0 comments/ 20265 views/ 1 favorites Falling Down the Rabbit Hole By: captivate Betsy was so nervous. She had rarely left her small town and, when she did, it was only to go over to the next small town. She was happy living in the same place she had been born 24 years ago, knowing all her neighbors and having them know her. It was extremely difficult for her to accept her uncle's offer of an internship in his company. Not that it wasn't a great offer. It was kind and generous and very possibly the best experience she could acquire. It was just that all her friends were living within the city limits of Sanctuary, and she didn't know how she could spend an entire summer without them. The togetherness thing hadn't been planned. She just had the same gang since childhood. They had spent 12 years in school together and then gone on, en masse, to the local University. A few, including Betsy, had continued with their education, attaining Master's degrees in various fields. The most important thing was that the group was still pretty much intact. They did everything together. Birthdays, anniversaries, housewarmings, celebrations of new relationships or new jobs. Betsy loved these people. Now, her Uncle Giles was offering the internship of a lifetime. All she had to do was pack up her life and go off to Denver for three months. Three long months. It was inconceivable to her that she could spend that much time without her family, which was how she felt about her friends. It also seemed impossible to exist alone in a city as large and sprawling as Denver. Amy, her best friend, encouraged her to go. She knew how hard Betsy had worked at University, first to get her degree and then her Master's in Business Administration. Betsy needed to see business on the corporate level, use all her education and feel the thrill of mixing with high profile money-makers and putting together important deals. So, while Betsy was reluctant, Amy was constantly pushing. She even promised to come visit mid-summer. Amy said, "How can you not go? How can you not see what happens? Take the road less travelled, Betsy, take the chance! There is a life waiting for you away from Sanctuary." Betsy reluctantly agreed to go. So, she called her uncle while she still had the courage and committed to the summer job. Then, feeling as if she were being punished, she packed her bags and arranged to vacate her happy life for an entire summer. Even the plane trip was new to her. Flying over the countryside, she was in awe of the view. The other passengers were so blase, so jaded, most never even looked out the tiny windows. But Betsy was thrilled. She felt that her entry onto the plane was her entry into Wonderland. Nothing would be the same again, and, as she looked out at the landscape, she wondered if that wasn't a good thing. As she left the plane, she was pushed along by the throngs of people. Again, she worried. How would she ever find her way through the airport? To her uncle's house? Suddenly, to her right, she saw her name. BETSY QUINN was printed in bright red paint on a sign. It was held upright by a gentleman in a dark suit. When she stopped in front of him, he smiled and asked if she was Betsy. She nodded, amazed. "I am James Douglas. Your uncle sent me to pick you up and drive you to the house. Let me have your claim tickets." Betsy gave him all the paperwork she was clutching tightly in her fist and followed his tailored back through the crowd, which separated easily for him. Loading his arms with her luggage, he turned and smiled at her. "Just follow me, Miss, and we will get out of here soon." Betsy followed behind him, feeling shielded from the masses and very safe. He led her outside and to a lovely silver Mercedes. Opening the trunk, he carefully placed her luggage inside, then turned to open the back door for her. He closed it gently and went to the other side, entering the driver's seat. "Relax and enjoy the view," he told her, as he skillfully drove away through the honking traffic. Betsy did relax, thinking how very efficient Mr. Douglas seemed to be. He was absolutely a godsend right now. Betsy decided to rest her eyes for just a minute, opening them to find herself at her uncle's home. Mr. Douglas opened the car door for her and assisted her toward the front door. The door flew open as she approached and Renee, her favorite cousin, raced out, hugging her tightly. They were six years apart in age, but enjoyed each other very much. They emailed and chatted nearly every day. Renee, who had no monetary restrictions, would call Betsy at least once a week, to ask advice or just share her life. When she was younger, Renee had even spent summers in Sanctuary, happily playing the part of Betsy's younger sister. Now Betsy felt more comfortable. Chatting happily, Renee led her into the house. House! It was a mansion! Huge and beautifully furnished, it nonetheless had the air of warmth and comfort about it. Her Uncle Giles and Aunt Fiona were waiting in the family room, having some sherry. They both hugged and kissed Betsy, welcoming her to their home. They had arranged for her to live in the guest house out by the pool, offering her easy access to family but some privacy as well. "Doug will carry your bags back there