'd never seen on her face before. I could already feel the erection building in my trousers. She slowly, teasingly began to unclasp her bra at the back. As she did, she turned her back to me before letting it fall to the floor. She was doing a sexy little striptease; the day was turning out better than my wildest hopes. She slowly slid her panties down her legs, giving me a glimpse of the contents from behind. The finally, she turned around and stood completely naked before me.

I was stunned; I must have looked like an idiot staring at her with my jaw half way through the floor. Her body was more breathtaking than anything I'd ever seen in my life. She seemed slightly unsure, "Do you like it?" she asked, giving me a little twirl that sent her beautiful golden hair cascading round her torso. I pulled myself together and stammered, "I...I...wow Eliza, you're so beautiful, I've never seen anything so perfect." Her breasts were just the right size, not massive but well rounded and perky. From what I could see her pussy was neatly shaven with a tiny strip of blond pubes just above the slit.

Her voice brought me out of my trance, "Well don't just stand there silly, get your kit off." She climbed into the shower as I slid my socks off. By the time I was taking down my pants, she was already showering and the hot steamy water had misted up the glass shower door, obscuring her from view. I hoped that when I opened it, she'd still be there and this wasn't all a fantasy. As I prepared to get into the shower I saw myself in the mirror. It struck me, for the first time, how removed I was from my days as a weedy, gangly youth. Of course, I wasn't Hercules but there was an actually reasonable amount of muscle beneath my skin. Contrary to what most people think, there is a lot of physical and outdoor activity when you're a scientist and the effects were noticeable in my slight tan and increased muscle tone. My stubble had just started to come through and I thought wryly to myself that I may be able to pull this off. Be the handsome rescuer that all girls dreamed of having. There was only one way to know for sure. I slid back the shower door and stepped inside to join my love.



A Life Saved Ch. 03



I stepped over the threshold of the shower tray. I felt it should somehow be symbolic and more grandiose, but all I felt was frightfully nervous. I forced any doubts to the back of my mind, something I'd got better at doing over the years. A light haze hung in the air; blurring Eliza's outline and making her look like a shimmering angel. The hot, steamy water cascaded from the shower head, running in rivulets off her flawless skin. Its relaxing feeling on my own body soothed my nerves and washed away the doubts as if they were nothing more than dirt. It seemed to be having a profound effect on Eliza as well; she stretched and basked in the warmth and security.

As I came in, she began to turn around, but I laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and said "Don't turn around yet, I want to enjoy the view from the back first. Besides, it looks like you could do with a good massage." She smiled serenely at me and turned back as I gently laid my hands on her back. Of course I'm not a professional masseur but most people can help relieve tension and the intimacy of it was simply intoxicating. I lightly ran my fingers along her back, tracing her spine from the base of her neck to her tailbone, just above her perfect, rosy butt cheeks.

I was determined to make whatever we did in the next couple of hours memorable, something to treasure and look back on for the rest of our lives. As far as I knew we were both still virgins but I'd picked up a reasonable amount of 'second-hand' experience. I continued my loving caresses, simply enjoying the feel of her soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips. She seemed to be relaxed, giving me the occasional come-hither look back over her shoulder. Whether it was intentional or not, it was damn sexy. I gently grasped her shoulders and began to very softly knead the skin there. You could almost see the tension dissipate from her as she snuggled back into my arms, her eyes closed and one of those gorgeous smiles on her lips. "Don't stop, it feels so good." she whispered to me.

I bent over slightly and placed a tiny kiss on the base of her neck. I slowly kissed my way up her neck to her earlobe which I took between my lips and lightly flicked with my tongue. Her head was cocked to one side and a tiny gasp escaped her lips. My hands were moving slowly down her back, kneading and caressing the soft, supple skin along the way. I continued to gently kiss and nibble her neck and earlobe. I tell you, if I'd died at that point heaven could not possibly have been any better.