for you, my dear, you just relax after that long trip," her uncle said. Although she spent part of each year with her mom's younger brother and his family, this was the first time Betsy had ever seen him in his own element. He had an air of authority about him. Her Aunt Fiona seem self-assured and confident, the mistress of the house. They offered her sherry, and poured a small glass for her. Sitting in the comfortable great room, Betsy was finally glad that she had decided to come. She had dinner with her family and then Renee was anxious to take her to her new home. They went out the back way and walked along fragrant, softly lit garden paths. It was a lovely evening. The sky was just turning purples and pinks, long white cottony streaks of clouds still visible in the dusk. Both girls stopped and watched as the sky darkened and the huge orange sun settled behind the trees. Betsy couldn't believe that this morning she had been in Sanctuary and now she was watching the sun set in Wonderland. Renee went ahead, crossing the large veranda, and opened the carved oak door, standing back to allow Betsy to enter the guest house. Her breath caught. It was so lovely. The living room had been furnished with fabric-covered sofas, huge and overstuffed, pillows spilling over them. A fireplace was the centerpiece, with wood stacked and ready to light. The windows all around the room were uncovered, looking out at the garden, the pool and even some mountains. The kitchen was perfect, equipped with everything she could possibly need. Cheery flowery curtains hung in the window there. Renee guided her to the bedroom. Betsy just stopped in the doorway, her eyes darting everywhere. There was a high four-poster bed, with a step stool to help her onto the mattress. Everywhere she looked, she saw perfection. It was a beautiful room, thoughtfully prepared to welcome her. Her luggage was open on the racks, ready for unpacking. On the night stand, a phone and a vase of tiny white roses rested. Renee was excitedly showing her around. There was a large oak armoire, housing every variety of electronic equipment made. This door led to a closet larger than her bedroom back home. This door led to the bath. Betsy heard herself sigh. It was so inviting. A huge sunken tub was surrounded by glass, again no draperies blocked the view of the flower gardens directly outside. The gardens were lit with magical fairy lights, the colors all vibrant. There was a long counter, with every beauty supply she could possibly think of or need. Across the room, a clear glass shower was installed, huge by the looks of it, roomy enough for two or more. Maybe it was jet lag, maybe the altitude, but Betsy had the rabbit hole feeling again. Renee climbed onto the bed and chatted happily while Betsy unpacked. The drawers were papered with lovely floral tissue, scented with vanilla. Betsy placed her belongings in their proper place, and hung her dresses and shirts in the enormous closet. She left out one pair of silky pajamas, her favorite, thinking she might need the comfort of familiarity tonight. She went to run a bath, adding bath salts from a crystal jar, while listening as Renee's voice started to drift off. She was tempted to ask her to stay, but then thought a grown up starting a new life should be able to stay alone. Betsy gently shook Renee awake and sent her back up to the main house. She locked the door and again admired her lovely new home. When she became aware of the running water, she moved quickly into the bathroom. Dropping her wrinkled clothes in a heap, she lit some candles and happily slipped into the warm, fragrant water. It was only then that she noticed the skylight over the tub, and relaxed as the sky went from dusky purple to black and then saw the stars appear, filling the sky with sparkles. She couldn't remember if she dreamed. She climbed onto the bed, with the incredibly soft sheets and thick comforter, and fell asleep almost instantly. When she awoke, the room was full of light and looked even prettier. Betsy luxuriated in the huge bed, stretching and smiling as she started her first day in Denver. She had the rest of the week to get comfortable, her internship did not start until Monday. Today she was going shopping with Renee to buy some business clothes and see the sights. Her heart started pounding as she thought of her day ahead, and she quickly left the bed and got dressed. She walked around her new home, seeing so many things she had missed the night before. Amazingly, she discovered she was starving. In the kitchen, she found the fridge and pantry fully stocked. Again, she silently thanked her uncle for being so good to her. She toasted a bagel, lavishing it with fresh packed cream cheese and poured a glass of delicious, pulpy orange juice. She sat down at the table, after finding paper and pencil, and began a list of the clothing she thought she needed. Before she finished the list, she heard the chimes of the doorbell. Renee was ready to go shopping. Betsy grabbed her purse and list and followed Renee out the door and along a garden path. At the end of the path stood Mr. Douglas, dressed a little less formally today. He opened the door for the ladies, assisting them into the back of the silver car, carefully closing the door after them. As he walked around the front of the car, stopping to polish a tiny spot, Betsy had time to really look at him. She guessed he was about 35. He was tall, with light brown hair, neatly groomed. He had a full moustache that looked incredibly soft. Without his sunglasses, she could see that he had very pretty eyes, brown with thick lashes. His hands, as he puttered with the car, seemed very strong and capable. Suddenly, he stopped polishing and looked into the car, right at Betsy, as if he knew she was taking inventory. She was unable to look away, and found her gaze caught in his, while a blush worked its way up her cheeks. Then, he smiled. Not the professional smile of before, but a heart-tugging, sensuous, captivating smile that touched her soul. To Be Continued... Falling Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 2 Mr. Douglas moved around the car and got into the driver's seat, adjusting his mirror and locking the doors. Soon, the car was exiting the driveway and moving smoothly through the lovely neighborhood. Renee was pleased that they were spending the day together and was happily chatting about which stores they should visit and what they should buy. Betsy nodded and occasionally murmured a reply, but she was busily watching Mr. Douglas in the mirror, his eyes perfectly framed. When they arrived at the first store, Betsy suddenly realized why he was dressed so casually. He intended to shop with them! He walked along between them, talking and laughing, guiding them into different stores, even suggesting some clothes. Renee loved shopping. She had her arms full in each store, pulling Betsy along to the dressing rooms, encouraging her to try on the elegant suits and dresses they found. Renee had saved her favorite store until last. Poor Mr. Douglas, or Doug, as he insisted they call him, was already loaded down with bags. He didn't seem to mind though, and encouraged them to keep looking and buying. Betsy didn't want to think of how many of her paychecks were going to be needed to pay for this spree. Renee insisted that she needed all new clothes. Both were dressed in only their undies with bare feet, in anticipation of trying on the outfits. They stood together in the large, well-appointed dressing room, looking through all the items they had selected, when Renee noticed her plain undergarments. Apparently even the underwear from Sanctuary was outdated and unacceptable. Betsy heard Renee saying "tsk, tsk" as she grabbed a dress and went out in search of suitable lingerie for her cousin. Feeling more and more like Alice, Betsy stood in the dressing room, not entirely sure how to proceed. Should she wait for new underthings or go ahead and start trying on the myriad of clothing awaiting her? As she pondered the etiquette of this, the door burst open and Renee and the saleslady, Rebecca, entered with stacks of incredibly beautiful colors. Betsy caught a brief glimpse of Doug as the door closed, and blushed to think he might have seen her too. As Rebecca began displaying the items, Betsy realized that her regular underwear was indeed "plain". Here were stacks of delicate panties, lacy satin bras, slips pretty enough to wear alone and delicate gowns. The colors were kaleidoscopic. Every color was represented and varying shades of many. The woman left, telling them to call if they needed help and Renee immediately unhooked Betsy's white bra. She offered her a shiny red one, with a small delicate hook in the front. When it was on and fastened, Betsy noticed that her breasts, usually adequate, were very voluptuous. Renee handed her a pair of red satin panties with lace trim and turned her back while Betsy replaced her sensible white cotton ones. It was amazing. Betsy felt prettier and sexier immediately. Very womanly. The clothes seemed to look different, hang better and look smoother. Now Betsy shopped with abandon, trying on and choosing most of the lingerie and then the clothing. She was here in Denver for the work experience, so if she spent every penny on clothes, it would be all right. They called Rebecca, showing her the clothes they wanted. Betsy kept on the red lingerie, giving the tags to the woman. They dressed again, and exited the room to find Doug waiting patiently. He seemed to sense the difference in Betsy immediately. She seemed more sure of herself, more relaxed. They walked to the car, Doug placing all the packages in the trunk and then driving to "Package Pick-up" for the newest purchases. The girls were giggly and excited by their day. And nearly faint from hunger. Doug drove them to a trendy restaurant and walked between them to the door. When he would have returned to the car, Betsy took his hand and pulled him inside with them. Still holding his hand, they followed the hostess to the booth, with Doug sliding in after Betsy. They ordered iced tea and then extravagant meals, with lots of appetizers. As the food arrived, they began eating ravenously, offering bites of food to each other. Doug sat beside Betsy, their thighs touching, her warmth seeping through his Dockers and making his skin tingle. She offered him a bite of her cheese stick, her fingers innocently brushing his chin, making the skin burn from the