Finally my exploring hands found their way to the top of her ass. I stopped moving down, gently teasing the ticklish skin with the very tips of my fingers. She was moving slightly now and whimpering softly to herself. I felt such a rush of love and affection at that moment that I moved one hand up to her face and gently guided her lips to mine. We kissed passionately, my tongue sliding out and teasing her lips, before parting them and delving inside. She returned the kiss with ardour and our tongues slid across each other, tasting and testing. She opened her eyes and as we kissed I gazed deeply into them, willing my love and caring from mine into hers. I broke the kiss briefly, before sucking her bottom lip between mine. I sucked and nibbled at it as she gasped and whimpered again. I could feel every vibration of noise she made through my lip.

I finally moved my hands down to her ass. I cupped each cheek lightly, feeling the flushed warmth from within. I resumed my caressing and lightly squeezed each cheek. My fingers continued to tickle and tease, running lightly in little circles at the top of her crack. My other hand found its way between her legs and I tenderly stroked her very sensitive perineum. She let out a sharp gasp and jerked slightly at the feel of my touch just inches away from both her pussy and her asshole.

After enough time of teasing her skin I moved on to her hair. It really was beautiful. The hot water and shampoo had rinsed it clean and now it shimmered like a curtain of sunlight, shining blond mixed with rich golds and browns. I ran my fingers through the long strands, admiring the way it shone and sparkled. It smelt good too, having been freshly washed. "I love your hair Eliza." I murmured, partly to myself. She smiled back at me, a look of pure contentment on her face. "Oh Emrys, I wish this moment would go on forever" she whispered quietly in my ear. I took her face in both hands, brushing back her hair and stroking her cheek with my knuckles. I kissed her again, the magical feeling of our lips and skin touching sending shivers down my spine. I applied the slightest pressure to her, signalling her to turn round, which she did.

She was even more stunning from the front. The rivulets of water made her skin shine like starlight. She wasn't excessively tanned, just enough to make her lithe, petite body all the more sexy. Her breasts were not large, but they were very perky with stiff little pink nipples atop perfectly circular areolas. She slimmed towards the waist before flaring out slightly at the hips, leading in to her nicely rounded ass. A tiny triangle of blonde pubes lay just above her slit, which was slightly open either from the heat of the shower or from arousal. Her legs were long but not gangly and tapered to some dainty feet with nicely spaced toes and perfectly manicured nails. The best part was that she was real. Her beauty was natural, not down to silicon implants or computer enhancements like you get in magazines. She shone like a lighthouse in a stormy sea, radiant and breathtaking.

I began my caresses again, tracing my fingertips along the taut muscles of her belly. I dallied at her belly button, dancing small circles around it that made her squirm. My fingers continued upwards, tantalisingly passing between her breasts and running along her collarbone. I finally decided that it was time to become a bit more intimate, and as I ran my hands down the side of her body I palmed the sides of her breasts before running my hands underneath them and then lightly cupping the mounds. They felt like her ass cheeks, the flesh was soft and pliable with firmness underneath that gave them their perky appearance. Her nipples were already rock hard and looked like they were straining to break free of her skin.

Very slowly I brought my face down to their level and just examined them up close. Every contour, every goose bump, the shape of her small rosy areolas and the prominent nipples, it was all perfect. I squeezed them slightly, testing the firmness beneath. She leant her head backwards, moaning slightly and closing her eyes. I continued to squeeze softly, occasionally letting one of my fingers graze a nipple. Every time I did I felt a small shudder run from her temple to her toes. Finally I could resist no longer and I let my tongue slide from between my lips and lightly brush her right nipple. She let in a sharp breath and I felt her hands on my back, silently urging me on. I continued to tease the tip, first waggling my tongue against and then slowly circling the bud. My other hand traced her left nipple lightly. It was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced or seen, just watching her rhythmically move beneath my caring touch.

Eventually I sucked the whole nipple into my mouth. Eliza was moaning now, running her fingers through my hair. I felt so aroused but I knew that it was important to make this special for her, my needs would be fulfilled in time. I grazed and licked her nipple while my lips sucked around it, slowly building her heat and passion. I could tell she was getting close, which was confirmed when she started moaning.