contact. While they ate, the girls chatted happily about the purchases and what they still needed. Doug listened, smiling appropriately, looking at Betsy and enjoying her face, her voice, her scent. He caught a faint whiff of vanilla when she moved, and he liked that. Once, when she offered a tidbit to her cousin, he saw her blouse open and glimpsed the lacy red bra....and the luscious breasts they contained. Doug had been aware from the first time he saw Betsy that she was special. Even at the airport, when she looked at him so gratefully, he had felt a little spark. She had looked so frightened and lost that day. Now,it seemed so long ago. Today, she seemed confident and comfortable and very happy to be in Denver. He was glad. They decided to leave more shopping for another day and to go home and relax. When they arrived home, Doug carried all Betsy's new things into her house and left her there. She changed into a bathing suit and joined Renee at the pool. The girls swam and sunned and just enjoyed being young and together. That evening, Betsy occupied herself with putting away all her new clothes. She touched them reverently, loving the feel of all the soft knits and sleek suits. She placed her lingerie carefully in the lined drawers, appreciating once again the delicate workmanship and beauty. She soaked in the tub, remembering the day. Her mind kept returning to Doug, his presence so palpable all day. He was so nice, so friendly. She thought how she felt a little tingle when his fingers touched hers, how his eyes mesmerized her. She wondered if his moustache would tickle or feel sexy touching her. Her eyes flew open. Oh, my! Such thoughts! She reminded herself that she was only a job to him, and that he thought of her as a kid. Looking at her body in the bubbly bath, she thought her breasts were anything but childish. Her fingers slipped below the bubbles and found her curlies. She combed them with her fingertips, thinking that was, indeed, womanly too. She shook her head to clear all these thoughts and stepped from the tub. She dressed in one of her new gowns, a baby blue that clung to her breasts and fell to the floor in soft gathers. She left her hair pinned up from the bath and went into her bedroom. It was a lovely night, the fairy lights twinkling outside her windows. Betsy walked through the darkened house and opened the massive front door, stepping out onto her veranda. She climbed into a wicker rocker and hugged her knees to her chest, her heart pounding with excitement for the summer ahead. As she rocked, her head lolled back and she drifted into sleep. She didn't hear Doug approaching, in his hand a shopping bag overlooked earlier today. He stopped in front of Betsy, watching her sleep, her face relaxed and so pretty in the moonlight. The breeze ruffled the few strands framing her face and he could smell the soft vanilla scent he would always associate with her. He felt, once again, the tingle she seemed to create in him. Betsy heard something and looked up to see Doug, dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt, standing before her. He held a shopping bag and looked quite content to remain in that spot for a long time. She smiled at him, very happy to see the object of her many thoughts. When she reached for the bag, their fingers rubbed together, making them both startle. As Betsy stood, Doug was able to see the way the gown fit her body, molding her breasts and hard nipples. He looked away and became formal, moving back off the porch even as he said goodnight to Betsy. "Good, at least now he knows I am a woman," Betsy thought. And smiled. To Be Continued... Falling Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 3 After Doug left, Betsy was ready to go inside. She carefully locked the front door behind her and entered her bedroom, once again overwhelmed by the beauty of it. She started the CD player, Bernadette Peters filling the air with a sad love song. She climbed into her bed, pulling the quilt under her chin and thought about home and her friends and love and...Doug. She felt the tears gathering in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks and she sobbed with loneliness. It was all right during the day, when Renee was with her, sharing time and making her laugh. But now, in the dark night, she missed all her chums and her parents. She listened to the love songs softly playing and wondered if she would ever dream of her own lover. Sad as she was, tiredness won out, and Betsy fell asleep, to dream of a Prince driving a shiny car and holding her hand with long,elegant fingers. The rest of the week passed quickly. Renee kept her busy, getting her new home organized, selecting work outfits and accessories, even just tanning by the pool. It seemed everywhere she turned, she found Doug. He was always there, moving furniture for her, carrying her packages, driving her through Denver, showing her around. After a few days of being driven, Betsy insisted on sitting up front with Doug. He was against it, but too polite to argue with the Boss's family. He took her everywhere, showing her the Red Rock Canyon and the massive outdoor stage, the new football stadium, various college campuses, and, of course, shopping malls. He was an excellent companion. It took her awhile to break him down, but now he acted like a friend, and they had so much fun together. As they drove around, Betsy learned more about him. After the Air Force, Doug had attended Denver University and majored in business courses, then decided he wasn't ready to settle down and become a "Suit". When this job was posted, it seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Driving her uncle had given him many opportunities to listen to business talk and he was savvy about investments and corporate affairs. Betsy had never found anyone who enjoyed business talk as much as she did. Now they shared hours of it. She was learning about her new home town. It was a wonderful place to be. The weather was cool and cloudless. The people seemed very nice. Doug had friends everywhere and he delighted in introducing her to them. Renee came along on some trips, but mostly, it was just the two of them. Doug eased her loneliness and made Betsy feel she had found a good friend. Then her new job started and Betsy loved it. It was not a known fact that her uncle ran the company. She was introduced as a new intern and only a few executives knew of her relationships within the office. Her entry level position was marvelous. She was training under a skilled executive named Greg Levy. He was her uncle's favorite protegee. Greg was being groomed for high management and Uncle Giles felt he was the best man to train Betsy in the ways of high finance. He was a consumate businessman and liked the intensity of Betsy's attitude. They worked well together. From the start, they shared ideas, took chances and created great deals. Greg was no fool. He wanted to be a business success and this company was the place he wanted to make his mark. He also knew that Betsy was Giles' favorite niece and he was being trusted with her. What he hadn't counted on was how easy falling for Betsy would be. He planned to woo her, take her small town breath away, but he didn't anticipate the wonderfulness that was Betsy. As they worked, he marveled at her charm and brains, her sweetness and cut-throat business dealings. He looked forward to late working nights with her, so he could take her out to eat or for a drink before driving her home. He knew she was shy and not at all ready for a major romance and was willing to take his time, move slowly into her heart. That was his plan and he was pleased with it. True to her promise, Amy came to visit in mid-July. She stayed in Betsy's wonderful home and immediately felt like a family member. Before long, she was calling them Uncle Giles and Aunt Fiona and comfortably wandering in and out of the main house. She even went to work with Betsy, meeting her coworkers. They would sit up every night discussing Betsy's new friends and job. During her visit, Amy also spent time with Doug and Greg. She could see the subtle rivalry there, although Betsy seemed unaware. Both men looked at Betsy as if they could devour her, but Betsy was oblivious. Amy hesitated to mention it, preferring to let Betsy make her own discovery. The holiday passed quickly and suddenly it was time for Amy to return to Sanctuary. Their last night together was full of happiness and sadness. Amy was pleased to see her friend so comfortable and content in her new life. She was also happy to find two men doting on her, wanting her. As wonderful as Sanctuary was, the men there were all lifetime friends and romance was hard to find. Doug and Betsy took Amy to the airport, both hugging her tightly as she was called to board. Doug held Betsy's hand as she bravely watched her best friend walk away. Then he held her as she cried uncontrollably. He understood. He cared. And, without ever admitting it aloud, he loved Betsy and wanted her happy. In a few days, things returned to normal. Greg continued his slow seduction of Betsy, taking her out on weekends to fun places, showing her the wonderful sites of Denver and the surrounding towns. They spent whole days exploring Fort Collins and Boulder, going to state parks and hiking, or just driving through the magnificent land that was Colorado. He seemed to be making headway with her. Often in the evenings, after returning home from an enjoyable day, they would sit together on the veranda, holding hands and kissing. Kissing Betsy was a joy. Her mouth was soft and sweet and made for rubbing lips. Sometimes it seemed she wanted more, but pulled away if Greg touched her. Still, Greg appreciated her innocence and was determined to wait for her to want him. He felt things were progressing nicely. Very according to plan. Until late one night, after they had been working together into the early evening. He was walking her downstairs, hoping to take her to dinner. They opened the lobby doors and walked outside, both seeing the shiny limo at the same time. There stood Doug, with the sign in bright red paint, saying "BETSY QUINN". It made her heart smile. And, apparently, her eyes and mouth joined in as she lit up just for Doug. Their eyes met and locked. All of this was observed by Greg, who suddenly realized he needed to alter his plan. He never thought he would have competition for this woman, especially from the chauffeur. Before he even had a chance to suggest dinner, Betsy