"Oh I'm so close, please baby keep going, don't stop." However I had an idea. I pulled away from her as I rolled open the shower door. The chilly feel of the air sent shivers running down my spine and I felt goose-bumps rise on my flesh. Eliza had opened her eyes and said "No, what are you doing. You can't just leave me hanging like this." I stroked her cheek and whispered "Patience darling, the shower isn't the most romantic of spots and I've got a plan to make this evening truly special." She protested feebly but I'd already wrapped a towel around myself and made it to the door. Just before I left I turned back and said.

"Just finish of your shower and wait for me to call through to you. Oh, and promise you won't get yourself off while I'm gone." I retreated to my bedroom with a coy grin. I wanted to masturbate so badly but I knew it would kill the mood. Instead I drew the curtains so the room was dimmed to a lazy, warm glow. I was going to make it as romantic and seductive as I possibly could. I fished through my draws, getting out all my spare candles (the ones every home has in case of a power cut). I positioned them in small groups of three or four on every bare surface, and before long the room was lit by the flicker of flame, casting spidery shadows over the walls and making everything seem dreamy and surreal, perfect.

Now I have to admit that although I'm a guy I do quite like a nice bit of decoration. I retrieved my roses from the vase in the living room and set about carefully removing each petal. I sprinkled them over my bed, the floor and every other surface until the room was lightly dusted with petals. It looked amazing to be honest and for the finishing touch I lit and incense stick. The sweet smell of Lavender filled my nostrils and I took a second to relax and let all my worries diffuse away into the hazy atmosphere.

I opened the door of the en suite and slipped in, quickly closing it behind me. Eliza was wrapped in a towel, patiently waiting. She smiled up at me as I came in. "What took you so long?" she said quizzically.

"Oh you'll see." I replied, barely able to keep the grin off my lips. I slid out a blindfold from behind my back, the sort you wear to get to sleep, and said "But first, you've got to put this on." Eliza looked perplexed, but slid it over her eyes with a small giggle. I teased her briefly, stroking her and watching her reach around trying to find me. Then I gently took her hand and led her through the door into the room. The smell of lavender caressed our nostrils with a warm, sensual feeling. Eliza inhaled deeply and said.

"What's that smell, it's gorgeous." I simply smiled and carefully slid my fingers beneath the blindfold to lift it away from her eyes and let her see. She simply stood there, gawking and with perfect comic timing, gravity overcame the swell of her breasts and her towel fell around her ankles. She didn't seem to notice, instead slowly turning 360 to take in the candles and rose petals sprinkled all over the place. It looked like she was about to speak, but thought better of it. Instead she leapt into my arms. Literally leapt, I was just able to catch her under the legs and hold her up, but she had taken me by surprise and we fell backwards onto the bed. She laughed briefly before stifling it by kissing me full on. This was less tender, more passionate and we broke and rejoined repeatedly, like the tide crashing against the cliffs. Our tongues were almost blurred with speed as they licked any lip, tooth or other tongue in their path. It was the most right felling of my life, it just felt like we were meant to be together for always. I knew at that point that I was going to ask her to marry me (hey, it may be a bit soon but if you were me you'd have thought the same). However I also knew that there was one more thing to say.

With reluctance I broke the kiss and rolled slightly so she was lying next to me. She was the only girl I had known that looked so cute and innocent, and yet so sexy at he same time. I cradled her up in my arms, like a delicate piece of china that may break at any second. I looked deep into her watery hazel eyes, so deep that it felt I could see her thoughts and dreams as if they were my own. I spoke softly, not wanting to destroy the beautiful silence.

"Eliza, I love you, but the important thing is that you're happy. If you're doing this because you feel you need to repay me for saving you then don't. Just the fact you're safe and that I got to see your angelic face one last time is more than enough reward. I...I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you have any second thoughts then you have a way out, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

She gazed equally deeply into my eyes and whispered "Emrys, you've been so kind to me. I know that if I leave now then I'll never find another guy sweeter and more caring than you. For the first time I fell a boy loves me for my being, not my body. I won't leave; I'll stay with you for as long as I can. I...I" her voice trailed to a barely perceptible mumble "I think I love you too." One solitary tear squeezed from her eye and rolled down her cheek. I gently brushed it off with my finger and then wiped it on the bridge of my nose, letting it run down my cheek instead. I guess it was symbolic, like me taking all her fears and worries from her into me where I could lock them away so they'd never hurt her...ever. A sudden surge of anger ran through me. Nobody would keep us apart.