turned to him and said goodnight. "I will work on that problem tonight and hopefully have an answer in the morning, Greg" she said. Then Doug opened the passenger door for her and settled her into the front seat, closing the door carefully and heading around the car. She gave Greg a tiny wave as they drove away. She turned to Doug, smiling. "What a nice surprise! I was thinking of you, wondering what you were doing tonight, and there you were! Thank you for coming for me!" She happily began discussing her current project while Doug drove skillfully through the evening traffic. He loved the naturalness he felt with her. Even if they were apart for days, they seemed to pick up right where they stopped. They were outside Denver now, making good time as he headed for his destination. It was then that she noticed he wasn't in his dressy suit. He was dressed in nice gray slacks and a blue shirt that matched his eyes. In the days since she had seen him, he had started a trim beard. it was nicely masculine, enhancing his strong jaw and highlighting his full lips. She found herself watching his lips as he talked or laughed or smiled. Suddenly, they seemed so delicious, so enticing. Doug pulled into a parking lot and walked around the car to help Betsy. They were at a large building, aglow with twinkling lights. As they entered, the hostess greeted Doug by name and led them to a table overlooking the mountains. All around them, greenery was decorated with white lights, glowing against the darkness. They ordered drinks and then Doug took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The music was perfect, right out of the '40's. He held her close and they danced to "Someone to Watch Over Me" and "My Funny Valentine." It seemed they would barely return to the table for a sip of their drinks and another wonderful song would start. They fit so well together. He was tall and full-bodied, holding her short frame with respect and care. Dancing with Doug seemed so natural. Betsy's mind drifted as they circled the dance floor. Betsy realized that she had worked so hard today that she had forgotten lunch. Now, her drink was going directly to her head. Not making her drunk, but nicely tipsy, enough to loosen her and let her do something she had wanted to do for a long time. She reached up and caressed his face. She felt his beard against her palm, soft and warm. They stood still and looked into each other's eyes, smiling. She felt her heart begin to pound harder, something that never happened with Greg. Doug's mouth was so lovely, his lips full and pink, looking so sweet and tantalizing. Later, she thought it must have been the drink that gave her the courage, but she stood on tiptoe and kissed him. She felt the jolt as their lips touched, felt the desire coursing through her body, just from this simple kiss. Doug took Betsy's hand and led her to the table. They sat beside each other and continued to entwine fingers. Betsy felt her hand belonged in his, that he was meant to be near her. Her mind was whirling with wonder. "This is how it should be, this is how I should feel!" she thought. Her hand fit nicely in his, she felt right and safe and very happy. She realized Doug was talking to her, asking her something. "....dinner? What would you like?" he was asking. Betsy wanted to yell, "I want you!" Her innate shyness kept her from saying it, but the thought was filling her head, making her heart pound and her body ache. Doug ordered dinner and they began talking, both at once, feelings spilling from their hearts and souls. They ate sporadically, feeding each other, forgetting to eat for long minutes as they gazed at each other. Her eyes couldn't move from his lips, and she wondered how he would taste now, with a tiny drop of salsa there. She couldn't help herself, she leaned forward and swept his lower lip with her tongue, her eyes closing with delight. They stayed close together, their faces inches away, their eyes probing. Doug couldn't wait any longer. He threw some money on the table and took Betsy's hand, pulling her behind him. They left the club and walked quickly to the car. There, Doug turned to Betsy and pulled her into his arms, against his body, and kissed her. Not a routine, run of the mill kiss, but a kiss that took her breath away, a kiss that reached her soul. Their mouths fit perfectly together, their tongues searched for each other, creating sparks of excitement as they touched. Doug's hands covered her back, caressing her spine and creating heat in his wake. Betsy kept trying to get closer to him, just into his skin if possible. Doug was the first to pull away. His hand cupped her flushed cheek and his fingers nearly burned her soft skin with desire. Betsy looked up at him, the man she thought of as her friend, and realized she loved him. She was in love with him. Now she wanted all the attending joys of that love. She wanted Doug. TO BE CONTINUED.... Falling Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 4 Doug knew better. He knew this was not something he was allowed. Involvement with the family was NOT permitted. But he was human, after all. Betsy was the essence of love, of everything Doug had always wanted. He couldn't help himself, no more than he could stop