I've been jokingly referred to as chauvinistic by the few female friends I've had. I guess their right but I prefer to think of myself as a gentleman. Obviously women are as equally strong emotionally as men and they deserve all the same rights. However I believe that if you truly love a girl you should try your best to make her happy, and put her needs and pleasures before yours. I was going to make sure that I didn't fuck this up and that Eliza was made to feel like a queen today.

Very slowly I resumed out lovemaking from the shower. My fingers went back to her breasts, squeezing them playfully and occasionally flicking the nipple. My mouth was on her neck, lightly kissing and nibbling with my lips and the soft skin. She stretched and rolled like a relaxing cat, once more sinking back into the warm secure feeling. The candles kept the room cosy and secure. This time however, she responded with her own touches. Her fingers traced a similar path on my chest as mine did ion hers, sans juicy breasts of course. Her touch was electric, it felt like she left a warm afterglow in my skin wherever she stroked. My own passion was rising to a fever pitch but I kept it under control and for the time being made my mind focus entirely on the glorious feel, sight and smell of the angel in front of me.

I kept one hand fondling her tits, and slowly let the other hand tickle its way down her stomach. I stopped to dance small circles round her belly button. She was squirming now, small whimpers coming from the back of her throat. I kept moving down until I touched the top of her tiny strip of pubic hair. The heat was so intense, like I was inches from a roaring fire. However this fire was fuelled by passion, a strong, blinding passion that consumed her. I gently stroked the tips of her pubic hair, feeling the moisture that evaporated from it. Her throbbing slit was so close, her lips deliciously ajar, slowly pulsing with pleasure as her precum trickled out. Her outer lips had before been pressed tight shut. Now however, they lay slightly parted with the very tips of her inner lips poking through. Wetness glistened of their wrinkly tips. I followed them with dreamy eyes to the small hood at the top beneath which I could see the beautiful pearl of flesh peeping out.

She had her legs parted, not spread-eagled like a whore, but enough for me to see what she wanted. Her arms were loosely round my neck and shoulders and she pulled herself up to say in between whimpers and moans, "Baby...I...I...please...give me your fingers, ah!" she collapsed again as another shiver of pleasure ran through her. I smiled and whispered "Soon my love, for now, enjoy each sensation for what it is." I was running my fingers through her pubic hair now, enjoying the cooler heal of her moisture amongst the heat of her arousal. My finger then languidly traced its way down one side of her flower, where the hip joins the leg. She was squirming now, whimpering more and more, muttering feeble protests of 'please'. I ran my finger down one side, across the roughness of her perineum and then up the other side. It was so erotic for me, I knew the second I touched her tight little hole I would cum.

Eventually, I thought she'd been teased enough. I took my fingers away and looked down at her slit again. Her clit was bulging out now, a perfect jewel of flesh wanting to be polished. I engaged her willing lips in a tender kiss, then lightly ran my finger over her clit. The effect was instant. She broke the kiss, her head thrown back. A scream erupted from her as the first waves of a carefully built up orgasm crashed into her fragile body. The current buffeted her, making her writhe and twist beneath me. I continued to stroke her orb as she rode the orgasm. Her teeth became gritted and some small tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Amongst cries, moans and wails I thought I heard my name but I wasn't sure. The sigh of her in such pleasure from my doing made me cum as well. The feeling of release washed through me, flushing my skin a bright pink. I t was by far the strongest orgasm I've ever had, far better than masturbating.

We both fell back to the bed, tangled in each others arms. My finger was coated in her fluid; I brought it up to my face and tasted it. It tasted like sweet honey, more delicious than any syrup or sugar. Eliza appeared to have passed out from the orgasm; I guess it must have been stronger than I thought. I traced the rest of her juices onto her slightly parted lips. She smiled happily in her sleep as I pulled the covers over us and snuggled down. I fell asleep with her cradled in front of me, wrapped in my arms. As a hazy dream-world took me I thought to myself that I would never, ever let go.