breathing. So, Doug indulged his heart, allowing Betsy's body to press against his, her mouth to bond, and allowing, for just this once, his feelings to be expressed. He quickly escorted her to the passenger side of the car, helping her into the front seat and closing the door carefully after her. He walked slowly around the car, taking deep breaths and trying to relax, to calm down. As he opened his door and slid into the car, there was Betsy, pressed against his side, her hand reaching for his. Her scent filled the car, her warmth seeped into him, filling him. Her other hand reached up and cupped his chin, turning him to face her, moving her mouth once again to his, her lips lightly brushing against his, softly encouraging them to open and accept her. He groaned lightly as he felt her tongue touch his, and his body responded to her. He wanted Betsy so much. He wanted to love her and protect her and keep her warm against him for the rest of his life. His hands slid to her back, the safest place he could find, and he massaged her spine, feeling her warmth against his palms. He would never get his fill of kissing her, he knew that. He could happily spend the rest of his days, holding her and kissing her and just being with her. The kisses deepened, Betsy was moaning into his mouth, pressing closer and running her hands over his arms and chest. Doug gently pushed her away, and started the car. Betsy settled against his side, her head on his arm, her hand holding his. It was a little difficult to drive with one hand, but Doug would rather die than admit that. Her hand holding his was a lifeline, a cord connecting them. He drove slowly back to Denver. Passing the big house, he pulled to a stop in front of Betsy's cottage. He opened his door and slid out, finding Betsy right behind him. She stepped into his arms as if it were the most natural thing to do, her arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck. Her face was tilted up to his, her eyes closed, the moonlight shining down, giving her a luminous glow that totally captivated him. He had to kiss her. He had to hold her close and inhale her into his heart and soul. She was the woman he had waited for all his life. Now it was Betsy who pushed away. She took his hand and smiled at him. The smile of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and planned to get it. She led him to the veranda, waiting until he sat comfortably on the deep wicker sofa. Then she settled on his lap, her legs drawn up at his side, her head nestled on his chest. She listened to his heart beating, she felt his breath on her hair. She was so content. And she was so restless. Betsy had never been in love, never even been in like before. In Sanctuary, all the kids ran together in a pack. No one singled out another. Matches were made when the friends went out of town to college or for a summer job. New people were brought back and integrated into the crowd, but the core members remained just friends. So, this was Betsy's first foray into a romance. Truthfully, she had never thought of Greg as a romantic interest. Kissing him had been just nice, just vanilla, just pleasant. But kissing Doug was extraordinary. It was exciting and romantic and deeply pleasurable. It made her restless, wanting more, but not quite sure what "more" would be. Her hands moved to all of the allowable body surfaces. She touched and felt and massaged, her fingertips teaching her about Doug. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, right above the last button. She inhaled his cologne and his own personal scent, both making her heart thrum and her body throb. Doug threw his head back, allowing her access to his body. She already had his heart. Her fingers slid into his shirt, gently skimming the soft hair she found there. Accidentally, one finger slid over his nipple and she felt it harden for her, thrilling her even more. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to be touched by Doug. He was just so respectful, she wasn't sure how to make that happen. Her arms remained wrapped around him, her mouth continued to kiss all the exposed flesh she could reach. Her nipples ached with need. Her long dormant appetites were flaring to life. She wanted to learn and she wanted Doug to be her teacher. Pulling her head away from that most delicious neck, she looked into Doug's eyes and saw the same longing. She knew he would never make the first move and cursed her own inexperience, not sure how to proceed. Smiling, she took his hand, kissing the soft inner flesh of his palm, licking it very slowly and softly, making circles with her tongue. She heard him catch his breath and felt him harden beneath her. All her knowledge of love and lovemaking began to spin through her mind. Ah, if she could get him excited, seduce him, then he would take over. He had to! She carefully placed his warm palm against her breast, cupping her, the nipple hard and knotted against his skin. He looked at her, hesitant, doubtful. "Please, Doug. I want this. I want you. I don't mind if you go slowly, even taking the rest of the summer, but it has to be you. I have known it for a long time now and I have been waiting for you to realize it. I love you, Doug. I love you." Doug felt he had been holding his breath. Now he released it slowly, feeling his heart blossom from her words. He never expected her to share his feelings. Knowing that she loved him made all the difference. Picking her up, he carefully carried her inside. He set her down on the sofa, moving about the room, lighting candles and starting the CDs. Then he sat beside her, pulling her once again onto his lap, cautiously holding her to his body. "I love you, Betsy. You are so easy to love. I have known how special you were from the first day at the airport. I would do anything to make you happy, to please you. I want to make love to you, but let's go slow. We can stop anytime you want, we can be together as much as you want. I love you so much!" Betsy turned on his lap, settling her thighs on either side of his. She straddled him, facing him, kissing him, lacing her fingers in his hair, rubbing his soft beard with her palm. She stopped long enough to murmur "Teach me, Doug." His fingers reached for her blouse, slowly opening the buttons, exposing her tender flesh to his touch. He kissed her gently, moving his lips down her chest and tummy, leaving a shiny trail with his tongue as he separated her shirt. He placed his lips over her heart and felt it pounding against him, felt the heat from her skin as he touched her for the first time. She sat still, allowing him freedom to do what he pleased, trusting him completely to keep her safe. He pushed the shirt back, off her shoulders, her tanned skin gleaming in the candlelight. She was scented by vanilla, it seemed to radiate from her and he lovingly inhaled it. Betsy's full breasts were encased in a pale pink bra, very lacy and dainty. One clasp held it closed, her soft flesh spilling from the cups. He kissed that tiny valley of skin, his tongue slipping up and down, tasting her. His fingers moved to the clasp, opening it easily, then just sliding up and down, feeling the fullness of her breasts. She was impatient, but willing to wait, knowing that Doug wanted her to enjoy everything also. Finally, he pulled aside her bra, releasing her, the nipples hardening with exposure to air. His eyes moved from her face to her breasts, watching the rosy nipples harden and tighten and the tiny bumps gathering. He touched them as if they were braille, reading the skin and hearing her small gasps. His fingers circled her nipples, tracing them and learning the texture. He cupped the entire breasts, as if weighing them, and began shaping them with his warm hands. His thumbs slid back and forth across the nipples, making Betsy ache and throb. When she thought she could not feel more pleasure, Doug lowered his face to her breasts and ran his soft beard across the delicate skin. Betsy found herself moaning, arching her back, holding Doug's head close to her, never wanting this feeling to stop. But it did. Suddenly, his beard was gone and she cried out, bereft. She spoke his name, questioningly. He didn't seem to hear. His mouth was moving, his hand holding her breast and bringing it to his lips. As his hot, wet mouth closed over her engorged nubbin, Betsy nearly screamed. She didn't know such sensations existed. His mouth pulled on the taut skin, and the electricity flowed straight through her body, making an ache between her legs she had never dreamed possible. Doug seemed oblivious. He nursed on one breast, while his fingers massaged the other. He stopped only to change nipples, to taste the other, to give her the pleasure again and again. As she sat astride his lap, Betsy found herself moving against him. Her hips were doing an involuntary dance, swaying without thought, seeking. She felt an ache between her legs that she had never even imagined. His hands continued to caress her breasts, tracing the slopes and valleys, caressing her shoulders and back, learning the body of his love. Betsy was trembling. Her body was responding to Doug, to his fingers and his mouth, to just being this close, this intimate with the man who had filled her dreams for weeks. He continued his rhythmic suckling of her nipple, pulling it deeply into his hot mouth, nearly moaning with contentment. She felt the heat begin in her lower legs, moving up her body. She arched her back, encouraging Doug to take more of her, to let her nurture him. She felt her legs stiffen, locking into place around Doug. Betsy felt herself lose contact with the music, the room, even Doug. She cried out, her body spasming and throbbing. Her very center seemed to be alive, aching and pounding at the same time. Her head was full of rushing sounds, her breathing hard and fast. She clutched Doug's head to her chest, willing him to never stop, to make love to her forever, in just this way. Her skin felt too warm, too tight. Then she heard the sound of someone growling, animalistic. When she collapsed against Doug, she realized the sounds were coming from her. Her throat felt raw, her body too tender to be touched. Deep within her, she felt a primal pulsing. Doug gathered her against him, holding her carefully, his hands gently caressing her back. He kissed her forehead and her temple, whispered softly to her, expressing his love in yet another way. Betsy was in Wonderland, and anxiously awaiting her next adventure. TO BE CONTINUED....